no sex Hulk Juice : The Written Word

[CardiMuscleman]

The following is a written adaptation of the story drawn by @SuperWaffle and has been agreed in advance with me to add the words. Each chapter will relate to each of the panels as drawn by him

Chapter One

"You wanted to see me, Prof?"

As Tim, one of the college's best basketball players entered the lecture hall where the professor had asked to see him, he was instantly struck by the lack of a professor.

"Prof? Are you hiding behind that desk again with another big fat F?"

Tim wasn't the smartest person in the college, after all his scholarship was a sports scholarship, but he knew that unless his GPA went up a little his place was at risk, hence the belief that the prof was about to spring another F on him, but as he walked towards the desk at the front of the lecture hall, there was no one else there, save a flask full of a bright, green liquid.

Tim looked at it for several moments pondering whether this was a wind up by Hank, his best friend and amateur lightweight bodybuilding champ for the last two years, or whether this was a test by the professor he had been asked to see. Thinking it was the latter and this was a test, he fell back on the little science knowledge he knew

Chapter Two

"I am examining a flask containing an unknown liquid" he declared, hoping that the professor was hiding and taking notes. "The liquid is bright green and therefore might contain copper. My first assessment is that this is a flask of copper chloride, the green colour being caused by a high concentration of negatively charged chlorine ions". 

As Tim continued to look at it, he hoped that his bluffing would pay off. He didn't know one end of an ion from the other, but knew the next thing was to smell the chemical so popping off the lid he smelled it.

"OH, GOD!" he declared, "THAT IS RANK!"

However, just seconds later, Tim froze in place. He could feel something happening to him. His entire body seemed to be unable to move, demonstrated by the lid of the bottle falling to the ground where it smashed. Slowly, the sensation eased, but as it did Tim looked at his hands. Was it his imagination or were they fractionally bigger than they had been a few seconds ago?

[CardiMuscleman]

Chapter Three

Feeling a tightness in his chest, Tim looked down and as he did his eyes opened wide in amazement as his jacket, emblazoned with the school emblem, a leaping tiger, started to strain and then slowly, but surely separate. At the same time he could feel a sensation in his pants and for the next few moments was transfixed. The split worked its way down, past his chest, revealing two heaving masses, further down still revealing the starting of six perfect abs until unable to resist any longer the jacket completely separated allowing Tim to breathe again and as he took that first breath having been released from the prison of his jacket, it was more a moan than a breath as his pants started to show the tell tale signs of arousal

Chapter Four

"What the...?" Tim started to ask him as he examined his hands, now a good three inches longer and a good two inches thicker than they were when suddenly he felt compelled to flex. Acting on nothing more than instinct he raised his arms, making his massive chest look ever bigger and with a roar flexed. As he did so he could hear the jacket on his back start to tear and as it did, the sensation overwhelmed Tim.

Chapter Five

Ripping the jacket off, he dropped it on the floor like a piece of rubbish, and why shouldn't he? That jacket wasn't worthy to adorn the torso he was in possession of now. His pecs were bigger than watermelons, his abs could put Peter Andre's to shame, and as for his whole demeanour, forget that "The team won, not because I scored the winning basket, but because we all chimed in" he was now "Yeah, I am the team!". Perhaps that is why it took a moment for him to realise that his quads were now growing along with his manhood. As he began to realise his moans became even louder and also willing his pants to be destroyed, he tore them apart in a fluid movement holding both halves in his hands and chuckling to himself "No more pants more, eh?"

[CardiMuscleman]

Chapter Six

For the first time in nearly five minutes, Tim was able to feel the power surging through his new muscular body. He could feel his pecs twitching, the nipples moving up and down every time they did, his abs, all six of them, appearing and disappearing as he breathed. His biceps, akin to boulders even in an unflexed state. His quads, bigger than any quads in existence, his calves like bulls, his cock...

As he handled the mass that was making his briefs bulge, his excitement faded. He was bigger, stronger and more powerful than any man alive, so why was his cock not joining in the party? He knew, thanks in part to be a phallusphile (a branch of muscle worship where the penis was the centre of the attention), that the longest cock in the world belonged to Jonah Cardeli, or Jonah Falcon as he was better known in the porn industry, Jonah Falcon, whose mighty member was 13½ inches hard. True, the mass in his briefs had to be as least that big now, but that was soft, he wanted the mightiest of mighty members to reflect his body being the mightiest of all men. 

It was then he had a brainwave. If the flask's contents had made him muscular and large when soft just by catching a whiff, what would happen if he took a deliberate sniff? So, picking up the flask with one hand and pinching his nose with the other, he brought the flask to his nose, removed his fingers and breathed in.

Chapter Seven

"OH FUCKING YES!" he roared as he could feel his desires coming true. He could feel his cock surging against his briefs, his balls churning, every single part of his sexual organs in overdrive. And he was loving every single second of it. Throwing his head and arms back he let his cock explode from the confines of his briefs and become a monster. As it started to enter the room, it curved, before straightening a massive seventeen inches from base to tip.

Chapter Eight

"Beat that, Jonah!" moaned Tim, but the flask's contents weren't finished with him yet,  everything experienced a second growth spurt, making Tim taller, heavier, thicker and more muscular than it was possible to be. After a few moments, Tim breathed again and as he looked down at his now average sized cock again he tutted "Oi, Herc, get a move on!"

As if in response "Herc" did so, turning ninety degrees and shooting up his torso. Past his groin, past the lower set of his abs, past his obliques, and almost reaching to his pectoral cross where it then expanded outwards turning into a monster of a cock that had to be at least thirty inches long and twenty inches thick.

Chapter Nine

"I...I....I....LOVE IT!" screamed Tim and came, but this was no ordinary ejaculation. This was the mother of all ejaculations. It lasted for a good three minutes, blasting out cum at least twenty feet away and all in one continuous stream. This release of raw sexual energy caused another growth spurt that made Tim's back have the largest Christmas tree on record, produced lats that pushed Tim's arms a good six feet away from each other and caused his glutes that had been resting on the table to lift above the table.

Chapter Ten

As the orgasm faded, Tim hit a front double bicep pose and moaned "Ultimate" and found that the flask's contents had done something else. Enhanced his brain to such a degree that without even looking at himself he knew what he was.

"Oh man" he moaned, "Eight feet tall, Eight fucking feet tall" and with that he punched his chest like Tarzan which caused him to moan "Five hundred and twenty three pounds of fucking class A muscle" and with that closed his eyes and moaned as he felt his body "A one hundred and five inch chest, ten and a half inch nipples, fifty two inch waist, two, four, six, eight, ten fucking hard abs, a cock that any man would want to suck, fifty seven inch quads, forty six inch calves, forty two inch biceps and one hundred percent pure stud!" and with that moaned again as he started to daydream his favourite muscle worship fetish of being strapped into a frame, electrodes attached to his nipples, cock, balls and zapped with not the current from a torch battery but the current from five nuclear power stations.

It was just then that a buzzing grabbed his attention and noticing a cell phone on the desk behind him, picked it up. On it was a message from the professor.

"Sorry, running a little behind on our meeting. Any objections if I send Hank ahead so that we can have our meetings one after the other?"

The smile on Tim's face was so wide it was in danger of escaping his face.

[CardiMuscleman]

Chapter Eleven

It took Hank ten minutes to arrive, but those ten minutes were the longest of Tim's life. All he could do was fantasise about his new found strength, muscularity and masculinity. He dreamed about ramming He-Man until he begged for mercy and allowed Tim to drain the power of Greyskull from him leaving him as Prince Adam but a weakling Prince Adam who couldn't even stand up, he dreamed about being e-stimmed with the entire electrical output of America coursing through his nipples, cock and balls and causing numerous meltdowns and explosions as he managed to resist the power, he even dreamed of being subjected to the ultimate in science experiments and agreed to have his mind transferred into the body of Superman so that Superman knew what being a superman really meant.

"Hey, Tim, sorry for the...what the fuck?"

Hank's entrance broke into his current fantasy, having He-Man suck his cock, Wolverine ram him and sucking the cock of Hercules all at the same time and as Tim turned to face his friend, Hank couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he exclaimed

As Tim answered another effect of the transformation occurred as Tim's answer of "Growing, like it?" was not just one octave lower than usual, not even two, but a full ten octaves lower. It was so low that it was reported that elephants started to bow down their heads in deference to the power of Tim's ultrasonic voice and caused earthquake alarms to be set off across the whole of the west coast.

As Tim gave Hank a complimentary ticket to the gun show, Hank was focused solely on Tim's flaccid cock and he asked the only question he could.

"How the fuck?"

With a mischievous grin, Tim presented the flask to Hank and said one word

"Sniff!"

Chapter Twelve

Within seconds, the same transformation that had overtaken Tim swept through Hank, but of course as Hank was more muscular than Tim, the effects seemed to happen nearly twice as fast. His jacket instantly ripped down the front, his torso grew to be as big as Tim's originally in a matter of seconds, his pants were shredded within thirty seconds and the cavernous "OH, FUCK!" came within a minute.

Chapter Thirteen

Tim could hardly believe what he was seeing. Hank was now as big as he was, after just the first sniff and that set his mind into motion. If Hank was as big as he was now after just one sniff then...

Tim instantly grabbed the flask or would have done if Hank hadn't grabbed Tim's arm first

Chapter Fourteen

"Mine" he declared and pushing Tim to the floor, he took a deep breath of the flask's vapours and just like Tim, exploded both physically, mentally and sexually, his cum lasting twice as long and going twice as far as Tim's had done

Chapter Fifteen

Tim's world was now a horror movie. His boyfriend was now bigger, stronger, more powerful and more masculine than he was. As his eyes darted across the now huffing mass of muscle, his brain told him everything he needed to know. Hank was now ten feet tall, weighed eight hundred and eighteen pounds of muscle, had a chest measuring 163½ inches, an 82 inch waist, already had a ten pack, a cock that was forty inches long and thirty inches thick, 90 inch quads, 65 inch guns, 72 inch calves and a look of sheer determination that meant only one thing. He wanted more and with that reached for the flask.

"Oh no, you fucking don't!" roared Tim and not knowing how he did, round housed Hank

As Hank fell to the floor, Tim picked up the flask and with a look of "Nice knowing you, shrimp" drank the contents

[CardiMuscleman]

Chapter Sixteen (for convenience, Hank's viewpoint is in normal typeface Tim's is in italics)

No sooner had Tim drunk the contents of the flask that he froze, the flask smashing on the floor as it dropped. Hank looked concerned as Tim's eyes glowed green wondering if his friend was still there

"YEAH!" screamed Tim as his imagination propelled him into a fantasy world like never before. He found himself in the presence of his heroes, all of whom were completely naked and covered in a sheen of sweat. He-Man, Hercules, Conan, Captain America, Wolverine, they were all there and all beckoning him to join them. As he approached them it was He-Man would held his hand and said in a voice that made Tim cum, "Welcome to the Muscle Club, Tim, time for your initiation!"

 Hank couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tim was not only growing taller, but he was packing on muscle at an incredible rate. Indeed, it was only a matter of moments that he stood as tall as the chalkboard (fifteen feet) and his arms were as thick as his cock

Chapter Seventeen

"You're a man now, Tim" said Wolverine as he started to rub Tim's cock, "and a man needs to know what is needed from a man!"

"Aye" declared Conan and Hercules, as they manhandled Tim's legs onto a table and restrained them with leather manacles

"And do you know what is needed from a man?" asked Captain America, strapping Tim down with a belt across his waist

"Resilience" replied He-Man as he restrained Tim by his wrists with more leather manacles and as they stepped back they all called "Oh, Porthos, he's ready!"

Tim's cock was now back to its erect form and as Hank watched part of him wanted to experience what he knew was going to happen for himself

"Greetings, o man" chuckled Porthos as he approached the restrained Tim, "you wish to become a man then?"

Tim's moans as he nodded his head caused everyone to chuckle

"Then you shall have your wish!" and with that placed a helmet on Tim's head and as he started to attach wires to the helmet, his nipples, cock and balls, the other started to stand around him. When they had finished positioning themselves, Porthos described what he was going to do.

"Your nipples will be attached to Conan's nipples who will be attached to Hercules's nipples. They will teach you what it means to experience nipple stimulation, your cock is attached to Wolverine's cock, who else can teach you about the power of the male organ, your balls are attached to the balls of Captain America who will teach you stamina like never before, I am now attaching the helmet on my head to the helmet on yours so that you can understand the mind of a man and He-Man, well, he's the spark and with that nodded to He-Man who picked up his sword from the ground and held it aloft.

"Do you wish to lean what it means to become a man?" asked Porthos

"Yes" moaned Tim, as he started to pre cum, "Yes, Yes, YES!"

"By the power of Greyskull" roared He-Man and as the bolt of lighting engulfed He-Man he lowered the sword and aimed it at Tim's chest and declared "You have the POWER!" and sent it surging into him

"YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!" roared Tim as he came with such force that compared to the last time he came, this was a river. It was so powerful that it just carried on and on and on leaving Hank stunned in amazement that a single man could produce so much in a single shot.

Chapter Eighteen

"Yes" screamed Tim at the top of his voice, as he could feel the essences of the men entering him, "Never make it stop!"

Hank's eyes grew so large as the mass in front of him just carried on growing. He wasn't Tim any more,. he wasn't even Mega Tim, Super Tim, Ultra Tim, he was a literal god. A god with a cock that was almost as long as he was tall, a cock that...

Suddenly Hank realised that Tim's cock was aiming at him and as another bout of growth hit Tim causing his head to hit the roof, Hank realised what could happen.

Chapter Nineteen

"I...can....take....it" panted Tim as the men around him with the exception of He-Man slumped to their knees, their sexual energies being drained into Tim, taking him into a literal god of man. The pain he was experiencing was like nothing else, but he didn't want it to stop and so screamed "Keep...it....cumming!"

As Tim's cock came to within an inch of his nose, Hank knew what was going to happen and preparing himself accepted his fate

"I....AM.....ULTRAMAN!" screamed Tim and broke free of the restraints showering all the heroes around him in cum

Tim's cock exploded sending Hank to the far end of the theatre, a full forty feet from the desk where he was standing.

"AND I AM ALL POWERFUL!" roared Tim as he orgasmed.

Chapter Twenty

"And I am all powerful" moaned Tim as his eyes started to open as they did, Hank managed to recover from his position. As he cowered behind one of the many chairs in the room, his eyes beheld a sight that his brain instantly processed and unable to help himself he commentated.

"Tim" he breathed, "you are all powerful. Forty feet tall, taller than this theatre, sixteen thousand, three hundred and fifty pounds of solid, unbelievable, male, muscle. Your chest is two hundred and seventy two inches, a one hundred and thirty six inch waist, one hundred and fifty inch quads, one hundred and thirty one inch biceps, one hundred and forty four inch calves and a cock that stretches for over ten feet. Oh, Tim, I have never said this before, but if I don't say it now I will forever regret it. Tim, I'm gay, I have always been gay and...I want to marry you!"

As Tim sat on the desk, the only thing in the room able to support his glutes, his cock started to pre cum again as if to reply "Then marry me, marry me and become the second most powerful man on earth!"

[CardiMuscleman]

Epilogue (this is written by myself and may, or may not be, how the story may have ended)

"I cannot apologise enough, gentlemen, that meeting with the dean about whether we go on strike tomorrow over the President's armed professor programme went on much longer than I expected,. Now, what were we going to discuss?"

As the professor entered the room, he seemed completely oblivious to the mass of muscle that was Tim and Hank hiding by a chair. In fact, he treated the whole thing quite matter of factly by stating "Mr. Johnson, would you be so kind as to sit on the floor please, I do need my desk"

As Tim slumped to the floor, his face still a picture of orgasmic ecstasy, the professor continued.

"Ah, I see that you found my homework then" he said noting the empty flask on the floor "did you determine what was inside it?"

"Power" came Tim's moaned reply, "absolute exquisite male muscular power!"

"Can you be a little more specific, Mr. Hancock?"

"I don't know!" came the confused reply

"Gentlemen, I was hoping for so much more from you" and with that started to write a complicated looking formula on the chalkboard which as Hank looked at it seemed to make no sense at all, even with his enhanced brain

"CaClC6H12O6H3PO4" he said and added "But that's some weird combination of Calcium, Sugar, Phosphorus and a little bit of chloride salt thrown in for good measure"

"Indeed" replied the professor "and so you know why it looks so weird? It's because the source was irradiated. I presume you know the three basic types of radiation? Alpha, Beta..."

"..Gamma, yeah, but I have never seen..." and then Hank suddenly stopped dead and as he did the professor took off his glasses and with a smile said "Yes, Mr. Hancock?"

"Oh, my fuck!" he gasped, "Was that liquid irradiated by gamma radiation?"

"It was"

"Gamma radiation as in nuclear weapons based?"

"It was"

As Hank looked at the formula again he took a step back and exclaimed "Oh, fuck, was that...cum?"

"Cum? Oh, yes, the new name for ejaculate. Yes, it was indeed!"

"Oh fuck, did I sniff and did Tim drink...the Hulk's cum?"

"And we have a winner!" exclaimed the professor as his skin started to change into a deep shade of green. As he did, he grew bursting out of his clothes and when he reached the same height as Hank chuckled "I am surprised that you never asked about my name. Dr. D. B. Anner?"

"Oh fuck, you're Dr. Banner?"

"In the flesh" he chuckled and ripped off his pants to reveal a cock just as powerful as Hank's, "You see ever since I became Professor Hulk, I wanted to share my power with someone who I thought deserved it. Tim, especially needed it, but I am glad that you got a whiff of it, and shall I tell you why? Because I have been waiting some sixty years to finally get it on with someone who can withstand me. Mr. Johnson, ready for the ultimate threesome?"

As Tim moaned, Professor Hulk picked up Hank and said "Open wide, Mr. Hancock" and thrust his cock into Hank's mouth and then reversing into Tim's cock until his ass was firmly secured he nodded to Tim. Tim closed his eyes and within seconds came only this time with Professor Hulk sitting on his cock, it had nowhere to go and started to inflate the cock even more. As he did so Professor Hulk's eyes opened wide and as he came, Hank's cock erupted as well. Eventually the pressure was too much as Professor Hulk was forced off Tim's cock, Tim roared with such volume that it was thought a major 7.0 magnitude quake had hit the city. As all three men orgasmed. they all gasped and started to shrink back to their usual sizes and as they did Doctor Banner chuckled saying "Same time next week, gentlemen, oh, and your homework? Sperm counting!"

[Kymuscleboy]

Awesome work. While I really like the comic art and appreciate the work the artists put in, I prefer to read the narrative most of the time. This was a great job converting some really hot art into an entertaining story.