growth The Superflu - The Hypertrophic Pandemic

[elysiumfields]

Hope U guys like this.. Dunno if it works out into the story well..?

 

Rugby,Warwickshire,England..(the town not the sport!)

 

Isaac,Zack for short, lay in bed,waiting for sleep to overtake him.The duvet cover was drawn up snug around him,even though it was quite a warm night,but the flu he felt like was coming upon him,was throwing brief spells of chill through his body,and he shivered slightly under the covers. He could not tell whether the bug he had was because he failed to get home quick enough that evening,before that approaching thunder he had heard rolling in,had dumped its torrential rain on him,drenching him through to the skin,..or that other guy,a big burly,thick-set man,who bumped into him at a traffic crossing and let out a hacking cough without bearing thought to immediately cover his mouth.

 

Of course,Zack snapped at him,and when the guy saw Isaacs 'predicament',he apologised unreservedly and wanted to help Zack across the road,proffering his rather thick,muscular arm for Zack to hold. 

Zac could do things on his own without help.He needn't any special treatment,..but being gay,and liking the feel of the guys big thick biceps and strong sinewy forearm,as well as remembering the sights of past muscular hunks that often turned him on,he let the guy guide him across the road..his cock getting a little hard in the process.

 

Ever since,Zac felt this flu creep upon him rather rapidly,barely in two hours..,draining him of any energy giving him his own sharp hacking cough and a slight headache from apparently blocked sinus,even though he did not have much of a runny nose.!

 

And so,he retired to bed early....

But as he lay there drifting off to sleep,his cock seemed to want stay awake,plumping up in his boxers and slowly getting erect.

Zack shuffled around to try and get comfy,not paying much attention to the fact his t-shirt felt tight across his lean chest and especially his sleeves tugging around his slender little balled up biceps.. 

 

Light sleep eventually led to deeper sleep and Zacks pleasant dreams about holding onto that big guys thick arms that made his cock get even harder,gave away to hidden slumber...

 

..............

 

As ever,the night seem to pass in an instant with deep sleep,and the next morning sunlight filtered through a gap in the curtains.

Zack woke gradually,and groaned as he felt the blurry light invade his eyelids. He had not noticed at first,still half asleep.

 

Zack rose up from the bed,throwing the duvet off of him,somehow feeling rather heavy as he sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He glanced across at the light streaming through the curtains,the brightness gradually easing as the image came into sudden sharp focus.. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks...!

 

The curtains were a dull mustard yellow in colour,..the small pine table beside them,holding his wallet and cane..the full length mirror that had been in the room when he moved in..that he did not need..

 

"Oh my fucking God..!"  Zack literally jumped out of bed as his eyes focused upon his reflection in the mirror. A freakily 28 year old,huge muscular man,built like a professional bodybuilder,and a handsome model-like face,glaring wide eyed back at him..

 

Zack was crying openly,tears running down his face. He dreamed of this,but never thought he would get to it again...and it was not the fact the heaviness he was feeling was because he had grown from a pale skinny 5ft 6' freckled ginger,into a giant of a muscle man,over 6ft in height,still his pale complexion and curly red locks but looking sexily so..

 

..He could see..! He could fucking see again..! 

 

Zack was,..had been, blind. He had lost his sight due to gradual retinal degeneration in addition to a head trauma following a car accident at 18.

 

Zack, a big burly muscular hunky version of Zack, stood and whipped open the curtains,laughing and crying as the colours of the outside world flowed once again,and sharply and clearly,into his vision. The lush green of the trees swaying gently in the wind,the bright red post box in the street, and the ghastly butter yellow Mini with the Union Jack painted roof,parked outside his neighbours house,that made him sob even harder. Until now,his hearing had been his sharpest sense,and now at last he could enjoy seeing again..

 

Zack wiped away his tears and turned to the mirror,to get his first full sight of himself in 10 years.What greeted him was not what he expected..but what he would very quickly like seeing.

 

His muscles,thick,sinewy,rippling with vascular veins,looking as if he had been a regular at a gym or a pro bodybuilder,for many of these past unseen years.

Zack tried to find a reason why he was so built,more bigger than the hunks he had held onto in his fantasies and memories of his teenage years..

After the sheer joy of regaining his sight,his thoughts suddenly turned to that hunk he had 'bumped into' yesterday.

Surely he did not catch a bodybuilding bug off of him..? Impossible,absurd thought,..isn't it..?

Mind you,that guy did cough all over him..?

 

Zack could not help smiling as he looked at his reflection,more at first for the fact he could now see in fine clarity,his reflection,..but now as erotic feelings crept into his mind,he pulled off his tight tee..his biceps literally pressing against his head with the action.

 

Just for the fun of it,he threw up his arms into a freakingly awesome double biceps flex,revealing two massive boulders of pumped up monsters that had to be at least an unreal 24 inches,what with those heavy thick tri's hanging below them..

 

For the next 10-20 minutes,Zack went from one bodybuilder pose to another,remembering the bodybuilders in his adolescent fantasies..

Thick,heaving pecs,swollen and protruding like masculine breasts,yet thick and hard..thick dark auburn hair that spread across those huge mounds and down the deep crevasse between,and down across 8 rippling,rigid cobblestone abs to meet with a thick forest of dark ginger pubes poking above his boxers at the southern zenith of a sharp Adonis belt of a tight impossible narrow waistline.

Wide back,..thick meaty lats that would push away his powerful arms when he would walk,such were the size of those lats AND his biceps..

 

In these passing minutes of zack revelling in his Godlike physique and his miraculous returned sight,he was even getting hard... A cock that refused to go to sleep overnight,had been the first to grow.. It had plumped up into an almighty thick alabaster shaft,throbbing with its owners  increased libido,the thick foreskin still sheafing the bulbous head as if even more foreskin had grown to add to the cocks impressive inches,that would measure an inhuman 9 inches soft and freaky 15 inches erect. Already that monster cock was poking down out of the boxers leggings at least 2 inches,nestled over thick low hanging grapefruit sized balls,heaving with potent cum..

 

As Zack gave in to his lust,he pulled that monster of his cock out of the boxers fly,and began to masturbate furiously at the sight of his reflection,standing there,his legs packed with thick tree trunk,meaty thighs and rippling calves.

 

Such was Zack into his lust,he did not seem to give a thought that his 'flu' had seemed to abate. He just felt more energetic,more stronger,..better than ever before. 

 

Eventually,those around Zack who had become accustomed to his unfortunately loss of sight,would have to come to terms (happily we hope.?) about his sudden cure...AND the fact how he had somehow grown nto the huge bodybuilder he now was..?

 

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So..as we have found out,this Super-flu has other positive qualities other than uber-mesomorphic and penile growth..Had it mutated in a positive way.?  Healing factors that might be sought after by others.  If it could restore eyesight to a blind person,..what else could,....would it do..?

[VRGoh]

Venice Beach, California, USA

 

Max sat at his computer, writing his latest muscle growth story.  Sentences were often interrupted by coughs and slurps of chicken soup.  Yesterday, his roommate had given him a nasty cold and he felt like death warmed over.  He wanted to curse Colleen out six ways from Sunday for making him sick, but a small part of him hoped that he caught this so-called Superflu that was going around.  His cousin out in Malibu had caught it and went from 270 pounds at 5'8" tall and dangerously overweight to carrying 325 pounds of rippling muscle on a 6'2" frame with barely any visible bodyfat.  Another side-effect was that he regained his hearing, having lost it from bacterial meningitis contracted in college.  Now, he only wore shirts while he was at work and rarely went to bed at night without at least one sex partner.  If that was what Colleen had given him, he would be able to forgive the red-headed typhoid Mary.

 

"Hey Max, you here?" came a familiar voice from the other side of the apartment.  A timely sneeze was his only response.  His door opened to reveal Colleen, having just returned home from work.

 

"Sorry I made you sick," she said, pouting like a child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

 

"At least it wasn't Ebola," he quipped with a sniff.  "How are you holding up since last week?"  A week prior, she caught her boyfriend with a woman who was described by most of her friends as a THOT (That Hoe Over There, a new term for slut) who may or may not have had an STD.

 

"Still hoping she has the clap or something, but otherwise I'm fine," she admitted.  Max smiled; he nursed a crush on Colleen since they met.  However, while he was handsome in his own way, the 5'7.5", 125-pound Max couldn't hope to attract someone like Colleen, who had a fetish for big, muscular men.  She admitted to him that her ideal man was taller than her, (she's 5'5") with muscles like a heavyweight bodybuilder and the cock of a porn star.  Needless to say, Max was stuck in the friendzone until further notice.

 

"Good," he said.  "I'm sure you'll find another ma--Uuuhhnn!"  A sudden jolt of pain caused Max to double over, sending waves of nausea through him.  The world seemed to sway like the pendulum on a grandfather clock.

 

"Max!" Colleen cried as she rushed to his side.  "Are you okay?"  Her voice sounded as though she were speaking through cotton.  He nodded weakly as Colleen helped him to his bed.  His breathing became more labored as he heard his heart thundering in his chest.

 

Then it happened.

 

All at once, Max could feel his muscles start to expand.  With each heartbeat, they grew at a rapidly increasing pace.  For a brief moment, he was excited.  No way, he thought.  I've got it.  I've got the Superflu.  The thought was immediately drowned by a twinge of pain that, as soon as it happened, was replaced an overwhelming of pleasure.

 

"Max, what is it?  What's wrong?"  he heard Colleen say, desperate for answers.

 

"Superflu," he managed to say before another wave of pleasure washed over him.  He could feel his shirt tighten from his burgeoning pecs, swelling shoulders, thickening arms, and widening back.  He lost himself in the sensation of his quads, hamstrings, and calves inflating with muscle as his glutes lifted his pelvis higher and higher off his bed.  Nothing he had ever felt could compare to the feeling he felt as his body grew and grew.  In hindsight, he described it as a feeling twice as good as any orgasm he had prior.

 

It felt like hours since the growth began.  In reality, it was only a few minutes.  He stood up from his bed, panting and dripping with sweat.  Turning to the full-length mirror behind his door, he got the shock of his life.  Where he would normally see the reflection of someone 5'7.5" tall and weighing 125 pounds on a good day, there now stood a muscular powerhouse carrying what he later learned was 335 pounds of muscle on a 6'4" frame.  His cock, which once measured 6" when erect and was as thick as a carrot, was now twice that when flaccid.  His now erect cock measured 18 mind-blowing inches erect and was as thick as a beer can.  Colleen was completely flabbergasted.

 

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed.  "You're bigger than my ex."  Max walked over to his roommate and held her close.

 

"I can not believe you gave me the Superflu," he said, his voice filled with lust.  "I think I know just how to thank you for this."  With that, their libidos took over.  Colleen dropped to her knees and guided Max's monster member into her mouth.  Servicing it like a pro, she brought him close to orgasm.  At the same time, Max held the back of her head with one hand and began to thrust in and out of her throat.  Her moans were muffled by his cock as he flexed a 25" biceps.  The sound of fabric tearing signaled that his shirt was at its end.  With one free hand, the massively-muscular Max tore the offending fabric from his powerful torso.  His shelf-like pecs obstructed any view of his abs and the red-head deep-throating him; however the mirror provided a spectacular view of his adamantine six-pack.  Veins crept up from his Adonis belt to his lower abs, while his nipples pointed straight down.  Nearly at the edge of orgasm, he pulled out of her mouth and lay her on the bed.  In one thrust, he embedded his cock into her eager pussy.  Fucking her like a man possessed, he hardly noticed that she was on her third orgasm while he had yet to have his first.  It felt like he was fucking her for hours before he hit the point of no return.

 

"Oh fuck yeah, Max!  Fuck yeah!  Ooh, fuckin' cum on me!"  Max pulled his thick cock out and, throwing his head back and flexing his biceps, gave a deep roar as he came.

 

And came.  And came.  And came.

 

He had later described the resulting orgasm as "what it must feel like for a god to cum."  After what seemed like an hour, Max descended from his sexual high to find them both covered in cum, mostly his.  Colleen smiled up at him as she stroked his abs.

 

"God that was awesome," she sighed.  "As soon as you're ready, let's go for round two."

[GiganticBeast]

FUCKING LEGENDARY man! I never even THOUGHT about that plot device before WOMEN as CARRIERS of the superflu, non symptomatic but carriers nonetheless oh GOD that's amazing! and that was a fantastic fucksession I'm SURE Max enjoyed! Colleen is just lucky he wasn't as sick as some of the other guys huh?

[Urabyfirst]

I can't stop reading these. I'm going to have to add some myself too. Man, I have never wanted to get sick so badly in my life!

Interesting factoid, when you sneeze your body reacts by releasing similar chemicals as when you orgasm. A sneeze is roughly 1/11th of an orgasm...I'm gonna get the pepper and sneeze 11 times now, lol

[CardiMuscleman]

Cardigan County, Wales, United Kingdom : May 22nd 2014

 

"This is BBC News, it's just gone ten o'clock. The so called "Muscleman Flu" epidemic in the United Kingdom claimed yet another victim last night as David Cameron was exposed to the virus during a campaign rally for the European Elections today. This now brings the total of world leaders inflected to 175. Although Mr. Cameron insists that he remains Prime Minister, it has been ruled that the Secretary of State for Agriculture, Liz Truss, will stand in for him today. The leader of the opposition, Jessa Towell, standing in for Ed Milliband who was infected last week, has passed on her party's hopes that the Prime Minister will recover soon"

 

I watched the report with alarm and looked outside my window. The village where I lived was as affected as the rest of the country and even though I was miles away from the major population centres of the world all it would take would be one of my neighbours, several of whom I called friends, to sneeze on me and I would be doomed to spend the rest of my days in a hospital ward arriving like a maniac every so often. It was no surprise then that as soon as the first case had been confirmed in neighbouring Powys, I locked the doors of my house and double bolted them, registered with every online shopping place imaginable and hadn't ventured out in over a month.

 

And yet at the same time, as I spoke with several of my friends online, part of me was tempted to become infected. After spending several years trying to get fit and healthy (and failing due to lack of income) this seemed like a dream come true. Pensioners, some of whom were in their eighties, now bigger than Arnie in his prime. People my age, able to lift tanks with ease, which made the fighting in the Ukraine a rather different kettle of fish, even small children who were annoyed at not having their ice cream could now bash holes in the ice cream freezers and take whichever they liked with aplomb.

"Oh, man!" moaned Steve one day, a pensioner from Washington state, as I spoke to him online "this is the greatest thing ever. Man, if I could have benched this much when I was a competition bodybuilder I would have become an online star!"

"And the seventeen inch member?" I asked

"The icing on the cake!" he moaned again and then started to gasp, "Oh man, it's happening again. NURSE, the bucket, and make it a ten gallon one!"

As I watched Steve grunt as he filled the bucket up in less than a minute I was disgusted and amazed at the same time and when he had recovered he moaned "By the way, did my package arrive?"

"Oh yes" I replied, and held up the parcel that had been soaked in every anti bacterial and anti virus cleanser known to man and therefore had to be clean. "I presume this is that DVD you promised me before you fell ill!"

"It most certainly is" he smiled and as I opened the parcel I looked in and frowned.

"It's empty!" I said.

"Is it?" he asked and as he did so I sneezed.

"Oh, no!" I replied and started to feel hot.

"Welcome to my world" smiled Steve as the virus claimed another victim.

[Scriptboy]

An empty box containing a muscle growth virus? LOL! Reminds me of the "Contagion" story on cyoc! I wrote a few chapters of that story myself.

[Urabyfirst]

short and sweet,  like it! Mine seems to have exploded into a 3 parter, lol.  That and I keep getting distracted... >///<

[CardiMuscleman]

Cardigan County, Wales, United Kingdom : Two hours later

"Good morning, you're through to the NHS Muscle Flu helpline. First of all, have you been infected with the virus?"

Gritting my teeth I grunted "Yes" trying hard to sound my usual self despite the fact I was now eight foot tall encompassing some four hundred pounds of lean muscle and was trying not to arrive although I could feel I was fighting a losing battle.

"How long has it been since you were infected?" asked the call centre handler

"Two hours" came the laboured reply

"Are you suffering..." the call handler started to ask before a roar so loud that she had to take off her headset lest she was deafened came hurtling down the phone line. A few moments later I replied "Yes" in between puffs and then whimpered "Please, tell me, there's a cure!"

"I'm sorry" replied the handler, "but there is no cure!"

"Then, then what I can do?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes, "Yes, I wouldn't mind being a little bigger, stronger and leaner but I don't want to be like this?" and wailed, tears streaming down my face. However, as I did, I heard a voice only it wasn't on the other end of the phone it was in my mind. Closing my eyes, I imagined a smartly dressed person all in white looking me up and down and shaking his head saying "I'm sorry, I tried my best but he was too strong for me!".

"The Victorian Hero?" I asked and the man nodded.

"But, you're not real!" I exclaimed, "I made you up when writing my version of "Around the World in Eighty Days""

"That made me real, sir!" he said taking off his top hat and doffing it, "as was my colleague"

"The Ultimate Briton?" I gasped and the Victorian Hero nodded and said "You are now him!"

"But I don't want to be a mass of muscle!" I wailed, "I want to be polite and English like you" and with that I grabbed hold of his jacket saying "Please, do something!"

The Victorian Hero was about to shake his head again when he stopped and thought. He looked at me and said "Sir, you are a brave man. What you did when rescuing the Princess Auoda from those Kali worshippers and preventing the failure of that expedition to find the centre of the Earth proved your bravery. There is only one man who can save you and your fellow man!"

"Who?" I asked

"The Titan!" he replied and I took a step back in amazement.

"You don't mean?" I said

"Issac du Portau" he replied, "otherwise known as Porthos the Musketeer. Only he has the strength and the endurance to absorb your strength and power and provide find a cure for your condition. That is, if you want to find a cure. Think carefully, my friend, because once you start on this road, there is no turning back!"

"Sir?" came the voice on the other end of the phone, "are you all right sir?"

"Please tell the Secretary of State for Health that I wish to put forward an idea that may lead to the end of this crisis but need to be isolated straight away!"

[hero1000]

Central Florida, Noon:

 

Chase closed the car door and covered his face and quickly ran into his house.

 

He sighed loudly. "Made it. Another day without catching that freak virus. How can anyone stand that? That is so freaking gross and there is no antidote yet. "

 

He paused and looked in the mirror. Chase was a handsome young man of 25, athletic and tan. He had achieved the ultimate state of fitness and worked hard on maintaining it.

 

"With this crap going around, I'm going to have to buy some stuff and work out at home. I can't risk what happened to that guy in the gym on the news. Unbelievable and some other dude ran up and KISSED HIM! Is the guy nuts? Does he want to become so disgusting and gross?"

 

Chase shook his head and went into his room to change clothes.  His phone rang and he grabbed it up.

 

"Hey, Tracey! I'm sure glad to hear from you. I miss you, babe, when are you coming home?"

 

He paused as his face fell "Not until next week? I thought they only needed you for one week and now they want you for two?....I know...I know what you are doing is important. But I'm important too right?"

 

He listened for a moment, "I know, babe, I just miss you that's all and...well....I'm getting kind of horny....I bet you are, don't tease me like that...No, Rick is supposed to come over tonight and we're going to work on the car."

 

He stopped and picked up a picture of the two of them at the beach, "I love you baby. Don't ever forget that. ...You too. Next week, then, not one day later, ok?"

 

Tracey was a doctor assigned to a team to study the virus and try to come up with an antidote and help out individuals who were infected.  She had been at a hospital in Washington DC for a week already and she felt they were close, but to Chase, the best antidote was having her home.  She was his heart and soul.

 

Tracey had said it was hard trying to test the antidote samples because most of the men infected had decided they loved being huge and didn't want help. Chase could not understand that. He could relate to that dude who became the Hulk, he would hate that as well.  How could you live a normal life? But at least Banner would change back sometimes. These guys? Not a chance unless Tracey and her team had some success.

 

A few moments later, the bell rang and Chase went to the door to see his best friend, Rick at the door with his tools. They were planning on doing a full tune up and fluid change on the car. Chase opened the door and let him in. 

 

"Sorry, Tracey just called and I still need to change from work. Give me a sec" and Chase went into his room to change into some old jeans and a T-shirt.

 

"Not a problem buddy. I'll be out in the garage laying everything out." Rick called back. 

 

Rick went through the door from the kitchen that led directly to the two car garage and started setting up the oil can to catch the old stuff and laid out the new distributor and plugs and wires. He reached up to rub at his nose. "Damn time to get a cold. " 

 

A few moments later, Chase joined him and they started working as music from the TV blasted through the open door. After about 2 hours of work and laughing, Rick was sliding out from under the car with the old fuel filter in his hand and suddenly sneezed violently.

 

Chase jumped back and stared at his friend. The old baggy jump suit Rick was wearing looked a bit tighter. Chase panicked. "Damn it, dude! You got the freak disease! Get the hell out of my house!"

 

Chase ran back into the kitchen and slammed the door.

 

Rick looked puzzled, "Dude! What the hell is wrong with you? I just sneezed and....ughhh" 

 

Chase heard the change in Rick's voice through the door. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! It's in my house. Please don't let me have it. Please GOD don't let me have it" and his eyes rolled towards heaven with a desperate look. He raced to the bathroom and stripped off his clothes and turned on the shower as he heard a loud banging sound in the garage.

 

Rick meanwhile suddenly realized what was happening. Unlike Chase, he kind of liked muscle, and got a smirk on his face as he sneezed again and heard a seam pop in the jumper.

 

"Yeah" his voice sounded deeper

 

He felt a surge go through  him like nothing he had ever experienced before. Then he remembered Chase's panic and tried to stand up off the floor to get outside out of respect for their friendship.  But a sudden growth surge ran through him. His chest burst outwards several inches splitting the T-shirt underneath and popping the top 3 buttons off the coveralls. His biceps split the shirt sleeves. He staggered sideways and slammed into the car creating a huge dent and dropping his tools banging them on the floor. One wrench completely twisted from his unknown strength as he was gripping so hard during the surge of growth. His grin broadened as he felt like his whole body was having a hard on.

 

Chase was in the shower scrubbing as hard as he could to try to remove any potential trace of the virus on his skin and when his skin was red and raw he turned the water off. Stepped carefully around his discarded clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

 

"Chase you pussy come look at this shit!" he heard in a deep growl from outside.

 

Chase went to the window and with fear and trepidation pulled back the blinds to see what was happening.

 

To his horror, he saw Rick, only Rick about 50-60 pounds larger with his chest sticking out of his shirt like a pair of tight boobs and the tits pointing at the ground. The rest of his clothes painted on.

 

Rick saw him looking and gestured. "See, dude, this ain't so bad" And grinned broadly.

 

Chase looked disgusted, "How can you like that man?"  He yelled back. "You are too freaking big now. People will stare at you. Girls don't like that crap anyway!"

 

Rick laughed, a deep rich sound and Chase saw to his horror that a bulge was starting to tent Rick's pants and it was huge.

 

Rick yelled back, "Who gives a damn what people think?! This feels awe...awe...ahhhh FUCK!" His eyes rolled back like he was in an orgasmic bliss and his head fell back as well. Then  he stumbled and growled as his lats spread out like wings.

 

Chase stared like he was watching a train wreck that he couldn't pull his eyes from.

 

Rick staggered as his quads tripled their size and with loud rips split the bottom of the jumpsuit and the denim of the jeans announcing their immense presence to the world.

 

Chase was stupefied as he watched the horrific metamorphosis of his boyhood friend and the towel dropped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

 

Rick brought his gaze back to Chase's through the window, breathing heavily and grinned deviously as his neck thickened and massive traps rose up to meet his head. The collar of the shirt and jumper ripped away as if frightened by the change.

 

"This...ahhh....ahhh.....is ......the .....best thing ever!"

 

Chase felt wet tears on his face and was startled to discover he was crying like his heart had been ripped out. He had lost his best friend, who had been like a brother.  After this they could never hang out together again.

 

Another ripping sound as Rick's now gigantic cock burst out of the front pointing straight up. 

 

Sirens sounded in the distance and a panicked look hit Rick's face. He turned in their direction and Chase saw the thick rounded ass burst through the back seam of the jumper and watched all the cloth fall to the ground.

 

Rick turned back to Chase, "Help....help....me Dude!" And suddenly erupted all over the front lawn.

 

Chase realized the neighbors had probably been watching and someone had called the police.

 

"You're infected! I can't risk it! Besides you are almost 7 feet tall and over 500 pounds, where am I going to hide you?"

 

"It's over I promise. I'm not going to get any bigger. Just let me in! Hide me, Dude! "

 

The sirens were getting closer, Chase hesitated, "You don't know that! You're probably still contagious and I don't want to turn into a freak like that!!!"

 

Rick was fully ready to run, "Please, dude! You're my friend still, right?!?!?  Ughhhh" 

 

With that last grunt, Rick shot up another 6" in height and Chase saw what must have been another 150 pounds of muscle swell and bulge out as shoulders thickened and broadened, legs beefed up further and his ass even swelled larger. At the same time, Rick's 2 foot cock swelled back to attention.

 

"Ple...plea....please...help...me. I swear that's it. It's over."

 

Chase looked around. "Damn it. Quick into the garage. I'll close the door and meet you in there. You owe me!"

 

The creature that Rick had become lumbered into the garage again.

 

Chase turned to go meet him and with the motion realized that his dick was hard and had smacked him in the abs. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

 

He turned around and looked for some shorts and pulled  them on. He grabbed a dish towel and covered his mouth and nose, just to be safe and ran towards the garage and closed the door as the police pulled onto the street.

 

He stared at Rick keeping his distance. Rick, to his credit looked ashamed. Then Chase noticed the huge dent in the driver side door. "Damn it Dude! Did you do that?"

 

Before Rick could answer there was a loud knock at the door.

 

"Keep quiet! Don't grow again whatever you do or you'll bring the house down."

 

Chase went to the door and collected himself. Two female cops were standing on the stoop.

 

"Good afternoon sir. I'm Officer Becker and this is Officer Carolson. Looks like someone had an accident out here. Can we come in and chat a moment?"

 

The brunette doing the talking was actually pretty hot and his prior erection suddenly came back full force.

 

"Uh, sorry. Just a moment. Yeah, uh come in"

 

They entered looking at everything in the room.

 

"Have a seat"

 

They didn't sit down.

 

Officer Carolson spoke this time, "So all the uh fluid out there and the torn cloth...."

 

Chase smiled uncomfortably, "As you can see it wasn't me, heh"

 

They didn't smile and the first cop spoke again, "A neighbor said they saw him run out of your garage and start changing"

 

"A neigh..who ran....I mean who did they say ran out...I was in the shower and heard a noise and then..."

 

Fortunately, the bathroom was good evidence of the shower as well as his red skin.

 

Rick sat quietly in the garage trying to deal with his hard on. Then he felt the stirrings of another surge in his gut, "Oh shit, not now. Not again..." He fought it as hard as he could, but it was growing slowly closer.

 

Carolson spoke again, like some kind of tag team wrestlers, "Did you know the gentleman?"

 

There was a bang and groan from the garage and all heads turned.

 

"Uh, I was going to start working on my car and left my tools out and they just fell. I had a make shift shelf  and..."

 

Becker again, "You were going to work on your car AFTER you took a shower?"

 

"Uh well, just getting ready...."

 

Rick could feel the surge getting closer. His ass slowly started to swell into the concrete floor, his lats pushed against his arms. He was able to fight it, but every vein was standing out across his massive frame as he fought against the release while the cops were there.

 

Carolson, "May we go look in your garage?"

 

"I'd rather you didn't" It came out way more confident than Chase felt at the moment.

 

Rick fought even harder but still saw his chest inching its way out even further and he closed his eyes in concentration.

 

Becker stated, "Why not?" Then she seemed to take on a different tactic. "Look, I have a brother named David. He was always into muscle. When this thing hit he went out and tried to get infected. Unfortunately it worked.  He didn't turn into one of the titans as they call the truly huge ones like the guy in Paris, but let's just say we have to have all the doors in our house redone so he can come visit and a special bed made to hold him. They are working on a cure and if this is a friend of yours you may have become infected as well."

 

"Look, I don't know the guy and when he heard your sirens he ran. Maybe you should try the quiet approach if you want to catch someone."

 

Rick groaned uncontrollably as his arms thickened even further.

 

Carolson asked, "Is that your 'shelf' again?"

 

"Yes, and if you don't leave and let me get out there and take care of it I'm going to have a complete mess on my hands."

 

"You already have a mess in your yard to clean up."

 

Chase sighed, "Look, I appreciate you stopping in, but I'm fine. Thank you for your help, Officer Becker and I'm truly sorry about your brother but..."

 

"We'll leave and I'll take care of my brother, but if you see that creature again, you let us know. Understand?"

 

Carolson also added on, "You take care of yourself and if you start showing symptoms call as well. "

 

"Yes ma'am. I will and thank you again." He ushered them out the door and closed it watching until they were in their car and left.

 

Rick was trembling with the effort of fighting against this latest growth surge.  Precum began leaking out of his dick as Chase opened the door from the kitchen and turned on the light.

 

"Oh my god!"

 

Chase stared at his friend who slowly opened his eyes and warned in a hoarse whisper, "Get out"

 

But it came too late as the first volley of cum launched itself against the wall right near Chase's head. 

 

Chase yelled and dropped to the floor.

 

The release brought the final growth, Rick swelling out in all directions releasing volley after volley of cum across the garage.

 

Chase cowered on the floor until he heard Rick sigh and breath slower. 

 

"Chase, dude, it's really over now. I owe you. Thanks dude"

 

Rick stood up at around 8 feet tall and nearly 700 pounds of ripped muscle. "But you gotta admit, I look like a god"

 

He suddenly flexed like he knew how to do it his whole life, "Yeah"

 

Chase felt the anger surge again inside of him and stood up, "You look disgusting. You are a freak right now. How can we go hang out and just be friends?"

Without warning he started crying but the anger was still strong, "I've loved you like a brother and we've been tight for years! How could you do this to me? How could you just leave me like this? Why couldn't you just want to be normal and be my friend???"

 

Rick was stunned, and realized he had tears on his face too, "I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be like this. I didn't try to be this way, honest. I love you too, man and I won't leave you."

 

"How? You already have? We can't hang out publicly or you'll get arrested or worse. What if you infected me? Did you think of that?"

 

"I...I"

 

Chase felt the anger deflate out of him when he saw his huge but helpless friend start to cry.

 

"Damn it. I'll fix up the shed out back so you can sleep there until we figure something out. I'll call Tracey and let her know, but we have to keep this on the low down.  Tonight around 2 or so we'll sneak you out to the shed and I"ll try to find some clothes."

 

"Thanks man. I gotta be honest, though, I don't know if I really want the antidote. Think about it. Now I can just hold the car up for you and you can do the work you need underneath. " He grinned sheepishly.

 

"Whatever, I'll never be like that. I'm going to go get another shower then get you situated" He turned to go back into the house.

 

That's when Rick noticed the little bit of cum that clung to the back of Chase's hair and then dripped onto his shirt lightly dampening it and then soaking through into his skin. Chase obviously didn't feel it and thought he had escaped.

 

Rick started to say something but then just smiled as Chase turned out the light.

 

In the dark he said to himself, "See my brother? I haven't left you."

[hero1000]

Central Florida One Week Later:

 

"You are eating me out of house and home!" Chase laughed.

 

Rick swallowed hard, "Sorry man, but I'm hungry all the time"

 

They were eating an early breakfast in the shed.

 

Chase had enlarged the shed and built a covered patio for Rick to shower on. They had laid out multiple mattresses to make a bed for him as well.

 

Rick smiled, "Thanks for putting up with me and helping me out."

 

"I love ya, bro and I've gotten kind of used to  you being a freak. But I don't ever want to look like that."

 

"Come on, man, seriously?" Rick flexed a massive bicep and grinned.

 

"Listen I gotta get this place cleaned up as Tracy comes home this afternoon. She may have found a cure, but they are having a hard time finding test subjects. Maybe she could try it out on you? Then we could do normal stuff together again."

 

"No thanks, bro. I don't think I ever want to go back"

 

Chase shook his head, "I don't get it man. I was worried you had infected me, but it's been a week and not even a sniffle so I think I'm in the clear."

 

Rick's head dropped. He was sure that he saw Chase get infected, but nothing had happened so maybe he was right.

 

"What, dude? You look disappointed. I'm happy. You can be that way. But it is not for the Chase Man"

 

"Dude, you have no idea" Rick suddenly stopped and hugged Chase, "I love your scrawny ass anyway"

 

Chase hugged him back then grimaced, "Easy, don't break a rib or anything. Tracey will be here this afternoon and I need to be in top shape because the little Chase Man is wanting some action tonight." He grinned at his crotch.

 

Chase started picking up the dishes and bent over to wipe off the table. "I'm going to take these inside and clean up"

 

Rick stared. Chase's back looked slightly wider than it had. It couldn't be right. He was seeing things.

 

Chase stood up with his load of dirty dishes and said, "I'm gonna head in and get busy. Holler if you need anything"

He turned and Rick stared again. Chase's butt looked fuller than it had. Rick shook his head, "Hey, Chase"

 

Chase stopped and turned back, "Yeah?"

 

"You using the weights again at the gym?"

 

"Only to maintain. I do cardio and stuff , but only some light lifting. I don't want to get big. The Chase Man is perfect as is." He let out a cocky grin then laughed, "See ya in a while, bro"

 

Rick started to make the bed. Then hit the ground for some pushups, enjoying the pump it produced. He wished he could grow again. He didn't understand how Chase could not want something like this. He started to flex when he heard a shout from the house and the sound of breaking glass.

 

Without regard for someone seeing him he bolted across the yard in broad daylight and raced for the enlarged back door. He wrenched it open and was inside and saw the broken plates and glasses on the tile floor.

 

"Chase?! Chase! Where are you?"

 

There was a groan from behind the pass through in the kitchen and Chase slowly stood up with his back to Rick. He was trembling and he slowly turned around.

 

Rick's expression changed from one of concern to a shit eating grin, "Fuck yeah, dude"

 

Chase's eyes were wide. His mouth was open but he was unable to talk. The top button on his shirt was gone and thick pectorals were pushing against the rest of the buttons on the shirt, which started groaning under the strain of the thickened shoulders and arms as well. There was a small popping sound as seams weakened and Chase's eyes rolled back in his head.

 

Rick's smile broadened, "You are gonna love this, bro.  Hang on" Rick's dick began to get hard as he watched the show.

 

Still trembling Chase seemed to get some control again and tried to speak, "I.....you.....can't....no....no...noooooooo" He inched slightly higher as two more buttons burst from his shirt. The seam on his left shoulder separated and the right shoulder seam groaned. Some deeper pops indicated something was happening to Chase's jeans below the counter. 

 

Rick moved into the kitchen to get a better view.  

 

Chase turned again to face him, "Asshole" he muttered through clenched teeth vibrating hard as thick veins bulged out around his neck.

 

Rick laughed as he saw the side seams of the jeans had slight rips from the massive quads that were pressed into them.

 

"Chase, man, I always knew legs were your best point" He laughed again

 

Chase, still trembling, moved another inch higher and the hem of his jeans caught on calves that had thickened into massive diamonds. The rip in the sides of the jeans around his upper legs opened wider revealing skin that was criss-crossed in veins.

 

Unlike Rick, who had retained a nice narrow waist, Chase's waist suddenly expanded out bursting the bottom of his shirt apart and revealing what looked like a massive roid gut, even though the man had been natural his whole life. Not wanting to ever get big.

 

Rick had subconsciously started stroking his dick.

 

The trembling slowed down and Chase seemed to regain control, but his face turned red and his eyes flashed intense anger.

 

The sleeves burst around his bulging arms and he suddenly threw a hard punch at Rick.  Rick just laughed as he was still the larger man. Chase's first surge had only brought him from 5'10" to around 6'1" and a little under 300 pounds.

 

Rick laughed again, "Stop it, You are still a scrawny boy. Probably because you are fighting it too hard. The virus can't do its work properly."

 

"Properly?!?!" Then Chase stopped at hearing his new lower voice. He stuttered for a moment then saw his gut and grabbed it, "You think I want this...this...THING!"

 

"Looks like it's all muscle to me. Pretty damn sexy. Wish I had one."

 

"Shut the fuck up asshole! This had better be all I have. God I hope Tracey found a cure."

 

Rick shook his head and frowned, "I really thought you would like it. I guess Tracey found her stooge"

 

"What did you say?!"

 

"I said, maybe Tracey FOUND HER STOOGE! You act like I did this deliberately to you! You want to be puny go ahead. I just hoped you were my friend and we could be big together"

 

"What did you do? Did you put something in my food? What? Am I going to turn into an even bigger freak? What?"

 

"No, I didn't put anything in your food" Rick's dick had started to go soft as his own anger escalated. "I don't know what's going to happen to you. I warned you to get out of the garage but you just stayed there on the floor. That's when it happened."

"You mean..."

 

"Yeah, some of my cum got on the back of your shirt. But then nothing happened for like a week and now this. Maybe it wasn't even me. Maybe it was someone at the store or at the gym. Did you go kiss some guy or something?"

 

Chase's face flushed in anger again and he punched Rick again.
 

"Shut up, asshole"

 

"I told you to stop hitting me you're just a puny runt and.....oh shit...it ain't over is it?" Rick started to grin again.

 

Chase had turned white and started to shake violently.

 

He spoke through clenched teeth, "Fuckin' a....stop...STOP...STOP!!!!"

 

But his body didn't listen. He rose slowly from 6'1" to 6'5". The diamond of his calves thickened and burst the hem line of the legs of his jeans apart.  The upper legs split the rest of the way down growing so thick that Chase had to widen his stance to allow room. As the jeans opened up, they also revealed his lengthening dick that was halfway to his knee at this point.

 

Rick saw Chase's lats spread out pushing his arms away from his sides and rending the back of the shirt in half.  Rick's dick rose in response to the second part of the show on display

 

Chase's neck thickened into a monstrosity that a bull would have envied causing the shirt collar to burst and the shirt fluttered to the ground revealing an immense torso with a thick barrel chest mounted over an immense but ripped gut.

 

He clenched his fists and brought him up to his face turning away from Rick in frustration. As he bent over, the swelling butt opened up the rear seam and popped into view leaving a waist band barely  hanging on as the only clothing he had left.

 

Rick groaned in envy, "Damn, I wish I could grow again. That felt so awesome."

 

Chase, having regained some control as the surge ended spun back around, "Shut the hell up! I already told you! You want this you can have it! But why the fuck did this have to happen to me?!? I can't go out in public, I can't do  normal things!"

 

He looked down and grabbed the snake hanging between his legs, "This will never fit inside Tracey! She will freak out!"

 

Suddenly he burst into tears.  He sagged to the floor sobbing. It sent a mild tremor through the house.

 

Rick paused then went over to his friend. Sat on the floor with him. Then pulled him into a tight embrace. "I know you didn't want this. I'm so so sorry, brother"

 

Chase was still smaller than Rick, and so Rick just held him close. He let him sob into his chest. Rick felt his own eyes grow hot with tears.

 

After a few moments the sound relaxed and Chase's breathing evened out.  Rick suddenly realized that, exhausted,  Chase had fallen asleep.

 

Very slowly he got to his feet cradling his friend, and carried him out to the shed and put him onto the oversized bed.  He pulled the covers around him and lay down next to him.

Rick stroked Chase's head for a little while thinking, then got up and went back into the house.

 

He found a broom and began cleaning up the glass. He cleaned up the torn clothing and started working on the house. He wrapped some towels around his waist and waited for Tracey to arrive.

 

A little after 4:00, she walked into the house and stopped and stared.

 

"Wow, this place has never looked this nice and...woah....I know Chase told me but it still takes my breath away. Rick...I.....Chase loves you very much. He wants you to be normal again."

 

Rick lowered his gaze, then looked back at her, "Did you bring the test serum?"

 

"Yes, we can...."

 

"I told Chase I didn't want to change, but.....but...."

 

Tracey stopped and looked at him, "But what?"

 

"He got infected as well. He just started changing today."

 

Tracey dropped her bag, "Oh my God. Where is he? What is he..."
 

"He's fine. He's asleep. He's not as big as me, but I don't know if he's done growing. He was fighting it pretty  hard. He fell asleep and I took him out to the shed and covered him up."

 

"I have a serum. I'm not sure it will work, but maybe....It had some side effects, bu...."

 

"Test it on me then"

 

"What?"

 

"If it works, then you can use it on him. But that way if there are side effects, they will hit me and not him. Test me please. I owe him. I....I would die for him. I...."

 

Tracey looked down, "Are you sure?"

 

Rick started to shake his head, but then nodded instead, "Yeah. I'm sure"

 

"Give me a moment to prepare"

 

She went into the kitchen and opened her bag. There were several vials of green liquid inside. She took one vial out and used a syringe to pull the liquid up into it.

 

She walked back into the living room where Rick sat on the floor just staring at the ground.

 

"Are you ready?"

 

He looked up, "Yeah, I guess. Anti-muscle juice, here we come"

 

She took the syringe and injected it into his arm. He winced and waited.

 

They both waited.

 

Rick looked up at her, "Nothing's happening. It...Chase...he was hoping...."

 

Tracey looked down then smiled sadly, "I wasn't sure. I had hoped. I need to go see him and..."

 

She didn't finish but just walked out to the shed. She saw Chase and slowly climbed into bed next to the behemoth that her fiance had become. He groaned in his sleep and she curled up next to him.

 

The shed door flew open and Tracey jerked up, Chase opened his eyes, disoriented, "Wha..where....Tracey! You're home...I....look at me...I didn't want..."

 

But he was cut off by a voice in the doorway, "No! Look at me!  I'm normal again! Look it worked!"

 

Tracey and Chase gasped. There was the lanky, 6'2 160 pound Rick standing in the doorway wearing some of Chase's old clothes.