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I had a day off and decided to make this happen.  Not sure if this is part one or just a one-shot.  Comments and suggestions are appreciated as always, especially on if I should continue.

 

*Zap*

The bright beam from the sky attenuated rapidly.

And then only a man remained, stark naked in the middle of the desert.  But what a man he was.

His pecs were the first thing to flex.  Slowly at first, those globes of muscle rising, becoming fuller and rounder by the second.  He stood there casually, pecs unapologetically standing at full mast, for a solid minute.  After what felt like an eternity, he let one drop and proceeded to bounce them.  The rest of his body was still except for the massive balloons heaving up and down on his chest.  He looked as though he was enjoying himself. 

With pecs still bouncing (it almost looked automatic now), he pushed his elbows in and let his triceps stand in relief.  Like sand dunes carved into his arms, immense and sharp.  But they didn’t stay for long.  He brought his arms up into a classic double bi pose.  Like Everest, mountainous peaks piercing the heavens.  The belly of each muscle was so fat and engorged that it seemed to spill over the edges of his arm, barely contained by his skin. He followed with an unbelievable most muscular pose.  A dimple formed in his pecs where the major met the minor, while his forearms and biceps formed a thick, pulsing frame for his cobblestone abs.

His dick was long, full, hard, throbbing.  The head bobbed up and down menacingly, threatening to release.  He came without as much as a wince.  The cum shot right through his arms still held in the most muscular pose.  2 points.

Wallace was not inclined to believe in fantasy or science fiction, but the evidence stood there proudly, cumming into the sunbaked dirt.  He had just been out categorizing local species of lizards when the giant laser shot down from space and dropped off, of all things, a naked man.  The Adonis from the sky.  And he had Jason’s face.  It had been a while since they had last hung out in high school, but Wallace was pretty confident that this extraterrestrial hunk used to be Jason.

His hard on was leaking pre in his denim jeans.  The desert sun shone on his olive skin, the bushy cactus he was hiding behind providing no shade.

A second cylinder of light left some clothes on the ground nearby before fading away.  They were garments for giants.  Jason reluctantly put them on, obviously still wanting to explore his newfound prowess.  The white tee shirt fit tightly around his arms and his shelf of a chest made a tent where the fabric draped over it.  The mesh shorts, while equally as oversized, did not do much to hide his mind-bendingly massive quads or his apparently constant erection.

As he moved to a double bi pose again, the fabric seemed to be barely holding together.

--

It felt good to flex.  It was somehow right in this body, natural.

The constant arousal in his dick felt good, too, but it was almost annoying.  His cock was permanently hard and he felt like he was going to cum every second.  It was hard to focus, especially when he flexed.  Which was almost impossible to resist.  Should probably get that adjusted. 

On that note, they could’ve dropped him off closer to his house, too.  Even though they gave him clothes (that barely fit, honestly), he was a spectacle.  It hadn’t mattered much in the wilderness when no one was around, but as he walked around the oasis of a suburb he called home he received more than a few stares.  He was probably going to have to get used to that.

It took him a while to get inside once he reached his place.  His hands were just so much bigger now.  He thought for a second that he might just bust the door in, but he figured his landlords probably wouldn’t like that…

Success.  He got inside without breaking anything.  But the house he was renting felt a little different somehow.  He picked up an old framed picture of himself and his parents from high school.  An average looking dude stared at him out of the photograph, maybe a little scrawny.  Dark messy hair fell over his tan brown skin and framed his sly smile.  He absentmindedly tossed it towards his bed.  It flew into the wall and shattered.  Well, so much for not breaking anything.

It didn’t really matter, anyways.  That was the old him.  He picked up the photo, dusting off shards of glass and wondering if they could even hurt him anymore.  Or if anything could hurt him anymore.

He shoved the photo in an old travel guide.  He was about to set it down when a thought crossed his mind.  He grabbed each end with just his finger and thumb and tore it right in half.  Like it was a napkin.  The pieces dropped to floor with a thud, utterly defeated.  The torn photo spilled out of the pages and onto the floor.

Then he grabbed a phone book and tore that apart too.  It was nothing.  He reached for a pan and was about to crush it, but then he thought better of destroying all his worldly possessions.  Clearly he could if he wanted to.  Might as well not use them up all at once. 

As he looked for somewhere to rest, he finally noticed his room was much smaller than it was before.  He couldn’t even lift his arms without hitting the ceiling, and he had to turn sideways just to get through some doors.  He felt the strain in the boards and the concavity he created when he sat on his bed.  It creaked and moaned.

His cock was entirely ambivalent about all of this, meanwhile, and it had been silent for far too long.  Jason’s balls had been churning non-stop and it was about time they get release.  He tried to resist, but it was pointless.  So he accepted it, tensing every muscle in his body as the ejaculate forced its way through his cock and drenched his shorts.

Shit.  That was his only pair.  He took them off and started to look for new clothes.

--

His hard on had not died down since he began following Jason.  Which had posed a real problem, since he was basically sprinting from one hiding spot to the next trying to keep up with this Goliath.

Wallace was unaccustomed to stalking.  It made him feel a little uneasy.  But this was not something you saw every day.  He could even convince himself it was journalism if he didn’t think too hard.  Which was easy, considering he kept leaking pre like a broken faucet.  There was not a lot of time for fixing rationalizations between spurts.

In spite of his uncomfortable erection, he found Jason rather easy to follow.  It might have had something to do with the fact that he was approaching King Kong status or that he seemed to be blissfully unaware of his surroundings, but Wallace never lost sight of Jason.  He wondered how many people had followed him in a similar manner.

Though let’s be honest, it probably wasn’t that many.  He pushed up his coke bottle glasses and unbuttoned the first button of his plaid shirt.  The running joke was that he had raided Urkel’s closet but left his brains behind.  Coworkers can be so kind.

He pulled out the binoculars that were fortuitously located in his backpack.  He never imagined that lizard hunting could prove to be so…lucrative.  Yeah, that was the word. 

And boy was it fucking lucrative.

By the time he had adjusted to a position where he could see most of the room Jason was in, the hulking monster had left his Gap for Giants clothes on the bed and began to rummage through his wardrobe.  He pulled out a blue tee shirt with a video game character on it that looked like it was sized for toddlers in his gorilla hands.  And then he tried to put it on.

It was almost comical.  Emphasis on almost.  Wallace’s cock clearly had a different opinion.  The shirt started to rip before Jason could even get his arm through one of the sleeves.  By the time the other arm made it through, the shirt had already been transformed into a tank top.  A lousy one, too; it barely even reached his abs.  Meanwhile his pecs were practically suffocating with the tightness of the fabric.

He laughed.  And as he laughed he came all over the floor.  Fucking ridiculous.

Although Wallace wasn’t really in position to be critical right now.  He wasn’t quite sure of when he came.  He only felt it in his pants sometimes afterwards.  Journalism at its finest.

Jason’s laughter halted abruptly and was replaced with a stuporous state.  Wallace could have sworn that a blue glow came over his eyes.  After a few moments of drool-laden daydreaming, Jason grabbed his game boy and a Gatorade and ran out the door.

Wallace was forced to follow, pants drenched in cum, binoculars swinging on his thin shoulders. 

--

Jason had hoped to spend a little more time on his own before they called him back.  But it sounded pretty important.  He hoped he wasn’t going to explode or grow extra limbs anywhere.  They would probably laugh at him for saying shit like that.

Jason realized half way down the street that he had forgotten his clothes.  He had honestly only noticed when his stiff cock met the breeze. 

A few minutes later he was back on track, fully clothed, spunk drying on his shorts as he briskly trekked back to the pick up spot.   A fierce battle between his Venasaur and a Charizard kept his mind occupied while he made his long journey back out to the desert (though really, it was only a mile).  He had meant to bring Pokemon Yellow instead of Pokemon Red, but it would have to do.

By the time he left his neighborhood, he had grown tired of his clothes.  It was approaching 100 degrees anyhow.  How could you blame him?  So he ripped them off with one hand, never letting go of the Gameboy with the other.  They would give him new ones, probably. 

--

Wallace started getting hard again approximately the same time that Jason’s clothes hit the ground.  His glutes bounced as Wallace watched, and their metronomic, perfectly controlled motion was almost hypnotic.  Wallace would have stayed captivated by their mesmerizing rhythm if Jason’s calves had not stolen his attention.  Bellies like diamonds, it was hard to imagine he was not moving the earth every time he took a step.  And if that wasn’t enough, the broad curvature of his lats swayed back and forth, accentuating their impossible size while each little back muscle flexed individually to highlight the definition.

Wallace could have stared for hours, but Jason stopped rather suddenly in the middle of nowhere.  Wallace couldn’t see any conspicuous landmarks, but Jason turned off his Gameboy and was clearly ready to ascend back to wherever he came from.

And so Wallace ran.  He ran faster than he ever had in his life, leaving his backpack and binoculars behind.  His little lungs and legs burned in the desert heat, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up.  By the time Jason turned around, Wallace was already on him, clinging his relatively tiny waist.  Jason was amused.  He grabbed Wallace by the back of his collar and lifted him up.  It was kind of like picking up a cat by its scruff.  Jason couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy it, just a little.  Watching the little man squirm in his grasp, knowing that there was absolutely nothing he could do.

And then the beam came down, and off they went.

*Zap*

And within a few seconds it was like they’d never been there.

 

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Excellent start! this story have so much potential, please keep going. It would be nice to see some description of the growth process thought. You've gained a fan here.

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