O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Twins

by Corwin

Sam had met Cathryn in college. It was your typical jock meets cheerleader fairytale. Sam had been the star quarterback, and Cathryn the head cheerleader. It was like their romance had been preordained. They married immediately after graduation. Their sex was wild and passionate, and although they both wanted a family, they agreed to wait a few years. Like everything else in their fairytale existence, after five years of wedded bliss, Cathryn became pregnant.

On their sixth anniversary, Cathryn went into labor. They were surprised when the technician in the birthing room told them it was twins. They named their first son James Simon. Jimmy was a healthy boy, born at 6 pounds 9 ounces. They named their second son Thomas Michael. Tommy was health too, but bigger than Jimmy. He was born at 8 pounds, 11 ounces. Although Tommy was bigger, it was clear from their features that they were identical twins.

As the boys grew, more differences became clear. Jimmy's eyes focused more quickly. Tommy was the first to sit up, crawl and walk. Jimmy was the first to talk. Sam liked to joke that Jimmy was the brains, and Tommy the brawn.

Even with their different moods, the boys were inseparable. While Tommy would run and play, Jimmy would tag along and watch his more coordinated "little" brother.

One day, at age four, the brothers were playing in a wooded area near their home. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a lumberjack!" Tommy boasted.

"Lumberjacks cut down trees," Jimmy added.

"Ya, and they're strong too, like me," Tommy boasted, making a muscle with his arm. Even though he was four, his bicep made a billiard size bulge on his upper arm. "I won't even use an axe. I'll take the trees down with my hands!"

"Think you can take down a tree now?" Jimmy asked.

"Don't know, maybe. Which one?"

Jimmy looked around. Some of the trees were real big, and some pretty small. Jimmy picked one with a trunk about a foot in diameter. It was a young oak. "This one?"

Tommy walked up to the tree. He pushed it, and the tree swayed a bit. He looked at his hands, and they were a bit dirty. "Better take off my shirt. Mommy will get mad if I get it too dirty." He lifted his t-shirt over his head and handed it to his brother. Even though he was a child, his muscles were clearly visible. He had small pecs, and a tight waist with 8 little ridges.

Tommy walked over to the tree. He put both hands on the trunk and began to push. His back spread into a V too large for a child his age. He braced himself with his legs, and his thighs became ridges of defined muscle. As he pressed into the tree, it swayed and then bowed. A deep canyon formed on Tommy's back as his lats thickened. The separation between his quads became more distinct, and his bulging hamstrings caused the bottoms of his shorts to rip. Tommy's calves burst into diamond hardness as he pushed harder on the now not-so-vertical tree. As Tommy shoved, the trees surface roots began to crack and were forced from the ground. Tommy's face showed raw determination and his child's body began to swell with strength and power. With a sudden crack, the trees roots burst from the ground and the tree toppled over. Arms akimbo, Tommy turned and smiled at Jimmy. His body didn't look like a four year olds, but more like a small teenage bodybuilder. "There."

"Neat! But you didn't really break the tree, did you?" Jimmy corrected.

"Well, it's not in the ground!" protested Tommy. He walked to the tree, and curled it. His biceps bulged into baseball sized mounds, though his face showed no strain at all. "And when I'm a lumberjack, I'll carry them around and make lots of money." Tommy turned fast, forcing Jimmy to move out of the way of the swinging tree.

"Tommy! Jimmy! Time to come home," their Mom called, unaware of what her son had just accomplished. "Lunch time!"

"We can play more later," Jimmy said as he tossed Tommy's shirt to him. It fit his now pumped muscles snugly. Their Mom would comment that Tommy was growing too fast and she'd have to buy him new clothes. They didn't tell her about the tree.

As the boys grew, it became apparent to them that Tommy was different than other boys. He was stronger. Lots stronger. The twins decided that this would be their secret. When Tommy played, he never showed anyone but Jimmy how strong he really was. Sometimes, he even let other kids win, just to keep the secret.

As Tommy grew, his strength increased dramatically. When he was six, he could lift the family minivan with one hand. By the time he was 10, he was doing the same to Mack trucks. The twin's secret was safe until they entered the sixth grade.

During their first day of middle school, they met their new gym teacher, Mr. McGuiness. He was a new teacher, but there were rumors about him from the start. He was the new football coach, and had been training the team for a month before school started. Some of the players said he had taken a solid steel bar and bent it into a pretzel. Others said he threw a football so far, they couldn't see where it came down or that Mr. McGuiness said he had launched it into orbit. Tommy reacted with a steel-cold gaze when he heard these things.

Jimmy and Tommy were in the same gym class with about 20 other boys. Jimmy's eyes widened at the sight of their teacher. He was about as tall as their father, six foot one, but much bigger. He wore a tank top and shots, and his muscles were clearly visible and huge. His shirt stopped above his belly button, draping down from his mountainous pecs. His abs were two rows of boulders jutting from a thin waist. His sweat pants strained to contain his thighs, the muscle definition clearly visible through the fabric. Jimmy wondered if Tommy might look like this man when he grows up.

Mr. McGuiness was very handsome, with sculpted features and red hair. Some of the kids wondered if he might be a bodybuilder, except that he didn't shave his body hair. Not that it mattered, his muscular definition was clearly visible.

Mr. McGuiness looked up and down the line of students. When he got to Tommy, his eyes stopped. Tommy stared back coldly. Mr. McGuiness explained that they would be expected to change into gym clothes before the next class. He explained what t-shirt to buy, and the need for a jock strap. He asked if anyone was interested in sports, and several of the boys raised their hands. Tommy didn't. That gave Mr. McGuiness an opening. He walked over to Tommy.

"What's your name, son?"

"Tommy Jenkins, sir."

"Ever thought about playing football, Tommy? You look pretty tough."

"Thought about it, but I'm not sure I want to."

"Well, Tommy, you look pretty fit. Do you lift weights?"

"I've lifted some things, yes sir."

"Why don't you come by after school. There's no practice today, but maybe I can tell you about the team."

"I have to go home with my brother, sir," Tommy said, pointing at Jimmy.

Mr. McGuiness looked at Jimmy. "Why don't you come too? You wouldn't mind waiting while I talked to your brother, would you?"

Jimmy pondered this for a minute. "No sir, I don't mind. I think Tommy might like playing football." Jimmy looked at Tommy and winked.

"Then it's set." Mr. McGuiness resumed talking to the class about what to expect in phys-ed this year.

After class, Tommy stopped Jimmy. "What was that about? I can't play football with the normal kids. I could hurt them and then they'd learn about our secret." Tommy stressed the word secret.

"I know, but I've got a hunch. You saw Mr. McGuiness. I think he might be like you, real strong I mean. If he is, he might be of some help to us. If the opportunity comes up, I think we ought to test him."

"Help to us?"

"Ya. Look, you got a gift, but we can't keep lifting rocks and trucks and stuff. If I'm right, the teacher's been where you are. He knows what to do, and what not to do. Maybe he can train you. Maybe he knows other strong guys. We have to play it by ear, but he could be useful."

"For what?"

"For making you the strongest man this world has ever seen."

Tommy grinned at this thought.

Jimmy was the first to arrive at Mr. McGuiness's office. The teacher was busy sitting at his desk, filling out some paperwork. He wore the same tank-top, and his boulder-sized delts and bowling-ball size biceps dominated the desk as he wrote whatever administrative mumbo-jumbo was required of him. Jimmy knocked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McGuiness. Is Tommy here yet."

"No. Jimmy, right? Come on in and sit down while we wait."

"Thank you, sir." Jimmy took a seat.

"You and your brother are awfully respectful, calling me sir and all."

"Mom and Dad taught us to respect our elders, sir."

"I'm not that much older than you." Mr. McGuiness grinned. "Anyway, you and your brother are twins."

"Yes sir. Identical twins, well, kinda."

"Kinda?"

"Yes sir. Dad says Tommy's the brawn and I'm the brains. Tommy likes to do sports, and I prefer books and stuff."

"So you don't like sports."

"No sir. " Jimmy sensed his chance and took it. "Tommy wants to be a body builder. He's got all these magazines and stuff. Some of the kids say you're a body builder, sir. Are you?"

Mr. McGuiness chuckled. "No. I've never competed. I'm just naturally gifted."

"I don't understand," Jimmy feigned.

"I'm kinda strong. I, well, er, I like to do tricks." Mr McGuiness looked at Jimmy, who played innocent. "Would you like to see?"

"Sure."

The teacher stood. "Let's go into the weight room."

"What about Tommy? Aren't we suppose to meet him here?"

"I'll put a note on the door." He scribbled 'In the weight room' on a piece of paper an taped it to the door, then walked down the hall. Jimmy followed. As Mr. McGuiness walked, he lifted the tank top over his head, revealing a landscape of rippling back muscles. Jimmy walked faster, and noted the gym teacher's hairy pecs bouncing inches over a cobblestone waist. Mr McGuiness bounced his pecs as he walked, noting the young kids eager gaze.

The weight room was a plain tan room with several benches, a number of dumbbells and barbells, racks of weights, a few weight machines and two weight racks. One of the walls was covered with mirrors. Mr McGuiness motioned for Jimmy to sit on a bench as he faced one of the mirrors. He looked at his reflection, grinned, and struck a double bicep pose. Mountains of muscles bulged from his arms, and his lats flexed into wings of pure power. "Ya, I guess I could see why you kinds think I body build." Jimmy nodded.

"OK, I promised you tricks." Mr. McGuiness walked over to a solid-steel barbell. It was a five foot long steel bar without any weights. "Watch this." The man gripped the bar at the ends. His arms burst into rigid, hard muscle and the solid bar began to bend. In five seconds, he had bent the bar over itself into a the shape of a pretzel. A small dabble of sweat covered his body, and Jimmy could smell a musky aroma from the man.

From the doorway came the sound of clapping. It was Tommy. The twelve year old entered the room and said, "Nice trick." He walked into the room and removed his t-shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and boyish 8-pack. He took the bent metal from the teacher, who just stood there. Tommy held it with one hand, feeling its weight. Taking the ends, he pressed into it. His body burst into muscular hardness, and the metal began to deform, undoing the pretzel knot. Next he pulled and stretched it back into the straight bar. "I don't think you should destroy school property, sir."

Mr. McGuiness's mouth hung down as he watched this boy unbend the solid steel bar. "I couldn't do that til I was 17," he muttered. Tommy smirked, and flexed his body as the teacher's eyes looked him up and down.

Mr. McGuiness caught Tommy's smirk, then returned it with a self-assured grin of his own. "Ya, pretty good for a kid, but check out this man muscle." Mr. McGuinness hit a most muscular pose, pulling his arms into a crab and flexing his back. Mr McGuinness held the crab pose, flexing harder. As he did, his muscles grew thicker and more defined. Mr McGuiness stared at Tommy, who remained nonplussed. Mr McGuiness released his pose. His torso was covered with a fine layer of sweat that made reflected light off the bulk of his defined muscles.

"Not bad for an older guy, but I bet you I could take you." Tommy said. Mr McGuiness laughed.

"I don't think so, son."

Tommy walked to a clear area of the floor and laid down. He placed his elbow on the ground, and raised his open palm to the teacher. "Arm wrestle?"

Without a word, Mr McGuiness lowered himself to the floor. His arm was longer, and both adjusted their grips. Jimmy noted that how much thicker the teacher's arm looked compared to his brother. When they were ready, they looked at Jimmy.

"Call it." Tommy ordered.

Jimmy placed his hands on the competitor's fists.

"On three. One. Two. Three." Jimmy released them. Instantly, their forearms burst into rivers of defined muscle. Biceps jumped and shoulder's strained. Tommy's bicep looked like a baseball, while the teacher's was even larger. Mr McGuiness got an early advantage and pushed Tommy's arm down. Tommy strained and stopped it, but just barely. Both started to sweat, their faces red with the strain.

Tommy grunted, and pushed Mr. McGuiness back to the starting point. A new determination showed on the teacher's face. He pushed Tommy's arm, but Tommy was able to stop his short and push his arm back, this time pushing the arm past center. Mr. McGuiness struggled, and stopped the loss. He pushed back, but he wasn't able to get his arm back to neutral. Now, both competitors were sweating profusely.

"Damn, you're one strong man." Tommy said. "But I don't think you're strong enough for this kid's muscle." Tommy pushed Mr. McGuiness's arm down more. Tommy was now half way toward winning, but Mr. McGuiness wasn't through. He screamed a rebel yell, and stopped Tommy. Mr McGuiness had a huge pump, his upper arm quivering trying to contain Tommy's power. Tommy too was pumped huge, and his arms were now nearly as large as the teacher's.

Tommy grinned, "That all you got?" Mr McGuiness let out another primal yell, summoning all his strength to stop the preteen's arm, but with no effect. Both were breathing hard, but the teacher seemed to be breathing deeper. Tommy's power was wearing the man down. Slowly, Tommy forced the muscleman's arm to the mat. Mr. McGuiness struggled to free his arm, but Tommy held it firm.

"Guess my boy muscle was too much for you," Tommy sneered as he struggled to contain. "Sorry."

Mr. McGuiness finally stopped struggling. "OK. You win. Damn. Your strength is unbelievable."

"I've seen Tommy lift cars. He is strong," agreed Jimmy. "That's why he probably can't play football. It wouldn't be fair. I mean, he's even stronger than the coach!"

Tommy grinned, and flexed his arm. It was now clearly pumped as big as Mr. McGuiness's, if not bigger. This time, the red-headed muscle man looked at the boy in awe. Finally, he spoke.

"Look, kids. How many people know about this? I mean, you both know that Tommy's special, right."

"You're the first one we've ever told. Tommy hides it pretty well, and when he doesn't, nobody seems to notice."

"You mean your parents don't know?" Mr. McGuiness said in surprise.

Both boys shook their head, 'no.'

"Why tell me, then?"

"Jimmy guessed that you might be pretty strong too. I mean, the kids talk about your tricks, sir," said Tommy.

"And I thought maybe you'd be willing to help Tommy," added Jimmy.

"Help him? How? He's already shown he's stronger than me."

"I'm sorry sir, but don't you get it. Tommy wants to be stronger. You must have been in his position, a really strong kid who got stronger. Way stronger from the looks of it. You know what to do and how to do it." Jimmy looked at Tommy. "Would you train Tommy so he can get even bigger and stronger, please, sir."

Mr McGuiness thought. "Ya, I know what it's like, and yes I do still train. To be honest, I've only met a couple of guys who can take me. I am one of the strongest, but, fuck Tommy, you're in a league by yourself. I guess it's my duty to try and mentor you. But, damn it, with you on the team, we'd be sure to win the state football championship!" He laughed. "Ok, then, here's what we'll do. You start coming to football practice. You said you can hide your strength. Do that. I won't put you on the team. But after practice each day, I'll train you. Hell, maybe you can give ME some tips to get stronger. OK."

"OK!" agreed both boys.

"Fine. I need a shower after all this, and it looks like you do too. Let's hit the locker room then you boys go home. We'll start tomorrow."

Throughout middle school and later high school, Mr McGuiness trained Tommy. Tommy grew stronger than either of them could have imagined.

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It was a fall evening of the twin's senior year. Charlie (Mr. McGuiness) had convinced Tommy to join the football team the prior year. They did win the state championship, and they were going to win it this year too. No one had found out about Tommy's unbelievable strength. It was their secret. Tommy used just enough speed to be where he was needed, and just enough strength to get the job done. He was a fantastic player.

Charlie had taken Tommy to an abandoned warehouse six years earlier. Inside were engines, hydraulics and other contraptions collected to train super strong muscles. Charlie trained here, and so did five other men. Charlie was the strongest. To prove it, he challenged the other five to a tug of war contest. Charlie won. Then Tommy did the same, and Tommy won. The five were demoralized that a six grader had beaten them, but they knew how to train him. And they did.

When Jimmy arrived, Charlie was training legs and Tommy was training triceps. More specifically, Tommy was using Charlie's legs to train his triceps, and vice versa. Charlie was laying on the floor, his back against a wall for support. Both his feet were in the air, pressing against a thick steel beam. Tommy was on the other side of that beam, pressing against it with one arm. Charlie strained, his hamstrings flexing and pushing with all his might in an effort to straighten his legs. Tommy's tricep was a massive horse-shoe shape that contained and mocked the power in the older man's legs. Slowly, Tommy let him straighten his legs, only to apply more power to force both legs back down again. They were on their ninth rep.

After one more cycle of muscle power against muscle power, Tommy shouted, "Ten!"

"Thanks, Tom. Gee that was a great leg workout."

"You're welcome, but I wish Harry and Max were here too. I get a better pump when it's the three of you against me. No offense, but you're legs alone just aren't strong enough." Tommy smiled.

"Damn kid." Charlie had grown accustomed to Tommy beating him and the rest of the men he trained with. When they first started, two of them could take Tommy. After the first year, it took three of them. Then four. Then five. Now, Tommy was stronger than all of them combined, and he was still growing.

Tommy walked over to a stack of old safes. He grabbed one, and flexing his triceps, pushed his hands into it. In seconds, it bent then imploded. He dug his fingers into the steel as if it were clay. Gabbing the inch thick metal, he pulled and ripped it like paper. Tommy never stopped grinning.

Charlie McGuiness was standing in front of a mirror. Both he and Tommy were shirtless. Both wore spandex shorts. Both displayed enough muscle to make Mr. Olympia cry with jealousy. Charlie was flexing his legs, looking and the mountains and values of his muscle. Tommy walked next to him and flexed a thigh. Though Charlie had the pump, Tommy's muscle was still bigger, thicker and more defined. Charlie looked at him, "Damn kid," he said and punched Tommy in the arm. Tommy responded with a huge double bicep. As he flexed, the muscle continued to grow, getting a pump from the isometrics.

"Ya, now that's real muscle, old man." Tommy grinned. He liked teasing Charlie, who was ten years older than he.

"Ya, ya ya. Time to hit the showers, stud." There was a nozzle coming out of the wall in a corner of the warehouse that they used to clean up after a hard workout. Charlie started to walk toward it.

In the six years since they first met, Jimmy, Charlie and Tommy had become best friends. Early on, Charlie had admitted to being gay. At first, Jimmy and Charlie didn't care. As they entered puberty, it became more of an issue. Tommy, being the jock, could get any girl he wanted, so he did. He also "experimented" with some guys, and found he liked that too. Although he identifies as "bisexual", in fact, Tommy enjoyed being with the guys more than the girls. "Uh huh. I know how much you like to look at THIS stud's body in the shower."

Charlie lowered his shorts, and turned naked toward Tommy. "I'm stud enough. Besides, I like men with some hair on their bodies, not boys with baby-bottom-smooth skin." Although Jimmy had seen Charlie hundreds of times before, he was still impressed. Charlie's red hair covered most of his body, yet the deep chords of his muscles were clearly visible. Most impressive was the man's cock. Soft, it hung long down his legs. His nuts were huge and were pushed forward by his huge, furry legs. Charlie had the biggest cock Jimmy had ever seen until he and Tommy hit puberty.

Tommy dropped his shorts. "Ya, I guess you're pretty good, just a little small, that's all." Though soft, Tommy's cock looked a good two inches longer and somewhat thicker than Charlie's. Once, after it became obvious that Tommy would surpass his mentor in that area too, Tommy got Charlie to compare. Well, it wasn't really fair. The teacher didn't want too, so Tommy wrestled him to the ground. Holding him with one hand, he began to play with the helpless man's dick. The sight of the muscle-bound teen totally dominating him and the stimulation of that strong hand on his cock got the desired results. Charlie was a good 11 inches, and Tommy topped 13, but he was still growing. Tommy never let Charlie forget it.

Jimmy watched the horseplay between Charlie and his brother. He was Tommy's twin, and though he lacked Tommy's strength, he was physically the same. Well, almost. His dick was a bit larger than his brother's, and Charlie made that dick hard. Charlie liked to show off, and Jimmy liked watching and feel Charlie's rock hard body. Too soon for Jimmy, they finished and started dressing.

"We did it bro!" Tommy said on the way home. "You and me. We always said that I'd be the strongest, and damned if I'm not. Five guys, each stronger than a fucking horse farm, yet no match for me. And you did it for me, Jimmy. I haven't forgotten that."

"No Tommy. You did it. And you know how I feel for Charlie. There's that in it for me."

"Ya, but I've been thinking. You need to go to a good college, and that costs money."

"Ya." Jimmy knew his brother, and he wasn't sure he liked where this was heading.

"Look. You saw what I did with that safe, and I didn't even work up a sweat. Nothing beats my arms, and their only part of this body. I bet I could break into our bank vault with no problems."

"No problems except for the police, security guards, alarms."

"That's where you come in. We need a plan. You got the brains, and I got the muscle." Tommy bounced his pecs and snarled. Jimmy laughed at the sight of his brother trying to intimidate him.

"I think it's not a good idea..." Jimmy thought of the possibilities. Sure, it was wrong, but Tommy could probably do it. And there might be ways to do it safely. "Maybe. Let me think about it."

Jimmy did think about it, and as the weeks past, he became more convinced that that they could do it. Security relied on electricity, and that could be shut off. The guards could be overpowered. The only problem was the unknown, and that scared Jimmy.

Jimmy's plan began to form over the next several weeks. First, he heard Max, Harry and John talking to Charlie. Max was excited. "Ten thousand bucks! That ain't no chump change."

"But then they know, and there will be a file," Charlie protested.

"Ya, I worried about that. Don't need no government types bugging me. But the doc, he seemed real cool. Said we didn't need to tell him our names."

"They use numbers to id us. I'm number four. Max is number three," Harry chimed in.

"I don't know. I don't trust science types," Charlie scoffed.

"Look. I don't trust them either, especially when they're trying to figure out what makes us so strong. I don't need more guys like you or Tommy around who can take me. But who's to say that they'll succeed. And they pay damn good. All we did was lift a few tons to prove we're strong, give them some blood and let them take some measurements. It took a couple of hours, then they paid us the cash and we're done. You might think about it."

"Maybe," said Charlie. "I still don't like it."

"We learned something while we were there," Harry confided. "Ya know that jail break? The one where they blew up the wall with explosives? There wasn't any explosives. It was a guy. A real psychopath. They kept him tranquilized, but apparently that didn't work. He punched his way out."

"That's why the science guys are interested. If guys like us start turning to crime, ain't no prison can hold us. They need some defenses."

"Maybe," repeated Charlie. He walked over to the locomotive and started lifting it for curls.

A few days later, Charlie did go in. It was no surprise when he bragged he was the strongest guy they had ever seen. Charlie's bragging was short lived, though. The next day, he showed up at school with a black eye and bruises all over his body. He told people he had gotten mugged, but came clean at the gym with the other guys.

"I never told you guys, but I belong to this fight club. It helps me get out my aggression, and nobody's ever been able to touch me. I've also met a few guys there, and after we fight, we go somewhere and have some other type of fun. Well, I went to the club last night, and there was this new guy there. He was pretty big, but nothing I thought couldn't handle. Then I saw him fight. Took down the first guy in less than 20 seconds, and I could tell he was holding back. I took my first fight in 15 seconds. His next fight lasted 10. I took out my next guy in one punch. I don't like doing that. Hell, it's not like any of the guys were ever a challenge, but I had something to prove to this guy. He took out his guy in one punch."

"'Looks like we got somethin' in common," he said to me after his bout.'"

"'Ya, looks that way,' I said"

"'Hey man, if this continues, it looks like it will be you against me.'"

"He flexed then, bouncing his meaty pecs and the boulders he had for arms. His abs were eight cobblestones that ended at the top of his jeans. Sure he looked tough -- he looked like one of us! And we're damn tough."

The other guys agreed.

"So, I flexed back, showing off this hot bod." Charlie hit a crab pose, then stopped from the pain of his sore body. "Anyway, he smiled. "

"'Yep, looks that way. Hey man, I got a proposition for you. I've been lookin' for a guy like you for a job. I'm a little low on funds, and thought about makin' a with drawl from the bank. Whatya say? I don't want to hurt you in there if you're willin' to team up with me.'"

"'I'm undefeated here. You may be a big guy, but I'm pretty damn strong too.'"

"'Maybe I didn't make myself clear. Either we team up, or I take you down. Maybe you heard about me? I recently destroyed a state prison. They wanted me to make it my home, but I didn't like it, so I took out a few guards and a couple stone walls.' He made a double bicep. 'Walls can't contain THESE arms. Fuck, I didn't even work up a sweat.'"

"'Sure. But these arms aren't gonna be that easy.' I flexed my double bi, and we stood there. That's when I realized his arms were easily as big as mine. Maybe even a bit bigger, but I wasn't going to back down. He may have some size, but that didn't mean he had the strength. That was my hope, but I was wrong."

"When the fight began, he got in a couple punches, and so did I. I was feeling him out, and I think we was doing the same to me. I made the first move. I got him in a headlock, my bicep pressed into his neck. Never met anyone who could withstand that, until I met him. I felt his neck muscles flex, so I hardened my arm. That's when I felt it. I couldn't believe it. His muscular neck was actually flattening my bicep, pushing it out. I tried to tighten my grip, but he was resisting it!"

"'Gotta try harder than that,' he said matter-of-factly, a smile on his face. I put everything I had into it, and made some progress for a second or two until he flexed even harder. Then he reached one arm over and grabbed my wrist and began pulling. I used my other arm to fight back, but his one arm was stronger than both mine! It was like trying to resist Tom! In less than ten seconds he was free and let loose on me. The match lasted 5 minutes, but in the end, he was the victor and I was out cold. I came to in the locker room. He was standing over me, naked, with a huge hard-on. I was naked too, and he was playing with my cock."

"'Nice dick, but it looks like I'm bigger there too.' He was jerking me off. 'Ya know, no one's ever been able to fight me the way you did. Thought maybe I could get you to reconsider my proposition.' He kept looking at my defeated body. 'Damn, you're one pretty man. Tough too. That really turns me on.' He grabbed my pecs. I flexed and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I hate to admit it, but I was getting off on him."

"So, you did the guy who beat you to a pulp."

"Hey, I got the black eye in the fight. Maybe a couple of the bruises. But man, what a great lover. He almost convinced me to join him, but I said no. He was a great fuck for a one night stand, but I'm not about to lose my job and my life for that."

The guys groaned, but Jimmy now had a plan.

That night, Tommy and Jimmy waited in alley across from the bank. They waited til sun up, but nothing happened. They returned the next night. Tommy was antsy. He kept curling a dumpster or bending the metal with his fingers then bending it back. Jimmy had to tell him to be quiet. Nothing happened. It wasn't until the forth night that he came. Charlie was right, he was big. Jimmy actually worried that Tommy might not be strong enough, but Tommy was determined. "Man, I'm doing this for you. Ain't no one stronger than me, no matter what Charlie says. Besides, I want to let loose."

The convict was walking around the bank. He looked like he was just planning on breaking down a wall or something, but that would set off the alarm. Jimmy didn't want that. Tommy knew what to do. He had a rock and threw it at the pole transformer that fed electricity to the bank. Threw is probably the wrong word. Tommy launched the rock like a bullet, only faster. His aim was perfect, of course. The rock punctured the transformer, and it exploded. The power flickered off.

The sudden power failure startled the robber. He did a quick 360, but saw no one. He saw the transformer on fire and smiled. He walked down a dark alley on the side of the bank. Seconds later, Jimmy and Tommy heard a bang and the sound of bricks falling. A second bang and it looked like the whole building shook. There was the sound of more debris falling, then nothing. Tommy pulled a black spandex mask over his face and crossed the street. He wore a skin tight black spandex shirt, and black spandex tights. He was invisible in the dark.

Tommy stepped through the hole in the bank wall that the other robber had created. He walked through the bank, trying not to make any noise. He found the robber at the vault.

Tommy was impressed. The robber was gripping the vault door, his lats hulking hiding the central portion of the door. He was gripping the mechanism, the steel deformed by his grip. His triceps were flexed into striated horseshoes, and his biceps pumped into bowling balls as he pulled on the door. The man was clearly bigger than Charlie and maybe bigger than Tommy.

Tommy cleared his throat, and the thief jumped and quickly turned around. "Need some help with that?" Tommy asked.

The thief squinted, trying to distinguish Tommy from shadow. "Where'd you come from?"

Tommy said nothing, but stepped forward. With a quick shove, he pushed the surprised thief aside, sending him into the wall. Tommy grabbed the door and flexed, hard. His body burst into flexed hard muscle. The vault groaned. Tommy's body continued to pump as his lats flared and arms pulled. There was the sudden sound of steel shattering as the door popped backwards an inch, then two. Three inches of steel could not stand up to the teenagers strength. Seconds later, there was a final groan and snap as the door broke its hinges. It took Tommy less than 10 seconds to open the vault. He took several steps backward, and lifted the door over his head. Facing the motionless and still surprised thief, Tommy said, "That what you were trying to do? Good thing I came along to help you, huh?" Behind his mask, Tommy grinned.

"Fucking show off. I'm more than strong enough to have done that myself, asshole."

"Oh, sorry. Well then, here it is, catch." Tommy tossed the multi-ton door at the thief.

The door came right at the thief. Instinctively, the big man made a fist and smashed in into the door, warping the metal and causing it to fall in front of him. He bent down and picked the metal up. "Think you're so tough, watch this!" He said as his arms burst into veins and cables of thick muscle. The door began to bend in half. Flipping the folded door over, again the man began to bend the double door in quarters. Sweat poured down the man's body as he grunted, finishing the fold.

Tommy walked over to the folded door and picked it up. His arms and chest burst into massive pumped power and he folded the door into quarters. Only the closed, grimaced eyes betrayed that the steel was harder than paper.

As Tommy dropped the door, the thief's foot came up to knee Tommy in the groin, but Tommy was quicker. He grabbed the thief's leg and tossed him to the ground. "Oh, sorry sir, but you should be more careful. Here, let me help you up." Tommy extended his arm and the thief grabbed it. With all his might the big man tried to toss Tommy. Instead, Tommy remained anchored, his mighty arm overcoming the other man's inertia and forcing the thief up off the floor.

Tommy was now pumped and looked huge. It was clear from his reflection in the metal he was bigger than the thief. Tommy decided to wrap this up.

"Look, little man. I don't got a lot of time. So why don't we end this." Tommy flexed into a huge double-bi pose. "If you really want to take on these muscles, I'm up for it. I should tell you though, I'm gonna win."

The thief responded by throwing a kidney punch into Tommy's flexed abs. Tommy heard the other man's fist crack as his steel-hard stomach repelled the attack. Tommy returned the punch, breaking through the thief's ab flex, causing the once dominant man to double over in pain. Tommy kicked his foot into the man's face, shattering his nose. The thief jumped up and threw a fist at Tommy's face. Tommy caught it in his hand, stopped it and powered the man's arm behind his back. He wrapped his other hand around the man's neck, flexing his huge bicep and crushing the other man's neck muscles. The choker hold succeeded in knocking the thief out.

Tommy dropped the man. He grabbed a sack the man had and ran into the safe. Seconds later, he came back with the sack full. He dropped several bundles of bills on the unconscious thief and left. There were sirens in the distance and Jimmy and Tommy fled the scene. "Now, you have money for college," was all Tommy said.

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Jimmy excelled in college. He aced all his courses, and took the advice of his favorite professor who told him, "It's not just the classes. Recruiters look to what else you did in college. They really like it if you work in a research lab." Jimmy decided to get a double degree in chemistry and biology. He got his break to work in a lab almost by accident.

Harry and Max were on campus for the experiment they were a part of. Jimmy was to meet them for lunch. He entered Robert's Hall and found the lab. He went in, and saw Harry and Max on some kind of exercise machine. Both were struggling. Three men in lab coats were monitoring them. No one noticed Jimmy.

The older man was the first to talk. "That's the last rep, boys. Thanks. Looks like each of you has gotten stronger. Max, that was 4000 pounds. Harry, 4100." Both lifters were covered in sweat.

Harry turned to Max. "Got ya!"

"Til next time," replied Max. Max noticed Jimmy standing in the door. "Hey Jim. Be with ya after we shower." The older white coat turned to Jimmy. Jimmy recognized him as Professor Apple. He'd be in Apple's class on biogenetics next semester.

"Doc, this is our friend Jim Schumaker. Jim, this is Doctor Apple. The doc is doing the study we're involved in."

"Nice to meet you Jim."

"Nice to meet you. I'm signed up for your class next semester."

"Really? Are you a biology major?"

"Double degree candidate, sir. I'm getting my B.S. in Biology and my B.S. in Chemistry."

"That's a lot of work. I hope you know that my class is rough. I expect a lot from my students."

"That's fine with me, sir. I have a 4.0 GPA now, so I think I can handle it."

While Harry and Max showered, the professor and Jimmy continued to talk. The professor was impressed with Jim, and asked if he'd like to work in the lab. "We need undergraduates to monitor some of the experiments. You might like it." Jimmy accepted.

Tom was thrilled that his brother was working in the lab that Harry and Max went to. Charlie still didn't trust any experiment, and this would give them someone on the inside to let them know what was going on.

"Besides. Max and Harry seem to be making some good gains," said Tommy.

"Oh, that's probably just because of the equipment. State of the art stuff. It uses magnetics and hydraulics for resistance, and adapts to the lifter. Probably helps them get a good pump."

While Jimmy monitored other subjects, some stronger than Max and Harry, some weaker, he read some of Dr. Apple's papers. The lab was involved in a research project to understand strength. In particular, the doctor had recruited men who displayed above average strength -- supermen like Charlie, Tommy, Harry, Max, and others. The doctor was trying to understand the source of the strength.

As Jimmy became more acquainted with the workings of the lab, he discovered that there were three projects going on simultaneously. One involved the supermen. It measured their strength, modelled their DNA and body chemistry and looked at how these things changed pre and post workout and over time. The second project sought to apply the first research to normal subjects to improve their abilities. Publicly, this project was funded by a muscular dystrophy organization, but Jimmy learned it was really funded by the military. The last project was more secret. Jimmy thought it had something to do to further enhance the supermen.

Jimmy aced Professor Apple's course, which enhanced his status in the lab. By the end of Jim's junior year, the Dr. Apple was getting him more involved with the nuts and bolts of the research. Dr. Apple even signed off on a research independent study for Jim's senior year.

"Jim, I've been thinking about your senior project. I think you're ready to make a major contribution for us. As you know, we've identified hormonal difference in our Study-1 subjects. This enables them to develop excess slow and fast twitch fibers. It also seems to allow many to hyper-contract their muscle tissue. This manifests itself as increased strength. What you may not know is that we identified the gene that produces the hormone. It's a mutation on the long arm of the Y chromosome."

"That's great professor. That would explain why only men manifest the strength and not women."

"That's right. And for the past year, I've been working on a way to splice that gene into a normal man. I've had some success with using a virus to insert the gene, but there are two problems. First, the subject's immune system seems to attack the virus, so we don't get good diffusion in the system. Second, once inserted, the gene remains inert. We don't know what activates it. Do either of these sound like good projects for you to work on?"

"Yes, sir. Can I think about it and get back to you tomorrow."

"That would be a good idea."

Jim wanted to confer with Tommy and Charlie. For a couple years, he had been allowing them to train in the state-of-the-art gym after everyone had left. Both had made substantial gains in size and strength. Tonight was a back workout.

Tommy was doing lat pull downs using magnetic resistance when Jimmy broached the subject with Charlie. Charlie listened as Tommy finished his final rep before the machine maxed him out at a little over 6 tons. "I'll beat this sucker yet."

"I doubt it, big boy," said Charlie. "These machines are designed for guys like us." Charlie started his workout, and the machine quickly adjusted to poundage to give him a great pump.

"Jim, I think you should look at what turns this gene on. I mean, you and I are twins. We've got the same genes, but you don't have my strength. Don't you want to know why?"

"Ya, but I think the other problem is easier. Virology is state-of-the-art stuff right now, and it would help me get into grad school if I crack this problem. My technique might even be able to be applied to other diseases."

"Why not do both?" Charlie grunted, unable to push out a rep at nearly 4 and a half tons.

"I don't think Dr. Apple would let me?"

"Does he need to know?"

Jimmy took Charlie's advice. He got blood samples from Tommy and Charlie, and sure enough, both had high levels of the muscle hormone in their systems. Tommy's was one and a half times as high as Charlies, and three times higher than either Harry or Max. As he suspected, the hormone was absent from his system. He used the remaining blood samples to map their Y-chromosomes. As he suspected, he and Tommy were identical. This was Jimmy's secret project.

For his senior project, Jim did research on immune responses to viruses. Some research suggested turning the immune system off, but Jimmy didn't like that. If the immune system could be tricked into believing the virus were from the subject's own body, that solution would be better. Professor Apple agreed, and provided Jimmy with a blood sample from the first subject.

He was a soldier who had "volunteered" to be part of the research. According to his stats sheet, he was six feet tall and weighed 145 pounds. He barely was able to complete boot camp, and was assigned to KP where 'he couldn't do any harm.'. Jimmy tested this soldier's blood, and found no trace of the muscle hormone. His Y chromosome lacked the mutation to produce it.

Jimmy then did tests to identify genetic markers common to this soldier's muscle cells. He found several candidates, and he and the professor spliced the markers into the RNA for the virus. Next, they tested the candidates on white cells grown from the soldier's blood. Several of the candidates were immediate failures. The white cells attacked the virus and destroyed it. One virus, however, worked perfectly. There was only a .01 reaction to the virus, and it was able to infect 99.7 percent of the cells in the culture. Professor Apple was ecstatic. He would arrange to have the soldier come to their lab after Christmas break.

During the break, Jimmy continued his secret experiment. He added some of the Tommy's muscle hormone to some of his blood cultures. Within hours, there was no trace of the hormone. It was like his blood just absorbed it. Jim hypothesized that maybe that's what was happening. His body WAS producing the hormone, but something in his system absorbed it. Perhaps the trigger actually turned off this absorption process.

When the soldier showed up in the lab, he was told to remove his shirt and pants. The only word to describe him was Wimp (with a capital W). His ribs were visible under his skin. He was flat chested and his stomach pushed out from lack of muscle tone. His arms measured 10 inches around. "I joined the army so they could make me a man," he said. "That's why I'm here. They couldn't do it. Maybe you can." The only thing large about the soldier, whose name was Jeff, was his cock. It was larger than Tommy's at 14.5 inches, but still smaller than Jim's 15 inch monster.

Jim ran the soldier through a series of exercise. He could barely curl 50 pounds. His bench press was only 90 pounds. He couldn't squat 50 pounds without breaking into a sweat.

"OK, Jeff. We're going to give you a shot now. We'll be putting you up in a hotel room for the next few months, and Jim will monitor your condition. Let us know everything." Jeff got the shot of the virus.

The next day, Jeff said he felt like he had the flu. He had a temperature of 101, sweats and body aches. At first, Jim and the professor feared that he was rejecting the virus, but he wasn't. Yes, he was having an immune response, but the virus was replicating and splicing the muscle mutation into his Y chromosomes. Daily blood tests showed the progress from 1% to 90% within the first week. After seven days, Jeff said he felt great, almost like a new man. That's when he began to change.

The first signs were that his stomach began to flatten. His ribs became less visible, and his chest showed the slightest hint of definition. In the gym, he began to lift heavier and heavier weights. His bench press jumped to 150 pounds during the second week, and 225 in the third. He began to curl 100 pounds, then 120, as his biceps broke the 14 inch mark. By then end of January, he was benching 300, curling 145, and squatting 400. He looked like a soldier.

During February, Jeff began to complain that the weights were too light. His body weight broke 200 pounds, though he kept a 28 inch waist with an amazingly defined 8-pack. His chest reached 48 inches, and his biceps broke 17. His thighs were 27. He was growing amazingly fast. Blood tests confirmed the muscle hormone in his system, though not yet at superman levels.

That changed in March. The tests showed an incredible increase in the hormone in Jeff's blood. It was higher than the concentration in Charlies. Jeff had an insatiable appetite, and it seemed it body metabolized food into muscle quickly. By the end of the month, he was stronger than either Harry or Max in every lift. By mid April, he was stronger than Charlie. Blood tests showed Jeff had more hormone in his blood than even Tommy. This both scared and thrilled Jim.

It was near the end of the school year, and Jim was about to graduate as the class valedictorian. He was supervising one of Jeff's workouts, lifting weights he'd only seen his brother attempt. Jeff worked out shirtless, in spandex running shorts. Jim thought he was the second hottest man he'd ever seen, after Charlie.

"Jim, I want to thank you. All my life I've been weak. You turned me into the hulk. Thanks." Jeff walked over to Jim, took his hand, then pulled him close and gave him a hug. There was a tear in Jeff's eye and he hugged the small scientist.

"Sorry, guy. Guess I shouldn't get this emotional, but it means so much to me. I mean, look at how big I am." Jeff hit a most muscular pose that rivalled his brother's. Jim began to get a hard-on.

"Hey, Jim. Ya know that don't ask, don't tell stuff. I got a feeling about you. Maybe you want me to tell, if I ask you?"

"Huh?"

"Jim, I'm gay. Always have been. I got a feeling you are too. Am I right?"

Jim nodded. Jeff walked over to Jim, hugged him, and lifted him into his massive arms. He carried Jim into the shower area. Slowly and passionately, Jeff kissed Jim, unbuttoning Jim's shirt and removing his pants. Jeff put his big hand on Jim's crotch. It was hard. "Mmmmmm" sighed Jeff. He broke the embrace and removed his shorts, freeing his massive meat. He then lowered Jim's shorts, freeing Jim's more-than-ample endowment. "Fuck." Jeff said, as he grabbed Jim's horse cock. He placed his next to Jim's only to see that Jim was bigger. "Oh ya, fucking turn on."

"Your body is a turn on. God, I love your muscle," said Jim, realizing his secret desire for the first time. Jim wanted to be like Tommy. Jim wanted the strength he had given to Jeff. Jim wanted Jeff. The two made love.

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"I remember how it felt when it began," Jeff told Jim after one of their sexual encounters. Dr. Apple didn't want to lose his star undergraduate, and got him into the university's graduate program in genetics. Jim had a full scholarship and a research assistant in Dr. Apple's lab. Jeff was his project.

"I was jerking off, and rubbing my hands on my body. My stomach was hard, and I could feel the abs below. They were as hard as rocks. I moved my hand to my pecs, and there was a ridge there. My stomach had always been soft before, and my chest flat. Suddenly, I could even flex the muscle and feel that ridge harden. In weeks, I noticed the gap between my chest deepen. My nipples became more sensitive as my chest got bigger and stronger. The abs on my stomach became pronounced ridges. As I ran my hand over my body, I would bask in its hardness and its size. It got me off. And look at me now!" Jeff flexed his pecs and abs and ran a hand over them. His huge bicep balled on his arm as he felt his power. "And it's all because of you, Jim." Jeff stopped stroking his hand, and grabbed Jim's. He moved it over his abs, then up to his pecs. "Feel that. You did this for me." Jeff pulled Jim close and kissed him.

Their encounters had continued through the summer. Jeff's strength increased, as did the amount of muscle hormone his body was producing. Jeff was by far the strongest of the supermen. His lifts were even heavier than Tom's, though that was Jim's secret. He didn't think his brother needed to know that, and this project was suppose to be some sorta government secret. Though both Charlie and Tom knew about Jeff, they didn't need to know just how successful the project had been. He didn't want to tell them that the level in hormone in Jeff's system was twice as much as Charlies'.

As the summer ended, Jeff was told he had to go back to his base for one month. He was to train for some secret mission that would test just how successful the transformation had been. The research lab claimed success, but the military was harder to convince.

Jim's other research project was blocked. He couldn't figure out what caused the hormone to appear in a subject's system, nor why some people had more hormone than others. It was frustrating. Jim didn't want to admit that maybe he was a bit distracted by his affair with Jeff.

Jim got a break a few days after Jeff left. He was looking a the various physiological data, trying to correlate hormone production with weight, height, muscle density, even eye color. Nothing was working. On a lark, he tried dick size. Bingo. It seemed that the bigger the guy's dick, the more hormone in his system. Using an exponential, he got a correlation of .9 with a probability that it was by random chance of less than 1 in ten thousand. Suddenly, it seemed obvious to him. He needed to map the Y chromosome.

Over the next few weeks, he did his mapping. Sure enough, the gene that affected the hormone and the gene that affected dick size were adjacent. Jim had discovered why the supermen had different levels of hormone in their systems. Now, why didn't he?

Jim decided to share some of his findings with Dr. Apple. Unfortunately, the computers in his office were down. He decided to leave the professor a note in his office. Dr.Apple had trusted Jim with a key in case of emergencies, and Jim was too excited to wait.

Jim didn't mean to spy, well, not a first. He was writing his note when he noticed a folder on the doctor's desk. It was labeled, "Proposal for Research into Muscle Hypertrophy." Jim innocently picked it up and began to read. He recognized the first two components as the study of the genetic mutation in men and inducing the genetic mutation in normals. He was shocked at the third part.

"Lastly, the government and criminal justice system has expressed concern about the uncontrollable nature of men with enhanced genetic muscle hypertrophy. A third study will be done to neutralize these men. We intend to investigate ways to turn off the genetic mutation or eliminate it from the subject's system, turning them into normals."

Jim kept reading. "To test subject with induced genetic hypertrophy, we propose a search and capture of person or person's with naturally occurring hypertrophy. Upon capture, subject two will receive a neutralizing agent." Only one word ran through Jim's mind, "Jeff!".

Jim put down the folder and scanned other document's lying around the professor's office. He found a second folder, "Acquisition of subject for study 3."

"Target subject is William Neal. Mr. Neal has an active criminal record dating to his sixteenth birthday. Early criminal activities include vandalism, destruction of property and assault and battery. These activities demonstrate that subject is a genetic muscle hypertrope. Correlated activities including throwing a 1964 Oldsmobile car across a football field, destruction of a school gymnasium, and assault on a football team. Subject was arrested but escaped from jail by breaking a hole in the wall with his fist. Subject was recaptured four years ago during an attempted bank robbery. Subject decided to stay in jail for two years, where he showed marked aggressive tendencies. Subject spent all his time in the jail's weight pen. Subject escaped a second time, destroying a wing of the jail and freeing 75 prisoners. Subject remains free and hidden." Jeff was sent to get him.

Jim needed to talk to Tom and Charlie. He told them about the third part of the study, and they were concerned. Charlie laughed when he heard that the plan was to depower the guy who beat him up. "Serves him right," was Charlie's response. Both seemed to think that criminals deserved what they got. Jim wasn't reassured.

Jeff got back a week later, one week early. During the weekly research meeting, Dr. Apple reported that the military test was a success and that a study 3 subject would be run the next day. Jim found Jeff in the exercise room.

"How are you feeling," Jim asked, trying not to sound concerned.

"Strong!" said Jeff, finishing another rep and breaking his own record on military presses. Jeff smiled, and Jim proceeded to monitor his progress like it was any normal day.

After his work out, Jim followed Jeff into the changing room. Jeff picked Jim up, kissed him and nearly crushed him in a super bear hug.

"I know about the mission," Jim confided. "What happened? Are you really OK?"

Jeff laughed. "Hell ya. I'm not suppose to tell much, but since you know. It was awesome! They told me about this guy. A real ass wipe. Big, strong, used his muscle to intimidate guys weaker. And most guys are weaker, let me tell you."

"Ya, and you had to find him?"

"Find him and take him down. They told me the guy liked to fight. Real brutal fights too. That made it easy. I went to a gym that trained boxers and power lifters. Did a little sparring and attracted the attention of some guys. They hooked me into the fight club network. A guy like this Neal character can't hide there. People talk. I heard he was in Pittsburgh, and went there. There's a fight in what they call Sliberty every Thursday. Sure enough, he showed up."

"You fought in a fight club?"

"Oh no. Well yes, but not in Pittsburgh. That would have blown my cover. I fought around the base, but I didn't win. I was told to keep a low profile. So anyway, I staked out this place and saw Neal going in. Let me tell you, William Neal is a big boy. Guys were coming out unconscious, carried by their friends that looked like the building had collapsed on them. Neal came out holding a wad of money. Not the best neighborhood for it, but the guy could take care of himself. I followed him until I was sure no one else was around. That's when I made my move."

"I ran around the block and got in front of him. I stepped out of the shadow right in his path. 'William Neal, you're coming with me!' I said." Jeff stood arms akimbo showing what he did. Shirtless and in his spandex, he did look sexy and tough, but Jim still had to laugh. Jeff scowled, then laughed too. "OK, it's hokey, but I had to say something. And yes, he laughed to."

"'Listen Batman, get out of my way or I'll be forced to hurt ya.'"

"Batman?" Jim asked.

"Oh, I was dressed in black. Makes it easier to hide in the dark. These are the things you learn in covert ops."

"So," Jeff continued, "I said to him, 'I know all about you Neal. You're a wanted criminal, and I'm hear to do something about it'."

"'You and what army?'"

"'I'm my own army.' He laughed at that, but I stepped closer. Neal flexed his arm and said, 'See this? This is the last thing you're gonna see.' He threw the first punch, right to my gut. Ya know, Jimmy, I flexed. I was prepared and his punch didn't even hurt. It just bounced off. 'That all you got?' was my response, and it was my turn to laugh at him. Jim, it felt good. This is the type of guy that always mocked me cause I was so weak. Now, he was the weak one."

"'Fuck'n strong man, huh? Guess they learned. Ain't no one stronger than me, now, though. I've been workin' out, and ain't no one stronger or tougher than me anymore.' He threw another fist that bounced off my flexed pecs. The next punch, I caught. I held his punch with one hand, and I flexed my other bi. I could tell, it was bigger than his. And STRONGER."

"'See this, Willie? This is the last thing you're gonna see. I took the fist I was holding and muscled it behind his back, twisting him around. Sure, he resisted. He fought with everything he had. But I had more. I wrapped my other hand around his neck. He flexed, but I flexed my bi, crushing his neck muscles with my granite hard arm. Within 90 seconds, he was out cold. I carried him back to my truck, drove to the local National Guard station where they had a team waiting for me. They tranquilized him, and now he's in some hospital room around here. I'm suppose to guard him tomorrow during the doc's experiment. Will you be there?"

"I wouldn't miss it," lied Jim.

It was a lie because Jim wasn't suppose to know about the top-secret third study. But Dr. Apple liked him. Jim played dumb and asked about the study they talked about in the research meeting. Dr. Apple invited him and he accepted.

Jimmy took a seat in the observation lounge. Dr. Apple was below talking with a couple MPs. Jeff wasn't anywhere to be seen. Neither was Neal. In the observation room was a few grad students, a couple faculty members and about 30 army officers. After a few minutes, Dr. Apple looked up and began to speak.

"Good afternoon. Thank you for coming. I'm Roger Apple, the chief investigator of this project. Today, we demonstrate the third phase of our muscle hypertrophy project. As most of you are aware, phase two has been a major success. We have been able to induce genetic muscle hypertrophy in a hypotrophic subject, in essence creating a superman. Within the past few days, our subject has proven the success of our treatments by capturing a dangerous criminal. That criminal is the subject of today's test."

"Let me assure members of the Research Review Board that what will happen has been authorized by a court of law. All the proper paperwork is in place, and the subject will be remanded to the criminal justice system after this experiment."

"The subject will receive two injections. The first, " Dr Apple holds up a syringe filled with an orange liquid, "is an anti-hormonal. The subject his a high degree of naturally occurring hormone in his system. In fact, the subject is in the top percentile of hormone producers."

"Doctor," a general in the gallery interrupted, "How does private Partridge compare to this man?"

"Jeff Partridge has begun to naturally produce approximately 1/3 more hormone than William Neal, General. As I was saying, Mr. Neal will receive an injection of anti-hormonal. Our model demonstrates that withing minutes, Mr. Neal will loose his ability to hyper-contract his muscle tissue. Although he will retain his musculature for now, he will loose his super strength. He will become a normal, with the strength perhaps of a power lifter. Nothing more."

There was a murmur from the crowd. "Doctor, what precautions have you taken for your and our safety?"

"Private Partridge will supervise the prisoner. In fact, the prisoner is awake now in another room under the Private's supervision."

"The second part of the experiment," Doctor Apple holds up a second vial, "we will inject the subject with a viral agent to remove the hypertrophic mutation. In short, the subject will permanently lose his strength and size. He will become a normal. Our graduate student James Simon was instrumental in the use of viruses for this purpose." Several faculty members smiled at Jim.

One of the faculty chimed in, "Roger, what is the application of this project?"

Doctor Apple signalled to an MP, who left the room. "The technique is being developed for National Security and the criminal justice system. It is intended to be used against asocials and enemy combatants."

The door opened, and the MP came in, followed by Jeff pushing a stretcher. Jeff was in fatigues that looked a size or two too small for his massive body. William Neal was lying on the stretcher, bound by metal chains. He was bleeding. Jim recognized him as the bank robber that Tommy had duped when they got the money for Jim's college education.

"I'm sorry that apparently Private Partridge had to subdue the prisoner," said Dr. Apple. Turning to Neal, "Mr. Neal. I'm Dr. Apple. As I told you, I will be giving you an injection. I ask that you lie still for two minutes, then you may do whatever you want. No one will stop you."

"What about him?"

"Private Partridge is under orders to let you leave, if that is what you want."

"Ya know, these chains can't hold me." Neal started to flex and rise, but Jeff jumped over and pushed him back down. He held him while the doctor pulled out the needle.

"In two minutes, Mr. Neal." Dr. Apple gave him the injection. The clock ticked and the gallery was silent. Neal bragged about breaking walls and lifting weights, taking down men and throwing cars. Everyone ignored him.

"Ok, Mr. Neal. You may get up now, if you can." Jeff stepped back.

"Can? Fuck ya." Neal flexed and tried to rise. Nothing happened. He grunted and forced himself up. The chains held. Sweat appeared on his face and his muscles bulged. His once hard muscles were forced down by the metal. "What the fuck? Whadya do to me."

"Why, nothing Mr. Neal. You're just normal, that's all." Dr. Apple gave him the second injection as Jeff snickered and bounced his massive chest, so Neal could see.

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Jeff was responsible for Jim's final break through. After the experiment on William Neal, Jim was freaked. It had never occurred to him that his research, his quest for strength and size could be used in this manner.

Jeff took the prisoner to a specially prepared jail. He would be given daily injections of hormone suppressor for the next few weeks. Neal was already complaining about feeling like he had a cold. The mutation virus was working. He relayed the story to Jim in Jim's campus apartment.

"He tried to bend the bars of his cell. He looked big, but his muscles just couldn't do it. Kinda turned me on," admitted Jeff.

"Kinda scares me," admitted Jim. "I'm not the toughest of guys either, but if I were, I'm not sure how I'd feel if it was suddenly taken away."

"Hey, you heard Doc Apple. It's only going to be used against the bad guys." Jeff snuggled close to Jim and said in his softest, sexiest voice, "And you sir are one good guy." Jeff kissed Jim, and placed his hand on Jim's growing cock. "I've missed you."

"I was so worried about you. What if the experiment had failed? What if Neal had a gun? What if..."

Jeff placed his big hand on Jim's mouth. "What if you fuck me?" Jeff lifted Jim and carried him to the bed. He placed Jim down, and grabbed his pants. Jeff's arms bulged slightly and he tore the denim like it was tissue. Jim's huge meat slapped to attention against his shirt. Jim tore the shirt off next. He marvelled at the way Jim's meat came up over his navel and right below his nipples. "Damn. So big."

"Flex for me," whispered Jim. Jeff pulled off his pants and flexed his bicep. Jim stroked it. "Now, that's big." Jeff flipped Jim over, and they began to suck each other. Jim was amazed at the size and definition of Jeff's thighs. They were as big around as his whole chest! He knew that Jeff could squat many tons, even more than his twin, but it amazed him none-the-less.

Time seemed to stop as the men enjoyed each other. Jim was the first to stop sucking, and asked Jeff to role over. He only had to ask once. The sight of the landscape of Jeff's massive back made Jim's cock even harder. Even unflexed, the ridges of muscle were overwhelming. Jim's whole hand could get lost in the gap created by Jeff's lats around his spine. Jeff flexed his lats as Jim prepared to enter him. Jeff's back was so huge, Jim couldn't even wrap his arms around his lover to hug him. Jeff flexed his inner muscles, stimulating Jim's cock. It felt so good. The minutes passed like seconds. They came together in an orgasmic bliss.

As they lay together, Jeff began to talk. "I love you, Jim. You know that."

"Yes, I know. I just can't figure out why. You could have anyone. Why me?"

"Why not you?"

"I'm so... normal."

"So am I."

"No, I mean..."

"I know what you mean. You aren't strong. Who cares? All my life I was thin and weak. I don't care about that. Not like that asshole Neal."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, nothing. Just began crying as I was leaving. Something about being like his brother -- weak like his brother."

Weak like his brother? Like Jim was to Tom? Jim couldn't get it out of his mind.

In the lab the next day, Jim looked up Neal's file. William Neal was an identical twin. His brother was Jacob, and Jacob showed no signs of the muscle hypertrophy. There was a phone number for Jacob, but the man didn't want to talk. He hadn't had anything to do with his brother for years, and said that he was dead to him. Only after he heard that he was in prison again, and there to stay, did he say anything.

"Look, kid, he was like my Dad. Mean. Kept mom and us kids terrified all the time. She said she fought back, once, when she was pregnant with us, and he beat her silly. I don't want nothing to do with my brother, just like I don't want nothin' to do with that abusive father of mine. Goodbye."

Jim began to think. Tom had always been different, from birth. Could the trigger be something environmental -- something that happened to his mother? Jacob mentioned strong, primitive emotions. Fear. Fight. There can be hormonal changes associated with those. Could that be the trigger? Jim called his mother.

"Well, now that you mention it, there was something. Your Dad took me on a camping trip before he knew I was pregnant. You know what a practical joker he is. Well, he went out of the tent, and when he came back, he pretended to be a bear. Scared me silly. My heart was racing, and he was screaming outside like the bear was killing him. He felt so bad after I told him I was pregnant. Why do you ask?"

Jim knew. Fear caused the body to produce adrenaline. He got some natural adrenaline from the lab, and mixed it with the muscle hormone. It reacted, creating two chemicals. For the next week, Jim tested these chemicals. One was similar to the muscle hormone. The other was similar to the chemical used to suppress the hormone. Jim had a working hypothesis. When a pregnant women got scared, her body chemistry interacted with her children's mutant genes. Sometimes it activated them. Sometimes it suppressed them. With twins, one twin got the muscle hormone, in the other it was suppressed.

Jim knew that Dr. Apple didn't approve of self-experimentation, but Dr. Apple didn't know about Jim's research. Jim prepared a vial of the muscle hormone activator. He had the genes, and he would see if he could activate them. He gave himself a shot. A few minutes later, he felt better than he had in his entire life.

Jim began to work out. He wore baggy clothes so no one could tell he was gaining size. Jeff noticed, but he didn't care. "Let's work out together, OK? You didn't take the stuff you gave me did you?"

"No."

"Well, you may not get as strong as me, but that doesn't matter. If you want some size, I'll help any way I can."

Over the next several months, Jeff was sent on assignment to round up other criminals and asocials. When Jeff was on campus, they'd work out together. When he was away, Jim would work out alone. Jim's strength and size was increasing faster than even he expected. It was like once activated, his body had a lifetime of growing to make up for.

Jeff's targets all seemed to be criminals. One was a teenage rapist who liked to overpower bodybuilders and power lifters. One was a hermit who destroyed a military base the last time they tried to bring him in. One was some kid that terrorized a town. Jeff had no problem with any of them.

Jim continued to spy, sneaking into the professor's office late at night. He knew about the targets, and so far, his fears seemed fruitless. That changed after the fourth subject was rounded up by Jeff.

The military had requested a proposal for follow-up research. They wanted to mass produce the muscle virus, to create a battalion of super soldiers. They were already preparing recruits.

"After a squadron of recruits are ready, phase two of the follow-up study will begin. As per the request for proposal, we shall attempt to inhibit the hormone production of an enhanced muscle hypertrope with the neutralizing agent. The subject from the initial study will be preparing to leave the military, and makes a likely candidate. As General Clark has pointed out, it would be a national security disaster to have a population of supermen not under military control."

Jim was numb. He dropped the proposal, spreading it on the floor and desk. He picked up the papers, putting them back in order. That's when he saw something else. It was the list of Jeff's next targets. After his current assignment, Jeff had to pick up two "asocials". "Charlie McGuinness and Tom ". He read, "Targets have refused to participate in study, and exhibit superior hyptertrophic characteristics. Their unsupervised actions are a threat to national security." Bullshit, thought Jim. He put everything back the way he found it and left to find Charlie and Tom.

He found them in the warehouse where they trained. The weights had increased over the years, and there were various machines and racks around. Charlie and Tommy had cleared out a ring in the center where they would wrestle. The concrete floor had cracked and the ring now resembled more of a pit after years of 'playing' as they called it. They were 'playing' when Jim arrived.

Both men were wearing speedos that struggled to contain their packages. Although Jimmy had the crush on Charlie, it was Tommy who got him. It was strange at first, since Charlie had been their teacher and coach, but Tom's rugged masculinity and superior strength were too much for the man. He became Tom's stud. Jim was a bit jealous, but now he had Jeff and everything was OK. Jim knew that any wrestling match was simply foreplay for these two men.

Tom had continued to grow. It had been several months since Jim had seen him in a state of undress like this, and he was amazed at the size of his brother's body. He was almost as large as Jeff, but not quite. What was more amazing was that Jim's body was now almost as big as Tom's. It had only been 10 weeks since he gave himself the shot, and he knew that he was growing like a weed, but the amount of his growth surprised even him.

The two men circled each other. Tom grabbed Charlie's arms, and they struggled. Each man seemed to pump up against the other's strength, but Charlie was no match for Tom. Charlie's arms were forced behind his down. Charlie tried to use his mass to throw Tom off, but in a feat of gymnastics, Tom flipped around and lifted Charlie up, throwing him onto the broken concrete. Tom jumped on him as Charlie tried to roll away, but too late. Tom wrapped his massive thighs around Charlie's abs. Charlie flexed, but Tom squeezed, crushing Charlie's brick-like abs between his steely thighs. Charlie grunted a submission. Tom let go and Charlie said, "Damn, you are just too fucking strong."

"Guess that means you get to submit any night."

"Guess that means I win," joked Charlie.

"Hi guys."

"Hey Jim. How's it goin? Got a new look I see -- kinda baggy."

"Ya, I've been workin out a bit," Jim lied. He didn't know how to break it to them that he had found the secret to unlock his muscular potential. He knew he'd have to do it sooner or later, but there were so many lies and half truths between them now, he didn't know how to come clean. He never told them about Jeff's strength. How does he tell them now? How to tell them about the anti-hormone treatment and they were the next targets? How does he tell them about his part in creating the hypomuscular virus that was now meant for them? Tom had always been bigger and stronger than him. Would it change the way his brother feels about him if that changed? At first, he wanted to protect Tom from knowing he'd created a superior man in Jeff, and it had snowballed on him. Now, to protect them both, he had to tell.

"Guys, I need to talk to you," he said seriously. He felt like crying. He started by telling them about the list.

"Asocials? Us?" asked Charlie.

"You didn't take part in their experiments. You're rogues as far as their concerned. Apparently, the government feels they can't have that."

"Hey, no problem bro." Tom hit a massive most muscular. It reminded Jim of those cartoons of the Incredible Hulk. "I've never been beat, right? They won't be able to get us."

"Yes, Tom. I think they will."

"Hey, remember what I did to that thief? The one that, well, you know."

"Tom, you aren't the strongest. Jeff is. I know. I trained him. Hell, I helped create him." Jim told them about the hormone, its levels and the correlation he'd discovered.

"So, the reason I'm stronger than Charlie is because I got more of this hormone?" asked Tom.

"And a bigger dick," added Charlie.

"That's right."

"And Jeff..." started Tom.

"Is a real horse, with real horsepower." joked Charlie.

"This isn't funny, Charlie. He'll get you both. They'll put you through that awful procedure. You'll..." Jim couldn't say it. His brother had always been his idol, his protector, his friend.

"We'll just have to fight, that's all. Fight him and get away. Do you know when he's coming? We can get Max, Harry and the rest of the guys to help," planned Charlie.

"No. Jeff's away on a mission now. I suspect when he gets back. He'll probably be told to come for you in a week or two. I can try and talk him out of it," said Jim.

"No, Jim. You've worked to hard. From what you've told us, they don't know about your connection to us. Don't tell Jeff. We'll handle this. Just let us know when he's coming," said Tom. "We'll handle it."

Jim had his doubts.

Jeff got back a couple weeks later. He was allowed a month break before his next task. "Told me it'd be different. Apparently, it's a couple guys next time. Locals too," he told Jim.

All the time, Jim was growing like a weed. Jeff seemed oblivious to it. Jim did test on his blood. He now had more hormone pumping through his body than anybody he knew of. Jeff was still stronger. Tom may have even been stronger, but Jim was catching up fast.

One day, Jeff told Jim that he wouldn't see him that night. "The missions on," was all he'd say. Jim got word to Tom.

Jim perched himself outside the warehouse. He needed to see what happened. He used his now powerful legs to jump a couple stories into the branches of a tree so he could look in the window. He saw Tom and Charlie working out. They did look huge. He noticed Harry, Charlie and few of their friends hiding. Jim waited and watched.

About 10 o'clock, he saw Jeff walking up. He wore fatigues that stretched against him like a second skin. When he got to the door, he ripped off his shirt, revealing his massive torso, super wide shoulders, and football sized bis. The door seemed too narrow for him.

Jeff felt like showing off. Intimidation always seemed to help. He pushed the door in, and it flew to the other side of the warehouse. The doorway was too narrow, so he pushed against the sides, causing cinder blocks to crack and become powder to accommodate his body. It wasn't even a struggle for him.

Charlie and Tom froze. Jeff was even bigger than Jim had led them to believe. He seemed to be twice as big as Charlie, and almost half again as massive as Tom. Tom's mind couldn't comprehend the power in Jeff's massive body.

"I'm here to take you two in. We can do this easy, or we can do this hard. Your choice," ordered Jeff.

Charlie gave a signal. The men in hiding rushed Jeff as Charlie plowed toward him shoulder first. Jeff treated them like flies, bashing them away. One punch for each, and six supermen were lying unconscious on the floor.

"That was easy," said Jeff in a monotone voice. "Now it's just you and me?"

Jeff stepped forward, until he was eye to eye with Tom. A glean of recognition hit his eye. "Jim?" he said.

"The name's Tom." Tom put all his strength into a punch that hit Jeff in the chin. Jeff's head spun to the side, his massive neck absorbing the force of the punch.

"Sorry. My mistake. You reminded me of someone," Jeff said as he threw his own punch into Tom's abs. Tom's invincible abs crumbled like the cinder block wall. He bent over in pain, only to be met with Jeff's powerful knee. Tom flew 10 feet into the air. He landed with a thud. Tom tried to get up, but Jeff was on him.

Jeff got behind Tom, wrapped his massive arms around Tom, trapping Tom's arms at his side. Tom struggled, willed his arms to move up, and felt the full power of Jeff's crushing grip. Tom couldn't breath as Jeff squeezed harder and harder. Tom began to flail, never before feeling a man more powerful than he. He felt the world go black.

Jim watched as Jeff carried his brother, Charlie and the other men from the warehouse to a waiting army van.

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It's midnight. Jim is alone in the lab's exercise room. It's been two hours since he watched Jeff capture his brother and their longtime friend. Jim feels like he's in shock.

He looks at himself in the wall of mirrors. His baggy shirt and pants conceal his body, hiding it from the world and himself.

"I remember how it felt when it began..." Jeff's words haunted him. Jim began to unbutton his shirt.

"My stomach was hard, and I could feel the abs below." Jim opened his shirt and looked at his eight-pack.

"They were hard as rocks." Jim put his hand on his stomach and flexed. They felt like bricks. Jim removed his shirt, and stared at his massive chest.

"...there was a ridge there." Jim moved his hands to his chest. Palm up, he placed his fingers below his pecs. The massive chest muscles hung over his open hand.

"I could flex the muscle and feel that ridge harden." Jim flexed. His body felt like warm steel.

Jim stopped, and took off his pants. He flexed his quads, marvelling in their size.

"It got me off," admitted Jeff those many months ago. Jim's cock began to harden. It was now Jim's turn to get off on his growth. Jim had never felt right in his body. It was like something should have been there but wasn't. Now, he realized, it was there. He had made it happen. His brain wanted to deny it -- it had been too fast, it couldn't really be... Something else inside Jim felt, 'at last.' On another level, Jim knew he didn't have time for self-doubts. Tom and Charlie were in trouble. Jeff was in trouble. Only Jim could save them.

"This ends here and now!" Jim shouted at himself. Jim had a plan, and he willed the courage to carry it out.

He walked around the gym, programming the various equipment with Jeff's last routine. He noted the enormous amounts Jeff was able to push. No wonder Tom went down so fast. Jeff out lifted him by over 50% on every single lift.

Jim had been afraid to push himself, but not so now. He started with squats. The machine adapted to Jim's strength, as it was programmed to do. He knew that Jeff's max would occur on the 8th rep. That's the way the program worked. Jim pushed out 10. Jim did three sets, each time forcing his body to go beyond what it did last time. The same pattern held true for leg extensions, leg curls and calf raises. Jim exceeded the program designed for Jeff every time. Jim's legs were pumped huge and he knew that they were bigger than the man he loved.

Next, Jim attempted the bench press. Jim pushed himself as hard as he could, but he only managed to get out 6 reps. "That's not good enough!" he cried, feeling the anger building. On his second set, he managed to eek out a seventh rep. His chest felt like it would explode. He thought about Tom, and about Charlie. On the third set, he barely managed the eighth rep. He pushed himself just as hard on cable cross overs, and got eight reps two of the three times he tried.

Jim flexed his bicep, checking himself out before attempted a gruelling set of curls. His arm was as big as any body builder's thigh, but he knew Jeff's was bigger. "No, can't get psyched out." He did a set of five reps on his first set of curls. Jim got six on his second and third sets. It was the same pattern on his tricep workout.

Jim knew that eventually his body would strengthen beyond Jeff's. Jim had more hormone in his system, but it took time. Unfortunately, time was the thing that he didn't have. He showered, and put on one of Jeff's spandex shorts and a tank top. "No more hiding," he thought.

Jim collected his notes from the exercise room. He went into the lab and took the hard copies of what was there.

In the middle of the lab was a safe where the students were producing the muscle hormone virus. The Army had plans for a battalion of super soldiers, and the lab had found a way to make Jim's immune system trick generic enough so that it worked on 90% of all men. Jim had different plans. He placed one arm on the handle and forced it open. He placed all the vials in a cooler. He also put one syringe in the cooler. He left with them. Lastly, Jim raided Professor Apple's office. Jim took all the doctor's notes and formulas. He also found the second proposal, and took the page that talked about Jeff.

Jim knew that wouldn't be enough. There were other copies of the documents stored electronically. Jim knew that the professor had not yet given the formulas to the government, but there were e-mails and computer files in many places. Jim couldn't find them all, so he needed help.

Jim walked across campus, dropping the cooler and stolen notes at his car. Then, he walked to the computer lab. It was past two in the morning, and only the real geeks would be there. He sat behind a public terminal and accessed a cracker chat room. A guy at a terminal in the far room seemed to squirm when Jim's ID appeared as joining the chat. A few seconds later, he noticed someone abruptly leave the chat room. Jim got up from the terminal and walked to where the guy was sitting.

"Are you CrackHappy?" Jim asked the guy, using the name that had left the chat room.

"Uh, I don't want any trouble. If I did anything," the geek babbled. He was small, maybe 5'6". His hair needed to be washed. He was thin and pale white.

"Hey man, it's cool. You haven't done anything that I care about. I need your help."

Jim described his problem. He needed the computer records destroyed. Did CrackHappy know of a virus or something that could help him?

"I may know something, but what's in it for me? How do I know you aren't here to set me up?"

Jim flexed his huge bicep in the cracker's face. "If I wanted to cause you trouble, this could have done it without the story. I don't need to make things up." The cracker gulped. "And if you help me, how'd you like a body like mine?" Jim bounced his pecs as he kept his bicep in the guy's face. "I'm a grad student in genetics, and I have the formula to do this to you. I need you to make sure no one else has it, though. That's the deal."

The cracker thought for a few seconds. "It will take me a couple hours. Can you come back around 6AM. I'll have the worm coded by then."

"Deal."

CrackHappy lived up to his bargain. A six o'clock, he and Jim used the professor's e-mail to send the worm to everyone in the doctor's address book. The subject was "Hypertrophic Growth Project". Everyone would open it. The worm was thorough, and would completely erase anything that had to do with this project, seeking them out.

"What about anti-virus software?"

"They don't have its signature. It'll work."

Jim took the geek to his car and filled the syringe with a vial of the growth virus. "Just out of curiosity, how big's your dick? The size of your hang will tell me how much muscle you'll eventually grow."

The geek looked perplexed at the question, but eventually answered, "It's a bit over 10 inches."

Jim gave him the shot. "You'll be a stud, that's for sure. Not as big as me, but pretty damned big. You may feel like you have a cold for a few days, but don't worry. It's the virus working. And thanks for your help. Oh, and plan on going to the gym."

Jim left, taking the notes and remaining virus-serum to his apartment. When he checked the schedule, it said that the procedure on Tom and Charlie would begin at 10. Jim caught a couple hour nap. It had been a long night.

Jim put his baggy wear over the spandex shorts and went to campus, arriving several minutes before 10. When he got to the building, Harry, Max and the other guys were leaving. Tom and Charlie weren't with them.

"Sorry, Jimmy-boy, we couldn't save Tom and Charlie. That big mother-fucker is in there guarding them. Damn, he's strong," said Harry.

"Have they started yet?" Jim asked.

"No, not yet. But they punished us. They weren't real happy that we were trying to help Tom and Charlie. The gave each of us a shot, and now we're all weak. Couldn't lift a car if I tried. They said it would wear off in a few days, but I don't like it Jim. And they got worse planned for your bro."

"Unless I stop them," said Jim.

"Good luck, but with that behemoth in there, I just hope you don't get hurt. Love to help you, but..." Harry flexed, but Jim knew there was no strength behind it.

"It's OK Harry. I got a surprise for them." Jim went in.

He found them in the same theatre where the demonstration had been given with William Neal. Tom and Charlie were chained to two stretchers. Jeff stood between them, shirtless, one hand on each of their chests. Jeff held them down while Dr. Apple prepared a syringe next to Charlie. Tom and Charlie struggled, and there was a strain on Jeff's face but he was succeeding in overpowering the two men.

Jim threw open the doors as Dr. Apple inserted the syringe into Charlie's arm.

"Stop!" Jim screamed.

"Jim?!" asked Jeff.

"What is it Jim?" asked Dr. Apple as he withdrew the empty syringe from Charlie's arm.

"I can't let you go on. This isn't right. I know them. They've never hurt anyone. They aren't criminals or asocials or anything."

"That's not for you to say, Jim. Besides, I've already given this man the hormone neutralizer. You may release him, Private. He's safe now," said Dr. Apple.

As Jeff let Charlie go, Jim watched him struggle trying to break the chains. He couldn't. His strength was gone.

Dr. Apple began to walk toward the table where the other syringes were. Jim got there first, picked the table up, and threw it against the wall, smashing the contents. "I said NO. You aren't doing that to my brother!"

"Mr S..." was all the doctor could get out before Jim punched him the face, knocking him out.

"Jim, what are you doing? You know I can't let you do this."

"Jeff, you don't understand."

"I understand that you seemed to have lost your head."

Jim walked to wear Charlie lay. Tom struggled to get up, but Jeff held him down. Jim took the chains in his hands and snapped them, freeing Charlie.

"Jim? How the fuck did you do that?"

Jim ripped the shirt off, then his pants. Charlie's expression changed from confused to a grin. "Well, I'll be."

Tom stopped struggling. "Jimmy?"

"Figured it out, bro. Figured out why you were strong and I wasn't. Now, we both are."

"Two of you, huh? Knew you looked like my Jim, but I'm afraid I'll have to knock some sense into him. Sorry about his Tom," Jeff made a fist and struck Tom hard, knocking him out. Charlie ran to him, but Jeff just picked him up and tossed him against the wall where the doctor lay.

"Looks like it's you against me, Jim."

"I don't want to fight you, Jeff. I love you."

"I love you too, but I got my orders." Jeff walked over to Jim, sizing him up. Jim was huge, but Jeff had the training. Jim made the first move. He fell back on the floor and swung his legs against Jeff's. Jim knew that his legs were stronger. Jeff was unprepared for the power of Jim's blow, and fell. Jim wrapped his legs around Jeff's waist and squeezed. Jeff tried to flex, but felt his muscles being crushed by Jim's massive legs.

Jeff knew he had to break Jim's grip. He positioned his mighty arms against Jim's legs and tried to pry them apart. He failed. Jeff could barely breath. In desperation, he swung a massive fist into Jim's abs. The crack was deafening. Jim's abs held, but the sting of the powerful fist distracted him enough for Jeff to squirm out.

Jeff leaped to his feet. The two exchanged blows that would have killed an elephant. Jim took aim for Jeff's face, but Jeff reacted quickly and blocked the blow. He grabbed Jim's hand. Jim tried to throw another fist, and Jeff blocked it, grabbing both hands. Jeff tried to overpower Jim's arms. Jim resisted. Slowly, Jeff powered Jim's hands down to his side.

"Damn, you're strong Jim.," Jeff grunted. "But, looks like my arms are still a bit stronger." Both men flexed against the power of the other, but Jeff's arms had the advantage. Jim tried to kick Jeff, but Jeff flipped Jim on the ground.

"Jeff, please. You don't understand."

"What's there to understand," Jeff grunted as he contained Jim's power.

"You're going to be next."

"Huh." Jeff let go.

"What are you talking about Jim."

Jim showed him the proposal. Jeff turned red with anger. "NO! I won't let them."

"Jeff, you don't have to. *I* won't let them. That's why I'm here. Don't you see? Look what they did to Charlie. He was my teacher and my friend. Tom is my brother. And, you... I couldn't let them. I had to act."

As Jim explained everything to Jeff, Tom began to come around. He leaped up and began to lunge at Jeff. Jim grabbed his brother. Tom flexed and screamed, then realized his brother was overpowering him. It wasn't even a strain for him."

"Something you want to tell me, Jim?" Tom looked into Jim's eyes.

"Cool it Tom. Jeff," said Jim.

Jeff stuck out his hand. "Tom, I'm sorry. Jim explained everything to me. I was wrong."

"Tom, Jeff is my lover and my friend. Please forgive him."

Tom looked angry, but then began to laugh.

"Hey man, sure. No real harm done, right? Charlie will recover eventually, right Jim?" Tom asked, a bit of concern creeping into his voice.

"Ya, the effects are temporary, and I've destroyed all the records and the rest of the formula."

"Well, looks like your career as a biologist is over. I don't think Dr. Apple will be too pleased with."

"We can always become lumberjacks," Jim teased his brother, reminding him of that time so many years ago. The brothers hugged.

"Now about his bod of yours," asked Tom.

"Hope you don't mind being the weak one," Jim replied. "Let's get out of here."

Tom picked Charlie up from the floor, while Jeff and Jim made sure there were no copies of the formulae in this room. The four men left, never to return.

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