The Gifted Child 5 (musc)
by Jaypat
I was helpless as I looked up at the two Mexican farmers who were pointing their rifles at Cody and me. Thanks to the bad Mexican water, I was hunched over and clutching my cramping stomach. They barked something at us in Spanish. I had no idea what they were saying, but those rifle barrels spoke volumes.
“What do you want,” asked Cody.
One of the farmers stepped forward, and flipping his rifle around, used the butt to slug Cody in the stomach. Cody gasped and bent over, but I could tell he wasn’t hurt as much as he was pretending. Those abs of his were like iron.
The other one did the same thing to me, but that was a mistake. Projectile vomit--all over him. The guy was pissed; who could blame him? It was not pretty. He was looking down at himself, dripping with my throw-up, and cursing up a storm. And that’s when Cody struck. He grabbed the rifle from vomit man and hit him in the face with it. Down he went, but when he turned, there was the other guy aiming the business end of his rifle right at Cody’s skull.
“No, Cody,” I gasped. I seriously expected to see Cody’s brains blasted all over the ground in front of me. When suddenly there was this tremendous crash from right next to us. All of us looked over just in time to see the hut’s reinforced steel door fly off its hinges. And there was Manuel, looming in the doorway, fully awake and pissed as hell. I thought he looked impressive lying down and asleep. It wasn’t anything compared to the way he looked with his eyes scowling and his massive chest heaving.
“Madre de Dios,” gasped the farmer, as he swung his rifle towards Manuel. But he was too late. In a split second, Manuel crossed the ground, and knocked Cody aside as if he were brushing away a fly. The farmer pointed his rifle at me and then shouted something at Manuel. But Manuel didn’t pause a second before he ripped the rifle right out of the farmer’s hands. He held it out in front of him and then growling slightly, with his huge forearms rippling, he actually bent the rifle barrel. Holy crap, an angry muscle behemoth—definitely something to be avoided.
The farmer must have felt the same way because he took off running. Manuel dropped the ruined weapon and loped off into the darkness after him.
“Are you two all right?” came Evan’s voice from the doorway.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” said Cody, picking himself off the ground.
“Speak for yourself,” I said. I was pretty sure I was about to let it fly at any second —and this time from the other end.
Evan waved an empty syringe. “I saw what was happening and woke sleeping beauty. Looks like he was just in time.”
“Yeah, thanks,” said Cody, rubbing his stomach.
“Good thing we had a big guy around, right Cody?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Cody.
“When push comes to shove, it’s always the guy with the biggest muscles who wins the day. Another minute and those farmers probably would have shot Justin down right in front of you,” said Evan. “And there wouldn’t’ve been anything you could’ve done about it.”
Oh my God, Evan had obviously been listening to our conversation and now he was intentionally pushing Cody’s buttons. But I knew Cody was too smart, too sure of himself to fall for Evan’s ploy. I was sure Cody could see what Evan was doing just as clearly as I could.
“Yeah…” said Cody, looking at me with concern.
“Yes,” said Evan. “It’s a good thing we little guys had someone as large and strong as Manuel. Did you see the size of his arms? So incredibly powerful. His biceps were like molten boulders, just pulsing with raw power. And that huge chest of his, swelling with an insane strength as he bent that rifle. It makes me weak in the knees just to think about it. I shudder to think what would have happened if you two had to deal with those two farmers on your own, as helpless as you are. You’d probably be dead.”
“I guess,” said Cody, looking at the ground. I couldn’t believe it. Cody actually seemed to be falling for Evan’s crap.
“We were doing alright,” I said. “Cody had already taken out one of those guys before Manuel got here.”
“Yes. Thank God you vomited when you did, otherwise… well, it does us no good to think about it.”
Christ, he was really laying it on thick. But I needed a bathroom and fast. “Evan, is there a bathroom in there?” I asked pointing to the small building where Manuel was kept.
“Of course,” said Evan. “It’s a—”
I didn’t wait to hear the rest. I just took off running. I made it to the bathroom just in time. And just a few seconds later I heard a pounding on the door.
“Justin, are you alright?” came Cody’s voice.
“Oh sure,” I said, a second before I erupted with the most disgusting sound I’d ever heard, “just dandy.”
“Can I get you anything?”
“A doctor would be nice. Failing that, how about five gallons of air freshener?”
“I’ll get the doctor.”
“Thanks. And Cody?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t listen to Evan. He’s just trying to get under your skin.”
“Yeah. I worked that out.” There was a moment of silence before he added, “Doesn’t make him wrong, though.” And then he was gone.
Damn that little fuck! Damn him for messing with my Cody’s head. There was nothing wrong with Cody. He was perfect, and I would make him see that again. But right now, all I wanted to do was to get whatever was inside me out and then I could crawl into a bed and die.
Buy the time I emerged from the bathroom Doctor Kramer was waiting for me. It seems I had chosen to get sick right inside the little medical clinic where he’d been looking after Manuel. So giving me an examination proved to be no trouble at all.
“I could give you an antibiotic,” he said, “but you really should develop a resistance to the bacteria down here on your own, especially if you’ll be staying any length of time. You’d be better off just riding this out.”
I agreed and he said he could give me something to help me sleep. I gladly accepted. It was decided that I would stay in the medical hut until I was well again. This suited me just fine as I really didn’t feel up to the trek back to the main house.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I saw was Cody, sitting in a chair by my bed, wearing his signature tight tank top. His face was bright red with exertion, eyes closed in concentration, as he seemingly focused all his attention on the thing that was in his lap. It was the warped rifle from last night. Holy crap! He was trying to bend it. His arm muscles bulged, thick and his veins were popping out with the effort. It was very hot, but I was too damn sick to fully appreciate it.
“Any luck?” I asked.
He looked up startled and dropped the rifle to the ground with a clatter. “How’s the patient?” he asked.
“I feel like crap,” I replied.
“Well that explains why you look like crap,” he said, with his usual good natured grin.
“Thanks a lot,” I said, having just enough energy to smile, myself. “What are you doing with that thing?” I asked nodding at the rifle.
“Oh this?” He shrugged. “I don’t know; I was just trying to see… you know…if I could bend it.”
“And?”
“Not a chance,” he said.
“Cody,” I began.
“Just don’t,” said Cody, interrupting me. “I know what you’re going to say. You’re probably right but I just don’t want to hear it right now.”
“The tank-thing, it’s too new,” I said, “too dangerous.”
“Yeah, I know all that,” he said. Then he reached over and grabbed his gym bag. “The doctor says you’re going to be fine in a couple of days. I’ve gotta go work out. I’ll see you later.” And then he was gone.
Damn it! It was Evan. Despite all my warnings and foreknowledge, he’d still managed to get to Cody. Well, it wasn’t over yet.
Cody had moved his stuff down from the main house and it was now piled up on one of the other beds in the medical hut. I had just enough time to register this before I had to make another run for the bathroom.
I don’t know if Doctor Kramer had sensors in the bathroom or what, but as soon as I emerged, he was there waiting for me, again. He looked haggard and exhausted as usual.
“Just checking up on you,” he said. “It’s important that you don’t let yourself get dehydrated.”
“I’ll try to remember that,” I said, as I dragged myself back to the bed.
Doctor Kramer gave me a couple of pills and I swallowed them down. “Now, I’m sending down a tray with some food. Eat what you can, but I want you to drink everything on there. Is that understood?”
“Sure,” I said, crawling back between the sheets. “How’s Manuel?”
“What?” said the Doctor. I could tell I’d touched a nerve.
“You know, Manuel—big guy, used to be a little guy, kind of bad tempered. Am I ringing any bells?” I get a little testy when I’m sick.
“I don’t know how he’s doing. No one’s seen him since last night.”
“Since last night? Are they looking for him?”
“Mr. Phips has security trying to figure out how those two farmers got in here last night. That’s his first priority. He seems to think, that given enough time, Manuel will come back on his own.”
“What makes him think that?”
“If your asking me for insight into Mr. Phips’ thought processes, I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
“Well at least he didn’t cook his brain in your godforsaken tank. Thank God that’s over.”
The doctor shifted uncomfortably.
“It is over, isn’t it?”
“Mr. Phips has scheduled a second session for tonight.”
“What? Is he crazy?”
“I have no idea. I would have that that was more your area of expertise anyway.” And then he turned around and left without another word.
What was eating him? Then I realized I hadn’t been exactly polite. Well, I’d apologize later, after I woke up, if I remembered. And then I dozed off.
I woke up briefly when they brought the food in. I ate as much as I could, which wasn’t very much at all, and then drank everything on the tray. It was mostly fruit juices and water—boiled I hoped. But a few minutes later I dozed off again.
The next time I woke it was much later in the day, and believe it or not, I actually felt worse. I thought I might have a fever. Cody was back. He had put all his things away and was sitting Indian style on top of his bed reading a magazine.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied looking up. “Feeling any better?”
“Not really. I feel a little worse actually,” I replied. “Cody, about earlier, I’m sorry.”
He just looked at me and shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now. Evan’s offered to let me go through the process,” he said.
“No, no, no,” I said. “Cody, don’t do it.”
“I want to, Justin, just about as much as I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“What about gymnastics?” I asked.
“I know. I can’t really be that big and still be a gymnast. But gymnastics will be over in a couple of years anyway, and I’ll have this body for the rest of my life. I want it to be bigger.”
I sighed. He was going to go through with it. I wasn’t going to be able to talk him out of it. Well, he was an adult. It was his decision to make. I could continue to fight him on it, but that would probably drive him away. Or, I could be supportive. “How much bigger?”
He grinned, “A lot bigger, huge, actually, gigantic, humungous, like a fucking mountain, with massive, ripped-to-hell muscles that could lift or bend or crush anything. Wouldn’t that be insanely hot?”
And as he spoke, his face lit up. He leapt off the bed, clenched his fists tight and flexed his muscular arms so they bulged up hard and veiny. I could see that in his mind he was already there, already towering over me and everybody else, with an incredibly huge and powerful body. “Yeah,” I said. “It would be insanely hot.” But it took every ounce of my will power not to add, but it wouldn’t be you.
“Well”, he said, coming back to Earth, “Evan’s going back into the tank again this evening and he’s invited me to watch. He said you could come too, if you were feeling up to it.”
“No,” I said, “I’m definitely not feeling up to it.” Even if I didn’t have the stomach flu, right now the sight of Evan would probably make me pretty damn nauseous.
“You don’t mind if I go, do you?” asked Cody.
Well, there was a loaded question if ever there was one. I minded a great deal, but if he wanted to go—and he clearly did—I wasn’t going to stand in his way. “No, that’s fine,” I said. “But watch out for Evan. He may seem like a nice guy on the surface, but he’s a shark. Give him a chance and he’ll eat you up and spit out the pieces.”
Cody just shrugged. “He’s been alright to me.” Then he walked over to the door, turned and said, “See ya later,” before he stepped out into the early evening.
I made a run for the bathroom and once again made it just in time.
Next time I opened my eyes it was fully dark. I didn’t know if it was eight in the evening or two in the morning. There were no clocks anywhere. My head was pounding. I clearly had a fever now. I turned my head and I could barely make out the dim shape of Cody’s empty bed. I wanted to take his absence as a sign that it was still early, but a part of me was terrified that it wasn’t.
The door opened. I turned my head and saw Cody outlined in the doorway.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
“Better than I could have possibly imagined,” said a voice that was not Cody’s. Then the lights turned on, and if I could have jumped I would have. There was Evan, only it wasn’t quite Evan. Instead it looked like Evan had grafted his head on to Cody’s body. He had muscles all over him. He was wearing a tight tank top—holy crap, it was one of Cody’s! And Evan was filling it out every bit as much as its former owner did. The low neck exposed the top of two, solid, globe-like pecs that you could just tell were tough as steel. He had hard-looking, round, striated shoulders, and bulky mound-like traps rising up on each side of his wide little neck. His arms, pushed slightly out from his side by the beginnings of tough-looking lats, boasted thick, bulging biceps and solid, wide vascular forearms. As for his abs, you could clearly see six bricks making a definite impression through the front of his taut shirt. And I’d guess he was about Cody’s height now too, about five foot four. That made him four inches taller than the wisp of a boy I’d met only a few weeks before, and he looked about fifty percent heavier, too.
“My God, what happened?” I gasped.
“I risked a slightly higher energy level this evening with somewhat powerful results, “ he said as he raised his arms in a double bi pose. “Look at me, Justin. Look at these arms.” Oh my God, his biceps were large as tennis balls, wrapped with veins and bulging with power; they must be hard as rocks. “I’m so much stronger now,” he continued. “I can feel it, so much stronger. And my body is positively flooded with testosterone. It makes me feel amazing, powerful, in control in a way I’ve never felt before.”
He leaned over my bed and flexed his arm in my face. “I’m stronger than you now, Justin, much stronger. Just look at me. You can see that I am.” Then he grabbed my shoulders in an iron grip and put his face right into mine. Holy crap, he was right. He was stronger than me.
“If I wanted you, I could have you, Justin,” he said, “right here, right now and there’s nothing you could do to stop me, not when I have arms like these.” He brought his arms up in front of me, flexed, and admired the hilly landscape of bulging sinew that rose up all over them.
“So strong,” he repeated, “And it’s just the beginning.”
“And there weren’t any hiccups?” I asked.
He dropped his arms and shook his head looking a little irritated. “Nothing of consequence,” he said. “There was some minor synaptic damage. Nothing to worry about, but I can’t use that level of power again until I find a way around that damn limitation. I know I will. It’s just a matter of finding the right approach.”
He paused, and smiled frighteningly at me, before saying, “I will, though, and then I’ll be a god.” He flexed again and gloated over his new bulging arms. Evan was scaring me now, much more than he ever had before. And I very much wanted to know what happened to my boyfriend.
“Where’s Cody?” I asked. “And what are you doing wearing his shirt?”
“Cody gave me this shirt. Very soon now he’ll have no need for anything so small.”
“What are you saying?”
“Cody’s up at the house. He will be undergoing the first phase of the process tonight,” said Evan. “If you remember, it’s somewhat incapacitating.”
“So soon?” I gasped. “I didn’t think it would be so soon.”
“After he saw my transformation, he couldn’t wait.” Evan looked down at his arms and flexed them appreciatively. Then he turned to me. “Think of it, Justin, he’ll be amazing. Think of him over six and a half feet tall with muscles like an Olympian god bursting out all over him. Beauty, grace and unfathomable physical power, what a combination! He’ll make an outstanding plaything.”
“Cody is not your plaything,” I gasped.
“Yes, he is. Face it, Justin, I own him. Just like I own you, like I own Doctor Kramer, like I own so many people. Of course, it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t gone to my father behind my back, I never would have gone near Cody. But now… Well, now I’m rather glad you did because I own someone truly spectacular. And in a few minutes, I’m going to go up and claim him.” Evan leered at me as he grabbed his crotch, and I could tell what he was grabbing was no longer undersized at all. “I am so horny,” he said. “I’ve never been so horny in my life.”
“You’re dreaming,” I said. “You’ll never have Cody.”
“I might have had some problem last night, but with this body… well, it’s not exactly hard on the eyes, is it?”
And he pulled off the tank top exposing his torso, now thick with lean muscle and ripped to shreds. He ran his hands all up and down his bulging chest and rippling six pack. He was smoking hot, and he knew it.
“And if he still resists,” said Evan, “I can always make it a condition for the treatment, but I don’t think it’ll come to that, do you?”
I couldn’t speak. All I could think was that I was losing him. I was losing Cody…
“If it’s any conciliation,” said Evan, “I’d much rather have had you tonight. But since you smell like old vomit, Cody will have to do.” Then he turned around, and left the building, shutting the light as he went.
As soon as he was gone, I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach. But this time, I don’t think it had anything to do with the flu.
The next few days were a featureless blur as my fever seemed to rage out of control. I could only mark the time by the arrival of meals, which I mostly ignored, and the Doctor, who would force me to drink large amounts of fluids, mostly fruit juices. But I was starting to have trouble keeping even those down.
I did manage to get scant bits of information from Dr. Kramer, though. Cody was in the first stage of the process. He was incapacitated, but reacting exceptionally well. The Doctor credited it to his peek physical condition.
There was no sign of Manuel, but rumor had it that he’d made his way home to his family. Can’t say I blame him. And Evan had apparently damaged the tank the night of that last miraculous session. He was trying a new power configuration and blew out some of the circuitry. It was currently being repaired and its electrical systems fortified. For the time being, Evan was spending every waking moment with his calculations, trying to overcome the growth processes limitations.
And then one day I woke up feeling fine. The fever had gone, and though I still felt a little spent, I was well enough to get out of bed, dress myself and make my way back up to the main house. My first stop, of course, was to see Cody. I expected to find him laid out and feverish but when I got to our room, it was empty and the bed was all made up, as though it had never been slept in. I went downstairs to see if they were at breakfast, but no one was there either. And then despite my better judgment I made my way out to the warehouse.
As I entered, the first thing I saw was the tank. It looked like it was in perfect working condition and ready for action. Doctor Kramer was there looking over his monitors and absentmindedly nibbling on a piece of toast.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Good morning,” he said looking up in surprise. “I see you’re feeling better, but I’m not sure you should be out of bed yet.”
“Where is everybody?” I asked, ignoring his concern for my health.
The Doctor’s eyes darted all around the room. He looked distinctly uncomfortable.
“What is it? What’s the matter?” I asked. Then suddenly panic gripped me. “Where’s Cody? Is he alright?” I remembered how high Evan’s temperature had gotten during the first phase. It had almost killed him.
“Oh, yes,” said the Doctor. “Cody came through the first phase with flying colors. Never seen anything like it. His cells took to the enhanced generic material like a baby to its mother’s milk. One day of high fever is all he had. Then it was over. Amazing recuperative powers. That athletic conditioning, of course.”
“Then where is he?”
Doctor Kramer cleared his throat and hit a couple of keys on the computer. “I expect they’re both sleeping in, after last night…” His voice trailed off.
Both sleeping in? His choice of words sent knives of dread stabbing into my heart. But I couldn’t make myself ask that question, so I settled for the number two question. “What do you mean after last night?”
The Doctor’s eyes shot involuntarily to the tank.
Oh my God, no. “I thought you said the tank was broken,” I said, my voice rising.
“Oh, I did? Well we finished the repairs and upgrades just yesterday,” he said.
“And Evan went back in, didn’t he?”
“He, ah, came up with a new algorithm—extremely brilliant,” stuttered the Doctor. “It allowed a much longer exposure time. It’s still not enough for him, but I guess that’s just the way he is.”
“How big did he get? And Cody, what happened to Cody?”
“Ah…,” stuttered the Doctor, turning bright scarlet. “I think maybe you’d better see this.” He pointed toward one of the monitors. “We captured the whole thing on video.” He cleared his throat, “purely for scientific reasons, of course…”
I stared at the blank monitor like I was staring into the gates of hell. I knew I should have probably turned around and run from that place. But I couldn’t. I had to know what happened. What couldn’t the Doctor bring himself to tell me? I hit the play button. The image that filled the screen was one not too dissimilar from the one in front of me now; the warehouse, the tank, the computer monitors, they were all there. Only in the video the technicians were buzzing around and Doctor Kramer was pacing nervously. There were two camera angels, one from the front of the tank and one from the back.
In walked Evan dressed in a terrycloth robe. Cody was with him. He was wearing one of his signature tight tank tops and a pair of gym shorts. He had a towel around his neck as if he had just come from a workout.
“Justin should be here,” said Cody.
“Yes,” replied Evan, “But somehow I feel he is, even if it’s only in spirit.” And then he looked directly into the camera and winked.
Oh my God, he had foreseen this. Somehow he knew eventually I would be watching this on video.
“Are you ready, Doctor?” asked Evan as he turned away from the lens.
“Yes,” said the Doctor, “the new algorithms are programmed in. But I’m not sure what the second one is for.”
“I’ll let you know when the time is right,” said Evan. “But for now, we will begin with the first one.”
“I wish you would let me test it,” said the Doctor.
“We will test it,” said Evan, “on me.” Evan dropped the robe, revealing his short muscular frame. Now he was only wearing that diaper-like-thing. He did a long stretch making all the muscles on his torso pop and bulge. He finished by bringing his arms down to his side and flexing his biceps. They jumped up hard and solid. “I feel truly remarkable,” he said.
“You look great,” said Cody.
And he did. They both did. In fact, they almost looked like twins, short but built, and ripped to shreds.
“Thanks,” said Evan, “It was a good start, but to quote PT Barnum, ‘you ain’t seen nothin yet.’” Then he climbed up to the platform where the technicians began to affix the electrodes onto his hard little body. It didn’t take long and then Evan pulled on the oxygen mask and slid into the tank, barely making a ripple.
“I’m ready, Doctor,” came his voice over the loud speaker.
“Then let’s begin,” said Doctor Kramer nodding at one of the technicians. He hit a couple of computer keys and the tank began to bubble. “How do you feel, Mr. Phips?”
“Outstanding, Doctor Kramer, but I get the distinct impression that you are not using full power.”
“I though we’d work up to that,” said the Doctor.
“For what possible reason? Full power now, Doctor,” said Evan.
“But…”
“Now!”
“Very well,” said the Doctor, and the technician typed in the instructions.
The tank began to bubble furiously. “Ahhhhhhhhh, yes,” Came Evan’s voice over the speaker, “Yes!”
Evan spread his arms out and I could see his entire form begin to tremble as he floated in the writhing liquid. Then it started. He began getting thicker.
Not all at once and not too rapidly, but the growth was unmistakable. His chest was swelling outwards; those tough little globes were becoming steadily larger, rounder pushing out in front of him, forcing his nipples into a downward position. On the number two camera, I could see his back begin to broaden, the muscles thickening, getting wider deeper. “Yes, I can feel it!” shouted Evan over the speakers, and he flexed his arms. Crap, his biceps had doubled in size. And through the glass oxygen mask, I could see his face was one giant euphoric grin, as he felt the power of his huge biceps explode on his arms. “Getting bigger,” he moaned, “so much BIGGER!” And he sure as hell was. His legs were stretching longer and longer and his quads were expanding, turning his upper legs into twin bulging masses of power, slashed with the cuts and striations of a hundred percent pure, lean muscle.
“Arghhhhhhh!” yelled Evan, “The muscle, I can feel it pushing up hard, so hard under my skin!” And his abs were swelling into solid plateaus rising up from the surface of his stomach, leaving deep valleys in between.
“Cody!” he called. I looked at camera two and had a clear view of Cody standing there staring mesmerized as Evan’s body continued to swell with power and mass. Oh my God, he was tenting. You could easily see it through his gym shorts. He was fucking hard as a rock. Watching Evan expand like that was clearing pushing him near to orgasm.
And I was a little surprised and shocked to notice that I was hard as well.
“Come to me, Cody,” cried Evan, “Join me.”
Cody apparently didn’t need to be asked twice. He vaulted up the ladder three rungs at a time and was on the platform in less than a second.
“Jump in, Cody,” beckoned Evan.
“But don’t I need those electrode-things?” he asked.
“These?” laughed Evan, ripping the electrodes from his own heaving muscular body. “These are just so those impotent scientists can feel like they’re doing something. They’re meaningless. This,” cried Evan, flexing his now huge bicep, “this is all that really matters.”
Then Cody grinned hungrily and jumped into the tank. “No, Cody!” I shouted at the monitor.
“No!” echoed the video Doctor. “Stop! The energy isn’t balanced for two!”
“You may engage the second algorithm now, Doctor.” said Evan.
Doctor Kramer dove for the keyboard and quickly typed something in. The lights flickered and dimmed and something changed in the room, there was some kind of strange background hum. “The hydrogen cells,” said the Doctor, they aren’t going to support this. It’s going to overload.”
But neither Evan or Cody were paying attention to any of that. They had far more compelling distractions. Cody’s body had started to grow almost as soon as he’d hit the liquid.
His shoulders grew broader almost instantaneously, heaving and pulsing as they grew in size and power. “Fuck!” he shouted “FUCK! This is intense!”
In camera two, I watched Cody’s familiar sexy lats explode with bulk, getting huge and thick and broad with hard rippling sinew, blasting out of the wide arm holes in his tank top and riping out it’s sides.
My back!” he cried, “Holy shit, my fucking back!”
“My pecs, oh my God, they’re-- AHHHHH!” And then his chest exploded into twin cannonballs ripping out the front of his shirt and turning it into shreds. His expanding mountainous traps, snapped his shirt’s shoulder straps and the decimated tank top fell away revealing a huge, muscle encased torso with massive, swelling soccer ball sized pecs and enormous abs each of which were baseball sized, swelling and practically blowing out of his stomach.
“I’m exploding!” he cried. “My body is fucking exploding! ARGHHH!”
Then I heard a weird kind of creaking, snapping noise. Cody raised his hand and I saw his hand stretch out longer and wider. “YEAH!” he cried. And the strange noise got louder and I could see the same thing happening to his feet. “Fuck Yeah!” And then he began stretching up taller. Christ, in seconds he shot up five or six inches. “I’M FUCKING TALLER!” he shouted.
The veins all over his body started to pulse, and then Cody’s muscles, already huge by any definition, began bursting out even bigger. Heaving, swelling, bulging, his soft ball biceps expanded into twice their size and his triceps, blowing up on the other side of his arm, grew twice again as big as that. His chest nearly doubled in size, each pec looking like it was smashed against the other until I heard that cracking, snapping noise again and his entire frame stretched wider, giving them room and making his mountainous shoulders incredibly broad with delts like hard veiny cantaloupes.
“YEAH!” yelled Cody, flexing his monumental arms, as his impossibly huge thighs ripped out the sides of the gym shorts he was wearing. And then another bulge, this one at the front of those shorts started swelling and straining the cloth.
“ARGHHHHH! ARGHHH! It’s muscle! I‘m all muscle! All fucking over me! So hard! Growing! Oh fuck! Getting fucking massive! FUUUUUUUUCK!”
Damn. Cody’s body was erupting muscle, just vomiting up pure physical power. It was like his body was made for this, just sucking up the energy and instantly turning it into bulging, heaving, shredded sinew. It was clear that in a couple of minutes he would be bigger than Evan, who had continued to grow but at a much slower pace.
“I think that’s enough for tonight, Doctor,” said Evan.
Doctor Kramer punched in a sequence and the bubbling tank slowly became clear and quiet, and the growth slowed and stopped. They were huge, the both of them, huge. But Evan and Cody didn’t’ climb out of the tank. Instead, Evan pulled off his oxygen mask and the two of them faced each other, treading water and checking out their new bodies. And they weren’t just checking out their own bodies, they were checking out each others’ as well.
“I can’t believe this,” said Cody, looking down into the liquid at his bulging, muscular form. “Is this a dream, or am I really fucking huge? I look huge. I feel huge. Evan, tell me I’m really huge.”
“Cody, you’re really huge,” said Evan.
“FUCK YEAH!” shouted Cody, slamming his large fist into the liquid and making it splash. “Fuck yeah! And you’re pretty damn big yourself.”
“I know,” said Evan.
“Evan, I’m so fucking horny,” said Cody. “I can’t remember ever being this fucking horny.”
“You mean this horny?” said Evan, and he clenched his big fists at his side and I could see his substantial abs clench a second before his mammoth cock exploded out of his diaper-thing and sent the flimsy garment floating to the bottom of the tank. Evan’s manhood had gotten huge, fully engorged it was at least 14 inches long and thick as a beer can, and sticking out over two grapefruit sized balls. Holy crap.
Cody looked down at it and grinned. “Yeah, that horny,” he said. And I could see the remains of his gym shorts shudder and split. There wasn’t much left of them anyway; the elastic band still stubbornly clung to Cody’s muscle inundated waste, but there were only a few polyester shreds still hugging his gigantic hamstrings and quads,. And an instant later, even they fell prey to Cody’s massive muscle cock as it rose up from under the elastic band and erupted outward. Jesus, it was huge, every bit as big as Evan’s.
Then Evan dove down, grabbed Cody’s cock and began giving him head under water. Cody gasped. His head back, his massive chest heaving as his breath got shorter. He reached down and ran his hands along Evan’s thick lats and a second later he was reaching for Evan’s cock. The two assumed the 69 position, bobbing and splashing and floating in the tank.
That was it. I couldn’t take anymore. I hit the key and killed the image. I felt numb, like all emotional feeling had been drained out of me.
“They went on like that for quite a while,” said the Doctor from across the room. “Then they went up to the house.”
“Did they?” I said. I turned and marched from the warehouse without saying another word to the Doctor. Suddenly the numbness was gone and I was overtaken by rage. I knew where I had to go; I just didn’t know what I was going to do when I got there.
I entered the house, ran swiftly up the stairs, and headed directly for Evan’s bedroom. When I got there I found Armond standing in front of it, big arms crossed over his massive chest. How was I going to get past him? As it turned out, I didn’t need to worry. He stepped aside when he saw me. I put my hand on the doorknob, ready to raise some hell, when Armond placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked up at his looming form.
“You may look, but don’t disturb,” he said, in his incredibly low voice. “They were…active deep into the night.”
I pushed open the door and stared. The room was a mess. Shards of broken furniture and shreds of torn cloth were everywhere. The walls had holes in them, for Christ’s sake. Even the bed frame had apparently been destroyed sometime during the night, and was now lying in fragments all over the room. The mattress was on the floor, placed haphazardly on top of the debris. And there they were, Evan and Cody, two incredibly big, ripped muscle studs, lying asleep, intertwined and covered with cum.
The sight of my Cody, my beautiful Cody, now huge and powerful, practically took my breath away. Oh, I know I’d seen it on the video. But it was a completely different thing to gaze upon him in real life. Those massive shoulders, cannonball pecs and eight brick-like abs combined with Cody’s angelic face was an amazing combination. And were his upper arms bigger than his head? In that position I just couldn’t tell. That was what he had wanted, and now he had it... as he lay there naked with Evan.
I turned from the sight, walked from the room and closed the door behind me. I felt the numbness creeping back. Armond looked down at me and handed me a piece of paper.
“Here,” he said. “I was to give this to you if you came by. I’m sorry; I don’t know what it means.”
I looked at the paper. It had IOU written on it, and across the front, stamped in red ink, were the words, “Paid in full.”