Green Legacy 6 (musc)
by Jaypat
Wham! My eyes flew open. Fuck! Someone had hit me in the face! I looked around, the sting still biting my cheek. I had no idea where I was. It looked like some kind of examination room, like at the doctor’s office. I lifted my head but dropped it straight back down when the world started spinning and I thought I was going to lose my breakfast.
“Come on get up.” Wham! Fuck. He hit me again.
“What the…? Stop that!”
“Then get up,” was the reply. “Here, drink this,” said the voice. There was a guy standing next to the examination table I was lying on. He was pretty big, dressed in some kind of security guard uniform. It wasn’t hard to see he was packing plenty of muscle. He didn’t look like he belonged in the room at all. He was shoving a plastic cup with a straw at me. I was really thirsty. My throat was dry. I grabbed it from him, started to take a sip from it and suddenly I was sucking the liquid down just as fast as I could. It was salty and sweet.
“That should get you back on your feet.”
I sat up and started swaying. I felt better, but the room still seemed to want to twirl. The guy put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. “Hey!”
“Come on,” he said. You’ll recover faster if you move.” The guy grabbed my arm and started dragging me toward the door.
“Hey, let go of me! What’s going on here?”
The guy made a fist and hit me in the face. Fuck. I saw stars. I almost didn’t realize it when I hit the floor.
“You want to ask any more stupid questions?”
I looked up at him standing over me. Jeeze, this guy must be twice as old as I am and he looked like he weighed twice as much. “What the hell do you want?”
“You to do what you’re told, when you’re told, and to speak only when spoken to. Is that clear?”
Was he fucking kidding? Forget it. He didn’t want me to talk? Fine. I wasn’t going to move or say anything. Let him deal with that.
Suddenly the guy lifted his leg and kicked me in the ribs. “Fuck!” I cried. I don’t think I’d ever felt anything that painful. I pulled my arms around me and went into a fetal position, rocking back and forth. Fuck, that hurt!
“In case you didn’t get it, you’re to speak when spoken to. Understood?”
“Fuck you!” Wham! Oh God, he kicked me again.
“Understood?”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” I gagged.
“Good. And that’s the last time I plan to repeat myself.” He paused menacingly. “Understood?”
“Yes.” What else was I going to say?
“Now, get up.”
I rolled on to my knees and started to push myself up, when I felt his iron grip on my arm again yanking me to my feet. “Come on,” he said. “I haven’t got all day.”
Then he half dragged me to the door and out into the hall. I looked around hoping to find some clue as to where I was. But there was nothing, just plain, featureless white walls. Just a few feet down the hall was another door with another guard out front. We stopped in front and the guard grinned down on me. He did not look friendly.
“I see you started in on him already, Jim,” said the guard. “You going to give the rest of us a chance?” Jesus! What the fuck was with these guys? Were they all psychopaths?”
“Ha,” Jim laughed humorlessly. “Maybe later. Open up, Tom.”
Tom, the guard punched a code into a keypad next to the door. I tried to see what it was but Tom covered the pad with his hand.
“Were you trying to see that number?” asked Tom threateningly?
Oh fuck! He caught me. What do I do?
“I think you were just spoken too,” said Jim, balling his fist.
“NO!” I said quickly.
“That’s a lie,” said Jim, and suddenly he threw me up against the wall, I hit my head and saw stars again. Suddenly it was hard to stay standing, and I started sliding down the wall toward the floor. Then Jim grabbed me by my shirt, pulled me up and started repeatedly throwing me against the wall.
“That’s for lying,” he said, and he threw me against the wall. Oh shit, the pain… “And that’s for trying to see the code,” he said as he pulled me back and tossed me forward again. Fuck it hurt. Damn. It was getting hard to see straight.
“Hey,” said Tom, putting his hand on Jim’s shoulder and stopping him. “You better not. Artie still wants to see him.”
“Well, maybe I’ll tell Artie I just couldn’t wake him up.”
“Jim, buddy, it’s not worth it. After all, when Artie’s done with him, we’ll get him back.”
Jim looked like he wanted to keep on beating the crap out of me, but instead he opened the door and shoved me through it.
I stumbled into the room, and fell on the floor. Jim was right behind me, so I got to my feet as quick as I could, and looked around for somewhere to run. But there wasn’t anywhere. It was a small lab, and there were two other guys in there, one of them in a business suit and the other in a lab coat.
Jim started talking to the suit. “Sorry, sir,” he said, “but he wouldn’t come quietly. He’s a real troublemaker.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” said the suit. “Do me a favor, Jim, and wait outside.”
“You sure, sir? There’s no telling what this one’ll do.”
“I’ll call you if I need you.”
“Yes, sir,” said Jim, and only pausing to give me a threatening look, he turned and left the room.
I looked around wondering if this guy was just as crazy as those other two. I wanted to ask what was going on, but for some reason I was reluctant to speak. Then I realized why. I was afraid to speak until someone spoke to me. I couldn’t believe Jim had gotten to me that fast. I forced myself to speak. “What’s going on here? What do you people want?”
The guy looked at me for a second like he was trying to read my mind. “I want you to look at something for us, Sam. Maybe you can help us out.”
Ok, the guy knew my name. Maybe he thought he was smart or something, but I had my school ID in my wallet, so finding that out would have been easy.
“Why would I help you?”
“Let’s just say it would help us speed you on your way home.”
“You mean you’re not going to let me go until I help you.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Of course, you didn’t.”
“You’re a smart kid, Sam. We’re going to get along just fine.” The guy moved across the room to a small monitor, flipped it on, and hit a couple of keys on the keyboard. A grainy black and white image flickered onto the screen. Holy crap, it was the freight yard. They must have had a security camera. Why didn’t I think of that? There was Big Billy pulling up the side track and twisting it into shapes. Fuck. Watching him easily bend that steel with his massive arms—all that power he had—was getting me hard, even the second time around. And sure enough, there was a grainy shot of me climbing over the fence and into the yard. I walked up to Big Billy and was obviously talking to him. They guy hit a key and the image froze.
“You see, Sam, we’re really not interested in you at all. It’s him we want.”
“Yeah? Well, good luck, mister. You’re going to need it, cause he’s going to rip you into fucking pieces, and he’ll do it with out breaking a sweat.”
He just sort of gave me a half smile, “Not necessarily.” He hit another key and the image changed. This time it was a distant shot of Big Billy staggering, shrinking down and collapsing on the ground. Then I came out of hiding and dragged normal Billy inside one of the containers. But the security camera was so far away, you couldn’t really make out any details.
The guy hit a key again and the screen went dark. “It’s too bad no one thought to review this footage until after we got back. By the time we returned to the freight yard, you and he were long gone. And since no one thought to turn the cameras back on after we removed the tapes, we had no idea where you went. Until we found this…” The guy tossed me my backpack. Great. I was betrayed by my homework.
“So what do you want from me?”
“I’ll show you.” The suit turned to the disheveled guy in the lab coat. “Are you ready, Frank?”
“We shouldn’t do this, Artie,” said Frank.
“We’ve taken all precautions,” said the guy. I guess his name was Artie.
“I wasn’t talking about that.” Frank picked up a sheaf of papers and shoved them at Artie. “There’s no sign of any genetic abnormality at all,” he said. “And the kid had absolutely no reaction to stress stimulus.”
“I’ve seen the test results,” said Artie brushing the papers aside. “They’re inconclusive. The truth is we don’t know enough about this thing yet, so we don’t know what we’re looking for.”
“I know enough to say there is an eighty percent chance we’re making a big mistake.”
“Eighty percent’s not good enough, Frank. Proceed.”
Frank looked really upset, but he turned and headed for a lab table anyway, muttering as he went.
“What’s going on?” I asked. Artie directed me toward a row of monitors. I’d seen enough doctor shows to recognize medical monitors when I saw them. They were all turned on and operating, obviously attached to someone. I looked them all over, but I couldn’t understand most of what I saw. And then I got to the last monitor. I gasped. It was Jeremy! He was huddled in a corner, naked, bruised and bloodied.
What had they done to him? Suddenly I was angry, really fucking angry. So angry, my fear just evaporated. “What the hell are you doing?” I screamed “What the fuck do you people want?!”
“Well, your friend failed to react to physical stress, so in a minute Frank there is going to give him a little injection. It will trigger his transformation, and then that’s where you come in.”
“His what?” I shouted.
“We’re going to cause him to grow big again, so we can study him.”
I almost laughed. “Mister, you’ve got the wrong kid.”
“I’d expect you to say something like that.”
“No, seriously, it’s not him.”
“Then who is it?”
I opened my mouth but then shut it again. I couldn’t give Billy away. He was my brother. But I couldn’t let them hurt Jeremy either. What could I do? When I didn’t say anything right away, Artie spoke again.
“That’s what I thought,” said Artie. “Give him the shot, Frank.”
“What?” said Frank. “You still want to go ahead with this, even after what that kid just said.”
“He’s lying,” said Artie.
“But what if he isn’t?” asked Frank. “His ‘lies’ match up perfectly with my conclusions.”
“I don’t care. Give that kid the shot.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, “what will happen to Jeremy if you’re wrong?”
Frank looked over at Artie, who shrugged. “The shot contains suspended particles charged with a specific type of radiation,” said Frank, “one I’ve seen cause this kind of mutation before. If the subject has the necessary mutated genes, then the charged particles will cause a spontaneous transformation. If the subject does not, he will develop terminal cancer within a month and die.”
“No, you can’t!” I gasped. “Jeremy’s not the guy. You’d be killing him.”
“That remains to be seen,” said Artie. “Proceed Frank.”
“No wait,” I said. “I can prove Jeremy’s not the one you want.”
Artie raised his eyebrows. “Oh? How can you do that?”
“Wait a day. Just wait one day, and you’ll have all the proof you need.”
“And how can you guarantee that?”
“Because it’s Saturday,” I said, and I remembered how Billy said he always changed on Saturdays. If Billy changed and started rampaging while we were prisoners then they’d know without a doubt that Jeremy was the wrong kid. That would save him and still not betray Billy.
Artie appeared to be thinking it over. “No, I don’t think so. Frank, give him the shot.”
“What?” I cried, unable to believe my ears. “Why not wait? What have you got to lose?”
Artie looked at me and shrugged. “A day,” he said.
Man, I was right. They were all psychopaths. I was so mad I couldn’t see straight. They were going to kill Jeremy, and for no reason. I felt so frustrated. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
I looked over at Frank who was preparing a metallic syringe while wearing a pair of thick gloves, no they weren’t even gloves; they were heavy gauntlets. He obviously wanted plenty of protection from the stuff in the syringe. I had to make one last try. “No, you can’t do this. It’s murder,” I said. He hesitated for a second, but only for a second. Then the fucker finished the syringe, turned nodded at Artie and then headed for the door.
Fuck, they were going to kill Jeremy no matter what I said. They’d probably kill him even if I told them about Billy
Then the phone rang. Artie picked it up. “Yes?” he said. He sat down as he listened to the person on the other end. I could hear them speaking frantically but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. “Are you sure?” I could hear more frantic speaking before Artie asked, “You got anyone down there?” There was a brief answer as Artie started tapping on a nearby keyboard. An image flashed up on a monitor. Holy crap it was Big Billy. He was strolling right down the middle of Burr Oak Ave., completely naked in all his massive, bulging, eight foot plus glory. Cars were crashing in front of him, but that didn’t bother him. He just kicked them out of his way like you would an old soda can. And Man he was huge. He looked even bigger than yesterday. Just look at those fucking muscles. Jesus, each of them needed its own zip code. Crap. Was he just going to get bigger every time he changed? I couldn’t help but wish he was here. He’d take these psychos apart.
Artie hit another button and suddenly we had sound. People were running, screaming, and Billy was grinning from ear to ear, obviously loving every second of it. At one point, a guy almost hit Billy with his car. He stopped just in time. Then he hopped out and started yelling at Billy. Billy didn’t say anything. He just reached down, hefted the guy’s car up over his head and started growling as he crushed it into scrap. The guy went pale, turned around and ran. Some lady saw Billy and fainted on the spot and Billy started laughing, as he dropped the one ton wad of plastic, fiberglass and metal that used to be a car.
“Any of you ladies want some of this?” said Billy, pulling a most muscular that caused his inhuman muscles to bulge to ridiculous proportions. “All ya gotta do is ask.”
Damn, I found myself wondering, why couldn’t I grow like that? If I could, these psychos could all kiss their butts goodbye. I’d kick all their fucking asses all the way to the fucking moon, starting with Artie. He thought he was so big killing Jeremy like he was nothing, like he didn’t matter at all. I’d show him big.
Then it hit me. That needle… I could do it. Jeremy may not have the genes, but I did. I could get fucking huge. All I had to do was get my hands on that shot and I could become an eight foot wall of unstoppable muscle. Oh fuck. I felt myself getting hard with the thought. Size and power like Billy’s. Fuck yeah. That was it. That’s what I needed. Then I’d make them pay. I’d make all these fuckers pay.
“Well, kid,” said Artie. “It looks like you were telling the truth.” Then he spoke into the phone. “Ok, let’s get this show on the road. I want everybody into the vans in 5 minutes.”
I looked over at the other monitor, the one that showed Jeremy, and was shocked to see that Frank was about to give him the shot. “Stop!” I shouted.
Artie looked over, saw what was about to happen and dialed a couple of numbers on the phone. “Frank!” he said. I guess it must have been some kind of PA system. “That’s the wrong kid. Save the shot and get up here.” Frank just nodded at the camera, turned and left the room. Phew!
Artie looked over at me. “Be good while I’m gone, hunh kid?”
Good? I planned to destroy the whole fucking place, crush each fucking brick into sand. And then, when Artie got back… A slow smile crept across my face. I couldn’t wait for Artie to get back… if he got back. “He’s going to annihilate you,” I said.
Artie just smiled. “We’ll see.” He punched another couple of buttons on his keyboard and the monitor filled with more security camera footage from last night. It clearly showed me shutting down the generator, which had allowed Billy to escape. “Maybe he won’t do so well without his sidekick,” said Artie.
Sidekick? I’ll show him a sidekick.
Frank came back into the room and placed the syringe in a heavy box marked with a radiation warning. I thought about rushing up and grabbing it now, but I was pretty sure they’d stop me before I could give myself the shot. I’d have to wait.
“Frank, are you capable of looking after a fourteen-year-old while we’re out?”
I think I’m going to be a little too much for Frank to handle. In a few minutes, I’ll be a little too much for a fucking army to handle, about two tons too much. Oh fuck, thinking about this is really making me hard.
“I’m not a baby sitter,” said Frank, “or a security guard.”
“You don’t need to be,” said Artie. “This place is a maze of locked doors with a guard behind each one. There’s nowhere for him to go. And if he gives you any trouble, just call Jim. He’ll be glad to help you out.” Artie may have been talking to Frank but he was looking at me. I got the feeling his little speech was as much for my benefit. I could have told him not to worry. In just a little while I was going to be real happy to see Jim.
“And there’s nowhere for me to go either,” said Frank.
“This is not the time, Frank,” said Artie, sounding annoyed. “Get the bunker ready. It’s going to have a new occupant very soon.” And then he disappeared through the door.
“What an asshole,” I said.
“He is that,” said Frank, “and a helluva lot more. Well, come on. You want to help me with your friend?”
This was my chance. Frank was going down to the bunker. As soon as he left I could go for the shot… But what about Jeremy? I was really very worried about him. It looked like he’d been beaten up pretty bad. Damn, what did I do? I had to get huge, I just had to. But, if anything happened to Jeremy I knew I wouldn’t forgive myself. Damn. Artie wasn’t coming back soon and I had to know how bad Jeremy was hurt. I decided to wait.
I nodded and followed Frank out the door. We didn’t have far to go, just down a flight of stairs to a massive vault-like door. It had to be at least ten feet tall and six feet wide. Frank hit a button and the door disengaged itself from the wall and swung open. Holy crap, the thing must have been at least six feet thick, too. They weren’t kidding around. But I still didn’t think it would stop Billy... or in a little while, me.
The bunker was pretty big, too, twenty foot ceilings and at least fifty feet from wall to wall. But there were no windows and only the one door, and it was all painted white. When we came in Jeremy was cowering in the corner, naked and shivering. Those fuckers! How could they do this? I rushed over and knelt down by him. “Jeremy, are you all right?”
Jeremy’s eyes flickered open. “Wha… Sam?” he said as he saw me. “They beat you up, too? They wouldn’t tell me what they wanted. They just kept hitting me.”
“It’s ok. Everything’s going to be ok,” I said, stroking his hair. Fuck, he was a mess. I felt my anger exploding again. I was so going to take this place apart. Those bastards were treating him worse than an animal. They were obviously trying to get him to change by beating the crap out of him. Very scientific, the fuckers.
“Did they tell you what they want?”
“It was a mistake, Jeremy. They thought you were someone else.”
“That makes sense. No it doesn’t. Can we go home now?”
I looked over at Frank. I was so angry I could barely form words. “Where are his clothes?”
“Upstairs in the lab, but here, he can have my lab coat for now.” Frank removed his lab coat and handed it to me.
“He really needs a doctor,” I said, taking the Lab coat and handing it to Jeremy.
“Do you really think he’s going to get one?” asked Frank.
Fuck! What a fucking cold bastard. And I was starting to think he wasn’t as bad as the others. I was wrong. I had Jeremy and I was more than ready. Time to get fucking huge.
“Come on, let’s get your clothes,” I said.
“They’re in the big cupboard on the left,” said Frank.
“Come on, Jeremy,” I said helping him toward the door.
“Oh, and just in case you get any ideas,” said Frank. “Just remember the lab door is locked and guarded.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I remember.”
I led Jeremy out the massive vault door. I found the shut button and pushed it. Frank saw the huge door swinging shut and made a dash for it. “Oh no you don’t!” he shouted, but the door closed before he could reach it.
“What did you just do?” asked Jeremy, horrified. “He’s going to be really pissed when he gets out of there.”
“Fuck him. Come on let’s get out of here.”
“You mean escape?”
“Yeah, come on.” I led Jeremy back up the stairs and into the lab.
“But what about all those locked doors and guards?”
“Fuck them, too,” I said. We found his clothes without a problem, and while he was getting dressed, I tried the lab door—just to be sure. It was locked. But it was also possible to lock it from the inside. There was a deadbolt and a bar. I used them.
Jeremy came up to me. “Hey, what are you doing locking us in? I thought the plan was to get out.”
“It is.” I knew I couldn’t explain to Jeremy what was about to happen to me because he’d never believe it. So, I decided not to even try. “Come on, Jeremy, we have to find the security cameras and turn them off.” I remembered the freight yard and didn’t want them having a video record of anything. Of course, when I was through there wasn’t going to be much left of this place, but I didn’t want to take any chances. It didn’t take us long to find the cameras; there were two, and switching them off was simple.
Only one more thing to do.
I walked over to the heavy box with the radiation symbol on it, and pulled it open. The syringe lay at the bottom waiting for me. I grabbed it and held it up. It was warm to the touch. Oh fuck, I was ready for this, so fucking ready.
“Jeremy,” I said. “There’s nothing I can say that’ll keep you from freaking. So just try not to.”
“What…” was all he got out before I thrust the needle into my thigh and sent the plunger home.
“ARRRRGGHHH” I cried. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t pleasure; it was some mind numbing combination of the two ripping through me. It was like every muscle in my body was being stretched and pulled apart, then put back together again, but it felt good, like a message feels good. My body was loving every second of it, and fuck, it was power; I could feel it building up inside of me. And then the muscles all over my body began to tighten, and damn, they were getting thicker, heavier. Fuck, it was working. I was bulking up, getting stronger, and God, it felt incredible.
“Are you ok?” asked Jeremy.
“Ok? I feel fucking awesome,” I said. “Dude, check this out.” I flexed my arm. I knew what was going to happen, but nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of my flabby strip of a bicep blowing up under my skin, getting bigger and denser and fuller until suddenly it was a large mound of rock hard muscle. What a sight! From nothing to a fucking baseball! Veins popping out and everything. I could feel the skin pulling taut around it. It looked and felt amazing.
“Holy shit,” said Jeremy. “What was in that thing?”
“Muscle,” I said. “And this is just the beginning.” I could tell Jeremy didn’t know what to think. But I felt so good I started laughing. I couldn’t help myself. It was just so fucking awesome.
I flexed my other arm and it bulged up even bigger. Look at that. Holy shit. I pumped my arms, and each time I did I felt the biceps grow up larger and harder. Fuck, my biceps had become bulging granite-like masses and it was getting so my shirt was way to flimsy to contain them. I heard threads popping seconds before my arms exploded out of my sleeves. Fuck, look at those guns; they looked huge! They had split heads and fucking peaks on them now, but I knew it was only the beginning. I could feel it. “Yeah! Oh yeah! Bring it on!”
“Jesus, Sam,” said Jeremy. “Your muscles… they ripped through your shirt.”
“It’s hot isn’t it, Jeremy? Way fucking hot. It’s getting me pretty fucking horny. What about you?” I looked over and I could see that he was. He was sporting a boner that his pants just couldn’t hide. I looked down. Fuck. I was sporting a boner my pants almost couldn’t hold. I was huge! Holy crap, I could feel my cock actually starting to fill the fucking pouch. At first I thought maybe there was something in there with it. Except I could tell there wasn’t. I could feel it. It was all me, and all swelling, budding pleasure. And fuck, it was becoming monster sized, and still it just seemed to keep getting bigger. It was long and hard and it felt so good, too damn good. And I was sooooo horny I started shifting from leg to leg, feeling the subtle but wonderful sensation of the cloth rubbing against the hard, sensitive head. Wet stains were starting to appear on my pants.
And my legs, oh fuck, my legs. Gone were those sticks I used to walk around on. I could feel my hamstrings and quads bulking up, getting huge and hard, and stretching my jeans to the limit. So strange, they were a part of me and yet they felt like iron, filling my pant legs, making the heavy cloth feel light and feeble next to them. As the denim got tight I could see the different muscles separating out and taking shape beneath it. And I could feel them just exploding with power. So fucking awesome.
“Damn. My legs. Jeremy, check out my fucking legs.” And then the seams started popping. Oh fuck. The thick fabric started ripping, tearing, flying apart, as my mammoth quads forced their way out into the open. So fucking huge, so fucking strong. “ARRRGHHHHHH!” I shouted. I felt so good, so powerful, like a fucking beast.
“Fuck, dude,” whispered Jeremy. “Look at you…”
“Yeah, look at me, Jeremy. Take a good fucking look.” And I flexed my enormous thighs for him, and damn if I didn’t see a wet patch spreading out from his crotch.
“You’re so fucking hot!”
HELL, YES, and I was getting hotter. I could feel my entire upper body altering; its shape was fundamentally changing. My shoulders stretching out broader, my torso was getting thicker, beginning to pulse and swell as it became solid, and heavy with muscle. I pulled my shirt up exposing my stomach, and ran my hand over it. I could feel the skin kind of shrinking in around the hard, growing slabs of muscle. Damn. I had developed a ripped six pack. And the muscle tapered beneath a net of veins from my abs down to my crotch, still barely covered by the last remains of my jeans.
And my cock, shit, it was a monster. It was so fucking hard and it was growing fast. In a matter of seconds, it shoved its way up past the elastic waistband, wrenched my underwear aside, and then it and my orange sized balls just exploded out. Fuck. It was huge and thick. I never thought a cock could look muscular, but now mine did. Hell, it even felt powerful, like it could push through fucking walls. It was so fucking awesome. I couldn’t fucking believe how fucking hard I was, and the head felt a thousand times more sensitive.
Jeremy moaned. “Fuck, dude, I mean, I know we’re in a bad place, life and death and all that shit, but you are the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. And I’m sorry, but I just can’t help myself.” Then he reached forward with both hands and grabbed my cock. The effect was like a lighting bolt of pleasure. I gasped. His hands on my monstrous meat -- it was an insane feeling. “Jeremy, oh yeah, Jeremy, fucking do it.”
At first Jeremy looked like he didn’t know what to do with my cock, it was so big. But then he stuck out his tongue and started to flit and dart with it all around the head. FUCK! It was a mind ripping sensation. If I had fuses they would have blown. And yet I didn’t climax. Instead the feeling just seemed to tear through my body and inflame the whole process and the growth seemed to intensify.
“FUCK!” I shouted, as my chest exploded out into massive boulders of pulsating sinew disintegrating my t shirt. I could feel my back rapidly expanding with hard, dense muscle, pushing outward, shoving the pathetic remains of my t shirt to the floor. My shoulders, my arms, they were passing huge, becoming immense, bulbous masses of throbbing muscle as my thighs bulged out thick and hard to new dimensions. I felt like I was all fucking muscle, all fucking power. Nothing could stop me and I fucking loved it.
“OH YEAH! I’M FUCKING MASSIVE!”
Jeremy stopped. He was staring up at me, mouth agape. I was still growing, I could feel it, but not like before.
“MORE, JEREMY, GIVE ME MORE”
Jeremy started in again, mouthing my cock. Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck. I could feel it building. I was going to explode with growth. The sensation running up my rod fed the swelling power in my body and made me feel like I was going to ignite. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!” I shouted as I started to shake with the sensation, and then, it started fucking happening. Just like with Billy, my body began to erupt with mass. I felt myself stretching toward the ceiling and expanding outward in every direction as massive rock-hard muscles just burst out of me. My enormous pecs just doubled in size and the doubled again. The fucking weight of them would probably crush a man to death. I felt my arms being pushed out further and further from the side of my body while at the same time they grew impossibly dense with thick woven sinew. My biceps alone were now bigger than my entire body had been just a few minutes ago. Behind me I could feel my lats and glutes bloating with mass. My six pack exploded into eight enormous rock-hard bulges, barely contained by my skin. It felt like all over me boulders were erupting up under my skin, stretching out and covering every inch of my frame with unbelievable power. I was fucking huge and hard and solid all over and in seconds my head brushed the ceiling. Fuck. I was every inch of eight feet tall, and so fucking massive I took up half the room. I felt like a fucking mountain. My body was a mass of veiny hills and valleys, one huge, bulging mound just rolling into another. My slightest move caused even the smallest of them, to furiously expand under my skin, giving me command of what felt like limitless power. I felt so fucking good, like I could do anything. I flexed my arm; the motion, the sensation, all completely different now. I couldn’t bend it nearly as much as I used to but the explosion of mass and power I felt erupt from my arm way more than made up for it. Fuck. My bicep was huge; it had a split head and was as big around as a truck tire with a vein thick as a garden hose snaking around it. I could hardly believe it was mine. But it was. I could feel every solid, powerful inch of it blasting out of my arm.
And suddenly I knew my cock was going to explode.
“Get down, Jeremy!”
Jeremy looked up from my cock and for the first time saw at my gargantuan form. “Holy fuck!”
“Just drop, Jeremy!” And he did, thank God, just in time. I climaxed. I’d never felt anything like it. The orgasm had the force of a stick of dynamite; it practically knocked me over. My cock exploded like a cannon and the jism shot across the room like a projectile and knocked a huge hole in the opposite wall. Then glass shattered and tables exploded as burst upon burst erupted from my dick, destroying most of the room like a spray of automatic weapons fire. Jeremy ducked and covered, taking shelter behind one of my pillar-like legs.
When it finally passed, I felt a little breathless. But in less then a second, I was ready to go again
“Jesus,” said Jeremy coming out from behind me. “You could have taken my head off.” He was right. And I’m not sure why, but the notion of being able to take someone’s head off with just a cum shot from my cock was kind of hot.
“Fuck, Sam, I’ve never seen anything like you. You’re gigantic, wall to wall, massive, bulging muscles. I just look at you and I want to cum. You’re like a living wet dream.”
“So, you like?” I smiled. Christ my voice had plummeted. Cool. I flexed my bi again for him. But I liked looking at it too. It was just so fucking massive and it felt fucking amazing on my arm.
Can I touch?” said Jeremy.
“Jesus, Jeremy, you just had your tongue on my cock. You think you need to ask?”
He pulled a chair over, climbed up on it, reached over and grabbed my bicep. Fuck, his hand was dwarfed by it. He squeezed it and rubbed his hands all over it, and suddenly he kicked the chair back and was hanging from it. Holy crap, I barely noticed his weight. I was so fucking strong now, so fucking strong.
“Crap,” he said, “It’s like a rock, no, a fucking boulder, no, a fucking planet.” He dropped to the ground and did a quick grab and squeeze of my thigh. “Fuck, is there any part of you that isn’t fucking stone?”
“No,” I said, making my monster abs pop for him. They were right at his eye level. He reached out and grabbed one of them. He could just about fit his hand over it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he gasped and I could see the wet patch spreading a little further.
“How strong are you?”
“I don’t know, but I’m ready to find out. And I think I know what to try first.”
I walked over to the door I had locked earlier. It looked so tiny. No way was I going to fit through it now. But that was ok since I had no intention of fitting through it. I listened carefully. I could hear the guard scuttling on the other side like a rat in a wall. I could tell exactly where he was. I picked the spot and jammed my fist into the wall. It went through it like rice paper. I grabbed the guard around his torso and with one jerk, pulled him crashing back through the wall and into the lab with us. It was Jim. He was banged up and bleeding. I guess being jerked through a wall didn’t agree with him. Good.
With one hand I lifted him up so he was just below my eye level. “You wanted me back, Jim? Now you got me.”
“Holy Christ!” shouted Jim as he looked up at me. “Another one!”
“That’s right, Jimmy Boy. I bet you didn’t see that coming.” I felt myself leering. This was sweet. “Oh wait a minute. Were you talking to me? Cause I know I’m not supposed to talk unless you do.” I flexed my gargantuan pecs and watched them bulge out and hit him in his puny chest.
Then he started crying like a baby. “Don’t hurt me. Please, I’ll do anything.”
I can’t believe this was the same asshole that threw me up against the wall three or four times. He was all fucking attitude when he was the biggest guy in the room. Now he looked like a whiny little crybaby.
“Jesus,” said Jeremy. “That’s one of the guys who kicked the crap out of me.”
“It is?” I said, feeling myself getting even more angry than I could ever remember being. “Too bad for him.” Never mind the beating he gave me. What kind of an animal could hurt my Jeremy like that? He was the sweetest guy on the planet, and the one human being I was closest too. Just thinking about it made me furious. I started squeezing Jim, and it felt good. It was amazing how flimsy his body felt. I began to hear snaps, and I could feel the bones breaking under my fingers. And it took no effort at all. What a fucking trip.
“OH GOD, YOU’RE CRUSHING ME!” cried the fucking little whiner baby.
“That’s the idea.”
“Don’t kill me please, I’m begging you!”
“No, I’m not going to kill you. That would be too easy. I’m just going to break every bone in your body. I’ll give you a few months to heal, and then I’ll come back and do it again.”
The he just about exploded crying and babbling, begging for mercy. Yeah, I’d show him mercy. The same kind of mercy he showed my poor Jeremy. I threw him against the wall. Except he didn’t bounce off the wall the way I had done when he’d thrown me at a wall. He went partially through it, and he wasn’t moving.
Jeremy ran over and checked his pulse. “He’s still alive,” he said.
“Good, I wouldn’t want him to miss any of the pain. We better get going,” I said, flexing my massive arms and feeling the power in them.
“After you, Tank.”
“What?”
“Well, that’s what you are. You’re a fucking tank. You’ve even got your own cannon and everything.”
“Ok,” I said, “I’ll be your tank… as long as you’ll be my gunner.”
“I think I can live with that,” he said smiling up at me, “if I’m careful.”
“Good. Now that that’s settled, let’s get the fuck out of here.”