The Hulk Pill 3
by Jaypat
While Mike had been scarfing down Flo’s all you can eat special, I was in Beckensdale Park, with the Boz bros.. Hank was still on the phone. I had no idea what he was saying because what ever it was, he was saying it 30 yards away.“So, who’s your brother talking to, Boz?” I asked.
“The people he works with, I think,” said Boz. “They don’t want this hulk pill thing to get out of control.”
“They’re not going to hurt my brother, are they?” I asked, suddenly afraid for Brad. But then I thought about it. Brad wasn’t my skinny little brother anymore. He was a muscle giant, just exploding all over with massive ripped muscles. His upper arms were so humongous, he almost couldn’t fit them sideways through doors. I wasn’t sure he could be hurt. Still, I didn’t want anyone trying.
Boz looked kind of uncertain. “I don’t think they’re going to hurt him,” he said. But he wasn’t entirely convincing.
Just then Hank got off the phone, and came over to us. “Well come on, let’s go,” he said.
“Go where?” I asked.
“To get your brother and stop this thing from going any further,” he said.
Their car wasn’t far away, and I have to say as soon as I climbed into it, I began to have an appreciation for just how much bigger I was getting. I had to sit in the front because there wasn’t enough leg room for me in the back. Even then I felt a little crammed in and not just with my legs. I was getting wider, too. I had to jam my shoulder right up against the car window so I wouldn’t get in the driver’s way. And, damn, I could feel how much bigger the solid ball of muscle, my delt, had become. Holy crap, this was awesome.
I gave Hank directions, and we arrived at Ritchie’s house at about the same time as three big vans. The back doors opened and a bunch of guys with rifles piled out. They all had ear pieces and radios on. Hank pulled out an earpiece of his own and stuck it in his ear.
“What’s going on, Hank?” I asked as we got out of the car. “Who are these guys?”
“We have to make sure your brother and his friend get their shots,” said Hank.
“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”
“That depends entirely on him,” said Hank.
The rifle guys were circling the house, peering in through the windows just like I had done earlier, except they were shining flashlights in the darkened rooms. I knew what window to check but for some reason I didn’t feel like telling them. Still I could see two guys shining lights into Richie’s bedroom window.
“They’ve acquired the targets,” said Hank.
“Targets?” I said. I saw them raise their rifles and aim at the windows. But before I could say anything I heard rifle shots along with the tinkling of shattered glass.
“What did you just do?” I shouted.
“Relax, kid,” said Hank. “They were just darts. It was the fastest and easiest way to get the stuff into their systems.
Suddenly I heard an earthshaking roar, and about a second later the side of the house exploded into shards as Brad and Ritchie busted right through it and out onto the lawn. Fuck, look at them. The two of them were enormous, bulging walls of throbbing, pulsating muscle, and they were fucking pissed.
Brad grabbed one of the rifle guys with his mammoth hands and ripped the weapon away from him. Then he took the gun and just snapped it in half. Then, massive arms bulging and writhing, he started ripping it apart piece by piece. He had this evil grin on his face as h e crushed each piece into foil. Then he looked down at the guy and said, “You’re next, dude.” The guy took off running. Who could blame him? But the others didn’t. Some of them opened fire.
“Stop!” I shouted, but it was too late. Brad clutched his gigantic chest and then tumbled to the ground, and Ritchie went down right after him. Man, did the earth shake? “You killed them!” I cried.
“Don’t be stupid,” said Hank. “They’re just knocked out. We had to use a tranquilizer strong enough to take down a bull elephant, but they’ll be alright.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but I was still mad. “None of this would have been necessary if you had just knocked on the door and explained things.”
“Too dangerous,” said Hank. “It was better this way.”
Then I saw a bunch of guys—like 20 of them—gathering around Brad and Ritchie. They were hoisting them up and carrying them away.
“Hey, what’s going on? Where are they taking them?”
“Well, we can’t just leave them passed out on the ground all night,” said Hank. “What kind of people would we be if we did that? We’ll just take them back to the shop and make sure they’re ok. And you know, run a few tests on them while we’re at it. We’ll let them go in the morning.”
“Let them go?”
“I meant they can go when they wake up.”
“Sure you did,” I said.
“Hey, buddy,” said Hank. “I don’t think you entirely appreciate your own personal situation here. You can’t spread the nanobots and you don’t look like you’ve been exposed—yet. Plus we can get all the information we need from these two, so I don’t have to tell them you’ve been affected too. Be smart and keep it that way, ok?” Then Hank walked off. It was all I could do to keep myself from going after him and tearing him to bits. And I wouldn’t have needed any hulk pill to do it either. He wasn’t big at all. But he did have a lot of friends with guns.
“Boz, you’re brother’s a real asshole,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” said Boz.
I felt so helpless as I watched them put Brad and Ritchie in separate vans—they were way too big to fit in one. But there was nothing I could do. Suddenly I really wanted to be huge like them, eight feet tall and a giant mass of enormous shredded muscle. Then maybe I could do something. I could already feel my clothes getting tight. In fact they weren’t just tight, they were squeezing me. And I have to admit when I thought about why they were squeezing me—because I was slowly turning into an eight foot muscle god—I got fucking hard. God, I could almost feel those huge shredded arms hanging by my side, that massive chest jutting out in front of me. But it’d be hours, maybe days before I was big enough to take these guys on.
“I wish I was big already,” I said.
“Really?” said Boz, looking at me and turning kind of red.
“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t do much for Brad like this.”
“Ok,” he said, follow me. And then Boz walked over toward one of the nearby houses where all the lights were off and it looked like no one was home. I followed him toward the backyard.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Someplace not in the open,” he said. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind but I followed him, anyway. We walked until we were completely out of the view of the guys with the vans.
“The way I think it works,” said Boz, stopping and turning to me, “is the more of those little nanodudes you got running around inside you, the faster you grow.”
“So, what I need is more nanobots. Great,” I said. “I can’t exactly run down to the corner store for some, can I?”
“Nah,” laughed Boz, “I guess not. But you could always take this.” He produced another one of those harmless looking capsules from his pocket.
“Jeeze, Boz is that another hulk pill?”
“Yup.”
“How many of those things do you have?”
“Just this one,” he said. “My brother gave it to me. He still wants me to take one. But, dude, I seriously don’t want to.”
“Jeeze, dude, you should. You saw Brad and his friend. They’re gigantic! And holy fuck, the muscles on them, they’re freakin insane. They could throw trees around like twigs. Don’t you want to be like that? I sure as hell do.”
“I’d like it better if you took it,” he said.
“Me? Why?”
“You’re so jacked already,” he said. “And you’re so nice to me; not a lot of people are.” At this point he blushed and even though we were completely alone he still looked around like he wanted to see if anyone was in the area. “Don’t get mad at me,” he whispered, “But sometimes I have these fantasies about you—growing, getting huge, you know, with just enormous bulging muscles all over your body. It makes me so horny I can’t see straight.”
Boz was into me? I didn’t know what to say. I never had a clue.
“I bet you hate me now, don’t you?” said Boz.
“I don’t hate you,” I said. “We’re all different. Whatever floats your boat.”
“Really?” he said, brightening. “Here.” he held the hulk pill out to me. “Take it if you want. Actually, I’d really like it if you would.”
I seriously didn’t need to be asked again. I took the thing and popped it into my mouth, and got ready to get massive..
I didn’t have to wait long. In seconds I heard that churning and rumbling sound – only this time it was coming from me! And suddenly I felt a searing orgasmic sensation building in my body. “Oh man!” I cried, as it got stronger and tore through me. I began to shake. It was like every muscle I owned was having an erection, getting thicker, heavier. I could feel myself bulking up, my arms, my legs, my back – every fucking thing getting bigger, harder, stronger, and God, it felt incredible. “Oh fuck,” I breathed, “it’s happening. It’s actually happening.”
. I flexed my arm and suddenly my bicep was a fucking boulder, easily twice the size it used to be. What a sight! Veins popping out and everything. I could feel my shirt sleeve straining around it, like tissue straining against granite. My arm looked and felt amazing.
“Oh shit, Boz,” I said “Fucking look at me.”
“Dude,” said Boz, “you’re huge.”
“No I’m not,” I said, “but I will be.” I flexed my other arm and it bulged up even bigger. Look at that. Holy shit. I felt the biceps growing larger and harder, like they were trying to break through my skin. I heard threads popping and cloth tearing as my guns just exploded out of my sleeves. Fuck, look at those things; look how much bigger they got! They had split heads and fucking peaks on them now. They were the kind of arms I’d always wanted but were still years away.
And I knew this was only the beginning. I could feel it boiling inside me like an unstoppable chemical reaction. Any second it would reach critical and my body would explode with mass. Any second. I could feel it.
Bring it on!
“Jesus,” said Boz. “watching you grow is the most intensely sexy thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You like it, Boz? It’s getting me pretty fucking hard. What about you?” I looked down and could see that he was, way hard. I could see it right through his pants as they draped over his skinny little stick legs. I looked down at me. Fuck. I had an enormous bulge in my pants. I was huge! And, Jeeze, I was getting bigger! Holy crap, I could feel my cock actually starting to split my underwear apart with swelling, throbbing pleasure. And fuck, I could tell it was becoming monster sized. It was so big and hard and it felt so good, too damn good. And I was sooooo horny.
And my legs, oh fuck, my legs. I could feel my hamstrings and quads bulking up. Like balloons someone was filling with cement, they were getting huge and hard, and I could feel my pants pulling tight around them. So awesome. All that muscle was a part of me and yet it felt like iron, filling my pants, making the heavy cloth feel light and feeble next to their incredible density. As the cloth got tighter and tighter 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.
And I could feel my monster cock inching down my pants as it grew, rubbing against my hard, bulging leg. What a fucking sensation! Wet stains were starting to appear on my pants.
“Damn. My legs. Boz, check out my fucking legs.” And then the seams started popping. Oh fuck. The thick fabric started ripping, tearing, flying apart, as my mammoth iron quads forced their way out into the open. So fucking huge, so fucking strong. “YES!” I shouted. I felt so good, so powerful, like a fucking animal.
“Fuck, dude,” whispered Boz.
“Yeah, Boz. 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.
And it wasn’t just my legs. I could feel my entire upper body altering as large sinewy masses heaved their way out of it. My shoulders pushing, enlarging, stretching out broader, my torso was swelling thicker, becoming solid with dense, heavy 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 six hard, growing rocks. Damn. And below, a tapering net of veins from my abs down to my crotch, where the giant bulge was just barely covered by the last remains of my pants.
“You’re huge!” he said. “Now you’re fucking huge!”
Holy crap, I was. Boz had been just a little bit shorter than me before all this had started but now he looked so puny. I was towering over him. My fucking chest had to be twice the width of his skinny little body, and my shoulders twice as broad as his. Fuck, I dwarfed him… And suddenly I realized I would dwarf most guys. I instantly got hard as a rock.
And my cock, shit, it was a monster. It was so fucking hard and it was growing fast. In a matter of seconds, it split my underwear apart and exploded out. Fuck. It was huge and thick. Hell, it felt powerful, like it could fucking lift weights with it. It was so awesome. I couldn’t believe how fucking hard I was, and the head felt so much more sensitive.
Boz moaned. “Fuck, dude, this is way more than I expected. You’re such a fucking beast… “ Then he reached forward with both hands and grabbed my cock. The effect was a blast of pleasure. His hands on my monstrous meat -- it was an insane feeling. I gasped.
“Sorry,” he said, dropping it. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s ok, Boz. Go ahead. Fucking do it.”
At first Boz looked like he wasn’t sure if I was serious or not. But then he grabbed by cock again, stuck out his tongue and started to flit and dart with it all around the head. FUCK! It was a mind ripping sensation, and the feeling seemed to tear through my body as the growth kicked into high gear.
“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 ground. 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 A FUCKING MONSTER!”
Boz stopped. He was just staring up at me and shuddering, gasping, and moaning. He was orgasming, just by looking at my fucking massive growing body. No one had ever cum just by looking at me before, and it was making me even more horny. The sensation running up my rod fed the swelling power in my body and made me feel like I was going to ignite. Oh fuck. Oh fucking fuck. I could feel it building. I was going to explode with growth. “OH FUCK!!!!” I shouted as I felt myself stretching toward the sky and expanding outward in every direction as massive rock-hard muscles just kept bursting out of me. My expanding pecs—the fucking weight of them… I could tell it was more than I would have been able to lift just five minutes ago, and now they were a fucking part of me--instruments of incredible fucking power and they were mind to command. I was truly becoming a muscle god.
I sensed my mammoth arms being pushed out further and further from the side of my heaving body while at the same time I could feel then growing impossibly dense with layer upon layer of thick woven sinew. My biceps alone probably weighed more than Boz’s skinny little body. Behind me I could feel my lats and gluts bloating with mass. My six pack exploded into eight enormous rock-hard bulges, barely contained by my skin. It felt like boulders were erupting up all over me, stretching out and covering every inch of my frame with unbelievable power. I was fucking huge and hard and solid all over. Fuck. I was every inch of eight feet tall, and so fucking massive I felt like a fucking mountain.
And then I came. A fucking torrent of cum just shot out of my cock, knocking Boz to the ground, the same way Brad had knocked over Ritchie. He lay there gasping and sputtering, trying to wipe the ocean of jizz from his face, and he couldn’t stop staring at me. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t stop staring at me. 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. I was ready to go after Brad.
“Come on Boz, let’s go,” I said, and I turned and started running back toward the street. Damn, my body felt amazing. I could feel the giant stone-like masses that were my quads bulging and relaxing under my skin with each stride. If felt my feet sink into the earth leaving huge, deep footprints in my wake. I felt my enormous heavy pecs bouncing in front of me. My body was alive with muscle.
But by the time we got back to Ritchie’s house, there was no sign of the vans.
I was frustrated. I was huge, a fucking monster, but I still couldn’t help Brad. I pulled back my massive leg and let it fly, kicking a fire hydrant. Fuck, the thing snapped off and went flying up into the night sky where I lost sight of it pretty quickly. A second later I head a far-off crash followed by a car alarm going off while a geyser of water was erupting from the hole where it had been.
Boz ran up.
“Damn!” I said. “We missed them. They’re gone.”
“Oh no,” he cried, falling to his knees.
Ok, I was upset but this seemed like kind of an overreaction. “You ok, Boz,” I asked.
But Boz just dropped down to all fours and started shaking and sputtering. “No…” he said. “It’s not fair. You were supposed to be safe. Hank told be you were safe—Nunngh!” And then I saw Boz’s sneakers rip apart mammoth feet tore out of them.
Holy fuck, it was happening to him, too. “Oh Jeeze, Boz, I’m sorry,” I said. “I guess that pill you gave me charged me up again. But, dude, you’ll love it. It’s fucking awesome.”
“I don’t want this,” he said, as his hands began stretching out, getting thicker. I could see his back starting to bulge and swell under his shirt, pulling it tight around him.
“But Boz, it’s awesome.” I said. “You’re going to be awesome. Can’t you feel it?”
“What?” said Boz.
“Your body; feel how hard and strong it’s getting.”
“I feel… I feel huge, hard lumps boiling out of me. I can’t stop it. Help me, I can’t stop it.” And then there was a tearing, rending sound as Boz’s shirt ripped right down the center, exposing a back that had grown thick and wide with muscle.
“Sit up, Boz,” I said. “Sit up and look me in the eye.”
Boz got off his hands and stared up at me. Jeez, those nanobots were amazing. Already Boz looked like a junior bodybuilder. His neck had gotten thick, his arms filled his sleeves, and his chest was starting to bully his shirt front.
“Now, feel your body, Boz. Come on, do it for me,” I said.
Boz took his hand and ran it across his burgeoning pecs. “It feels all hard and lumpy.”
“Does it feel bad?”
“…no, not exactly…”
“Flex something,” I said. “Go on flex your pecs.”
I saw Boz’s swelling pecs leap and push at his tightening shirt. “Whoa,” he said. “That felt weird. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Yeah, but did it feel good?” I asked.
“Kinda,” he said.
“Flex your legs,” I said.
I saw a pair of big quads heave up inside his pant legs. “Holy crap,” said Boz. “Those are my legs. My legs are doing that!”
“They feel strong, don’t they?” I said.
He nodded.
“You like feeling strong, don’t you Boz?”
“Yeah… Yeah, I do,” he said. “It’s just… you know, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Boz stood up, his arms arched out slightly to the side. Fuck, he looked big, like a guy who lived in a gym. I could see his chest and shoulders completely filling out his shirt and his thighs stressing his jeans. He looked at me and flexed his right arm. His bicep exploded with size. Damn.
“Whoa, Boz, look at that gun,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, staring at his own arm, “It feels… it feels incredible!.”
He brought up his other arm for a double bi. I watched his sleeves slide off those, large, boulder-like mounds and bunch up below his ballooning shoulders. Pop, pop, riiiip, and his sleeves just broke apart, shredding and rolling back like the peel on a banana. His arms looked bigger than any jock at school —really fucking strong and yet I knew he was only a shadow of what he would become.
“My back,” he said. “Damn, my back feels huge.”
Then he turned around. I could see his muscular back through the widening tear already in his shirt, and then he flexed. Snap, snap, snap riiiiiip and his shirt exploded into shreds, releasing a thick wall of solid muscle.
“Oh yeah,” he called “I’m liking this.”
He turned and fuck, in jus that couple of seconds, he’d gotten a hell of a lot broader.
“I feel completely different,” he said, “so fucking powerful. It’s amazing.”
Then he flexed his upper body and his t-shirt split apart as his mammoth chest and back burst out. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted, as his body started shaking. “Let’s get fucking huge!”
And his body began exploding with muscle. Fuck. I mean I’d seen it before, but fuck. Muscles just kept bursting out of Boz, bulging up, stretching out, and piling up on top of each other all over him. And he started laughing as monstrous traps rose out of his broadening back and his chest grew from melons to basketballs to fucking china balls. His abs bulged up, then, pulsing with his laughter, they doubled in size and doubled again. I saw his pants split and fall apart, destroyed by ridiculously huge, ripped hamstrings and quads. And as all these muscles erupted out of him, he was shooting upwards, getting taller and taller, while all the time more impossibly huge muscles burst up under his skin, swelled and bulged. The dorky kid I knew was gone. He’d been engulfed by muscle, a huge fucking mountain of it.
“Yeah!” he screamed, lifting up his massive arms. “Check me out! I’m fucking humungous!” And he was. I saw his gargantuan lats spread out behind him, making his upper body seem impossibly wide. His intercostals were as thick as tree branches. Boz had become a wall of unstoppable massive, heaving power, and he was loving it! He flexed and stared and flexed and stared, like he was trying to eat up his whole body with his eyes.
“Yeah, dude!” he shouted. “Now let’s go get your fucking brother!”
“Yeah?” I said. “And how are we supposed to do that. They’re gone, remember?”
“It’s ok,” said Boz. “I know where they took them.”
I felt like thumping my head. Of course Boz knew where his brother worked. “Good, we’ll just go break them out of there,” I said.
“I don’t know,” said Boz. “There are a lot of guys with guns there. You think we can do it?”
I had to think about that. We were pretty huge, but so were Brad and Ritchie, and they had gone down pretty easy. “Maybe not by ourselves,” I said. I ran back to the yard where I had changed, and quickly rifled through the pathetic scraps of cloth that used to be my clothes. It didn’t take me long to find my cell phone. God, it was so tiny and looked so fragile, I wasn’t sure I could dial it, a least not without accidentally breaking it into bits. It was awkward but somehow I managed it.
I called Mike, but there was no reply. I didn’t know it at the time, but Mike was fast asleep and going through his own growth spurt.
“Well, Boz,” I said, hanging up, “I guess there’s only one thing we can do. We’ll just have to go on a little recruiting drive.”