The Swimming Hole 8 (musc)
by Jaypat
My brain was frozen. Where the fuck could the barrel of goop be? Someone had to have taken it. They had to have? But who?
“What are you trying to pull here, kid?” demanded Louis. “I don’t think your friend Greg is going to appreciate it much.”
“It was here this morning. I swear it was here this morning!” I said. “I mean how would you even move it…?”
Then it struck me. Was it coincidence that the only other guy who knew of the barrel’s existence also happened to be one of the few guys capable of lifting it? I think not!
“I know where it is,” I said. “Or at least I know where it has to be.”
“You better not be lying!” said Louis.
“I’m not,” I said. “Just wait here. I’ll go get it.”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “I’m sticking with you until I get my barrel.”
“Fine,” I said. I started for my truck but then I something occurred to me. I flexed my, giant, veiny bicep and felt its warm, rock-hard massiveness under my fingers. Oh yeah, I was huge alright but Kurt was still bigger. He had to be about a foot taller than me and a few hundred pounds heavier – all of it muscle. And that’s assuming he hadn’t made any further use of the barrel. If he should decide to be difficult, I could have a real problem on my hands. I’d better go prepared.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and I ran into my house and up the stairs to my room. There it was, just sitting on my desk, that innocent looking gallon jug of water. I had the sudden urge to just chug it and explode into a beyond-gigantic muscle monster. I’d be massive; every single muscle on my body would be impossibly enormous, harder than diamonds and powerful beyond belief. Then I could take care of Kurt and the midget with just a swipe from one of my impossibly massive, muscle-ridden, powerful arms. They’d find Greg eventually. He’d probably be ok. …But could I take that chance?
Then I heard the doorbell. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I thought. I don’t have time for this! But something inside me, wouldn’t let me ignore it. I ran down the stairs, jug in hand, and pulled open the front door.
It was Bob. Fuck! I’d forgotten he was coming over. I was supposed to help him with his massive little brother problem! I looked at the jug in my hand and contemplated just giving him a splash with it and running, but I might just need every drop to deal with Kurt.
“Whoa,” said Bob, looking up at me, eyes wide. “You’re fucking gigantic!”
“Yeah, thanks,” I said, resisting the temptation to give him a flexing show. “I don’t really have time to go into it now. I know I said I’d help you but…”
“No, no,” said Bob. “It’s cool. I just came by to tell you I wouldn’t be needing your help.”
“What?” I said.
“Yeah. You know the EPA guy?”
“I’m kind of familiar with him,” I said.
“He gave me the freaking antidote. My bro’s at the doctor now but when he gets back I’m going to hit him with it. The EPA guy said it’ll take him right back to normal no matter how big he got.”
“Seriously? …you know the EPA guy… he kind of lies. –Wait a minute! What did you have to tell him to get the “antidote?””
Suddenly, Bob looked guilty as fuck. “What makes you think I had to tell him anything?” he stammered.
That fucker sold me out! And for an antidote that was probably colored water or something. Well, he’ll deserve what he gets when he throws colored water at that behemoth brother of his.
“Yeah, never mind,” I said. “I know what you told him. Goodbye, Bob.”
Then I shut the door on him without another word. Thanks to him I had a crazy psychopath I had to deal with. That’s the thanks I got for pumping him up.
I made a beeline for the driveway. The EPA guy was just standing there tapping his foot impatiently. “You know,” he said, “that took entirely too long. I think I’m going way too easy on you. I’m giving you an hour. If I don’t have my barrel by then, Greg’s gone. Are we clear on that?”
“Yeah, we’re clear,” I said. Jeeze, just what I needed, more pressure.
We got in the truck and headed for Kurt’s. On the way there I was stuck with a thought. What if I was wrong? What if Kurt didn’t have it? What would I do then? I started to speed but quickly decided that if the cops pulled me over, it might take too long and I couldn’t afford that.
That was probably the longest car ride I ever had. When we finally got to Kurt’s, it felt like the hour had to be up already, but it was only a 10 minute drive.
The EPA guy stayed in my truck while, jug in hand, I marched up to Kurt’s front door and rang the bell.
The front door opened and all I saw was an impossibly muscular torso. Kurt ducked his head down and squeezed his massively muscular body through the door and I found myself staring at his ridiculously thick corded neck with a kiwi sized Adam’s apple bulging out the center of it.
“I want my barrel, Kurt,” I said looking up past his chin at his scowling eyes.
“It’s my barrel now,” said Kurt, “and you can’t have it.”
Well, at least I was right about where it was.
“You don’t understand,” I said. “I need that barrel. You see the EPA guy in my truck?”
Kurt looked over my head at my truck and then back down at me. “Yeah?”
“He’s holding Greg hostage. If I don’t give him the barrel, he’s going to kill him.”
“You’re lying,” said Kurt. “That’s not the way the EPA works.”
I slapped my forehead. “He’s not really with the EPA, you…” I stopped myself from saying, “moron.” I had to be careful. I did not want an angry behemoth on my hands. That could get messy.
“Yes, he is. I saw his card. You’re lying again,” said Kurt.
“The card was fake and I am not lying!” I said.
“Oh?” said Kurt, “Just like you weren’t lying when you said you didn’t sleep with my girlfriend?”
Oh fuck! She must have told him.
“That’s why you want the barrel, isn’t it?” said Kurt. “You want to get bigger than me again so she’ll like you better than me. Well, that’s not going to happen.”
“What?” I said. I couldn’t believe this. That’s why he took the barrel! “Look, Kurt, I don’t care about Jenna. That was a one-time thing. She’s yours – no contest. I’m far more interested in Greg, and at the moment, keeping him alive.”
“I don’t believe you,” he said.
“I don’t care if you don’t believe me. Just give me the fucking barrel!” Looking past his gargantuan frame, I could see it, sitting right there, at the base of his stairs.
“Not a chance!” he said, crossing his massive bulging arms across his mountainous chest, and blocking my way completely.
I looked back at the EPA guy. He just looked back at me with raised eyebrows and tapped his wristwatch. Damn, this was taking too much time! I had no choice. I took the cap off my jug and took a couple of swallows.
I felt that electric sensation shoot through me, and start building, building, BUILDING! Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It’s coming, oh man. I could feel it fucking coming. OH FUUUUUUUUCK! And my body began just exploding muscle. My chest started pulsing and heaving as it expanded to the size of basketballs. Fuck, it felt awesome—beyond awesome! “OOOOH YEAH!” I cried. My shoulders just seemed to stretch out impossibly wide and I could feel them growing dense with thick, cut muscle. Giant traps rose up next to my widening neck while I sensed huge slabs of muscle bulging up out of my back, making my entire body feel bigger and thicker. “AH HA HA HA!” I shouted. My whole frame was stretching up and up as my abs bulged up to the size of my fist. I flexed my upper arms, and they swelled and bulged bigger and bigger until they were nearly twice size of my head, with veins the width of my fingers running up and over their baseball sized peaks. And they felt like iron, like big balls of iron exploding out of my arm!
But almost as soon as it started it stopped. Except now, I had to be close to 8 feet tall and I felt like one impossibly wide mass of gigantic ripped muscles, one rolling into the next. Fuck, I was bigger than Kurt! But then that had been the idea. Of course it was only by a couple of inches in height, but I had to have nearly 100 pounds of ripped, powerful sinew on him. Now it was me grinning down at him across a massive shelf of giant striated pecs. Fuck yeah!
“Now get out of my way!” I shouted. Damn, my voice was lower, too!
I grabbed Kurt to shove him out of the way, but it was not easy and he put up a fight. Suddenly he knocked the jug out of my hands and I watched horrified and the entire contents spilled into the dirt. Fuck! Then he ripped his way out of my grasp.
“So you wanna play the growth game?” he said. “Now it’s my turn.” And he turned and started squeezing back through his door. Fuck! He was going for the barrel! Damn, if he got to it there was no telling how big he’d get! I had to stop him!
I grabbed him and tried to pull him out of the doorway. But it wasn’t exactly easy. He was fighting hard against me. I know I was bigger, but he was no creampuff, not by a long shot. He grabbed the doorframe and tried to use it to pull himself through. By I pulled at him with everything I had and CRACK, ripped him and the doorframe right out of the house.
“Look what you did to my front door!” he shouted as he busted apart the door frame, which had somehow still been squeezed around him, into toothpicks.
“Sorry,” I said.
“You’re going to be sorry alright,” he said. Then I saw the effect ripping out the door frame had had. Now there was a huge opening in the wall, one plenty big enough for Kurt to fit through. He made a dash for the barrel. I lunged for his legs and succeeded in bringing him down. His outstretched arms landed just a couple of feet from the barrel. Kurt tried to pull himself across the floor to it. I was holding him back, but it was taking everything I had. Suddenly Kurt swung around and made a grab at me. Before I knew it, we were rolling around on the floor, each one of us trying to get the upper hand on the other.
“Stop it!” cried Louis. “Stop it, you idiots; you’re going to spill the barrel!”
But Kurt and I weren’t listening. We were too busy trying to get and maintain holds on each other’s massive, rock-hard, ripped and powerful limbs—not a completely unpleasant experience, I promise you.
Then, out of the blue, I saw Louis dart and weave right past us. Kurt saw him too. The two of us stopped grappling long enough to see Louis hoist himself up by the barrel rim and then just swing himself over the top and in. PLUNK! He just disappeared from sight beneath the blue goop.
“Holy fuck!” we both yelled simultaneously.
I had just enough presence of mind to jump up and push the barrel over. Blue goop went everywhere. Both Kurt and I leapt back to avoid being hit by any. I think we both felt we were big enough. Any bigger and existing in the regular world would be a real problem. And out tumbled Louis, just covered in the pure blue slime. Man, his suit was completely ruined!
“AH AH ARRRGH!” yelled Louis, and then I saw it start to happen. I saw Louis start to grow. “AT LAST!” he yelled. Fuck, I was sure I could actually hear his skin stretching like a thick plastic wrap. The shoulders on his blazer started blowing out. Then there was a rapid popping as the seams let go, pushed apart by protruding rock hard flesh.
“OOOH AHH HA! ARGHHHHHH!” he yelled as his pant legs filled and tore. Gigantically muscled thighs exploded through the rips and his pants burst into tatters. RIP! SNAP!
“MY GOOOOOOD, YESSSSS! ARGHHHHHHHH OHHHHHH!”— His body spasmed. RIIIIIIIIIIIP! Monster biceps and immense forearms were ripping out, tearing free from his sleeves! “I FEEL MONSTEROUS!!!!! ARRRRRRRRGHHHHH!”
His form began stretching taller and taller. “YES!” He cried. “OH YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!”
Buttons were popping off of his oxford. “AARRRRGH!” Oh my God, the entire front of his shirt was just ripping to pieces as his massive pecs tore their way through and reduced it to shreds. And his entire torso just kept getting broader and broader. And his height… Jesus, he was at least 6 feet tall! And growing!
“AH HA HA HA HA ARRRGHHHH!” he cried. “Feels so good… ARRRRGHHHHHH!”
His growing, heaving pecs, blasted through the last remaining scraps of his shirt and thrust themselves out three feet in front of him. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” His neck thickened into a telephone pole and ripped apart his collar. His traps surged into massiveness. “OOOOAAAHHHH!” And together with his expanding delts blew out the rest off his blazer’s shoulders and sent it flopping to the ground. “ARRRGHH! OH OHHHHHH AH!”
With a final RIIIIIP, his pants completely gave way and fell to his feet past his shredded, pulsing thighs, which were now so huge they’d crush my truck just by themselves. ”NNNNNUNGHHHH!” Unbelievably a few pathetic scraps of his shirt still clung to that massive, heaving upper body, mostly plastered to it by sweat with a few tatters and threads still wrapped around those impossibly huge, swelling traps.
“OOOAHHHHGHHHHHH! MORE!” he shouted
And holy crap, look at those feet. His shoes had long since been ripped apart, the remains vanishing under the spreading soles of those gigantic feet. I’d seen toddlers that weren’t as big as those feet and they seemed to be growing even more, becoming more solid with heavier bones, throbbing veins, and widening toes!
He was getting so fucking tall now, blowing past Kurt and me, crashing through the ceiling, maybe 10 feet, no, 11 feet! Holy fucking crap! And he was about 8 fucking feet wide at those massive planetoid shoulders! Jesus, he was already gigantic! How big was he going to get?
“We should get out of here,” I said to Kurt, and he turned and ran. I meant to do the same thing but somehow I couldn’t take my eyes off that humongous mass of muscle that Louis called a body. I knew it was dangerous but no way could I miss this. His calves were rapidly blowing up past the size of basketballs, flaring out larger and flexing behind his giant thickening shin bones. And his knees… holy crap they were practically up to my chest! And they were completely overwhelmed by his expanding thighs. Oh my God, his upper legs were evolving into humungous, undulating, tightly woven masses of powerful sinew, shifting and bulging under his skin, getting bigger and bigger and bigger. And fuck, they were as wide as the fucking doorway! I could totally fit inside one of those suckers. And as massively wide as his legs got, they also stretched longer, making that colossal body even more impossibly tall.
“Jesus, Matt!” I heard Kurt cry. “What are you doing? Get the hell out of there!”
I was looking right up through the hole he’d made in the ceiling. Fuck, his abs were thrusting out of his stomach, growing, widening into eight deeply carved, solid bricks of muscle that violently heaved in and out with every monster breath he took. “OOOOAAAAHHHHGGHH!
Damn. His forearms were evolving into enormous bulging and swelling masses of ripped cords and tendons just glutted with power. They had to be every bit as long as I was tall and they were thicker, much, much fucking thicker. His biceps were massive globes of vein covered sinew. Fuck his peaks probably had more muscle than my entire body.
AHH AHHHH AHHHHHHHHH!” he shouted as his pecs erupted to the size of wrecking balls, huge and ribbed with thick muscle fibers and his gargantuan lats spread out behind him about as wide as a two car garage.
I heard the sound of crunching wood and metal his head collided with the roof. Fuck.
Louis was a true giant. The fucking size of him… he was just so fucking massive. His bulk was just so overwhelming, so much fucking muscle over every bulging inch of him. At about 20 feet tall and more than 15 feet wide at the shoulders, Louis was a mountain of massive, heaving muscle.
And he was still getting bigger…
I heard the creaking of metal and the snapping of breaking beams as Louis raised his impossibly massive arms and pushed up the roof. “AAARRRRGHHHHH!” he cried. “Try and… AHHH!...contain me now…HA HA HA HA!”
I dove under a table to escape the falling debris. A huge chunk of roof fell right on the pool of blue goo, completely covering it. Oh well there was no way I could stop this now, even if I wanted to.
I stuck my head out to see what was happening. Most of the roof had been torn away and Louis’s expanding, cut mega shoulders were now ripping the rest of it apart as they heaved their way through. And he was still getting bigger!
The rest of the house started coming down around me and I realized if I didn’t’ get out soon, it would probably kill me. I made a run for the door. I had to go straight past one of his fucking mammoth feet. Damn, it was half the size of my truck! And the calf above it was bulging out beyond belief. It had to be about the size of one of those smart cars and completely ripped to shreds, and each gigantic muscle was clearly defined as it heaved and pulsed under his skin. And that was nothing compared to his fucking thigh. But I couldn’t stop to look. Pieces of roof and wall were falling down all around me. Weaving and dodging, I made it to the door and ran out.
Kurt was there and some police had arrived, but they didn’t notice me at all. They were too busy staring at the massive muscle monster exploding out of the roof. Louis looked like he was having the time of his life. His impossible arms came smashing out into the open. He raised them and gave a mighty flex. Holy crap, I’d seen cars smaller than his arms. Then he strode forward right through the wall just like it hadn’t been there. I found myself ducking again to avoid the flying bricks, wood and glass as Kurt’s house completely collapsed behind him. Holy crap, he had to be 25 feet tall and he was as wide as a house. And his muscles…fuck…
He had huge thick mountainous traps dwarfing his sequoia neck. He had gigantic, satiated planetoid delts supporting enormous upper arms that consisted of several giant muscle masses, all pushed together and bulging out where ever they could find room. His forearms were taller than my entire body, and much, much wider, each one a huge, writhing network of thick woven cords. His chest was two massive globes of sinew, hard, solid and ripped. They were so huge they looked like architectural features more than body parts except that they heaved in and out with each colossal breath that he took.
Each ab was a concrete slab of muscle, and there were ten of them leading down to his monster cock which had to be about 3 feet long, as thick as a sewer pipe, and it was just as stiff as one, too. I couldn’t help but think I could probably straddle it with both legs and ride it.
And his legs, crap, his thighs were so big around, they’d give a tanker truck a run for its money, and I could see each and every gigantic leg muscle bulge and ripple as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Hold it right there!” said a policeman on a megaphone. “You’re coming with us.”
“I think not,” boomed Louis. “I’m not accompanying you now or ever.” Then he raised his giant foot and brought it down on their empty vehicle, and then there was a huge, rending, bending, twisting metal sound as he crushed it like a bug.
“Any questions?” said Louis.
Fuck.
One of the cops just panicked and started shooting at him. And then the other one joined in. But those bullets weren’t more than bee stings to Louis now. All it did was piss him off. He raised his fucking arm. Damn, it was packed with enormous, bulging, ripped to hell muscles big as fucking cars and bigger than both cops put together. He swung it at them and they went flying at least 30 yards. Fuck me.
Louis watched them pick themselves up and scuttle off and he laughed.
“Whoa, Louis, I called up to him. “Chill, will ya?”
“Chill?” he laughed looking down at me, “I’m just getting started. I’m gonna make them pay for every time they laughed at me, for every time they brushed me aside. I’m gonna wreck their whole god dam city!”
“But what about Greg?” I yelled up. “You got what you wanted. You have to let him go!”
Louis just laughed again. “You are so simple minded; I don’t know why I like you so much. I never had him. I confiscated his phone then sent him home and told him to wait to for me. He’s probably still there, the moron!” He laughed some more and then kicked a parked car about twenty yards down the road with one of his massive bulging legs.
Suddenly he froze and his eyes went wide. “Hold on to your hats, boys,” he called. “Looks like the shows not over yet!”
He started and then suddenly it began to happen again. I heard this weird kind of bubbling stretching noise as Louis started getting even bigger. His colossal shoulders were stretching out broader and swelling up to the size of a VW. His bis were bulging into massive vein covered mountains. Hi pecs were inflating like two fucking blimps. His abs were developing into boulders, the crevices between them became canyons. And, fuck, he was stretching taller!
He flexed his impossibly gigantic arms. Christ, it was like watching a building flex. Huge domes of rock hard veiny muscle rose up on each arm. Jesus…
“YES!” he cried, his booming voice shattering a near-by window, “Much better!”
Fuck, he had to be 40 feet tall and he was muscle, all fucking muscle. All over his entire gigantic body, it didn’t look like there was anything under his skin but one massive muscle after another. Damn, I was overcome just looking at him. And suddenly he just started trashing everything in sight! I couldn’t take my eyes of him until pa chunk of a house landed 10 yards away from me. Then I grabbed Kurt and the two of us started running in the other direction.
“What the fuck???” yelled Kurt, when we finally stopped about 10 blocks away. “What the fuck just happened?”
“What do you think just fucking happened?” I said. “The EPA guy just went Godzilla on us!”
“Jesus, he sure did,” said Kurt. “I wonder if they can fire him for that.”
“For the last time, he’s not with the EPA!” I shouted. “EPA guys don’t go around smashing houses!” Then I saw the light dawn in his eyes.
“My house!” cried Kurt. “He broke my house!”
“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t stolen the fucking barrel!” I shouted.
“Well, I wouldn’t have stolen the barrel if you hadn’t been fucking Jenna!” He shouted back.
“Look, Kurt, how many times do I have to tell you? I have no interest in Jenna! She’s all yours, lock, stock and fucking cunt!”
“Hey don’t talk about my girlfriend like that!”
“Ok. How’s this? She’s all yours, lock, stock and fucking pussy!”
“Ok, that’s better!… isn’t it?”
“What are we going to do, Kurt?” I said. “This is all our fault!”
“Our fault?” he said “How is this our fault?”
“If we hadn’t found that barrel in the woods and brought it back, none of this would be happening.”
“Maybe,” said Kurt, “or maybe he would have found it eventually on his own. We don’t know. Anyway, even if it is our fault, what can we do about it? You’d need an army to stop him now. And it’s not like there’s any antidote.”
“Antidote?” The word hit me like a lightning bolt. “Of course! Kurt, you’re a genius!”
“No, I’m not,” said Kurt. “Even I know I’m not… wait a minute. You mean there’s an antidote?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe, maybe not, but if there’s a chance…” Suddenly I was trying to remember; where did Bob live?
“Kurt do you have your phone?” I asked. “I kind of lost mine when my pants split apart, and I didn’t think to pick it up at the time. I don’t know; I guess I was kind of distracted.”
“S’ok, Bro, been there, done that,” said Kurt as he pulled his phone of out a pocket in his XXXXL basket ball shorts. Damn, I needed to get myself a pair of those. It was getting more than a little drafty, since everything I had was out swinging in the breeze. I would have asked Kurt to borrow a pair of his, but his house was pretty much a pile of rubble now. Guess I’d have to make do with… well, nothing.
I tried to use the phone to find Bob’s address, but my fingers had gotten way too big to type on the tiny keyboard.
“Just talk to it,” said Kurt. “Its voice activated. I can’t type on the damn thing either.”
I quickly found Bob’s address. Thank God it wasn’t far, just a few blocks. We should be able to run there pretty quickly, even faster since our strides were considerably longer and our legs were way, way stronger.
“Come on, Kurt!” I cried and we took off. Damn our footfalls were cracking the asphalt and setting off car alarms. I’d’ve been pretty damn excited about it if I couldn’t see gigantic Louis in the distance laughing and ripping up an office building with his bare hands. Fuck, it looked like he’d gotten even bigger!
We got to Bob’s house just as his Mom’s minivan was pulling into the driveway. Damn, Bob was out front waiting for it with the tiny bottle in his hand.
“No! Wait! Stop!” I cried!
Bob did stop, but I think he was frozen at the sight of two behemoths running at him full speed, one of them completely naked—which was me.
Then the door to the minivan opened and out stepped and out stepped Bob’s brother Brian. Damn, he was just as big as us.
Bob snapped out of it, as soon as he saw his massive baby brother. He uncorked the bottle and made a run for Brian.
“Stop, Bob, stop!” I yelled, but it didn’t have the effect I wanted. Instead, Brian turned and saw us running his way, which meant his back was to Bob, so he wouldn’t see his older brother coming at him with the antidote. It a couple of seconds it would be over. And we were too far away. We weren’t going to get there until it was too late!
Then I did something I kind of regretted. “Brian, watch out!” I yelled. “Bob’s got the antidote!”
I have to say it amazed me that Brian seemed to know exactly what I was talking about. He turned around in a flash, much faster than you’d think someone of his bulk could turn around, and grabbed Bob by the wrist just as his brother was going to empty the bottle on him.
Then he lifted his brother up by the wrist with one hand and looked him in the eye. “Whacha got there, puny? You trying to shrink me?”
“N… n… no…,” said Bob.
“I think maybe you were,” said Brian.
Kurt and I jogged up and Bob gave me the glare of death and said, “You fucked me over, asshole!”
I’d have to say that was pretty brave of Bob to say something like that considering he was surrounded by three behemoths, two of which had good cause to beat the living crap out of him. I know I thought he looked kind of big at one point, but now he looked like a malnourished toddler next to our giant, impossibly muscular bodies.
Brian turned to me and said, “Whoa, bro, you saved my ass. I guess I owe you.”
“Well, there are two things you could do for me,” I said. “First, I need that antidote.”
He reached over with his left hand and easily popped the bottle out of his brother’s fingers, which I imagine were getting a little numb by this point. Being very careful not to spill it, he gave the bottle to me.
“What’s the other thing?” he said.
“Lend me a pair of shorts?”
He did better than that. He also lent me a pair of shoes. He offered me a t-shirt too, but fuck that! I didn’t want any t-shirt covering up my medicine ball biceps, mountainous pecs and brick wall abs! Hell no! Let the world gape at the overwhelming wonder of my massive, bulging, muscular torso, and be awed.
And what about Bob? Brian had been dragging him around the house like a toddler with a rag doll. He wouldn’t let go of him for anything. I didn’t feel too bad for Bob. After all he had betrayed me and set into motion a series of events that may well bring about the end of western civilization! I was pretty sure we could leave Brian to deal with him.
I explained to the both of them what was going on. I quick check of CNN confirmed the basic facts. Louis was on a rampage, just creating a path of destruction wherever he went, and apparently having a blast doing it. I’d never seen anyone look happier. And it looked like he’d even had yet another growth spurt and gotten even bigger.
“You think the antidote will stop him?” asked Brian.
“I don’t know,” I said. “There’s a chance Louis was lying to Bob, and this shit won’t do anything. But we’ve got to try.”
“Why don’t we test it?” suggested Kurt.
There was an awkward silence, since none of us wanted to be the guinea pig. I mean, what if it worked?
“I know!” said Brian, “We can test it on him.” He dragged Bob up by the wrist, displaying him like a fish he’d just caught.”
“No!” cried Bob.
“What do you think?” Kurt asked me.
“Well, Bob did put on about 30 pounds with the shit,” I said. “We could put, like, a drop on him and see if he looses any of it.”
“If he does it’ll be fine by me!” said Brian.
“No, please, no!” said Bob
“Shut up, runt,” said Brian. “You got us into this! You’re lucky we don’t pulp you right now!”
While I hated the idea of shrinking anybody, even Bob, I hated the idea of going after mega-muscle-giant-Louis with this junk, not knowing if it would even work, more. And Bob did kind of bring it on himself.
“Ok,” I said. “Hold him steady.”
Bob started struggling wildly, but with Kurt and Brian holding him, he had about the same chance as a leaf in a tornado. I ripped of his shirt with one yank and very, very carefully, tapped a drop out of the bottle and onto the center of his chest.
We all held our breaths, and then slowly but certainly we saw poor Bob begin to shrink. His pecs deflated, his abs softened up, and his arms lost a lot of their size. It worked!
Bob was very upset when we let the little stick-boy go, and he scuttled off practically in tears.
“Let this be a lesson to you,” I shouted after him. “You don’t sell out your friends!”
Great, that was out of the way. Now all I had to do was get close enough to giant Louis with out getting crushed, and spill some of the antidote on him without getting any on myself. Easy, hunh? Oh yeah, piece of cake.
“Ok, who’s coming?” I said to Kurt and Brian.
“C…c…coming?” said Kurt. “Why don’t we just give the stuff to the police; let them do it?”
“Are you serious?” I said.
Kurt just nodded.
“Ok, consider for a minute that they actually believe us—which is doubtful in the extreme. They’re gonna wanna know where we got the stuff and how we got so big. Sure we can go to the police, if you’re down with spending the next few years at some government lab somewhere.”
“I’ll go,” said Brian.
“Really?” I said.
“Sure, sounds like fun,” said Brian.
“Fun,” stuttered Kurt, “are you kidding? You weren’t there. You didn’t seem him smash apart a house with just his massive arms.” Kurt gulped.
“Awesome!” said Brian. “Let’s go!”
“Come on, Kurt,” I said. “This is our mess. Now let’s go clean it up.”
Then Brian and I started off, with Kurt trailing morosely behind us. “I don’t even have a will,” he said.
“What are you worrying about?” I said. “Louis destroyed everything you own. You got nothing to leave to anyone.”
“Oh yeah,” said Kurt, “that makes me feel loads better.”
Louis was not hard to find. We just had to follow the billowing dust cloud, the deafening crashing noises and the swarming news copters and we found him pretty quickly.
The police had cordoned off the area, but really it wasn’t hard getting past them. As soon as some clueless motorist distracted their attention, it was easy to just step over the barriers and continue on our way.
We found Louis standing astride on a rubble pile that used to be a 10 story building, attacking another office building next door. At this time I’d say the score was Louis: 100 -- Office Buildings: 0.
A military type helicopter flew up and fired a missile at him. Louis batted it away and it went crashing into another office building. There was a tremendous explosion! Kurt, Brian and I ran for cover from all the flying debris. When the smoke cleared, another few acres of land had been cleared for future development. I don’t think the military will try that again. Talk about the cure being worse than the disease!
Louis was there alternating between pounding on his massive chest and knocking the concrete out of that other building.
“Ok, boss, what’s the plan?” asked Brian.
Oh…Yeah… Plan… I should make one of those.
My first idea was just to rush him, but in order to get to him, we’d have to scale a rubble pile and least 3 stories tall, and from the looks of all the jagged concrete, rebar, and twisted steel beams, rushing just wasn’t an option.
Sneaking up on him was next. He was fully occupied in disassembling that building, so one of us should be able to get close enough to dose him.
The other guys thought my plan was great—as long as somebody else did the sneaking.
Well, I guess it was my plan, so I guess I should be the one to carry it out. Carefully clutching the small bottle I began to climb slowly up the broken slabs of concrete. I was trying to be as quiet as I could. But, you know, I was still pretty new to being an 8-foot-tall behemoth with ridiculously hard and massive muscles exploding out all over my torso, making its dimensions impossibly huge and powerful, but a little awkward. I was finding grace and stealth to be quite a challenge. I would grab onto a piece of concrete a little too hard and it would crumble beneath my insanely strong fingers.
Once a concrete slab actually snapped and I lost my balance. I grabbed desperately for a steel girder. It saved me from falling but I could feel it bending and squashing under my unbelievably powerful grip.
I finally made it to the top of the ruin and I saw the unbelievably massive sight of Louis just a few yards away from me. He was at least 60 feet high now and just a mountain of muscle. His planetoid biceps alone must have weighed several tons. And he was just ripping the infrastructure out of that office building and letting it fall all around him. Fuck, I couldn’t get near him without risking getting crushed by a piece of it!
I heard and noise behind me and turned to find that Brian had followed me up.
“What are you doing here, bro?” I asked.
“I thought you might need a backup,” he said.
“What about Kurt?” I asked.
“Yeah… He thought it was best if he stayed below and was the backup for the backup.”
That’s my buddy, Kurt.
“Ok, there’s no way we’re going to get near him with all that shit flying around,” I said. “So, one of us needs to distract him while the other one hits him with the antidote.”
Brian looked a little uncertain until I said, “I’ll distract him. It will be easier for me. I know him.”
“You know him?”
“A long story,” I said handing him the antidote bottle. “Be careful with this and as soon as he stops throwing shit, hit him with it!”
“Got it,” said Brian taking the bottle.
“Oh well, better get this over with,” I said and I turned and walked as close as I could to the massive muscle giant.
“Hey Louis!” I called. At first, he didn’t hear me but I repeated myself even louder, “Louis!”
Suddenly he stopped and started looking around. It didn’t take him long to spot me.
“YOU!” he bellowed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
“You know… I just thought I’d stop by and see how the wanton destruction was going.”
Louis just laughed.
Fuck, he’d stopped throwing things and had his attention focused on me. Why wasn’t Brian striking?
“Come up here so we can talk face to face,” said Louis. Then he reached down and grabbed me. Fuck! Where was fucking Brian?!
As Louis lifted me into the air, I looked back towards Brain and to my horror saw that the last piece of rubble Louis had thrown had landed right on top of him. Jeeze, it looked like the remains of an entire room! It hadn’t killed him but it probably would have if he hadn’t been an 8-foot-tall musclebound behemoth. Anyway, he was completely pinned beneath it, but I could still see the antidote bottle unbroken and clutched in his outstretched, waving hand.
But I had other problems. I was face to face with a 60 foot muscle giant and I was painfully aware of the size of his mouth. Damn, he could swallow me with one gulp!
“What do you think of my handy work?” he said, gesturing to the several blocks of devastation that surrounded us.
If I knew one thing it was that I’d better humor him. “On a Richter scale of 1 to 10, I’d say we’re looking at an 8.3,” I replied.
He laughed again.
“Just wait til I’m done. We’ll get that up to a 10!”
I looked around and spotted Kurt in the far distance below staring up at me, wide eyed.
“Maybe,” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “But what you need is a backup! Even better, a backup for a backup!”
Kurt obviously got my message because even from this distance I could tell he was terrified.
“And I suppose you’re applying for the job,” said Louis.
“Sure,” I said, trying not to be too obvious about watching Kurt. He had started climbing up the debris.
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” said Louis. “About the only thing you’re good for is an afternoon snack.”
Holy shit!
“You don’t want to eat me,” I said. “Who else knows your story? Who else will be around to write the saga of Louis, the Terrible?”
Hurry up Kurt! I could see he had reached the top, but he hadn’t spotted Brian yet.
“Louis the Terrible? That’s a horrible name,” said Louis.
“Really?” I said. “What would you like to be called?”
Thank God! Kurt spotted Brian and he was moving toward him.
Louis seemed to be thinking about my question. That was a break, I needed every second I could get. Good, Kurt had the bottle.
“How about Louis, the Destroyer?” said Louis. “That’s a much better name, and I don’t really need you to write my story. I’d do it better myself… for the pathetic few who’ll be left to read it.” He chuckled, then slammed his massive fist into the building again, causing a rain of concrete and glass.
Kurt had been sneaking up on Louis and now he was dodging the falling rubble. Crap! He almost dropped the bottle! Damn it, Kurt! If you fuck this up, after Louis eats me, I hope he shits me all over you!
“No,” said Louis, as if coming to a conclusion, “I think you would make a far better snack than a biographer.”
“Kurt!” I shouted. “Hurry up! He’s going to eat me!”
Louis looked down to the ground and spotted Kurt. “What’s this?” he said. “It looks like your little friend. Good. I’m pretty hungry and you, alone, wouldn’t have satisfied my appetite at all.”
Louis lifted up his foot and tried to step on Kurt! But Kurt managed to dive out of the way.
Louis laughed. “This will be fun.” Then suddenly, all the humor went out of his eyes as he presumably spotted what Kurt had in his hand.
“No…,” he said, as Kurt lobbed the bottle at his shin. I heard the glass break. Louis dropped me, and I fell like a rock about 50 feet to the ground. If I hadn’t been a fucking beast, the fall would probably have killed me. As it was, it didn’t exactly tickle. All the wind was knocked out of me, I hurt all over, and I was barely conscious as I saw Louis start to dwindle.
His muscles seemed to be collapsing in on themselves as he slowly shrank in height.
“No! No! This isn’t happening!” he shouted. “This isn’t fair!”
And I’m afraid that’s the last thing I remember before I passed out.
I came to in a hospital, surrounded my Mom and Kurt and even Greg was there!
“What happened?” I asked. “Where’s Louis?”
“Don’t worry,” said Kurt. “He shrank all the way down to his former midget size and now he’s been hauled away. From all reports, he’ll never see the light of day again.”
“And Brian?” I asked.
“He’s next door,” said Kurt. “He’ll be fine. They were going to put you guys in the same room, but you wouldn’t fit.”
“And what about….” I said, flexing my tremendous bicep.
“Yeah,” said Kurt, “That all came out. They know how Louis was using us—a bunch of unwitting kids—to test his serum. All of us have come forward about it, even Bob.” Kurt winked. “The doctor says you’re a medical miracle, and you should be outta here by tomorrow. Which is a good thing since the city is giving you, Brian and me medals.”
“Medals?” I said.
“For saving the city! In fact, we’re meeting with the mayor in about 20 minutes. So, we gotta go. Your mom is standing in for you.”
“So good to see you awake again, sweetie,” my mom said, and suddenly she and Kurt said their goodbyes and were gone. Now it was just me and Greg.
“Kurt told me what you were willing to do for me,” said Greg.
He did? Oh fuck. I could feel myself going red in the face.
“And I just want you to know, I think you’re the sexiest thing in the universe.”
Again, more blushing and no words.
“It’s just you’re just so big now, if we tried anything you’d probably break me,” he said casting his eyes over my enormous, hugely muscular torso. And I know I’ll never get even close to your size.”
“I don’t know,” I said, finally rediscovering the power of speech. “We can be creative… at least until spring comes.”
“Spring? What does that have to do with anything?” asked Greg.
“You’d be surprised,” I said. “Can you swim?”
THE END