The Hulk Pill (Part 1)

[Jaypat]

I kind of hacked this one, but it did the trick for me so I thought I'd share.

***just to clarify, when I say I hacked this, I mean I took some lazy shortcuts, but this is still all my writing.***


Part 2
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Part 4
Part 5


ONE

“Hey, dude, come here,” said my scraggly looking friend.

“What is it, Boz?” I asked.

“Check this out. It’s a hulk pill,” he said producing a capsule that looked more like an extra strength Tylenol than anything else.

“A what?”

“A hulk pill. It’s filled with all these nanobots. You take it and they go in, rewrite your DNA, then power you up so you grow huge like the Hulk-- except you’re not green.”

God, what was Boz on today? “Well, that’s a deal breaker for me,” I said. “What’s the point of being the hulk if you’re not green? I mean it’s got to be against hulk union rules or something.”

“I’m serious, Bro,” said Boz.

“No you’re not. Anyway, where would you even get something like that?”

“My brother works for a biotech firm. He got this for me because he knows how much I get picked on.”


“Picked on? You sound like you’re in the fifth grade. We’re in high school now. Here, you get bullied.”

“Yeah, well, whatever you call it, it sucks,” he said.

“So, why don’t you swallow the hulk pill and show me how it works,” I said.

“No way, dude. I don’t wanna be that big. It’d be too freaky. But you work out. You’re, like, Mr. Gym Rat. You take it, and then you can like kick anyone’s butt that ties to mess with me.”

“Like I don’t already,” I said.

“I know, I know,” said Boz, “but this should make it easier.” He handed me the pill and I looked at it. It still said Tylenol to me.

“Seriously, Boz, what is it?”

“I told you. It’s a hulk pill. Take it and see.”

I couldn’t tell if he seriously believed what he was telling me or not. I was petty sure whatever it was it was harmless. Maybe his brother gave it to him as some kind of psychological confidence booster. I didn’t really want to take the thing, but I didn’t want to hurt Boz’s feelings either. I stuck it in my pocket. “I’ll take it later,” I said. “I don’t want to freak everyone out by turning into the hulk in the middle of the hallway.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said. And I didn’t think about it again until I got home. As I ran up the stairs toward my room, I could hear the sound of metal clanking. God, my poor, pathetic 16-year-old little brother Brad was using my weight set again.

“Off the bench, Bradley,” I said as I walked in. I called him Bradley because I knew it bugged the shit out of him. He wanted to be called Brad, but I’m sorry, he just didn’t look like a Brad to me. He looked like a Bradley.

God, the kid was trying to bench twenty pounds and he was having trouble. He looked incredibly dorky wearing an oxford shirt and workout shorts. And that dorky beard of his didn’t help either. He had about three whiskers growing out of his chin and he wouldn’t shave them off no matter how much my mom begged him. He said to shave them would be an assault on his manhood. I thought they looked like crap, but I refused to side with mom on this one. With his boyish baby face and wispy body, there was precious little about him that was man-like. Let him keep his three hairs.

“You know mom doesn’t want you working out with weights until your 17. You could hurt yourself.”

“That is total bullshit,” said my skinny-ass brother, jumping off the bench “You worked out when you were my age, and you didn’t hurt yourself.”

“Well, you’re not me,” I said. Actually I was not bad for an 18-year-old. I was very proud of my 16 inch biceps, my softball shoulders and pecs, and my cut six pack. I knew my brother thought they were cool, too, because he wanted some just like them. But the kid just wasn’t built for it. I mean I know we had a lot of the same genes, but for some reason he just didn’t have the natural girth I’d had at his age. He’d always been small and skinny. I looked at him standing there, his stick legs swimming around in a pair of black workout shorts. His oxford shirt was so loose on his pole-like body, he looked like an umbrella someone had forgotten to open. I couldn’t really blame him for the shirt, though. Mom had bought it big, figuring his growth spurt was on the way so he’d grow into it. That was two years ago. He never did.

“Put a little meat on your bones before you hit the weights,” I said. “Eat right, do some sit ups, pull ups and push ups—you know, all that up stuff. You gotta have a good foundation to build on,” I said pulling my keys and other junk out of my pocket and tossing them on my desk. Then I saw the hulk pill mixed in with all the other crap.

“Here,” I said, picking it up. “Take this.” I handed it to him.

“What is it?” he said, taking it.

“It’s a hulk pill,” I said.

“It is not,” he said.

I couldn’t help chuckling at that. “Seriously, that’s what the guy who gave it to me said it was—a hulk pill.”

“You gotta be kidding.”

“I don’t know what it is, probably some new kind of supplement. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure it’s harmless. Go on, take it. Maybe it’ll help.”

He looked at me. He looked at the pill, shrugged and then swallowed it down.

“So how is it supposed to—“ but he didn’t finish his sentence.

I heard a kind rumbling and churning. It seemed to come deep inside him. It started soft, but began getting louder and louder as his entire skinny frame began to shake. “Ahhh! Ahhhh!” he cried. It was like his whole body was vibrating, faster and faster and faster. Then it cut out. He stated swaying like he was dizzy. “Oh fuck, bro,” he said, breathlessly, “Oh fuck.” He staggered a little and had to steady himself on the weight bench.

“You ok, Bradley?” I asked, starting to get a little scared about what I might have just given him.

“What was in that thing?” he said. “That was fucking amazing. Like my whole body was getting off.”

Whoa, his voice sounded deeper.

“Oh Jeeze,” he said, grabbing the bench. “I think it’s starting again.” Then the rumbling and shaking began once more and in a matter of seconds it had spread all across his body.

“Awwwwwwwe fuck,” he said. “This is… This is awesome. I think… I think something’s happening.” And then his meager, thin frame began to change. I noticed it in his hands first. The veins were rising out of them, getting thicker. And on his arms, the same thing. The sleeves on his oxford were rolled up and I watched as veins emerged from his smooth skin and wrapped his forearms in heavy, web-like patterns. Brad saw it too. He raised them up in front of him and stared at them slack jawed. And then his limbs began to get thicker. I could see hard lumps forming under his skin. Oh my God, were those…? Yes they were. He was growing muscles! And not just on his arms. I could see his shirt shifting as his skinny torso swelled beneath it. And thick cords of sinew were sprouting up on his needle-thin legs. It was happening all-fucking-over him.

“Holy fuck, bro! Can you see this?” he cried “Can you see what’s happening to me?”

I could only nod mutely.

His forearms were easiest to see. Muscles were surfacing and thickening, turning his flat, featureless limbs into an undulating landscape of cords and tendons. And I could see his sleeves starting to fill as his upper arms began expanding. And beneath his shirt buttons, his flat, knobby pecs were bulging out, becoming rounder, fuller. And then… fuck, was he…? Yeah, he was. He was getting taller. Slowly his stunted legs were stretching, inching upward. He looked up at me wide-eyed as his feet shuffled back and forth trying to keep his balance. “OhmyGod OhmyGod OhmyGod,” he said.

Then he turned and looked at his reflection in my full length mirror and gasped. I couldn’t blame him. He hardly resembled the kid he’d been just a minute ago. He filled that shirt like it had been cut for him. He had a prominent chest, thick athletic arms and wide shoulders. He flexed and watched as large biceps bulged up on his formally skinny arms. Suddenly that wide-eyed, shocked expression evaporated, and was replaced by a shit-eating grin.

“Yes!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “This is awesome! Look at me, Bro! Look at my fucking guns! They feel incredible, like fucking cement. That pill worked great!”

He dropped his arms, then he started shaking again. “Ahhhh. Oh shit! Oh shit, it’s still happening… YES! IT’S STILL HAPPEING!” Suddenly that shirt didn’t look like it fit him anymore. It looked too small. Buttons were straining. Seams were stressing. He flexed his arms again and I could see his biceps bulging up bigger and bigger, stretching his sleeves tighter and tighter and then suddenly ripping them apart, and exploding out as big veiny balls of rock hard muscle.

“FUCK YEAH!” yelled my brother, staring at his magnificent, bulging arms. “Check this shit out! I’m fucking huge!”

I couldn’t think of anything to say as I stood there staring at two of the most perfect biceps I’d ever seen erupting out of the shredded sleeves of my dorky kid brother’s oxford. Damn. But my attention was quickly pulled away as the front of his shirt slowly ballooned out. He saw what I was looking at and laughed. “You see that, bro?” he asked. “I can feel it, like two boulders pushing their way out of my chest, and it feels awesome!”

He grinned and flexed his chest. There was a pop pop pop as one by one the upper buttons flew off and his shirt parted revealing two expanding striated mounds of muscle beneath. “Oh yeah,” he said, rubbing his hand over his giant pecs. “Look at them. They feel like iron, like fucking iron.” His hands slid down and buttons flew off in all directions as he ripped open the rest of his shirt revealing his stomach. At first it was as smooth as always; but then I saw the outline of a six pack starting to form, growing more and more distinct until he actually had abs. He passed his hand over them. They looked hard and solid. But it didn’t stop there; they kept getting larger, pushing out, and bulking up, like stepping stones across his waist. In seconds his stomach had solidified out into a wall of powerful, brick-like abdominals. “Oh man, oh man, oh man,” he said as he ran his hand over the bumpy surface, “so fucking hard.”

He looked over at me and grinned; and I suddenly noticed that the two of us were eye to eye. “Hey, bro, what’s up?” he said. Holy crap, in the past few seconds he had shot up six inches, and God only knew how much heavier he was. With all that fucking muscle he looked a lot heavier.

“I got a little bigger, didn’t I?” he said flexing for me. “Holy fuck! I’m bigger than you!” And then that grin came back. “… little bro.”

I swallowed hard. Jesus, he was right. Look at all that fucking muscle, those hard full pecs shoving their way out of his torn, open shirt and shadowing those carved abs, and those thick arms, bulging out through his shredded sleeves. The sheer size of his bicep prevented him from bending his arm too much. Fuck, those things had to be at least 18 inches. Damn, he looked totally jacked, really fucking powerful.

“Holy shit,” I said. “That pill made you huge, Bradley!”

“I’m fucking Brad, dude,” he said grabbing my shoulder. Jesus, his grip was like iron, “Call me fucking Brad. And…. Whoa!” He suddenly dropped me and raised his hands up in front of him. “It’s happening again…” he said. Was it my imagination or did they look thicker. They were thicker. I heard a creaking, stretching kind of noise as his hands began getting larger and longer and wider. There was a loud snap as Brad’s leather watch band ripped in two. It was a freaking incredible sight. His hands were changing right in front of my eyes. They were a man’s hands, not the thin, feeble appendages he used to have.

And the change wasn’t lost on him. He was staring at them, opening and closing his fists, turning them frontward and backward, looking at every aspect of them, as they continued to increase in size.

“Nice,” he said. But damn, they looked way too big for his body…

And then his feet… I heard a ripping and popping sound as the sneaker top tore free from the sole, wedged apart by his lengthening feet. And they were glorious feet, thick, with wide sturdy toes, nothing like the narrow spindly things he used to have, and they were just gigantic. If he were to grow into them… fuck…

“Jeeze, bro my feet… look at the size of my feet,” said Brad “You know what that means?”

He stood up straight, and then stepped right up next to me so that his eyeballs were level with my forehead. He was taller than me! Fuck, my little brother was taller than me!

“How’s the view down there?” he said, grinning, “cause it’s pretty sweet from up here!”

I looked up at him. Damn, he wasn’t just taller than me, with all that bulk he was staring to look fucking colossal!

“Awwwwwe man, it’s starting again,” he said. “It’s start—ah ah ahhhhhhhhh!” He began shaking, and then as I watched, his muscles started bulking up all over his body as he slowly got even taller. “Ahhhhhhh!” he cried as his back grew wider and thicker, it stretched the hell out of his shirt. Threads began popping and tearing as his great, thick lats erupted out from the sides. “Oh fuck!” he cried. Seconds later his shirt ripped open right down the center of his thick muscular back, “OH FUCK ME!” he yelled and huge globular shoulder muscles tore out of the arms. “FUUUUUK ME!” he cried as his expanding muscled torso ripped his shirt into shreds and it fell to a pathetic heap on the ground.

“Oh my fucking God, LOOK AT ME!” he shouted and flexed. His upper arms swelled into gigantic twin granite peaks. The shoulders above them were the size of cannonballs. His forearms were great wedges of muscle leading up to his thick heavy fists. My former stick-boy of a brother was now looking way down at me over his huge shredded pecs—fuck, I was bending my neck to look up at my kid brother and he was fucking gigantic.

“Yes!” he shouted. “Oh God, yes! Look how fucking massive I am! I can’t tell you how much I fucking love this!” Suddenly his eyes went wide again. “I don’t believe it,” he said. “It’s starting again! Ahhhh… Ahhhhh….AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK YEAH!” he yelled and exploded upward, his mammoth muscles expanded to keep pace, making his monstrous frame unbelievably massive. “SO FUCKING HUGE!” he shouted as his shoulders stretched out further and further as grew into huge balls of rock hard flesh. Colossal traps rose up and merged with his thickening neck and I could see his back getting thicker and wider behind him. And God, he had to be more than seven feet tall! There was nothing kid-like about his body now. He looked like a man… no, not even a man, a fucking god.

“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!” he yelled as his workout shorts were tearing up the sides, releasing two mammoth thighs which were bulging out to an unbelievable volume. In a moment those huge muscles, writhing and swelling under his skin, blew his shorts away completely, leaving him naked in the center of my room. I looked down, I couldn’t help it. He had a dick that would put a bull to shame, and it was standing straight up at attention.

“FUCK, YEAH!” he shouted looking at it. He didn’t care. His body was awesome, a fucking thing of beauty and unbelievable power, and he knew it.

“Holy fuck!” he shouted and he began to shake. “HERE IT FUCKING COMES AGAIN!” He flexed his already massive arms and watched them bulge up into veiny peeked mountains and then grow even larger. His shoulders continued to stretch outward, further and further, exploding into incredible globes of unbelievable size that flowed down and melded with his titanic pecs. His back pushed out further, causing his entire upper body to grow wider and wider as he continued to grow taller and taller. He was just fucking mountainous now. He looked down at me now, way, way down. I felt like a child, looking up from the shadow of his massive, bulging chest.

And then it was over. Brad pulled a most muscular and every one of his incredibly large, incredibly powerful muscles bulged out all over him. It was a sight not to be believed. He had to be somewhere near eight feet tall, weighing more than a ton. The fucking size of him… How could this muscle mountain be my skinny little brother? He was a fucking monster.

“Jesus, Brad, look at you,” I said.

“Yeah, look at me,” answered Brad, flexing his right arm and running his left hand all over it. “I’m fucking awesome.”

I gulped. I was terrified. In a matter of minutes Brad had gone from wimp-boy to an incredibly wide, impossibly thick towering mass of heaving muscle. His wrecking ball shoulders were brushing opposite walls. His head was scraping the ceiling. He must have more strength in the tiniest of his muscles than I had in all of mine. I felt like a sapling in the shadow of a mountain.

“Looks like I don’t need your puny little weight set anymore,” he said lifting the bar off the supports with a much effort as you or I might use on a drinking straw. And then he bent it like it was nothing, wadded it all with no more difficulty than if it had been a wire coat hanger. Then he took the case hardened steel plates and snapped them in half and crumbled up them like they were so many cookies.

“Hey, wait a minute,” I cried as soon as could find my voice. “What am I supposed to use?”

“You?” he grinned. [COLOR=black]“[/COLOR]Do some sit ups, pull ups and push ups—you know all that up stuff.”

He reached over and before I knew what was happening, he’d lifted me up into the air with one massive hand. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. They were mammoth, hard as rocks and I could feel them bulge and writhe under his skin like a mini avalanche. I was staring him straight in the face. It looked kind of amazing, that boyish face with it’s three chin hairs on top of that muscle behemoth of a body.

“You know, Tiny Bro,” he said, casually flexing a monstrous, bulging bicep that was bigger than my fucking torso, “after all the crap you’ve given me over the years, I’d say I owe you a pretty big ass whooping.”

“Yeah?” I said, sounding a lot braver than I felt. “Who’s to say I won’t go find my friend, get another one of those pills and then give you an even bigger one.”

His grin faulted and he set me down. “Ok, you’re off the hook for now,” he said. “Anyway, I guess I’d be a pretty big asshole to mess with you after you gave me that pill.”

“You sure as hell would. Jeeze, mom is going to freak.”

“She’ll get over it,” he said. “Mind if I take this?” He grabbed a sheet off my bed. “I didn’t think you would,” he said, not waiting for an answer. He took the sheet, wrapped it around himself and fashioned it into a rough loin cloth.

“I’m going out to have some fun,” he said. “There are one or two guys I want to see… Actually,” he said with a mean edge, “I want them to see me.” He grinned and took a step forward. Damn, the whole house shook on its foundations. He took one look at my door and said, “Tiny Bro, your door is too small.” Then he reached over and grabbed the frame. I saw his massive muscles ripple across his gargantuan upper back and heard a loud ripping, crunching noise, as he tore the door frame right out of the wall leaving a huge, gaping hole behind. “Much better,” he said, as plaster rained down around him. “I’m going to have to do this to all the doors… but later.” Then he stepped through and started down the stairs. Each footfall was a house shaking thud.

I had my cell phone out in a second. “Boz,” I said when he answered. “About that pill…”

“Yeah, dude? Did you take it?”

“No, I gave it to my little brother.”

“Little Bradley? That’s awesome. Is he huge?”

“He’s a fucking monster, and he’s way out of control. Is there some kind of antidote?”

“I don’t know, dude. Hang on, I’ll ask.”

In a second I heard some shouts on the other end of the phone.

“Dude,” came Boz’s voice, “There’s a kind of a situation happening here. My bro isn’t exactly happy it was your bro who took the pill. I’m going to have to call you back.”

‘But…” was all I could get out before he disconnected. Damn.

I could feel Brad’s earthshaking footfalls as he walked down the street outside our house. Crap, I’d better not lose sight of him. Who knows what he might do.

I raced down the stairs and out of the gap that used to be our front door. I followed after Brad at a distance. I didn’t want him to know I was following him. That might piss him off, and I don’t think anyone wanted that. But he wasn’t exactly hard to keep track of. A fucking mountain of rippling heaving muscles, he loomed over everyone and just about everything. People got out of his way. And things that got in his way… Well, there was a light pole on the street side of the sidewalk. It made it too narrow for him to pass so he reached over with one hand and just ripped it out of the ground, like he was pulling a weed. He let it fall across the street with a giant clang and a crash, and just kept going. No cars were coming or anything, but fuck, that was dangerous.

I kept wondering where he was going. Being naturally small most of his life, there was a long list of guys who had picked on him at one time or another. I guessed he was probably looking for one of them. Whoever he was, I felt real sorry for him.

We walked for about twenty minutes. And anyone who stared at Brad too long got treated to a most muscular pose and a growl. Fuck, those massive pecs with those boulder-like abs and those mountainous traps on that eight foot frame would scare the crap out of anyone. And that’s not even getting into his fucking monolithic arms. The starers would usually run. Then Brad would laugh. Sometimes they’d even piss their pants

We finally ended up at an ordinary looking house with a wrought iron fence in front. Brad didn’t bother with the gate. He just ripped a section out of the fence and sent it flying across the street as he thundered across the lawn and up to the front door. For a second I thought he was just going to smash through it and into the house, but at the last second he stopped. He reached down and awkwardly pressed the doorbell with his huge, thick finger.

Some kid opened it. I recognized him. He was a football player from Brad’s class. He was a big kid, defiantly bigger than me. And I promise you, no senior likes it when a sophmore is bigger than him. On the other hand, I guess I’d better get used to it considering my baby brother had become an eight foot tall muscle behemoth.

And this big freshman’s eyes just about popped out of their sockets when he looked up at my kid brother towering over him, his unbelievably massive muscles bulging up allover him and blotting out the sunlight.

“Hey there, Ritchie,” said Brad. “Remember me?” Then he reached over and with one massive arm lifted Ritchie up so they were face to face.

“Oh, my god,” said Ritchie, “Ittle Bitty Bradley?”

“Yeah, but I go by Big Brad now, Big Bad Brad.”

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked running his eyes all over my brother’s massive from.

“I grew,” said Brad. “A lot.”

“No fucking kidding. Whadda you want?” asked Ritchie, swallowing hard.

“You,” said Brad. “Waddaya think?

“Me?”

“That’s right. You’re so fucking hot.”

“What?” gulped Ritchie. “What did you say?”

“I’ve seen the way you check out other guys in the showers, the same way I do. You like ‘em big, too. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty fucking big now.” Then he flexed his arm making his bicep explode into a vein covered mountain.

Ritchie gulped. “You got it wrong, man,” he said.

“Oh?” said Brad. “Are you saying you want me to leave?”

I could see Ritchie’s eyes looking my brother up and down and then darting back and forth in apparent indecision. “No,” he finally said, “Don’t go.”

My brother grinned form ear to ear. “Then you don’t mind if I come in?” Brad set Ritchie down.

“Sure,” said Ritchie. “Come on in. My parents are out of town.” He licked his lips and disappeared back inside his house. Brad bent over and squeezed himself in through the door. It was a tight fit, but he made it. And then the door closed.

Holy shit! So that’s the way my brother swung. I had no idea.

Ok, I knew what I was about to do was pretty skeevy, but I was still worried about Brad and what he might do, so I snuck over to the windows and looked inside each one until I found them. Thank God it was a ranch style house.

They must have been inside Ritchie’s bedroom. There were football posters on the wall and a single bed. Brad was sitting on top of it, legs spread wide. He was naked again; my bed sheet was now lying in a heap on the ground. And Ritchie was all over him, caressing his pecs, rubbing his nipples, licking his biceps. Brad’s eyes were closed, his head was titled back and he was moaning slightly. Jeeze, his manhood was so fucking huge, bursting out fully erect from his groin. It really didn’t look like it should be on a human being.

But as soon as Ritchie got to it, Brad put out one massive arm and stopped him. “Not yet,” he said. Good thing Ritchie left his window open so I could hear them.

“What? Why?” asked Ritchie.

“I’ve got to make a couple adjustments,” said Brad and he reached over and ripped the shirt off Ritchie’s back. Damn, that kid was built. I mean he was nothing next to my brother but his back was huge and thick for a high school kid. Then he grabbed Ritchie’s waste band and ripped his pants in two, yanking them off him at the same time. He left the guy in his boxer briefs, but Ritchie took care of those, pulling them off in a more conventional manor.

Jeeze, he was a fucking stud. No wonder my brother went for him. Then that fucking stud went down on my brother’s inhuman cock, taking the whole head inside his mouth and moving it around as much as he could. Brad reached out with his huge hands and started running them up and down Ritchie’s muscular back, as he let out moan after moan.

Holy crap, I was actually getting stiff watching this. I mean, I liked girls. They really got me going, but this… This was hot, too. Damn.

Suddenly my brother let out a roar as a torrent of cum shot out of his huge cock and knocked poor Ritchie on his bubble butt. In a few seconds it was over. Brad was gasping. “Fuck,” he said. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

Ritchie stood up, just drenched in my brother’s spunk and said, “Jeeze, you cum like a fire hose. That is so hot. Let’s do it again.”

And then my cell phone rang.

“What’s that?” asked Brad.

FUCK! I took off for the neighbor’s yard, fumbling to get the phone open to stop its fucking ringing. I dove through the hedges that separated the two yards and ran all the way around the other side of the neighboring house to hide. Only then did I put it to my ear and say, “Hello?”

“Dude!” said Boz, “We gotta talk. I guess there was a bunch of stuff I forgot to tell you about the hulk pill. My brother is seriously pissed at me. He wants to talk to you. Can you meet us at Beckensdale Park at 8 o’clock?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. I figured Brad would probably be a Ritchie’s for a while.

“Good,” said Boz. “And there’s something else. Don’t go near your brother. And don’t let anyone else go near him for at least a day. Got that?”

“What?” I said. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you over a cell phone. Just meet us at 8.”

“Ok,” I said and he hung up. Well, that sounded ominous.

I had quite a bit of time before I was supposed to meet them so I decided to sneak back over to Ritchie’s yard and check on Brad. I got to the hedge and paused to have a good look around. Everything looked clear so I went for it. I peered back in through the window and saw the two of them on the bed, kissing and fondling each other all over.

Well, it was too late to keep Brad away from Ritchie. But it didn’t look like either of them was going anywhere soon. How was I supposed to keep my massive brother away from people, anyway? The way things were, he could go anywhere he wanted anytime he wanted and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Jeeze, what did Boz expect from me?

My train of thought was broken as suddenly Ritchie broke away from Brad.

“What’s the matter, Ritchie?” asked Brad.

“I don’t know. I feel kind of funny,” he said standing up. He did look a little pale, kind of shaky. Then I heard that strange rumbling and churning again.

Holy crap! Not again.

Then Ritchie started shaking, just like Brad had done. “AHHHHH!” he cried. “What the fuck’s happening?”

And his muscles looked like they might be getting larger. Hell, they were getting larger.

“Jeeze,” said Brad. “I don’t know how, but think it’s catching.”

“Catching? You mean like what happened to you?”

“Yeah, like exactly what happened to me.”

“Holy crap!” cried Ritchie. Suddenly a tremor swept through him; it almost a seemed like a spasm. I could see his arms and legs grow thicker, his biceps pulse, swell up and then bulge, his thighs grow heavier and longer as he inched upward in height. His big pecs began to balloon out further, and his rippling back broadened. And then it seemed to pass. His body loosened up and then he stood there checking himself out.

“Whoa. This is so awesome,” he laughed. He did a double bicep pose. Jeeze, he got big. I mean nowhere as huge as my brother, but damn he looked powerful. He had the neck of a pro linebacker. Huge traps bulged up leading down to cannon ball sized shoulders. His upper arms were like two footballs.

“Fuck, Ritchie, now you’re even hotter,” said Brad.

“Oh yeah,” said Ritchie, practically drooling over his own biceps. “But I want to get big, like you. I want to become a fuckin’ muscle monster! A fuckin’ mountain of muscle, that’s what I wanna be.” Then he suddenly turned to Brad, his eyes went wide and he said, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It’s coming again, oh man. I can feel it fucking coming. OH FUUUUUUUUCK!” And his body began just exploding muscle. His chest started pulsing and heaving as it expanded to the size of basketballs. “OOOOH YEAH!” he cried. His shoulders just seemed to stretch out impossibly wide and grow dense with thick, cut muscle. Giant traps rose up next to his widening neck while huge slabs of muscle bulged up out of his back, making his entire body impossibly wide and thick. “AH HA HA HA!” he shouted. His whole frame was stretching up and up as his abs bulged up to the size of my fist. “Let’s do some arms!” he cried and as he flexed his upper arms, 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.

“So sweet!” he said, as the growth finally stopped. He had to be around 6’ 8” and just one impossibly wide mass of gigantic ripped muscles, one rolling into the next. Brad had enjoyed the entire show from the bed, and Ritchie was now grinning down at him over a pair of massive, striated pecs.

Fuck. There were two of them now. I guess this thing really was catching, kind of like the flu. No wonder Boz wanted me to keep Brad away from people.

“You want this body, Big Bad Brad?” said Ritchie as he admired his new monstrously powerful form. His slightest movement caused huge muscles to twist and bulge beneath his skin.

“Oh hell, yeah,” said Brad. And then the two of them were all over each other again. Only this time it was a lot rougher. The furniture seemed to be getting smashed up pretty good as the two behemoths tried to sexually devour each other.
One thing that seemed to go along with all that incredible size and strength was unlimited stamina. I sat there watching them go at it uninterrupted for an hour before my cell phone rang again.

FUCK! Why didn’t I put it on silent?

“There it is again,” said Brad, “That sounded like my brother’s phone.”

I was tearing across the lawn again and diving through the bushes. I looked back just in time to see my brother stick his huge head out the window. His shoulders and traps were way too thick and broad for him to fit through very far, so he had a very limited view, thank God.

I tore back around to the other side of the house again. Damn, Brad would probably be watching for me now. I’d better not go back there.

I answered my phone, slightly out of breath. “Yeah?”

“Hey,” came the voice on the other side of the phone. It was my workout partner, Mike.

“Hey, Mike. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just wondering where you were.”

Oh fuck! I looked at my watch. Damn. I was supposed to meet him at the gym a half hour ago.

“Fuck, man! I’m sorry. Something came up and I totally spaced.”

“So, are you coming?”

I had to think about it. I sure as hell wasn’t going near that house again, not with Brad watching for me. And I was pretty sure those two wouldn’t be gong anywhere for a while. I still had a couple of hours before I had to meet Boz. Besides, Mike had a tough time getting away for our workouts. His dad owned a store, and Mike worked there most of the time he wasn’t in school.

“Ok, dude, I’ll be there.”

“Cool.”

So, with one last peek at the house, I turned and made my way quickly toward the gym.


Next Part

[arpeejay]

Mmmm mmmm mmm!

Many thanks -- it's perfect! And I hope there's a lot more!

xoxo

Richard

[peace4255]

That was good! Wish it'd been a little slower, but then again I love savoring good growth spurts like that one.

Hope to see part two soon!

[gogothen]

1 word [COLOR=RoyalBlue]WOW[/COLOR]

[gogothen]

well i guess its more then wow its beyond words
i hope that this story keeps on going
bigger is always better

[gogothen]

i hope the next part is as long ur longer and more hot muscle growth

[theseventhwave]

Originally Posted by peace4255

That was good! Wish it'd been a little slower, but then again I love savoring good growth spurts like that one.

Hope to see part two soon!

I totally agree. Great story. Love the growth (and I love that it's contagious) - but I do savour the slow growth.

Looking forward to the next part.

[RyBearATL]

Excellent, really excellent. Please keep it up!
R

[philat99]

Great twists and turns here! Looking forward to the next chapters.
Mike

[gogothen]

people u need 2 read this

[Bradykins]

This is really good!

I wish someone had given me that pill!

[gogothen]

hell ya thats what im talking about man
a small group of hulk guys walking around

Originally Posted by Bradykins

This is really good!

I wish someone had given me that pill!

[Bradykins]

Originally Posted by gogothen

hell ya thats what im talking about man
a small group of hulk guys walking around

Heck yeah! Damn that sounds so hot just thinking about it!

Haha!

[gogothen]

Hell ya we r 69 it and growing even bigger then going out and changing every guy we c

Originally Posted by Bradykins

Heck yeah! Damn that sounds so hot just thinking about it!

Haha!

[Greggrth]

God this is just so good! I love your work, your descriptions of the growth and your how your characters react to it, during and after the growth. Absolutely brilliant! Can't wait for part 2

[chocomus]

what I liked the most is that the little bro didn't turn out to be asshole after growing (not to his bro, not to that guy, he didn't force him) It's great!!!!

And I love contagious growth!!!!!! If only it spread as quick as the flu....

[peace4255]

I like that he didn't become the evil/angry Little Bro hulk, too. I enjoy dominance and aggression, too, but not everyone automatically wants to abuse those smaller than them.

Now if only we could get some of those pills to high schools and colleges across the country ... have teens hitting huge growth spurts and showing off their new size!

[skumbum]

Great story!

[anglekindle]

Loving this so far.. I ended up reading part 1 twice XP

[Kymuscleboy]

Awesome, awesome, awesome!!! Here's hoping part two is out soon. Maybe the older brother and his friend can get in on the action.

[gogothen]

Is part 2 almost done ?

[rextorres]

LOL That was hilarious!

[krasserpumper]

so cool.
reminds me of "Green Legacy" - btw. what about that issue? any chance of part 9 ??

[Jaypat]

Originally Posted by arpeejay

Mmmm mmmm mmm!

Many thanks -- it's perfect! And I hope there's a lot more!

xoxo

Richard

Well, there's more. I don't know about a lot more, but there's more.

Originally Posted by peace4255

That was good! Wish it'd been a little slower, but then again I love savoring good growth spurts like that one.

Hope to see part two soon!

I ususally have a little bit more of a lead-in but this time I though I'd hit you guys up with the growth right up front.

Originally Posted by gogothen

1 word [COLOR=royalblue]WOW[/COLOR]

That's a great 1 word. Thanks.

Originally Posted by gogothen

well i guess its more then wow its beyond words
i hope that this story keeps on going
bigger is always better

Thank you, it's not over yet.

Originally Posted by gogothen

i hope the next part is as long ur longer and more hot muscle growth

I don't know if it'll be longer, but there will definately be some growth.

Originally Posted by theseventhwave

I totally agree. Great story. Love the growth (and I love that it's contagious) - but I do savour the slow growth.

Looking forward to the next part.

Part 2 might be more to your liking.

Originally Posted by RyBearATL

Excellent, really excellent. Please keep it up!
R

Thank you, I will.

Originally Posted by philat99

Great twists and turns here! Looking forward to the next chapters.
Mike

Thanks, glad you liked it.

Originally Posted by gogothen

people u need 2 read this

Well, if they're reading this, then they have.

Originally Posted by Bradykins

This is really good!

I wish someone had given me that pill!

I certainly wouldn't mind one myself.

Originally Posted by gogothen

hell ya thats what im talking about man
a small group of hulk guys walking around

Sorry, can't give anything away.

Originally Posted by Bradykins

Heck yeah! Damn that sounds so hot just thinking about it!

Haha!

Got a second vote.

Originally Posted by gogothen

Hell ya we r 69 it and growing even bigger then going out and changing every guy we c

Got a thrid vote... wait a minute! No voting twice! What are you, a republican?

Originally Posted by Greggrth

God this is just so good! I love your work, your descriptions of the growth and your how your characters react to it, during and after the growth. Absolutely brilliant! Can't wait for part 2

Thanks very much. That means alot coming from a talented writer such as yourself.

Originally Posted by chocomus

what I liked the most is that the little bro didn't turn out to be asshole after growing (not to his bro, not to that guy, he didn't force him) It's great!!!!

And I love contagious growth!!!!!! If only it spread as quick as the flu....

That would be a good reason to look forward to flu season.

Originally Posted by peace4255

I like that he didn't become the evil/angry Little Bro hulk, too. I enjoy dominance and aggression, too, but not everyone automatically wants to abuse those smaller than them.

Now if only we could get some of those pills to high schools and colleges across the country ... have teens hitting huge growth spurts and showing off their new size!

Yeah, but before we start spreading them around, I think I'd like one myself!

Originally Posted by skumbum

Great story!

Thank you!

Originally Posted by anglekindle

Loving this so far.. I ended up reading part 1 twice XP

Thank you. That's a great compliment, none better.

Originally Posted by Kymuscleboy

Awesome, awesome, awesome!!! Here's hoping part two is out soon. Maybe the older brother and his friend can get in on the action.

That would be telling.

Originally Posted by gogothen

Is part 2 almost done ?

Part 2 is done. If you want to know I'm working on part 3 right now. But I keep having to go back into part 2 and make changes so that part 3 works, so don't expect anything to be posted before the weekend.

Originally Posted by rextorres

LOL That was hilarious!

I wasn't actually going for hilarious... but ok.

Originally Posted by krasserpumper

so cool.
reminds me of "Green Legacy" - btw. what about that issue? any chance of part 9 ??

I'm working on Green Legacy. I'm working on a whole bunch of stories. This is just the first one that felt ready.

[redkage]

Well, it doesn't look like you've lost your touch at all. I guess inspiration from Green Legacy started this different spin-off. Either way, this and GL are looking good!

[nobody12381]

Incidentally, how long did Brad's transformation take from the time he swallowed the pill? Two minutes?
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[xxaddict]

loved this. continue asap

[nobody12381]

Originally posted by krasserpumper
reminds me of "Green Legacy" - btw. what about that issue? any chance of part 9 ??

My failure to finish a certain story is partially to blame for Jaypat not posting more of Green Legacy. I pestered him too much so now I have to finish my own story.
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[Kit Werecat]

Great fun, and keep up the terrific work!

I hope this is just the beginning of the growth for those two. I also hope "Hulkdom" gets spread around. The thought of these pills scattered about the school cafeteria conjures up some pretty exciting possibilities.

I'm looking forward to Part 2, and I'm delighted we have at least a 3rd part heading our way too!

Thanks for your efforts, Jaypat!

Kit Werecat