Power of the Hulk

[Corwin]

I know that continuous stories take on a life of their own. Below is the first chapter of a new story. It is based on the Incredible Hulk and tries to take elements from those story lines. Information on the hulk can be found at The Leaders Lair .

Chapter 1 deals with a young scientist who gets powers like the hulk. I envision that Scott can control his change, and appear somewhat normal or grow to a giant with strength 10 times greater than the hulk. Like the Hulk, his strength would increase if he gets angry. His ex-friend Brandon is currently about as strong as the hulk, or maybe a little less.

I could imagine in future stories, Scott beats up the Hulk and maybe even the Abomination. I would eventually have Scott confront Brandon, maybe even showing him the transformation as he overpowers the other man. I could also see Brandon discovering the gamma ray generator and using it on himself, becoming even stronger than Scott. Well, maybe. If others want to continue this story, those are some ideas. Anyway, the first part is below...

Scott

[Corwin]

Scott lay on the bench, the bar loaded with 100 pounds. He placed his
hands on the bar and struggled to raise it. He felt like everyone was
watching him, laughing at him. In his mind, he could hear their
snickers -- 'wimp', 'faggot', 'loser', 'wuss'. It made him made mad, and he
forced his arms to lift the weight. It wobbled from side to side, and
he steadied it, then tried to lower it to his chest. It was so heavy.
He arched his back and forced it up. He tried a second time, barely
getting it down, then forcing it up, the bar teetering from side to side.
He mustered the courage to go for three. Scott closed his eyes and
pushed. His arms ached as he tried to raise it, and felt the weight
begin to fall as his muscles failed.

"Need some help with that?" A pair of big hands grabbed the bar and
lifted. Scott opened his eyes and saw a washboard eightpack and a
pair of round pecs that hovered inches over the flat stomach. A pair
of arms as thick as Scott's legs held the weight, then slowly curled
it. Grapefruit-sized biceps exploded from the powerhouse's upper
arms, and a thick blue vein pulsed as the man's strong muscles easily
controlled the weight. Scott didn't need to see the man's face. He'd
knew it was Brandon.

Brandon had gone to High School with Scott. They were friends then.
Brandon was slightly more athletic than Scott, but was still an object
of scorn. Both were skinny and bookish. Both were gay and fantasized
about bodybuilders. They each longed to be huge mass monsters.

Brandon had majored in bio-chemistry and genetics. In his sophomore
year, Scott began to notice changes in Brandon. His arms began to
fill his shirt sleeves. His shirts got tighter as Brandon's pecs
began to show, and Scott noticed a V-taper to Brandon's back. The
legs of Brandon's pants got tighter while the waist got looser. When
Scott asked Brandon about the change, he replied, "Just living my
dream, little guy. I found the secret to this," he flexed his arm and
a hill-like bicep popped up, "and these." He raised his shirt and ran
his hand over small ridges of muscle on his stomach. "I'll share, if
you want. And if you got the bucks to pay." Scott had turned him
down. That seemed to piss Brandon off. He'd been a jerk to Scott
ever since. But whatever Brandon was taking, it was working. He was
now a good 280 pounds of solid muscle and manly strength. Scott was
still a 135 pound weakling, as Brandon liked to demonstrate every
chance he got. Like he was doing now.

"Damn, this is light," said the big man, lowering the weight. He
grabbed the bar in the center with one hand and curled it again.
"Still light. Well, I guess these 22s are just a lot stronger than
that flat chest of yours. Oh, and that's a cold measurement. I've
pumped these beauties up to over 24 inches. In another few months,
I'll have 24 as their cold measure. I just keep getting bigger and
stronger while you, Scotty-boy, well..." Brandon laughed. He dropped
the weight on the bench and moved to the side. Grabbing Scott's loose
shirt, Brandon pulled him up with one hand. "You'd better leave now
and let a real man use this bench."

"But I wanted to work out," Scott protested.

Brandon lifted Scott like he was a feather. "I told you to leave.
You know what these muscles can do. Don't make me mad. You wouldn't
like it when I'm mad." Brandon tossed Scott off the bench. Scott
could hear some of Brandon's new friends laugh, so he slunk off to the
locker room to change.

Scott did know what Brandon was capable of. It had been early last
semester. It was late at night, and Scott had just started a weight
lifting routine. Brandon came in. He wore only a set of posing
briefs. "Hey Scotty! Heard you were here. Thought I'd show you how
my little project was going." Brandon grabbed his crotch. "OK, maybe
not so little." Brandon walked over to a squat rack. It was loaded
with 10 plates. Scott had assumed Brandon was going to squat it, but
instead, he picked it up with one hand. "Ya Scott. You could have
these too. Only 18 now, but growing bigger every day. Oh, and not
just big. Strong. Stronger than anyone else, and getting stronger."
Brandon threw the weight up til it almost hit the ceiling, then caught
it again with one hand. "Sure you don't want power like this?"
Brandon grabbed the bar by one end and held it cantilever with one
hand. He then turned the bar and placed another hand on the other
end. He smiled a toothy, white smile. His chest flexed, two
cannonball-shaped pecs coming to life. The bar made a strange
screechy cry as the metal began to buckle under Brandon's force.
Brandon's face contorted as he forced his arms to overcome the
resistence of the metal and to close in on each other. The bar
twisted and compressed between the plates. When the bar had formed a
sandwich between the plates, Brandon took a deep breath, then let out
a scream. The metal flattened like a pancake as Brandon power-flexed
into it. When the metal refused to compress anymore, Brandon grabbed
its by the edges and folded it in half, the turned in and folded it
into quarters. He threw the mass of metal across the room. His body
was covered with a mist of sweat. He struck a crab pose and growled.
"YOU SEE WHAT THIS BODY CAN DO!" He walked over to Scott. "These
muscles could crush you like a bug. We always wanted muscles like
these Scotty, and I got them. I would've given you muscles like them
too, but you fucked that up. You know how strong I am? I'm topping
out at level 50 strength right now, and growing. Soon, I'll be as
strong as that green skinned monster!"

That's what had given Scott the idea. The news reported about the
scientist David Banner who turned into a monster they called the Hulk.
Some accident had changed him. Scott was determined to find out what
that accident was and reproduce it. He had hacked into government
computers, and found out about Gamma Base. He learned of the gamma
ray generator and how Banner had overdosed. It took him longer to
locate the schematics and then to analyze them. He found Banner's
genetic tests, and reports on what caused the mutation. He found the
flaw in the generator that had caused the instability, and the funny
green color. Then he had built it. He had gone to the gym tonight
hoping to run into Brandon. He wanted to be reminded of the
humiliation to help him build up his courage for what he was about to
do.

Scott got dressed and made his way across campus to the physics
building. He walked down the stairs to the basement. He climbed
through a hole in some broken plaster to the deserted lab he had
found. He turned on the lantern flashlights and looked at his
invention. He had built the gamma ray generator from disgarded and
stolen electronics. He had stolen the nuclear fuel from one of the
labs, replacing it with grey clay. Banner had been exposed to 1
million coulombs per kilogram of radiation for five seconds. A soviet
agent that had overdosed had been exposed to 2 million coulombs per
kilogram for ten seconds. Scott's generator produced 10 million
coulombs per kilogram. He set a clock for a minute exposure. He
checked the special filter he had put into place. If the filter
failed or his calculations were wrong, he'd die of an overdose. He
thought of Brandon taunting him. He thought of Brandon with the power
of the Hulk... or more. He started the count down and walked in front
of the machine.

Scott watched the dial go from 10 to 9 and 8. He heard a hum of
electronics pushing radioactive pieces together, starting a reaction
that would create gamma energy. As the clock ticked down to one, he
saw a light signaling the point of no return. At zero, the machine
emitted a beam that struck him and went through him. Scott felt warm,
then hot. He felt as though every cell in his body was on fire. He
watched the clock tick up past five seconds. At ten, he felt as
though his body would explode. He felt a power surging into him that
was indescribable. At twenty, he wondered if he had gone to far. He
felt as if a star was exploding around him. His concerns vanished by
thirty seconds. He began to crave the beam, wanting its effects to
last forever. He felt different. Changed. His cells now accepted
the power from the beam. At forty five seconds he knew it was
working. When the beam stopped, Scott fell to the floor. His clothes
were soaked with sweat. He lay there for a minutes, recovering.
Slowly he rose to his feet.

He stood for a second. He looked at his arm. It was still thin and
weak looking. Had it worked? He made a fist. Nothing. But he FELT
different! He closed his eyes and willed himself strong.

Scott felt his shirt tighten around him. He opened his eyes, and
broke his concentration. He looked down at himself. He was muscular.
Not huge, but bigger than before. He looked at his arms. There was a
thick tube of a bicep and a clear horseshoe on his trap. His shirt
sleeves had been pushed up over his cannonball delts. He moved a hand
to his chest, and found that he could bounce his pecs. His stomach
felt hard and thin. His legs were snug in his pants, and he had a
very noticable basket. Best of all, he wasn't green. His growth had
stopped, but he knew he could have more. He could control it.

Scott turned and grabbed a thick stick like apparatus. He turned off
the flashlights and climbed through the hole. He noticed a locker. He had
tried to move it before, but it was too heavy. He walked over to it
and pushed. It easily moved in front of the hole, blocking it. Scott
turned and ran to his dorm.

The halls of the dorm were empty as he slipped into his room. "Now,
let's see just how big I can get!" He stood in front of his mirror
and concentrated. Immediately, he saw a change. The shirt strained
to contain his thickening body. The sleeves were the first to rip.
He raised an arm and flexed, watching the muscle stretch larger. His
pant legs gave next, with verticle tears around his now tree-like
quads. He bounced his pecs, causing his shirt to split between them.
He grinned, the flared his lats, ripping the shirt down the back. As
he grew, the shirt gave out and fell to the floor, revealing a torso
of a massive bodybuilder. "Bigger!" Scott demanded.

Scott felt his body expand. His pants began to rip into shreds,
unable to control his massive thighs and calves. His abs thickened
and ripped the leather belt, which flew off of him as it ripped. His
glutes swelled, ripping his his pants. The fabric lost its battle
with his lower body and fell to the floor in tatters. Scott's boxer
briefs now fit like posing trunks. In seconds, they became tatters as
his thighs and glutes surged with unstoppable power. "Wonder why that
never happened on TV?" he thought. Standing naked, Scott watched as
his body filled out and he began to grow. His head banged the ceiling
as he became a hulking form of muscle power. His traps hugged his
bull neck. His pecs formed a shelf at least a foot and a half deep
(probably more). His arms were thicker than any bodybuilder's thighs
and his thighs looked like redwoods. His eyes had become a luminous
green, the only indication (besides his massive form) of his gamma
transformation.

Scott looked at his new body, flexing his muscles and seeing his
mind-blowing mass. He felt powerful, but how powerful. The
government documents had plans for something called an Infinite
Weapon. It was modified to attract the russian soldier after he beat
the Hulk. Now Scott had changed it to attract the Hulk. He turned it
on. While he waited, he fashioned a loin cloth out of a towel. He
looked out the window. Soon, he saw a dot crashing toward him. As it
got closer, he recognized it as a man. A very large, green man. The
Hulk landed outside his dorm. With a powerful fist, he punched
through the wall. The 7 foot tall, 1,040 pound giant was now face to
face with the ten foot tall, 3,000 pound Scott.

[Corwin]

The Hulk stared at Scott, then moved toward him. "Get out of my way
and turn that damned thing off!"

Scott moved to block the green monster's path. "Make me."

The Hulk bent and charged. The beast hit Scott in the abs and lifted
him, tossing him through the hole in the building. The Hulk grabbed
the Infinite Weapon that had compelled him to come and tossed it
outside. As Scott regained his composure, he saw the Hulk jumping
out. "Now for you," the Hulk boomed.

"Bring it on," said Scott. He saw the Hulk begin to charge him,
propelled by legs that can cover over 3 miles in a single leap. Scott
reacted this time and charged back. The crash of the titans sounded
like an sonic boom that rattled windows. The Hulk flew backwards toward
the school's football field. Scott barely noticed the impact.

The Hulk picked himself up, his anger flaring. Scott noticed the
green monster's muscles expanding as he lept toward him. Scott stood
his ground as the Hulk hit full force, diving his titanic shoulder
into Scott's chest. The irresistable force hit the immovable object,
and the immovable object won. The Hulk fell fack and landed on his
ass.

"Was that suppose to do anything to me?" Scott smiled over the fallen
monster.

The Hulk's body seemed to surge with power as he struck out in anger.
He kicked his legs into Scott's calves, trying to move the 3000 pounds
of gamma-powered muscle. "NO" kick "ONE" kick "IS" kick "STRONGER"
kick "THAN" kick "HULK!" Scott could tell the monster's legs were
strengthening in his anger, but they had no effect on him. Clearly,
the massive dose of gamma radiation Scott exposed himself to had had
its desired effect.

The Hulk kicked, but Scott jumped and fell to the ground, his massive
legs on either side of the Hulk. "Correction. No one WAS stronger
than the Hulk. That's changed." Scott brought his legs together and
began to crush the monster. The Hulk flexed his pecs and spread his
lats, trying to force Scott's legs apart. The Hulk's invincible
muscle dented and was forced back by Scott's legs. The Hulk's
heaving, striated superbulk was no match for Scott's strength.

Scott heard a rib crack under the stress of his thighs -- he wasn't
even flexing hard. He felt another rib break, and the Hulk cried out
in pain.

The Hulk pounded the ground, causing nearby buildings to shake. He
threw fists into Scott with no effect. Scott's legs flattened the
Hulk's pecs and he could tell the monster was having trouble
breathing. Suddently, Scott stopped.

"This is too easy." He jumped up and grabbed the Hulk under his arms.
As he did, he heard a crash behind him. Turning, Scott saw a six foot
eight inch muscle freak. The creature had a deformed face with webbed
ears, two fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot. Its skin
was scaled, but Scott could see the creature's extreme musculature
flex with each move.

"Blonsky!" cried the Hulk. "Get out of here!" The Hulk wheezed in a
deep breath. "Too strong..." Scott slapped the Hulk hard in the
face, twisting the monsters head around with the power of the impact.
The Hulk had passed out. Scott tossed the unconscious monster at the
creature known as Abomination with such force that the second monster
was thrown 500 feet back.

"Fuck ya!" said Scott, flexing his powerful right bicep that peaked so
high and sharp it seemed to be pointing to the sky in a challenge to the
gods above. He rubbed his left hand over the peak, feeling its steely
firmness and strength.

Blonsky pushed the fallen Hulk off of him. He felt that magnet that
had compelled him to come here nearby. Looking around, he saw the
Infinite Weapon. He ran to it and picked it up. The man who had so
easily defeated the Hulk was paying more attention to his own power
than Emil Blonsky. The Abomination leapt up, his thighs rippling with
the power of rockets to propel him miles away.

Scott saw the creature leaping away with his device. "I don't think
so," he said. He flexed one of his thighs, enticed by the deep cuts
and striations of his massive quads. "Let's see what these babies can
do." Scott aimed at the figure flying off in the distance and leapt
in pursuit. As with his other muscles, his legs were much more
powerful than the other gamma creatures. The power of Scott's jump
was so great that his speed was more than five times that of
Abomination's.

Around the field where Scott had beaten Banner, a crowd was gathering.
A shirtless bodybuilder came running forward, and saw the Hulk lying
on the ground. As the Hulk began to stir, Brandon saw his opportunity.
He reached into his pocket and downed two pills. He felt his muscles
tense, filling with new power. "You should stay down monster if you
know what's good for you," Brandon warned.

David Banner looked at the man. He stood, seven feet of green muscle
flexing. "Or what?"

Brandon's answer was a series of blows that knocked the Hulk back.
Brandon looked smaller, but each punch felt as if a power equal to
Emil Blonsky's was behind it.

The Hulk flexed and landed a blow to Brandon's abs. Brandon's bricks,
so use to deflecting any blow, cracked. The air was forced from his
lungs, and he bent over in pain.

It was only a second. Brandon recovered, righted himself, clasp both
hands together and swung a double fist into Banner's face with all his
might.

The Hulk's head twisted, and blood splattered from his lip. He looked
at Brandon. "You're strong, but not as strong as the other one."

"What are you talking about! I'm the strongest man around. I've got
category 100 strength, just like you, and I'll bring you down."
Brandon swung again, knocking the Hulk to the ground. Brandon moved
quickly, jumping on his back and wrapping his legs around the Hulk's
torso, pinning his arms.

"Argh..." The Hulk felt his still broken ribs pressed in by the
bodybuilder's powerful legs. Hulk knew it was true -- this man was as
strong as him. He needed to get away, but still had not recovered
from the first fight and was in no shape to take on yet another
powerhouse. Banner flexed his arms and tried to pull them out of
Brandon's thighs. Brandon could feel the green monster's muscles
pushing his legs. Brandon bore down. Iron-hard muscle pressed into
iron-hard muscle, each trying for dominance. Brandon felt his legs
being spread, so he bore down harder, regaining the ground he had
lost. They heard sirens, then a team of soldiers came running toward
them.

"Hang on son!"

Brandon was shaking and sweating with the effort to contain the Hulk.
The men wrapped a metal device around the Hulk's legs -- a device that
channeled the Hulk's own strength back into himself.

"We've got to get this one on his arms."

Brandon wrapped his massive arm around Hulk's neck. He release his
legs and pulled backward. The Hulk fell back, Brandon jumping off
just in time. Brandon quickly grabbed one of Hulk's arm. Using both
his arms, he contained the Hulk's strength long enough for the army
men to get the arm in the special handcuffs. Brandon held the
captured hand with one of his hands and grabbed the Hulk's free arm.
He pulled and let out a primal yell as he command all his power into
his arms. The Hulk's arms began to move. Time seemed to slow as
Brandon pulled the strong arms together. It seemed like hours, but in
seconds Brandon got them close enough for the soldiers to capture the
Hulk. The Hulk lie on the ground, defeated.

"You're a hero son! We've been after Banner for years. How'd you get
so strong?" asked the soldier.

"Good eating," said Brandon.

"He didn't do it," said Banner. "The other one. So strong. Has to
be gamma energy."

Brandon just looked at him.

Two miles away, as Abomination was about to land, he was hit by 3000
pounds of gamma-charged man. Scott and Blonsky landed, creating a
crater 100 yards wide. Scott hit Abomination with the force he used
to knock Hulk out. Blonsky was stunned, and Scott grabbed the
Infinite Weapon.

"Kill me," said Blonsky. "Just don't weaken me. Not again. Not like
Banner did." There was a tinge of vile contempt in the way Blonsky
said 'Banner.'

Scott looked at the pathetic creature. "You hate him."

"He did this. Him and that damned machine. He altered it, gave me
power that not even the Hulk could stop. Look at me, I'm a freak.
Hideous. Ugly. Who cares? I didn't. I had the power. I was
unstoppable. Then he took it from me, and left me like this."
Abomination was about to get up, but Scott made a fist and shook his
head. Blonsky stopped. "You did it, didn't you. Recreated the
machine. Used it."

Scott thought, then answered, "Yes."

"How strong?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. For now, all I know is that
you and the Hulk are wimps compared to me."

"And you're not... not a freak."

"I'm not even green." Scott smiled, then flexed. His body was
perfectly proportioned and the mass exceeded anything he had ever
imagined.

"Why?"

"Revenge," said Scott. "No, more like avenge."

"I can understand revenge," said Blonsky. "Banner's taken everything from me."

"Maybe we can help each other," said Scott.

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Scott walked into the weight room, recalling events from the night
before. He had struck his deal with Blonsky, and returned to campus.
He knew the campus would be abuzz with talk of the monster destroying
the dorm, then defeated by a bigger and stronger hercules. He had
planned for that. He used the power of his legs to leap to the
physics building. He was amazed at how easy it was for him, and that
his muscles seemed to calculate the exact force needed. He wondered
how far his legs could propel him, but decided to wait for another day
to test that.

At the building, he reverted to a smaller size. Not too small, or the
loin cloth he had fashioned would fall off. He needed clothes first. He
wasn't ready to reveal his new body to the world, yet. First, he had
to deal with Brandon.

He went into the basement and moved the locker. Climbing through the
hole, he reverted to his small size. He felt so skinny. He found a
set of clothes he had stashed, and put them on. Next, he found the
research he had stolen that discussed Blonsky's transformation. He'd
need that, and stashed it in a backpack. He climbed through the hole,
mometarily putting on a couple hundred pounds of super-dense muscle to
move the locker. Then he walked to his dorm.

Scott pretended to look shocked when the police stopped him and told them there
had been an incident. He nearly lost it when he heard what they said next.

"Ya, luckily that student over there overpowered the monster. He's
captured now." The officer pointed to Brandon. Scott could feel his
blood pressure rising, but tried to keep his cool.

"Wow," he feined. "He must be strong."

"Ya. I heard him say it was some experiment of something. Looks like
you could use a dose of what he's got." The officer laughed. Scott
didn't think it was funny.

The campus police found Scott some temporary housing. All day Scott
had heard about what a hero Brandon was. Everyone was talking about
his fantastic body and his amazing strength. Scott had seen Brandon
flexing and strutting for admirers several times. Once, when Brandon
saw Scott, he pointed at him and saw everyone there laugh. Now it was
Scott's turn.

Scott wore a loose fitting sweatshirt and sweatpants. They looked
oversized on his scarecrow like body. The jocks snickered as he
walked in, then turn and start lifting. Scott had always been
intimidated by the poundage these men could move.

Scott went to a bench and put 100 pounds on the bar. He got below it.
With not gamma-induced strength, the results were the same as before.
The bar teetered, and Scott strained. After two reps, his small, weak
muscles ached. His mind told him to call upon his new powers, but he
refused. Not yet.

"Well, well, well. The wuss still hasn't learned his lesson." Scott
heard the people around him laugh. "Maybe you'd like some real muscle
to help you out, huh wimp?" Scott saw Brandon's big hand on the bar,
and felt Brandon push down. The bar fell to Scott's chest. Brandon
was pressing down, and Scott couldn't breath. Brandon leaned into
Scott's face. "I TOLD you not to come here. This is a place for
guy's with MUSCLE." Brandon let up, tossing the bar back to the
bench, then striking an empressive crab pose that showed every bit of
striated massive beef he had.

Scott panted, trying to catch his breath. "Fuck you," he finally got
out.

Brandon reached under Scott's arms, and held him like a puppet. "Are
you high or something? Didn't you hear about last night. I'm fucking
stronger than the HULK! You know what I can do." Brandon stood Scott
on the floor, grabbed the back of his head and pressed it between his
pecs. He flexed lightly, yet it felt to Scott like his skull was
caught in a vice. "I can pop your head like a grape with these big
boys!"

Although he was in pain, Scott knew he had to goad Brandon on. Scott
took a deep breath, inhaling Brandon's powerful man scent. He then
stuck out his tongue, licking the fine fur between Brandon's
basketball-sized pecs.

Brandon grabbed Scott's hair and pulled him away. "You are high,
faggot! I know cocksuckers like you love muscle like mine..."

"You never complained before," interrupted Scott. "Besides, I've seen
better muscle and I know what a little dick you got." Scott grabbed
Brandon's crotch.

Brandon's eyes fill with hatred. Ya, he was gay, but nobody knew.
Especially none of the jocks in the gym. He lifted Scott like a rag
doll and forced him inot the locker room. Brandon reached up and
grabbed the metal frame, bending it down to keep the door from
opening. He turned to Scott, eyes blazing, "You're dead now!"

"Brandon, don't make me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry,"
Scott said laughing. It was a line Brandon liked to use, and now it
belonged to Scott. Scott walked over to one of the changing benches,
and knelt down. He placed his elbow on the bench, his hand in the
air. "Come on, tough guy. You think you're so strong. You can't
even beat me at arm wrestling."

Brandon formed a fist and pounded it into the side of a row of
lockers. The row went flying across the room, slamming into the far
wall.

Scott laughed. "Oooooo, I'm scared." He let his wrist go limp, and
his hand fall.

Brandon strutted over to Scott. He knelt down, and grabbed Scott's
wrist. He started to squeeze, ready to hear the bones crack and break under his super grip.

Scott had prepared. Under his lose shirt, he had put on enough muscle
to resist Brandon's initial grip. He was not as strong as Brandon
yet, but the look of surprise on his tormentors face was what he
wanted to see. "Having problems?" Scott smiled. "Now watch this.
I'M GROWING!" Scott willed himself bigger. Immediately, his sweats
became skin tight, filling with powerful muscle. He flexed his bicep,
causing the shirt to rip over the hard mound. He bounced his pecs and
spread his lats, bursting the shirt. His neck thickened, splitting
the collar and causing the shirt to fall to the floor.

Brandon tried to pull away, but Scott held tight. His calves became
larger than footballs, splitting the base of his sweatpants. His
thighs exploded from the pants, and his round glutes finished the job
of destroying the fabric.

Below his sweats, Scott wore a set of spandex speedos that stretched
to contain his growing muscle. Blonsky had told him about that trick.
"When I got the power, I shredded all my clothes, pants and all. You
need something that will stretch as your muscles expand." Blonsky
even laughed at Banner. "Ya, those stupid purple pants. Thinks he's
strong and he can't even burst them with his muscle size. He's small. I always could. I deserve to be the strongest."

When Scott's size matched Brandon, he stopped the growth. Scott was
still grinning. Brandon's face showed his disbelief.

"Come on big guy, take these arms down, if you can."
Scott flexed his free arm, showing off his now 23 inch bicep.

Brandon had something to prove now. He powered up with a force he
knew could contain a monster. His arm flexed, a river of veins
feeding strength to his hardened body. He felt the power in him, knew
he was unbeatable. He could crush steel and break rocks with his
grip. Still, his arm didn't move.

"That's all you got?" Scott sneered at him. "Come on, really poor it
on. More..."

Brandon's anger grew. He demanded more strength. He began to sweat,
forcing more power into his arm. His arm began to shake, his muscles
cramping as Scott's arm absorbed all Brandon's might and held steady.

Scott waited. He felt Brandon's strength, and increased his own to
hold the other man off. When he felt Brandon was tiring, he made his
move. "I was hoping for better from you." In a single speedy move,
Scott threw Brandon's arm toward the bench. He stopped a millimeter
from the surface, and held him there. Scott moved his head toward his
bulging bicep, then kissed it. Slowly and very lightly, he touched
Brandon's hand to the bench. "Who's the wimp now?"

"How?"

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet." Holding Brandon's arm firmly in
place, Scott willed more power. "I'm not done yet. GROW!" Once again Scott
felt the surge of unlimited power feed into his muscles. His bones
thickened as he began to tower over Brandon. Scott's chest expanded,
pushing into Brandon as the now smaller man tried to pull away. Scott
would have none of that. Brandon would see what true muscle power
was, and experience the damage it could do first hand.

Brandon's shock began to subside, and his fear took over. He had to
get away. He pulled on his hand, and found it trapped by Scott's
power. He threw a fist into Scott's chest, with no effect. He kicked
at Scott, but nothing.

Within seconds, Scott had become a ten foot, one and half ton behemoth
of muscle power. Now it was his turn to lift Brandon. He grabbed
Brandon's pecs, which he instinctively flexed. Scott lifted the
little man above his head, shoving Brandon into the ceiling of the
locker room. He squeezed, and Brandon screamed. If felt like his
pecs were being ripped from his chest.

"Ya know, I use to like to suck you off. I could do that now you
know. Nothing you could do to stop me. Or, I could shove my python
down your throat. Everything grows proportionally on me, you know. But
instead, I think I'd rather see you totally humbled. Humiliated."
Scott dropped Brandon, then picked him up by his head. He placed
Brandon's face between his pecs. Scott smiled when he noticed his
pecs were actually bigger than Brandon's head. He flexed, squeezing.
Again, Brandon screamed.

"If you want out, lick. Lick good. Taste my strength with your weak
tongue."

Brandon could barely move. He wanted to bite. He wanted to inflect
pain on Scott, but he knew he couldn't. He pressed his tongue out and
tasted the salty skin of his tormentor. He heard Scott laugh.

"OK, now rub your hands over my muscles. FEEL my hard body. Worship me as a muscle god."

Brandon had no choice. He felt Scott's abs. Bricks. He pressed his
hands against Scott's pecs, trying to free his head. They wouldn't
move and felt like warm, living marble. Scott's shoulder were round,
his traps high and mountainous. Scott's arms were so thick and
powerful. Brandon felt woozy, but he didn't know if it was because of
the pain inflicted by Scott's massive pecs, or his desire for the
strength and power of Scott's muscles. He did know one thing, he was
turned on and his dick was getting hard. He tried to resist it, but
couldn't.

Scott noticed to. "Knew you were a muscle whore." He released
Brandon, tossing him to the ground. Scott struck a crab pose over
Brandon's fallen body. "This is muscle, you fucking wimp. You liked to
torment me, showing off your body. Now the shoe is on the other foot.
But I'm too good for you. You need to start out smaller."

Just then there was the sound of an explosion. The wall where the
lockers had piled up exploded inward. The six foot six powerhouse
walked inside, rubbing his bicep. "Cheap construction. No problem."

"Emil, my friend here thinks he's as strong as the Hulk."

"The Hulk is weak. I've beaten him before too." Emil Blonsky looked
at Brandon. "This one doesn't look so tough." The Abomination flexed his body,
showing his power.

"Let's find out," said Scott.

[Corwin]

Brandon knew he needed to get out of there. He looked at Abomination.
Brandon could take him, but they would expect him to attack at the
weakest point. Brandon decided his only hope was surprise. His leg
muscles flexed with strength and speed as he ran directly at Scott.
The ten foot statue of power stood there, ready to take whatever
Brandon could dish out. At the last second, Brandon ducked, grabbing
Scott around the legs and lifting him up. Three-thousand pounds was
nothing to someone as strong as Brandon. He barely slowed down as he
hefted the big man up and continued on to the door. What did surprise
Brandon was that his powerful arms couldn't even dent Scott's unflexed
leg muscles. Instead, he felt his arms deform around a musculature
denser and stronger than his own.

Scott was surprised, but only for a moment. He raised is arms up in a
double fist and slammed then in Brandon's back. The force travelled
down Brandon's back, nearly shattering it into a zillion small
fragments. Brandon felt his legs buckle, as he tumbled forward,
dropping Scott to the floor. Brandon cried in pain and he was stopped
inches from the exit.

Scott just shook his head and laughed.

There was a pounding on the door. "What's going on in there? Do you
guys need help? What was that crash?" They heard sounds as if people
where throwing their bodies against the door, which had been expertly
wedged shut by Brandon.

"Good thing you locked that for us, huh?" chided Scott. "Ya know,
it's a bit too crowded around here. We need some space, like out in
the country."

"There's a wooded area about ten miles north. How about that? Four or
five good leaps oughta get us there," Abomination boasted.

"Sounds like a plan, but I got a faster way." Scott lifted Brandon
and walked toward Blonsky. He held Brandon under one arm, and lifted
the green-skinned creature under the other. He carried them to hole
Blonsky and made in the wall. He oriented himself in the direction he
needed to go. He flexed his thighs and calves, summoning all his
strength. He leapt.

Blonsky was use to hulk-jumps. He was use to the speed and power of
his own legs. He had never experienced anything like this. Air
rushed past them at super-sonic speed as Scott's muscle power
propelled them higher, faster and farther than anything he had ever
done. In less than a minute, and in only one jump, they landed in a
field surrounded by trees. In a single leap, and propelling over two
tons, Scott's massively powerful legs and gotten them to their
destination. When Scott put him down, Blonsky looked in awe at the
rippling thighs and calves that made him feel as weak as a baby. He
longed for more power, like he had once had.

Scott stretched his legs, shaking the thigh and making the
super-thick, dense muscle undulate. He then flexed it into thick
chords of striated relief. "Man, that was a piece of cake. I need to
try for twenty miles next time." Scott rubbed his hand over his
tree-like legs, obviously enjoying the feeling of strength and muscle that
he commanded. He looked at Brandon. "Now you've seen some of what
I can do, why don't you try and impress me with what you can do."

This was what Blonsky wanted to hear. He grabbed Brandon in a bear
hug and squeezed, trapping Brandon's arms at his side.

Brandon flexed, forcing his body into iron hardness. He flared his
lats and pumped his chest, trying to break Blonsky's hold. He worked
to free his arms. Blonsky was incredibly strong, but so was Brandon.
He felts his arms begin to move.

"You might have been able to beat Banner, boy, but I was created
stronger than him! I've got muscles on muscles." Blonsky squeezed
tighter, crushing Brandon's muscles in on themselves.

Brandon doubled his effots. It was a see-saw of flexing and strength.
Every time Brandon made a gain, Blonsky countered it. When
Abomination gained an inch, Brandon's strength forced him out. Each
man's force was countered and rebuffed by the other man's strength.
Both men began to shake as he strained harder than he ever had.

Brandon screamed and put all his force into freeing his arms.
Blonsky's grip failed and his hands flew apart, freeing Brandon.
Brandon siezed the initiative and hit Abomination with his strongest
punch, sending the creature flying backward into the trees.

"Take that you freak!" cried Brandon, stretching his muscles to get
the blood circulating in them again. "I took down the Hulk and I'll
take you down. And once I get out of here, I'll figure out a way to get
stronger than you too Scott. I don't know how you did it, but
anything you can do, I can do better."

While Brandon was screaming, Blonsky had recovered. He wrapped his
arms around a hundred foot tall oak tree and pulled. It's roots
snapped as the beasts strength overwhelmed the wood. He lifted it out
of the ground. Using it as a bat, he swung the tree at Brandon with
the force of a bullet train. Brandon flew through the air into a
clump of trees.

Stunned, Brandon tried to regain his composure, but Blonsky didn't
wait for that. He leapt with all his strength, landing with the force
of a missile on Brandon's already sore back. Brandon's body plunged
into the earth like a spike. He was buried up to his arm pits in dirt
by the force of Abomination's legs.

Blonsky jumped up again, landing squarely and powerfully on Brandon's
shoulders. There was a crack, and Brandon found his arms dislocated
and useless. He was trapped and defeated.

Blonsky turned to Scott. "No problem," he said. "The boy is strong,
but I am still stronger. You want me to finish him off?" Abomination
kicked his leg, whizzing past Brandon's ear. "I can drop kick him
into town, if you want? Or do you want to do it? Maybe send him into
orbit?"

"The orbit of Mars," Scott bragged. Scott looked at Brandon, who was
twisting and struggling to get out of his pit. "We use to be friends,
and because of that I won't kill you today," Scott said. "That
friendship ended, and I'm not sure why."

Brandon spit at him. "Because I don't want to be a faggot like you,
dumbass. I'm strong. A jock. People like me. They respect me. How
could they do it if I were a weak cocksucker like you?"

"Whatever," replied Scott. "Next time, if you're stupid enough to
challenge me again, it's all out. No prisoners." Scott signalled to Blonsky, and
the two leapt away, landing in a field two miles closer to town.

"We had a deal," Blonsky reminded Scott.

"We have a deal," Scott agreed.

"When will you give me what you promised?"

"I looked over what I know about your transformation, and how they
weakened you. I think I understand what went wrong," Scott said.

"Can you fix it?"

Scott thought. His mind raced. Formulas railroaded through his
consciousness. "Yes," he said, "but you have to trust me."

"And you'll make me as strong as you? Stronger?" There was hope in
Blonsky's voice.

"That wasn't part of the deal," said Scott. He thought, then added,
"and it would kill you. Your initial transformation, the one that
made you, it also nearly killed you. I can reverse the negative
effects, but your body has already been damaged. Your body would
reject the gamma radiation necessary to give you strength like
mine. All I can do is restore the strength you were created with.
Maybe a bit more."

Blonsky looked at Scott. He felt an honesty in Scott, someone who
really wanted to help him. Scott understood his longing for his
original strength. It may have been an accident that created him, but
once created, it was his. Banner should never have stolen it from
him. "I trust you," Blonsky finally said.

"I need to prepare. Tomorrow night, come to the physics building at
the university. I will meet you there, and we'll do it."

Blonsky agreed. He extended his hand. Scott took it, and pulled the
creature close to him. They embraced. Scott flexed into Blonsky,
letting him feel his superior strength. Blonsky hugged Scott back.

Scott turned, and then lept away.

It took Brandon four hours to free himself. The chemicals that had
given him his power also allowed his body to heal quickly. He needed
help, and he knew who he needed to talk to. They had taken Banner to
an Army base on the other side of the state. Brandon had never used
the power of his legs before as Hulk and Abomination had. He was not
use to jumping miles at a time. But he was as strong as they were, so
he decided to try. He jumped, leaping three miles toward
the man he hoped would help him.

[Corwin]

Brandon arrived outside the base forty five minutes later. His trip
had been uneventful. Well, it was uneventful after he figured out how
to land without falling over, crushing parked cars or ripping through
trees. It was nothing his powerful body couldn't handle, although the
cars and the trees weren't so lucky.

Brandon didn't know what to expect at the base. The guard thought he was
nuts when he tried to walk in. He could easily overpower the man, but
decided that might call too much attention to himself, as if a half-naked
bodybuilder wasn't bad enough.

He walked around to a deserted area, then jumped straight up. From the air, he
could see one building that looked especially fortified. It was a
place to start. He leapt again, going high then coming down right in
front of the entrance. No alarms. No screams. No one had seen him.

The door was locked. He twisted the knob, his forearms bulging as
thick fibers of muscle and veins pushed against paper-thin skin.
Brandon felt metal break. The door opened. It looked like a vault,
about 3 inches of reenforced steel. Whatever was in the building, someone
was trying to keep intruders out, or maybe something in.

Brandon walked through a darkened corridor, then came upon an
elevator. It opened when he got there. He walked in. The doors
shut, and the elevator began to fall. For a good ninety-seconds he
descended. Brandon was about to take action, maybe punch through the
walls and stop the elevator or leap straight up to escape, he hadn't
yet decided, when the elevator slowed. The doors slid open, and he
saw another corridor. He walked down it. As he neared the end, he
perceived a large room. In the center of the room, a person was
seated. Brandon walked in. It was a skinny guy, shirtless. His
pants were ripped. His arms and legs were bound by metal braces.
They reminded him of the braces he had helped put on the Hulk last
night. His head was bent down on his chest, like he was
asleep. Brandon approached the man.

As he got close, the man stirred. He looked up. He was unshaven. His
chest was flat, and his stomach had no definition. His upper arms
couldn't have been more than fourteen inches around. Brandon wondered
why all the precautions.

"They know you're here," the man said.

Brandon shrugged.

"Guess they think they owe you, after last night. Come to gloat?"

Brandon looked at him. "You're the Hulk?"

"When I want to be." The man looked Brandon over. "I don't deserve
this, you know. I didn't kill him."

"I don't know anything about that," said Brandon. "And no, I didn't
come to gloat. I, well, I guess I owe you an apology. You said there
was a bigger guy. I didn't believe you, but then... he's after me. "

The seated man looked uninterested.

"I was hoping you'd help," Brandon said, looking a little uncomfortable.

The seated man started to laugh. It was a chuckle at first, then a
full belly laugh.

Brandon got more uncomfortable. That was not a reaction he expected.

"You're a funny kid," the man said. "Does it look like I'm in any
position to help anyone?"

"But you're the Hulk!"

"Kid, these shackles, they're specially developed. They channel my
strength back into it. The harder I pull, the harder they resist. A
technologically efficient chinese handcuff."

Brandon looked at him, and thought. "Look, I'm sorry. I saw the
dorm, saw you, and it was my chance. Your strength. Your power.
I've always wanted it."

"How Samson," the man said dismissively.

"Scott, he's the bigger guy, he and I had always fantasized about
becoming big and super strong, then taking you on to test our strength.
I saw the opportunity."

"So did he. He used a device I had created to defeat Blonsky. He
made me come to him." The seated man looked at Brandon. "My name's
David. David Banner."

"Brandon. Mister Banner, maybe I can help you."

"Shut up, kid. They're listening." Banner looked up.

On the ceiling, Brandon saw what appeared to be microphones and
cameras. He reacted, jumping and knocking them out with a single
punch of his fist. Sparks flashed as powerlines shorted out.

"Will that do it?" Brandon asked.

"For a few minutes, til they come. We have to speak fast."

"You said Scott used a device you created. Could he have used
something else of yours to get so strong?" Brandon asked.

"Nothing I created could do that," admitted Banner. "The Hulk was
born by accident. I was exposed to gamma rays, and they changed me.
Emil Blonsky, the thing they now call the Abomination, he was created
the same way. He got more than twice the dose of radiation I got, and
it nearly killed him. You can see how badly he's mutated. He's
barely human." Banner thought. "What's the source of your strength?"
he asked.

"I discovered something. I have a genetic mutation. There's a
sequence of DNA that effects my muscles. I found a chemical that
binds to that DNA and acts like a battery. It supercharges my
muscles. The more of the chemical I take, the more it makes my
muscles grow. Not just grow, become denser and stronger. It has
other advantages. I don't get sick anymore, and I heal very fast."

Banner looked at him questioningly. "After I became the Hulk, I did
some research and found the same thing with my genetics. However,
instead of chemicals, the gamma rays were powering the change. The
same was true for Blonsky, except the overdose began to mutate the
genes. That's why it's unstable. If your friend..."

"He's not my friend," interrupted Brandon. "He sent Abomination after
me and nearly killed me. He's so fucking strong, too."

"Well, his eyes. They were green, like the Hulk's. If he had found a
way to remove the harmful effects of the radiation," Banner paused,
"maybe, just maybe, that might explain his strength."

"Can you help?"

In the distance, they heard the sound of the elevator moving.

"They'll be here soon. Quick, I can't do it but you can. Damage
these on the outside. Just squeeze them a bit -- weaken the metal and
break the electronics. You should feel when it happens."

Brandon moved to the shackles binding Banner's arms. He squeezed.
His grip tightened, arm and chest muscles flexing. Nothing happened.
He squeezed harder. His arms began to shake, then he felt it. A
slight crack had formed in the metal. Brandon moved to the leg
shackles and did the same.

"Man, no wonder the Hulk had problems with you. I've never seen such
development," Banner said.

"Thanks," said Brandon making a bicep and rubbing it with his other
hand. "I've always wanted big strong muscles, like," Brandon looked
at Banner, "like the Hulks."

They heard the elevator door open and the sound of feet.

"Quickly," Banner said. "There's another exit over there. I'll wait
for my chance, then I'll make my break. Go. Get out of here. I'll
come to the university when I get free."

"I'll be looking for you," Brandon said as he made his way to the
other exit. There was no elevator, just a shaft. No problem for
Brandon. He knelt down, flexing his powerful legs and leapt straight
up. He got away and returned to the university to wait.

Scott spent the next day working on the gamma ray generator.
Equations that had taken months for him to derive began to make
perfect sense to him. Midday, he realized he was solving in the blink
of an eye partial differential equations that would take computers
months. Then it hit him.

"The gamma rays!" Scott had read about Samuel Sterns, who called
himself The Leader. Gamma rays hadn't accelerated his strength, it
had changed his mind. The same thing had happened to him. "No wonder
I have no problems with my strength. My mind is a super computer.
I've been calculating trajectories and force and everything else
without even realizing it."

Scott thought about tonight's experiment. In his mind, he ran
simulations, calculating doses of radiation and their effect on
Blonsky's genetic structure. "No problem. This is cake!" He made
the final changes to the machine, then went to a supply cabinet and
got a bucket. He placed it next to where Blonsky would stand.

Abomination arrived outside just after sunset. Scott was waiting in
his skinny form, and it took Blonsky a second to recognize him.

"Like Banner, I see," he said.

"The lab is too small for my new size," said Scott. Abomination
followed him into the basement. "Here it is," said Scott, pointing to
a row of lockers. He took off his shirt, and willed himself to
Hulk-level strength. "This more to your expectations?" he said as he
easily pushed the lockers out of the way. "Or should I get stronger?
You know, strong enough to crush you like a bug." Scott hit a crab pose
and inflated his muscles a bit, displaying inhumanly ripped muscle and vascularity.

"We're here to make me stronger, not you," said Blonsky, climbing
through the hole. "What do I need to do?"

"Trust me. The procedure has two parts. First, I need to undo the
damage the first overdose did. Then I can return your full strength
to you," Scott explained. "Everything is set up. Just stand over
there," Scott pointed.

Scott turned on a radio. "... is WRST, the worst station at the
bottom of the dial serving State Tech. And now..." the station began
to play some electronic-sounding music.

Blonsky walked over. When he was in position, Scott activated the
sequence. The gamma generated began to hum. Scott began to count
down, "Ten, nine... one". A blast hit Blonsky.

"I feel..." Blonsky began to change. The bumps on his skull decreased and his
skull took on a more normal, more human, shape. His
webbed ears receded. His skin became less scaley. "... weak,"
finished Blonsky. He was smaller, slightly over six feet. His arms
were noticeably thinner, as were his legs. His pecs were deflating
and his abs becoming smooth. His back was no longer thick, and
didn't push his arms from his sides. The spandex shorts became lose,
and he had to grab them so they didn't fall. His stomach began to
round and become distended. In seconds, Blonsky was no longer a green
monster, but a middle-aged man with little muscle tone and no
strength. His hair was thin, his chest was small and sagged, his arms
and legs thin. "What have you done!" cried Blonsky. Then, he turned
and saw the bucket. He grabbed it and began to throw up. He puked up
a luminous green bile. He vomitted for a good minute, filling up the
bucket. It smelled vile, like a decayed animal that had rotted in the
sun for too long.

"Trust me, Emil. I needed to reverse the process that created
Abomination. What you are expelling is the after effects of your
mutation," Scott explained.

Blonsky looked at him, tears running down his face.

"Three, two, one," Scott said. A second beam pulsed from the
generator, hitting Blonsky.

"What!" he cried as the change began. His saggy pecs became firm and
his arms became lean pipes of muscle. His legs filled out, and his
stomach flattened as eight bulges emerged. "Yes! I'm changing. I
feel strong again!" Blonsky flexed and watched as his muscle inflated
with power. Blonsky's voice deepened. "The power. More!" His skin
tightened around his growing body. He looked younger, and the hair on
his head began to fill in and lighten. As his chest expanded into one
any bodybuilder would be proud of, a fine growth of blonde hair
appeared. His thick arms and legs also sprouted hair. As he grew to
Hulk dimensions, he bounced his pecs. Like Scott, his skin remained
unchanged, though slightly tanned. Blonsky grew to six foot eleven,
and a massive seventeen hundred pounds of super strong muscle. He
felt a tinge of pain as the machine shut off.

"Done," said Scott. "That's all the power your body can handle. It's
about two and half times as strong as you were before."

Blonsky ran his hands over his hairy chest and flexed his arms. The head of the
bicep was clearly defined and the round tricep hung low. There was a dimple
where the bicep indented into bone. His forearms were bowling pin shaped,
pushing into his upper arm near the elbow and thinning to his wrist. His bicep
was a mountain peak that rose high above a rounded plain of his three-headed
deltoid. His traps rose high into his thick neck. Basketball shaped pecs
cantilevered above a ripped thin waist. His legs were thicker than most men's
stomachs, and were anatomy charts of muscular definition.

"You look to be about nineteen or twenty. Hope you don't mind that
side effect. Oh, and if you haven't noticed, you're packing a pretty
big basket in those shorts. All part of the treatment."

Blonsky shook his head in agreement. "I'm not a monster."

"No," said Scott. "In fact, you're quite handsome now."

The music that had been playing from the radio suddenly stopped.
"Sorry to interrupt," said the announcer, "but campus police advise
that the Hulk has escaped and has been seen approaching campus.
Students are advised to stay..." Scott turned off the radio.

"Good," said Blonsky. "Time for my revenge." He and Scott climbed
out of the secret lab and Scott pushed the lockers in front. They left the
basement.

Out of a dark corner, Brandon appeared. "So that's your little
secret, eh Scotty?" Brandon smiled.

[Corwin]

The Hulk landed in a large grassy field in the center of campus.
Windows rattled as his powerful legs absorbed and transferred the
force of a half ton of muscle into the ground. The Hulk could sense
that his Banner self was relieved. No one at the base had been
seriously hurt or killed. When they had come to interrogate Banner,
he realized he could wait no longer. He changed into the Hulk.

The Hulk-buster weapons proved ineffective, unable to penetrate or
harm his Hulk-skin. He had destroyed the detention room and escaped
through the elevator shaft. The soldiers would be trapped in the
subterranean prison since he had destroyed the elevator mechanism when
he had propelled his powerful body like a missile through the roof of
the building. Hulk grinned, enjoying the feeling of power in his
hyper-muscular body. His legs had generated enough force to leap
three and half miles straight up and still demolish roof made from 6
inches of hardened steel. No one is stronger than Hulk! He wanted to
believe that, but there was the other one, the one named Scott.

The thought of Scott made Hulk angry, and the anger fueled his
strength. His muscles tightened and his body grew slightly larger.
His shoulders widened, his arms thickened, his pecs and lats bulged,
and his legs -- those incredibly powerful legs, pressed against each
other harder demanding more room. NO ONE WILL BE STRONGER THAN HULK!

Banner's thoughts took over. The school must have been alerted that
Hulk was coming. No one was in sight. Good. He could meet up with
Brandon. Banner had an idea. It wouldn't work for him, but if
Brandon would agree to work with him, he should be able to change the
man. If it worked.

Banner's thoughts were interrupted. Hulk saw two people on the other
side of the field. One was small, maybe six feet or less. The person
was skinny and no threat. The other, though, was big and thick. The
two were backlit, so Hulk could only see their shadows.

"Hulk!" It was a voice with a Russian accent that Hulk recognized.
Hulk saw the big creature lift the skinny person by the neck.
"Remember what I did to Betty Ross. YOUR BETTY. Should I do the same
to this?"

At the sound of Betty's name, Hulk's anger exploded. Betty was dead,
and Blonsky was to blame. Hulk felt a surge of strength and power,
and Banner's thoughts were forced into the back of Hulk's mind as his
primitive fight instincts took over. Hulk began to run toward
Abomination, feeling his strength pass anything the creature could
withstand. Hulk remembered that Abomination was stronger than him
normally, but the madder Hulk got, the easier it was to beat the other
gamma creature. And Hulk was furious.

As Hulk ran, his pecs bounced, rising higher as his anger caused them
to grow thicker and stronger. His quads, hamstrings and calves
exploded with size, each muscle fiber thickening and becoming more
defined. His biceps pressed against his forearms as each pulsed with
new strength. ABOMINATION NOT STRONGER THAN HULK NOW!

Hulk saw Abomination throw the skinny person to the ground and begin
to run at him. This is the way the two had met. That time, Hulk
wasn't prepared. He had been overpowered by Blonsky's strength. Each
of the creatures arm was as powerful as his body. No longer. Banner
had drained him, made him weaker so Hulk could smash. Hulk will smash
now. Hulk prepared to hit Abomination with all his might and all his
anger. It would be a short fight, and Hulk would win.

Hulk's speed increased as he got madder. As the two muscle beasts
closed in, Banner sensed something was wrong. Hulk didn't care, and
surpressed the Banner personality behind his growing anger. Hulk
flexed his fist, ready to pound Abomination as they hit. In the
microsecond before they met, Hulk realized that Abomination had
changed. He wasn't green. He had normal skin. His web ears were
gone, and he had hair. Smashing would be easy. Hulk drew back and
let loose a punch with the power of a nuclear bomb.

Blonsky had picked up Scott by the neck to enrage the Hulk. He reminded
him how he had killed Banner's wife to fuel that rage. Blonsky wanted
Hulk at full power to show the beast that no matter how strong he
could get, Emil Blonsky was stronger. It had worked. Hulk charged
him. History was about to repeat itself. Blonsky prepared his fist,
ready to strike.

Scott had read about the first encounter. "They hit with a force that
shook the mountains," the report had said. As Blonsky and Hulk
collided, each threw a punch into the other's chest. Both had
flexed their chest armor, knowing that the hardness and density of the
muscle would easily deflect the other's weaker blow. The Hulk's fist
pounded into Blonsky's thick pec but couldn't dent the round, hard
muscle. Blonsky's fist crashed through Hulk's pec, pressing inches
into the gamma-strengthened muscle fibers. A sound like an atomic
blast erupted as the combatants collided, shaking the ground like an
earthquake. Blonsky's legs and torso absorbed the Hulk's inertia as
the Russian blasted into him, forcing him into the air and driving him
backward.

The Hulk shot through the air and landed where he had started.
Blonsky was there moments later. "Remember what I said Hulk, 'Never
before has anyone withstood your strongest attack and beat you with
an onslaught still stronger!' I did it then and I did it now!"

"No one beats back Hulk!" the beast said, feeling even angrier at his
humiliation. His muscles expanded, becoming thicker and denser with
more strength. The Hulk punched Blonsky in his abs. Blonsky hadn't
even flexed the muscles, but the Hulk's fist bounced off with no
effect what so ever.

Blonsky laughed, reliving his first triumph over the beast. Again, Hulk
punched. Blonsky grabbed the Hulk's hand, stopping it. The Hulk's
muscles pushed, and jerked to a complete stop by Blonsky's greater
power. He pulled the Hulk's arm up with such force, his massive body
was lifted. Blonsky swung the Hulk over his head and tossed him
backward, sending him scraping on the ground for yards.

"I called you a brainless beast then, Banner. Remember? Do you still
retain his thoughts now, Hulk, or are you too angry? It doesn't matter.
Remember what I said next? 'My natural power is greater than yours!'"
The Hulk tried to get up, but Blonsky raised a single fist and slammed
it into the Hulk's back, sending the Hulk crashing into the ground.
"When I am ready, I will have you helpless."

The Hulk moaned and felt himself angrier than he had ever been. He
looked at Blonsky. "I've heard your speeches before," Hulk snarled,
forcing Banner to think for him. "When they called you Ravager of Worlds,
and Galaxy Master restored your strength. I told you then, the madder Hulk
gets, the stronger Hulk gets. You could be ten times stronger than me.
All Hulk has to do is get ten times as mad."

"Then why haven't you?"

Hulk stands up, towering above Blonsky, his gamma-charged body growing
and expanding with new power fueled by his growing anger. Hulk raised
a double fist. Hulk's muscles flexed and tensed, larger than he's ever
seen them. Hulk has reached the boiling point. His lats expanded and
power a double fisted punch toward Blonsky's head.

Blonsky raises a single arm, catching the Hulk's punch. Hulk pushes
Blonsky's arm down with great effort, the momentum of the punch
slowing. Hulk pushes with all his ever increasing might, but to no
avail. Blonsky stops the downward motion, holding the Hulk's arms
motionless with his single, massive arm.

The Hulk lets out a scream in anger and frustration. Blonsky laughs
at him. "Get madder. I don't care. I can still stop you single
handed. What can more anger do, require me to use to hands?" Blonsky
laughs harder, then stops. "I think my fun is done," he says. "I'm
through toying with you."

Blonsky flexed his free arm in Hulk's face, showing him the size and
thickness of his arm. Hulk looks down, and deep in his mind, he hears
Banner think, 'My god, his arm is as thick as Hulk's legs!'. It's the
last coherent thought Banner will have. Blonsky's makes a fist and
punches Hulk hard, sending him flying 100 yards into the air, nearly
knocking him out.

Inside the physics building, Brandon had slid back the lockers and was
exploring Scott's lab. He saw equations and the gamma ray generator,
but none of it made any sense to him. Suddenly, he felt the building
shake. He looked around, fearing Scott had found him, but no. He ran
out of the lab and up the stairs. Outside, he saw the Hulk. He was
getting up and facing the man who use to be the Abomination. Hulk
looked angry. He raised both his hands to crush his opponent. The
handsome blonde man raised a single hand and overpowered the Hulk!
"Fuck!" Brandon couldn't believe what he was seeing. The blonde man
then made a fist and punched Hulk, sending him flying into the air.
Brandon watched, and saw Hulk coming toward him. Brandon moved into
the shadows.

The Hulk landed ten yards in front of the physics building. The
blonde man ran over, covering the distance faster than a sprinter
could. Scott joined him.

"Told you," said Scott to Blonsky. "He may get stronger when he gets
madder, but there are limits. He's always been too dumb to realize
that. The gamma rays strengthened him, but they are not an infinite
power source. Anger activitates them in him, and it can nearly double
his power, but not quite."

"When he said that before?" Blonsky asked.

"He scared you. He psyched you out, and you believed him. This time,
you believed me."

The Hulk moaned and began to move.

Blonsky lifted the Hulk up and shook him. The Hulk opened his eyes.
Blonsky put him down and the Hulk staggered a bit, then shook it off.

Blonsky stood still, smacking a fist into the palm of his hands. Each
smack sounded louder than thunder. He smacked harder, and the sound
became louder. "Nothing alive can withstand my next punch," Blonsky
bragged.

Brandon made his move. He leapt out from his hiding place and grabbed
the Hulk, pushing him 20 yards away from Blonsky. He placed his arm
around the grogger beast, and before Blonsky could react, told the
Hulk to jump. Four legs of unimagined power squatted then leapt away.

Blonsky made signs as if to go after them, but Scott stopped them.
"Don't worry, they'll be back. And when they come back, we'll be
ready for them."

[Corwin]

As the leapt away, Brandon felt the Hulk's body go limp. The Hulk's
breathing seemed labored, but Brandon's thoughts were to flee first
and deal with that when they were safe.

They landed four miles away, but Brandon feared Scott or Blonsky or
both might find them. He leapt again. The Hulk's body was shrinking,
loosing the extra muscle he had developed through his anger, but the
man still weighed over one thousand pounds. Brandon could only manage
two mile leaps, but got them to a wooded area where he thought the
cover would conceal them. He laid the unconscious green-skinned man
on the ground.

Brandon had always fantasized about having the super-muscular,
super-strong Hulk totally under his command. He placed his hand on
the massive, heaving pec, and heard the Hulk groan in pain. He slid
his hand over the mountainous muscle, feeling its weight in his hand
but also watching the Hulk's reaction. Certain areas were obviously
sore, where Blonsky's punches had hurt. As he touched the sternum, he
felt that it was obviously cracked. Brandon ran his hand along the
contour of the muscle, feeling for broken ribs. The Hulk's painful
groans and sudden jitters told him there were many.

Brandon moved his hands over the Hulk's abs. He moved his hands to
the top of the Hulk's pants and unbuttoned them. He felt the Hulk's
lower abs. The man's spleen was tender, as was his appendix and
possibly his liver. Brandon suspected the organs had suffered damage.

Brandon looked at the Hulk. His breathing seemed normal now. Brandon
had heard that the Hulk healed fast, and he hoped his gamma-powered
body was working to repair the damage. All he could do was wait.

---

Blonsky looked at Scott. "Why not go now? The Hulk is hurt. I can
finish him off."

"Then it will be over," Scott replied. "Now, you have the added
advantage of having him know that you're more powerful and there's
nothing he can do to stop you. At any time, you have the strength to
finish him off. No more 'Hulk is strongest' because you are stronger.
No more 'Hulk smash' because you can smash him anytime you want.
Isn't that the better revenge?"

Blonsky thought, then smiled. "Yes. I like the way your mind works."

"Besides," added Scott. "Where can they go. Brandon 'the campus
hero' has to come back here sometime. No doubt Banner will follow
him. All we have to do is wait."

Blonsky nodded.

"So now what?" asked Scott. "Do you have a place to go?"

Blonsky thought a second. "No, I don't think so. I've lived in
sewers and in caves for so long. I've been a hideous creature for
long, shunned. I don't want to go back to that life."

"You don't have to. Why don't we go back to my room and get you
cleaned up. You can crash there for a while while we wait for them to
return," offered Scott. "I'm not in the dorms anymore. They moved me
to an off-campus apartment, but it's close."

"Distance isn't a problem," reminded Blonsky. After a brief pause, he
added, "No need for you to power up, my friend. Let me carry you."
Before Scott could reply, Blonsky lifted him into his arms. "Where?"

Scott felt the warmth of the muscle giant's hairy chest and the power
of his arms. It had been everything Scott had dreamed about. Well, until
recently when he got his power. He felt a tingle in his stomach and
distracted by the power. "Uhm... that way." He signalled northeast.

"How far?" Blonsky flexed his chest a bit, pressing Scott into him.
Did he realize the effect he was having?

"Uh, well, uhm, maybe a mile. By a Wendy's Hamburgers' place." Scott
felt flushed.

Blonsky jumped, carrying Scott in the direction he had indicated.
Scott could not help feel Blonsky's body flex and harden as he
overcame the force of gravity with his legs, the rush of wind as they
travelled, and the way his body absorbed the impact of their landing.
They were in the parking lot of Wendy's. Customers and passers-by
seemed surprised at the nearly seven foot tall blond
greek-god-of-a-man falling from the sky. Blonsky put Scott down and
smiled at him.

"It's over here," said Scott after a few seconds. They walked over
to a nondescript building. Scott pulled out his keys and let them
in. They walked up a couple flights of stairs, and Scott unlocked a
second door and turned on the lights.

Blonsky looked around. He saw a mirror and walked over to it,
staring into it. It was the first time he saw himself since the
transformation. He raised his big hand and combed it through his
hair, seeming to be making sure both that it was his reflection and
that the hair really was his. He noted his deep green eyes that
seemed to glow, and his perfect ultra-white smile. His features
were perfect and he had a youthful look about him. He noted his
massive musculature, a body that made even the most powerful
bodybuilder look small. His look became serious, then his upper
lip began to involuntarily quiver. A single tear rolled down his
cheek. Then, it was joined by another.

"Emil, what's wrong?" Scott asked.

"I'm human," he said. "I never thought I would be human again. I
wanted to die, wanted Banner to kill me. I hated him and I hated
what I had become -- a monster." Blonsky turned to Scott. "You did
this for me." Blonsky looked deeply at Scott, then said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Scott felt like he was being melted by Blonsky's eyes.

Blonsky looked around. The apartment was sparse, barely lived in.
There was a suitecase with some clothes. The bed was unmade. By the
bed were several issues of Muscle and Fitness and Men's Exercise.
Blonsky smiled.

"You are a homosexual, right?" he asked knowingly. "You said that to Brandon."

"Ya, I'm gay," Scott said.

Blonsky walked over to the magazines, and opened one to a photospread
of some bodybuilding show. He carried it back to the mirror. He
looked at several men doing a side chest pose, and copied them His
biceps formed huge medicine-ball-sized mounds below his boulder-sized
delts. His pecs flexed into globes of power that hung perfectly over
a thin waist. His legs would have made redwood trees jealous of
their size. His body exuded hardness and power. He looked at
himself, comparing his body to the men in the magazine, then looked
at Scott. "You like muscles, right? Strong muscles. A hard body.
Right now, I am the strongest man in the world. My body makes the
men in your picture book look small. Do you like this body? I know
in a moment you could overpower me, but don't. Stay the way you are,
and, if it pleases you, show me if you like my body."

Scott looked at Emil. He felt horny, that was for sure. Emil
Blonsky was now a beautiful man. He was everything that got to
Scott. Scott wondered whether he had subconsciously manipulated the
gamma rays to do this to him. At the same time, he had some sympathy
for the man. He couldn't take advantage of him. "Emil, are you
gay?" he asked.

Blonsky thought. "In the Soviet Union ... in the KGB ... there were
no homosexual people. Homosexuality was a weakness that was not
permitted. I married, and I told myself that I loved her, but I
abused her. I used her. I hated myself for that and I convinced
myself that was love. I'm not sure I know how to love." He stopped
talking for a minute. "I do love my body. When you overpowered me,
I felt something. I have always loved the muscles and the power, and
you are so much more than me. Then you did this... this great gift
you have given me."

"We had a deal, Emil. You lived up to your end..." Scott reminded him.

"Yes, but you made me not be a monster. I am a man again. I have
the power, and..." Blonsky stopped. "I offer myself to you. I feel
for you. More than a friend. More than I have felt for anyone. Do
you not want me?"

Scott laughed. "Emil, I do want you. I want you so much that I want
to make sure. I don't want you to do this because you think I want
you to. Anything that happens, I want it to happen because you want
it. As Abomination, you had power but you were hated. I know that,
but there is something about you. Something human. Maybe it's your
suffering. I've always liked lost puppies, but I won't take
advantage of you."

Blonsky walked toward Scott. He lowered his head until their lips
touched, and he kissed him. "Please, Scott, worship my body, it will
make me happy." Blonsky stood up. He extended his arms into a T
shape, then raised his forearms and flexed his biceps. Flaring his
lats, flexing his chest, sucking his abs into a vacuum, and extending
his right leg into a massive flex, Emil Blonsky displayed his
magnificent musculature.

Scott walked over and knelt down. He reached out and felt Blonky's
calf. Placing his tongue to Emil's leg, he began to tongue-bathe his
man.
---
Hours went by, and the Hulk did not wake. At dawn, Brandon noticed
the green monster stir.

"I feel like I was hit by a bus," the Hulk said, sounding more like
Banner than the monster.

"It was Abomination. I saw it. Scott used his gamma ray device and
changed him. He has his original strength back. He did this,"
Brandon explained. "Are you OK?"

"Yes. The Hulk heals fast."

"But," Brandon paused, then said, "you don't sound like the Hulk."

"I have more control now. It's taken time and effort, but I am still
David Banner, mostly. Unless the anger takes over. But enough about
me." At that, the Hulk began to change. His body shrank and his
muscles became smaller as he changed into David Banner. "I think I
have a solution to our problems. You said you saw the gamma ray
machine?"

"Yes," said Brandon. "I guess Scott and Abomination..."

"His name is Blonsky. Emil Blonsky."

"OK, Blonsky. I guess Scott and Blonsky left to fight you. I
explored Scott's lab. I couldn't understand anything."

"That's OK. That's where I come in. I've been thinking about what
you told me, about the chemicals you took. Do you know how they
might react to gamma rays?" Banner asked.

Brandon thought out loud. "I never thought about it. The chemicals
serve as a power store. I guess that the energy in the gamma rays
would be absorbed by the chemicals."

"That's what I was thinking. Right now, you are as strong as the
Hulk. If we get you in front of that machine,"

"I'd be stronger than Scott!" Brandon's eyes lit up and he smiled
like a Cheshire Cat.

"Exactly," said Banner.

[Corwin]

Scott was lying on the floor, Emil cuddled up next to him. He looked
at the other man, so small compared to his huge body. Thoughts of the
night before raced through Scott's mind.

It had begun with Scott worshipping Emil's super-muscular body. The
feeling of every steely-hard inch and every valley and every mountain
that Emil's muscles created. Scott felt Emil's body flush, and
noticed his excitement. Emil lifted Scott, and held him so gently for
such a powerful man. They kissed.

"Emil, what do you want?" Scott asked. There was no reply. "I think
I know." Scott concentrated, his body expanding with thick muscles.
He stopped when he had achieved Hulk strength. "Grrrrrr," Scott
growled playfully, flexing into a crab that the Hulk used to
intimidate his opponents in a display of strength. He changed into a
double bicep, "Do you want to smash Scott-hulk? Show me how strong
you are!"

Blonsky walked over to Scott. He rubbed his hand over Scott's arms,
admiring their size and shape. Keeping his hand on Scott's flexed
bicep, he stuck his face in the cave of Scott's armpit and sniffed
deeply. Then, Emil began to squeeze. His fingers dug into the iron
hardness of Scott's muscle. Scott flexed harder and whispered, "smash
that." Emil's fingers were forced out, so he squeezed harder. Scott
flexed again, forcing Emil's hand out. Scott watched Emil's forearm
flex as the see-sawed testing the other's strength. The outcome was
inevitable. With only category 100 strength, Scott was no match for
Emil's power. Emil's hand crushed Scott's mountain of muscle down
into a hill.

Emil was breathing fast. He moved his hand from Scott's defeated arm,
and placed it on Scott's pec. "Flex," he ordered as he rubbed Scott's
nipple. The scene repeated itself. Emil tested his power against all
of Scott-Hulk's muscles, demonstrating to both his superior power.

Eventually, Emil took Scott's hand and placed it on his cock. "Smash
this," he ordered. Scott stroked and squeezed Emil. He used all his
strength, but Emil's powerful body was invulnerable to Scott-Hulk's
muscles.

"Too hard," Scott said as Emil felt Scott's arm flexing in an attempt
to do the impossible. It was the first time Emil shot that night.
There were many more.

The scene repeated as Scott powered up to Emil's strength level. The
two muscle giants sparred and played with each the other's muscles of
equal strength. Battle after battle became draws as neither could
'smash' the other. Both Emil and Scott came together.

Scott kissed Emil. "Do you want me to?" he asked.

Emil smiled. "Yes please. Scott smash," he said.

Scott knelt on the floor. The apartment's nine foot ceilings would be
too small for him. Emil came over to him and put him in a bear hug.
Scott command more strength. His body expanded, breaking Emil's grip
with powerful ease. Scott grew taller, looking down on the now
smaller powerhouse. Emil began to punch him, hitting him with his
considerable might. Scott didn't care -- he barely felt it. The
floor squealed at having to support two tons of man muscle, but it
held.

Scott now easily overpowered Emil, and Emil worshipped Scott's
superior body. The muscle play and tests of strength got to both of
them, and again they came together. Emil curled up next to Scott and
fell asleep. Scott watched the sun come up as the shadows accentuated
Emil's magnificent body. Scott was happy.

----

Brandon and the Hulk arrived outside the physics building just after
dawn. The Hulk transformed back into Banner, and the two walked into
the basement.

"It's through here," said Brandon, leading Banner through a hole in
the wall.

"Not exactly a state-of-the-art lab, is it?" Banner said.

"We're just students, and I guess Scott needed some place to do his
work. No one ever comes down here. Hell, I didn't even know this
place was here," Brandon explained.

"Well, at least it is private," said Banner, walking over to some
papers. He scanned them. "Well, this explains something. This is my
research from GammaBase. Scott must have broken into the military
computers and stolen it. Your pal Scott is one smart cookie." Banner
walked over to the control panel and looked at it. Next, he went to
the gamma ray geneator. He shuffled through some papers and took out
what appeared to be schematics. He looked at both. "That Scott is a
genius. The modifications he made, concentrating and cleaning the
beam, amazing. No wonder he's more powerful than me. I doubt there
is any limit to what his strength could be. I can only guess how long
he exposed himself. And here," Banner pointed to something, "this was
just added. It must be what changed Blonsky. Fascinating!"

Brandon was glad that Banner knew what was going on with the machine,
but he was growing nervous and impatient. He walked over to a pale of
green goo and put his hand down.

"Don't touch that!" screamed Banner, running over. He looked at it.
"It's probably radioactive. I don't want to contaminate you. If I'm
right, Blonsky and I are now limited by the impure gamma ray generator
that originally changed us."

"What is that goo?" Brandon asked.

"I think that's what's left of Abomination. It's what Blonsky
expelled when Scott changed him. If I'm right, and I'm pretty sure I
am," said Banner.

"So, you can use this doo-hicky ray gun on me?" Brandon asked.

"Yes, let's get started." Banner walked to the control panel.

---

Emil woke up in Scott's arms. Scott reduced his mass to proportions
manageable for the apartment. They showered and dressed. Emil wore
spandex shorts and no shirt. Scott did the same, but packed a shirt
in his bag for when he was in class.

They stepped outside and leapt to campus. Scott had no desire to hide
his power anymore. No one could stop him.

"Let's stop by the lab for a second. I want to dispose of that bucket
before campus gets busy," Scott said as they entered the physics
building. They walked down the stairs. In the basement, Scott
noticed that the lockers were not blocking the entrace to the lab. He
saw lights coming through the hole in the wall. His heart began to
race when he heard the buzz of the gamma ray generator. Someone was
using it.

[MuscleMage]

Darn, I am completely hoping to see Brandon's growth. I guess I'll have to wait for the next episode.

[Corwin]

Banner typed some things into the control panel. "Pretty
unsophisticated controls," he muttered. The gamma ray generator began
to hum. "OK, stand over there. I'm not sure what's going to happen.
Some of the enhancements to the generator are pretty sophisticated.
Also, I'm not sure that there won't be any side effects with the
chemicals you've taken. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You bet!" Brandon said without hesitation. "I love having the
power. I love being
stronger than anyone else, being totally unstoppable. The way everyone treated
me when I saved the campus,"

"You didn't really save the campus," Banner corrected.

"Ya, well, I was a hero. I loved that. Superman, Captain America,
shit, they have it made. I want that. Come on, make me the strongest
again. Let's put some muscle on this muscle," Brandon said, flexing
his arm.

Banner seemed to be having second thoughts, but realized he didn't
have much choice. Blonsky wanted him dead, and Scott's power over him
was equivalent to his power over a normal man. He needed an ally with
power, and right now, his best hope was Brandon. Maybe after he
studied Scott's modifications, he could find away to enhance his own
powers, but he didn't have time for that now. Banner started the
sequence. The numbers began to tick down from 10 to 1.

As the first rays of gamma radiation hit Brandon, his body began to
emit a blinding light. Banner shielded his eyes and screamed, "Are you
OK?"

"It's working!" Brandon cried back. In a slightly deeper voice, he
said "I feel great. Stronger!" As his voice deepened, he cried,
"MORE!"

Brandon's body was like a balloon attached to a tank of helium.
Muscles exploded with strength and expanded across his body. His pecs
bulged and he could not longer see over them. His shoulders widened
and he felt his thighs press into each other, forcing his balls and
dick forward. His arms were forced wide from his side by his
thickening lats. Brandon rubbed his hands over his body, feeling the
weight and power of his pecs. He flexed his arms and gaped at the
towering muscular mound. His clothes were ripped from his body,
forming a heap at his feet. Only his jock strap remained on, pulled
tight by his glutes and overstuffed with his manhood.

Beyond the feeling of size, Brandon felt a power growing inside him.
He knew nothing could harm him. He could do anything. He was the
strongest being ever to walk the planet. It was a power he always
craved. He realized he had always been jealous of the Hulk, and
wanted that might for himself. Now, the Hulk was a gnat compared to
his strength and size. He wanted more. He wanted his strength to
increase forever.

Brandon felt his head touch the ceiling, and he felt cramped. He
wanted more. He dropped to his knees.

David Banner was blinded by the ever increasing light around Brandon.
The longer he was exposed, the brighter the light. The atomic reaction
seemed to be as luminous as the explosion of a hydrogen bomb, with all
the power concentrated in one man. Banner heard a loud 'THUD'.
"Brandon, are you OK?"

Before he could answer, there was a loud crash behind him. A piece of
debris slammed into Banner's back. He turned, and saw Scott and
Blonsky.

Scott was at full power. His ten foot, two thousand pounds of muscle
was slouched over, too large for the basement. Even though he was too
big, he still flew toward the machine. "Turn that off now!" he
screamed.

Blonsky grabbed Banner, who had turned into the Hulk. "We have
unfinished business," Blonsky said.

Scott started the shutdown sequence. As the generator powered down,
the blinding light began to fade, but concealed the subject of
Banner's experiment.

Scott turned to Blonsky. "Wait! Who is that? What did you do?"

Blonsky's face showed a look of surprised horror. Scott felt a tap on
his shoulder. As he turned, a fist hit his face. It felt like he had
been hit by a freight train. His powerful body flew, crashing through
a wall then through the foundation of the building. He finally
stopped, embedded in eight feet of dirt. Scott worked himself free,
and hurried back to the lab.

In the lab, Scott saw a muscular giant holding Emil by his neck,
Emil's feet were not touching the ground. Even though the giant was
kneeling, the massive man's head scraped the ceiling. Scott's
powerful mind estimated that the creature was at least thirteen feet
tall, and weighed over two and half tons, all of it pure muscle. He
recognized the
behemoth. It was Brandon.

"Put him down!" Scott ordered.

"Or what, Scotty-boy? This bad man was picking on my little friend
the Hulk. I don't like it when people pick on my friends," Brandon
said with a smile on his face.

"I said put him down!" Every muscle in Scott's body began to tense
and flex, ripples of power evident on his body.

"Oooo, Scotty is trying to look all tough now," mocked Brandon.
"Well, I don't want to get you mad. Well, not yet. Take him,"
Brandon tossed Emil right at Scott. Emil hit Scott with such force,
it knocked him backwards, both men rolling on the floor. "But come
back. I think we have some unfinished business!" Brandon laughed.

Scott was stunned, but shook it off. He saw Emil lying on the ground
and ran over to him. "Emil! Are you OK?"

Blonsky groaned. "I'll..." he coughed, then spit out some blood, "be
fine. He packs a helluva punch."

"Scotty! I'm waiting!" Brandon's voice came from the lab.

"Scott," Emil said, "be careful."

"I will be," Scott said with determination. He stood up as far as he
could in the confined space and walked into the lab.

The Hulk stood next to Brandon. The man whose size and strength both
Scott and Brandon had always wished to have looked so small. Scott
knew that they now both were the muscular gods, and the Hulk
was as weak compared to them as a normal man was weak compared to the
Hulk. Scott also knew what Brandon wanted. He wanted to know who was
top dog now.

"'Bout time, little man," Brandon said. "Hey, you haven't told me
whether you like the new look?" Brandon swept his thick arms from the
top of his massive chest down to his waist and enormous thighs. "I
guess it is a bit cramped in here for you to totally appreciate the
new me!" Brandon looked up. Seeing two support beams, he
grabbed them, and began to press up.

"Wait!" shouted Banner. "There may be people in the building."

"Who the fuck cares about them!' Brandon said.

Banner's eyes widened in horror.

"Oh, OK. Don't get those silly purple panties in a bundle." Brandon
pressed up again. His massive shoulders burst into three distinct
heads. There was a creek from the beams, and the crack as plaster,
mortar and brick broke under incredible strain. Brandon's upper arms
exploded with size and incredible definition as thick ropey veins and
diamond-hard muscle stretched paper-thin skin. Brandon raised the
building at an angle, leaning it toward the front. He then dropped
it, raised it again, and dropped it. "Everybody that wants to live,
get out! Ollie Ollie Oxen free!" Brandon lifted the building again,
then slammed it down one last time. Looking Scott in the eye, he
smiled. "You know what, Scotty. This big old building," he pressed
it straight up, shattering any supports left, "is as light as a
feather to me." To demonstrate the point, he lowered it and raised
it, doing reps.

Outside, they could hear people running as the final people evacuated
the hall. "Sounds like everyone's out." Brandon slid one leg
forward. For the first time, Scott could see that Brandon's thigh was
larger than the Hulk's body. In fact, Brandon's arms looked thicker
than the Hulk's chest! Holding the building, Brandon stood up. The
building's supports creaked, and part of the facade shattered and
fell. "Ya know," Brandon said as he stood, "I could do this with one
arm, no problem! But the poor old building couldn't handle that.
Well, who the fuck cares."

Just then, Scott made his move. Able to stand up now, he flexed his
legs and dived right into Brandon, hitting him in the abs with all the
force he could muster. Brandon took a step back, nearly dropping the
building. Scott, on the other hand, bounced off Brandon and landed on
his ass, skidding backward on the lab's floor.

"Dude, that wasn't nice. I nearly dropped this!" Brandon pressed the
building up and down again, then added, "but I guess you're right. It
is getting in my way. I can't give you the thrashing you deserve
while I'm holding it." With that, Brandon lowered the building then
tossed it. The building flew up 100 feet in the air, then fell,
crashing into the grassy field outside, totally destroyed.

Brandon began to stretch, twisting from side to side, stretching his
lats and flexing his pecs. Huge muscle rippled over huge muscle. He
bent at the waist and stretched hamstrings as large as a bear,
flexing quads that looked like a topographic map of mountain range.
"Man, that feels good." Brandon walked over to Scott, and looking
down at him, said, "So little man. Didn't you say something about
teaching me a lesson." Brandon bounced his massive pecs, creating a
breeze that blew into Scott's face. "Come on then," he said, "bring
it on."

Scott formed two fists, causing his medicine-ball sized biceps to flex
and the veins in his forearms to press out of his skin. He swung his
right fist, then his left, repeating over and over into Brandon's
cinderblock-sized abs. There was no effect. Scott put more power
into his punches.

Each punch could pulverize a small mountain, but Brandon stood there.
He began to laugh. "Gee Scotty, is this suppose to be having an
effect on me." Brandon put his palm on Scott's head and pushed,
sending Scott flying backward.

Scott ran toward Brandon. Again, Brandon extended his arm. Scott
slammed into it and was stopped. Scott's legs strained and pumped,
but no matter how hard he pushed, how much energy his legs could
generate, Scott could not defeat Brandon's arm.

Brandon started to walk forward, casually taking one step, then two,
pushing Scott backward with little or no effort.

"Gee Scotty, are you even really trying? I thought you were strong.
Guess not." Brandon made a fist and swung it hard into Scott's abs.
The force of the impact caused Scott to buckle over.

Emil came flying in from the hall. Leaping at Brandon, he tried to
use his body as a battering ram. He hit full force into Brandon's
pecs. Brandon reacted, letting him hit that had no chance of hurting him
then grabbing Emil in a bear hug. Brandon held him and began to flex
his hard body, crushing Blonsky.

Emil screamed! His head flew back as he tried to resist the
planet-crushing force. His eyes rolled back in his head, and gurgles
of spit rolled out of his mouth. His face began to turn purple as blood
was squeezed from his torso like a tube of toothpaste.

"NO!" cried Scott. "Let him go." Scott was angry. His voice began
to get deeper, and his muscles began to inflate with new strength.

"I don't want to let him go. These soft muscles of his crush so
easily!" said Brandon.

Scott ran over and tried to pry Brandon's arms apart.
"I...said...let...him...go." Scott's arms pulsed with power. Ever
exertion was stronger than the one before. Scott was getting bigger
too. He was still smaller than Brandon, but not by much.

At first, Brandon felt nothing. His arms easily countered anything
Scott tried to do.
As Scott got madder, Brandon began to feel pressure on his arms. He
applied more
strength. If Scott wanted a test of strength, muscle against muscle,
Brandon was
determined to win. Brandon squeezed harder, but felt his arms begin
to move apart.
Brandon began to show the strain, and slowly, Scott was able to pry his arms
loose.

Brandon dropped Emil, who fell limp at his feet. He immediately
pounded at Scott, causing him to fall backward. "Oh no, Scotty boy.
You don't get to beat me."

"Fuck you asshole," replied Scott, slamming a double handed blow into
Brandon's chest. The force cause the muscle giant to stagger
backwards.

"I said no!" Brandon was getting angry now. However, unlike Scott
and the Hulk, the anger did not fuel his strength.

"What's wrong, dude! Looks like the madder I get, the stronger I get.
That not working for you? Too fucking bad!" Scott was now as large as
Brandon. He swung, hitting Brandon with an upper cut. The blow
lifted Brandon from the ground, sending him tumbling backward. Scott
took advantage of the situation, kicking Brandon with the force of a
magnitude nine earthquake.

Brandon tried to shake it off, to regain his composure, but Scott was
on him again. Lifting Brandon from the ground, Scott drove his fist
into Brandon's face, causing blood to spirt from his mouth. "Picking
on me is one thing, scumbag, but you don't touch Emil." Scott hit him
again and the already staggered giant passed out.

Emil was on all fours on the ground. Scott dropped Brandon and ran to
him. "You OK?"

"I'm tough," said Blonsky. "I'll live."

"Good. Think you can carry Brandon over there, in front of the generator?"

"What are you going to do?" asked the Hulk, who was trying to revive
Brandon.

Blonsky got up and shoved the Hulk out of the way. "None of your
business. And if you don't get out of here now, maybe we'll do it to
you too!"

The Hulk faced Blonsky who got up and strode over to him. "Move or
die now, Banner. I don't think Scott is in any mood to save you now."

The Hulk at Scott, who was at the controls of the gamma ray
generator. "Just get Brandon in front of the generator before he
wakes up! Do what you have to."

Blonsky slammed a fist into his palm. The Hulk jumped, leaping away.

Emil picked up Brandon who began to groan. "I think he's waking up,"
said Emil as he dropped him where Scott had indicated.

"I'm ready," said Scott, turning on the generator.

Gamma rays pulsed from the machine, hitting Brandon. Unlike before,
his skin turned black now.

"I reverse the polarity," said Scott, watching Brandon.

Brandon began to stir. He tried to move, but something was wrong.
He began to feel weaker.

"What?" he said, realizing that his muscles were shrinking. "No!" he cried
"Not my muscles! Not my power! Stop! You can't! STOP!" He was
only ten feet tall now, and getting smaller. His massive arms began
to thin, and his heaving pecs were shrinking. The power he felt in
himself was waning. He tried to move, but was sluggish as his
muscles felt sore. Slowly he stood. Now, barely eight feet tall, he
needed to get away. He forced his thighs to flex, but they felt so
weak compared to what they were just seconds ago. He pulled all his
inner energy, bent and then forced every once of power out of them that he
could muster. He leapt out of the bean and got away.

As he jumped, his skin returned to normal. Scott
watched a seven foot six Brandon leap in the same direction as the
Hulk.

"Did it work?" asked Emil.

"Ya," replied Scott. "You're looking at the number one muscle man
again! Brandon's short-lived stint as king-of-the-hill is over.
He's probably still stronger than you, but," Scott flexed an arm,
"this cannon could easily pound his sorry ass into the ground."

People were beginning to gather around. Scott and Emil talked
briefly, then Scott gathered up his papers. Emil picked up the
controls and Scott grabbed the gamma ray generator. "Don't want any
of this stuff falling into the wrong hands", Scott said. 'Like
Brandon's' he thought. Taking the equipment, the two leapt away.

[Corwin]

As Brandon flew through air, leaping away from Scott, he ran his hands over his chest. It was still so big, but also so much smaller than just moments before. As he landed four miles away from the university, he placed his hands on his thighs. The thick muscle flexed like springs absorbing the inertia of his mass hitting the ground. Strong, yet so much weaker than what he had -- what he wanted. Brandon leapt again as hard as he could. Maybe he could muster five miles this time. Just minutes ago, he could have jumped across the continent. Now... a tear ran down his face. He made a bicep, feeling it and remembering how big it had been.

Banner had deserted him. Even as the Hulk, he had been the weakest of the four men. When Scott and Blonsky had confronted him, what choice did he have? Brandon should be angry, but he wasn't. Escaping had kept alive the only hope Brandon had of regaining his power. Brandon needed to find Banner. He headed toward the woods.

From the air, Brandon saw a tree rise up as if thrown by an incredible power. He landed nearby, then ran toward the area. As he got closer, he heard something. A fight? Had Scott or Blonsky pursued him? He slowed, taking stock of the situation.

In a clearing, he saw the Hulk. He was stumbling backwards, as if hit by something. He then saw a man walking toward the Hulk. He was shirtless, and incredibly muscular. He had dark black hair, and wore red underpants over blue tights that clung to his massive legs. The man had dark hair, and the width of his lats reminded Brandon of a Mr. Olympia competitor.

Brandon moved to get a better view. On the ground, he saw a red cloth with a large yellow 'S' on it. Next to it was a blue shirt with the same 'S'. Brandon looked back to the man to confirm his suspicion. Yes, it was Superman.

"Hulk has beat you before," said Banner, sending a massive green punch into Superman's chest. The man of Steel was thrown backward, but recovered quickly. Doing a midair somersault, Superman landed perfectly on the ground, yards from where the Hulk had pounded him.

"Maybe," replied Superman, "but I've been working out." Superman flew toward the Hulk, hitting him in the chest with both outstretched fists. Brandon saw the Hulk flex his massive pecs in anticipation of the impact, and watched as Superman's fists broke through the Hulk's titanium muscles.

The Hulk was staggered.

"Hulk stronger than silly Kryptonian," said the Hulk, obviously getting angry and supressing Banner's personality.

Superman landed and raised an arm. He smiled, and flexed it. The peak grew, like a volcano erupting lava to build an evergrowing mountain. Larger and larger the bicep peaked. It looked to be over 30 inches, much larger than any of the pictures of Superman he'd seen before.

"See that?" asked Superman. "I've added six inches to it in anticipation of this fight. I knew the Army would find you eventually, and I knew they would call on me to apprehend you. I've been working out?"

"Superman too strong to get workout," said the Hulk.

"Maybe, but not under a red sun. I equipped a special room in my Fortress to expose me to red solar radiation. There, I was just normally strong. Sure, I started out curling 200 pounds of earth weight. Now, 450 pounds is light under the red sun. And that translates into real super strength under a yellow star. Easily enough to take you!" Superman bragged.

"Hulk still stronger!"

Superman walked up to the Hulk, bouncing his powerful chest and rubbing his large upper arm with his hand. When he got close, he made a fist and slammed it into the Hulk's chin. The Hulk's head flew backward and he stumbled. Superman hit him again, and the Hulk's knees bent.

"You stupid beast! I'm a living battery absorbing solar power and turning it into muscle strength. By growing my muscles, I doubled or tripled my strength. You're nothing compared to me." Superman hit him again.

Brandon knew he needed to do something, but we he even strong enough to take on this new Superman? He had to try. He needed Banner and he couldn't let Superman or the Army get him again.

The Man of Steel was too occupied beating the Hulk, who was faultering fast under the assault. Brandon quietly maneuvered behind him, then quickly jumped at him landing on the Man of Steel's back.

Neither was ready for what happened next.

Brandon's skin turned black as a void, as it had when he had been drained. Suddnenly, Brandon felt the void being filled with something. With power.

Superman hadn't heard the man coming. When the man jumped him, he was caught by surprise. The man was strong, but Superman was stronger. He flexed hard, trying to force the man off of him. As he flexed, he began to feel his muscles weaken and his flex failing. The man's grip was getting stronger.

The Hulk looked up, seeing Brandon flying toward Superman. Suddenly, Brandon being inverted, as if a negative of himself. Then, the negative began to fill out, growing and becoming more defined. At the same time, Superman's large form was shrinking. In the Hulk's brain, he heard Banner's voice exclaim, "Brandon is draining Superman's strength!"

Brandon felt stronger. He flexed his bicep into Superman's neck, and watched it grow and expand. The strength and hardness of Brandon's muscle began to choke the weakening Man of Steel.

Superman tried to fight off Brandon, but Brandon's strength was increasing too fast and Superman was now too weak. Brandon watched as all of Superman's muscular gains were erased, transferred to him. Superman kept shrinking, looking like a fitness model. In seconds, he was thin and all his muscle size was gone. Superman collapsed.

Brandon let the powerless hero go. His skin reverted to normal, but he was massively muscled. Not as large as he had been, but still much stronger.

"What happened?" said Brandon, rubbing his hands over his muscular body and admiring his new strength.

The Hulk reverted to Banner. "I think," said the Hulk, his voice changing from the deep bass of the Hulk to a normal voice of Banner, "I have a hypothesis. The chemicals you took act like a battery fuelling your muscles. When we exposed them to gamma rays, it changed them by charging them with power."

"But Scott weakened me!" Brandon protested.

"By exposing you to the gamma ray generator again, right?" asked Banner.

"Yes, but..."

"That may have stripped away the power of the initial gamma rays burst, but not the effect. It seems like now you have the ability to absorb energy and convert it to muscle. Superman was a huge solar battery. You just drained him."

Brandon looked and thought. "You mean, my body is like a rechargable battery. If I can find a power source..."

"You will turn that energy into muscle," finished Banner.

Brandon smile. "So, I just have to find something with enough power to make me strong enough to take on Scott!"

"And Blonsky..."

[muscl4life]

Hey guys

This story is simply FANTASTIC but why am i saying this? After all it is Corwin's work, and there's nothing new about being fantastic when it comes from our "Muscle Czar"

Even if it is a continuous muscle growth story, it is so deep, so intense, so well written no sane, respectufull, talented author would post a sequel to it - why? Who would be crazy to try keep up with Scott's high quality stories? Who would dare to add any new detail to this complicated story?

Surely, no one in his perfect mind would add to this story - it is just so fucking good it might be ruined if anyone adds.

WEll guy, I am that miserable crazy bastard!

Ever since i first read that sotry, my groin is tingling (yep, that is right) especially because one simple line Scott wrote and you'll understand right at the beggning - what can i do? Samson is my favorite Gamma altered character

Hope you forgive me for ruining this perfect story.

Scott - i know you'll make a way to make your characters even more powerful, but this time I've done things a little more complciated - Let's see how you'll master this, oh great Czar of muscle


[RIGHT]POWER of the HULK - Chapter 11



Up in the space, the S.H.I.E.L.D. satellites monitored all the action which happened in the last days ? the stone cold agent Nick Fury looked at the screen chewing on the usual toothpick ? He witnessed the dialogue between this Brandon kid and Bruce, even his apparently unbreakable coolness disappeared ? ?He just drained Superman? Now we are in big trouble!? Fury had dealt with Banner before, promising him the Agency wouldn?t chase him anymore, but in front of the last episodes, Bruce Banner is the smallest of his problems.

?Yes, but in difficult times the greatest ideas prevail!? the other man in the room replied to Fury?s exclamation - ?Don?t worry Agent Fury, I?m already aware of the new gamma boys? the chair turned around, revealing a massive figure standing up ? 6?6? of a great physique, dressed in long leather boots, tight black spandex pants, a brilliant stretchy red top and the usual custom made oversized lab coat ? The last detail couldn?t be left out ? his long silky brilliant green hair danced as he casually moved his head to adjust his back muscles.

The man approached the SHIELD # 1 agent, towering him by almost a foot in height, offering a huge strong hand which Nick shook while his expression regained the usual seriousness. Leonard Samson spoke ? ?Nick, like I told you before ? I?ve had my eye on that kid ever since he broke into my old files when I worked for the Government, he managed to recreate the Infinity Weapon successfully, he was able to make himself incredibly stronger than Hulk had ever been not to mention that he re-designed Abomination from scratch, making him a new version of super powered gamma lad. But he isn?t aware I?ve been watching his progress all this time ? the files which he broke into had a special spy-ware bug which cannot be detected and allowed me to have access to all the progress he had done in the Gamma radiation field??

?Doctor Samson, I am aware of your expertise in gamma radiation, but that kid was able to recreate a machine which combined to power of the hulk without the side effects we know so well. You?ve been working on the same thing ever since you heard of Banner?s incident and so far you only managed to get your dyed!? Fury said at once.

?Touch?.? Samson admitted ? ?Scott really is a young genius, he will be a tremendous acquisition for the SHIELD, but you have to admit that all these years, I haven?t been able to succeed, because I originally wanted to REVERT the Hulk Transformation, and trying to recreate a controlled version of the event I acquired my abilities, I could be not strong as Hulk was but I kept my personality and the control over my actions ? which proves that Banner and myself have the same genetic condition which allowed the Hulk transformation.?

?I understand??

?I?ve been trying to revert Hulk permanently into Bruce Banner, as a favor to an old Colleague, but instead of thanking me, the paranoiac bastard assumed I was in love for his deceased wife that I was jealous of him and his powers??

?But you were weren?t you?? Fury asked with an evil grin ? Samson smiled back and poked the agent on his chest ? ?Having this power is an old dream of mine, Bruce Banner may have done it first, but I was the one who originally worked on the gamma radiation projects, his accident, however, caused the world to refuse the benefits of gamma rays ? Even after the experiment which was meant to create a better, stronger more efficient scientist, resistant to the powerful gamma rays, my noble intent was miss interpreted as a vain attempt to become the hulk myself ? which was never my intent!?

?Cut to the chase, Samson? Fury ordered and the big man nodded ? ?Truth is that this kid showed me a new revolutionary way, which I couldn?t see before, but once I mastered the data my spy bug sent me, I realized the infinite possibilities which unfolded at the horizon!?

?So, you stole the kid?s idea to build your own equipment huh??

?I?m not embarrassed to say that I learned a lot from you guys of the SHIELD ? but give me some credit, because I have a series of advantages over my gamma affected colleague ? Scott was a primary studier of the Gamma subject; I?ve felt on my own skin its effects, while he only had junkyard from his mediocre University facilities I had the enormous SHIELD budget to pay for my studies and finally, I was able to take his revolutionary findings into a whole new level.?

?So, you think you can handle, Banner, Brandon, Emil and that inventor lad all by yourself?? Fury asked crossing his arms behind his back. He looked at Samson who stood proudly in front of him.

?If SHIELD provides what I have asked, of course!? Samson crossed his 24 inches biceps over his 57? chest and waited for Fury?s reply. The agent considered it for one moment ? ?We?re talking about 1 BILLION Coulombs per kilogram of fuel reaction! How can we know this experiment will be safe??

?I already gave your people all the security information they needed, you have the necessary approval over your desk, and all I am waiting is the permission of the #1 Agent to start the experiment.?

?But you intend to expose yourself to the gamma radiation for 24 hours? Leo this is insane! No can last that long!?

?You saw those kids, they make Hulk look like a piece of spinach spaghetti, if we don?t do something about it, they can cause a real turmoil! My own physiology had been altered by gamma rays, which makes me not just resistant, but tolerant to the gamma radiation ? All these years I?ve been fighting the temptation to savor the power Banner had truly experimented, but Betty and even my friendship to Bruce helped me from fulfilling my old dream, but now the timing is perfect!? Samson grinned.

?Leonard, what we have here is a serious security breach with unforeseen consequences; I can?t let you spend billions of dollars in that experiment if you don?t check each and every detail with me first! Now, you said before that neither Hulk nor Abomination could become stronger than Scott because they already were affected permanently by gamma radiation ? Why you think in your case it would work, since your transformation is the weakest among the three?? Fury demanded one explanation.

?Because while their transformations were sudden and abrupt, mine was controlled and supervised ? I could actually manage the whole process, this allowed my organism to absorb a very unique benefit of the gamma radiation and thanks to Superman my DNA had been altered in a different way Banner?s or Emil?s ? Just consider me as a gamma radiation sponge, all the power I can absorb from the experiment will be nothing compared to my further intentions??

?Yeah, that?s what I wanted to ask you next ? why you made me send Superman to the place after making me believe he was the key to defeat the gamma gang?? Fury punched the table.

?Because he is ? don?t worry about Kal-El, he will simply rejuvenate his powers once he?s exposed to the yellow sun rays ? I know you spent a good money building a red sun simulator to allow his work out otherwise I would never been able to study his kryptonian metabolism, especially the effects of the alien mineral called kryptonite??

?You said me to collect over 1000 kilograms of that material, why you need so much of that mineral anyway??

?This is the most interesting part of my experiment ? I found out once Kryptonite is processed it is the most efficient gamma radiation emission source we could count on, not to mention that it doesn?t produce any kind of toxic waste ? the material you gathered is more than enough to run my experiment at full capacity without consequences to Earth?s nuclear reserves. Besides, analyzing Kal-El?s physiology I could retrieve a very special sample which I used to merge his alien DNA with mine gamma altered material. Combining his material with my own genes I am able to undergo the Infinity Process and obtain maximized benefits neither Scott nor Brandon will ever be able to get??

?So, you say you?ll get the best from Superman and Hulk in one man??

?As a matter of speaking, because since Scott is now the strongest Gamma creature in world, I am basing my comparisons on his stats but you could say that.? Samson smiled with his big white teeth.

?And what about that Brandon guy, he just drained Superman ? don?t you think he?ll drain you too when you two meet??

?I?ve anticipated that, I?ve done the necessary calculations to make me an energy battery myself ? I?ll be able to drain more power when and if I need to.? Samson nodded.

?This is even worse than I thought!? Fury said as he wandered around the room. Then, Samson walked closed to him, holding his two hands ? ?Nick, you know me better than anyone. You know everything about my old passion towards Bruce Banner, how madly I wanted him, more than his powers, I couldn?t accept the fact he couldn?t love me the same way I loved him, I tried to forget him, to meet other people, but it was useless until I met you??

Nick Fury looked with his good eye into Samson?s green eyes ? ?Leo, I am afraid you may lose control like Bruce did, I would be devastated if I had to chase you like I chased Banner all those years??

?I know, but you more than anyone should understand this need I have ? those guys are part of the same world I belong, the Gamma Gang have to stick together ? Once I manage to match them in power, we can bring them to our side, it?s better than killing four people who could actually help us to defend the world!?

Nicholas Fury pressed the button on his armband ? ?SHIELD Agents, prepare yourselves ? Operation Infinity is about to begin?

SHIELD HQ is actually a multi-national spatial Operations Base ? floating around Earth?s orbit like a second moon. Only in zero gravity Samson would be able to realize his bold experiment. The generator was equipped with 1053 kilos of enriched kryptonite, which should produce 1 billion coulombs per kilogram of fuel, the energy produced could keep Las Vegas lit by a long time, but once Agent Fury ordered, the process started.

Samson entered the special chamber developed to support the extreme conditions of the experiment. Samson tied his hair a pony tail, looked once more to Fury who stood next to him ? he knew they couldn?t kiss in front of Fury?s troopers, but the looks they?ve exchanged were more than enough ? Their relationship was impossible as long as Fury kept his job, but Samson knew he couldn?t ask the Agent to quit, it was his life ? Now Fury was fulfilling Samson?s own dreams.

Process starting in 10 seconds ? Exposition time estimated 24 hours.

The doors closed. Leonard smiled in excitement, he heard the humming of the generator increasing and he opened his massive muscular arms to embrace the Ultimate Power he had unleashed.
The beam was tremendous ? a brilliant flash engulfed the chamber ? when the titanium walls covered the glass walls just in time to protect the eyes of the S.H.I.E.L.D. staff. Nick Fury stood there, watching everything with his usual attitude.

?Report!? He ordered, and the scientists started talking.

Gamma radiation field is operative ? Energy Input 1 billion coulombs ? Output 50% - ?Subject is beginning to absorb the energy, sir!? the agent concluded.

Fury could hear the loud moans of Samson, he wasn?t sure if he was okay, but he knew once the process had started it couldn?t be stopped, it could cause a disaster. He kept listening to the reports with his apparent calm, but his heart was consumed in fear for his lover trapped inside that power chamber.

Samson remembered the first experience which gave him his powers, and how sad it was when he lost them, it was the worst time of his life. But now, not even the glorious feeling of getting back his powers could be compared to that moment.

It was pure ecstasy. Pure glory.

Leonard Samson felt his body expanding into massive proportions, his muscles growing beyond Hulk or any other Gamma creature had ever been.

Leo had always loved Bruce, ever since they worked together for the first time. When the incident happened and Banner turned into Hulk, Samson dedicated his life to save his friend and object of passion, he even undergone an experiment for obtaining a better comprehension of the gamma alteration effects on human beings ? but even this explicit proof of love wasn?t enough for Bruce ? the HULK could be the inner beast, but Banner could be just as brutal ? with his attitude, his homophobic attitude when Samson finally came out for him, after Betty?s death ? not even at that moment Bruce could respect Leo?s feelings?

?Sir, output energy reached 0 ? Subject is absorbing 1 billion coulombs of energy ? time lapsed ? 0 hour 0 minutes 30 seconds ? time remaining 23 hours 59 minutes 30 seconds??

Fury closed his eyes ? ?God bless you Leo!? he thought as he watched the readings.

Inside of the chamber, Leo felt his body changing, his features adjusting, his muscles growing, his whole being reaching the absolute power he had unleashed.

He knew Scott better than Scott could ever imagine ? he had felt the same way about Banner, he wanted the power for himself, but Bruce always denied this pleasure to him. But Leonard understood that those kids were not meant to be enemies ? they were meant to be together, their powers are the proof, each one fights to prove the other he should have trusted and loved when he had the opportunity.

It was never like this with Banner ? Samson knew it was the difference ? he finally found those who shared the passion for power and for themselves. Not Fury, not even Bruce knew how it felt to have denied your unconditional love, to have someone mocking of your feelings, but Samson knew better than anyone ? The power he reached was the key to bring those two together ? he didn?t care for himself anymore ? he just wanted to make it come true, his power and the dream for more ? with the help of Scott, Brandon and Emil ? not to mention the HULK himself, Leonard Samson would finally be able to fully taste the power he had so far sipped.

The transformation took exactly 24 hours ? no reading or data could be retrieved from the chamber due to the insane amount of energy liberated inside ? If Samson couldn?t make to the end, they would not be able to find not even one molecule of his body ? it would turn into pure energy. The only sign of his success was the output reading ? after 30 seconds of initial 50% reading ? it kept on the 0% during the whole process.

Nonetheless, Fury never left the room, he observed with extreme attention his staff running the experiment with all the necessary care.

Now it had been done.

The generator counter stopped ? 24 hour of exposition precisely 36400 seconds under the insane energy amount released by the revolutionary fuel Samson had discovered. The door to the chamber kept the secret of the result from the rest of the staff - A 2 feet thick titanium reinforced door, covering and even deeper chamber of isolation material to keep the whole energy within the chamber.

?Open the door!? Fury ordered.

?We can?t sir!? the staff replied worried ? it is stuck?

?What you mean by that? OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!? he yelled at once, the staff tried to open but it was somehow stuck.

They heard it before they even felt it.

The whole spatial station shook ? like it had been hit by a powerful weapon ? but it was not a weapon.

It was the weight.

Something REALLY heavy moved inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, causing the whole structure to lose its balance. Fury grabbed onto the walls ? ?What the hell is going on?!?

The answer came in the form of massive thick fingers coming through the titanium door like it was made out of butter ? those insane thick fingers were free now, pulling themselves out of their confinement ? the size of those hands were simply unbelievable ? the SHIELD agents fought to stay on their feet as the space station shook like a roller coaster.

?Holly CRAP!? one of the agents said, taking the words right of Fury?s mouth. The fingers cleared space to the hands who simply pressed slightly and then the whole door finally was opened ? revealing a TREMENDOUS surprise.

?Sorry for that! The door had melt down because of the energy!? It was Samson?s voice- although much deeper and powerful talking, but the being who spoke was no longer human.

The Space Station was about 12 feet tall at that floor? but the enormous muscle monster was kneeling down inside the chamber ? ?I had to lie down on the ground other wise my muscles would press through the smallness of this station and you could get hurt ? fortunately I?ve designed that station big enough??

?Samson!? Fury exclaimed as he looked to the behemoth he had in front of him ? Words couldn?t even begin to describe that muscular monstrosity. Each body part was ripped and blown with hulking, gargantuan super ripped muscles. His body glistened with power and strength.

Leonard Samson had grown into titanic proportions, he knew that better than anyone, but he liked to play shocked just to make his achievement even greater. The SHIELD agents gathered in the door, sneaking their heads inside the chamber, but they couldn?t see much further, because Samson?s impossibly huge chest blocked the whole view ? ?Guys, guys, could you please give me some space, I wanna get out of here to stretch a little!? he grinned. The small guys obeyed still in shock for such tremendous size in one creature.

?Thank you!? he said and pushed the door with his huge hands, he slowly maneuvered inside the spaceship, causing the whole structure to swing back and forward as he finally managed to get out of the ?tiny? chamber, standing up ? or almost since he still had his back flat pressed against the ceilings of the space station. Samson?s muscles filled everywhere though, the agents were trapped among his arms, which reached the ground, thicker than sequoia threes, his monumental legs and the incredibly thick and wide chest.

?Sorry about that, guys!? Samson said grinning.

?LEO! Can you please control yourself?!? Fury exclaimed as he felt himself trapped against the wall, along with all SHIELD agents.

?I am sorry Nick! I guess such power takes sometime to get sued to, I tried not to withhold myself during exposition time, so I kinda lost the touch ? Samson focused a little ? and his body shrank a little bit, enough to allow him to stand tall inside the HQ without crushing the rest of the crew.

There, standing at 12?6? tall with an estimated weight of 5287 pounds - Leonard Samson looked down at his collaborator/lover Nick Fury.

?So, are you done?? Fury asked regaining his posture.

?Stage 1 went completely successful sir!? Samson greeted Fury with a shiny grin ? the massive muscle monster was so wide and thick, his veins kept popping and his muscles bulging like they were always growing, always developing themselves into even bigger muscles.

?So, now what are you waiting for? Go get those Gamma Freaks!? Fury said at once.

?As you wish, Nick, my man!? Samson got out of the room ? ?We have one big spaceship to get you back to Earth!? Nick tried to get his attention.

?Thanks for that, but I got my own ride!? Samson grinned ? ?One last detail I forgot to mention was that mixing my DNA with superman?s also gave me his abilities, but thanks to my gamma altered genetic material I am immune to the effects of kryptonite ? well not immune, it actually makes me even stronger!!? Samson grinned as he opened the button to the launch area ? he went all the way down and allowed himself to grow even bigger to about 15?tall with a mega muscled gargantuan body ? Amazingly his uniform had been ripped off his body, with the exception of a black spandex thong and his boots ? ?I?ve been wanting to try this new look for some time, now I think it is the best time!?

?WAIT! What the hell are you doing?? Nick asked ? ?You?ll die in the space!?

?Not anymore, I?m Superman for that matter ? he inhaled expanding his massive chest even further ? he pressed the button to the launch bay and waved good bye to the stupefied agents ? He flew away entering the Earth?s orbit.

The crew rushed to the windows to see the freaking display of muscularity ? Samson opened his gargantuan arms and went in free fall down the atmosphere! His immense body became a huge ball of fire, burning down its way to the Earth.

?He?ll be consumed on the re-entering!? one of the agents exclaimed in horror, but Fury knew it was not possible, Superman had done the same thing many times, and if Samson now had his powers??

?Activate surveillance satellite!? the order was quickly followed by the image of Samson still falling down, but rather than being consumed by the flames, his massive body seemed to adapt such situation and the titanic scientist now smiled, he put his arms aside his body and amazingly he started flying faster towards the blue ocean.
The SHIELD staff looked at their boss, but Nick Fury for the first time in all those years of Agency, was surprised ? ?The motherfucker played me really well, he had me where he wanted all the time!? He thought as the toothpick followed from the corner of his mouth.

That night, the observatories detected the entrance of an unexpected large meteor ? which surprisingly was didn?t burn down in the re-entrance, but somehow got lost from their vision ? Would it be an U.F.O? Well those who know, are sure that was the first meteor made out of MUSCLE in the universe!

To be continued?