HUGEMAN RETURNS: The long-awaited 8th Chapter

[JP71]

[COLOR=gray]MIKE HUGEMAN[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]SUPER-POWERED MUSCLE WHORE[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]By JP71[/COLOR]

[COLOR=yellow]Ep 1:[/COLOR] [COLOR=yellow]Ep 2:[/COLOR] [COLOR=yellow]Ep 3:[/COLOR] [COLOR=yellow]Ep 4: [/COLOR]
[COLOR=yellow]Ep 5: [/COLOR][COLOR=yellow]Ep 6:[/COLOR][COLOR=yellow] Ep 7:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]*Episode 8*[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Analtopia Pt 2”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Previously: Having fled from the ravaged yacht “Aphrodite” aboard a chopper piloted by his now official sidekick Zach “Jism Boy” DeVeiny, Hugeman is intent on interrogating ruined tycoon Giannis Papastamos once they set down on solid ground. They find a small islet and put down the chopper, so far confused as to how to pick up Doctor Cocktapus’s trail, following the villain’s attack on the Aphrodite in which he kidnapped and made off with twinkster Ken Preston and Todd of the Gaultier Six. It turns out that Papastamos was in cahoots with UltraZen the whole time, even exposing Zach to an experimental “flu-shot” which seems to have given him super powers... primarily the ability to grow about fifty pounds of extra, sexy-hot muscle whenever he ingests or gets drenched in Hugeman’s spunk. Mike gets Papastamos, who is now out of the closest, to tell everything he knows. Giannis states that the Man Handler is behind all this, that he resides in the future, giving him an unfair advantage over Hugeman by knowing things that have yet to come to pass. He is also hell-bent on getting revenge on Hugeman, and also getting his spunk in order to experiment with its magnificent muscle-building properties, which he’s already succeeded at, somewhat, in the form of the “Alphagen” used on Zach. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Papastamos also states that the secret to what the Man Handler is ultimately doing with Hugeman’s spunk can be found at a place called Analtopia. Then the Hulk attacks, yes....the Hulk, or rather “a” Hulk, tossing Hugeman to the other side of the islet before attacking Zach. Hulk’s cock is even bigger than Hugeman’s and Zach is terrified that such a raping from the green behemoth will kill him. But using an UltraZen rocket launcher hidden on the chopper, Papastamos manages to fell the Hulk, triggering a Tesla-effect energy explosion in which some of Hulk’s power passes into Zach. Zach begins to grow huger, even as the Hulk undergoes a partial regression to his previously mortal state, revealing a form that Papastamos immediately recognises. Meantime Hugeman, recovered from his daze returns to the scene, vowing to make the Hulk pay dearly....[/COLOR]





[COLOR=gray]“Tuh-Todd, is that really you?” Zach’s attention was momentarily diverted from the fact his body was growing huger than ever, as the Hulk shrank down to a less Hulk-ish form to reveal much of the features possessed by Todd of the Gaultier Six. And to think, just a few short hours before, the two supermodel bodybuilders had been tending bar at Papastamos’ celebrity-packed pre-poker soiree. Now, following some terrible time-meddling from a future aspect of an already pain-in-the-ass super villain, Todd, too, had been augmented, but in ways he might have otherwise objected to, had he been given a choice.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Uh-huh....my head hurts.... thoughts all fuzzy. Man.... I’m so... so.....green!” Todd tried to get up from the beach but his naked body was wobbly, his legs struggling to bear his weight. Zach, no longer fearing him, lent him an arm of support. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“No sudden moves, you emerald-hued fuck-head,” Hugeman snarled, bunching every huge, freaky muscle in his incredible physique in case he needed to lash out at any moment in a fit of massively-strong aggression for the sake of keeping Zach safe from the menace that was the Hulk.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Relax, Mike.... Todd is no danger to us, not now anyways. I’ve known him a long time. I know that he has the power to fight what’s happened to him,” said Zach to the bulging behemoth, before turning to Todd once he’d gotten him standing again, “Can you change back fully to your old self?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I – I think so. Hold on. Need to concentrate.” Todd concentrated and within a few seconds he was fully deflated and back to his human self, naked as the day he was born, and completely in awe of the sheer record-breaking size of the Hugeman, not to mention the massive bulking-up that had happened to Zach in the space of a couple of minutes. Fortunately he’d only inherited mass and strength from leeching the Hulk, not his green colour.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Wow, Hugeman look at me now,” marvelled Zach as he suddenly became aware that he was almost as tall as Hugeman and at least four hundred pounds, all of it muscle. He squeezed down a most-muscular pose and delighted as bunches of muscles seemed to collide and push outward, lending him the appearance of even more humongous mass. The feeling got him so boned and his erection sprang to attention in seconds. Likewise Hugeman got stiff just looking at Jism Boy’s new size, and his gigantic cock shot up super-hard. Then Zach, and even Giannis, got in on the dick-hardening act. It was a very horny encounter on this little strip of an islet in the Pacific Ocean.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“We have to fight our urges,” Mike cautioned, cautiously. “This is the work of the Man Handler, so we shouldn’t be getting off to it. Besides, I don’t think your size spurt is permanent, Zach. I have a hunch that the Man Handler can’t stabilize the muscle growth; hence Todd here was able to change back so easily to his original self. This is a factor we can’t ignore. Might be something we can use to our advantage later.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Can we all have an orgy now?” The question came from Papastamos. He was out of the closet, finally, after many years of keeping it a secret. He really had a lot of ass-pounding to make up for years of gay abstinence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Now is not the time, Giannis,” said Zach. Then to Todd: “Do you know about Analtopia?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmm... my head is kinda fuzzy... but I’d be lying if I said I’d never heard that name before. I think... no... I’m nearly sure that that’s where Doctor Cocktapus took me. After that I blacked out. They must have sedated me or something. Then they made me into a Hulk.” The thought of having been experimented on caused him to grind his teeth in anger. His skin briefly turned a greenish colour, but he managed to fight off the urge to transform again. Then, it hit him: “Hey, I remember seeing something like an oil platform from a portal in Cocktapus’s Cock Ship. But it wasn’t drilling for oil, I don’t think. There were tonnes of neon signs and stuff all over it. And I thought I could hear dance music coming from there. Then everything went black.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“We should get back to the chopper. Once airborne we can search for this thing, hopefully before nightfall. Every muscle in my huge, hot body is tingling with the hunch that this is where we will find my nemeses,” growled Hugeman. He craved a workout, one that could really give his ever-expanding muscles the workout they deserved, one that would augment him to even bigger muscular status. But now was not the time. He had superheroey stuff to do first.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]They mounted the chopper, but when Zach tried to take off, the craft couldn’t get airborne, no matter how hard he tried.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“We’re now too heavy,” said Hugeman gruffly. He snorted harshly as he tried to stuff his even more massive bulk into the now less than accommodating co-pilot’s seat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“That’s okay, you guys. I can stay behind if you like. I kinda feel like I’ve already partially ruined things for you,” said Todd somewhat ruefully. He was back to his normal height and level of muscularity and occupied a back seat in the chopper, next to his now somewhat pungent ex-employer. Papastamos had seen better days. His ego deflated, his clothing soiled and smelly, he was a long way from where he wanted to be right now.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Nonsense.... you’re the victim here, Todd. And besides, you’re our ticket into Analtopia. You’ve been there before.... chances are when we arrive there you will remember enough to be a great help to us,” said Zach before expending a long, drawn-out sigh of exasperation.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I will stay behind. I am no further aid to you now, Hugeman,” said Giannis, utterly defeated.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Hugeman thought about it, but had to bounce his pecs for a couple of minutes in order to think clearly about what was about to transpire. He loved how his pecs felt even heavier than the last time he’d bounced them, which was probably just a few minutes ago. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Okay, but what will you do on this islet all by yourself,” Zach questioned.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Suddenly Papastamos brightened considerably. “When I has hanging from that tree earlier I not only spotted some papaya fruits that will sustain me indefinitely, but there were some monkeys in the tree canopy above, and I think they are gay for me. Plus, if I assimilate into their pack, they may teach me how to build one of those leafy bed/platforms you often see higher apes weaving on those National Geographic specials. I will be fine. This islet is a perfect place to get back to basics and find the inner me.” That said Papastamos gingerly removed himself from the chopper.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Guy’s a fucking weirdo,” barked Hugeman, when, finally the chopper was light enough to get aloft.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=gray](Giannis Papastamos permanently exits the series)[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]They found Analtopia eventually, as the sun began to wane heavily towards the horizon yet again. It looked like it had been an oil rig at some stage in its past incarnation, but now it was decked out in neon glows advertising all sorts of extremely gay activities. They saw huge and glowing animated signs spanning metal buttresses, depicting huge animated dicks ploughing into huge animated anuses, as well as all manner of homoerotic imagery hung as flags and banners in between a spaghetti junction of multicoloured fairy lights. Great super-trooper strobe lights cut through the darkening sky like lasers in time to booming club anthems spewing from a myriad loudspeakers perched high on a multitude of towers and upright-thingies you might see on oil rigs.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Wow, that’s some sight, you guys,” admitted Hugeman as he gazed downward at the approaching focus of this chapter of the series. “Hey, it’s playing Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat. That was the first record I bought when I realised I was gay. Heh heh heh... I was just three years old,” said Zach as he lined up the chopper with one of Analtopia’s many helipads.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“You knew you were gay at three?” Hugeman found that hard to believe.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yup... my G.I Joes were already having naked Tupperware parties and baking delicious fudge brownies by the time I started Elementary School,” said Zach, almost as a boast. He set down the chopper just as the fuel gauge needle hit the “E” on the dial.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Phew that was close. Five more minutes we’d have dropped into the Big Blue faster than a chihuahua bolting from Paris Hilton’s limo,” said Zach as he powered down the chopper for the last time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“That’s only funny if by ‘limo’ you mean ‘ass’,” said Hugeman, ripping the entire left side of the chopper from the fuselage as he struggled to get his burgeoning shoulders free of the ruined aircraft’s shrinking confines. The helipad was as colourful as the rest of the sprawling structure. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“It’s like a miniature city... or at least a gay district in San Francisco that caters for the more effeminate modern gay men as opposed to the blue collar steel mill variety of gay,” said Zach as he tried to take in so many sights all at once.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah, it’s hard to believe anything bad could happen here. And by that I mean an appearance by Doctor Cocktapus or the Man Handler,” said Hugeman, working a mild cramp out of his shoulder by flexing and rippling his mega-huge muscles. He’d obviously grown and he craved a workout more than anything he’d ever craved before. He turned to Todd: “You remember anything yet, pretty boy?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmmm... it’s all a bit foggy... but I think I remember something to do with the Can-Can... you know... the burlesque dance with the garters and the high-kicking?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah Todd we know what the Can-Can is. We’re just not sure there is a hyphen between the two ‘cans’,” said Zach as he continued to cautiously survey his surroundings. As if those words had been an invocation, an entourage of hot-looking, but extremely camp muscle-queens danced out onto the helipad to meet the new arrivals, each one locked arm-to-shoulder with his partner as they ‘can-canned’ towards them in time to “It’s Raining Men” by the Weather Girls. Well, if men were rain, then Mike Hugeman was a monsoon that lasted all year. Each dancer high-kicked for all he was worth, but didn’t split apart this obscenely tight leather hot-pants.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Welcome to Analtopia you hot muscular hunks.... especially you, Hugeman,” said the lead can-canner when all eight of them drew to a halt. Hugeman cast a massive shadow over them and they all got boners just looking at him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“My reputation seems to precede me,” snorted Hugeman, barely acknowledging the queens stood before him. He felt nervous in his guts. Something didn’t feel right about this place.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Oh dear, you seem to have damaged your whirly-bird,” said another of the dancing queens. “Not to worry, Velma here is really handy with a spanner, aren’t you Velma,” he said, addressing one of his associates.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah, for shoving it up his butt,” said another of the troupe. Hugeman closed his eyes for a moment and thought about his mama’s delicious pasta. Analtopia promised all sorts of delectable sexual wonders, not to mention deeply hidden dangers lurking far inside its sprawling decks, but the dialogue was terrible, like something Uwe Boll might have written in the sixth grade.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Oooh, can we feel your enormous muscles? They’re a lot bigger than anything we could have previously imagined,” said another of the can-canners, fawning around Hugeman like a lapdog in heat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“A lot bigger you say?” Mike glared down at the little muscleman and scowled, fire burning like hot coals in his eyes. “Listen, sister, you put me out of your closed little mind for a moment and then try to imagine the biggest, hugest bodybuilder that your frail and untrained imagination is capable of generating. Then put him next to me and you will see that I am not a lot bigger than he.... but WAY bigger. WAY, WAY bigger.... you got that?” And to emphasise his remark the hulkingly enormous Mike Hugeman, naked as the day he was born, pumped up and blasted out a full-lat spread which completely filled each of the can-canners’ field of vision. Across the screen of his mind new measurements were presented: weight: 815 lbs, Forearms cold: 34”, forearms flexed: 40”, biceps cold: 41”, biceps flexed: 55”, thighs cold: 63”, thighs flexed: 78”, calves cold: 36”, calves flexed: 42”, chest cold: 110”, chest flexed: 141”, shoulders: 58”, waist: 34.5”, neck: 28.5”, dick (flaccid): 21”, dick (hard): 33.5”, dick circumference: 21”, balls: large satchel-sized (16 lbs).[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Seeing these ever-increasing numbers in his mind made him smile. But he still wasn’t satisfied. He needed to be bigger... a LOT bigger... way huger than he already was. If only he could get to have a proper workout.... he would be colossal in no time at all.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]His short-lived flexing show was enough to cause each of the can-canners to faint on the spot. One of them, the one nearest to Todd, melted into his arms and he held him confidently, for he was a strong bodybuilder in his own right. “Wait... I know this one. His name’s... Barry. And.... shit... I think we’re... married?” [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Sure enough Todd found a wedding band on the unconscious Barry, engraved with “To my darling Barry, with love forever, your husband Todd”.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Damn Todd... what else didn’t you get up to in Analtopia whilst at the pleasure of Doctor Cocktapus?” Zach gave his friend a playful pat on the back. Todd looked down at Barry, liking his body, but not pushed on his hair-colour and facial tattoos. Todd liked blondes and Barry was a dirty kind of ginger.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“I... I feel nothing for him, you guys. I don’t remember the wedding ceremony whatsoever. Maybe there was liquor involved.... I dunno.” Todd thought about dropping Barry on his head, in the hope he’d get amnesia and forget they were ever married. He wondered what happened to his own wedding ring. Obviously his transformation into the Hulk had snapped it right off. It could be at the bottom of the ocean in several pieces by now, beyond even the reach of a demented hobbit. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“We must find out all we can about this place. We should stick together, it would be easy to get lost in all these buildings,” said Hugeman, taking the lead as always.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“We’ll stick out like sore thumbs walking around naked... and you being so huge, too, Mike. If only there was some way to blend in,” suggested Zach. Todd had little to offer at this point.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Then Zach came up with an idea: “I was mildly psychic when I was a kid. Nothing fancy, mind you. I could make other kids do stuff, like pick their noses in class, or shoot spit-balls at the teachers. But I lost the ability as I got older. Maybe... just maybe...”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Hugeman picked up on what he was thinking, brightening considerably. Every muscle on his body flexed and bobbed with excitement. “You haven’t lost that ability. It just went into hibernation when you stopped using it. But now you have some of my power in you... and some of the Hulk’s... er, I mean yours, Todd. I’m developing new powers all the time, and so should you. If we concentrate our wills, focusing on the part of your mind where you’ve locked away your persuasion ability, we might be able to augment it... use it to make people think we’re not us. Then we can blend in and do all the snooping we need to in order to find Doctor Cocktapus, and eventually the Man Handler.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“It’s worth a shot,” said Zach to both Mike and Todd. They concentrated for all they were worth, Hugeman first stepping back into his own mind and finding the psychic modem that would allow his mind to “dial-in” to Zach’s, using Todd’s as an extra source of power. It didn’t work at first. He kept getting spammed with Viagra ads and sites where you can marry women from Peru for $100 a pop.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Eventually, however, the necessary psychic link was established. Mike bashed down the cell door in Zach’s mind, behind which his persuasion ability had been locked for twenty years or so. Once the door was gone, the ability, represented in this mind-scape as Bea Arthur’s head on the body of a velociraptor, rushed out, biting the psychic version of Hugeman in the process. He didn’t feel a thing, but through the bite new energies were born and transferred. By the time “velociarthur” had re-established itself as an active agent in Zach’s mind it had already mutated to become Estelle Getty crossed with that fucking monster from Cloverfield. The power was out... and it was made new.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Wow that was some rush, Mike... but I can feel my power switching on. From this day it shall be known as: Hidesight,” roared Zach proudly. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]For the first couple of minutes nothing happened. Then it began to rain. Standing on the wet helipad, Hugeman and Todd started to get pissed off.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“So... make it work, Zach,” pressed Todd.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Er.... I’m not sure how. Okay let me try some things,” said Zach, getting annoyed: “By the power of Grayskull!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Nothing happened.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Autobots roll out!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Still nothing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Screw you guys, I’m going home!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Not a dickie-bird of activity.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Shazaam!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Nothing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun!!!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]There was a massive discharge of energy, a great spherical event that encapsulated the three bodybuilding superheroes. Every fiber in their muscled bods charged up with new power. The mental became the physical and their bodies changed... not physically as such... but mental images became living projections they could wear as camouflage.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Hugeman gasped when he looked down at himself. He was so small, or it just seemed that way. It had been years since he’d seen his feet and his toenails were long overdue a trimming. No, wait... these were the toenails of the holo-guise he’d adopted.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“So who do I look like,” he asked excitedly.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Er.... Luis from Sesame Street, I think,” said Todd, surprised to find a pair of boobs jostling about on his chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmm... that will have to do. Way to go, Zach, turning us into celebrities that may be recognized, I think not! By the way you make a fine and dandy John Boy Walton. You even got his mole,” jested Hugeman.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“At least you guys are still... guys! Who the fuck am I anyway,” said Todd, somewhat annoyed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Er... Morgan Fairchild when she was in her twenties. Not bad, you have hot tits for what it’s worth,” said Zach feeling his new mole and hating the texture.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Maybe these disguises will hold. I can’t imagine the majority of clients at this resort being old enough to remember any of these celebrities. Although, we’re still naked, Zach, but not bad for your first attempt,” said Hugeman, suddenly feeling the urge to find a trashcan to see if it contained a grouchy green monster called Oscar.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]They quickly stripped three of the unconscious can-canners of their hot pants and shoes and cute little leather waistcoats, one of which Todd hastily reworked into a bikini top to support his ample bosoms. One of the can-canners had been wearing high heels and they fitted Todd perfectly, although he stumbled a bit trying to walk in them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Wait a sec,” he said after a moment, when something dawned on him. “We’re still the same sizes as before right? These are just illusions your power has tricked us and others into seeing, right Zach?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Zach nodded. “Yeah, so what?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“So how come these clothes fit us perfectly? I mean, Hugeman shouldn’t have been able to get his pinky through those shorts, let alone his legs. What gives?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Yeah, he’s right, Zach. Care to explain that,” said Luis Hugeman.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Jism Boy Walton looked as stumped as the others. “Er, maybe it’s like in that movie Shallow Hal, when Gwyneth Paltrow stripped out of her sexy knickers in that scene in the bedroom with Jack Black, they were small when she took them off, but when they hit Jack Black in the face, they were several times larger.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmm, that’s as good a theory as any. Some kind of space-folding phenomena must be responsible. At least it’s working on our side, for now anyway,” said Hugeman. Then to Todd: “So then, Morgan Toddchild, where to now, seeing as you were here before?”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmm, I seem to remember a niteclub. There are about a hundred of them here on Analtopia alone. But I think the one I was taken to was called Spermatration. We could try there.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]And so the superheroes, in their minor-celebrity disguises, set off through the rainy streets of Analtopia. As they went they passed many gay men caught up in the throes of street-sex and shopping. Some were even having sex whilst shopping. It was everywhere: carnal activity at its most horny. It seemed like the very air itself was charged with so much sexual energy. “Wow, this is really turning me on,” said Hugeman, feeling his now psychically smaller dick twitching to attention in his stolen hot pants. Likewise Zach’s schlong was also quivering excitedly. As for Todd: “I think I’m getting my period. Either that or Morgan Fairchild had lousy hygiene standards back in her youth.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]There was a long line outside the club called Spermatration. At the door, two mini-Hulks checked names on lists they held in their big and clumsy hulk hands. They were both dressed in purple tuxedos which seemed way too tight on them. Both seemed to be in a state between full-blown Hulk and normal human bodybuilder.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“No prizes for guessing where you were changed, Todd,” said Hugeman as they took their place in the line. The rain had gotten heavier but fortunately there was a portico outside the club under which to shelter. After an hour they finally made it to the Hulks at the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hulk says it’s regulars only. Hulk not see you three before,” said Hulk number one. He stood more than a head taller than the three heroes, and looked like he could bench press an oil truck.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“He obviously never heard of basic cable,” Todd humorously whispered to Zach.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Um... maybe we’re on the VIP list,” Hugeman suggested. The second Hulk had the VIP list and checked it at once. “It have only Erik Estrada and Pamela Sue Martin on VIP list. Hulk thinks that you three are not Erik Estrada or Pamela Sue Martin. Hulk not let you in.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Hugeman had to think fast, but it was difficult now that he couldn’t flex. Still though:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“But I’m Luis from Sesame Street. I went to school with Erik Estrada. We’re old buddies. I even let him audition for the role of Frank Poncherello in Chips. That should have been me, but I had a cold that morning. I eventually got the Sesame Street gig, though. Look, I can prove it: AGUA!”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Nice one, Mike... keep it up. I think the Hulks are stupid enough to fall for this,” Zach whispered to the Hugeman.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“You need to let us in because I offered to pay Erik’s tab. He’s fallen on hard times, y’see,” Mike added.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hmmm, Hulk not sure.... hmmm... what about your friends? What excuse do they have,” the second Hulk asked.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Er... I’m pregnant with Erik Estrada’s love child,” said Todd.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“And, er... I supplied half of the sperm in said pregnancy,” said Zach, hoping this would work and not incite the Hulks to SMASH![/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Both Hulks scratched their green heads and struggled to make sense of it all. Finally:[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“Hulk will let you all in. Pay Erik Estrada’s tab so Hulks get paid tonight!” And so the green behemoths parted to allow Mike, Zach and Todd into the niteclub called Spermatration. What awaited them inside had yet to be fathomed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Meanwhile, several layers below Analtopia, a multi-cocked evil villain sat in his big robotic cock-throne and watched events unfold through many, many camera links he had placed across the sprawling cocktropolis that was Analtopia.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]“And so the three little wasps disguised as three little flies move ever closer to my sticky, inescapable web. Ha ha ha... everything is falling into place. Doctor Cocktapus shall prevail tonight, for he’s about to make a meal out of the three little flies. Wooo hoooo hoooo, haaaar haaaar haaaar!”[/COLOR]


[COLOR=gray]To be continued....[/COLOR]

[COLOR=gray]Author’s Note: Sorry I didn’t put much sexy stuff or muscle growth into this chapter, guys. It just unfolded the way it did. I’ve been away from writing for a few months, and I found it difficult getting back into this story, especially when the proposed “Hugeman Prison Special” fell by the wayside ‘cos it was too dark and quite disturbing. So I thought I’d lighten the mood with more of the humour you’ve come to expect from the Hugeman series. But I promise more muscle growth and lots of hot sex coming in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed this.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=gray]James[/COLOR]

[musclehound]

Great to see you're still continuing with this story! Keep up the awesome work, can't wait to read the next installment.

[rabiyya]

The silliness a lot of fun! I'm enjoying this as well. As an aside, I'm distantly related to Eric Estrada (my great-grandmother was an Estrada).

[xboy]

cool........

[trekka]

Thank god you are back and my favorite mega muscle super freak too !

[michaelv2]

Finally up to date on all the episodes. Marvelous stuff, sort of like Douglas Adams with a muscle fetish! Hope to see Episode 9 before too long!

[Reeza]

You are certainly spoiling us with all of this writing! You seem to be back on track with this chapter. That goofy humorous tone and intentionally bad dialogue really makes this work. It's great that you can do just about anything with the plot or characters, give a ridiculous explanation, and get on with the fun. Hugeman is sexy as hell even when he's not growing or fucking, but the promise of more hot stuff in the next chapter has me glued to my chair.

Wait . . . that's not glue . . .

[xboy]

please continue

[trekka]

Man, I agree....where is my super hunk I want to see what this superman can do !! Tell us more, please!

[JP71]

Had to take a break from this for a while. But I promise I will get back to Hugeman as soon as I can.

[trekka]

Originally Posted by JP71

Had to take a break from this for a while. But I promise I will get back to Hugeman as soon as I can.

LoL..I'm quoting you on that !!

[trekka]

I can't imagine this has runs its course, may we ever hear more of the most fantastic Mike Hugeman? I hope we'll find out more about this beast .

[big alpha brute]

awesome, im hugeman