Twins (part 6): Ending it

[Corwin]

It's midnight. Jim is alone in the lab's exercise room. It's been
two hours since he watched Jeff capture his brother and their longtime
friend. Jim feels like he's in shock.

He looks at himself in the wall of mirrors. His baggy shirt and pants
conceal his body, hiding it from the world and himself.

"I remember how it felt when it began..." Jeff's words haunted him.
Jim began to unbutton his shirt.

"My stomach was hard, and I could feel the abs below." Jim opened his
shirt and looked at his eight-pack.

"They were hard as rocks." Jim put his hand on his stomach and
flexed. They felt like bricks. Jim removed his shirt, and stared at
his massive chest.

"...there was a ridge there." Jim moved his hands to his chest. Palm
up, he placed his fingers below his pecs. The massive chest muscles
hung over his open hand.

"I could flex the muscle and feel that ridge harden." Jim flexed.
His body felt like warm steel.

Jim stopped, and took off his pants. He flexed his quads, marvelling
in their size.

"It got me off," admitted Jeff those many months ago. Jim's cock
began to harden. It was now Jim's turn to get off on his growth. Jim
had never felt right in his body. It was like something should have
been there but wasn't. Now, he realized, it was there. He had made
it happen. His brain wanted to deny it -- it had been too fast, it
couldn't really be... Something else inside Jim felt, 'at last.' On
another level, Jim knew he didn't have time for self-doubts. Tom and
Charlie were in trouble. Jeff was in trouble. Only Jim could save
them.

"This ends here and now!" Jim shouted at himself. Jim had a plan, and
he willed the courage to carry it out.

He walked around the gym, programming the various equipment with
Jeff's last routine. He noted the enormous amounts Jeff was able to
push. No wonder Tom went down so fast. Jeff outlifted him by over
50% on every single lift.


Jim had been afraid to push himself, but not so now. He started with
squats. The machine adapted to Jim's strength, as it was programmed
to do. He knew that Jeff's max would occur on the 8th rep. That's
the way the prgram worked. Jim pushed out 10. Jim did three sets,
each time forcing his body to go beyond what it did last time. The
same pattern held true for leg extensions, leg curls and calf raises.
Jim exceeded the program designed for Jeff every time. Jim's legs
were pumped huge and he knew that they were bigger than the man he
loved.

Next, Jim attempted the bench press. Jim pushed himself as hard as he
could, but he only managed to get out 6 reps. "That's not good
enough!" he cried, feeling the anger building. On his second set, he
managed to eek out a seventh rep. His chest felt like it would
explode. He thought about Tom, and about Charlie. On the third set,
he barely managed the eighth rep. He pushed himself just as hard on
cable cross overs, and got eight reps two of the three times he tried.

Jim flexed his bicep, checking himself out before attempted a
gruelling set of curls. His arm was as big as any bodybuilder's
thigh, but he knew Jeff's was bigger. "No, can't get psyched out."
He did a set of five reps on his first set of curls. Jim got six on
his second and third sets. It was the same pattern on his tricep workout.

Jim knew that eventually his body would strengthen beyond Jeff's. Jim
had more hormone in his system, but it took time. Unfortunately, time
was the thing that he didn't have. He showered, and put on one of
Jeff's spandex shorts and a tank top. "No more hiding," he thought.

Jim collected his notes from the exercise room. He went into the lab
and took the hardcopies of what was there.

In the middle of the lab was a safe where the students were producing
the muscle hormone virus. The Army had plans for a battallion of
super soldiers, and the lab had found a way to make Jim's immune
system trick generic enough so that it worked on 90% of all men. Jim
had different plans. He placed one arm on the handle and forced it
open. He placed all the vials in a cooler. He also put one syringe
in the cooler. He left with them. Lastly, Jim raided Professor
Apple's office. Jim took all the doctor's notes and formulas. He
also found the second proposal, and took the page that talked about
Jeff.

Jim knew that wouldn't be enough. There were other copies of the
documents stored electronically. Jim knew that the professor had not
yet given the formulas to the government, but there were e-mails and
computer files in many places. Jim couldn't find them all, so he
needed help.

Jim walked across campus, dropping the cooler and stolen notes at his
car. Then, he walked to the computer lab. It was past two in the
morning, and only the real geeks would be there. He sat behind a
public terminal and accessed a cracker chatroom. A guy at a terminal
in the far room seemed to squirm when Jim's ID appeared as joining the
chat. A few seconds later, he noticed someone abruptly leave the chat
room. Jim got up from the terminal and walked to where the guy was
sitting.

"Are you CrackHappy?" Jim asked the guy, using the name that had left
the chatroom.

"Uh, I don't want any trouble. If I did anything," the geek babbled.
He was small, maybe 5'6". His hair needed to be washed. He was thin
and pale white.

"Hey man, it's cool. You haven't done anything that I care about. I
need your help."

Jim described his problem. He needed the computer records destroyed.
Did CrackHappy know of a virus or something that could help him?

"I may know something, but what's in it for me? How do I know you
aren't here to set me up?"

Jim flexed his huge bicep in the cracker's face. "If I wanted to
cause you trouble, this could have done it without the story. I don't
need to make things up." The cracker gulped. "And if you help me,
how'd you like a body like mine?" Jim bounced his pecs as he kept his
bicep in the guy's face. "I'm a grad student in genetics, and I have
the formula to do this to you. I need you to make sure no one else
has it, though. That's the deal."

The cracker thought for a few seconds. "It will take me a couple
hours. Can you come back around 6AM. I'll have the worm coded by
then."

"Deal."

CrackHappy lived up to his bargain. A six o'clock, he and Jim used
the professor's e-mail to send the worm to everyone in the doctor's
address book. The subject was "Hypertrophic Growth Project".
Everyone would open it. The worm was thorough, and would completely
erase anything that had to do with this project, seeking them out.

"What about anti-virus software?"

"They don't have its signature. It'll work."

Jim took the geek to his car and filled the syringe with a vial of the
growth virus. "Just out of curiousity, how big's your dick? The size
of your hang will tell me how much muscle you'll eventually grow."

The geek looked perplexed at the question, but eventually answered,
"It's a bit over 10 inches."

Jim gave him the shot. "You'll be a stud, that's for sure. Not as
big as me, but pretty damned big. You may feel like you have a cold
for a few days, but don't worry. It's the virus working. And thanks
for your help. Oh, and plan on going to the gym."

Jim left, taking the notes and remaining virus-serum to his apartment.
When he checked the schedule, it said that the procedure on Tom and
Charlie would begin at 10. Jim caught a couple hour nap. It had been
a long night.

Jim put his baggy wear over the spandex shorts and went to campus,
arriving several minutes before 10. When he got to the building,
Harry, Max and the other guys were leaving. Tom and Charlie weren't
with them.

"Sorry, Jimmy-boy, we couldn't save Tom and Charlie. That big
mother-fucker is in there guarding them. Damn, he's strong," said Harry.

"Have they started yet?" Jim asked.

"No, not yet. But they punished us. They weren't real happy that we
were trying to help Tom and Charlie. The gave each of us a shot, and
now we're all weak. Couldn't lift a car if I tried. They said it
would wear off in a few days, but I don't like it Jim. And they got
worse planned for your bro."

"Unless I stop them," said Jim.

"Good luck, but with that behemoth in there, I just hope you don't get
hurt. Love to help you, but..." Harry flexed, but Jim knew there was
no strength behind it.

"It's OK Harry. I got a surprise for them." Jim went in.

He found them in the same theatre where the demonstration had been
given with William Neal. Tom and Charlie were chained to two
stretchers. Jeff stood between them, shirtless, one hand on each of
their chests. Jeff held them down while Dr. Apple prepared a syringe
next to Charlie. Tom and Charlie struggled, and there was a strain on
Jeff's face but he was succeeding in overpowering the two men.

Jim threw open the doors as Dr. Apple inserted the syringe into
Charlie's arm.

"Stop!" Jim screamed.

"Jim?!" asked Jeff.

"What is it Jim?" asked Dr. Apple as he withdrew the empty syringe
from Charlie's arm.

"I can't let you go on. This isn't right. I know them. They've
never hurt anyone. They aren't criminals or asocials or anything."

"That's not for you to say, Jim. Besides, I've already given this man
the hormone neutralizer. You may release him, Private. He's safe
now," said Dr. Apple.

As Jeff let Charlie go, Jim watched him struggle trying to break the
chains. He couldn't. His strength was gone.

Dr. Apple began to walk toward the table where the other syringes
were. Jim got there first, picked the table up, and threw it against
the wall, smashing the contents. "I said NO. You aren't doing that
to my brother!"

"Mr S..." was all the doctor could get out before Jim punched him the
face, knocking him out.

"Jim, what are you doing? You know I can't let you do this."

"Jeff, you don't understand."

"I understand that you seemed to have lost your head."

Jim walked to wear Charlie lay. Tom struggled to get up, but Jeff
held him down. Jim took the chains in his hands and snapped them,
freeing Charlie.

"Jim? How the fuck did you do that?"

Jim ripped the shirt off, then his pants. Charlie's expression
changed from confused to a grin. "Well, I'll be."

Tom stopped struggling. "Jimmy?"

"Figured it out, bro. Figured out why you were strong and I wasn't.
Now, we both are."

"Two of you, huh? Knew you looked like my Jim, but I'm afraid I'll
have to knock some sense into him. Sorry about his Tom," Jeff made a
fist and struck Tom hard, knocking him out. Charlie ran to him, but
Jeff just picked him up and tossed him against the wall where the
doctor lay.

"Looks like it's you against me, Jim."

"I don't want to fight you, Jeff. I love you."

"I love you too, but I got my orders." Jeff walked over to Jim,
sizing him up. Jim was huge, but Jeff had the training. Jim made the
first move. He fell back on the floor and swung his legs against
Jeff's. Jim knew that his legs were stronger. Jeff was unprepared
for the power of Jim's blow, and fell. Jim wrapped his legs around
Jeff's waist and squeezed. Jeff tried to flex, but felt his muscles
being crushed by Jim's massive legs.

Jeff knew he had to break Jim's grip. He positioned his mighty arms
against Jim's legs and tried to pry them apart. He failed. Jeff
could barely breath. In desperation, he swung a massive fist into
Jim's abs. The crack was deafening. Jim's abs held, but the sting of
the powerful fist distracted him enough for Jeff to squirm out.

Jeff lept to his feet. The two exchanged blows that would have killed
an elephant. Jim took aim for Jeff's face, but Jeff reacted quickly
and blocked the blow. He grabbed Jim's hand. Jim tried to throw
another fist, and Jeff blocked it, grabbing both hands. Jeff tried to
overpower Jim's arms. Jim resisted. Slowly, Jeff powered Jim's hands
down to his side.

"Damn, you're strong Jim.," Jeff grunted. "But, looks like my arms
are still a bit stronger." Both men flexed against the power of the
other, but Jeff's arms had the advantage. Jim tried to kick Jeff, but
Jeff flipped Jim on the ground.

"Jeff, please. You don't understand."

"What's there to understand," Jeff grunted as he contained Jim's power.

"You're going to be next."

"Huh." Jeff let go.

"What are you talking about Jim."

Jim showed him the proposal. Jeff turned red with anger. "NO! I
won't let them."

"Jeff, you don't have to. *I* won't let them. That's why I'm here.
Don't you see? Look what they did to Charlie. He was my teacher and
my friend. Tom is my brother. And, you... I couldn't let them. I
had to act."

As Jim explained everything to Jeff, Tom began to come around. He
lept up and began to lunge at Jeff. Jim grabbed his brother. Tom
flexed and screamed, then realized his brother was overpowering him.
It wasn't even a strain for him."

"Something you want to tell me, Jim?" Tom looked into Jim's eyes.

"Cool it Tom. Jeff," said Jim.

Jeff stuck out his hand. "Tom, I'm sorry. Jim explained everything
to me. I was wrong."

"Tom, Jeff is my lover and my friend. Please forgive him."

Tom looked angry, but then began to laugh.

"Hey man, sure. No real harm done, right? Charlie will recover
eventually, right Jim?" Tom asked, a bit of concern creeping into his
voice.

"Ya, the effects are temporary, and I've destroyed all the records and
the rest of the formula."

"Well, looks like your career as a biologist is over. I don't think
Dr. Apple will be too pleased with."

"We can always become lumberjacks," Jim teased his brother, reminding
him of that time so many years ago. The brothers hugged.

"Now about his bod of yours," asked Tom.

"Hope you don't mind being the weak one," Jim replied. "Let's get out
of here."

Tom picked Charlie up from the floor, while Jeff and Jim made sure
there were no copies of the forumla in this room. The four men left,
never to return.

The End.