Misfit Chapter 8- Conclusion

[umlerian49]

This wraps up this particular story. It took me way longer than I expected to finish up these last two chapters. Life kept getting in the way! Plus, this final chapter turned out to be a lot trickier than I expected, but after a couple of false starts, it finally just fell together.

To briefly recap:
--Ham's gone berserk, turned into a giant muscle beast and carried off Paul's girlfriend
--Lee and Fred followed Officer Smith out the door of the Student union when he responded to the mayhem on the Great Lawn
--Professor Lofgren remains blissfully unaware that anything's wrong


Chapter 8

“There he is!”

Lee and Fred had followed Officer Smith to the sight of the pandemonium– or rather; Lee had followed because Smith had offered them both a ride in his patrol car, but Lee didn’t fit. Fred had given the skeptical campus officer a brief summary of what they knew as Lee tried to keep up behind the car. By cutting across the Great Lawn, he arrived at the unbelievable scene about the same time.

As Fred and Officer Smith were scrambling out of the car, Lee made a dash straight for Paul. Shell-shocked survivors scattered as they feared another onslaught of muscle-bound mayhem

“What the...”

That was as much as Paul could get out before Lee tackled him. With a heavy thud, Paul found himself pinned to the ground with nearly five hundred pounds on top of him.

“Gotcha! Ow! Ow! Stop that!”

Several bystanders had picked up tree branches and were trying to whack the living daylights out Lee.

“Don’t do that! I’m the good guy!” he shouted as he tried to ward off the blows.

“Stop it! Leave him alone!” Officer Smith ordered as he came running up.

Most of the attackers did as they were told, but Fred and the officer had to pull one guy off. Lee retreated, leaving Paul on the ground, gasping for breath.

“Wha... what the fuck is wrong with you?” Paul asked between gasps.

“He didn’t have anything to do with this,” one of the EMT’s told Officer Smith.

“The hell you didn’t!” Fred blurted. “I told you what he did to me.”

“And who the fuck are you?” Paul asked.

“Like you don’t know!”

“Shit, no!”

“He’s Fred Wilson,” Lee offered, “you know, from the towel cage?”

Paul looked up at Fred.

“No you’re not,” he said. “I know Fred.”

“But you’re the one that turned me into this!” Fred said as he held up his hands.

“You make it sound like a bad thing,” Lee interjected.

“When you came into the locker room last night,” Fred continued. “You, um, and I, uh, I mean we, uh...”

“Made hot man-love,” Lee offered helpfully.

Paul’s fragile composure instantly crumbled and he lunged at Lee, but he may as well have tried to tackle the bronze statue of the college founder. Lee raised his forearm and Paul sort of ricocheted and went sprawling at Fred’s feet. Fred tried to help Paul up, only to take a fist to the side of his face. Officer Smith came at him from behind, got Paul in a choke hold and wrestled him to the ground.

“I never went out last night,” Paul said quietly after being subdued, and then started to sob. Officer Smith loosened his grip.

“He didn’t have anything to do with this.”

Smith looked up at a young man with his arm in a sling.

“It was Paul’s creepy roommate,” Joe said, “except he turned into some kind of a monster.”

“It’s true,” added another of the walking wounded.

“The Nutty Professor,” Lee said.

“What are you talking about?” Fred asked.

“Lofgren. He’s at the center of all this.”

“You say that he’s the one that made these, what did you call them?” Smith asked.

“Nanites.”

“Nanites, right.” Smith released the blubbering Paul and stood.

“We should go see him,” Lee said.

“Look around you!” Smith said, waving his arm at the carnage. “I can’t just leave!”

In fact, Smith wanted very badly to leave. Not because he was worried that Ham would come back, but because he knew his idiot bosses would show up at any minute and he’d be given a pat on the head, and sent off to write more parking tickets.

“Fine,” Lee said with annoyance. “I’ll go see him myself.”

As Lee walked off, Paul’s phone began to ring.





It had only taken Ham a few minutes to reach the old quarry in the woods near the school. It was a popular place for target practice, but it was too late in the year for that. It was also popular for students to take their dates and park on the ridge above the huge pit and look across at the lights of the college and the town beyond.

Ham had mostly made his own path through the woods, so it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to find him. Sarah had given up kicking and scratching and was slung over Ham’s enormous shoulder, held in place by his massive hand.

By now, the rage was mostly gone, and his mind was starting to clear. As he carried Sarah down the pathway into the abandoned pit, he realized he didn’t have a plan for dealing with his prisoner.

Ham’s mind was becoming more coherent by the second, but that just brought up a host of troubling questions. How did he lose control so badly? Did he hurt anyone seriously? What does he do now? With remarkable gentleness, he set Sarah on a nearby ledge at about his eye level, and began to pace anxiously.

“Who the... what the... who are you?” Sarah said shakily.

She wasn’t at all sure if the giant man could understand her. She wasn’t even sure if it was human. It was so huge, she could feel its footsteps beneath her. Its colossal muscles glistened with sweat, making every ridge, every striation, every massive vein seem even larger.

And that cock. It was obscenely gigantic; still the size of a baseball bat, even though it had started to soften. She liked men with a big package, but this wasn’t even funny. It was frightening. The giant stopped pacing and turned to her with anguished eyes.

I’m Ham,” it said, in a voice so deep and sonorous that she felt it in her body. “Ham Conner.”

Ham’s raging anger had somehow damaged the nanites. They weren’t capable of supporting his mood as they had. They were no longer an integral part of his psyche, able to serve him on a conscious level. He looked down at his massive hands and all the self-doubt, the negativity started streaming back. One word became uppermost in his mind.

Freak.

With a frustrated roar, Ham picked up a nearby boulder, raised it over his head and threw it as hard as he could. Sarah took advantage of the moment and pulled out her phone and sent a frantic text. Come to the quarry.





Professor Lofgren was at a bench peering through a microscope when he first heard the disturbance. There was shouting going on out in the office area. It got louder for a moment until there was a sudden crash and the sound of splintering wood as Lee battered down the door.

“I see you found something to wear,” Lofgren said as the big man approached.

For Lee, the professor’s sarcastic greeting was a bit like waving a red flag in front of a bull. He was already amped up on adrenaline from the situation, and the thrill of bashing in a so-called security door just added to his determination.

“That is so the wrong thing to say,” Lee said as he strode across the room toward the professor, brushing splinters and bits of plaster from his shoulders.

“Professor!” called out one of the grad students scurrying along behind, “should I call the police?”

Lee stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and glared down at the young man.

“Yeah,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, “why don’t you do that. Except something tells me they have their hands full with one of Dr. Frankenstein’s other monsters.”

The grad student stood there with the others, wide eyed and trembling.

“Go on!” Lee shouted, with a wave of his big hand. The students scampered from the room.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Lee snorted. “It’s like you’re from Central Casting or something.”

“What do you want?” the professor asked defensively.

“The same as I wanted this morning,” Lee retorted. “For you to fix your fucking mess.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Lee grabbed Lofgren by his lab coat and lifted him up to his eye level.

“Listen Doc,” Lee said, nearly nose to nose with Lofgren, “if you think I’m King Kong, I’m nothing but little Fay Wray compared to Ham Conner.”

Lee was getting a little bit of a chubby. He’d been bullied enough to make the idea permanently repugnant in his mind, but this was a case of necessity, and it gave him a bit of a thrill.

“You don’t scare me.”

“Fine,” Lee said. He released Lofgren, who stumbled slightly when he landed. “We’ll just wait for him to go on another rampage.”

“What kind of rampage?”

“Oh you know– your garden-variety rampage. Your ‘pulling full-size trees out by the roots and leaving a trail of broken bodies in your wake’ rampage. That kind.”

“That’s not possible.”

Lee let out a frustrated sigh. He looked down and put his huge hands on the professor’s shoulders.

“I want you to look at me very carefully, and say that again.”

The two locked eyes momentarily, and then Lofgren looked Lee up and down.

“I, um, get your point,” Lofgren said reluctantly. Lee gave out a big sigh.

“Good,” he said. Lee released the professor, folded his thick arms across his jutting chest and threw back his wide shoulders. “I’m glad we’ve got that out of the way. So, how do we neutralize these nanite things?”

Lofgren puffed out his cheeks thoughtfully before he spoke.

“To be honest,” he said, “I don’t think we can.”

Lee frowned and cocked his head to one side.

“Wrong answer, Doc. Can’t we inject him with some kind of antidote, or make him drink a secret formula or something?”

“Not without killing him, I’m afraid.”

Lee started pacing back and forth. He knew that the authorities would consider Ham just an out-of-control beast to be destroyed. It was starting to sound like his chat room buddy was a goner.

“If he goes berserk again, our trigger-happy cops may just do that for you, Doc. There has to be a way.”

“X-rays. A strong enough radiation pulse could destroy the nanites without harming your friend. I think.”

“You think? What do you mean you think? That the nanites will be destroyed, or that Ham won’t be hurt?”

“Both. Or either. Or...” Lofgren paused in frustration. “I’m sorry, but that’s all I have to offer.”

Lee thought for a moment.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s do it. What do we need, some kind of ray gun or something?”

“There’s nothing portable that has the necessary power. You’ll have to bring him here to the lab.”

“Shit,” Lee said. “Okay. You get set up and I’ll try to get him here.”





“Sarah, what’s wrong?”

When Paul got Sarah’s cryptic text, he dialed her up to see what was wrong.

“That thing,” said the soft, trembling voice on the other end, “it grabbed me and carried me here. I don’t...”

The call dropped.

“Sarah!” Paul shouted, frantically hitting redial. Sarah’s phone went to voice mail.

By now, other campus police cars were rolling up. Smith knew that this could be his last chance to be the hero.

“Who’s Sarah?” he asked Paul.

“She’s my girlfriend,” Paul said shakily. “She just called me. She said the monster had her at the quarry.”

Lee came trotting up, adding the just-arrived cops to the ranks of the astonished.

“We have to get him back to the Quantum Lab,” he said.

“Who?” Fred asked.

“Ham. The prof says he can neutralize the nanites, but only with the equipment in the lab.”

This presented Officer Smith with a dilemma. On the one hand, here was his opportunity to save the day and get promoted. On the other, it meant trying to handle a violent muscle monster three times the size of Lee unarmed, who, quite frankly, still scared him shitless.

“I have to save Sarah,” Paul said, jumping to his feet and turning to leave. Lee grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off his feet.

“Hold on there, sport,” he said. Lee was quickly growing comfortable with his new size and strength, and he liked it. “I’m probably the best one to deal with him at the moment.”

“I’m going with you,” Paul said.

“Suit yourself,” Lee said, letting Paul drop to his feet.

“I’m in charge, here,” Smith said.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” Lee said and then looked down at Paul. “Come on, pretty boy.”

Smith turned and shouted to one of the other officers.

“Hey, Cap!” he called, “I’m going to, um...”

“Escort us to the Health Center,” Lee said under his breath.

“Escort these victims to the Health Center!”

Lee strode off toward the woods with Officer Smith, Paul and Fred hurrying to keep up.





“What’s he doing?”

Lee was the only one tall enough to see the quarry clearly over the dense scrub that surrounded it.

“He’s just... pacing,” Lee answered.

Ham seemed to be muttering to himself as he walked back and forth. As he calmed down, he’d shrunk somewhat– now he stood just a shade under nine feet and his body was looking a little more proportional. Sarah remained perched on the ledge above Ham, and nearby was the remains of her cell phone, where Ham had dashed it against the rocks. Occasionally, Ham would glance up at her, to make sure she wasn’t trying to escape. Sarah was a little more collected, too.

“Uh, excuse me,” she called down from her perch. “Mister? Sir?”

“What?” Ham roared, irritated at being distracted from his thoughts. Sarah shrank back slightly.

“I... I’m sure you have a lot of things to do,” she said, “so I should probably be on my way...”

“Shut up!” Ham shouted so loudly that she could feel the ground tremble.

“Uh-oh,” Lee said as he peered through the brush. “I’m going in...”

“Sarah!”

Before Lee could do anything, Paul darted past him and through an opening in the undergrowth.

“Jesus Christ!” Lee said with exasperation. “Come back here, you biscuit-head!”

“I should call for backup,” Smith said.

“Now keep your shirt on,” Lee said. For the moment, there were no guns in the situation, and he preferred to keep it that way.

When Paul got out into the open, he suddenly realized that this might have been a terrible mistake.

“Holy shit...” he said as he looked up at the colossus.

With a snarl, Ham snapped his head in Paul’s direction. Almost instantly, Ham’s features softened.

“Paul? Honey?”

Shit, shit, shit, Paul thought, as he turned to run. He barely got two paces before he felt himself being lifted by two gigantic hands under his arms.

“Oh, sweetie,” Ham purred as he clutched the much smaller man to his enormous chest. He kissed Paul gently on the top of his head and then rubbed his cheek against it.

For Paul, it was like being crushed against a pair of steel wrecking balls with iron bands so hard he could barely breath.

“Whu... whu...” he gasped. The stubble of Ham’s cheek felt like sharp spikes being dragged across his scalp.

“You’re crushing him!” Sarah screamed.

Ham relaxed his grip, and Paul started gulping air like a drowning man.

“You just can’t stay away from me,” Ham murmured.

Paul tried to squirm, but it was as if he were encased in concrete.

“Lemme go, you freak!”

Paul felt something else rubbing up against his backside. No, it couldn’t be. Could it? It was. Ham’s elephantine cock had sprung back to life, and Paul was straddling the monster. However, Ham could no longer emit the pheremones that had made the objects of his desires so pliant. Terror washed over Paul as he realized what was about to happen.

“Oh, Hammy!”

Ham caught something moving out of the corner of his eye, and when he turned to look, what he saw nearly took his breath away. Standing at the edge of the clearing, completely naked, was the most stunningly beautiful man he’d ever seen. Although the man’s stature was a little on the short side, at least by Ham’s current perspective, he beheld the most incredibly muscular man he’d ever seen. And the man’s prick was amazing. More than twelve inches of fat, succulent meat stood firmly at attention. It was as if he had literally stepped out of Ham’s favorite muscle morph web site.

Lee suddenly struck a double-biceps pose and Ham gasped. He smoothly went into all the poses that he used to put his once-scrawny body through in the privacy of his bedroom– the archer, the crab, the most muscular– with Ham’s eyes getting wider with each one.

By the time Lee finished, everyone– Fred, Sarah, Officer Smith, even Paul– were looking at him slack-jawed.

As Lee sauntered over to Ham, one big leg swinging around the other while his mammoth meat bounced merrily in midair, Ham released his grip on his unwilling lover. Paul slid down Ham’s chest, bumping across the cobble-like abs before bouncing off Ham’s cock like a living springboard. Ham didn’t seem to even notice as Paul fell to the ground with a thud.

Lee flashed a perfect, brilliant white smile as he stopped in front of the giant. In wonderment, Ham reached down and gently touched the side of Lee’s face. Ham shuddered when Lee reached up and softly caressed the huge, purple cockhead of the stunned leviathan, and with out even needing to bend down, kissed it tenderly.

Ham’s eyes rolled back in his head as his entire body went rigid. Lee stepped back just as Ham’s loins clenched and he sent gallons of ejaculate flying up and over the surrounding brush. Lee reflexively shot his own load against Ham’s steel-like chest. Time seemed to stand still for the orgasmic pair.

After an indeterminate period of time, the mental fog cleared and Ham looked down into the sparkling eyes of the beautiful man before him.

Lee used both of his hands to grasp Ham’s big mitt. He pulled it to his lips, gave it a kiss and looked back up at the giant.

“Hamish Connor, will you be my boyfriend?”





No one that saw the sight that day was likely to forget the two muscle men walking naked, hand in hand, across the campus to the Science Building– one impossibly huge, the other unfathomably bigger.

Lee led his boyfriend down the stairs to the basement, pausing long enough at each door he’d wrecked earlier for the bigger man to wriggle through the almost-too-small openings. Professor Lofgren had his equipment set up to do the radiation treatment that all hoped would be the end of the nanites.

The professor explained to Ham that he wasn’t completely certain what would happen when he bombarded him with enough radiation to destroy the nanites, but Ham seemed willing to take the risk. Lofgren positioned Ham in front of an enormous radiation emitter and then everyone else retreated to behind a protective panel.

“Are you ready, young man?” Lofgren shouted.

“Yes,” Ham answered.

Paul held Sarah’s hand as they, Lee and Officer Smith watched through the glass. Professor Lofgren entered the initiation command into the computer, and with an almost imperceptible hesitation, pushed ‘enter.’

Ham felt like he was on fire. He let out a deep roar before everything went completely black.





Three Months Later

“You need any help in there hon? You don’t want to be late for class.”

Lee was calling through the bathroom door to his boyfriend. The door suddenly opened and a rush of hot steam poured out.

“That depends on what you mean,” Ham said. He bent down, turned sideways, and eased himself out the bathroom door.

Since his radiation treatment, Ham’s body had stabilized at about eight feet and just under a thousand pounds. Nowhere near what he was before the treatment, he was still the largest human being outside of the Old Testament. Lee’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at his behemoth boyfriend, muscles gleaming wet from the shower, holding a comically small bath towel around his waist.

“Help with this, for example,” Lee said as he reached out for the towel. “Oops... I guess dropped it.”

The towel fell to the floor, revealing Ham’s prodigious equipment. A flaccid cock the size of a wine bottle slumbered peacefully, perched atop testicles the size of softballs. Lee had been forced to reevaluate his passion for muscle, when he found himself getting even more turned on by Ham’s amazing manhood.

Lee had just returned from breakfast at the Student Union. His boyfriend needed more sleep than he did, and he’d slipped out without disturbing him. He was dressed in sweatpants and a school football jersey. The NCAA was still trying to decide if they could allow Lee to play. They’d taken one look at Ham and turned him down flat. That suited Ham just fine.

The university had realized that Ham and Lee had a massive legal claim, and had quickly settled. They both received full scholarships complete with generous living allowances. That included the spacious home with ten foot ceilings that was one of a handful of stately old houses on campus predating the school, and which were previously used for housing and entertaining rich visiting alumni. In addition, they were to receive a substantial annual stipend for life as “research subjects.”
Of course, the school wanted to fire Professor Lofgren; perhaps even file charges. Lee insisted that they keep him on– not because he had any particular affection for the crackpot, but because Lee was certain that he would otherwise go off to some other institution and get into trouble all over again.

“You know,” Ham purred in his deep, sonorous bass, “I don’t think the instructor would mind if I was just a tad bit late.” He reached down and tenderly helped Lee off with his shirt.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Lee said as he led his boyfriend over to the enormous bed.

Lee sat down on the edge of the mattress and between kisses, Ham helped him out of his pants. Lee’s cock sprang to attention and streamed with anticipation. Ham dropped to his knees and engaged Lee in a long, deep, wet kiss.

“Are you ready?” Ham said.

“Do it, big man.”

Ham closed his eyes, bowed his head and concentrated. A feeling of blissful well-being washed over his entire body. Soon, he felt the ceiling brushing against the back of his head...

[Mass Driver]

You are a genius.
That is a classic ending, but with a refreshing twist.
And it leaves you room to use that world a bit more if you want to.
I just hope you have lots more ideas for stories, cause they all seem to pan out great.
Please do...
Keep Writing.

MD

P.S. OhYeah. I think a lot of us readers want you to "Do it big man" again.

MD

[chocomus]

great conclusion!!!! I wonder if Paul forgave gim in the end

[umlerian49]

Originally Posted by Mass Driver

You are a genius.
That is a classic ending, but with a refreshing twist.
And it leaves you room to use that world a bit more if you want to.
I just hope you have lots more ideas for stories, cause they all seem to pan out great.
Please do...
Keep Writing.

MD

P.S. OhYeah. I think a lot of us readers want you to "Do it big man" again.

MD

Thanks. This one was a bit more of a struggle and had me stumped at one point.

Originally Posted by chocomus

great conclusion!!!! I wonder if Paul forgave gim in the end

I think Paul got over it. He realized certain "advantages."


Hey everybody else! Is that it for comments? This stuff don't write itself, ya' know! It's enough to give a guy a complex.

[Reeza]

As always, beautifully written with a nice sense of humor. I have to admit that I liked Ham better when he had a dark side. In fantasy (NOT in reality!) I like a man who takes what he wants. But that's my issue, not yours. Thanks for continuing to write. I know how time-consuming it is.