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Hulkify Me Gamma Base was deserted. Budget cuts and a more liberal attitude had deemed the Hulk problem not worthy of the extensive funding necessary for its upkeep. Trying to reproduce the accident that had created the most powerful creature on the planet was ?ill advised? since controlling any new hulks would be almost impossible. A single light was turned off in an one of the abandoned labs. Brad Lawrence closed the door to the biogenic research area. Brad was six foot four, lanky geek who was a genius in the field of gamma mutation. He was scheduled to do his post doc at Gamma Base before it had been closed. Instead, he did his research alone, only stealing himself onto the base after he had his plan. Brad wore an oversized white t-shirt that hung off his thin frame, and baggy blue jeans. He through rucksack over over his shoulder and headed across the base. Brad entered a build with the word ?gym? above the door. He turned on the power, lighting the expansive room. This was no ordinary gym. Sure, it had weights and equipment for soldiers to work out, a special area was also set aside designed to test the might of a being with up to level 200 strength. Brad set the rucksack down and opened it. He pulled out an infra-gamma beam generator and turned it on. He returned to the sack and pulls out a toothpaste-like tube and stuck it into his pocket. He then walks to far area, takes a seat on a thick metal bench, and waits. Brad didn?t wait long. Five minutes later, he felt a jarring, like a small earthquake. Outside, he heard a crash, A second later, the far wall is blasted in by a powerful explosion. Through the dust, Brad saw the outline of a massively muscled figure. ?WHERE IS IT!? the beast screamed, flexing massive pecs as he steps inside. The building shakes with each step of the green goliath. The Hulk approached the generator, grabbed it and cracked it in half as easy as a man would split the wishbone of a chicken. ?Nice of you to come,? said Brad, standing up. The Hulk turned and struck a most muscular crab posing, screaming a threatening growl at Brad. ?Damn, you are big,? Brad swooned. ?How big is that chest anyway? Shit, looks twice as big as Ruhl?s or Lexukov?s!? The Hulk roared and took a step toward Brad, shaking the building with his power. ?NO ONE STRONGER THAN HULK! Why puny man summon Hulk? Hulk SMASH!? ?Love that big guy.... All that power. Fuck. Love to see what you are capable of close-up.? The Hulk took another step, and was now standing over Brad. Brad took a deep breath, smelling the powerful man odor that surrounded the green giant. He reached up, touching the monster?s massive pec. ?Holly fuck, it?s harder than steel. And you aren?t even flexed.? The Hulk batted Brad?s arms away. ?Puny man no touch Hulk.? ?Sure big guy. Never been worshipped huh? Well, maybe I am getting ahead of myself. Do you know where you are?? Hulk grunted. ?Army base. Stupid men try to trap Hulk here, but Hulk always escape.? ?Ya, so I heard,? Brad grinned. ?But before the army left, they designed this.? Brad points at the bench he was sitting on. ?It?s a weight bench, designed to test your strength.? ?Test Hulk?? The Hulk started to laugh. ?Hulk strongest there is. No machine strong enough to test Hulk.? ?Care to give it a go?? The Hulk moved to it, raised his hands into a double fist over his head and slammed it onto the bench. Nothing happened. The Hulk did it again. ?Looks like army made something Hulk can?t smash. Bet you can?t even lift the weight they designed. You know what a bench press is?? The Hulk slammed his fists again and again. Brad watched as the Hulk?s muscles grew with his anger, but still the metal held. Brad walked to the wall, and pushed a switch. From the roof, a bar made of the same metal came down. ?Come on muscleman, lie down and see if you can bench that bar.? Brad turned a nob to 50. The Hulk growled, determined to prove his power. He lay on the bench, raised his arms and grabbed the bar. Brad pressed a button, and two energy bands formed around the bar. The arm that had descended the bar unlatched and withdrew to the ceiling. The Hulk lowered the bar, then raised it with ease, thick striations in his pecs pressing up. ?Ha ha ha... puny bar light.? The Hulk lowered it again. ?Ya, that?s only level 50. Here...? Brad turned the dial up to 75. He watched as the Hulk did another two reps. ?That?s 75. This is 90.? Brad turned the dial. The Hulk grunted, but lowered and raised the bar. ?Hulk still stronger,? he boasted. ?Ya, but this is 100, your base strength.? Brad turned the dial. The Hulk grunted, and lowered the bar, then raised it. ?Hulk still stronger.? ?Ya, you were womping on that bench pretty good.? Brad turned the dial to 120. The Hulk grunted, feeling the weight increase. The bar started to fall toward the beast?s chest. The Hulk screamed, demanding more power as he slowed the bar. He fought to push it up. ?And this is 150.? Brad turned the knob. The weight became too heavy, as the Hulk?s huge arms and pecs swelled, trying to control the incredible weight. The Hulk arched his back, trying for leverage, but the bar slowly fell to his chest. The Hulk pushed, raising the bar an inch before it fell again. ?And this is 200.? Brad turned the knob to the maximum position. The bar fell, a crushing weight on the Hulk. He flexed, protecting his body with his muscle, but the bar pressed into him, trapping him on the bench. ?Oh, did I say this was for you to work out? Maybe I made a mistake. They designed this for some guy named Bronsky. I think you call him ?Big Ears? or something. He?s stronger than you, right?? The Hulk screamed but the bar didn?t move. Brad pressed a second button, and another bar descended from the ceiling, landing on the Hulk?s legs. Energy bans emerged, pinning the monster firmly. ?There that will hold you. Damn, you are one big muscle dude.? Brad walked over, he began to touch the Hulk?s arms. ?Wow. That?s bigger than my waist.? The Hulk growled and started to move his arm to grab Brad, but the weight bore down with crushing force. ?I wouldn?t advise letting go,? Brad said, pulling a tape measure from his pocket. He wrapped it around the Hulk?s flexing arm. ?Shit, 36 inches of pulsing super muscle. And that bar is 8 feet wide. Your chest has to be close to 80 inches. They say your legs can propel you for miles with a single jump.? He placed the tape over one trapped quad. ?Yep, big 55 inch wheels man. And those calves. Shit.? Brad ran his hands over the Hulk?s legs, his breathing getting deeper as his excitement grew. ?Ah, sorry big man, but I got to relieve some of my own pressure.? Brad unbuttoned his pants and dropped them. He 7 inch penis clearly erect in his briefs. He stepped out of his pants, then dropped his briefs. His cock jumped up to his shirt. ?Queer get away from Hulk!? The Hulk screamed, his anger building but still not enough to free himself. ?Nah, I don?t think so. Queer, huh? Didn?t think you?d know that word. Well, since you do.? Brad moved to the Hulk and unbuttoned his purple shorts. He moved to the bench and grabbed some scissors. He started to cut the Hulk?s shorts away. The Hulk thrashed, trying to stop Brad, but in seconds his pants were opened revealing the Hulk?s massive gamma-powered endowment. ?Damn. Shit, you?re an elephant. ? Brad grabbed the Hulk?s sack, but it was too large for his hand. He held one ball. ?It?s the size of a softball!? The Hulk?s penis was 12 inches soft and a good 8 inches around. Brad moved his mouth to the head, stuck his tongue out and licked it. ?Oh man!? Brad started stroking himself, then grabbed the tube from his pants. ?Leave Hulk alone,? the beast screamed, but Brad ignored him. Brad put a rubber glove on his hand, then emptied the tube. A red cream emerged. Brad massaged the cream unto the Hulk?s balls and around the base of his cock. ?Ahhhhh....? The Hulk moaned. ?Yep, you?re a virgin aren?t you. No wonder with this meat. Here, let me show you how much fun this big toy of your can be.? Brad removed the glove and noted that the cream had been absorbed by the Hulk?s huge sack. He then put both hands on the Hulk?s cock and started stroking it. It started to harden, his powerful muscle forcing blood to make it expand into titanium hardness. Brad placed his lips on tip of the head, kissed it then open his lips wide and took in as much of the powerful pole that he could. The Hulk bucked and thrashed, as a feeling of intense pleasure emanated from his monster cock. Brad moved one hand to the Hulk?s massive nuts, and other over the thickly muscle abs and to the Hulk?s nipple. Brad marveled at the huge ridge of hard muscle, shredded as he fought against the crushing weight holding him down. Brad found the Hulk?s nipple and squeezed it. ?Ohhhhh...? The Hulk bucked again, but stopped resisting. Huge amounts of precum started to leak into Brad?s mouth. ?Mmmmm , ya.? Brad pressed into the Hulk harder. The Hulk felt strange, his mind foggy as he became absorbed in erotic pleasure. He felt Brad?s finger rubbing his muscle tit and squeezing his might balls. Brad?s hands felt so good, and strong. Brad notices the Hulk?s nuts pulling tight. He knew an explosion was imminent. He grabbed the nuts, and pulled on them. It was enough. The Hulk?s cannon fired a gamma charged volley into Brad?s mouth. Brad fought not to be blown off the huge organ and sucked ever drop of powerful Hulk cum down his throat. Brad pressed a button, and the bars holding the Hulk were released. The Hulk threw the bar up as a second huge load of cum shot down Brad?s throat. Brad squeezed the Hulk?s nuts and the Hulk screamed, shooting a third massive load. The Hulk tried to move, but his nuts hurt and he needed to release a fourth and final load. The Hulk lay on the bench, spent. His mind a jumble of sex charged feelings. Brad removed his mouth from the Hulk?s retreating organ. ?Enjoyed that, right big guy.? ?What queer do to Hulk?? The Hulk said, panting. Brad grinned. ?Better watch that mouth now. You feel it, don?t you?? ?Hulk feel... funny. Weak.? ?Small might be a better word. Oh, not those big muscles, but...? Brad pointed down to his organ. It was 12 soft inches with two nuts the size of softballs. The Hulk moved his hands to his own organ. No longer did he sport a massive cock, but it had shrunk to 3 soft inches with nuts the size of sparrow eggs. ?What you do to Hulk?!?? The Hulk jumped up and threw a punch at Brad. Brad responded, grabbing the incoming fist and stopping it easily. ?Ya know Hulk, what makes a man a man? Testosterone builds muscle and controls the genetic male characteristic Adrenaline causes a fight reflex. It?s all hormones, dude. And in your case, what makes you so strong? Ever wonder why you never burst out of those stupid pants? Banner knew. Those huge balls fuel your muscle. Well, they use to.? Brad squeezed the Hulk?s fist, and the Hulk screamed in pain, falling to one knew. ?Now they fuel my muscle, small as it may be.? Brad let go, and the Hulk stood up. He started to run, but moved slowly. He jumped, and only went four feet. ?Where?s my strength.? Brad was on the bench, a bar descending. The dial read 200. ?Right here.? Brad grabbed the bar and lowered it, then raised it with ease. He did two, then three reps. He noticed the Hulk trying to leave. Brad tossed the bar up, lodging it in the ceiling. He lept at the Hulk, tackling him. ?Not so fast, runt. That was only phase 1. You still got all these pretty muscle.? Brad ran his hands over the huge mounds, squeezing the once granite hard flesh with his now superior strength. ?And if you didn?t notice, that bar was set at 200. Each shot of your mighty cum was a dose of 100 level strength, and I got four of them.? Brad flexed, a tiny bicep that had vascularity and striations beyond its tiny size. The Hulk raised his hand over the muscle and squeezed. Nothing. It felt like an iron walnut that resisted the Hulk?s diminished power. ?Banner...? the Hulk muttered, trying to force a transformation, but nothing happened. ?Banner...? the Hulk moaned again. ?Sorry weakling, that won?t work. You see, it takes a great deal of power to do that transformation, and, well, you?re kinda powerless now, aren?t you.? Brad spoke as he got up and went to the sack. He took out what looked like a spray bottle. The Hulk started to back way, but Brad was on him in a second. He shoved a small hand into the Hulk?s chest with the force of a bulldozer, throwing the Hulk to a wall. The Hulk fell, dazed as Brad came over. He started to spray a liquid over the Hulk?s chest. It looked like an oil that made the huge muscle shine. He covered the Hulk?s chest then shoulder and arms. He sprayed the Hulk?s abs as the Hulk started to move. He grabbed the Hulk by the throat and lifted him up. Brad knelt down and sprayed the Hulk?s huge legs, paying special attention to the calves. ?Turn around!? Brad ordered. ?You don?t want me to make you!? Brad flexed his tiny bicep. The Hulk shuddered and turned. Brad covered the back of the Hulk?s legs, then his glutes. ?Love to fuck that huge ass, shit....? ?No!? The Hulk screamed in fear. ?Don?t worry wimp, that?s not the plan.? Brad emptied the rest of the spray over the massive wings of the Hulk?s lats and traps. The shimmer of the liquid faded as it dried. The Hulk closed his eyes. He felt strange again. He moved his hands over his rocky abs and to his massive chest. ?Hulk big... biggest.? Brad grabbed his shirt and lifted it off. ?Ya, Hulk is fucking huge. A muscle freak. Massive...? The Hulk muttered. ?Muscle monster.? He raised an arm and flexed it. ?Hulk like muscles.? ?Always did, didn?t you? Why do you think the gamma energy changed you like this. The power, the muscle, you craved it.? Brad stepped forward, pressing his strong lanky body into the Hulk?s huge muscle. ?So do I.? Brad kissed the Hulk?s bicep. The Hulk felt something between his legs, and realized it was Brad?s massive cock getting hard. His own small manhood started to get harder. The Hulk took Brad?s head in his hands, and he lowered his mouth and started to kiss Brad deeply. Brad returned the kiss and moved his powerful python between them, allowing it snake up his flat stomach and the Hulk?s bricked abdominal wall. The powerful and thick head pressed into Brad?s flat chest and between the Hulk?s shield-like pecs. ?Your muscles are awesome,? Brad said into the Hulk?s kiss. ?But you know what?s awesome too, my new strength.? With that Brad pressed into the Hulk, forcing him backwards into the wall. The Hulk flexed, his powerless muscle overwhelmed by the smaller man?s superior power. The Hulk began to moan, feeling his limbs being controlled by Brad?s smaller but stronger muscles. ?You like being overpowered, huh Hulk. All that big muscle. Hulk bigger. Hulk smash, but not now. Hulk has met a stronger man.? ?Puny man stronger... so strong.? Brad moves the Hulk?s hands to his newly massive nuts. ?Feel how big I am.? Brad moves his hands to the Hulk?s small nuts that are starting to pull tight. ?Feel this,? Brad says as he steps back and lets his cock spray a huge load of cum over the Hulk?s body. Brad?s little body flexes, forcing more and more of his man-load into the Hulk, covering his pecs, abs and legs with his cream. The Hulk throws his head back and starts stroking his small organ. Brad dives as the Hulk?s body stiffens. Once again, the Hulk starts to shoot his load into Brad?s mouth. Brad sucks hard, his powerful longs draining the muscle-giant?s small nuts. The Hulk screamed, his body convulsing with his orgasm. He felt as if Brad were sucking his body through his cock, draining him of every last drop of his manhood. As the orgasm stopped, Brad stepped back. The Hulk?s powerful body looked weak. His pecs sagged, and his arms lacked a tone. His legs looked puffy and his stomach, rather than being ripped abs, looked soft and fat. The Hulk shivered and his body started to get smaller. Brad grinned. ?FUCK YA!? he screamed, and flexed a double bicep. Small falls of solid muscle formed. He straightened his arms then flexed them again, his biceps exploding upwards. ?Bigger!? Brad screamed as he did it again, his biceps flexing upwards into twin peaks. Brad pulled his arms down, hitting a crab that resembled Arnolds from the 1975 Olympia. At the same time, the Hulk?s body continued to shrink. His vast musculature shrunk to the size of a middleweight bodybuilder. The Hulk tried to flex, but his body responded by getting smaller, now a lightweight, then a swimmers build. Finally, his chest flattened to his rib cage. His once tree-like legs were twigs. ?How?s it going little guy?? Brad said, shaking massive quads. His musculature was now larger than any bodybuilder, but his proportions were perfect. Muscle flowed off of a form that emanated masculinity. Brad felt his body continue to grow. His strong muscle expanded, gaining the mass to reflect his hulking strength. He looked at his quads -- ripped diamonds of shredded power. He lifted his heel, flexing his calf and marveling at its size, knowing it will now propel him in a single leap. His thin knees were engulfed by slabs of muscle. He ran his hands over the sweep of his quads, looking at the deep divide between the swollen muscle bellies. His hands brushed against his malehood, length and thickness that would cause anyone to struggle and groan with incredible pleasure. Brad vacuumed his abs, the eight powerful bricks turning into a column of pure power, and arrow pointing to his bulbous balls and trunk-like cock. ?Fuck ya.... Mr Olympia!? Brad screamed as he turned to the side and showed his square pecs fill with unequaled energy. Brad L?ed his arm, taking his wrist in his other hand as his bicep peaked into his side and his arm thickened, a side chest pose no living creature could match. He turned toward the diminutive Hulk, string a crap, traps eclipsing his neck, a wave of pure muscle power radiating from Brad?s powered body. The Hulk?s skinny body tried to back away, but he fell to the ground. Laughing, Brad turned away. He went to the rucksack, and pulled out a XXXL pair of spandex shorts. He struggled to put them on, the lycra straining to contain the hulking thighs and whale-like dick. The small green man that was the Hulk curled into a fetal position and started to cry. ?Hulk smash,? he whined. ?Hulk the strongest,? he sobbed. ?No more. no more.? ?Sorry little man,? Brad said. ?I gotta run. You know, worshipers to flex for, muscle to show, wimps to smash and dominate.? Brad took a step, and the building shook with the power of his stride. He looked at the wall, balled a fist and punched. A ten foot hole exploded where his flesh made contact with the mortar. Brad stepped through. He turned, and looked at the fallen creature. ?In building 43 there?s a gamma ray generator. If I?m right, but then, when have YOU known me to be wrong -- stand in front of it, and you?ll get your little muscle size and strength back. Don?t come looking for me -- I?m still way stronger than you?ll ever be. If I see you again,? Brad rubs his hand over his huge bulge, ?that thing I said about your ass, well it will be mine.? Before he turns, he sees the wimp that was the Hulk smile, his small cock getting hard. ?Ya, you?d like that wouldn?t you?? Brad turns, and leaps, his massive form flying into a full moon. The End. __________________ http://www.scott-safier.us "Stand firm for what you believe in until or unless logic or experience prove you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing. And there's no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza." Daria |
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WOW! Amazing! We can always use more Hulk stories. I see that this is a One Of (Unless I'm wrong), though I wish it wasn't. (Really Wish) __________________ |
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I loved this story! I really enjoyed the middle part, where Brad became stronger than the Hulk despite being much, much smaller than him. That's always been one of my favorite story elements, seeing smaller men overpower bigger ones, there just hasn't been much of that overall in stories. The rest of it was cool, great description of the muscle growth and definition. __________________ "Loved by few, hated by many, respected by ALL" The Undertaker, Deadman Inc. In the MGS FC's, I am Barf the Mawg from Spaceballs, loyal, powerful, quick witted, but I have a bit of a weight problem. http://sports.groups.yahoo.com/group/yfhmk/ Only those serious about young muscle need apply. We do accept stories, but let's keep it clean. This is the only place on the web where Ragman's "My Nephew" Stories can be found. |
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It is SO AWESOME to see a new Corwin story, and this one did not disappoint! |
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Your stories are always ?ber hot, but to me the best element of this one is that you have made a Hulk who is a brute but not a stupid animal, I loved the level of interaction between the behemoth and the geeky guy. Power to the nerds! Cheers __________________ There's no such thing as TOO BIG! |
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Great take-off! I'd love to see the Hulkster prove Brad wrong!!! __________________ --It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin |
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Spectacular!!!! |
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Corwin, Thanks for the excellent story! I've always had a soft spot for Marvel's emerald muscle man and it's good to see him in a tale like this. It's great as well to read a new story from you. I've always enjoyed your work and I look forward to your next contribution to the group. Sctphil |
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Great short story It is AMAZING!! I love your attitude, and you say some hot things that really makes me think of my fantasies. Like you were picking at my brain when you wrote it! GREAT JOB! __________________ D |
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Loved the story!!! Congratulations dude |
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Really wish it hadnt ended! |
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Feel free to continue it... all stories have endings, and this is the way I ended this one. If you can think how you want it to continue, you have my permission to use these characters in that way. always cool to see what other's fantasies might be or what my writing might inspire... __________________ http://www.scott-safier.us "Stand firm for what you believe in until or unless logic or experience prove you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing. And there's no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza." Daria |
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Love this story __________________ LARGE and INCHARGE Bigger = Better. Size matters. Might = Right |
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This is one of my favourite stories yet! I'd love to see a superman version of this as well. |
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Yes a Superman version would be hot!! |
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I always give other authors the leave to use my characters in other stories (it is nice to be asked, though). I adapted the Alex v Superman story to a Hulk story, and if someone wants to adapt this to a superman story feel free. I have a different Superman story in mind ;-) __________________ http://www.scott-safier.us "Stand firm for what you believe in until or unless logic or experience prove you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing. And there's no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza." Daria |
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Would love to read your take on a Superman story! |
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Damn, Corwin, would love to read someday Brad visiting Abomination!!!! |
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