Hulk Smashed part 2

[AT2000]

The Hulk's post-transformational bellowing wound down and the brute stood looking around his
new environment. The form of a fleeing human caught his eye as it disappeared into the thick
woods that surrounded him.

The Hulk absently swiped away a small shred of the t-shirt Banner had been wearing where it
had managed to remain draped across one of his trapezius muscles, which was roughly the size
and hue of a ripe water-melon.

The Hulk vaguely recognized the retreating human by the shock of red hair on his head.
Banner's desire to help the youth was all that had survived of the man's consciousness inside the
Hulk's brutish mind.

"Hulk help Chris." The Hulk muttered and then leapt into the sky above the trees, headed in the
direction of the fleeing boy.

Chris ran head-long through the woods. He nearly careened into several trees in his fright. It
was hard to judge distance as he seemed able to run far more swiftly than he had ever been able
to before.

Up ahead, through the trees, he noticed one of the trails that criss-crossed the woods. He quickly
tried to alter course so that he would intersect the path and follow it out of the forest. Then he
did clip a sapling of about the thickness of a street lamp with his shoulder. He spun out of
control and sprawled on the ground.

He sat up blinking and looked around. He was near one of the many sculptures the city had
contracted local artists to create and place throughout the park. A few of the sculptures had been
placed along the wooded trails. This one looked like a set of free-floating, ship-less sails.

For having endured such a violent impact, he felt almost nothing. His gaze fell on the small tree
he had collided with. Or rather, its remaining stump. It had splintered near the ground and been
hurled several meters away by the impact of his body.

Chris absently rubbed the shoulder that had felled the small tree. There was no pain at all. It
didn't feel like his shoulder. It felt more like that of one of those tank-like kids he'd been utterly
unable to compete with in one of his typically unsuccessful tryouts for the wrestling team.

Remembering that the Hulk was nearby, Chris slowed his breathing to near silence and listened
intently for any sign of the monstrous being.

Chris's heart nearly stopped when the silence was suddenly shattered by the Hulk as he came
crashing down from the sky, shearing off tree branches several times the size of the tree Chris
had brought down.

The beast landed effortlessly, batting away falling, telephone-pole thick branches. He strode
toward Chris through a small blizzard of falling leaves and other arborial debris.

Chris felt adrenaline flood his body. He scramble to recover his footing and was about to sprint
away as fast as he could when a hand larger and thicker than a catcher's mitt closed on his
shoulder.

"Why does muscle-boy run away?" The Hulk asked in a slightly annoyed voice that was like
rolling thunder.

It seemed an odd question from such an intimidating pursuer. Chris wondered if it was supposed
to be a taunt of some kind. Then it dawned on him that the Incredible Hulk had just referred to
him as "muscle-boy".

He reflexively grabbed the Hulk's hand and tried to free himself, but it was like trying to pry
open a vise.

The Hulk scooped Chris up in one motion and attempted to tuck the boy under one arm. Chris
managed to plant one hand against the Hulk's side, with the other he continued to pry at the
Hulk's grip on him. For a moment he managed to frustrate the Hulk's effort at securing him, but
the Hulk exerted more strength and easily overcame Chris's resistence.

"Muscle-boy is stronger than other puny humans." The Hulk noted absently as he stomped off
with Chris trapped and held immobile under one ridiculously muscular green arm.

As Chris was carried along, his torso wedged between the insanely large biceps and triceps of
the Hulk's upper arm and the brute's rippling mosaic of cobble-like obliques, he had quickly
realized the futility of struggling. He relaxed and tried to calm himself in order to take
advantage of any opportunity for escape that might present itself. Chris could feel the pressure
of the Hulk's hold steadily increase. There was, so far, no accompanying pain or discomfort, but
he wondered why the Hulk kept squeezing him harder when it was clear that he was already well
and truly trapped.

The Hulk grunted with irritation and readjusted his hold on Chris. "Muscle-boy can't get away.
Stop fighting Hulk." The brute admonished.

That's when Chris realized that the Hulk's grip wasn't tightening because the beast was
squeezing harder, it was tightening because Chris was still getting bigger.

Chris craned his neck to examine his right arm where it wrapped around the Hulk's own much
larger right forearm as Chris held on. The boy's eyes widened with surprise. The Hulk's arm
might be much, much larger than his, but he could definitely see why the Hulk was calling him
"muscle-boy'.

The biggest, toughest line-backer on his high school's football team would have killed to have
an arm like that.

Chris knew he wasn't in the Hulk's league, but he was beginning to wonder if he might be able
to free himself with a surprise, strategically timed, all-out burst of effort

He slowly began to exhale. He tried to precisely counter the effect of his growing musculature
so that the Hulk would think that he had totally given up and was resigned to being held captive.

Soon he thought he could detect a small relaxation of the Hulk's grip. He continued this for as
long as he could and right before he was completely out of air - his lungs screaming at him to
take a breath - he twisted as hard as he could in the Hulk's grip and shoved away with both arms
with all the strength he could muster.

To his surprise he felt himself slip the Hulk's hold. He landed on his feet just behind the Hulk
and was able to quickly steady himself.

"Huh!?" Then Hulk grunted with surprise. He stopped and whirled around, glaring at Chris in
irritation. He couldn't understand why the boy was resisting his efforts to protect him
from...what ever it was he needed protection from. The Hulk's simple mind was being driven
only by the dimly remembered concern Banner had regarding Chris's well-being..

Chris stood trying to catch his breath from the long period in which he had interrupted his
normal breathing. He found himself momentarily distracted by unusual movement in his field of
vision. He glanced down, realizing that the heaving motion of his breathing was causing his
pecs to rise higher into view than they used to. Heck, he'd never even really HAD discernable
pecs before. He ran a hand across his chest and was amazed at how the much thicker muscles
there felt. His breathing under his rippling pecs felt like the slow revving of some immensely
powerful engine.

Chris was stirred from his infatuation with his burgeoning muscles by the sound of the low
growl emanating from the Hulk as he moved in on him once more. The Hulk's child-like mental
focus was beginning to drift from protecting Chris to being annoyed at being defied by this less-
puny-than-usual, but still puny human.

Chris's eyes widened and he froze in place, not sure which way to run.

The Hulk stooped and arms more powerful than the mightiest earth moving machinery encircled
Chris, who felt himself pulled against massive, slab-like, green pectoral muscles that seemed to
stretch away on either side of his head for miles.

"Muscle-boy will stop trying to fight Hulk." The Hulk demanded and then squeezed Chris to
demonstrate his displeasure with the boy. Chris went white with fear. The Hulk's biceps
seemed to advance like opposing bulldozers on either side of him, while the Hulks pecs bulged
like a swelling liquid steel tide.

Chris closed his eyes tight and tensed up, expecting to hear the sickening crack of his ribs giving
out just before the Hulk crushed him.

Instead, that earlier feeling of power he'd experience when concentrating on his own pecs
returned, only it felt even stronger now. Wondering how much time he had before the Hulk
overwhelmed him, Chris struggled to free his arms, but the Hulk had them pinned too solidly.

The Hulk felt Chris's effort to move his limbs.

"Muscle-boy will make Hulk hurt him." The Hulk warned with anger this time instead of mere
irritation. The Hulk increased the power of his squeeze by what felt like a factor of ten.

Not seeing how he could free himself from the now even more solid hold the Hulk had him in
and fearing the Hulk might totally squeeze the breath out of him, Chris inhaled as deeply as he
could. His chest expanded hugely, even against the Hulks ever thickening pecs. Chris flexed
down hard with his own pecs to try and resist the Hulk's onslaught for as long as he could.

Grimacing with effort, his eyes squeezed shut, Chris waited for the inevitable. He was suddenly
aware of the irony of his situation. Just as he'd finally been miraculously granted the ability to
avenge himself on all those guys who'd kicked him around all through school, fate had sent the
strongest creature ever to take over the job of bullying him.

The Hulk growled with increasing anger as he felt Chris flex against him. "Muscle-boy is
strong." The Hulk grunted. Chris's eyes flew open. Was that a grunt of effort?! "But Hulk is
STRONGER!" The Hulk bellowed.

Chris's head whipped back and forth as he examined what was happening. Veins as thick as
garden hoses surged in each of the Hulk's straining biceps and waves of undulating striations
rolled along the surface of the Hulk's expansive chest as the brute brought more power to bear
on the boy.

The pressure on Chris's torso must have been beyond belief. But the boy's powerfully flexing
pecs did not yield. "Uh...Am I actually standing up to the Hulk?" Chris wondered to himself in
disbelief. He looked up, curious to see the Hulk's face so that he might gauge the amount of
effort the best was putting forth, but the great green arc of the brutes massive pecs obscured the
view.

The Hulk roared and ramped up the power of his bear-hug. Chris felt himself fairly disappear,
he was almost completely engulfed in the bulging green muscles surrounding him as the Hulks
arms and chest swelled with the increased power being channeled into them.

Chris exerted himself more, in an attempt to counter...and found the strength to keep up with the
Hulk's surge was there, on-tap, within his own bulging muscles.

"Does Muscle-boy give up?" The Hulk growled smug confidence.

Chris wondered how much of the Hulk's strength he was capable of coping with, but his
curiosity was eclipsed by his desire to escape. The Hulk's question seemed like the opportunity
he needed to free himself.

"Umm - sure, Hulk." Chris answered from where he was pinned between the Hulk's massive,
straining muscles. "You're uh...You're just too much for me." Chris added, then rolled his eyes
at how unconvincing he sounded. He held his breath, hoping the Hulk would buy it.

The Hulk's oak-tree arms swung open like the gates of a mighty fortress. Chris felt himself fall
away from the twin armored hemispheres of the Hulk's bulging chest, his feet hit the ground and
the boy stood on his own once more.

Even though the Hulk still loomed menacingly over Chris, he found himself more concerned
with checking out the state of his own body. His fear of the Hulk was momentarily displaced by
what he saw when he held out his arms and looked down over his now even more powerful
looking frame.

Chris's previously skinny arms had filled in even more with hanging slabs of triceps that
underlay powerful-looking biceps, both of which peaked slightly even with his arms out-
stretched. His pectoral muscles protruded outward like the stout prow of a tug-boat, obscuring
his view of anything below them behind the expanse of lightly freckled skin that was stretched
tight over those broad, incredibly thick, rippling muscle and the line where it bordered with the
tightly stretched material of his shirt..

Chris swung his arms behind him, causing those pecs to flatten against his ribs as much as was
possible. Tilting his head forward, he was now able to see his stomach, where a rippling mass of
riotous muscularity ran rampant across his abdomen. His previously featureless middle now
looked like something that should have a couple of rock-climbers scaling it.

It was then that he felt the first leg-band of his briefs give way, followed quickly by the tearing
sound of the other leg-band slowly succumbing to the swelling muscles of his leg. The overly
baggy shorts he'd been wearing were still intact, but they were less and less baggy all the time.
The over-sized arm-holes of his Middleton Maulers tank-tee were beginning to snug up around
the boys lats, trapzius muscles and the sides of his chest. The collar stretched tight as well,
around those same traps as well as along a tight circle that skimmed his upper pecs.

Chris crooked his right arm, grabbed the biceps with his left hand and gave the muscle a probing
squeeze as he flexed it. His jaw nearly hit the leaf-littered ground. It felt like an iron cannon-
ball.

"Hulk must go back home." The gravely voice of the Hulk drew Chris's attention from checking
out his bod. The Green behemoth was looking up, scanning the sky through the trees. After
seeming to fix his position somehow, the Hulk turned his attention back to Chris.

"Muscle-boy will come with Hulk." The Hulk declared in a manner that proclaimed that Chris
simply had no other option.

"W-where's home?" Chris asked, stalling for time as his mind raced.

"In big desert." The Hulk answered as he took a step closer to Chris.

Chris pack-peddled keeping his distance from the advancing brute.

"Hulk not leave muscle-boy alone here." The Hulk said, his voice rising with annoyance once
more as Chris tried to avoid him.

"Umm, c-can I go get by gym-bag first" Chris requested. He pointed back toward the clearing.

The Hulk eyed him suspiciously. "Hulk will take you to bag. Then Hulk will take muscle-boy
back to big desert."

The Hulk effortlessly swept Chris off the forest floor and held him with one big arm behind the
boys knees while the other arm cradled Chris's torso. In a rush of acceleration that took Chris's
breath away with the power and unexpectedness of it, the Hulk launched them both into the sky
with a single leap.

Chris felt himself go quickly from the initial heavy sensation brought on by the Hulk's mighty
leap to an exact opposite feeling of weightlessness as they came to the peak of the jump's
trajectory and began falling back to earth.

They landed with a jarring thud as the Hulk's legs - larger, more thickly muscled and more
powerful than those of a bull elephant - absorbed most of the energy of the impact.

For a moment the Hulk stood, holding Chris as he surveyed the clearing for signs of anyone else.

Chris found himself comparing the Hulk's deeply muscled chest to the brawn of his own newly
acquired muscles as he waited for the brute so set him down. The boy's chest was side by side
with the Hulk's and though the Hulk was clearly bigger, Chris couldn't help but noticed that his
pecs were now spanning a width that was almost in the same league.

The Hulk released Chris's legs, letting them swing to the ground then set the boy on his feet.

"Now muscle-boy can get bag and come with Hulk." The Hulk said, sounding impatient.

Chris moved to retrieve his duffle-bag as slowly as he thought he could get away with. His mind
raced as he tried to think of a way to escape.

The Hulk didn't seem like the brightest guy around. Chris supposed that when you were built
like the Hulk you didn't have to be. But he wondered if he might be able to convince the Hulk
to give up on the idea of taking him along.

Chris turned away from the where the duffle lay on the ground to face the waiting Hulk. "Uh,
look, Hulk. I really don't think I want to go with you."

The Hulk's brutish brow furrowed. "But Hulk has to protect muscle-boy."

Chris wondered where the Hulk got the idea that he needed protection and from whom, but the
line of reasoning gave him an idea.

"Yeah, well um - thanks for the offer, Hulk. But you said it yourself," Chris straightened to his
full height and squared his new, better-than-Olympia-class shoulders. "Muscle-boy is strong,
right? I can protect myself."

Chris squeezed his right hand into a fist with nervous anxiety as he waited for the Hulk's reply.
The movement peripherally caused the boy's right pec to bunch up in a sympathetic reflex. His
Maulers tank top could no longer accommodate such a size increase. The collar seam popped
and the shirt tore down the middle revealing the young man's broad and deeply muscled torso.

The already confused expression on the Hulk's face intensified and he cocked his massive head
to one side and stared at the bulging muscles of Chris's now almost fully exposed body.

Chris grinned and tore away the remnants of his shirt. "See what I mean."

Chris felt so incredibly powerful now. "Heck, I feel like I could take on every one of those guys
at the football tryouts at once now, or take out an entire army or...or..." ?Take on the Hulk?'
Chris choked off that last example before saying it aloud. He trailed off, intrigued by the irony
of how that example had just randomly come to him. Chris sized up the green behemoth before
him. The legendarily powerful brute was still a good two feet taller than Chris, as the boy didn't
seem to be growing in height at all.

It was true that Chris felt and looked superhumanly powerful now, but what he was
contemplating seemed insane - that he might actually pose a challenge to the Hulk!? Apart from
massive muscles, the Hulk looked to have a skeleton that was just as inhumanly thick and dense.
One of the Hulk's wrists alone was almost half as thick as Chris's waist, which was the only
other thing besides the boys height that had remained nearly unchanged.

The Hulk was simply massive. The living equivalent of an Abram's tank. But then, of course,
the Hulk could crush such a tank like a tin can. Chris quickly put any thought of tackling the
Hulk out of his mind.

"I-I guess what I mean is..." Chris continued and begin to slowly, cautiously back away from the
Hulk along the trail that ran through the clearing. "...I'll be fine on my own...really."

The Hulk began to growl again as Chris backed away more quickly. When the giant started to
stride after him, the boy turned and ran.

Chris's arms and legs pumped powerfully, accelerating him to an exhilarating speed. He was
near the opposite side of the wooded area in no time and beginning to think he'd finally shaken
the Hulk.

But he wasn't so lucky.

Again, the Hulk crashed to the ground from another of his spectacular leaps, this time, directly in
Chris's path.

Having almost no time ro react, the boy collided with the Hulk full tilt. Chris felt himself slam
into the Hulk. It brought him to an instant, teeth-rattling halt. He saw stars and the breath was
knocked out of him. Chris took a couple of staggering steps backward and then simply sat down
hard on his backside in an attempt to keep from actually falling down from the dizziness
imposed by the collision.

He shook his head then looked around, waiting for his vision to refocus. After a few moments,
he could see more or less clearly again.

There was no sign of the Hulk.

Chris clambered to his feet looking all around for his huge green pursuer. Had the Hulk decided
he wasn't worth it after all or had he maybe finally taken Chris at his word and decided that the
boy didn't need the Hulk's protection?

Then Chris noticed a large mature oak tree further along the path in front of him. On one side of
the trees ancient, enormous trunk, a huge chunk the size of a Volkswagon had been blasted out
of the living wood. The tree was groaning slightly as if its weight was still in the process of
being redistributed along its compromised trunk.

Looking beyond the massive oak, Chris noticed several other trees were missing branches or
were otherwise damaged. The trail of destruction led deeper into the woods off a curve in the
trail.

Chris advanced a few meters into the trees and stopped dead, his mouth gaped open in awe.

The Incredible Hulk lay flat on his back at the end of a shallow gouge in the soft earth of the
forest floor. His head was propped against the base of a steep cliff, which apparently had finally
halted the huge creatures motion. An expression that was a mixture of pain and disorientation
was frozen on the coarse, chiseled features of his face. His thick chin rest on his slowly heaving
pecs.

The Hulk was out cold.

Chris lurched backward in amazement, he stumbled a bit then turned around and moved
unsteadily back to the trail. His mind reeled as he struggled to process what had just happened.

Chris halted in his tracks as a strange sensation surged through him. It was hard to describe the
feeling. It was as though a huge freight train had reached its destination and coasted to a stop.
Instinctively, the boy new the mutation that was imbuing his body with exceptional size and
strength had fully manifested itself and he had just stopped growing.

A few meters away on the path, another of those sculptures loomed to one side. This one was an
obvious homage to the Monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. However, instead of being
uniformly black, this great metallic rectangle was finished in highly polished chrome. It had a
near-perfectly reflective surface.

Chris moved slowly to stand before it. What it showed him boggled his already overwhelmed
brain.

He was monstrous. He was beautiful. His image was at once terrifyingly powerful and
mesmerizingly attractive. Even the muscles in his youthful face were powerfully developed,
rendering him brutally, masculinely handsome. He struggled to imagine how someone else
might perceive him now. He turned his head slightly from side to side as he examined the strong
features of his face. He stood tall and scowled experimentally and was sure that anyone who
was the subject of such a look from him would have fled at the sight. He smiled broadly and
was equally sure that the sight of it would have set hearts fluttering and knees wobbling.

He stepped back a couple of paces to more fully take in his bodies reflection.

His mind struggled to make sense of what he saw. If he considered just his biceps or say, one of
his bulging calves that jutted out on either side of his shin like halves of a great lopsided
pumpkin, his mind balked; too big. Too big to be human. But when he considered those
individual muscles in relation to his new body as a whole, the thought that came to mind was;
perfect...just right.

Unlike the Hulk, whose thick, squat overall physique conveyed one thing: unstoppable, brute
strength. Chris's massively muscled frame had a symmetry and a flow that manifested a
perfection of form...as well as projecting matchless power. Chris moved a hand to explore the
undulating ridges along his stomach. As he did so he noticed that his chest responded to the
motion by bunching up thicker and higher on his torso. The motion was intriguing to him. He
relaxed his arms and concentrated. With some trial and error, he was soon able to cause his
thick, heavy pecs to move independently. Soon he'd figured out how to tighten and bounce his
powerful chest just like those bodybuilders he'd used to idolize. It was strange and so different
from the bony collection of visible ribs that used to comprise his torso. It was almost like having
a whole other set of appendages to learn how to control.

Chris stuck one of his legs out before him so that he could both check out his reflection and look
down and observe it directly. His thigh had the girth of an oak barrel and massive quadriceps
and hamstrings simultaneously interlocked in tight, powerful cooperation and separated sharply
as though they didn't want to touch each other or even share the same leg.

His calves were round and full as large caliber cannon shot or tightly angular and diamond
shaped, depending on how much he flexed his foot at the ankle.

His phenomenally massive muscles displayed surprisingly little vascularity. Everything; his
pecs, his biceps, delts, quads, lats - were full, round, huge and smooth. His skin glowed as it
tightly covered his muscular body, The overall effect invited comparisons to unyielding metals
like polished steel or unblemished forged iron. Even his gleaming hair had the look of
burnished copper.

Chris tore his attention from his reflection and glanced in the direction of the Hulk. Could it be
true? In the space of half an hour, could he have gone from being helplessly manhandled by
what he thought was a scrawny, homeless guy to having the muscle to not only survive an impact
with the Incredible Hulk, but to leave the Hulk sprawled insensate on the ground afterward.

It didn't seem possible to Chris. Until he returned his attention to his reflection once more. He
tentatively raised his right arm, he swallowed nervously, then flexed his biceps. His arm
instantly expanded in a way that was reminiscent of the kind of flaring mushroom-cloud that
followed a nuclear detonation, and seemed to pulse with as much power.

"Yeah!" The boy whooped, nodding with approval. "Seems possible now!" The Hulk had
nothing on Chris. Even though he was two feet shorter than the emerald giant, his muscles were
easily as impressive.

Chris smiled. "I look like nothing in the world could stop me." Once again he turned back
toward the direction of the fallen Hulk. "Well, there's one way to find out." He said, still a little
nervous about the course of action taking shape in his mind.

[Mad Dog]

Great story you have, but too bad Chris is already done growing... :3

[ieny24]

Loved it! Very nicely written. Hoping there's more coming....