By WBHunk 
5 parts
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Part 1

I suppose I ought to introduce myself, although with what I've become, I guess it doesn't make any difference. I've been used to not having an identity since day one, though. I was found on the doorstep of a ranch house one snowy day, wrapped in a blanket and placed in a tiny basket, just another nameless kid dropped and dumped. Charlie and Nancy Reming were good enough to give me a home and a future.

I was raised a cowboy, just like old Charlie. Nancy died when I was four, and he never married again, unless you count Miss Jackie Daniels. I've been on a horse since I was three and never missed a day of work since. Went to school as long as I had to, and went to college out in the West Texas sagebrush with a bunch of ornery cows and horses for profs. It's not an easy life, but if you’ve never known different, you don't care much anyway. Charlie died the day after I turned eighteen; when I settled up the bills, all I had left were a truck, trailer, and horses enough to fill it. Went to rodeoing, but when my luck turned sour, I figured it was either settle or starve. I drifted into New Mexico and caught a job managing a ranch for an owner in Taos…at least that's where my checks came from, since I never actually saw him. Just me, 100 cows, and 1000 acres. I ate when I was hungry, slept when I could, and did what I had to to keep going.

About March was when the stranger drifted to my door. I had just finished spring roundup and was as gant as desert grass when he came up to the bunkhouse and asked for some food for work. Sounded a lot smarter than the average desert trash, but I could’ve cared less about brains as long as he could drive a fencepost. So, in exchange for some old cow meat and all the beans he could handle, I got a hired hand. He and I went to work right away fixing the old cross fence, keeping the windmills running, and every chore that came up. You work without a shirt a lot in 105-degree weather, and it didn't take much looking to figure out he was checking me out every time I stripped and got some stock tank water on my chest. I'm proud of my 200-pound hairy body, and as long as he stayed in his house, I didn't care what he thought. I knew what he was doing at night, especially when he thought he was sneaking out. He'd try to leave all quiet-like, get a horse, and head to the way-back pasture, hard by that old abandoned Army base, just sit on a rock, and look down at the burned-out bunkers and cratered ground. I followed him twice, but after that I figured he could lose sleep—not me. Nothing to see out there anyway. Locals said it was a big base back in the “70s, but then one day, everyone just up and left. There were rumors that some experiment had gone bad, but nobody knew for sure and I wasn't wasting time figuring it out.

About July, he started leaving more often at night and getting less done day by day. Finally I got sick of it, laid in wait, and cussed him out good when he was coming back at dawn, telling him that he could work or get his ass off this place. I could tell he was thinking for the rest of the day. At noon, when I pulled off my shirt and sat under the only shade tree for miles, he stayed out in the sun, but he gave me a look like a hungry coyote eyeing the calves. That night, he came over to my cabin and said we had to talk. I sat down on the steps—and the bastard sat right down next to me and started rubbing my shirt. I took his hand off and told him in no uncertain terms to go back to his place. He got this funny look in his eye and put his hand down to my business end. I shoved him back quick and told him if he did that one more time, he'd find out just how mean I could be. He kind of giggled and touched me again. Ten feet of rolling later, he managed to stop swirling up the dust on the ground. Two steps later, I had him picked up by the collar and putting his 5—5 on a level with my 5—10…and then…..

His eyes turned green—I mean, grass in the springtime, glowing GREEN. I was so surprised, I dropped him…and he was still looking me in the eye…and then DOWN at me. I took one step back and stared as his shirt tightened, what little muscle he had magnified and growing like snakes under the cloth, seams bursting left and right as his arms blew open his sleeves. His hands expanded even as his shirt front tore apart, two massive pecs like the Rocky Mountains shooting out almost into my face, two huge nips like granite upthrusts. The fragments of his boot leather stung my shins as his boots tore apart, massive feet blasting through like cattle in a gate, the old pair of Levis he was wearing shredding as his legs surged free, his ass and thighs blowing up like some obscene balloon, corded and covered with muscle. I turned on my boot heels, but even as I did, his gigantic hands shot out, holding me helpless in an iron grip, turning me around to face him. I stuttered incoherently as he smiled at me, his teeth brilliant white against a emerald background, his face twisted and distorted, but immensely manly. I felt something solid between my legs, me straddling it like a fence rail. He held me tight, even as I fought him, arms pinned helplessly to my side, and spoke with the rumble of a mountain thunderstorm…..

“Hulk want pleasure”.

I looked down..and saw I was astride a massive cock…nearly two feet long and solid as oilfield pipe. His two balls, the size of basketballs, sat just at my knees, crashing against them like stone. With one finger he opened my jeans and, leaning over, kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. I wanted to slug him as hard as I could, just get away, whatever, but as his tongue worked its way into my mouth, I felt myself getting dizzy. My own cock surged to life between my legs, pain shooting through my groin as it rammed into his rock-hard abs. He looked down, smiled, and raised me crotch level to his lips. With one quick huff, he sucked it into my mouth and worked it like a rope, tongue wrapping completely around it and pulling it dry. Almost without warning, I shot my load down his throat. He brought me down to his eye level and smiled.

“Hulk like. Do to Hulk” and set me down in front of his manliness. I hesitated..and he grabbed my head between two fingers, used his other hand to open my mouth, and shoved it on in. I gagged, blood coming off my lips as his steel cock forced its way down, swallowing his cock just past the head, his body pumping against mine. I knew I was going to die, but even in my pain, I wanted this. I fought and grabbed his cock, wrapping whatever I could around it, using my throat muscles to work his head. I felt the ground shake as he moaned with pleasure, a sudden hum from his balls, audible like locusts in summer. I felt the rumble as his cock stiffened, the mighty river of cum about to break loose. I braced myself and let my mind go dark as he shot load after load into me, cum foaming out my mouth, glowing green, dripping all over me, distending my stomach. I screamed in pain as my internal organs ruptured from the pressure, the sound only coming out as red bubbles against the green as his cock surged and jerked, filling my throat, swinging me around in a jerky sex dance. Finally finishing, he pulled me off his cock and lay my swollen body on the ground. He kissed me gently, my blood staining his green lips, caressed me gently, and with one leap was away.

I knew I had to get up, and somehow I did, crawling on my swollen belly to the house, the stars dancing crazily through the red haze that was clouding my vision. I got inside, slamming the door behind me, and forcing myself to my feet. The reflection from the door mirror almost made me pass out—body swollen, bruised, blood from my lips and nose. I pulled myself up on a chair and stood up, looked over one more time, and kissed the world goodbye, blood pooling on the floor at my feet.

And then it stopped.

I looked over at the mirror and my jaw dropped. The cuts and bruises were shrinking miraculously even as I stared, my vision refocusing, my body impossibly regenerating its energy. My belly, distended with internal bleeding, shrank back even as I watched. I remember thinking I had to call some kind of authorities, and started toward the phone, but then….I felt this burning sensation on my cock. I reached down to stroke it, and almost yelled with joy at the sensation. I tried again…then more, each stroke a surge of ecstasy. I felt a sudden energy course through my body, my cock stiffening, incredibly tense, pushing against my Wranglers like it never had before, my balls cramped tightly in my crotch. With a sudden tear like a rifle shot, my cock tore through the front of my jeans, pushing out, growing impossibly longer….and GREEN like the desert after rain. I reached down…and my hands were enlarging, becoming more massive with every second, veiny, muscular…..I reached down and stroked my cock harder, feeling my whole body stiffen, my feet blasting from my boots, enormous, green, my shirt first confining, then straining, then exploding into dust as my pecs expanded outwards, impossibly huge, my lats flaring like an enormous green satellite dish, the floor falling away. My jeans stiffened, then blew open along the seams, my hard calves becoming huge muscle bulls, my thighs like redwood trees covered in steel cable. I looked in the mirror and screamed in pleasure as I hit a most muscular, my massive chest inflating and blowing out the back wall of the house with the sonic impact of my subhuman growl, my chest hair thickening and greening, my bush now a dense forest of green man-fur. I stroked every inch of my new body, keening in pleasure, glass shattering, the horses whinnying in fear and scattering outside as I stomped around, the buildings collapsing under the impact of my footfalls. I went back to my cock, one hand on it, the other fisting my beautiful green bubble butt, feeling the pressure build, holding it back…and then releasing it in a FOOM! Of green spray, blowing through everything in its path, carving a canyon in the sun- baked soil, a river of glowing green jizz. Even as the pressure subsided, I could feel my mind clouding, knowing I had to do it again.

Part 2

I stood there huffing, the sounds like a distant thunderclap, as I watched my now-massive pecs move up and down, nipples erect and rock-hard. Fragments of moonlight reflecting from what were my windows illuminated the sheen of sweat glistening over my emerald body, smooth parts like a statue of jade, hairy like a foreboding forest. My enormous cock throbbed, blood audibly gushing into it, stiffening and erecting as the sights of my superhuman body. I reached down to stroke it, but suddenly a deep electric charge seemed to come up from the very bottom of my soul and I felt the words pass my lips…..”Hulk want ass”.

Without another thought, I walked out of the ruined house, green toes ripping grooves in the concrete slab wherever I stepped, my hands reaching forward to tear the wall, then a tree, then the barn, and then the pipe fence apart like cardboard. I paused in front of my pickup, my mind suddenly fighting, saying no, you can't do this, you mustn't, think of what you did for this——then that rumble from deep in my soul, a roar that shook rockfall off a nearby cliff, and the sparks flying as I reached for it, fingers digging deep into the body metal, crumpling and shredding the truck into a ball of aluminum foil. As if commanded by some distant puppeteer, I leaped once, landed, and instantly took off in mile-long leaps, the desert sand melting to glass each time my feet touched it, the BOOM of each landing echoing over miles, the shock wave shattering the nearby outcrops of granite. And then, in what seemed like seconds, there was another ranch house.

I stood there looking at it, about three hundred feet away, steam rising from the ground below me where my red-hot feet were burning the moisture out of the soil. The door slammed, and I saw a man come out, looking around warily, a rifle in his hand. A dim light shot through my clouded mind—this was Tim, the cowboy who ran the Bar S twenty miles from my place—and then the curtain of pure sex lust slammed down again—….”Hulk want ass”.

Tim whirled at the rumble of my voice, rifle coming up to the ready, the stink of apprehension strong in the air around him. He started to step forward, covering his every step, eyes searching the chilling night for a sign. Without even thinking, I leaped again and landed twenty feet from him, a pittance for my tree-trunk thighs. His eyes widened and in a rush of fear, he raised his rifle and shot wildly.

The sound of the blasts echoed across the canyon below, only to be followed by the quiet plink of four flattened slugs falling away from my jade abs. Tim's eyes widened in fear; he lunged for his hip knife and swung with all his fear-driven strength. The same instant as the blade shattered against my granite quads my ham-sized hands reached out and grabbed him, lifting him off his feet to my eye level. He writhed like a caught snake, but he couldn't get out of my iron grip. I held him close, watching the wild light of fear burn in his eyes like a prairie fire; then I brought him close to my lips and kissed him long. I felt his resistance at first, frantic, unthinking….then a sudden calming, then an active kissing back, his puny lips bloodying and bruising themselves against my unyielding stone mouth.

Gently I lowered him to the ground and stared down at him. His eyes still burned, but this time with something else…..pure unadulterated desire. He looked at my massive cock and began to drool, hands reaching for it blindly, then hugging it, caressing it, pressing his whole chest against its incredible length. I laid back on the ground, rocks crunching into dust as I lowered my 600-pound diamond body on them. Tim crawled all over my body, feeling every crack, every striation with an almost frenzied lust. Easily I moved him from side to side and up and down, riding my cock like a fine horse, massaging his back in the ropes of one of my quads, letting him climb the mountain of my chest, then slide down to my sweet lips where he always thanked me with a kiss. I moaned with pleasure, a deep rumble that made Tim even more excited as if he was playing with the earth itself.

I felt the stirrings in my cock as he slid over me, burning, twitching, the head flaring obscenely with anticipation, wanting some of his sweet ass. I knew on some level though, if I fucked him, I'd kill him. My cock quivered in frustration as I fought for control. My Hulk-soul roared from deep within me again, as my resolve began to shatter before an overwhelming wave of lust. Suddenly, though, a thought pierced my clouded mind like an arrow shaft. I quickly grabbed him between two fingers and placed him at my chest. “Suck Hulk,” I rumbled, pointing at my nips. Instantly he latched on and began to suck. My pecs quivered as he pulled on them, a muted gurgle of surprise coming from his lips as they were suddenly filled with muscle cream. He paused, gagging on the strong taste of man….then relatching on and sucking like his only future lay at my chest. After a minute of sucking non-stop, he passed out. I laid him on the ground….and then watched with pleasure as his eyes flicked open…..bright emerald green. He eased to his feet, body inflating like the Goodyear blimp, then hardening like mud in the sun, muscles exploding from every point, shooting upward to near my 8 feet, voice deepening as he roared his pleasure, cock shooting out like a New Year's noisemaker, fur sprouting and deepening on his expanding chest, fat evaporating to reveal hard ropy muscles everywhere. He reached out with arms now steel cables of green muscle, enveloping me in a hug that could crush rocks as he forced his lips against mine, our tongues fighting each other in a sweet battle of ecstasy. He locked his knees and fell over backwards, bringing our entwined bodies to the earth with a THOOM! that opened cracks in the sun-baked earth around us. My cock fought forward even as he brought his legs up, seeking the entrance to his sweet pleasure ass, my thighs contracting and knees digging trenches into the ground as I slammed his green ass over and over again, then blindly pulling out and shooting my cum skyward in great green glowing arcs over 50 feet high, hanging the mesquite with deranged Saint Patrick's decorations. I felt him come up behind me and then the electric charge as his green cock popped into my pleasure hole, head expanding, my ass milking his cock like the tits on an old cow, then feeling the sweet charge of his cum exploding up into me. The moon sunk deeper into the horizon, the hills illuminated by the fire of the house, his car, and then the barn, all destroyed in the wild animal lovemaking that continued unabated.

Part 3

The burning sunrise of a desert morning suddenly lanced across the mountains on the horizon, opening my eyelids involuntarily. I propped myself up on both elbows, looking down at my chest—and noticing with a start that it was no longer green. Disbelievingly, I sat up and looked at my hands, my feet, my cock—all back to normal tan. Were my feet farther away? I looked a little closer—and there were some definite changes. My abs were just a bit more visible, my quads a little better defined. I looked down and flexed my bicep, which flared up more than it had before, my ropy triceps pulsing as I straightened my arm. Suddenly remembering Tim, I looked over—and started again.

Tim was back to his normal sallow complexion. But there was a lot more of it—flaring pecs, upper arms ham-sized and cut, forearms roped with muscle, a definite muscle gut, nice wide legs—and a definite size improvement on the business implements I dimly remembered from the night before. Why had he grown so much when I hadn't? As I sat there staring at him, his eyes flicked open and he sat up, looking around fuzzily and then coming awake with an almost audible jerk. “Jesus! What happened to the place!” he said, taking in the smoldering remains of his house, the car, and the barn.

“You don't remember?” I said, almost dumbfounded.

“Remember what?” he said, looking at me like I'd just fallen off the turnip truck. “Last I remember I came outside “cause I'd heard a noise. Then I wake up and I'm laying on the ground stark naked with another naked guy and watching everything burn. What should I remember?”

Very good question, I thought. Quickly my eyes cast about—and saw the shattered remains of the propane tank. “The gas explosion,” I said, careful not to meet his eyes. “The propane tank blew up and I found you unconscious. The fire was so hot that it was singing our clothes, so I stripped both of us and soaked them in the water tank to keep us cool.” Let's see if that works.

“Thanks,” he said, looking at me suspiciously. “But how did you know, and how did you get here so fast?”

Rats. I'd forgotten that we were twenty miles away with no road. “The same thing happened at my place,” I said, improvising as fast as I could think. Explanation, explanation! “Maybe it was that developer that wanted to build a resort community out this way and the owners wouldn't sell.” I felt my cheeks flare hot—hopefully Tim would think it was just the sun. “He probably hired some goons to blow it up. I was outside and wasn't hurt, so I hopped on a horse and headed this way.”

“Damn developers,—Tim said, eyes flashing with rage. “God, what I would do—….” He started hopping up and down, flaming mad. I watched him closely, a sudden thought crossing my head. “We’ve got to report this to the sheriff,” I said. “Why don't you head over to my place—you can stay in the spare bunkhouse.” Which my hired hand had used. “I'll head into the county seat and report this. Then—”—I grinned—“it was time to take my vacation anyway. My cattle can take care of themselves until I get back.”

If I get back. “Sounds good,—Tim said, visibly relaxing. “I'll take care of the place while you're gone. But, have you forgotten about our clothes—or lack of them?”

Six minutes later, I was on Tim's paint gelding, wearing the latest in saddle blanket ponchos and sitting on a folded piece of foam. Thank goodness the tack shed had survived. I kicked up into a high lope, headed for the short pass into town, my mind working as fast as Cacahuete was running. My hired hand had changed when I slugged him. Tim had been a lot madder than that, and he hadn't changed. But he had gotten healthily bigger. What was the catalyst for this? When would he change? Would I ever change again? Questions take a lot of time to think about, especially when you don't know the answers. The sun was sinking low into the sky as we crossed the pass and looked down into the valley where the little town that was the county seat was located. I eased Cacahuete down the steep slope, making certain to avoid the lights that were winking on as we snuck down the back alleys—no use getting arrested for public indecency when you're heading to the police station anyway. I tied the horse to the hitching rail out front, tried vainly to make sure the itchy wool was covering everything, and furtively slunk up the steps and into the hoosgaw.

Thank heaven Sheriff Jackson knew me pretty well. “Sounds kind of suspicious, Tommy,” he boomed from the deep well of his ample gut. “We sure “nuff better go out and inspect the place. But I'm going to be busy—mind if my new deputy goes instead? We'll send you out in the four-by-four and get you there a lot quicker. And let me get you some clothes, for gosh's sake!”

“No problem,” I said, relieved that he'd more or less bought the story. After a quick raid of the lost-and found, I was more or less decently-attired—thank goodness that almost everyone in the county wore Wranglers and boots. I took my horse out to the little stable in back, made sure he was set, and then came around front. The county truck came around the corner and I in I hopped.

“Hi,” said the voice from the darkness across the seat. I looked over and saw a good-looking twentyish fellow, skinny, but pleasant-sounding and clean-cut. His boyish voice stirred a little spark in my insides that I'd never felt before. “I'm Deputy Stevens. Sheriff Jackson told me all about what happened. Hope we can get to the bottom of this,” he grinned. Immediately I quashed a very strong thought that came up from my groin. What in the hell was I thinking?

The ride out to the Bar S seemed to take longer in the truck than it did on the horse. Deputy Stevens tried a few conversational openings, but after a few of my strangled one-word answers, my thoughts obviously focusing anywhere but on him, he decided I was tired and kept quiet. I stared out the window at the rocks and sagebrush flashing by, my mind a jumble of impressions dominated by the very clear conviction that I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer. Suddenly the stink of burnt building came from the dashboard vents, snapping me back to reality. I jumped out of the truck as soon as we came to a stop, trying to keep my mind anywhere but on the lanky form getting out of the driver's side.

“Man alive. Talk about a mess!” came the deputy's voice. I looked over unconsciously and immediately snapped my eyes front and center as just the fragment of his body I saw in the dim starlight sent an electric charge through my cock. I felt my control slipping away by the second. “So where do you think they placed the bomb?” he said brightly, jogging over to where I was admiring what remained of a mesquite bush.

“Right here,” I said instantly, my voice deepening. I whirled around, the last vestige of my self- control melting like sugar in a fire. “Would you like to see it?” I rumbled, as I felt that sweet burning sensation again in my cock.

“Sure. Where…..” he suddenly trailed off, eyes widening as he looked into my eyes.

“Here it is!” I roared, as my cock tore through my zipper, beautiful and turning greener by the second, fragments of shrapnel shooting from my groin and embedding themselves in the blackened trees. His eyes widened in fear as I reached out and grabbed him, hands and arms growing exponentially, muscle ripping through the borrowed shirt, pecs exploding out a glowing emerald in the dark. His boots lifted off the ground as my legs grew like a time-lapse of a tree, the last fragments of my pants swirling around my massive jade feet as my body tore loose of all constraints, solid muscle everywhere, chiseled, rock-hard, and incredibly green. “Hulk da bomb,” I rumbled, running a massive finger up and down his skinny body as he fought my one hand gripping him. I took his gun from his holster, stuck it in my mouth, and chewed it to bits, metal screaming as my ivory teeth tore it apart. “Taste good,” I rumbled, swallowing it with a gulp, then emitting a massive burp that shook the trees.

Every part of my body tingled. This was what I wanted, what I had always desired to be. I felt the sex lust fill me again, but this time slightly tempered. Tenderly I peeled him of his clothes, laying them aside in a neat pile. Then I brought him up to my lips and kissed him, feeling my man-saliva work its sex power again as he went from fighting resistance to desperate sucking. I set him back down on the ground and hit pose after pose for him, watching the drooling expression of ecstasy cross his face as I showed him every contour of my massive body. I let him feel me all around, hugging my basket-balls to his chest, swinging himself deleriously around my tree-trunk thighs, fisting me with his arm, doing chinups on my flexed biceps, his fingers vainly trying to dig into my green armor skin. I looked down at his skinny smooth body—I knew exactly how to fix that. I squeezed my nip with one finger, guiding his face towards it with the other. Green muscle cream shot out, bathing his head and body in its glowing power. I watched his body grow and expand, my cock stiffening as I saw my man-cream shape and sculpt this twig of a man into a green tower of pure virility, filling out his frame with layer upon layer of green muscle, a jade Michelangelo's “David”, balanced, proportioned, perfect for pleasure, and topped with a fine fuzz of green hair. I brought him to me, my cock stiffening and driving into his pleasure ass, as our lips met and our muscle bods pushed against each other, sparks flying from the points of contact. I thrust him up and down my cock, his ass obediently working my head over and over again, until I felt that sweet rumble, pulled out, and shot a laser beam of cum through six trees, digging deep into the ground as its trajectory fell. I swung him around and let him ride me, his legs kicking my sides as he thrusted, my ass returning his favor, until I felt that sweet hot load of Hulk-cum fill my ass again. Over and over we played, sucking, thrusting, pushing, fisting, anything-ing, spending that inexhaustible superhuman lust that filled our bodies to the brim and drove us to the ultimate ends of passion.

The heartless sun woke me again. I looked over and saw Deputy Stevens sleeping peacefully, his clothes neatly stacked and folded next to him, at least forty pounds of new muscle and wispy hair adorning his swimmer's frame. Quietly I got up, tiptoed to the tack shed, and set out again, riding a borrowed horse in a borrowed set of clothes to a future that held who knows what.

Part 4

I rode away from what remained of the Bar S barely noticing the terrain around me, my mind a swirl of conflicting emotions and activities. The horse's hoofbeats sounded a clanking obbligato to the whirlwind in my head. Jeez, what if they follow me, I suddenly thought. I have no idea what could happen if…if… Instantly I swung off the horse and cracked him in the tail with the reins, dodging the kick that headed my way, and watched as he took off back to the barn. I got down on all fours, crawled to a nearby ledge, and rolled around in the sand, wincing as the rock edges dug into my skin. Good-a little blood would make it more convincing. Quickly I took off my shirt and tore it to shreds, being sure to scatter pieces across the whole area. Great, I thought. When the horse gets back, they'll think I got bucked off, then come looking. And what they'll find will look like the coyotes got here first. I climbed up on the rock ledge where I knew I couldn't be tracked and headed across the barren desert.

Around noon, I had to stop-the sun was just too intense. I crawled down the ledge and into a little cave. Sitting just inside the mouth, I laid down on the cool rock, letting it pull the heat out of my dehydrated body. I tried to think of the last time I had eaten, my stomach roiling as I thought of what it probably had been. What in the hell had happened to me? I had been just as anti-queer as the next guy, and here I'd become some kind of sex monster that had fucked two guys and destroyed two ranchsteads.

And then I heard the buzz right next to my hand. I looked over and saw a desert rattlesnake, the kind that we always carried a pistol for so that we could greet them properly. He wasn't too close-I could move away and get him with a rock. Then again, why not let him bite me-get this whole mess over with? Nobody would have to know, and I'd never do again…what I had DONE, my conscience screamed. Just let him get closer and take a good bite. Nothing to it.

“No!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the cave, as I jumped up. Charlie didn't raise me to be a quitter and I wasn't going to start now. I feinted sideways as the rattler struck, bringing one boot heel down behind his head and the other on top of it. The decapitated snake writhed in agony, finally falling down off the ledge and rolling down the hillside in a weird dance of death.

I leaned against the cave wall, my hands shaking as I caught my breath. No matter how bad it seems, I thought, I can take this. There's got to be some explanation, some kind of cure…somewhere. Suddenly it hit me like a bolt from the blue. I didn't WANT to be cured! I remembered the sheer power, the absolute ecstasy and joy that I had felt as the Hulk. I could never give that up, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, and I wanted it bad. I was what I was, and I could accept that.

I swooned dizzily, the world suddenly doubling, then twisting in front of my eyes. I felt a sudden surge of heat throughout my whole body. I must be getting dehydrated, I thought. Better find some water quick. I stepped a bit farther into the cave, listening for both the telltale buzz of another snake and the dripping of any little springs that were there. I stared into the blackness, almost swearing I saw the glint of metal. As I moved closer, it took on a definite shape and outline…almost like a door, I thought. I reached out in front of me, jumping back in surprise as my fingers touched what definitely felt like a handle. I grabbed onto it and pulled.

With a creak of rusty hinges and a shower of dust, the door opened, revealing a hallway that instantly lit up as I looked down it. This must be one of the installations of the old Army base, I thought. If the lights are still working, the water system might be too. I walked down the hallway into a main corridor, the sounds of my footsteps echoing through the empty gray tunnel. Suddenly I heard a second echo of footsteps ahead of me. Ducking into a little alcove, I flattened myself against the wall and waited. I heard the footsteps turn down my way, then pass me and continue on. Taking off my boots, I crept behind them, following through each turn of the labyrinth. I heard a door open ahead of me and the footsteps fade. Creeping along the wall, I moved forward until I found the doorway. Cautiously I looked around to the inside. A man was in there, his back to me as he paced frantically in front of the biggest computer I had ever seen. Might as well get this over with, I thought. With a dramatic leap, I went through the doorway, the man whirling as my feet crashed to the floor.

“What in the hell!” I yelled as I recognized his face. It was my hired hand!

“Wh-what are you doing here?” he squeaked, trembling as I stepped forward, quashing my immediate instinct to slam him to the floor.

“I want some answers,” I said.

“L-look, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to, I just couldn't…”

“It's OK,” I said, forcing a smile onto my face. He relaxed almost instantly. Good, I thought- losing my temper with him was what got me here in the first place. “I want to know what's happened to me.”

“What do you mean?” he said, looking at me. His brow wrinkled as he studied me up and down…then he took a very quick step back, just like a scared colt. “Y-you don't m ean…that…”

“Yes,” I said, puzzled. “How did you know?”

With a shaking arm, he pointed to a mirror on the back wall. I turned, saw my reflection, and gasped. I was at least three inches taller, but that was beside the point. My muscles were thick and defined unlike they'd ever been before, pecs full and rounded with grape-sized nips showing through a gap in a thick bush of brown fur. Brown? I looked at my hair, noticing for the first time that it had changed color. My eyes had gone from gray-blue to a deep, intense green. My biceps were mountains of hard granite that made the Rockies look flat. My leg muscles were clearly defined even through my Wranglers, the waist drooping and the cuffs straining over the muscled bulls above my ankles. A full, tight muscle gut, solid as a brick wall, rode over a zipper-stretching basket, my balls pushing down against the denim of my crotch. “What the…,” I said wonderingly, hitting pose after pose just to watch my muscles pop out and bulge, veins thick and ropy across my tan skin. My hired hand came up beside me and laid his hand on me, first tenatively, then working his way across my body, running his tongue across my skin and fur, hands working every part of me he could reach, worshiping this muscle god before him. I groaned with pleasure, my hired hand replying back with little keens of lust sound.

“What's happened,” I rumbled, trying to get an answer out of him before I got too e xcited.

“You've….merged,” he said, somehow managing to speak coherently with a mouthful of my gut fur. “The gamma radiation shapes your body to fulfill your innermost desires. In your case,”—he gasped for air—“you've accepted what you are, and your body has adapted to it.”

“Does that mean I won't ever….change….again?” I replied, working his back muscles through his lab coat. He looked up at me, that same wicked grin in his eyes. “I don't know,” he replied. “What say we find out?”

He reached down and began to squeeze my package, first slowly, then faster and faster. I felt the burning again, that surge of power beyond any mortal description. He opened the front of my pants, almost drooling as he watched my cock lengthen and thicken, greening as it went. He hugged my legs tightly as my pants tore down the seams, muscle rising majestically out of them and shredding the fabric to tiny bits. He got down on his knees and licked my toes as they popped out of my socks one by one, my feet expanding to size enormous. He watched my chest balloon outward, lats flaring out like massive wings along my neck, my delts churning like lava as they expanded to meet my bulling neck. Almost wonderingly he rode my biceps up, grabbing on and wrapping his arms around them as they expanded into volcanoes of unstoppable power. Swinging himself up, he licked along my ears, then kissed my lips sweetly, admiring the Hulk of his dreams. “You like Hulk?” I rumbled as he buried his face in my massive goatee.

“Oh yes,” he replied breathlessly. “I never knew….it could be so darn sexy!” He worked his way along my body, admiring every crack, having the ultimate muscle worship experience. I knew what I wanted though. I reached down and picked him up, holding him in front of my face. “Hulk want Hulk ass!” I roared, stripping his pants and shoving him onto my cock. He screamed as it tore into him, staring up at me. “No…no….” he said. “I don't want to…I…rrrrrrrr,” his voice changing as his eyes changed from brown to emerald. I slid him up and down my cock, feeling his glutes fill out and expand, working my steel rod with more and more force. I moaned with pleasure as his green cock stretched upward, growing longer and longer. I lowered my lips and latched on, sucking it as hard as only I could, feeling his body harden, the stings of his shirt buttons and belt blowing off mere flies against my green skin. Tighter and tighter we came together, his chest swelling to meet mine, its jade smoothness rippling with every touch of my green fur. My legs flared, their incredible muscles straining to balance him as his feet grew, smooth green soles reflected in the floor, his quads humming with power as they became massive cables, his hams and calves rock-solid and ultra-defined. I felt his arms wrap around me, biceps exploding and straining against my ribs as he worked himself up and down my cock. “Hulk like!” he roared as I sucked his cock harder and harder, each movement shooting an electric charge of ecstasy through our joined body. I felt the rumble in both our balls, hard enough to shake the room, furniture quivering in anticipation. With a joined scream of power, we climaxed, him shooting gallons and gallons down my throat, me returning it up his ass, a continuous stream, over and over, a never-ending river of incredible cum running through our bodies.

Suddenly I felt a wave of energy through me as I never had before. A new surge of cum poured into my mouth, my massive throat flaring as I went farther down on him, deep-throating him harder and harder. I opened my eyes…and saw pink. Dumbfounded, I watched it work its way down his cock. Quickly I raised him off my cock, holding his massive body up and watching it dwindle second by second, muscles disappearing like ice in the sun, green fading into normal complexion, cock working its way back out of my throat, over my tonsils, and out to my lips. “What happen to Hulk?” I growled.

“I….I don't know,” he said, his eyes opening with a snap and staring at his body. Then at mine. “Look again,” he said, in a tone of wonder.

I looked over at the mirror again. What stared back at me was quite simply a green mountain of muscle beyond description, pecs perfectly shaped and blown, delts like twin peaks of solid granite, biceps the size of a bodybuilder's legs, quads like concrete columns, bucking-bull legs, curves and striations and ripples everywhere, topped off with an achingly-handsome face. A yardstick cock and pumpkin balls completed the whole setup. “Hulk….awesome,” I said, posing again, the thunderclap of my muscles moving across each other echoing through the room, my hands moving down to stroke my massive cock.

“You must have….absorbed… body energies,” he said, staring at me. “I….I'm not the Hulk any more.” He looked up at me, unable to tear his eyes away from my face. And then proceeded to pass out.

“Hulk have world to fuck,” I rumbled. I squatted, my legs coiling like giant gross springs, then exploding in pure muscle power as I leaped, my hands tearing through concrete and solid granite like hot butter. The bright rays of the sun glistened off my skin as I shot up into the sunlight, cracks opening in the solid earth as I touched ground and leaped again, each bound beyond distance, reveling in the pure power that was mine.

Part 5

How long I jumped and crashed didn't matter. Leap after leap, roaring each time I landed, cracks opening where my feet touched, over and over again. Power….sheer raw power, driving me forward. And suddenly—I was there.

I looked around a dank alley, my sweat pooling at my feet as it dripped from my chest, sizzling as it touched my emerald toes. What was I doing here, I thought, my reasoning mind suddenly coming back to me. Almost instantly, I felt the energy ebb away from me, my body melting back to a stunning hunk, suitable for any Colt shoot—and it was wrong. All wrong. I wanted my power back. This wretched puny human form means nothing to me. “I AM THE HULK!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, the echo changing to a roar as the nuclear power tore through my being, muscles rippling and surging, body returning to its incredible sensual form. I rubbed my hands up and down my chest, torturing my furry nips for the pure pleasure. I am Hulk. Puny poor Tom is gone forever.

Hulk knows what Hulk wants. Must hide power. Disguise as human. I laughed as I forced my body to change, my cock reluctantly shrinking, legs and feet returning to normal proportions. Hulk will be sneaky and get his way. First Hulk need clothes. There. That store.

I casually walked in, naked as a jaybird. The bored clerk looked up, furtively hiding his copy of Exercise for Men. “Hey, what the—….”, his voice trailing off as he stared into my eyes.

“Give me clothes,” I rumbled, giving him the posing show of his life. Poor fool. If only he knew… but he isn't worthy of Hulk. Let him keep his pretty-boy fantasies.

“Y-yes sir,” he babbled, tripping over the cords coming out from the counter. I chuckled as I watched him tear around the store, knocking over displays. He approached me, an acolyte to the altar of muscle, an offering of fashion in his outstretched arms.

“Good,” I said contentedly, pulling up the sleek bicycle shorts over my rippling thighs, the tank top giving a full view of my corded lats, my massive arms free to breathe. A fine pair of sandals complemented the two nicely. Green all around. He even has decent taste in colors. “Thank you,” I said, swaggering to the door.

“Uh—sir,” he said, tagging along behind me, his eyes drawn to what little the shorts were hiding of my glute ripple. “You….haven't paid. We take credit cards, checks——”

I whirled to face him. “Or this?”, I said, lifting him up to my face, then driving my sweet throbbing tongue down his throat. I felt his cock rise up as I probed his face, his lips desperately pressed against mine….then a sudden warmth against my chest. I set him down and watched him blush at the sight of his cum-stained pants. Ten seconds. New record. “Goodbye,” I said, casually walking out, tightening my ass with every step. I should have gotten change back for that.

I strolled down the street, enjoying the views of the other pedestrians, hearing the occasional crash behind me as an unsuspecting motorist let my basket get in his eyes. Let “em look. Fuck, I can do as much to them when I'm this puny as I can when….mmmm, I thought, my cock stiffening, its outline plainly visible. Not yet. Must wait. Keep going—and going, and going…..

And I stopped again….then turned to look. I was in a quiet little neighborhood, typical suburban houses everywhere, in front of a nondescript little cottage. What am I doing here, I thought again….then I knew. Without hesitating, I turned and walked up the sidewalk. My fist went up, and I pounded on the door.

“All right….jeez, I'm coming!” said a voice from the other side. I heard the sound of a VCR spitting out a tape, then the rebuckling of pants. I laughed at the sounds. He always does that. Wait a minute….how do I———Hulk knows.

Suddenly, the door swung open. “Well? What is…..what is—what is…..uhhhhhhh”

“Took you long enough,” I said, walking sedately over to the couch. Nice furniture. Needs a maid, but not too bad otherwise. I hope he cooks. Hard worker, judging by all the crap on his desk.

“Who….who are you?” he stammered, coming into the room, standing at the end of the couch, staring me up and down. Not bad. About 5—10 or so, he's seen a gym before….nice short hair, hairy enough…..lots of worry lines. Must be a high-stress position.

“Does it matter?” I said confidently, folding up my legs, then stretching them out, letting the Lycra give him a glimpse of coming attractions. I don't know who the heck he is….but Hulk has to be here. Hulk must be here. Don't ask why.

“I….I guess not,” he whispered. Let's clear him a little room on the couch. There, that's good…..come over, sit down….oh yeah, a little closer. “Why are you here?” he asked wonderingly.

“Why don't you tell me,” I said, drawing closer to him, his face inches from mine, staring into his brownish eyes. I'd like to know too. “C—mon….tell me all about you.”

Forty-five minutes later, we'd gotten through a lot of everything. The job stress, the closet thing, the not-pretty complex—all that good stuff. The words tumbled out of him as I massaged his thighs, laughing at his jokes, enjoying myself immensely. I still have no idea why I'm here, but Hulk really likes this fella. And then….the bombshell.

“What's my favorite fantasy?” he said. Gawd, he's cute when he blushes. “Well….you're probably going to laugh—”

“Try me.” Hulk HAS heard—and seen—everything.

“Well, I've always had this weird dream….about this huge musclebeast…..I feel like I've known him my whole life. It's strange….I call out to him….he comes. And then….somehow….I'm with him—and it's like we're the same. Then….the sheets are always wet when I wake up.” He laughs.

Hulk hear you. Hulk is here. “I'm here,” I rumbled. Now. Show it to him. SHOW IT TO HIM!

“What do you….oh God!” he exclaimed, as my tank top suddenly went tight, the straps of my sandals blowing apart as a river of green cascaded to them by way of my legs. The power….Hulk has power. Hulk IS power! Show him man pecs. Arms grow huge. Flex, roar, give him show. Every fiber full of man-energy. Massive hands. Muscle bulls. Gut of titanium. Ultimate hair. Not even Spandex contain Hulk! Cock free, balls pumping. Feel it. FEEL IT!

He's staring. Show him. Show him everything. His dream. Coming true. Sex beyond sex. Crawling over me, tongue exploring my valleys. Flexing, trapping him in cracks. Massaging his ass with my abs. Holding him between my pecs. Cock. I want his cock. Taking him. Tastes beautiful. Suck him dry. Suck out the puny cum. He collapses on me, his body miniature against mine. No more puny cum. Hulk for you. You for Hulk.

His mouth on my cock. Tongue tickling it. Harder. Harder. Sucking, blowing. Hulk feel it. Hulk like it. Hulk LOVE it! The rumble….the surge. Windows shattering, alarms sounding. Gasp. Gasp. GASP. R OOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

He crawls from me, cum dripping from his lips. He holds his belly. He cries out in pain….then joy. See him. Feet expanding. Shoes destroyed. Now shirt shredding to bits. Biceps exploding outwards, forearms writhing with power. Neck bulling. Pants scream in agony. Snakes on legs. More shredding, more power. Cock bursting free, balls crashing against legs. Hands on cock, kneading with savage joy. He huffs—and huffs….shoulders flaring, head mushrooming….THOOM! Wall destroyed by a shower of glowing green jizz. Gorgeous tight emerald ass heaving as the sensation overwhelms him.

He turns to me, achingly handsome, his dream, my destiny. “Hulk want——Hulk!” he says, voice beyond manly. We clasp….then kiss, cocks rising, twining about each other, glorious gods of green muscle. Looks like Hulk found a new hired hand.

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