Lee becomes something else...

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The morning light crept through the blinds, casting delicate lines across the disheveled bedroom. Lee awoke with a groan, attempting to shake off the lingering haze of sleep that clung to his mind. A peculiar dream lingered, involving a bodybuilder from a local bar—a scenario foreign to his usual experiences. Yet, a recent sense of loneliness had nudged him toward unfamiliar territory.

His first realization that something was amiss hit him as he discovered himself completely naked, a peculiar circumstance on its own. He never slept naked, even after sex. As his groggy senses sharpened, he became aware of an overpowering musky odor saturating the air—an unsettling blend of sweat and cum. Glancing around, he tried to figure out what happened. To his astonishment, his body and sheets were covered in significant amount of viscous, translucent and cloudy cum. The amount of sex it would take to form this level of coverage…. Lee didn’t want to think about it.

Lee struggled to sit up, only to be assaulted by the unmistakable smell of his own body odor, forcing him to gag. Another bizarre revelation awaited him—the once-sturdy bed frame now lay shattered beneath him. Lee found his feet angled towards the floor, where an unmistakably large and busted condom, remnants of a pair of destroy pants, and an absolutely shredded shirt lay scattered. None of them belonged to him.

Confusion and fear coursed through Lee's as he struggled to remember what had happened. His mind was a jumbled mess, and he was piecing together memories as he looked around. He distinctly felt an unusual sensation in his back like his feet had been up on someone’s shoulders and a looseness in his asshole that left no doubt he'd experienced a semi-truck pounding his ass last night. He made a mental note not to trust a fart today. Vague images of laughter, a charming smile, a captivating rear end—those were the details that stood out. And really, all that mattered.

Pushing aside the soaked bed sheets, Lee rose, trying to ignore the wreckage that was once his bed frame, and the significantly wider bedroom door that was smashed out. As he stood, he couldn't help but notice the overpowering sweat smell, and a quick wiff of his pits made him cringe. Most of the smell wasn’t his.

Yet, the bizarre incidents didn't end there. As he ventured into the hallway, he discovered inexplicable damage to the walls, shattered frames on the ground, dents in the drywall, and his Oma and Opa smiling up at his cum covered, naked body. The damage on his walls looked like huge handprints - something he knew was impossible with how high they were. His apartment looked like a giant was trying to get out of his room and house. But the most bewildering discovery awaited him at his front door, as he tried to cover himself.

There, Lee gasped in disbelief as the sun bathed the yard, where his door now lay. The massive footprints leaving his house were enormous, far too large to belong to any normal person. The front door had been violently smashed outward, leaving behind splintered wood and bent metal hinges. The sheer force required to cause such damage was beyond comprehension - and absolutely should have woke him up. Tire marks might have provided some explanation, but the presence of impossibly massive footprints left him even more bewildered as he looked at only his car parked hastily crooked in his driveway.

With each bizarre discovery, Lee's sense of safety teetered on the brink of collapse. Who had been in his home? Why was there so much cum? He felt like he had been dropped into the middle of a surreal nightmare, and he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was missing something. The only thing he was certain of was that he needed answers. Lee grabbed his phone, his gaze shifting uneasily over the disarray in his home.

Feeling the need for a break, Lee dialed both his boss and then his landlord, officially signaling his decision to take some time off from work. With his front door shattered, he found himself with little choice but to remain home until the landlord addressed the issue. The ensuing hours were spent patiently collecting glass shards scattered throughout his hallway.

Amid the broken frames and pictures, a wave of nostalgia enveloped Lee, his grandparents in Seoul, their frozen smiles encapsulating moments from a trip nearly a decade ago. Memories of his childhood visits to South Korea surged back, casting a bittersweet ambiance within his disrupted living space. As he navigated the remnants of shattered glass, each photograph became a portal to cherished moments, offering a temporary escape from the present turmoil.

Upon the landlord's eventual arrival, Lee braced himself for the inevitable confrontation as he promised to get a police report, call it a break-in. The landlord wasted no time lecturing him about the property damage, discussing the precarious status of the security deposit. Lee, having sensed the futility of recovering the deposit when he signed the lease, expected little more than empty promises regarding any further repairs.

Following the dealings with the landlord and then his boss, Lee tackled the daunting task of cleaning up his house. Only after completing this did he realize the needed another shower and a change of scenery to clear his mind. Despite the early 5 O'clock hour, darkness had already claimed the winter evening, intensifying Lee's restlessness. Unable to bear the confines of his home any longer, he decided to head to the gym. The prospect of a few miles of running emerged as the perfect remedy to clear his mind and temporarily run from his problems

At the gym, an unsettling sensation lingered with Lee. A nagging discomfort churned in his stomach, yet he dismissed it as a consequence of the chaotic start to his day. Determined to escape, he climbed onto the treadmill, pushing through the unease. Setting the speed to level 5 and programming his watch for a 25-minute session, he hoped the activity would provide some relief, even if it fell short of substantial warmth or fatigue.

Opting for the back row of machines, Lee aimed to keep a low profile, uninterested in drawing attention to himself despite the gym being nearly empty. Each step on the treadmill felt like a deliberate move away from the morning's events, a small act of distancing himself from the problem. As his run progressed, his stomach protested with more gurgling sounds, and a wave of queasiness settled in. The likely culprits were his day-long fast and avoiding restroom breaks. Lee's tummy rumbled ominously, a clear indication that he might have overexerted himself on the treadmill. Recognizing the growing discomfort, he made his way to the men's locker room. Fearful of vomiting or, worse, passing out.

His steps quickened as he rushed into the locker room, desperation in his eyes. The urge to vomit was overpowering, and he needed to find a suitable spot fast, the best he could manage being the sinks. His grip on them tightened, knuckles turning white as he leaned over it, pale-faced. He examined his reflection in the mirror, his eyes appearing oddly pale and a sickly pallor overtaking his complexion. A sudden, searing wave of pain tore through his stomach, causing him to double over in agony. Desperately, he clung to the edges of the sink, his face contorted in a grimace as dry heaves wracked his body, as he tried not to make too much noise.

He hung his head over the sink try to vomit, eyes squeezed shut as he fought to regain control of his racing heartbeat and labored breaths. The room spun around him, threatening to swallow him whole, and he felt a looming darkness encroach upon his senses. But just as panic threatened to consume him, something extraordinary began to happen. Lee sensed a peculiar, pulsating sensation in his hands as they grasped the sink. It was as if the tension in his muscles had reached a critical threshold, causing his hand to quiver and tremble. The overwhelming fear still lingered, but there was no denying the changes that were taking place.

Despite his ongoing struggle to expel whatever had upset his stomach, the bizarre sensation intensified. The grip from his hand on the sink seemed to build relentlessly, and with an eerie ease, he suddenly realized that he had shattered the once-sturdy porcelain fixture of the sink. Lee's thoughts raced as he looked at his shaky hands, struggling to comprehend the bizarre changes unfolding before him. The room seemed to whirl around him, and he clung to a fleeting hope that perhaps it was just a shoddy sink that had cracked with such ease. Yet, a deeper, more rational part of him knew otherwise.

His once-ordinary hand, now tinged with an otherworldly tint of green, faint but spreading and getting darker. “Oh god…. Uhh… what the fuck?” He watched in mesmerized awe as his fingers elongated and thickened, the very bones beneath his skin shifting. As the darker green hue crept steadily up his thickening arm, it filled out the loose, baggy shirt he had donned that day. The fabric strained under the sudden growth of his burgeoning muscles, threads groaning in protest against the sheer power of the transformation. Lee's heart pounded in his chest, a potent mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through his veins.

His once unassuming and slender frame was transforming, rapidly evolving into something monstrous. Muscles inflating beneath his skin, and his shoulders and arms grew increasingly pronounced, causing the shirt sleeves to stretch to their limits, threatening to burst open at any moment. With each passing moment, Lee could feel the incredible strength surging through his body. His first thought: he had to hide.

His movements became somewhat robotic and unsteady as he staggered toward the handicap toilet stall. It was a relatively spacious handicap stall, but Lee knew it wouldn't remain that way for long if things continued and with how good it was starting to feel, he hoped it would. As he stepped into the stall and managed to lock it, his eyes fell upon another mirror on the back of the door, and the shock that overcame him was profound. The reflection staring back at him bore no resemblance to the thin man he once was. His heart raced, pounding faster with every passing second.

It was as if he were watching a surreal movie of his own transformation. Lee's arms had become massive, his clothes strained against the burgeoning muscles, and his shirt and pants had risen from their usual positions. His skin, once familiar in its tone, had now taken on a peculiar shade of green. The queasiness that had earlier plagued him had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of pride and strength.

He moved his hands up toward his shoulders, just watching his unflexed biceps bulging out. A sense of exhilaration welled up within him. "Oh, hell yes," Lee exclaimed feeling a sense of pride swelling just like his muscles.

Lee's reflection stared back at him, mirroring his amazement. The green hue of his skin deepened with each passing moment, and his muscles filled his shirt to its absolute limit, causing it to feel impossibly tight and stretched against his skin. His shoulders seemed determined to liberate themselves from the confines of his shirt, pulling the sleeves upward as his biceps and triceps swelled.

Lee's gaze shifted downward, and the initial panic gave way to an overwhelming sense of astonishment. His stance had involuntarily broadened, requiring him to adjust, now tall enough to see over the top of the stall if he straighten up. The clothes he had worn, once so familiar, now strained and groaned under the pressure of his burgeoning muscles.

Ripe.  “How big am I going to get?” He muttered as another surge hit him.

Small tears appeared in his shirt, like the seams were protesting the incredible transformation occurring within him. Lee watched amazement at his increasingly large reflection, his heart pounding with excitement as he grunted and growled growing larger with each passing second. His shirt, once a snug fit, was now straining against his magnificently growing muscles, each contour and detail profoundly pronounced.

He shifted his gaze to his workout pants, which hadn’t hugged his legs before but were now stretched to the brink, showcasing every bulging muscle beneath including his much larger cock pressed halfway down his left thigh. It was a sight to behold, and Lee was savoring every moment grabbing it through his pants and giving it a good shake.

However, an unsettling sensation clawed at Lee's consciousness, a growing discomfort that seemed to originate from his feet. What began as a subtle unease quickly escalated into a piercing pain, surpassing mere discomfort and bordering on the excruciating. Amidst the throbbing pain, Lee became acutely aware of an unmistakable sound—the creaking protest of his tennis shoes pushed to their absolute limits.

Seams ripped unable to contain the expanding force of his rapidly growing feet. The shoes, once snug, now strained and incapable of withstanding the magnitude of the transformation. Lee's feet, fueled by the force of his metamorphosis, were doubling in size. The spectacle unfolded, capturing the surreal moment when Lee's feet, driven by the relentless transformation, burst forth from the constraints of his now tattered and overwhelmed shoes. The once-confined feet quickly overstepped the entire sole of the former shoe.

“Holy fuck..” His voice trail, deep and husky. “I…. Uh…. Huge.” Lee’s deep voice echoed.

Yet, it wasn't solely the physical sensations that thrilled Lee; it was the entirety of the transformation. The mere sight of his growth in the mirror sent shivers through him. With each surge of power coursing through him, his clothes proved inadequate, torn further with each wave of expansion. Lee found immense pleasure in the experience, relishing the moment as he intentionally ripped open the collar of his shirt.

Within the restroom, Lee's grunts and expletives harmonized with the tearing fabric. He reveled in the spectacle, a strange mix of awe and delight coursing through him as he watched his reflection morph in the mirror. The man staring back bore a resemblance to Chul Soon, but with a mesmerizing twist – a vibrant shade of green now adorned a towering figure well over 6 feet tall.

Another surge of growth surged through him, making his muscles flex and expand even larger. The last traces of self-consciousness had faded, replaced by an overwhelming pride and desire to go back out to the weight floor and literally throw things around. With a burst of determination, he tore off his shirt, unwilling to give in to the to throw something larger. His new pecs rippled with incredible power, and he couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch them, marveling at their incredible strength, and now manlier black hair.

The delight within Lee surged to new heights as he examined his reflection, eyes wide with amazement. It wasn't a mere inspection; it was self-worship, a deep immersion in the unparalleled strength growing in his body. Unable to resist, he ran one hand over his bulging muscles and another around his shaft, massaging his balls.

With each step toward the mirror, Lee continued to grow. He reveled in his newfound height, taking care with his movements to avoid inadvertently colliding with the stall's walls given his mass. His dark Korean hair beautifully complemented the vibrant emerald hues of his green skin. Standing tall as a muscular, green figure, he reveled in the transformation, surpassing 7 feet with another surge of growth and a deeper “uhh”

The gym, an unlikely setting for such desires, proved unable to dissuade Lee any longer. His once average dick had transformed into a rock-hard and easily a foot long. The sheer size of his new physique, making him want to fuck something.

If he didn’t jerk-off,  the Hulk within him would burst out of the stall, wreaking havoc until he found another puny weak man unable to resist his monstrous grasp. Urgently, he turned to face the toilet, one massive hand firmly braced against the wall, while the other skillfully aimed his massive mushroom-like head toward the bowl. His wright against the wall left a dent forcing him to ease up. Each stroke of his now enormous self was accompanied by deep grunts, from a beast Lee had yet to get to know. He knew if he made eye contact with anyone – despite standing over the stall walls– he’d lose control and fuck them right there.

He could only moan in a low laughing growl, overwhelmed by the incredible sensations. The scent of his own sweaty pits, the thick veins coursing across his bulging arms, and his size only intensified urges - driving him closer and closer. He came and Lee was taken aback by the sheer magnitude of the release, unlike anything he had ever experienced before flooding the toilet. A relentless volley of cum swiftly filled the toilet bowl to the brim, prompting him to instinctively flush it and globs dripped over the brim. The handle shattered under the force of his grip in attempt to flush it down, and a startled expression crossed his face as water began to spew out from the ruptured pipe.

A reward for being this strong, he thought.

With a sense of satisfaction, he nonchalantly crushed the damaged pipe in his hand. Globs of cum still slowly oozed from his cock, but at least now he had a partial answer to the mysteries of his morning. It became evident – he had been fucked by the Hulk, and it was apparent that the Hulk had attempted, albeit unsuccessfully, to restrain himself from passing on this transformative gift with a condom. The thought of it made Lee laugh as he realized he could possible fuck something this large as well.

Standing within the confines of the stall, he quickly surveyed the locker room beyond. Relief washed over him as he realized that no one had ventured inside to witness the chaotic aftermath. Lee's chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing and calm down, his sense of urgency pushing him to leave the stall. However, the newfound size presented an unexpected challenge. He had to turn sideways, wedging his colossal frame through the doorway. It wasn't until he was finally free of the stall that Lee truly comprehended the magnitude of his colossal transformation. He was, quite simply, gargantuan, and he wanted more - something he knew he couldn’t allow himself to take no matter how easy it would be.

Lee needed new clothes now, and he wasted no time in appropriating a pair of shorts from an unsuspecting locker, and a tank top to match. With casual ease, he ripped the lock off, inadvertently tearing the locker door from it’s hinges. The idea of theft did not sit well with him, but under these extraordinary circumstances, he couldn't help but entertain the thought of someone attempting to reclaim the shorts from him as he began to noticeably shrink. A chuckle escaped his lips as he moved with thundering steps toward a private shower stall. He had no intention of causing harm to anyone, but he also had no intention of returning the borrowed shorts. Even in his colossal size, they were essentially posing shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Inside the shower, he managed to squeeze his oversized form into the confined space, fervently hoping that the cooler water might alleviate the unsettling effects of his transformation. As the cold water cascaded over him, Lee could feel the unnatural size and power that had consumed him slowly dissipate, each pound of muscle shrinking away and part of him was scared it wouldn’t come back, another wanted to never be human sized again.

It was a disconcerting experience, leaving him feeling increasingly vulnerable and frightened, a stark contrast to the towering beast he had become just moments ago, but he was far from his former self - still absolutely shredded at 6’8” and 290lbs, if he had to guess.

Afterward, he returned to the bathroom stall, collected his soaking wet clothing and keys, and quietly slipped out of the gym. The mess he left behind was going to attract attention, and he didn’t want to be there when it finally came.

Driving home, the surreal experience weighed heavily on Lee's mind, distracting him throughout the journey. He couldn't help but glance at his arms, still larger than before, and a part of him yearned to see them grow into colossal, Hulk-like proportions again as he gripped the steering wheel on and off just to see the them flex. However, entertaining that idea felt dangerous, especially while driving. He could feel it though, if he tried, he’d grow again. He knew it.

But as he pulled into his driveway, the unsettling possibilities began to creep into his thoughts. Had he unknowingly slept with a Goliath-like hulk, transmitting whatever bizarre condition had caused this transformation?

The mere thought that he might have willingly approached a muscular man with the potential to transform into a hulk sent a shiver down his spine. It seemed out of character for him, as he had always been more of a wallflower, bent on making the world a better place through his actions. Then again, Lee knew if he wanted to fuck someone right now, not much would stand in the way - least of all his confidence.

The time was nearly 10 at night, and Lee found himself determined to investigate what had happened to him. He had heard stories of the Hulk, the violent and brutish alter ego, but that image didn't align with who he was, whether as a man or as a hulk. However, he had no intention of wreaking havoc on the rest of his home in the process if he could avoid it. Instead, he longed for the rush and confidence he had experienced during the transformation. He yearned to cup his firm pecs, run his hands all over his muscular green body, and feel the touch of others.

As he began the arduous task of changing his bedding, the lingering scent in the room was undeniable – the unmistakable scent of cum. Lee's gaze swept across the room, eventually focusing on a shredded T-shirt and pants sprawled beneath the shattered bed frame.

Realization washed over him, and Lee's fragmented memories of the night before began to come together. Loneliness and desire had driven him to Grindr for the first time in months. With a racing heart, he opened the app and delved into the messages. There it was, a message from someone with the intriguing moniker JerBear. The messages danced with playful suggestions of scenarios like being picked up for a bench press session or being curled like a barbel in Lee's bedroom - where he was. It was clear that JerBear knew precisely how to entice Lee, catering to his attraction to burly, hairy, muscular men. JerBear was essentially a lumbersexual, with chest and shoulder hair blending seamlessly, oozing masculinity that sent shivers down Lee's spine. He was sexier than anyone Lee had been with, and it was intoxicating even now as he felt his clothes get a little more snug.

That should have been a warning sign, but lust clouded Lee's judgment then as it did now. As he scrolled through the conversation, he couldn't help but notice the enticing photos showcasing JerBear's hairy bulging, muscular arms effortlessly curling a 250lb bar like it was nothing. It was followed by a captivating video that highlighted the impressive jiggle of JerBear's furry pecs. Lee's desire only grew stronger as he watched. Yet, amidst the allure, Lee began to discern the subtle changes—JerBear's skin taking on a slightly sickly hue, faint tints of green and if you didn’t know to look for it, you’d never see it. They weren’t getting darker but he could somehow control the hulk in him - that much was certain. This revelation sent a shiver down Lee's spine as the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, casting an eerie light on the inexplicable events of the previous night.

The thought of controlling such a transformation intrigued Lee, but the mystery only deepened as he contemplated why he couldn't remember the night's events.

With a sense of curiosity, he messaged JerBear, for answers. "Hey man, what happened last night?"However, his inquiry was met with a swift block, leaving Lee increasingly frustrated and agitated.

As Lee remembered the pictures and videos of JerBear, he couldn't deny how much he wanted JerBear again. The sensation of his muscles expanding and bulging intensified with each passing moment, fueling his desire as he focused on each arousing image.

In his bedroom, Lee stood fixated on those Grindr photos, consumed by an intense desire for answers. No, it wasn't just answers he craved; Lee wanted to fuck him, immediately. Absentmindedly, he found himself gripping his stiffening cock, sensing its pulsating response. The shirt, stolen from the gym, valiantly struggling to contain the burgeoning mass of his chest but succumbed to the unstoppable force. Shredding threads echoed as the fabric surrendered, unveiling broad, green shoulders and the rippling contours of his pecs. Tattered remnants clung to his biceps and back.

“Uhh goddamn this feel so good.” His deep voice said without any concern this time, watching his body grow and dropping his phone at the same time.

Below the waist, a parallel drama unfolded. Gym shorts, once comfortable for his slimmer frame, strained against his expanding lower body. The fabric reached its limits, seams creaking and groaning as his thighs swelled with newfound girth. The waistband dug into his hips, biting into his skin as it fought to maintain its grip.

Lee could feel every inch of his legs growing thicker, the muscles pulsating and expanding like living entities as he stood taller and wider. He was no longer the scrawny figure he had been when he woke up. The undeniable allure of the transformation kept his desires burning, making him eager to embrace the hulk within him once again.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” He laughed watching himself grow, moving things in his room like they were nothing, as realized it was happening faster this time.

An intoxicating rush coursed through him, each surge of growth accompanied by a rush of euphoria. He had come to embrace the hulking transformation, knowing what was happening to him, and he cheered himself on as the raw, untamed strength surged within. The feeling of his own muscles pressing against his skin, the sheer weight and power of his new physique—it was exhilarating in a way he had never imagined.

Lee stood there, half-naked and undeniably hulking, in awe of the sheer magnitude of what he had become. His green skin gleamed with a surreal sheen, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom, now inches from the ceiling.

A spectacle unfolded before Lee's eyes, the transformation surpassing his previous stature, and he couldn't resist relishing every moment. As he flexed his arms, a mesmerizing display ensued, with biceps and triceps continuing to swell, showcasing awe-inspiring definition. The sheer magnitude of his newfound height at 8ft, coupled with the rippling muscles, made every movement a breathtaking revelation.

In the confines of his room, now seemingly smaller than ever, Lee navigated the space with a surreal awareness of his colossal presence, ducking down and squeezing sideways through his doorway. The once-familiar surroundings felt increasingly constricting as he grappled with the burgeoning desire to grow even larger as he struggled down the hallway his own handprints matchings JerBears in the walls. In this confined space, the yearning for more growth fueled his transformation more, creating a paradox of both exhilaration and a hunger for more.

"I fucking need this," Lee muttered, his deep voice now resonating in the confined space of his restroom, now having to hunch over. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing reflection before him. The curvature of his now hairy pecs, the chiseled contours of his abs—all of it was raw power and sensuality that needed to feel like a man.

With deliberate movements, Lee ran his hands over the flexed muscles of his chest, feeling the rock-hard surface beneath his fingertips, watching it in the mirror, smelling his sweaty pits. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a heady mix of pleasure and desire coursing through him.

His touch moved lower, gliding over his undulating abdomen. His abs were like sculpted granite, each muscle defined and prominent, his belly button popping out slightly. Lee couldn't resist the urge to flex them, watching in awe as they rippled beneath his touch as he noticed hair starting to grow. It was an intoxicating map of muscle and veins.

As he explored his own body, Lee fought to stay grounded, to keep the simmering desire from consuming him entirely. He was no longer the timid man who had walked into the gym hours ago. But Lee was determined to maintain control, to savor each touch without succumbing to the overwhelming urge that pulsed through him - to smash or fuck anything in reach. He wanted this muscle, craved it with an intensity he had never known, and he refused to let it drive him to anger or recklessness.

Instead, he focused on the sheer pleasure of his own touch, on the way his new muscles responded to his command as he would flex and grow. He couldn't help but revel in the sensual exploration of his transformed body. It was an intoxicating experience, one that left him feeling like a god in his own right.

His chest and shoulders easily measured four feet wide, and with how much he had to hunch over significantly, he towered about 9 feet tall. The room had become a confining space, unable to contain his burgeoning size, and Lee felt as though he was outgrowing the very walls around him.

There wasn't much room to move around unless he could calm down, and the only way he knew at this point to regain some sense of control was through jerking off. This transformation had left him bigger and stronger, and this time was no exception. He felt like he was still in the midst of becoming the Hulk, as if it weren't done with him yet.

Lee did what he needed to, cumming in the bathtub. The sheer volume matched what he had woken up to this morning, still surprising him as it slowly drained from the tub.

As he stood there, covered in sweat and lost in the sensations pulsating through his body, leaving him trembling and breathless, Lee couldn't help but wonder about his size. He must have weighed a staggering amount, and the thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He wanted to see the kind of things he could do, maybe rip a tree out of the ground or bench press a car over his head. Yet, even as he marveled at his own shrinking self, Lee couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to be with someone.

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After two weeks of transforming whenever he got horny at home, Lee slowly learned to control over his transformations, enough to go outside and gradually resume working, albeit on a reduced schedule but a not-so-reduced size as he purposely kept himself a 5ft 9 and 205lbs - nearly 5” taller and 90lbs heavier. He attributed his time off from work to the stress caused by a recent break-in at his home. In his position as a out-reach director, Lee focused on assisting homeless individuals in rebuilding their lives. This involved helping them secure employment, using his workplace's address as a mailing address, and occasionally providing tents or safe camping spots – all part of his routine. His job's flexibility allowed him to engage in video calls with donors and community members, as well as work on grant proposals, tasks easily manageable from the comfort of home. While the work might not have been the most thrilling, it offered him the advantage of remaining in the background, emerging only on his own terms.

Upon his return to work, Lee's work’s President introduced him to Ian, a seemingly unassuming man sporting a "Friend of Dorothy Zbornak” shirt, subtly signaling he’s gay. The shirt was neatly tucked under a suit jacket, an odd juxtaposition that somehow made it look professional yet discrete to the average straight guy. Ian, affiliated with a free clinic the organization was partnering with, was set to collaborate with Lee on an upcoming project. Their connection was immediate, and they often found themselves meeting at a local coffee shop to work on grants, later extending their sessions to include more relaxed, less professional dinners.

Ian exhibited a similar underlying shyness that Lee had once experienced before transforming into the Hulk. He understood the sensation of admiring fit individuals, observing the bulging veins in their biceps or the flex of their forearms during everyday movements. Ian was a watcher, and Lee found himself reveling in being watched. Standing at around 6'1" and weighing roughly 220 lbs, Lee had carefully chosen his new size, displaying a subtle hint of muscle without any telltale green or rough skin.

During their time together, Lee couldn't ignore the occasional glances Ian directed toward his shoulders, neck, and chest, revealing a blend of admiration and desire. These glances fueled Lee's fantasies of Ian worshipping him. Sensing an opportunity, Lee discreetly flexed, catching those glances that would tint Ian's cheeks with a blush, relishing every second of the attention and admiration he was receiving.

“Sorry,” Ian would say, as Lee would simply smile.

In the cozy coffee shop where they had been working for over a month, Lee and Ian were engrossed in both work and gentle flirtations between their two jobs. Weeks of conversation and getting to know each other unfolded somewhat professionally at first. As they talked, Lee couldn't ignore Ian's subtle glances at his muscled shoulders, neck, and chest. Buoyed by newfound confidence, during a brief lull in the conversation, he decided to address Ian’s curiosity.

With a playful tone, Lee remarked, "You seem to be quite interested in my muscles, Ian. Enjoying the view?" accompanied by a teasing smile.

Ian's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and surprise, and he stammered, "Oh, I didn't mean to be looking. I’m sorry."

Lee leaned in a bit closer, his smile growing more mischievous. “You never need to apologize, Ian. I don't mind at all- I kind of want you to notice it." He let the implication hang in the air, making both of his pecs pop up for a second.

Ian's eyes widened slightly, but he managed a small, shy smile in response. "You're very kind, Lee but we can’t do this in public. We’re gay and…” His voice trailed off, talking quieter despite no one being within earshot. “I don’t want to be the gay director. I just want to be the director, like you without an accolade for how brave I am to be out at the same time.”

Lee gently placed his foot over the top of Ian’s, their legs subtly touching under the coffee table. "Well, Ian, I've really enjoyed working together, but I was wondering if you want to get to know each in private." He held Ian's gaze, anticipation simmering between them. As Lee waited for Ian's response, his mind raced with panic. In the span of a few weeks, he had transformed into someone who could confidently pursue a romantic interest, even while jeopardizing everything at work. He silently chastised himself for letting his desires take control, but goddamn how he wanted to show off his muscle to someone other than himself. He needed to be worshiped like god. Seconds felt like hours as he anxiously awaited Ian's response, hoping that his newfound boldness wouldn't lead to a detrimental turn of events in both his personal and professional life.

After a tense pause, Ian returned Lee's gaze with a warm, understanding smile. "You know," he began, "maybe we could continue this conversation over dinner at my place. You could show me how much you like me eyeing your muscle,” he said, his voice soft and inviting, as his cheeks blushed.

Lee felt a wave of relief wash over him as Ian's response was not only positive but also carried a hint of playful encouragement. “Fine, but I want enjoy it tonight, so you better bring your A game.”

The offer for dinner at Ian's place seemed like a promising, but Lee was hungry to get to know Ian more and for sex. With a sense of anticipation, Lee agreed, "I'd like that, Ian. Dinner at your place sounds great."

The clock showed 4 PM, and Lee's heart was pounding away in that coffee shop knowing he could hulk out at any moment, practically trembling with desire. He couldn't help but entertain the wild idea of transforming right there, turning into a big, muscled green man, and seeing how Ian would react. The fantasy played out vividly in his mind, and the mere thought of it made his clothes feel even tighter.

Lee chuckled, feeling the growing urge to unleash the Hulk within him. "Then I guess we should get out of here," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Within 30 minutes, they were already pulling into Ian's driveway.

"God, after all that work, I am starving," Ian declared, "What about you? How hungry are you?" He moved closer, sliding his hand around Lee's waist and giving his ass a playful squeeze.

"Starving," Lee chuckled, the warning bells screaming in his head growing louder. He wanted this. He needed this. And Ian seemed more than willing to spark the flame.

Every day since his first transformation, Lee had been going through the same routine: transform, jerk off a couple of times, and only then would it appease the insatiable Hulk within him enough to remain somewhat human-sized. At the expense of a cum filled toilet or three.

As Ian's cold hands slid under Lee's shirt, Lee couldn't help but pause him. This was worth pausing for.

"I need to tell you something," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "If we continue with this, I’ll transform into the Hulk. Look,” Lee said showing his finger tips, which already had hints of green and barely flexing as a little more strength noticeably added to him.

Ian's face first showed fear and confusing, but it quickly morphed into delight. "Woah, that's cool. You're not angry?" He pulled away slightly.

"I can control it and it’s only been when I get in the mood for sex," Lee replied with a newfound confidence, "but I can get really big, and if you keep feeling me up like this, I'm going to grow." He emphasized the situation, looking down at his own bulging muscles beneath the stretched shirt.

Ian didn't seem to care. "Just be the gentle, caring man I see at work, and we'll see.” As his hand played in the treasure trail on Lee’s stomach.

“Watch,”

Lee was aware that he had enough control, but at this point, his shirt wasn't coming off. His muscular frame was already thicker and more imposing, and he wanted Ian to witness his transformation. He did a double bicep flex, flaring his lats, and making sure he looked as large as possible.

"Holy shit, man, you're growing right now," Ian exclaimed.

"I don’t want to fight it," Lee admitted, a wicked grin forming on his face. "Look at this." He held out his arm, the dress shirt now stretched tight over his bulging bicep and hanging tricep, the fabric showing the green skin, and veins pulsating underneath.

"Can I..." Ian's timid voice trailed off.

"Touch it, feel it, worship it, but don't take my clothes off," Lee responded confidently. "Let the muscle do that."

He bent his arm and flexed, the bicep swelling like a mountain. At this point, he had to be closer to 370lbs and over 6ft tall, it was clear that his clothes were struggling to contain him already.

Ian couldn't help but run his hands over Lee's arms, his fingers tracing the green-tinged veins. "This is so cool," he said in amazement, his eyes filled with excitement and desire. His touch sent shivers down Lee's spine as he continued to grow in response to the attention, and he picked up Ian by his arms and deeply kissed him. That’s when a brief moment of clarity stopped him, quickly setting the man down.

"I can't," he said with a hint of desperation, his eyes pleading. "If we continue, I'll hulk out, and I don't want to risk hurting you." He took a step back, creating a visible distance between them. "I... I want this so badly, but man, you should see my house. I've crushed the bed, the doors and hallways were too small – it's a mess in there. All I can think about is fucking you." He grunted his voice getting deeper, while trying to physically shake off the intense emotions gripping him. "I want you so badly."

As he spoke, he pulled away from Ian, his movements a mix of frustration and internal struggle. He began picking up his, now too small, coat.

Sensing the anxiety in Lee, Ian gracefully approached him. He delicately placed a hand on Lee's bulging firm shoulder, a comforting gesture aimed at soothing the turbulent sea of emotions in his sickle-colored muscle man, and ultimately getting Ian’s dick as hard as a rock in his pants.

"I can't stop you from leaving, but I want you to stay," Ian expressed with heartfelt sincerity as Lee turned around to face him. "You clearly can control it, and even as big as this, you're still the same gentle, intelligent, and sexy man I've been working with for a couple of weeks now. Even then you were quite huge then."

Ian stepped closer, the magnetic pull between them palpable. His hand gracefully slid down to the lone button on Lee's snug waistline, a delicate struggle to release it. As the button yielded, the firm Adonis belt expanded, a subtle yet deciding moment for Lee.

"Just let me worship you as you grow," Ian whispered, the words finally getting through to Lee.

Lee succumbed to the irresistible pull of his desires. ”Fine, but I want you to earn this," he whispered, his breath carrying a quiet intensity as he initiated a gentle kiss with Ian. The hulk stirred within him, a force that added an electrifying edge to the unfolding passion. "Let's go to your room."

Ian led the way down the hallway, anticipation building with every step. In the bedroom, Ian swiftly pulled the blankets off the queen bed, creating a pile on the floor. Lee leaned against the door frame, his presence commanding attention, filling the doorway and nearly as tall.

"I am going to lay there, and I want you to do all the work. I want you to see how big you can make me," Lee declared with a hint of challenge, his eyes locked onto Ian.

Ian stood there in shock, feeling like he was living a dream. Not only did he have the privilege to worship this man, but he also got to witness something he thought could only happen if a hulk got angry enough. The realization hit him – he would witness this incredible man transform into the hulk, and he would make sure every need was met.

Lee moved toward the bed. He wanted nothing more than to hulk out entirely, smash Ian’s ass, and give him such a wild experience he’d need a wheelchair afterwards. He laid down, hands behind his head feeling his relaxed biceps practically creating a pillow for him.The palpable urgency for attention radiated from him as he sprawled across the bed, drawing Ian's gaze. Small tufts of armpit hair peeked out from his increasingly snug sleeves, complemented by chest hair teasingly revealing itself at the neckline of his shirt.

Ian approached the bed, every step steeped in anticipation and rightful nervousness - he kept thinking he had to get this write. The air between them crackled with a sensual energy as he climbed onto the bed, taking his time to savor each moment.

“Goddamn you’re so hot as it is.” Ian said as he climb up. Ian sensuously slid a leg over Lee's waist. The bottoms of his pants rested against Lee's waistline, and Ian could already feel the massive cock he was sitting on. Leaning forward, Ian's hands explored the terrain of Lee's sculpted stomach and pecs through the fabric of his shirt, relishing the sensation before initiating a slow and lingering kiss on Lee's lips.

"I don't want you to move," Ian whispered, his voice a gentle command that hung in the air. "Unless I say."

A soft, contented smile played on Lee's lips, a barely audible "ughh" escaping as he surrendered to the moment his body slowly getting larger. “Yeah, and what happens if I do?”

Ian laughed. “I’ll go faster.” He threatened.

With a deliberate and sensual touch, Ian began massaging Lee's pecs, his fingers making subtle impressions as he stroked the growing beast beneath him, thoroughly amazed. The initial rips teased the fabric of Lee's shirt, revealing glimpses of the burgeoning strength beneath. Lee move his hands away from his head and flexed his pecs and biceps, the cloth ripping even more against the expanding muscles. Ian's hands roamed over Lee's clothed body, exploring the contours that seemed to evolve with each passing moment.

Kisses were planted wherever Ian could find a piece of exposed skin, each touch laden with a mix of desire and adoration. From Lee’s hairy pits to his neck, not a single part of Lee wasn’t kissed, sucked or licked from the waist up. As Ian leaned forward, their cocks unintentionally brushed against each other, further arousing them both. In the midst of the fun, the zipper on Lee's pants exploded to the growing force within, bursting open with a distinct sound of metal tearing away from cloth.

Lee's laughter filled the room, the timbre of his voice now deeper, resonating with the primal satisfaction of the hulk within. Grunts escaped, a symphony of pleasure as Lee reveled in every sensation Ian was orchestrating, a harmonious blend of passion and delight.

“You’re so fucking good at this.” Lee laughed. “I’ve got to be 8ft tall already, and that’s just the pre-show”

Ian, unable to resist the escalating desire, he tore open Lee's shirt, exposing the chiseled and hairy chest.Ian's hungry mouth eagerly sought Lee's nipples, savoring the texture and reveling in the tactile pleasure of the hair that adorned them. This allowed Ian to nestle his head against Lee's warm skin, establishing an intimate sanctuary where every breath was shared, and every heartbeat echoed in the space between them for a few minutes.

“You’re so far from done,” Lee grumbled, his burly deep voice shaking his chest.

Simultaneously, Ian utilized Lee’s lats as the next closest hand-hold for the mountain he was climbing.

"Goddamn, you're getting huge," Ian exclaimed, his breath hitching as he made his way back up to Lee's now larger mouth. Everything had expanded, and Ian found himself repositioning on Lee's now colossal abs just to reach the lips of his transformed pro-bodybuilder lover, now a captivating shade of green.

"This is fucking nothing," Lee declared between kisses, a hint of playfulness in his voice as he effortlessly ripped off his sleeves. His arms and chest, now fully exposed, showcased the magnificence of his transformed physique.

Ian, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of Lee's size, grabbed Lee's wrist, his gaze fixed on the enormous green fist. Lee opened his hand, allowing Ian to bring it closer to his chest, the contrast between their sizes accentuating the surreal nature of the moment. "This is insane," Ian marveled, his voice tinged with awe.

Seizing the opportunity, Lee swiftly moved both hands to Ian’s collar, effortlessly tearing open Ian's shirt.

“That was my favorite shirt,”

“Uhhh… It got… uhhnn… in my way…” Lee said growing a little more with each break in words.

The muscles in Lee's chest remained relaxed, the effortless display of strength causing a noticeable twitch in his pecs. Ian, captivated by the raw power and sensuality before him, realized that his task was far from over.

Ian, as he turned around, was greeted not only by the spectacle of Lee's pants ripping open but also by the revelation of Lee's colossal, muscled legs. Each muscle stood out in exquisite definition, creating a landscape of raw power. His feet full exposed and twice their original size, hanging off the bed. Calves, reminiscent of basketballs, flexed with every movement, while thighs, resembling sturdy tree trunks, showcased the sheer magnitude of Lee's transformed physique. The fabric of Lee's underwear strained against the monumental force beneath, surrendering to the impressive girth of his legs.

However, Ian's attention was further captivated by the explicit sight of Lee's massive green mushroom head peeking out of the increasingly small boxer briefs. It glistened, dripping with pre-cum, and ripe for the taking. The sheer volume was enough to arouse an insatiable thirst in Ian, and the allure was undeniable. He delicately repositioned himself, his eagerness palpable, poised to savor every moment. With a tender passion, he deep-throated Lee’s massive cock, eager to indulge in its salty richness, encouraged by the beast ecstasy laced moans. Ian's fervent suction echoed the intensity of his own desire.

Immersed in the passionate dance, Ian occasionally gasped for air before being lifted away from it by a much larger Lee, now holding him over Lee like a doll The transition, though abrupt, added a new dimension to the unfolding intimacy.

"I wanted you… uh… to go…uhh… slowly," Lee expressed, his voice deepening with each grumble, as he approached a 12ft tall mass barely able to fit on the bed from the waist up, and shredded to all hell.

“You destroyed my shirt.” He said, color draining from his face as he saw the look of anger on Lee’s face.

Holding Ian as if he were barely any weight at all the naked green muscle giant rolled off the bed slouching, his thick muscled back pressed into the ceiling as he placed Ian on the edge of the bed. “Not, it’s… uhhh… my turn…” He ripped open his briefs, which were practically posers at this point.

With Lee's robust fingers, he tore open Ian's pants, revealing a less than average dick and it’s slightly pubic region. Placing one hand at the lips of Lee's penis head, Lee skillfully used the other hand to trace the main vein, collecting the pre-cum. Clothing, just wouldn’t do anymore.

"Get your pants off," Lee ordered, his commanding tone carrying a blend of authority and longing. The room buzzed with the charged atmosphere, a manifestation of the shared passion between them.

Ian did so as quickly as possible, unsure if he could handle such a large man at 15” long and thick as a can of beer.

Once naked, Lee took one of his thick fingers, coated it in his pre-cum, and skillfully teased Ian's asshole.

“There you go…” Lee laughed as he gave into his own desires.

The touch was gentle yet purposeful, creating a sensation that worked to relax Ian, all the while growing a little more. As Lee massaged Ian’s asshole looser and looser, Ian, driven by the arousal that enveloped him, began to stroke his own erect penis. It was an aggressive external prostate massage like no other.

Lee coated then his cock with the puddle of pre-cum in his monstrous hand smiling down at nervous little man who was desperately wanting more. With deliberate slowness, he began to penetrate Ian, who moaned in response with an immediate dry climax, his body jerking in a matter of minutes. “Ahh…. Holy shit …. Oh my god…” As Lee fucked Ian deeper and harder, gradually picking up the pace enjoying the dents the bed frame was making in the wall. The massive presence of the beastly figure loomed over Ian, holding his body in place and pressing him quiet deeply into the mattress. Ian's little asshole was pounded by the massive hulk,  pleasure coursing between them in another oozing climax shuddering Ian’s body even more intensely than the last. At this point, Ian hardly knew where he was as he played with the massive pair of pecs moving over his head, Lee’s sweat dripping on Ian’s face, burning his eyes.

The Hulk's thrusts suddenly intensified and Lee's breathing became increasingly ragged. The fury in Lee's eyes bore into Ian's, and he could sense the twitches and jerks signaling an impending climax inside him. With a heaving growl, Ian felt the surge within as Lee reached his peak before a warmth erupted inside him. Lee pulled out, and cum erupted, showering Ian's body in thick streams. Ian found himself practically bathed in cum, the aftermath of Lee's intense climax, as Lee began to shrink, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Holy shit..." Ian gasped, breathless, sinking into the bed and wrapped in the warmth of the cum coating his chest. It was more than he had ever experienced, both in terms of sheer quantity and intensity. The room was filled with the post-coital haze, and Ian couldn't help but express his amazement.

"That was... intense, Lee," Ian chuckled, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction in his voice. "I didn't know the Hulk….” He sighed out of breath, his mind still reeling from the pounding his asshole just took. “Could do that.”

Lee, now more human-sized, grinned mischievously. "Well, surprises are my specialty. You enjoyed it, though?"

Ian blushed but couldn't hide his smile. “I didn’t expect it to be so big… you to be so…fucking… oh my god.” He said griping his dick, striking himself still.

Lee chuckled, leaning in closer. "Maybe we should consider more unexpected things together."

Ian raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Is that an invitation, Dr. Banner?"

Laughter echoed through the room, a harmonious blend that marked a shift in the atmosphere from intense to relaxed and playful. Amidst the mirth, Lee's voice cut through, teasing Ian with a light-hearted remark. "Call it whatever you want, Ian, but I believe we're far from finished."

In response, a smaller version of the Hulk, with a mischievous grin, knelt before Ian. The playful atmosphere continued as Lee began licking and sucking on Ian's cock and balls. Ian, caught off guard, succumbed to an unexpected climax, releasing a load that surprised even him as he was sucked dry. Lee, evidently eager for a little snack, added a playful touch to the moment, creating an air of mutual enjoyment and gratitude between Lee and Ian.

"We should probably get in the shower," Ian suggested, idly playing with the puddle of cum on his chest, letting it drip from his hand.

Lee, still catching his breath, responded with a hint of embarrassment looking at Ian play with his cum, "Oh yeah, it’s that much every time."

Naked, they walked to the restroom together, and Lee couldn't help but notice the delirious nature of Ian - something that could only be attributed to a good dicking. It was as if he was floating on a cloud, partially present and something else Lee couldn't quite pinpoint.

Once in the restroom, Ian turned the shower to the max, allowing the steam to fill the space with warmth. As they made out once more, Lee enjoyed the feeling of sticking to Ian's chest. It was then that he observed something off about Ian—something beyond the post-sex high. Lee noticed Ian fighting a nausea that he knew all too well. A quick glance at Ian's eyes revealed pale irises that mirrored his own.

In that moment, Lee realized he had unwittingly triggered another transformation, creating another Hulk. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and a sense of both awe and concern washed over him.

"Ian," Lee murmured, breaking away from their embrace. “take a deep breath, I think your going to become a hulk like me.”

Ian, still caught in the euphoria of the moment, shrugged it off. "I'm fine, just a bit dizzy. Probably all that intense... activity.” His voice dropped at the last word.

Lee's concern deepened. "No, Ian, it's more than that. I think I might have triggered infected you. We need to—"

Before Lee could finish his sentence, the transformation kicked into high gear. The room resonated with Ian's initial scared groans, bones audibly shifting as his growth unfolded. The once steam-filled room now housed an enlarged Ian, and a mix of fear and excitement gripped him, enjoying it. As Lee observed his friend morph into a lumbering hulk, he couldn’t be more tuned on. Laughter escaped Ian, echoing darkly in the room, as he embraced his new power, and Lee couldn't contain his anticipation for the thrilling moments ahead, eager to enjoy Ian's transformation into a formidable hulk.

[Trontastic]

Thanks again for this! I really enjoy the story, and it was fun hammering out the muscular details with you!

[HulkLegs]

A great story! Great description and details! It's very hot! Of course, I would like him to test his strength more and more, but maybe you will continue

[Madabouthulk]

This is really hot! To be continued?

[kmxd]

Love this so much. Lee's development from scared nervous guy to a full on owning his hulk was hot. I would love to see their relationship explored after Ian's transformation, now that they have a shared power, what they'd do to each other and maybe to others...

[asianman2410]

Very hot! I hope for more. Gotta love hulk themes  

[Trontastic]

I'm thinking of ways this can or should continue, and I'm very keen to hear other people's ideas! ^^