The Muscler
A peaceful day in the streets of Oslo, Norway. A day just like any other day in 2007 on Earth.
A 15-year-old kid was walking down the streets on his way home after a visit at a friend. Everything was calm and quiet, no disturbances. The kid was happily humming the SWAT Kats tune to himself, fantasizing about being a justice fighter. []
Deeply lost in his imaginations, he didn't realize he had come into a dark alley. He came to senses again and tried to find his way back. But before he could take the final steps back into the open streets, a group of thugs ganged up on him, cornering him instantaneously.
"Wha-? Who are you?"
"Your worst nightmare, brat."
The thugs approached the poor defenseless kid slowly, closing the distance gradually. Then just all of a sudden, a round and black cartoon-styled bomb with its fuse lit dropped down, rolling into the center of the handful of people. The fuse burned rapidly and with a loud noise.
"Mm-whuh?"
"A BOMB!!!"
But no one could react fast enough to dodge this bomb, and it exploded in a fashion not unlike a package of dynamites. The ensuing smoke vanished fairly quickly, revealing no one was injured, nor was there any damage to the landscape around either.
When everyone came to, the kid they had ganged up on was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an 8 feet tall monstrosity of a muscleman towered above the gangs.
"You're fucked now..."
The giant rounded up the thugs, and smashed them through a nearby wall. Needless to say, the impact saw to it that their deaths were fast but fatal.
The super-muscled giant, formerly the kid who was close to being slain by lowlifes, looked up at the walls and noticed a black figure some feet away. It whispered to him, "No more will you face doom in the streets. It is you who have become the doom of your enemies." It seemed to give a big grin, before it vanished with feline grace.
This statement left the kid confused, but realized it was some kind person who was part in a neighbourhood watch committee or something.
A nearby window flashed in the light of the street light posts. The kid walked over to the window, and saw his reflection; a huge, hyper-muscled monster-mass of a power-lifter. He flexed, and felt the unnatural but intoxicating strength flow through his system.
Later, down at Copenhagen, Denmark, a group of three 14-year-old boys were chilling out at an abandoned warehouse. The little gang was no more than three furries: a tiger, a bunny and a wolf.
The three had closed the huge front doors, though with terrible difficulty. They slid down to the ground, before they conversed generally about video games. "So what level was your priest again, Benny?" The tiger asked the bunny. "Duh, Trevor. I'm 70, discipline-specced." Trevor laughed, "Just slash-sillying with ya." The wolf interrupted, "Well, no one beats my combat-specced Rogue, hehe." "Fine with me, as long as we stick together as a team." Trevor made a kawaii expression.
Then the lights inside the warehouse went out, leaving the three kids in the darkness. They shrieked just the second the lights went out, "What happened now?" The wolf demanded. "Shit! It's the Loogey-Lugers gang again!" Trevor strained to keep his voice down owing to the shock of seeing three huge bears heading towards the warehouse.
"Oh no, not the Loogey-Lugers!!" Benny stared ahead in fright, quivering like someone who caught a bad flu'. "I don't really think they'll spare us this time. Remember when they shoved us into trash cans and rolled us down the street last time?" The wolf peeked out a window. "Hell yeah I remember that." Trevor spoke.
The Loogey-Lugers gang was rapidly approaching the warehouse, with no sign of stopping or turning around. The three friends gradually lost hope as they could only find hiding spots for each of them; Trevor hid inside a closet, Benny behind some barrels, and the wolf took shelter above the door on a shelf. "What're you doing, Walter?!" Benny thought to himself.
Before long, the front doors crashed open, and the three giants stepped inside. "Hm-hm-heh... Doesn't seem that our 'methods' are teaching these punks anything!" The one in the front said to the two others standing flanked behind him in an arrow formation. "This time, there's no escapin'." The one on the left slammed his fists together. Then the right one flexed his brutal biceps, "Brootality incomeenk, guurleeh seezeez!!" he spoke in a ripoff-accent of Arnold Schwarzenegger. Benny was on the verge of crying; there he quivered in fear behind the barrels, "Please don't let them get us. PLEASE!" he mouthed the words without speaking, baring his teeth while his eyes were closed tight. Then by accident his leg twitched, slamming into the barrel lightly, although the clank noise alone was enough to alert the brutes of his position. Out of fearful reaction he hic-upped just after giving himself away, making it more than obvious that he and his friends were inside the warehouse. "Oh god, HELP!" He thought loudly to himself. The fear was too much to bear. The barrels creaked before they were lifted, the slight warmth from the lights that had come back on all of a sudden touching Benny's cyan sweater and green jeans. He turned around, mouth agape, staring right into the eyes of the Loogey-Lugers' leader.
"Boo..."
"AAAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!!"
Benny tried to escape, but to no avail. One of the Loogey-Lugers had caught him by his sweater, leaving him dangling in the air. His fur stood up and the horror in Benny's mind intensified "AGH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!!" The brute moved Benny up-close, resulting in both staring into each other's eyes again at point-blank range.
"Good night, bunneeee..." And he tossed Benny cleanly across the floor into the wall, injuring him badly and knocking him unconscious.
Trevor peeked out of the closet he hid in, watching Benny fly like a bird and hit the wall. It didn't take long before he started sweating, "Why us?" he thought to himself. Walter watched from his shelf above the doors how Benny suffered without any reason to justify it. He felt his anger burn but at the same time he realized there was nothing he could do about it. The three were the prey and the enemies were the hunters.
"Ahp theah!" the Arnold-copycat pointed at Walter's hiding place. Walter sank even lower, yet he was lying in a prone position. "... Crap..." was all he could think before a loud crack in the wall destroyed a supporting girder, dropping the shelf to a diagonal angle, consequently having Walter slide down to the floor. When he came to, he found himself lying on his back and watching the Arnold-copycat tower like an obelisk above him. "Arnie bee da name-" This Arnie grabbed Walter and held him at eye-level, "-And slaughtah be my game!" He walked over to Benny, still lying like a ragged doll unconscious against the wall, and dropped Walter right next to Benny.
Trevor peeked out again, seeing two of the bear brutes searching through the piles of barrels, clothes and metallic bars for Trevor. He lost all his hope for escape, mouthing, "We're doomed..." to himself. The metal door flied open and Arnie stood in front of him, "Found you, guurly beeetch!" Trevor hastily dived between the brute's feet, running towards the exit, but something hit him in the back and he was floored instantly. "Wheen weel yoo seezeez evah luuahn?" Arnie exclaimed at Trevor, before dragging him forcefully over to Benny and Walter.
Once the three were bundled side by side at the wall, the brutes ganged up on them. Benny awoke to find himself in the middle of his soon-to-be-murdered friends. The three friends were ridden with despair as they stared in disbelief at the brutes (one of them was bending a huge pipe with his bare hands in front of the three kids) who would end their lives without justified reasons. Was it because they were superior in an MMORPG and inferior in real life? Was it because of their lifestyles? Their reputations? The lives of the three flashed before their eyes as the brutes readied themselves for the final blow.
But then, something rolled in underneath the brutes and touched at Benny's feet. The six looked down to find an oversized oval red-colored pill had found it's way to them. And before anyone could react, hatches on each sides opened and dark-red gas spewed out of it.
"Whuddafock?!" "I can't see!" "Agh, shit!" "Oh my GOD!!" "EEAAAAGHH!!!"
The six were temporarily blinded by the smokescreen that expanded into the entire warehouse, and the brutes were forced to take a few steps back to escape the smokescreen. As for Trevor, Walter and Benny...
The three kids felt an overwhelming sensation all over them as they felt a supernatural force push them back up to their feet, before they felt a growing sensation. An intoxicating surge of strength flowed through the three as they felt their muscles grow and expand in mere seconds. The three could feel themselves stretch, grow and expand in every way possible. At last the smokescreen subsided, revealing the effects of the gas on Trevor, Walter and Benny: The three had grown impossibly huge. The Loogey-Lugers stared wide-eyed with mouths agape at their former prey:
12 feet of pulsing muscle (and throbbing beer-can-thick monster cocks that reached to their ballooning chests) standing proudly a few meters away from the Loogey-Lugers. The three friends were overwhelmed with shock and awe as they watched their chests (that were so big they hugged the three's cheeks) expand and deflate, giving them extremely powerful looks. They felt their own heaving like a tornado, almost. "WHATASHIT!!!?" Arnie exclaimed, breaking the trance of the three friends. The three came to senses, but couldn't resist flexing their new hyper-massive muscles, to the complete surprise of the brutes. The Loogey-Lugers lost words for what just happened; one minute they were hunting, now they were the hunted.
"Payback time, whaddya say, dudes?" Benny made a double-bi flex. "It's time these brutes learn that no one ever owns the streets." Trevor flanked at Benny's right, kneeling down and flexing. Walter simply snorted lightly, flanking at Benny's left and flexing as Trevor did.
"No... NO! This can't be!!"
Benny grinned, "Let's have some fun..."
The three walked up to the Loogey-Lugers, their steps thundering throughout the floor. The Loogey-Lugers were paralyzed in shock and fear. The three grabbed a LL each, before literally using them as dull action figures; trashing them, beating them up, raping them (not that the three were homosexual, mind you), ridiculing them in every way.
After an hour of endless fun for the three super-brutes (and endless torment for the Loogey-Lugers), Trevor picked up a square solid metallic block the size of a 17-inch TV and turned around to the two others, speaking with a thundering new voice buzzing with bass "Hey guys, check this out." He put the block down, before ramming his mammoth fist at the top, DRILLING straight through the metal!! The noise drew everyone's attention, and consequently everyone who happened to see this spectacular display of strength reacted immediately through rock-hard erections.
"And this!" Then Trevor positioned his monstrous cock with the block, DRILLING his behemoth through the block! In merely 3 seconds it poked out at the other end, ker-sploorting spooge harder than a jet water washer. "YAAAAARRGGHHHHH!!!!!!! YOU GOTTA TRY THIS, GUYSAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Trevor couldn't restrain the ultimate pleasure rushing throughout his system; such awesome strength was too much to not put to good use. "God, what the fuck happened..." One of the dominated brutes moaned.
The three friends gathered up the brutes and dropped them at the same wall section they had. "Well, what should we do?" Trevor shot out his mammoth chest and inhaled to the peek of his lungs. Walter flexed downwards, "I say we ram our new toys into them once more." Benny remained silent, moaning as he stroke his mountain of flesh that bobbed and throbbed fiercely at his chest, his ginormous balls rolling and dancing, churning with cum.
Now the Loogey-Lugers realized what hell they had caused for the three innocent kids (not so innocent anymore though, obviously). The three only needed to give light punches at the Loogey-Lugers' bellies to send them into excruciating pain and submission.
Then the three titans shoved their cocks once more up the asses of the Loogey-Lugers, this time not holding back. They came so hard inside the Loogey-Lugers that they literally exploded from the pressure. "SPLAT!" went each of the vile brutes as the last seconds of their lives passed.
Some minutes later the three titanic friends amused themselves with their newfound strength and sexual dominance, testing their bodies to the fullest by seeing how hard (and how far) they could sploort, and on top of it: the invincible strength.
Then the same shadowy figure reappeared in the warehouse like from Oslo, but this time he was standing in the doors, watching the kids having fun. Trevor noticed the figure, and couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed over his informal behavior. But then the figure spoke to the kids, "Have no fear, I share the same passion. And it is I who tossed that gas-pill into the warehouse when those Boogey-Losers were about to crush you." The three kids looked at the figure with interest, with Benny being the first to engage in formal conversation, "You were the one who came to our rescue?" The figure rumbled the backpack he was wearing, "That's right, titan. Well, enjoy my little 'big' gifts, my friends." He grinned deviously, before slipping out of the warehouse without a sound.
The three titans looked at each other with confused looks and decided it was better to just mention this to their parents rather than hide.
Then, in the same street as the SilverWing cathedral, two 18-year old girls, a bunny and dog, were heading home from the theater having watched the new "TMNT" movie.
"I liked the part when Raphael was fighting Leonardo, that was just awesome." The bunny made a chibi expression. "Well, it was better than the live-action movies from the 90's..." The dog sighed.
Then a group of 5 thugs jumped out of a corner and surrounded the two girls. One of them hastily taunted, "Going somewhere?" Another was laughing mockingly, and another said, "Gang-rape time, bitches." The thugs forced the girls into a dead end. "B... Back off! I got black belt in Tae Kwon Do!" The bunny made a sorry attempt to threaten the thugs. "Nice try, your stance is AMATEUR!!" one shouted.
Then the black figure landed in between the girls wearing huge red gloves. "Fear not, babes, they won't trouble you any further." And with that, he touched with his gloves at the two females' backs, and right before the eyes of everyone, the bunny and dog rapidly began growing to 8 feet, packed with insanely bulging muscles and boobs the size of basketballs times 2. The figure withdrew his hands, whispering to the perplexed girls, "Take 'em down, sexies." Before he backflipped high into the air and escaped via the rooftops.
The thugs were paralyzed in shock and awe over the giantesses towering above them. A second ago they were only your average type of girls, now they were just ENORMOUS!! The bunny bounced her boobs by accident, feeling aroused by this. The dog flexed her melon-sized biceps, feeling the same arousal as the bunny. The two immediately took advantage of the situation, grabbing the thugs before they got away and crushed them brutally between each other, like "smoosh!"
And then afterwards, the bunny asked her canine friend, "Who was that guy who turned us into giants?" The dog flexed constantly, "I don't know who it was but I'm more than happy that happened or we would had our asses handed to us." Then she stopped flexing for a moment, feeling this prickly sensation in her boobs, like tiny needles when your limbs fall asleep. She moaned, massaging her boobs like crazy, before quickly DRILLING her huge boobs through the brick wall like a jackhammer! The bunny watched as her friend loudly and effortlessly just DRILLED her gigantic boobs through the wall, becoming instantly aroused almost to the point of orgasm. She gasped in ecstasy, suddenly finding herself just automatically seeking out a nearby wall, and repeating what her friend just did. She thrust her enormous bunny boobs at the brick wall, to her shock, awe and sexual arousal DRILLING through with no effort whatsoever! She could feel the material just spreading everywhere as she shoved her boobs further and further in. The dog fell backwards, having tons of orgasms several times per second. It wasn't long before the bunny too fell to her back and masturbated herself.
At the same time, over at the SilverWing cathedral, Cid was sitting on the staircase just outside the entrance, staring at the evening sky. Beautiful stars blinked and clouds formed the most curious of shapes, from faces to objects.
"There's something amiss in our Legion. Something that's missing from the mix, but what?" He pondered. 15 minutes seemed like an hour before he heard a crash down an alley. He jerked his head to see down the alley, approximately 52 meters away to the left. "Hm?"
Dropping into the alley, he found a wounded figure in a black jumpsuit and a large knapsack on his back. As usual, Cid fired up his sensing abilities to see who or what this figure was. An enormous wave of Good pulsed from this figure, almost rivaling Cid's own spirit. He approached the figure, kneeling down to check his vital signs. "Mmm, unconscious." Then the figure jerked a little, moaning. "Ugghh... What hit me?..." The deep voice allowed Cid to confirm this person was a male. "Who... Are you?" The figure cautiously asked Cid.
"Cid, I'm a Paladin. I heard a crash in this alley and came over to investigate." The figure sat up, "I miscalculated a jump, that's all." "Fair enough." Cid replied formally. But something was familiar with this person, "Have I seen you before?" He asked. The figure tried not to shiver nervously, "Wh-What do you mean?" Cid rubbed the jumpsuit fabric, feeling it was made of flexible fibers, "Your suit looks familiar." He patiently explained.
Then suddenly it snapped for this person. He carefully removed his hood to reveal a mouse's face. He responded wearily, "My name is Christopher O'Brien, my profession is no less righteous than yours." Cid took the hint, as something gave off a magical signature from his backpack, but continued to question this Christopher, "Are you part of a clan or something?" Christopher got to his feet, leaning his hand against the brick wall and looked down to the ground, "No, I operate solo. ARGH! Who am I fooling?!" He slammed the wall with his left hand, tearing off one brick at the corner that lead into a dead end. "I live to help people in distress." He rushed his knapsack to the ground and opened it, and to Cid's legitimate surprise the knapsack was filled with bottles, bombs, scrolls and various other ornaments, all marked with "M"-shaped insignias. "You offer muscles to people?" Christopher burst into tears, "I was afraid of this. Sooner or later someone had to find out..." He sobbed, tears steadily running down his cheeks and down his visible pecs. "I hoped that I never had to say this..." He wiped his eyes with the back of his right hand and faced Cid; "I was constantly the victim of pestering in school during my younger days. People would pick on me for being weak and unable to put on some muscle to stand up for myself. But in return I had sharp wits-" He picked up a small round and black bomb, "-that let me get back at the bullies once and for all. Ended with murders and I got away with it in court thanks to my mom and dad."
Cid felt a small tear linger in his left eye corner, "It got so bad you actually got the courage to avenge yourself?"
"Indeed." Christopher drew a long sigh. Cid was at loss for words. A minute passed without the two saying anything. Another minute in silence...
Until Cid broke the silence with a simple question, "Do you wish to join The SilverWing Legion to expand your services?" Christopher looked quickly at Cid with a surprised expression on his face, "I... I'd love to! When do I begin?" Cid escorted Christopher to the cathedral, and upon entering; he stripped his torso armor revealing his well-built muscles. "I just wanna make sure your merchandise is authentic. How about using a temporary but effective growth item?" Christopher grinned deviously, "Glad you asked..." Then he handed Cid a fist-sized crimson figurine shaped like a muscular fox doing a double-biceps flex. The second Cid held it in his right hand, his own muscles expanded obscenely. "WhoaAAH!!" The sudden rush of strength caught him off-guard, then the growth came to a stop. He flexed his torso and arms, "Hm, impressive enchantments. You're hired, Christopher." He handed the figurine back to Christopher, feeling his newly gained muscles shrink back to original size.
"I finally found my true purpose..." Christopher sniffed, tears welling up in his eyes.
The end?