The Application - 5
#5 of The Application
So that was what Chapel meant when he told me to stay away from the mob. I should have known Baxter and his cronies would get themselves mixed up in such bad company. But then again, I should also have known Chapel would betray me like this, and to think I turned him into an unstoppable juggernaut of pure power, not to mention how he let them all into my house! Lapdogs, all of them!
One of the more thuggish henchmen pushed me forward as I stepped back onto the streets, my hands bound behind my back as I was led to a large, imposing-looking black van with heavily tinted windows. Chapel was following a few feet away, but still I refused to even look at him, not do anything to hurt me my ass! Swearing silently, I let myself be tossed into the back of the waiting getaway vehicle, my shoulders hitting the cold steel as I slid into a corner. It stung and bruised a little, but still I kept my mouth shut. I was not going to give any of them the satisfaction of hearing my pain. Curse my dumb luck.
The thug, who was chortling like a drunken parrot, grew quiet suddenly, a massive chestnut-furred arm grabbing him by the neck and dragging him out of sight. Another henchman appeared, shaking his head as he shut the doors behind me. In the darkness, I heard a loud thump as the first one was shoved against the side of the van.
"What did I tell you about being gentle," snarled a deep, dangerous sounding voice.
"Hey... uh... you see... bro... I just... bad habits you know... sorry!"
"I'll show you a thing or two about bad habits, come here!"
There was a resounding KAPOW_as Chapel's fist made contact with the hyenas face, the entire van rocking violently as his probably unconscious body was slammed into it. I still refused to buy the whole 'never gonna hurt you' bullshit, and so I left my head on the ground and fumed. The driver got in just then, never even looking at me as he strapped himself in. A few moments passed, and then I heard the roar of Chapel's motorcycle, his booming voice carrying over the noise of the engines thanks to the powerful lungs _I gave him.
"Let's go!" was the simple command. The van began to move, no doubt escorted by a dozen cars filled with mobsters as it sped down the road. I didn't know where they were taking me, but after half an hour of travelling I finally saw the light of day again. A pair of henchmen reached in to pull me out, handling me as though I was made of glass as they set my feet onto the ground and encouraged me to walk. Chapel remained close behind, the intensity of his gaze causing the henchmen to flinch at the slightest things, more than once I deliberately tripped myself, just so I could watch them panic as they grabbed me to break my fall. The guy on my left didn't make it, and by the time I was led into a large office of sorts Chapel had left an unpleasant looking... impression... where his face had once been.
I was allowed to sit, alone in the middle of the lush carpeting with an army of henchmen lining the surrounding walls. Still, I kept my facade, refusing to even blink until another figure strode into the room. It was a panther, his dark blue fur almost gleaming in the dim lights as he strode around the desk and sat. There was a look in his eye, one that was arrogant yet calculating, and one that I knew all too well from all the reports I had seen.
"Untie him," commanded Gregory von Giovanni, leader of the ruthless Black Axes and one of the most dangerous men to ever give the local security forces a run for their money.
I watched as one of the nearby henchmen approached me, drawing a long knife from somewhere and waving it before me as if hoping I would scream. I decided to milk the situation, so when he came within reach I spat at his face, hitting him between the eyes and causing his already vile expression to sour greatly. He definitely took offence to that, a flurry of profanity flying from his lips as he reared the knife back and swung it at my face with deadly force. Only... as I expected... he didn't, couldn't complete the swing. Chapel was there in an instant, one meaty paw crushing the man's fist to dust and leaving him shrieking in agony. There more distant henchmen were shaking their heads, muttering under their breaths at the stupidity of their former comrade.
Foolish or not, that was how the mob was run, if you weren't cunning or smart, you were going to get hurt, simple as that. It was something the man clearly lacked, and something I knew I had in spades. Keeping my eyes on the tiger's angered features, I watched as Chapel dragged him away and threw him into a corner, the horse returning and breaking the ropes around my wrists with one finger. I was still refusing to look at my former friend, however pained and pleading his expression might be. When Chapel returned to his position behind his boss however, his facial features had hardened like stone.
"Well," said Giovanni, the panther putting his fingers together and smiling warmly, "Unpleasantness aside, allow me to welcome you to our lovely headquarters. In case you're wondering where we are, the headquarters is located in a little office block nestled in the northern corner of town. If you'd like, we can even give you a tour of this place, the view of the River Brandon is wonderful this time of year."
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked, doing my best not to snap at him.
"Because you're more or less one of us now," Giovanni replied, his eyes twinkling as he regarded me from behind that desk, "I believe you already know why you're here?"
"Oh gee no why don't you remind me?"
Both Chapel and Giovanni shot deathly glares at somebody I could not see, the man actually whimpering before their expressions softened.
"Now I know our methods of getting you here were a little unpleasant, but believe me it was only because we needed it that way, first impressions count wouldn't you say?"
I wondered for a moment if Giovanni had deliberately mentioned first impressions just to manipulate me like he did his minions, but then the panther mistook my silence for consent, and continued speaking.
"Alright, alright I'll cut to the chase," Giovanni said, sitting up straight and pressing his palms onto the desk, "The software on your phone has been something we have been trying to acquire for several years now Bradley, I don't know how it managed to get into your hands but the only people who have ever seen it thus far have... apparently... only been scientists and engineers working in the military.
Giovanni pulled out my phone from his pocket and placed it onto the desk.
"They want weapons, Bradley. The government has always oppressed their people despite claiming to have our best interests at heart. This device is the key, for you alone have seen the power contained with the application called BMU, or Beef Me Up if you want to be proper."
"What do you want Giovanni?"
"Please, call me Gregory."
"Fine, Gregory what do you want?"
"Ah... a fine question, I want to free the people of this country from the oppression subject unto them. I want us all to be free Bradley. I want to create a land where we can all be treated as equals, where everyone is treated fairly regardless of past misdeeds. And here is where I have to extend my thanks to you Bradley. I did not believe Chapel here could ever return to the fold after his... injuries, but here is the result for all to see, a working, walking Chapel who's so much stronger than he had ever been in his life! On his behalf Bradley, my... our thanks!
"Okay let me rephrase that, what do you want from me?"
"I just need you to unlock your phone Bradley," Giovanni said, indicating the smartphone on the table, "So I may fulfil my noble purpose of purging our city of corrupt government officials and then create utopia in its wake. But before I start sounding selfish and self-centred, let me assure you that I am willing to pay you handsomely for your service, how's half a million in untraceable bills sound to you? Or perhaps you would like your own army of bodyguards picked from the finest men I have in my service?"
"I... just want to go home."
"Ah... that might be a bit touchy a subject."
"Why?"
"No one truly leaves the mob, Bradley, and now that you've been here I can't possibly risk you getting captured by the police."
"Then I'm not unlocking that phone for you Giovanni, no way and no how."
"Well... you're either really brave or really foolish for saying that."
"After what's gone on today, I'd probably think so too."
"The military is going to hunt us all down if you don't unlock this phone, Bradley."
"I couldn't care less about the military, I had that thing for days and no one even came to my door!"
"Okay... you know what?" Giovanni said, sounding a little more flustered than I expected as he leaned onto his sofa, "I don't have time for this, bring them in."
A door opened somewhere, and in stepped none other than 'Brutal' Baxter the monitor lizard, closely followed by his two goons, Hendry and Tommy. The trio turned whiter than snow when they realized just who was standing within reach of them. Chapel simply stared, the intensity of his glare causing Tommy to shiver as they walked as one to face their head honcho.
"Alright, you three have messed up more times than I care to imagine, so I'm offering you one last chance to right your wrongs."
Giovanni picked up my phone and threw it across the desk and into Baxter's trembling hands.
"That thing is locked by one of those insane puzzle locks with billions of combinations, I want you to get it out of him and I don't care how you do it. Now get the hell out of my office, all of you."
***
The Baxter trio and I were thrown into one of the many interrogation chambers hidden in the lower levels. Hendry and Tommy were looking especially gleeful when the doors locked behind us, no doubt overjoyed that it was three versus one in this cramped, tiny space.
"Alright," Baxter announced, "Let's get this over with, tell us the combination Bradley."
"Did you honestly think that would work?" I snapped, leering at the lizard as Tommy whooped in the back, "That's the last thing I'm going to do, I'd rather just sit here and wait for us all to rot before giving the code to your boss."
"You could just tell us and only us?" suggested Hendry, his head twisting around as he examined every corner of the room, "Oh wait can they hear us in here?"
"Who cares?" Tommy interjected, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "We're going to be_giants_ man!" I've always wondered what it felt like to have big muscles!"
"We're not going to get anything if Bradley here doesn't give us the code," Baxter reminded that, waving my phone around their still-gleeful faces, "Now we need to get it, right now in fact so help me!"
As if on cue, the trio lunged as one, crashing into me and clawing at me with their hands and claws. I managed to get a good swing on Tommy, the lynx screaming well before my fist made contact and stumbling away with his hands over his now red nose. But then Hendry managed to grab me, forcing me onto the floor as Baxter jumped onto my face, his hands balled to fists as he pummelled me. It was then did I see that he was still holding my phone, the idiot monitor lizard actually bringing that thing within reach of me.
Punching Hendry in the gut, I threw myself up as best I could and flipped Baxter over. Tommy was still in a corner so I knew he wasn't a threat, so I elbowed Baxter as hard as I could and dove for my phone, punching his wrist a few times until I finally felt his grip breaking.
"NO!" screamed the monitor, struggling with all his might to keep my phone in his grip. Hendry came over to help, jumping onto me and struggling to hold me down with his meagre size. I saw my chance, throwing my bodyweight to one side and sending Hendry crashing into the wall. The other fox swore something fierce, but otherwise remained where he was, nursing his shoulder. It was just Baxter left, and with a mighty yell I drove my elbow into the centre of his forearm, punching him in the side of the face when he opened his mouth to scream.
The moment Baxter released my phone was the moment of my victory, my fingers snatching the phone from his grip as I bounded to the other corner, my trembling hands sliding in the combination to unlock it. It was my turn to wreck some havoc and once I turned myself into a twenty foot muscle freak they were all going to pay, I was going to level this hideout and then make Chapel pay for his betrayal. I was going to keep Giovanni for last, I was going to make him watch his little empire collapsing all around him, and I was going to give him a trashing so good he'd probably spend the rest of his life in a matchbox.
And suddenly a large weight crashed into my shoulders, the impact of Tommy's landing causing the phone to slip from my grasp, two strokes away from being unlocked. I swore, spinning around and smashing Tommy onto the ground just as Baxter and Hendry began picking themselves up. Leaving the lynx to whine on the floor, I threw myself toward my smartphone, struggling madly as Baxter reached out to grab my leg. I still had my free hand, and with a triumphant bellow did I key in the final stroke, the lock screen blinking away as I gave Baxter a good kick.
Then a loud, screeching laughter filled the air, a massive yellow face appearing where my main menu should have been and crackling madly. I stared at my phone, the colour running from my face when I realized what had just happened. I had been tricked.
This wasn't my phone!
"NO!" I cried, crumbling onto the floor when I realized I had just given away the only thing separating Gregory von Giovanni from absolute power. He had asked the Baxter trio for my phone model, of course he was planning something like this! How could I have been so careless?! First Chapel, now this?!
As if to add insult to injury, a microphone crackled from somewhere above me, speakers bursting to life with a voice I did not want to hear right now.
"Congratulations Baxter, Hendry and Tommy," Giovanni laughed, his voice loud, his tone mocking, "I knew you three would be good for something, thank goodness you knew remembered phone model hmm?"
"Oh and you Bradley," Giovanni continued, "I'm sorry you were too stubborn to join my little organisation, and no, none of them knew about my little plan, so don't take it too hard, they didn't outsmart you, I did."
"WE DID IT!" Tommy yelled, the lynx looking around in surprise before covering his head, embarrassed with his sudden outburst, "Um... sorry."
"Uh... okay right whatever," said Giovanni, "Guess I should be rewarding you for first good job ever, Baxter you're first."
My heart skipped a beat at what I just heard, I turned to look at the clearly puzzled Baxter, the monitor just picking himself off the floor when he suddenly jolted, the sound of electricity prickling across his scaly hide filling the air. Oh god no, this was not happening, nonononono NO!
"YES!" Baxter cried as his body began to shake. Hendry and Tommy had their backs against the wall now, just as I did, their eyes wider then dinner plates their leader felt the effects of BMU first hand.
Huge claws thrust from Baxter's fingertips and tore through his shoes. I could see his face contorting, his bones rearranging themselves as his visage took on ferocious undertones. The lizard was laughing now, his once dulled teeth turning into fangs when he opened his hardening maw. He brought up his thin, shapeless arms, and flexed, crying out in ecstasy as great mounds of muscle exploded from where he had none, his entire body hulking out before my very eyes as Baxter made his pleasure known.
The lizard's shirt, once capable of containing his substandard torso, suddenly lost its ability to do so. Baxter's pectoral muscles ballooned outwards, ripping his collar in two as two striated boulders surged into being. His shoulders were growing heavy with muscle, widening several inches at a time and pulling the fabric off his pulsating body. I watched as Baxter's arms went from useless to monstrous; his biceps reaching twenty-two inches in the time it took me to blink. The monitor's trousers were filling up, the base of his pants riding past his ankles as he shot up in height, a massive bulge swelling from his crotch before his muscular thighs ripped through the fabric.
I bit my lip as Baxter's clothes fell off him. The monitor lizard was bigger than all the others in school, his deadly claws and near-bestial visage leaving him more intimidating than any lizard I had ever seen, like a junior Mr Olympia who could give all the adults a run for their money. Baxter was groping his heaving chest muscles with one hand and worshipping his rippling six-pack with the other. More than once the lizard had to adjust his stance, his hulking quads filling up with so much power he was definitely going to walk with a perpetual strut.
And then the lizard let out an almost orgasmic moan, a huge stain spreading across his underwear as Baxter began creaming himself, his huge cock pushing out against the dripping fabric and pulling the waistband away from his body. There must have been twelve inches of cock throbbing before me by the time Baxter reached his max, so much cum gushing through the fabric his orgasm must have lasted an entire minute! Eventually though, Baxter managed to recover, the power within his muscles leaving him looking more smug and fiercer than I ever imagined.
"Aw fuck yeah!" was all he said, the lizard smearing some cum off his briefs and sucking his fingers, "This is so frigging awesome!"
"I knew you would like it," crackled Giovanni's voice, "Hendry you're next."
The other fox had jumped with joy at the sound of his name, only to be caught in mid-air by the blast from my phone. Hendry managed a loud 'URK' before collapsing onto the floor, his entire body trembling violently as his fur stood on end. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, Hendry recovered, the fox blinking a few times before picking himself off the floor. It was then did I see where Hendry once came up to the new Baxter's shoulders, they were now on equal footing, six and a half feet tall and lanky where Baxter was muscled.
"This feels weird man," Hendry said, looking down at his now too small clothes, "How come I'm still... oooohhHHHH!"
Hendry shuddered again, the soft rumbling noise filling the air as the fox's clothes began filling out before my very eyes. His shoulders were widening, his torso filling out in all the right places as his feet burst through his shoes. Like Baxter before him, Hendry kept adjusting his stance to cope with all the added weight, his pectoral muscles causing him to trip forward a few times until he decided he had had enough.
"This shirt fucking sucks!" he boomed, the lowness of his voice startling me as he gripped his school uniform and tore it apart, bits of fabric flying everywhere as his torso packed on insane amounts of mass in mere seconds. Hendry's pants were next, his cock bursting from the zipper and throbbing like crazy before his quads finally ripped through the fabric. The fox gave his lower limbs a few experimental flexes, delighting as each mighty pump tore the fabric even further until it had been reduced to nothing but tattered rags on the floor.
"Oh hell yeah!" Hendry cried, bringing his arms down and striking a most muscular pose, grunting and groaning as entire mountains of beef bulked up across his shoulders and back. I was so terrified by this point I was feeling faint, even as Hendry began jerking himself off did Giovanni's voice ring through the room again.
"And while Hendry is busy enjoying himself, time for Tommy!"
The zap was audible this time, Tommy actually yelling in shock despite the looks he had been giving his buddies. The little lynx managed a soft mew, followed by a bellowing roar that was wrenched from his throat so suddenly everyone jumped. Tommy's right arm suddenly trembled, an rumbling BOOM echoing through the room as an explosion of muscle all but consumed it, turning his spindly limb into a grotesque, muscular monstrosity capped with claws that had to be at_least_ eight inches in length. That bicep alone must have been thirty inches around, so defined that I could see every single fibre rippling under his furry skin. Tommy, who had been holding onto the door handle for support, gave his new arm an experimental flex, the sound of his muscles rumbling nearly reducing him to tears as he admired his new appendage.
Another BOOM, and suddenly Tommy was holding the mangled remains of the stainless steel door handle in his other arm. It too had morphed into a greatly exaggerated specimen of muscle, so powerfully built and so developed I could almost taste the envy emanating from his two partners. Tommy could only stand there and gape, his knees wobbling as he struggled to support all that extra weight. His sleeves had been ripped clean off his uniform, shoulders the size of wrecking balls bulging with barely contained power as the lynx sought to control his breathing.
"Oh god," he moaned, shuddering as he began filling his lungs with air, "Oh god my legs!"
I looked down just in time to see Tommy filling his pants to bursting, molten steel surging into his lower limbs and causing his trousers in many places at once, a fierce battle cry shaking the very foundations of the room as the legs of a super heavyweight bodybuilder burst into being. So many veins writhed and throbbed across his monstrous legs that it made me weak in the knees from just looking. His quads were too massive, too huge, grinding against each other as each individual muscle group bulked out like crazy and caused him to grow even taller.
And then it was time for Tommy's torso, its growth just as explosive as the rest of him. His traps just blew up, swallowing his thickening neck as his shoulders shot out several feet, his back twisting and turning as his spine lengthened in preparation for the incoming muscle. Tommy's monstrous pectoral muscles filled up his shirt so quickly each button was destroyed by a resounding BANG, ricocheting off the walls and ceiling as the lynx expanded in every feasible direction. And then I saw it, where Baxter and Hendry had broad, V-shaped backs, Tommy's over-muscled shoulders were supported by massive lats that flared out on either side of him like the wings of a manta ray, tapering down to a pillar-like waist sporting a hulking eight-pack bulging with insane power.
The once tiny Tommy towered over us at an astonishing seven feet. His face was no longer the childish, immature excuse for a cat, it looked ferocious now, his massive fangs giving his vicious appearance new meaning as his furry face parted for another thunderous bellow. Tommy swept away his ruined clothing with one hand, flexing his mammoth muscles and taking a wide stance. His underwear was still intact somehow, his miniscule penis pressing against the material as though waiting for its own growth spurt.
I stared at it, a tiny little thing that was less than two inches in length, and when Tommy tore his underwear to bits, Hendry let out a muffled giggle. Tommy growled at him, a terrifying sound, and gave his crotch a good flex. As if on cue, his equally tiny testicles suddenly bounced, inflating spectacularly and swelling to the size of honeydews in the blink of an eye, riddled with veins and throbbing so powerfully I could actually hear it from here.
Baxter was staring with his mouth wide out, Hendry was shivering, Tommy himself had started to laugh, his minute penis pulsing softly as it prepped itself for the greatest growth spurt of his life.
"Oh fuck," he growled, "I can feel it, oh god yes... building up inside me... my balls... oh yes... oh fuck! FUCK! AAAGGGHHHH!!!"
BOOM!
Hendry, who had been too close, was knocked off his feet when Tommy's cock exploded with insane size and muscle, the suddenly monstrous head punching him in the gut and sending him crashing onto the floor. The lynx was in full flex, his cock jerking and spewing and spurting as it shot past the twelve inch mark, lurching as it gorged itself on his power, growing bigger and huger and longer until it was two fucking feet long and thicker than a wine bottle!
"I AM COMPLETE!" Tommy roared, his massive cock spraying cum everywhere in celebration of his new size and form, "HAHAHAHA I'M A FUCKING MUSCLE GIANT, AT LAST!"
Giovanni waited until Tommy was done covering Hendry in spunk, his voice almost gleeful as the Baxter Trio finally turned to face me.
"I think I've finally gotten the hang of this," the panther announced over the intercom, "Alright, you three..."
"Get him."