Brandon Twice
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AlternAvengers--Assemble!
🕑 Added 2021-01-23 06:00:46 +0000 UTC[6 word request: Ant-man grows from Hulk’s mutated flu}
(This tale takes place on Earth-11216)
Reed Richards, known to the public as Professor Fantastic, smelled ozone in the air before the literal space before him tore asunder. A shimmer portal expanded from ceiling to floor of his lab. He elongated an elastic arm and wrapped it around his workbench to anchor him as the vacuum of space drew in every post-it note and untethered device into a vortex.
Black boots struck the floor first as Genis-Vell, who seemed to have a starry expanse of space where his face should be, stepped out of the portal. The sonic superheroine known as Songbird stepped out behind him, along with an uncharacteristically full-sized Scott Lang, known more commonly as Ant-Man. The portal closed behind them. The three looked battered and exhausted.
“You said there could be a time/space discrepancy, right Marvel?” Scott asked. “Reed, how long have we been gone?”
Reed consulted the supercomputer strapped to his wrist. “Seven hours, forty-two minutes, six seconds,” he said.
“Good god,” Songbird said, placing a hand to her forehead as she wobbled on her feet. “It’s been more like months for us…”
“Do I have to adjust my birthday, or…” Ant-Man began. Reed ignored his levity, focusing on the glowing sphere, composed of solid sound generated by Songbird, that hovered between them.
WIthout moving from his spot, Reed’s torso stretched toward the sphere. “I was about to ask where our friend Bruce Banner is, but…” Contained within the glowing sphere was a half-inch tall man. Reed’s hyper-contact lenses allowed him to visually zoom in to see that the tiny man, who seemed enraged and fighting against the solid-sound prison with all of his might, was green and absurdly muscular. “He seems enraged,” Reed noticed.
“More than that,” Genis said. “Have you seen his face? There was nothing remotely human in him by the time we caught up to him.”
“Yeah, we tracked him into the Negative Zone where Annihilus trapped him,” Ant-Man began as Songbird stumbled toward a chair, collapsing into it. “But turns out our buddy can, I guess, punch holes into alternate dimensions when he gets angry enough!”
“He challenged Lord Chaos and Master Order,” Genis said, his starry cape fluttering around him despite there being no air currents in the room.
“We had to play a kind of living chess with them to get him back,” Songbird said, gently massaging her neck.
“And in the end we only won because of one of those logic loopholes in the way they set up the rules when we started,” Scott said. “Honestly, cosmic entities must thing us Avengers are real pains in the ass.”
“Are you sure that’s him?” Reed said. The inch tall muscular beast looked feral; he had massive horns bursting from his forehead, like a goat, and several rows of buzzsaw-like teeth. With his glowing red eyes, he didn’t even look human any more.
“My cosmic senses detected that Bruce Banner is--or at least was--in there, somewhere,” Genis said, gesturing toward the orb.
“Can I release him now?” Songbird asked. “I’m gonna need about a gallon of tea and honey and a week of silence after what we’ve just gone through.”
Reed’s arm stretched across the lab, returning with a clear sheet of plastic. He set it on his workbench and gestured to Songbird to lift the orb to it. As the tiny, monstrous Hulk was released to the plastic, a cube of force appeared around him, trapping him.
“This device will constantly counter his force output,” Reed began as he activated a scanner and started to study their tiny teammate. “The more he struggles, the tighter it will constrain him. I’m going to study him to try to see what caused this transformation of him. You can all retire for the week. I’ll call in the others to take over until you’ve fully recovered.”
“Genis, can you teleport me to my room?” Songbird said, her head slumping into her hands. “If not, I promise you, you’ll find in the hallway with my brain oozing out of my ear.”
Scott hopped to his feet, flashing his charming smile. “I’m going to have to stick around, actually,” he said, shrugging and flashing his dimples. “See, normally my shrink-power is a one-and-done sort of thing--I shrink myself, or I shrink other stuff, then I go on about my day--but the Hulk’s power is making it REALLY hard. I’ve been actively forcing him to stay shrunk this entire time.” A tiny trickle of blood welled up below his left nostril and arced around his mouth. His tongue darted out and he winced. “Oof, damn. Songbird, I think I’m beating you with the brain leakage.”
“Good god,” Reed said. “I’ll be sure to work quickly.”
***
“Well, great news,” Reed said, peering into a microscope. Scott sat on a nearby desk, kicking his legs while he held an ice pack against his head, his nose stuffed with gauze.
“I’m seeing about four of you,” Scott said, his head tilting lazily toward the scientist, whose arms had stretched, twisted and looped around so many times they looked like an intricate bow. “So at this point, any news is good news.”
“It seems that while he was in the Negative Zone,” Reed recounted, “he was infected by some sort of virus. Normally his system would have resisted it, but our friend here constantly emits gamma radiation, which caused the virus to mutate… but I believe I can extract the irradiated viral load. His healing factor should take care of the rest. When I give the word, Scott, I want you to reabsorb your Pym particles. Understood?”
Scott staggered across the floor woozily. “Understood,” he groaned.
“NOW, Scott!” Reed fired some kind of weapon at the tiny Hulk, bathing him in violet light. At the same time, Scott altered the flow of the mysterious particles that kept the Hulk tiny, pulling them back to their source, a small gland at the base of his skull. A force wave blasted across the laboratory, knocking Scott clear and causing Reed’s elastic body to ripple and shudder. When the light faded, Bruce Banner--all 7 feet and 1000 pounds of solid, gamma-powered muscles--stood before them, his Hulk-sized cock swinging between massive quads.
“Reed?” Bruce said in his deep, booming voice. He touched his face, seeming to relax as his fingers traced over the large-but-still-human features. “Reed, how long have I been… gone?”
Reed’s body looked like a melting candle. He struggled to pull his body into a cohesive form, but it pulsed and rippled, clearly traumatized from whatever energy had released from Bruce’s body. “A long time,” Reed said shakily. “Scott? Are you okay?” His neck twisted and stretched as he searched the smoky room for their comrade.
Scott’s body burst up so quickly, Reed barely had time to shift his body into a canopy to protect his lab from falling debris. When the rubble finally settled, Reed and Bruce were staring at a massive, booted foot--that lifted up and out of the hole in the lab’s ceiling and stomped away.
***
Robbie Baldwin, the Avenger known as Speedball, stared up at a skyscraper-sized Ant-Man anxiously. Scott had torn his own costume open, leaving him shirtless while his pants struggled to contain his enlarged bulk and his throbbing package. “Uh, guys?” he said, his voice warbling with otherworldly distortion. “Why does Scott not seem to recognize any of us?”
Karl Kreel, the Absorbing Man, brushed some dust off his shirtless, muscular torso and ran a hand over his bald head. “Maniac can’t see us. He’s too damned big!” Kreel stomped toward the enormous man’s mammoth foot. “Hey! You big moron! I don’t know what’s crawled up your ass but it’s time to shrink down!” He placed a hand on the pavement beneath him. In a moment, his flesh had shifted to match the pavement. He ran at Scott’s foot, full-speed, but the giant man casually batted away the stone pest. Kreel soared away, landing hundreds of yards in the distance.
Eric Masterson, the mortal in possession of Thor’s Hammer known as Thunderstrike, swung his hammer above his head until winds propelled him from the ground. Scott swatted at the bearded hero, but Thunderstrike deftly dodged the giant, unwieldy limbs. As he got closer to Scott’s face, he noticed the adorable features of their teammate had shifted to something like a neanderthal.
Clouds gathered overhead as lightning lit up the skies. “Ant-Man, this is your final warning,” Thunderstrike boomed. “Either relent, or face the wrath of the thunder god!”
A giant hand snatched the hammer-wielding hero from the air like he was a bug. Ant-man squeezed little Thunderstrike tightly, only his head protruding from the giant fist.
“C’mon now,” Thunderstrike boomed, easily prying apart Scott’s fingers. “Even at your size, you’re no match for--” His voice cut off as Scott’s eyes burned with violet light. Thunderstrike looked down as his muscles started to contract. “What the--what’s…” His massive, muscular form was thinning out! His costume looked ridiculous on him now, as his flimsy limbs easily gave way to Scott’s giant, crushing hand.
Scott lifted a massive arm, exposing a sweaty armpit before shoving the now reed-thin Thunderstrike into the warm nook. Scott slammed his arm down in relish, enjoying the feeling of the tiny hero wriggled around in his hot, sweaty armpit.
An elastic sound echoed through the air as Speedball built up kinetic energy, vaulting himself off the ground, bouncing between the massive arch of Scott’s legs before hurtling straight down at the ground again--and then straight up, directly at Scott’s at maximum velocity.
All the kinetic energy died out, however, as Speedball’s wiry frame suddenly bloated out with muscle. Scott licked his lips as he focused his energies at his little teammate whose frame ballooned out. By the time Speedball was at Scott’s eye level, he looked like a human pincushion, his arms and legs forced out straight by the absurd amounts of muscle that had rendered the hero almost spherical and entirely immobile. Each of his limbs was much thicker than his waist had been before. Robbie’s face was nearly obscured by the rise of his gigantic pecs; his eyes looked anxiously out over the wall of muscle he’d become as he realized he was about to plummet back to the ground.
Before he fell, however, Scott snatched him from the airs, licking the pile of quivering muscles from top to bottom before shoving the Speedball--now more of a “Muscleball”--down the front of his pants, wedged firmly between the material of his uniform and his rock-hard, mac-truck-sized cock. Speedball couldn’t move much, but the little twitching that he could do made Scott’s massive cock throb and lurch, buckets of precum forming a growing wetspot in Ant-Man’s superhero suit.
“That’s it!” Bruce Banner, the 7-foot tall Hulk boomed from Scott’s feet. Still nude, Bruce slammed his powerful fists together, sending out a shockwave that Scott easily shrugged off. He lifted a foot, stomping it down on the--to him--buglike annoyance, but Bruce rolled out of the way.
Using the incredible strength of his enormous legs, Bruce leapt up toward Scott’s face, smashing his fists together again at the apex of the jump. Scott winced as if he’d been slapped, but still grabbed the jade giant easily by clapping his hands together like he was squashing a moth.
Scott growled, his brain functioning on an animalistic level. His eyes lit up as he examined the musclebound specimen struggling between his palms. He pried his hands apart and examined the Hulk’s enormous muscles, flexing and rippling as he struggled to fight back against the giant’s assault. A dollop of drool escaped his lips as he grabbed the hulk by the waist, turned him upside down, and forced the most powerful being on earth’s cock into his mouth.
The Hulk roared and writhed as Scott slurped at the Hulk’s instantly hard cock.
On the ground, the Absorbing Man, having recovered from his assault (and absorbed a piece of steel debris) stared up at the massive Ant-Man. He saw Thunderstrike still struggling in Scott’s damp, deep armpit, with Speedball, blown up beyond belief, getting squashed by Scott’s freakishly large dick, all while Scott sucked on an inverted Hulk like he was a gamma-irradiated lollipop.
“Fuck this, I’m going back to crime!” he said, his steel skin glinting as he ran from the situation as fast as he could.
While the Hulk could probably have forced the Scott’s jaw open, it was the massive suction that had him locked in place. The Hulk had never felt anything like it--Scott’s warm, wet mouth slurping over his kong-sized cock while the big tongue lapped up the emerald precum flowing from Bruce like a faucet.
Suddenly Scott fell forward, ending up on all fours. He pounded a crater into the earth with one fist as he bucked his hips. Everything built to a crescendo and Scott flexed his hips as a wave of his cum flooded his pants, saturating pure Robbie down below. His body clenched so hard that, had Thunderstrike not been invulnerable, he would have ended up a mushy stain. It was Scott’s tight-lipped grunting that pushed poor Hulk over the edge, the vibrations causing the green beast to spew his load as well.
Then, for a few moments, the only sound was Scott’s breathing echoing across the ruined grounds surrounding Avengers mansion. He spat the Hulk out. Bruce landed on the ground in a pile of spit and cum, breathing heavily himself with a slight smile on his face. Scott relax and Thunderstrike tumbled from his armpit. He reached down his own pants and pulled out Speedball, who looked like a glazed donut as he struck the ground and rolled around a bit.
At first it wasn’t noticeable to the battered and exhausted Avengers, but Scott’s height started to reduce very quickly. Within minutes he was half as high. Soon after he was a thirty foot giant, then only slightly taller than the Hulk. At his normal size, he collapsed weakly to the ground.
Bruce stood and offered a thick hand to the downed hero. “Reed put a vaccine in my blood. He told me to administer it to you however I could.”
“What about us?” Thunderstrike said in a high-pitched voice, staring anxiously up at Scott, who now towered over him--clearly trying to stay away from the gargantuan Hulk.
“MMMPH!” Robbie whimpered, his face so musclebound he could barely pry his lips apart. His fingers and toes wiggled, his overblown muscles only able to slightly twitch.
“I’ll… I… uh…” Scott’s body crumpled as he tried to stand. Seconds later he was snoring.
“Reed’ll get you guys squared away,” Bruce said, giving Thunderstrike a playful nudge that made the little guy completely topple over. He rubbed his massive green mitt along the insane slope of Robbie’s twitching pec. “Eventually.”
