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[Commission] Atomic
Commission for Anubiis_werewolf, your usual growy shenanigans but with a human face this time round? Le gasp!
In all seriousness though it was as always a blast to write, and I'm happy with how it turned out, so hey ho ^^
Atom Smasher belongs to DC comics, not me.
Atomic
Much like an ordinary day, downtown Metropolis was in utter chaos. Unlike an ordinary day however, this chaos was accompanied by bullets whizzing through the air and the steady drone of police sirens from outside the bank. The scene looked like something out of a movie, what must have been dozens of cop cars all with cops hiding behind the doors, firing into the bank in a full-on shootout with those inside.
“Sir! We can’t hold this position much longer, they’ve got more supplies and more cover!”
Sergeant Darrel grimaced. Normally he’d lock it down and wait for them to run out of food, but Central Bank was built like a fortress, complete with supplies in case the occupants were held captive by terrorists. Ironically it was these same supplies that were allowing the terrorists to hold them captive for so long, something that was not lost on the Sergeant. Furthermore it wasn’t just an ordinary bank - there was something in the inner vaults that not even he had clearance to know about. He only knew that it was there, and that they were probably after it as he stood there trying to figure out a way in. Waiting wasn’t an option, but from their current position storming the bank was proving impossible too. It was a problem he had been puzzling over for the past half an hour, but just as he was at his wits end the solution walked into the picture.
Atom Smasher - also known as Albert Rothstein to those closer to him - was a recognisable figure, and a big one at that. At a hefty 7’6 he was already large, much of his bulk hidden underneath a long trench coat, but as he approached he pulled it off to reveal his typical red hero uniform, bracers on his wrists and beefy arms hanging by his sides.
“Need a hand, officer?” Darrel sighed in relief as Albert strolled up, seemingly at ease despite the chaos surrounding them.
“Definitely. 17 hostiles, 4 hostages, entire building is secured from the ground up. We can’t get them out.”
“Leave it with me.” The hero walked towards the building, bullets bouncing off his chest and arms with sharp, resonant pings. Seeing him walking forward the robbers covering the entrance intensified their fire, a couple wielding assault rifles that began spraying bullets at an alarming rate - still Albert walked forward, as if he were walking through a light summer breeze rather than a hail of bullets. Panic overtook the robbers now as they saw just how ineffective their weapons were, and while some fled others pulled out knives and knuckledusters, readying themselves for a fistfight.
“Knock knock.” Albert knocked on the door, but the second knock was hard enough to send the front door flying inwards, thick metal skittering across the marble floor. He was greeted by even more bullets, and still his expression didn’t change from stoic and businesslike as he strode forward and engaged the nearest crooks. The ones that just tried to punch him were quickly neutralised, meaty fists smacking into chests and stomachs, bodies flying out of his way with unnatural speed. The ones that tried to stab him with knives ended up with broken wrists as he calmly grabbed the blades and twisted them out of their hands, the edges blunting against his skin.
“Gentlemen, please. Turn yourselves in and this will be a lot easier.” His statement was answered with another attempt at stabbing his leg, and he sighed as he grabbed the knife and folded it into a ball, much to the terror of the robber that had used it.
“W-what are you!?”
“I’m Atom Smasher. Also known as your worst case scenario.” The thief would have replied but the only thing flying from his mouth was spittle as Albert sent him flying. Looking around at the piles of groaning bodies, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. “Right. Time to break the vault.” he muttered to himself, walking down further into the bank.
Strangely enough there was little resistance elsewhere in the bank, just the occasional masked criminal casually leaning against a wall here and there. It wasn’t until he got to the vault that he realised why - they had all locked themselves in there, presumably in the hope that Albert wouldn’t be able to get to them. Oh how wrong they were.
The vault door was massive, a perfectly circular disc of solid metal, several feet thick and locked in more ways than he cared to count. Not that the locks mattered anyway, he thought with a grin as he squared up to it. Pulses of growth lit up his frame as he bulked up in preparation for what was to come, long strokes of muscle curling around his arms and legs, firming up his torso. In a few seconds he was pushing 9ft tall and even more thickly built than before, and when he went to grip the vault door his fingers sunk into the metal. Slowly, powerfully, he began to crumple the steel disk inwards like an empty soda can. The sound was apocalyptic, tortured metal screeching as he leveraged his body to tear it from the wall. Every muscle bulged as he slowly peeled the door away, exposing the understandably terrified would-be robbers inside. They fired at him with strange-looking weapons, including one that sent a painful electric charge coursing through his body - he hit the wielder of that one so hard he went through the ceiling. The others didn’t put up much of a resistance despite their various advanced pieces of technology, and soon there was a pile of bad guys lying on the floor in the middle of the vault.
“Well you tried.” He said casually to the groaning pile of bodies. “But I wouldn’t bank on winning if I were you. Nonono, that’s terrible, come on. Bank on it? Really?” He continued to mutter to himself as he walked back towards the entrance.
Outside it was mercifully quiet, the air full of flashing lights but no sirens or bullets. Everyone was watching the entrance carefully, and when they saw Albert exit with a bad guy over each shoulder the force erupted into cheers.
“Thank you all, another day’s work. Officer, Sergeant, thank you.” He acknowledged the cheering police officers around him, but something still felt….off. He put it down to the weapon the guy had hit him with, everything still tingly. “You’ll need to send in a few squads to recover the hostages, but all threats have been neutralised.” He made himself shrink back down as he walked over, not wanting to intimidate the officers too much, but as he walked over he noticed he still loomed over them by quite a bit.
“Wow you’re big.” This came from a nearby junior officer, who was craning his neck to see the full extent of Albert’s brawn, and the hero nodded. He tried shrinking again, and again it seemed as if nothing changed - he got the usual sensation that accompanied his powering down, but he remained the same size as always.
“Good job out there, you saved our asses.” If Darrel was taken aback by the hulking monster standing casually in front of him, he wasn’t showing it. “I’ll have Bravo clean up the rest. You can.....uh….shrink down now.”
“I would if I could. They hit me with something weird in there, I think it’s done something to my powers. What were they using?”
An officer of Darrel’s rank wouldn’t be caught shrugging in a million years, but the sergeant came perilously close. “That’s above both of our pay grades. I can tell you that if I’m not cleared to know about it then it’s either Class 1 military or higher, so nothing good.”
Albert sighed as he tried and failed to shrink yet again. However when he stopped concentrating this time he noticed something very worrying: the officers looked smaller than before. He was well-attuned to differences in size, having experienced them more or less all his life, and he could tell that he had grown at least a foot taller. He certainly wasn’t trying to grow, but as he closed his eyes he could feel that electric tingling surging around his body, nothing more than a light fizzing now, but slowly getting stronger.
“Sir, would any of those weapons happen to be based around electromagnetic technology, EMPs, anything like that?”
Darrel tilted his head. “Again, I wouldn’t know. Why do you ask?”
“Because I think it’s messed with my powers.” Albert grunted as he tried to shrink down again and instead pulsed taller, approaching 10 feet tall now. “I can’t shrink back down. Plus it feels weird, like I’m full of energy for some reason. Like I’m...bursting.” He struggled to put it into words, mainly because he was trying to describe a sensation that was very new for him. It felt like his body was brimming with bubbles, lightly frothing against the inside of his skin, sending little sparks of electricity jittering around his system whenever they popped. Another swell of size, and this one made him quiver a little bit - that feeling of electricity in his body got even stronger as he swelled bigger, and he found himself liking it. Very much so.
“You want some space, or…”
“Yeah, you might want to take a step back.” Albert groaned as the energy welled up, forcing him another foot taller. “I can’t shrink down until I use all this energy, and the only way I can do that is by growing. The only way is up.”
“Roger that. All units fall back, far as you can.” Darrel saluted and got back into his cop car, backing it away as Albert hunched over, grunting and swelling larger. He was struggling to stop himself growing now, not wanting to get too big with civilians nearby, but as he watched the cops and pedestrians retreat to a safe distance, he sighed with relief. Now he could let go without fear of harming innocents, and let go he did.
“MMMNGH!” Albert grunted as muscle exploded across his body, thick spurts heaving him upwards in size. Great slabs of strength burst into existence, anchoring themselves into his bones before swelling immensely, cords of raw strength winding around his limbs over and over again. Immediately he shot upwards, power coursing through him as he pushed past 12 feet, then 15, then 18. He was accustomed to the feeling of his strength surging, of the world becoming soft and light around him, but this was something else entirely. This was power on another scale entirely, what felt like crackling arcs of electricity joining the space between his bones and nerves, running sparking fingers up and down his spine. He’d never known it to ever feel so good, and the more he swelled upwards the better it felt. 20 feet came and went, and as he looked down he realised that his body was even more muscular than it usually was. Even contained in his hero costume his body stood out in sharp relief, every muscle visible under the fabric.
More size, more strength, a deluge of it now. It wasn’t an even growth all over, not like resizing an image - instead it seemed to flow around his body in thick, messy spurts. Sometimes an arm would swell up, the bicep exploding into a mountain of quivering mass, other times his torso would flare outwards like the wings of a manta ray, heaving out in size. His whole frame thickened, inches of muscle wrapping themselves around bone as he grew wider, thicker, heavier. His top was already feeling the strain as his shoulders pressed against the seams, thread cutting into his armpits as it was forced apart. Each heavy swell of growth was accompanied by a grunt of pleasure as that electric tingling coursed around his body, slowly getting stronger and stronger. What was once a light tingle was now closer to a faint current, like the kind you get from a joke hand buzzer. Fat pulses of strength rolled around him in waves of power, some here, some there, all accompanied by that sense of the power growing rather than diminishing.
Despite the pleasure Albert was growing worried. He’d hoped that by growing it would use the power up, but it seemed the opposite was happening - the more he grew the more the energy allowed him to grow. Even more worryingly, he had a hunch that the only way to break this cycle was to just outgrow it completely, and right now he was in the middle of an annoyingly fragile city. Even at this level of growth he was quickly approaching 25 feet tall, which was past merely large and verging into the territory of gigantic. Just a glance at his body was enough to confirm this - his arms alone were thicker than most people’s torsos, his abs like sculpted rock and deep enough to make a bodybuilder cry. Even through his shirt it was obvious that he was completely shredded, and yet despite the fabric clinging to his body he was still full of mass, lacking the wrapped look that most who attained his level of muscularity sported. Looking down he watched as right before his eyes his chest pulsed forward, thick strokes of strength forming larger and larger accumulations. His arms were already trunks of muscle, but now those knotted forearms and biceps were surging larger than ever. He’d been this size before of course, but out in the open, not in the middle of a city that he definitely did not have the money to pay for if he broke.
As another pulse of growth bumped him up to 30 feet, he realised that his original plan of simply waiting the growth out was no longer viable. He was getting far too large far too quickly, and if he stayed here any longer he’d be too large to fit between the buildings, and things would go downhill quickly from there. As if to prove his point another surge of growth animated his arm and sent his elbow scything into the nearest building, the thick muscle around it shattering desks and walls, the sleeve tearing a bit as his skin refused to yield to the seam biting into it. Even as he pulled it out he watched it grow even wider, watched it tremble for a second and then slowly swell with raw power, with utterly unstoppable force. He grinned at the thought of arm-wrestling someone like this, of engulfing their hand in his and watching as they tried to move his massive limb with biceps not even a quarter of the size of his. It wouldn’t even have been a contest, he was so much bigger than even bodybuilders at this point - the difference between him and an ordinary human was almost obscene, and it was only getting more so. The closest shore was East from here, and so after a quick look around to make sure he wasn’t going to step on anything he took a step in that direction. Immediately he was met with a chorus of rips as the seams on his trousers were strained to their limit, the added strain caused by the movement enough to start pulling threads out. He winced and looked down, relieved that it only seemed to be his trousers giving up. His clothes were designed to grow with him to a certain extent, but he had passed their maximum a little while back now, and it was starting to feel uncomfortable as his body was restrained by the cloth. He could feel two separate restrictions on his movement, one from his muscles preventing certain joints from closing all the way, and the other from his clothes preventing them from opening too far out. Already his shirt was filled out, pressing against his chest and slowly sinking into the gaps between his abs, each muscle picked out in glorious detail. His feet too were feeling compressed on all sides as his shoes bent his toes in awkward directions. It wasn’t exactly painful, but as his clothes grew tighter and tighter it was annoyingly uncomfortable.
Another step was heralded by more rips, followed by a rather loud clang that signified one of the clasps on his armbands pinging away. He winced as it struck the side of a nearby building in a shower of dust, holding his hands out placatingly to the understandably scared inhabitants. Even as he did so the energy buzzed and he swelled larger, his top going from tight to looking like it was painted on, his trousers swollen and tight. It was like his body was bursting from some sort of strange cocoon, and the longer he denied it the more it was starting to hurt as threads pressed into his skin. It was a testament to the strength of the fabric that he could even feel it against his body, for this was the same skin that bullets had pinged off without even so much as a scratch - his growing form was proving too much for even the toughened composite material. Even his customary tank top was struggling to stay together due to the sheer amount of mass packed into his upper torso, the hems around his shoulders riding way up until they were almost at his thick neck.
“Fine.” He sighed, resigned to what he was about to do next. He sucked in a breath and wondered which of his clothes would be the first to go, deciding that his trousers would be a good start. Merely tensing his thighs was enough to start the process, threads slowly fraying as his body grew into any available space, the trousers riding up his calves before splitting open at the bottom. He watched the rips gently travel up the seam, exposing more of a pair of perfectly teardrop-shaped calves, before reaching his thighs and quickly falling apart with a long SCHHHRRIIP. With the first tear came many more as his body continued to grow, bits of his trousers falling around him and leaving nothing but the waistband clinging to his midriff. It was hidden underneath his belt, the metal stopping it from splitting apart, but that wasn’t going to happen for too long. His belt lasted much longer than the rest of his trousers, thanks in part to the metal clasp holding it together, but as he broadened it finally proved too much for the titanium to handle. A loud chink marked the buckle exploding, and as he breathed in the whole thing warped to the contours of his growing body. When he exhaled the thing simply fell off him, warped so far out of shape that you could see the imprint of Albert’s waist on the inside of it. Having sorted out his lower body he turned his attention to his tank top, breathing in and flexing his chest. It stretched further than even he thought possible, cutting deep into the grooves between his muscles, but as his pecs puffed outwards it slowly started to rip down the middle. It wasn’t a clean rip, strands clinging to either side as it was pulled apart at the seams, but with Albert still piling on muscle it was only a matter of time. Meanwhile his shoulders were swelling into fibrous cannonballs of power, round and solid, and his long-suffering sleeves had finally had enough. The seams were fraying as growing muscle pushed them to their limit, and still Albert grew, past what they could take. The eventual rip sent a blessed wave of blood flowing down his arm - he hadn’t realised just how tight they had been, red lines in his arms where they had been cutting into the muscle, and now they were gone his body responded by swelling even larger. The last of his tank top provided all the resistance of tissue paper as his body sheared it apart, flimsy fabric made into scraps by flesh and blood. He struck a pose that probably gave more than a few bystanders nosebleeds, pumping his chest up to get rid of the last scraps of the top still clinging to his beefy chest, and after a moment of fiddling he even managed to pick out the pieces that had gotten stuck between his pecs, simply held there by the weight of the muscles around them. The most relief came from his shoes though, which had been compressing his growing feet more and more as he pressed against the insides of them, the fabric warping so much the outlines of his toes were visible. The ends burst outwards in a small explosion of fabric, his toes unfurling to occupy the new space and widening the gap as they did so. The first rip was only the start, as now the structure had been weakened the seams holding the sole to the rest of the shoe started to fall apart. A few more seconds of growth was enough to rip the sole away from the rest of the shoe, his ankles briefly catching on the rims before ripping them apart, the entire thing simply pulled to pieces from the inside out. He took a moment to step out of the destroyed rubber and fabric, relishing the way his bare feet sank into the concrete ever so slightly, loving the feeling of air finally circulating around his slightly aching digits.
After that there wasn’t much left, only his boxers (which he’d been assured would grow as much as he could), his armbands and various straps and bracers around certain muscles of his body. His mask too was still in place, made from the same material but even more resistant to his growth; he was thankful he’d taken the time to actually consider what his outfit might have to go through. Still, the leather harnesses surrounding his major muscle groups were too tight for his liking. He dealt with the straps around his legs first of all, squatting gently until the ones on his thighs split like rotten leather, chain links clinking as they fell apart. The harness around his chest was attached at multiple points but held with a single ring near his midriff, meaning that all he had to do was flex his chest outwards and strain the metal until it bent and buckled. He huffed as he did this, not even noticing now as a few more pounds of muscle distributed themselves around his body, as his strength continued to grow. The final straps were the ones around his biceps, and these gave him an opportunity to really get a good look at just how much bigger he was. He flexed the left arm first, watching in amazement at the peak the muscle made on his girthy limb, grinning as he watched the strap quiver and then finally snap in two as he gave an extra hard squeeze. The right arm followed a similar pattern, although he made sure to take the time to really crank the muscle upwards, slowly firing his bicep up and up until it ripped the strap apart, relishing the sudden release of tension. He always loved to see how big he got and now was no exception: he could have watched his arm all day, that weighty bulge of strength just blowing up wider and higher at his command.
The armbands were the last part of his outfit to feel the power ripping them apart from the inside. To their credit they had lasted the longest of any of his clothes, straining to contain all the growing bulk within, but at 40 feet Albert was far too big for them now. Pings resonated through the air as the clasps exploded under the tension, and with two gunshot-like clangs the pair of them exploded into metal fragments. He grunted as the sudden swell of unrestrained energy jumped him up even higher, so high that he was peering over the tops of nearby buildings. His fears were coming to pass, as he moved around he noticed he was beginning to rub up against nearby buildings, shattering windows here and there. He was already leaving hefty divots in the concrete, craters marking his steps as if he were walking in fresh snow, and he knew that he would only make things worse the bigger he got. But oh, how good it felt, to feel the power surging through him, to feel his body tighten and twist and firm….
He shook his head to snap himself out of his little reverie, returning his attention to the task at hand as he continued to shuffle his way towards the coast. The electricity inside him was now full on knife-in-a-wall-socket level powerful, zippy crackles of energy racing through his veins and nerves, making him smile with every heartbeat. He was unconsciously panting, it felt so good. Another swell and he felt his back push up against a building behind him - not good, he was already becoming too wide. What was worse his body had no yield to it, diamond muscles simply crushing through glass and steel wherever they made contact. His movement towards the coast was heralded by a rain of splintered windows and broken streetlamps, shards of concrete flying around his feet as each step sunk deep into the ground.
“Just a little further.” He muttered to himself, and he wasn’t lying - the harbour was in sight, plenty of expensive boats but more importantly nothing to get in the way of his impending growth. He was sure it was speeding up, for it had taken him several minutes to get to half this size and maybe 30 seconds to almost double that again, now unable to shift to either side without pushing into a nearby building. He seriously considered just walking through them for a couple of seconds before his mind caught up to the idea and dismissed it from his head - too big a chance of civilian casualties. His brain was addled with pleasure, but his core beliefs were too strong to shake.
After a tense couple of minutes he finally breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the mercifully building-free harbour. Squeezing himself out from between the narrow streets of the main city, he took a look back and winced at the trail of destruction he had left. Craters of increasing depth, twin trails of destruction left by his wide shoulders dragging through the buildings either side of him, car alarms blaring citywide. He’d made quite the mess, and judging from the power still pulsing through his body he was nowhere near done yet.
Now unburdened by the possibility of destroying the city, he really began to pour on size. He was already bigger than most of the nearby buildings, but as the energy in him evolved into thunderous bolts of power he very quickly eclipsed all of them. Numbers melted into each other as he blasted up further than he ever had before, exploding past 100 feet, 200, 300. All the while his body heaved out in mass, literal tons of muscle packing themselves into his frame until there was almost no space left, new muscles fighting to anchor themselves into his frame and enhance his strength. He knew for a fact that the tallest building in the city was 437 feet tall, and once he passed it he didn’t have any other way of measuring his height. Not that it mattered when he had quite literally an ocean of electrical power flowing through his veins - it was a feeling that came close to orgasmic in sensation, long blasts of mind-bending tension that left him drooling each time. It didn’t help that with every pulse of sensation he doubled, tripled in mass, growing far more than he had any right to. The tallest city buildings were knee high to him now, and as yet another surge buckled his knees, he almost fell on top of it. He caught himself at the last second, breathing a sigh of relief - at this size he would probably crush half the city with his body alone, let alone the damage he’d cause picking himself out of it.
What was strange was that he was still getting stronger. He could feel it in the way the world around him seemed to grow lighter, more distant. It was like everything was made from foam, everything around him seemed almost fake. When you were so strong that you could crush rock into lava with your bare hands, it was hard to believe this was really the case - the brain still forces you to believe that rocks are hard, and that this putty you’re moulding cannot be rock, it must be something else. But Albert’s body was a testament to this strength, the visual proof that it wasn’t fake. He sported arms thicker than entire buildings, biceps so large that he could flex them on the bottom floor of an apartment and send the peak through the roof, thighs that speared into the ground like redwood trees. Every single inch of his body was supercharged with strength, every shred of muscle rock solid and full of power waiting to be unleashed, only growing stronger with time.
He watched the city slowly shrink further and further down, going from waist height, down to knee-high, shrinking to somewhere down by his ankle. It was strange, seeing your scale of perspective change so drastically, and even though Albert was very used to it by now it still caught him a little off guard. Being this big, this strong, he wasn’t used to it. Then the worst case scenario - he tried to move and misjudged his step, tripping over a nearby mountain as he clipped a foot on it. With an awful crunch his bare foot came right down on top of the city, and he gasped as he realised he’d just inadvertently destroyed it. Only he hadn’t; looking closer he could see it safe and sound, nestled in the gap between his toes. He didn’t know whether to be relieved at his luck or amazed at how large he was, settling for a healthy mixture of both. Just for the sake of it he flexed an arm and compared it to the city, noting that his bicep was now larger than the entire thing. Somewhere down there was a tiny police officer in an even tinier cop car, maybe having worked out a bit, maybe thinking he was pretty strong compared to most guys. The thought of anything being strong compared to Albert was laughable now. They didn’t even know what strength was, he had more strength in one finger than the entire city had combined! He hovered a finger over it, marvelling at the size, at how easy it would be to just lower his hand and leave the city a smear in the ground. He’d need to be very careful around it, having already almost destroyed it once.
He had bigger problems though - the ground beneath him was shifting, dipping downwards around him. He was so thick and heavy that his body was actually shifting the tectonic plate he was standing on, the end he was standing on tilting down and the other end rising into the air. His feet had sunk deep into the ground already, so deep that cracks were forming around his soles and lava was steeping his toes in warm fire, but now those hundreds of tons of muscle were literally warping the earth around him. He was too big, too heavy, and still he grew. He could feel the energy finally, mercifully starting to abate, those almighty bolts of pleasurable lightning fading with every spurt, and he sighed as he shifted to try and stop himself sinking into the earth itself. Something caught in his throat, as if he’d choked on something, and as he looked around he realised his head was beginning to breach the atmosphere, his frame simply too tall to stand on the earth. He was forced to kneel, bring his head close to the ground as if listening to the floor, struggling to keep his body under the atmosphere as the last vestiges of growth officially made him by far the largest and strongest being on the planet.
The inhabitants of Metropolis were fearful, not just because of the incomprehensibly large form blotting out the sun, or the very frequent earthquakes rattling the city. No, they were fearful because just above them was a massive eye, as big as the entire city and then some, staring past them. To the being above they were ants, all they could make out beyond that eye was the swell of a muscular frame. Only these were muscles like planets themselves, like satellites or moons coalescing into a single frame of incomprehensible strength.
Albert sighed as he heard screams rising from the city. The energy had finally dissipated, and now he was stuck clinging to the planet for air, his grip gouging chunks out of the land and his muscles heavy enough to sink the tectonic plate he was on. It was, all in all, a regrettable situation.
Then again, he thought as he flexed an arm that could have crushed a continent in the gap between bicep and shoulder, he didn’t have to rush. Looking over himself was an exercise in extremes, nothing but mile after mile of thick, juicy muscle, striated beyond belief and just...big. Mind-bendingly, brain-meltingly big. Just standing there his body hung thick with muscle everywhere the eye could see, sunk half a mile into the ground and so wide around the calves that those craters were gigantic gouges in the earth, rounded holes bored deep into the ground. His chest was a single gigantic shelf of pure strength, literal miles of raw power compressed into a pair of pecs that were the size of countries, swollen with more power than a nuclear bomb. Just flexing them showed that this was no exaggeration, and he bounced them gleefully, unaware that just that movement alone displaced enough air to cause high winds in the city far below. And his arms, well, safe to say they were massive. Immense, vascular pillars of strength that stuck out at a 45 degree angle from his body, biceps that dwarfed mountain ranges in both size and solidity, forearms like metal girders brimming with undisguised strength. They weren’t just arms, they were muscle-powered weapons of mass destruction - a punch from him now wouldn’t just leave a hole, it would damn near crack the planet in two. That wasn’t even paying attention to his abs, a 12 pack of godlike proportions and definition that even Albert was amazed by. Perfectly symmetrical even at the size of a small island each, they were round globes of nothing but steely muscle, so huge they looked like cannonballs poking out of his stomach. He was perfection, not just a paragon of strength but an example of it to anyone who thought themselves strong. Just looking at him now would teach them the true meaning of the word, just a glimpse of muscles larger than the ground they stood on, of strength to rival the gods themselves, would be enough to make them simply give up.
He grinned as he imagined taking on the next villain like this. Maybe shrinking could wait for just a little while.
In all seriousness though it was as always a blast to write, and I'm happy with how it turned out, so hey ho ^^
Atom Smasher belongs to DC comics, not me.
Atomic
Much like an ordinary day, downtown Metropolis was in utter chaos. Unlike an ordinary day however, this chaos was accompanied by bullets whizzing through the air and the steady drone of police sirens from outside the bank. The scene looked like something out of a movie, what must have been dozens of cop cars all with cops hiding behind the doors, firing into the bank in a full-on shootout with those inside.
“Sir! We can’t hold this position much longer, they’ve got more supplies and more cover!”
Sergeant Darrel grimaced. Normally he’d lock it down and wait for them to run out of food, but Central Bank was built like a fortress, complete with supplies in case the occupants were held captive by terrorists. Ironically it was these same supplies that were allowing the terrorists to hold them captive for so long, something that was not lost on the Sergeant. Furthermore it wasn’t just an ordinary bank - there was something in the inner vaults that not even he had clearance to know about. He only knew that it was there, and that they were probably after it as he stood there trying to figure out a way in. Waiting wasn’t an option, but from their current position storming the bank was proving impossible too. It was a problem he had been puzzling over for the past half an hour, but just as he was at his wits end the solution walked into the picture.
Atom Smasher - also known as Albert Rothstein to those closer to him - was a recognisable figure, and a big one at that. At a hefty 7’6 he was already large, much of his bulk hidden underneath a long trench coat, but as he approached he pulled it off to reveal his typical red hero uniform, bracers on his wrists and beefy arms hanging by his sides.
“Need a hand, officer?” Darrel sighed in relief as Albert strolled up, seemingly at ease despite the chaos surrounding them.
“Definitely. 17 hostiles, 4 hostages, entire building is secured from the ground up. We can’t get them out.”
“Leave it with me.” The hero walked towards the building, bullets bouncing off his chest and arms with sharp, resonant pings. Seeing him walking forward the robbers covering the entrance intensified their fire, a couple wielding assault rifles that began spraying bullets at an alarming rate - still Albert walked forward, as if he were walking through a light summer breeze rather than a hail of bullets. Panic overtook the robbers now as they saw just how ineffective their weapons were, and while some fled others pulled out knives and knuckledusters, readying themselves for a fistfight.
“Knock knock.” Albert knocked on the door, but the second knock was hard enough to send the front door flying inwards, thick metal skittering across the marble floor. He was greeted by even more bullets, and still his expression didn’t change from stoic and businesslike as he strode forward and engaged the nearest crooks. The ones that just tried to punch him were quickly neutralised, meaty fists smacking into chests and stomachs, bodies flying out of his way with unnatural speed. The ones that tried to stab him with knives ended up with broken wrists as he calmly grabbed the blades and twisted them out of their hands, the edges blunting against his skin.
“Gentlemen, please. Turn yourselves in and this will be a lot easier.” His statement was answered with another attempt at stabbing his leg, and he sighed as he grabbed the knife and folded it into a ball, much to the terror of the robber that had used it.
“W-what are you!?”
“I’m Atom Smasher. Also known as your worst case scenario.” The thief would have replied but the only thing flying from his mouth was spittle as Albert sent him flying. Looking around at the piles of groaning bodies, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. “Right. Time to break the vault.” he muttered to himself, walking down further into the bank.
Strangely enough there was little resistance elsewhere in the bank, just the occasional masked criminal casually leaning against a wall here and there. It wasn’t until he got to the vault that he realised why - they had all locked themselves in there, presumably in the hope that Albert wouldn’t be able to get to them. Oh how wrong they were.
The vault door was massive, a perfectly circular disc of solid metal, several feet thick and locked in more ways than he cared to count. Not that the locks mattered anyway, he thought with a grin as he squared up to it. Pulses of growth lit up his frame as he bulked up in preparation for what was to come, long strokes of muscle curling around his arms and legs, firming up his torso. In a few seconds he was pushing 9ft tall and even more thickly built than before, and when he went to grip the vault door his fingers sunk into the metal. Slowly, powerfully, he began to crumple the steel disk inwards like an empty soda can. The sound was apocalyptic, tortured metal screeching as he leveraged his body to tear it from the wall. Every muscle bulged as he slowly peeled the door away, exposing the understandably terrified would-be robbers inside. They fired at him with strange-looking weapons, including one that sent a painful electric charge coursing through his body - he hit the wielder of that one so hard he went through the ceiling. The others didn’t put up much of a resistance despite their various advanced pieces of technology, and soon there was a pile of bad guys lying on the floor in the middle of the vault.
“Well you tried.” He said casually to the groaning pile of bodies. “But I wouldn’t bank on winning if I were you. Nonono, that’s terrible, come on. Bank on it? Really?” He continued to mutter to himself as he walked back towards the entrance.
Outside it was mercifully quiet, the air full of flashing lights but no sirens or bullets. Everyone was watching the entrance carefully, and when they saw Albert exit with a bad guy over each shoulder the force erupted into cheers.
“Thank you all, another day’s work. Officer, Sergeant, thank you.” He acknowledged the cheering police officers around him, but something still felt….off. He put it down to the weapon the guy had hit him with, everything still tingly. “You’ll need to send in a few squads to recover the hostages, but all threats have been neutralised.” He made himself shrink back down as he walked over, not wanting to intimidate the officers too much, but as he walked over he noticed he still loomed over them by quite a bit.
“Wow you’re big.” This came from a nearby junior officer, who was craning his neck to see the full extent of Albert’s brawn, and the hero nodded. He tried shrinking again, and again it seemed as if nothing changed - he got the usual sensation that accompanied his powering down, but he remained the same size as always.
“Good job out there, you saved our asses.” If Darrel was taken aback by the hulking monster standing casually in front of him, he wasn’t showing it. “I’ll have Bravo clean up the rest. You can.....uh….shrink down now.”
“I would if I could. They hit me with something weird in there, I think it’s done something to my powers. What were they using?”
An officer of Darrel’s rank wouldn’t be caught shrugging in a million years, but the sergeant came perilously close. “That’s above both of our pay grades. I can tell you that if I’m not cleared to know about it then it’s either Class 1 military or higher, so nothing good.”
Albert sighed as he tried and failed to shrink yet again. However when he stopped concentrating this time he noticed something very worrying: the officers looked smaller than before. He was well-attuned to differences in size, having experienced them more or less all his life, and he could tell that he had grown at least a foot taller. He certainly wasn’t trying to grow, but as he closed his eyes he could feel that electric tingling surging around his body, nothing more than a light fizzing now, but slowly getting stronger.
“Sir, would any of those weapons happen to be based around electromagnetic technology, EMPs, anything like that?”
Darrel tilted his head. “Again, I wouldn’t know. Why do you ask?”
“Because I think it’s messed with my powers.” Albert grunted as he tried to shrink down again and instead pulsed taller, approaching 10 feet tall now. “I can’t shrink back down. Plus it feels weird, like I’m full of energy for some reason. Like I’m...bursting.” He struggled to put it into words, mainly because he was trying to describe a sensation that was very new for him. It felt like his body was brimming with bubbles, lightly frothing against the inside of his skin, sending little sparks of electricity jittering around his system whenever they popped. Another swell of size, and this one made him quiver a little bit - that feeling of electricity in his body got even stronger as he swelled bigger, and he found himself liking it. Very much so.
“You want some space, or…”
“Yeah, you might want to take a step back.” Albert groaned as the energy welled up, forcing him another foot taller. “I can’t shrink down until I use all this energy, and the only way I can do that is by growing. The only way is up.”
“Roger that. All units fall back, far as you can.” Darrel saluted and got back into his cop car, backing it away as Albert hunched over, grunting and swelling larger. He was struggling to stop himself growing now, not wanting to get too big with civilians nearby, but as he watched the cops and pedestrians retreat to a safe distance, he sighed with relief. Now he could let go without fear of harming innocents, and let go he did.
“MMMNGH!” Albert grunted as muscle exploded across his body, thick spurts heaving him upwards in size. Great slabs of strength burst into existence, anchoring themselves into his bones before swelling immensely, cords of raw strength winding around his limbs over and over again. Immediately he shot upwards, power coursing through him as he pushed past 12 feet, then 15, then 18. He was accustomed to the feeling of his strength surging, of the world becoming soft and light around him, but this was something else entirely. This was power on another scale entirely, what felt like crackling arcs of electricity joining the space between his bones and nerves, running sparking fingers up and down his spine. He’d never known it to ever feel so good, and the more he swelled upwards the better it felt. 20 feet came and went, and as he looked down he realised that his body was even more muscular than it usually was. Even contained in his hero costume his body stood out in sharp relief, every muscle visible under the fabric.
More size, more strength, a deluge of it now. It wasn’t an even growth all over, not like resizing an image - instead it seemed to flow around his body in thick, messy spurts. Sometimes an arm would swell up, the bicep exploding into a mountain of quivering mass, other times his torso would flare outwards like the wings of a manta ray, heaving out in size. His whole frame thickened, inches of muscle wrapping themselves around bone as he grew wider, thicker, heavier. His top was already feeling the strain as his shoulders pressed against the seams, thread cutting into his armpits as it was forced apart. Each heavy swell of growth was accompanied by a grunt of pleasure as that electric tingling coursed around his body, slowly getting stronger and stronger. What was once a light tingle was now closer to a faint current, like the kind you get from a joke hand buzzer. Fat pulses of strength rolled around him in waves of power, some here, some there, all accompanied by that sense of the power growing rather than diminishing.
Despite the pleasure Albert was growing worried. He’d hoped that by growing it would use the power up, but it seemed the opposite was happening - the more he grew the more the energy allowed him to grow. Even more worryingly, he had a hunch that the only way to break this cycle was to just outgrow it completely, and right now he was in the middle of an annoyingly fragile city. Even at this level of growth he was quickly approaching 25 feet tall, which was past merely large and verging into the territory of gigantic. Just a glance at his body was enough to confirm this - his arms alone were thicker than most people’s torsos, his abs like sculpted rock and deep enough to make a bodybuilder cry. Even through his shirt it was obvious that he was completely shredded, and yet despite the fabric clinging to his body he was still full of mass, lacking the wrapped look that most who attained his level of muscularity sported. Looking down he watched as right before his eyes his chest pulsed forward, thick strokes of strength forming larger and larger accumulations. His arms were already trunks of muscle, but now those knotted forearms and biceps were surging larger than ever. He’d been this size before of course, but out in the open, not in the middle of a city that he definitely did not have the money to pay for if he broke.
As another pulse of growth bumped him up to 30 feet, he realised that his original plan of simply waiting the growth out was no longer viable. He was getting far too large far too quickly, and if he stayed here any longer he’d be too large to fit between the buildings, and things would go downhill quickly from there. As if to prove his point another surge of growth animated his arm and sent his elbow scything into the nearest building, the thick muscle around it shattering desks and walls, the sleeve tearing a bit as his skin refused to yield to the seam biting into it. Even as he pulled it out he watched it grow even wider, watched it tremble for a second and then slowly swell with raw power, with utterly unstoppable force. He grinned at the thought of arm-wrestling someone like this, of engulfing their hand in his and watching as they tried to move his massive limb with biceps not even a quarter of the size of his. It wouldn’t even have been a contest, he was so much bigger than even bodybuilders at this point - the difference between him and an ordinary human was almost obscene, and it was only getting more so. The closest shore was East from here, and so after a quick look around to make sure he wasn’t going to step on anything he took a step in that direction. Immediately he was met with a chorus of rips as the seams on his trousers were strained to their limit, the added strain caused by the movement enough to start pulling threads out. He winced and looked down, relieved that it only seemed to be his trousers giving up. His clothes were designed to grow with him to a certain extent, but he had passed their maximum a little while back now, and it was starting to feel uncomfortable as his body was restrained by the cloth. He could feel two separate restrictions on his movement, one from his muscles preventing certain joints from closing all the way, and the other from his clothes preventing them from opening too far out. Already his shirt was filled out, pressing against his chest and slowly sinking into the gaps between his abs, each muscle picked out in glorious detail. His feet too were feeling compressed on all sides as his shoes bent his toes in awkward directions. It wasn’t exactly painful, but as his clothes grew tighter and tighter it was annoyingly uncomfortable.
Another step was heralded by more rips, followed by a rather loud clang that signified one of the clasps on his armbands pinging away. He winced as it struck the side of a nearby building in a shower of dust, holding his hands out placatingly to the understandably scared inhabitants. Even as he did so the energy buzzed and he swelled larger, his top going from tight to looking like it was painted on, his trousers swollen and tight. It was like his body was bursting from some sort of strange cocoon, and the longer he denied it the more it was starting to hurt as threads pressed into his skin. It was a testament to the strength of the fabric that he could even feel it against his body, for this was the same skin that bullets had pinged off without even so much as a scratch - his growing form was proving too much for even the toughened composite material. Even his customary tank top was struggling to stay together due to the sheer amount of mass packed into his upper torso, the hems around his shoulders riding way up until they were almost at his thick neck.
“Fine.” He sighed, resigned to what he was about to do next. He sucked in a breath and wondered which of his clothes would be the first to go, deciding that his trousers would be a good start. Merely tensing his thighs was enough to start the process, threads slowly fraying as his body grew into any available space, the trousers riding up his calves before splitting open at the bottom. He watched the rips gently travel up the seam, exposing more of a pair of perfectly teardrop-shaped calves, before reaching his thighs and quickly falling apart with a long SCHHHRRIIP. With the first tear came many more as his body continued to grow, bits of his trousers falling around him and leaving nothing but the waistband clinging to his midriff. It was hidden underneath his belt, the metal stopping it from splitting apart, but that wasn’t going to happen for too long. His belt lasted much longer than the rest of his trousers, thanks in part to the metal clasp holding it together, but as he broadened it finally proved too much for the titanium to handle. A loud chink marked the buckle exploding, and as he breathed in the whole thing warped to the contours of his growing body. When he exhaled the thing simply fell off him, warped so far out of shape that you could see the imprint of Albert’s waist on the inside of it. Having sorted out his lower body he turned his attention to his tank top, breathing in and flexing his chest. It stretched further than even he thought possible, cutting deep into the grooves between his muscles, but as his pecs puffed outwards it slowly started to rip down the middle. It wasn’t a clean rip, strands clinging to either side as it was pulled apart at the seams, but with Albert still piling on muscle it was only a matter of time. Meanwhile his shoulders were swelling into fibrous cannonballs of power, round and solid, and his long-suffering sleeves had finally had enough. The seams were fraying as growing muscle pushed them to their limit, and still Albert grew, past what they could take. The eventual rip sent a blessed wave of blood flowing down his arm - he hadn’t realised just how tight they had been, red lines in his arms where they had been cutting into the muscle, and now they were gone his body responded by swelling even larger. The last of his tank top provided all the resistance of tissue paper as his body sheared it apart, flimsy fabric made into scraps by flesh and blood. He struck a pose that probably gave more than a few bystanders nosebleeds, pumping his chest up to get rid of the last scraps of the top still clinging to his beefy chest, and after a moment of fiddling he even managed to pick out the pieces that had gotten stuck between his pecs, simply held there by the weight of the muscles around them. The most relief came from his shoes though, which had been compressing his growing feet more and more as he pressed against the insides of them, the fabric warping so much the outlines of his toes were visible. The ends burst outwards in a small explosion of fabric, his toes unfurling to occupy the new space and widening the gap as they did so. The first rip was only the start, as now the structure had been weakened the seams holding the sole to the rest of the shoe started to fall apart. A few more seconds of growth was enough to rip the sole away from the rest of the shoe, his ankles briefly catching on the rims before ripping them apart, the entire thing simply pulled to pieces from the inside out. He took a moment to step out of the destroyed rubber and fabric, relishing the way his bare feet sank into the concrete ever so slightly, loving the feeling of air finally circulating around his slightly aching digits.
After that there wasn’t much left, only his boxers (which he’d been assured would grow as much as he could), his armbands and various straps and bracers around certain muscles of his body. His mask too was still in place, made from the same material but even more resistant to his growth; he was thankful he’d taken the time to actually consider what his outfit might have to go through. Still, the leather harnesses surrounding his major muscle groups were too tight for his liking. He dealt with the straps around his legs first of all, squatting gently until the ones on his thighs split like rotten leather, chain links clinking as they fell apart. The harness around his chest was attached at multiple points but held with a single ring near his midriff, meaning that all he had to do was flex his chest outwards and strain the metal until it bent and buckled. He huffed as he did this, not even noticing now as a few more pounds of muscle distributed themselves around his body, as his strength continued to grow. The final straps were the ones around his biceps, and these gave him an opportunity to really get a good look at just how much bigger he was. He flexed the left arm first, watching in amazement at the peak the muscle made on his girthy limb, grinning as he watched the strap quiver and then finally snap in two as he gave an extra hard squeeze. The right arm followed a similar pattern, although he made sure to take the time to really crank the muscle upwards, slowly firing his bicep up and up until it ripped the strap apart, relishing the sudden release of tension. He always loved to see how big he got and now was no exception: he could have watched his arm all day, that weighty bulge of strength just blowing up wider and higher at his command.
The armbands were the last part of his outfit to feel the power ripping them apart from the inside. To their credit they had lasted the longest of any of his clothes, straining to contain all the growing bulk within, but at 40 feet Albert was far too big for them now. Pings resonated through the air as the clasps exploded under the tension, and with two gunshot-like clangs the pair of them exploded into metal fragments. He grunted as the sudden swell of unrestrained energy jumped him up even higher, so high that he was peering over the tops of nearby buildings. His fears were coming to pass, as he moved around he noticed he was beginning to rub up against nearby buildings, shattering windows here and there. He was already leaving hefty divots in the concrete, craters marking his steps as if he were walking in fresh snow, and he knew that he would only make things worse the bigger he got. But oh, how good it felt, to feel the power surging through him, to feel his body tighten and twist and firm….
He shook his head to snap himself out of his little reverie, returning his attention to the task at hand as he continued to shuffle his way towards the coast. The electricity inside him was now full on knife-in-a-wall-socket level powerful, zippy crackles of energy racing through his veins and nerves, making him smile with every heartbeat. He was unconsciously panting, it felt so good. Another swell and he felt his back push up against a building behind him - not good, he was already becoming too wide. What was worse his body had no yield to it, diamond muscles simply crushing through glass and steel wherever they made contact. His movement towards the coast was heralded by a rain of splintered windows and broken streetlamps, shards of concrete flying around his feet as each step sunk deep into the ground.
“Just a little further.” He muttered to himself, and he wasn’t lying - the harbour was in sight, plenty of expensive boats but more importantly nothing to get in the way of his impending growth. He was sure it was speeding up, for it had taken him several minutes to get to half this size and maybe 30 seconds to almost double that again, now unable to shift to either side without pushing into a nearby building. He seriously considered just walking through them for a couple of seconds before his mind caught up to the idea and dismissed it from his head - too big a chance of civilian casualties. His brain was addled with pleasure, but his core beliefs were too strong to shake.
After a tense couple of minutes he finally breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the mercifully building-free harbour. Squeezing himself out from between the narrow streets of the main city, he took a look back and winced at the trail of destruction he had left. Craters of increasing depth, twin trails of destruction left by his wide shoulders dragging through the buildings either side of him, car alarms blaring citywide. He’d made quite the mess, and judging from the power still pulsing through his body he was nowhere near done yet.
Now unburdened by the possibility of destroying the city, he really began to pour on size. He was already bigger than most of the nearby buildings, but as the energy in him evolved into thunderous bolts of power he very quickly eclipsed all of them. Numbers melted into each other as he blasted up further than he ever had before, exploding past 100 feet, 200, 300. All the while his body heaved out in mass, literal tons of muscle packing themselves into his frame until there was almost no space left, new muscles fighting to anchor themselves into his frame and enhance his strength. He knew for a fact that the tallest building in the city was 437 feet tall, and once he passed it he didn’t have any other way of measuring his height. Not that it mattered when he had quite literally an ocean of electrical power flowing through his veins - it was a feeling that came close to orgasmic in sensation, long blasts of mind-bending tension that left him drooling each time. It didn’t help that with every pulse of sensation he doubled, tripled in mass, growing far more than he had any right to. The tallest city buildings were knee high to him now, and as yet another surge buckled his knees, he almost fell on top of it. He caught himself at the last second, breathing a sigh of relief - at this size he would probably crush half the city with his body alone, let alone the damage he’d cause picking himself out of it.
What was strange was that he was still getting stronger. He could feel it in the way the world around him seemed to grow lighter, more distant. It was like everything was made from foam, everything around him seemed almost fake. When you were so strong that you could crush rock into lava with your bare hands, it was hard to believe this was really the case - the brain still forces you to believe that rocks are hard, and that this putty you’re moulding cannot be rock, it must be something else. But Albert’s body was a testament to this strength, the visual proof that it wasn’t fake. He sported arms thicker than entire buildings, biceps so large that he could flex them on the bottom floor of an apartment and send the peak through the roof, thighs that speared into the ground like redwood trees. Every single inch of his body was supercharged with strength, every shred of muscle rock solid and full of power waiting to be unleashed, only growing stronger with time.
He watched the city slowly shrink further and further down, going from waist height, down to knee-high, shrinking to somewhere down by his ankle. It was strange, seeing your scale of perspective change so drastically, and even though Albert was very used to it by now it still caught him a little off guard. Being this big, this strong, he wasn’t used to it. Then the worst case scenario - he tried to move and misjudged his step, tripping over a nearby mountain as he clipped a foot on it. With an awful crunch his bare foot came right down on top of the city, and he gasped as he realised he’d just inadvertently destroyed it. Only he hadn’t; looking closer he could see it safe and sound, nestled in the gap between his toes. He didn’t know whether to be relieved at his luck or amazed at how large he was, settling for a healthy mixture of both. Just for the sake of it he flexed an arm and compared it to the city, noting that his bicep was now larger than the entire thing. Somewhere down there was a tiny police officer in an even tinier cop car, maybe having worked out a bit, maybe thinking he was pretty strong compared to most guys. The thought of anything being strong compared to Albert was laughable now. They didn’t even know what strength was, he had more strength in one finger than the entire city had combined! He hovered a finger over it, marvelling at the size, at how easy it would be to just lower his hand and leave the city a smear in the ground. He’d need to be very careful around it, having already almost destroyed it once.
He had bigger problems though - the ground beneath him was shifting, dipping downwards around him. He was so thick and heavy that his body was actually shifting the tectonic plate he was standing on, the end he was standing on tilting down and the other end rising into the air. His feet had sunk deep into the ground already, so deep that cracks were forming around his soles and lava was steeping his toes in warm fire, but now those hundreds of tons of muscle were literally warping the earth around him. He was too big, too heavy, and still he grew. He could feel the energy finally, mercifully starting to abate, those almighty bolts of pleasurable lightning fading with every spurt, and he sighed as he shifted to try and stop himself sinking into the earth itself. Something caught in his throat, as if he’d choked on something, and as he looked around he realised his head was beginning to breach the atmosphere, his frame simply too tall to stand on the earth. He was forced to kneel, bring his head close to the ground as if listening to the floor, struggling to keep his body under the atmosphere as the last vestiges of growth officially made him by far the largest and strongest being on the planet.
The inhabitants of Metropolis were fearful, not just because of the incomprehensibly large form blotting out the sun, or the very frequent earthquakes rattling the city. No, they were fearful because just above them was a massive eye, as big as the entire city and then some, staring past them. To the being above they were ants, all they could make out beyond that eye was the swell of a muscular frame. Only these were muscles like planets themselves, like satellites or moons coalescing into a single frame of incomprehensible strength.
Albert sighed as he heard screams rising from the city. The energy had finally dissipated, and now he was stuck clinging to the planet for air, his grip gouging chunks out of the land and his muscles heavy enough to sink the tectonic plate he was on. It was, all in all, a regrettable situation.
Then again, he thought as he flexed an arm that could have crushed a continent in the gap between bicep and shoulder, he didn’t have to rush. Looking over himself was an exercise in extremes, nothing but mile after mile of thick, juicy muscle, striated beyond belief and just...big. Mind-bendingly, brain-meltingly big. Just standing there his body hung thick with muscle everywhere the eye could see, sunk half a mile into the ground and so wide around the calves that those craters were gigantic gouges in the earth, rounded holes bored deep into the ground. His chest was a single gigantic shelf of pure strength, literal miles of raw power compressed into a pair of pecs that were the size of countries, swollen with more power than a nuclear bomb. Just flexing them showed that this was no exaggeration, and he bounced them gleefully, unaware that just that movement alone displaced enough air to cause high winds in the city far below. And his arms, well, safe to say they were massive. Immense, vascular pillars of strength that stuck out at a 45 degree angle from his body, biceps that dwarfed mountain ranges in both size and solidity, forearms like metal girders brimming with undisguised strength. They weren’t just arms, they were muscle-powered weapons of mass destruction - a punch from him now wouldn’t just leave a hole, it would damn near crack the planet in two. That wasn’t even paying attention to his abs, a 12 pack of godlike proportions and definition that even Albert was amazed by. Perfectly symmetrical even at the size of a small island each, they were round globes of nothing but steely muscle, so huge they looked like cannonballs poking out of his stomach. He was perfection, not just a paragon of strength but an example of it to anyone who thought themselves strong. Just looking at him now would teach them the true meaning of the word, just a glimpse of muscles larger than the ground they stood on, of strength to rival the gods themselves, would be enough to make them simply give up.
He grinned as he imagined taking on the next villain like this. Maybe shrinking could wait for just a little while.
Category Story / Muscle
Species Primate (Other)
Gender Male
Size 120 x 90px
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No problem! Would have posted it earlier but BA have been stressing me out a bit atm, hence the delay
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