Reverse Hulk (part 1)

The woman at the Delta counter seemed sheepish as she informed Antoine that his flight has been cancelled. “I-I’m really sorry…” she said timidly in her Minnesotan accent. “But there won’t be another flight to Dallas until the m-morning…”

Antoine flashed a warm smile. Most people expected an angry caveman to growl and smash things when they saw a guy his size. He thought his sweater would make him look less threatening than a skin-tight v-neck, but as he glanced at his reflection in the nearby window he saw that it just made his torso look even bigger.

“It’s okay!” Antoine said kindly in his thick French accent that, along with his deep voice, made his words sound like warm cocoa. She smiled and seemed to exhale. “You cannot control these things. I’ll just have to wait. It’s no big deal.”

She gazed at her computer and then back at Antoine. “I… I think we can give you a complimentary stay in a hotel for the night. I’ll set up an Uber to take you there.”

Antoine smiled and shrugged his big shoulders. “What else could I ask for? You’ve been wonderful…” He scanned her name tag. “...Annie.”

She blushed. “Excuse me for saying but… you’re REALLY big!”

Antoine grinned, then flexed a bicep. Even through his thick sweater it looked big and dense as it rose up under the heavy fabric. “Thank you! Although it depends who you ask. There are some men in Iceland who think that I’m a little on the scrawny side.”

She adjusted her neckerchief as she tapped into the computer. “Well… you look almost as big as our planes!” She looked embarrassed after the comment but Antoine gave her a warm chuckle.

“Hopefully, for my sake, I’m small enough to fit inside one of them comfortably!” He winked at her as he grabbed his suitcase and waited for his ride.

He wasn’t in any hurry to get to Dallas--to meet with PJ Braun to discuss some contract obligations since Antoine signed up with PJ’s supplement company Blackstone Labs--but more importantly, the layover could serve as good time to “take care of some business,” although he tried to avoid thinking about exactly what that business would be.

His nipples were tingling and ultra-sensitive, and he could feel a dull ache in his ass. Back in the day those things would have been a sign of an estrogen spike, but ever since he got on PJ’s supplement plan, things were different.

The Uber driver was a polite Minnesotan. He was a petite man who looked meticulously groomed. He was listening to Madonna when Antoine got in but switched it immediately to Drake.

“I’m okay without the music,” Antoine said. He wondered if this guy would be the one, if he could get this over with quickly. “How are you this evening?”

The little driver eyed Antoine nervously. “I’m uh… I’m good. Do you want any… uh… snacks?” He shook his head. “What am I saying? You don’t look like a guy who snacks.”

“I love snacks,” Antoine said. “Pretzels, peanut butter, any combination of the two…” He bounced his eyebrows. He knew the driver could see it in his rearview. “Do you live here in Minnesota?”

“Y-yes,” the driver responded.

“Alone?” Antoine asked.

“No, with my wife,” he said.

Antoine sighed quietly. He was really hoping this guy would have been what he needed. There was still a chance, he thought, if he worked hard to talk the guy into what he wanted, but he was tired of his flight and getting exhausted of trying to manipulate people. He didn’t have much time though. He felt the chill across his chest, every one of his chest hairs tingling. He ran a hand up under his sweater and stroked the fur-covered pecs. All these years shaving his chest, now he loves the hair. It reminds him that he’s a big, strong man.

The hotel was pretty empty-looking. “Are you very busy this weekend?” Antoine asked at the front desk.

“Not really,” the woman responded. “Only a handful of people staying here tonight. Makes the night really drag.”

Antoine headed toward his room, crestfallen, when he noticed a gentleman dragging his luggage toward the elevator. A wheel on the luggage was broken and the man pulled the heavy suitcase a few feet, took a deep breath, and then pulled it a little further.

Antoine saw a single rainbow sticker on the suitcase. He scanned the guy: tall, average build, salt-and-pepper hair, five-o-clock shadow, thick eyebrows… He would do.

“Excuse me!” Antoine said, and the man jumped. “Sorry for startling you. I wanted to know if you wanted any help getting your things to your room?”

The man eyed Antoine’s huge body, then looked at his suitcase. “It’s heavier than it looks,” he said defensively.

“I’ve trained for years specifically to help other people with luggage,” Antoine said. He made his pecs bounce--once again, even under a heavy sweater, the display of musculature was impressive--and flexed his arms. “You think I have enough strength to get your luggage back? Or will it be too heavy?”

The man smiled and blushed. “Honestly, I’ve been traveling all day so… I’m gonna take you up on the offer.”

Antoine hoisted the luggage up on his shoulder with ease, winking and sticking out his tongue at the exhausted man. Then he poked the elevator button with a thick finger. “I am Antoine,” he introduced himself.

“Skip,” the man said. They stood in the elevator silently after the man punched his button. Antoine made sure to subtlely inch closer and closer to the man. He watched the man anxiously back away. Antoine’s heart bounded. This could be fun.

In Skip’s room, Antoine gently set the luggage on the floor in front of his bed. “Skip, you have a beautiful room!” he said. “Not to brag, but I have a suite on the top floor. It was complimentary, but the woman at the desk assured me it was incredibly comfortable. Big enough for a man my size, and then some!”

Skip nodded. He seemed unsure of the situation. Antoine was sure pro bodybuilders didn’t just approach this man out of nowhere very often.

“So, my new friend Skip, I will be heading up to my room now. And there is a hockey game on--I am Canadian, and it is of course the sport of my people--so why don’t you join me up there and help me empty out my minibar? I assure you, it’ll be the perfect way to unwind after a long day.”

Skip considered the offer. “I mean, I am tired but… Maybe…”

“My room is 602,” Antoine said kindly. He reached out and squeezed Skip’s arm. “If you wish to join me, I would very much appreciate it. If not, you enjoy the rest of your trip.”

While Antoine waited in his room he felt the tickle in the back of his throat that signalled the fact that the change was about to happen. He paced anxiously, wondering if Skip would take the bait. If not, Antoine would be alone when it happened and he would have to find another man, but with a serious disadvantage.

When he heard the door lock beep, he knew he had made the right choice.

Antoine was shirtless and lying on his bed when Skip entered, one arm bent behind his head to show off the impressive display of muscularity in his arms and lats. He took a sip of bourbon from the hotel cup and then reached over to absentmindedly stroke the armpit hair on display.

“I cannot tell you… how happy I am that you came…” Antoine said. He licked his lips.

“I… What happened to hockey?” Skip asked. He pointed at the TV, which wasn’t even on.

“While I would love to watch sweaty men going at it,” Antoine said, hopping out of the bed and crossing the room in three long strides, “I was thinking the real thing might be even better.”

He set down his bourbon and gently grabbed Skip by his skinny arms. The little man was shaking as Antoine leaned in, his breathing shallow, but the blissful look on his face told Antoine everything he needed to know.

Antoine kissed up Skip’s neck, then pressed his nose against Skip’s, holding their lips inches apart.

“I’m going to tell you something, Skip,” he said. “And it’s up to you whether or not you agree to what I’m about to say.”

“I-I… I don’t have any money…” Skip stammered. He clearly didn’t seem to believe this was real.

Antoine chuckled. “I don’t want any money. I just want to be with you.” He grabbed Skip’s hand and guided it to his abs, letting the fingers play along the cobbled muscles as they went up Antoine’s torso. He let Skip’s hand rest on the center of his pecs as he made them bounce one at a time. Skip moaned softly.

“Anything,” Skip said. His eyes lit up as he tried to take in the man before him. Antoine reached down and undid his belt, letting his pants sink to the floor.

“I want you to promise you’ll stay with me no matter what,” Antoine said. He pulled Skip into a long, slow kiss that left Skip’s knees weak. Then he lifted the man up as easily as he had hoisted his suitcase earlier and carried him like a new bride to the bed, setting him down softly.

“I promise!” Skip said. “I’ll stay as long as you… I mean, forever, if you wanted!” His cheeks burned red. A bead of sweat dribbled down his face.

Antoine put his hands on his hips and let Skip stare up at his massive, powerful physique. His boxer briefs (the only thing he wore) were tight on his giant glutes, even tighter on the big package up front. Antoine adjusted his packed groin with his big meaty hand. He felt the pressure behind his eyes; it was about to happen. “Remember,” Antoine said. “You promised.”

It happened in an instant. One moment there was a massively built man standing there, and a moment later, all that mass just… compressed. To Antoine, it looked like the everything in the room just doubled in size. What Skip saw was Antoine’s height squashing down, his muscles withering beneath his skin, his short hair growing out into long flowing locks that fell around his face. 

Antoine’s hand was the only thing holding up the now-enormous waistband of the boxer briefs. He looked down and saw smooth, skinny legs ludicrously surrounded by enormous leg holes. Antoine could have fit too more men his size inside the underwear now. He let it fall, then looked down over his body now: he was undeniably adorable now. His apeish but good-looking visage had shrunken to an adorable little angelic face. He was still lean, “ripped” one could say (if they hadn’t seen what he had looked like moments before) but he only weighed 105 pounds.

Skip’s mouth hung open.

“You promised,” Antoine said in a much higher, almost feminine voice.

“I… I…” Skip stood up, now a full head taller. He looked down at the adorable little twink before him and explored his body. The anxiety of standing there with a gargantuan man was gone. He probed Antoine’s form without a question now, clearly feeling like he was in charge because of his larger size and bigger dick.

“It looks better from the back,” little Antoine said, putting his hands up to his head and swiveling his hips in circles as he slowly turned around to reveal his perky little butt. Still tiny by anyone’s standards, the perky buttocks were the biggest thing on Antoine’s form now, almost disproportionate to the rest of him.

“I’m usually a strict bottom,” Skip said as he rolled Antoine’s tiny little dick between his thumb and index finger. It went instantly hard, no bigger than a little pinky.

Antoine’s heart fell. He had never been rejected post-transformation before. He was so close… What if he had to find someone else?

“But for some reason,” Skip continued, and Antoine put a finger seductively in his mouth and then drew circles on skip’s chest with it. “...I want to fuck you.”

Antoine unbuttoned Skip’s shirt. Skip undid his pants himself. Then, roughly, Skip tossed Antoine on the bed. Antoine knew the position: chest down, back arched, beautiful little ass up, ready to receive its prize.

This always happened. Timid little guys would suddenly become aggressive and domineering when Antoine shrank smaller than they were. He wondered if it were a side effect of the change; PJ had told him his smaller body would be giving off different pheromones now that he was different. Or maybe it was the idea that, inside this little man, the large bestial bodybuilder still remained. Maybe picking up Antoine and tossing him on the bed was Skip’s way of getting revenge for emasculating him downstairs, carrying his luggage like it was nothing.

“That’s right, you little fuck,” Skip said as he fucked Antoine’s ass. “You take it like you deserve it!”

Antoine knew that his body made smaller men feel inferior. That had never been his intent; bodybuilding had been his passion, then his job. His genetics gave him advantages others didn’t have, true, but that wasn’t Antoine’s fault. He never thought he was better than other men because he was bigger.

But small men like Skip had shivered in the presence of bulky men before. They had seen guys Antoine’s size nearly busting the sleeves on their tight shirts were their overgrown arms, chugging shakes like the world’s protein stock was for their own personal gain only. Big man like Antoine cast an even bigger shadow, and men like Skip had shivered in that dark for too long.

With every aggressive thrust into Antoine’s ass, he knew that Skip was getting out the frustration of years of watching others lust after big, bulging muscles while his skinny body refused to grow any. He was living out the fantasy of being the bigger man, knowing that deep inside the little man he fucked was a hulking freak with more muscle and strength than anyone would ever need. Every time Skip had struggled to curl a bar at the gym while a mammoth man next to him busted out reps with five times the weight, easily, a little pang of jealousy fell on a pile deep inside. Now all that was coming out of him.

When Skip came, Antoine heard the man roar so deep and guttural that it made his own orgasm easy. His little dick spurted out a few gobs of cum as Skip emptied his balls into Antoine’s ass. With each load Skip dropped in him, Antoine felt his size returning. His bones stretched, his muscles inflated. When the man was done cumming, Antoine was back to full size again, but with a now-much-smaller Skip balls deep in his ass. The smaller man leaned against Antoine’s huge back, unable to get his arms around the bodybuilder’s thick trunk.

“That was… amazing,” Antoine said as he turned his hips, gently dumping Skip on the bed.

“How… I mean, how…” Skip was covered in sweat. The bed was saturated. Antoine’s once-again gigantic body sweat like he’d just finished his heavy leg day.

“Hope that brighened your day a little bit,” Antoine said as he handed Skip his clothes. “You blew my world, literally… fucked the size back into me!” He chuckled. Skip, still dumbfounded, hastily got dressed as Antoine ushered him to the door.

The changes were coming more frequently lately. PJ wouldn’t let him talk on the phone or via e-mail about it, but Antoine was desperate to know the science operating in his body. Sure, the supplements had healed his arm to better than before his surgery. They had added a good 30 pounds of shredded mass easily, with more coming every day. But shrinking into a little gay guy once a month, needing to get fucked to turn back… If he had known the terms of the contract he signed and the dangers of the chemicals PJ injected him with, he wouldn’t have agreed.

But the good news was, he had a little more time before the next change. With any luck it would be a whole four weeks before he had to slip into a gay bar and beg some man to top him. He usually tried to get guys who were already blacked out on alcohol; that lessened the chance they would talk about what happened. As it was, Skip was a major liability. Thank god the guy hadn’t brought his phone. Then again, who would believe that Antoine Vaillant was a reverse Hulk?

As he collected his luggage from baggage claim in Dallas, Antoine saw a similarly massive man a hundred yards away. He raised a beefy arm to wave. “Regan!” he called. That you!”

Regan Grimes smiled as he joined him. “Ready for the big meeting with PJ?” Regan asked. Antoine nodded. He had more to say but people were around.

“Let’s share a taxi,” Antoine suggested. “If there’s one big enough to fit us both!”

The crowd at the airport gave Antoine and Regan a wide berth, making sure to stand at least ten feet away at all times. Two men of wide, bulging statures like that, together, certainly blew some minds that day. The two bodybuilders waited for their taxis in silence. Antoine kept turning to say something to Regan but chickening out before he spoke. He could have sworn Regan did the same thing.

In the (cramped) back of the taxi, Antoine fished for his phone as he felt it vibrate. It was a text from Regan.

It happened again. Last night.

Antoine nodded. This was a topic he preferred not to say aloud to his fellow bodybuilder.

Me too. Made some guy’s night in the hotel I stayed in. You should have seen the look on his face when he was done and I was ten times bigger.

Regan smirked, then texted back.

I had to grab a guy in the airport bathroom. Some dad on a business trip. When I grew back I was blowing him and he was straddling my shoulders. He lifted up off the ground like he was riding a damned bronco.

Antoine laughed and the two high-fived, each of them relieved to be sharing their burden. They each hurriedly deleted the texts after they had been read, however.

It was thirty minutes to PJ’s house, but the desire to talk about their shame started to fade as each of them worried why PJ would summon them to his house without explanation.