Red, Blue, and suddenly Green?
It was strange. Indeed, small at first, but as the days drew to weeks, Peter Parker had begun to suspect something was truly and seriously wrong – indeed, the hero known far and wide as the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman knew that something was wrong. Not something at odds with friends, family or allies, and not with his sense of justice either. In all, it was more personal and, perhaps, more of a threat to him than he could have imagined. And as the web slinger swept and swung about the rain stained night of upper Manhattan, he knew that the prospect alone needed a bold move.
Not that he had that many options to begin with, he mused darkly to himself. The traffic below drawing away as the lithesome hero spun and twisted through the air, higher and higher as myriad windows swept by, a final leap and thrust brought him down with a roll – landing as he did on the roof of Empire State University. Rising up slowly, it didn't surprise him that his spider sense – once a great power in his adventures – had dulled as only a dim strumming of his senses alerted him to the door that opened nearby. Watching, he sighed and walked quickly towards the waiting figure of the man he had raced through the night to see; the same green eyed gaze that braced against the wet and cold as he guided the costumed hero down the stairs and closed the door.
Dr. Bruce Banner, not one to be stressed easily, taking the hero at his word only hours before when both men arranged for this strangest of meetings...
Descending through the empty corridors and rooms of the tall building, both the white coated scientist and the colourfully clad hero eventually found themselves in the former's lab; the wide, white room crowded with equipment and studded with monitors for the intensive study of exotic energies, and their often even more exotic legacy on living beings. It would have fascinated Peter, save for the more pressing issue that had brought both men together – and the same thing which saw blood being drawn, and the good doctor lingering over them phial in curiosity before taking it away for analysis.
And for a time, Peter could only watch in silent fascination and worry as the man worked away at the mystery of how and why Peter Parker was losing his powers. Or at least seemed to be, he thought...
An hour later, it was done and, beyond the tension and stress, Peter had to confess a curiosity at the doctor's readings on the situation. Truly, for all his mastery of Gamma radiation and other such wonders of science, Bruce was puzzled in the strange findings of the other man's blood. Oddly, it seemed that a new mutation was underway for the Spiderman – for as it seemed that his body was reacting to an illness, thus suppressing his powers, so to was it preparing for some kind of new change, in as far as the scientist could tell.
Peter, for his part, was both intrigued and strained in his anxiety, and silently mused that now wasn't the time to be letting his private thoughts get the better of him. Indeed, to let a fetish like that be getting stuck in the web of his thoughts was not something he wanted to admit even to himself, sometimes. And yet... Spiderman had noticed it from being close to the scientist that Bruce Banner was remarkably lean and tightly bodied, under his shirt; muscular and toned under his soft white shirt, despite what some may believe about small, weak academics and their ways. Under his mask, Peter felt a smile forming and despite the tension of the situation, he let himself grin at how finely muscular Bruce really was.
Turning away from the masked hero, Dr. Banner might have found it a curious irony if he knew Spiderman's thoughts – indeed, as the smaller scientist shuffled away from the chair and back to his console, Bruce himself nursed a keen fetish of his own. Typing away again, Dr. Banner allowed a stray thought at how muscular and fine the younger man's arms were – and more, that he could tell from simply holding them as he drew blood. Tight, corded and strong which drew Bruce's interest, though he pushed them away as he focused on the strange mystery of the Spiderman's powers.
Indeed, it could be said that between them, both men were harbouring keen desires and feelings which neither could tell, yet...
Turning back to Spiderman, Bruce intended to tell the young man of his plans when the green eyed doctor spotted something odd. Maybe it was the man's fever, or more so truly his fear and tension, thought it seemed to Dr. Banner that Spiderman was trembling or quietly shaking where he sat. Offering a soft smile as he approached, Peter tried to ward off the smaller scientist though Banner's hands clapped him on the shoulders as he smiled. Indeed, indeed, he knew of such pain and stress and tried to offer his assurances. The younger man standing, Bruce drew him into a tight embrace and Peter marvelled at his tight and hard the other man's muscles were – Spiderman sensing through the shirt the smaller man's hard abs and tight chest as they hugged. Drawing away, Bruce tried to relax the younger man and remarked that – though this was a strange occurrence – he could perhaps make an anti-mutagen or formula to stop this fevered change.
Spiderman nodded and thanked the scientist for his help, though as Banner moved away to prepare the serum, Spiderman noticed that – for the first time that night – Bruce's clothes seemed familiar, somehow. Indeed, those purple pants and that coat he had seen elsewhere. Still, the thought slipping aside in his stress, he asked how Bruce had such knowledge of mutations, and other mutagenic factors too. Turning from his work as he tapped keys and poured chemicals into their beakers, Bruce seemed awkward for a moment before remarking that, in a way, he did. But, it wasn't so fun, as Spiderman's own remarkable powers. A mysterious answer to be sure, Peter asked again in his curiosity and the good doctor thought for a moment before answering that, a long time ago, he got himself into trouble. And now he had kind of a green problem. A big, green problem, sometimes. Peter was even more given to curiosity, but before he could ask further the other man simply said that, if things worked out, he might find out soon. And especially if he got a little stressed too...
Sitting, Spiderman was intrigued at the scientist's words and mused what he meant by "big green problem" before he grunted and then gasped; the superhero groaning with pain as he fell forward, staggered and then collapsed to his knees – desperately hugging his sides with both arms before Banner rushed over, startled as the hero gripped himself in pain. Staring, the doctor asked what on earth happened and the hero responded with a groan: he had felt pushing and throbbing in his sides. As if the muscles and bones were throbbing or undulating. Drawing him close again, Peter felt the older man's muscles and was weakly thankful for them as the doctor put Spiderman back in their chair – and even though the pain was now gone, Banner was now convinced that not only did Peter have a mutation, but that it was evolving and evolving fast! Indeed, something had to be done, and as Spiderman groaned again, he dashed back to his console, intent on engineering a cure as fast as he could.
Or, at least, that is what he seemed to be doing...
Working with a diligent speed, Bruce could hardly contain his excitement and fascination. Indeed, he knew that Spiderman's mutation would lead to an additional set of not just two but four arms and that was something that he yearned to see, and intently so. And more, he was old enough now to know that Spiderman struggled with an attraction – indeed, he seemed to be fascinated by the scientist's muscles and Bruce would use that to his advantage. Perhaps not the right thing, but in this unique situation, he couldn't and wouldn't let the situation go to waste: the chance was simply to good to let go by.
He didn't have to wait long until it happened, and so quickly. As Banner poured the chemicals together, Peter gave a cry and then fellow forward; landing heavily as he shook and groaned in pain – again, clutching his sides as Banner watched in amazement. The serum at 95% and rising, Bruce watched in arousal as he saw first pulsing bumps and then deepening swells arise on Spiderman's sides; throbbing growths that could only be one thing as the scientist finally had the formula to hand. Turning quickly, and with Spiderman too dazed from the pain, he took a deep gulp of the chemical before putting it aside and running over to the fallen hero. Pulling the younger man up, he offered to embrace and ease him through the pain; Peter agreeing as he hugged the scientist tightly while Banner closed his arms around the red and blue clad man, in turn.
To his amazement, Bruce could feel the thinner man's sides growing and forming: the red and blue spandex stretching and beginning to tear as Bruce watched with an intent desire. And indeed, no matter how he might try to hide it, something within him started to change. He was becoming aroused, and when his heart began to beat fast and his body straining with stress, he would begin to transform. To hulk out... With a groan, Bruce felt his own body begin to grow and swell; the tight muscles of the scientists body beginning to ache and balloon with new growth as he grew ever bigger.
Spiderman, tired from the pain, was at first startled and then unbelieving as the scientist's clothes began to tighten, swell and tear; the dull moans and groans and tearing revealing ever bigger greener muscles as Bruce's voice deepened and his hair begin to darken from his usual groomed style. And yet, despite his shock, Peter had started to become aroused too: his erection swelling under his costume as it pressed against Banner's tightening, shrinking pants. Feeling the scientist's green muscles close and tear through the sleeves as they tightened around his waist, he could only ask what was happening to the other man, though Banner was silent – briefly dazed by the change, though hoping that Spiderman realized the size and strength of his swelling, muscular body.
Confused, but aroused and still pained, Peter wondered what to do and what was happening when he realized that Bruce himself, as he grew and grew, had become strongly aroused; sprouting a constrained erection in his tightening crotch which now pressed against Spiderman's thigh. At this, he suddenly realized that Bruce was getting very aroused in his tight hugging, but also of his swelling sides too. Holding tighter still as the pain came again and again more deeply, he asked Bruce what was going on, though grunted and could speak no more; Bruce at last feeling the spandex begin to pop, squeal and tear as the costume tore and he felt new, muscular arms and hands pull away!
At this, Bruce could resist no longer and started to cum in his pants – his grunting and shaking surprising Spiderman as he felt the bigger man's damp thigh and asked why he had climaxed. Bigger and stronger, though not truly a hulk yet, Bruce simply grunted that it felt good, though Spiderman soon realized that his sense of touch was all the more remarkable, as he felt not just two, or four but six pairs of hands flex in confusion – indeed, his transformation had come to pass!
Both men standing, still tightly bond in their embrace, Spiderman coughed and sighed as he asked what in the world had happened – and indeed, it seemed that whatever it was, his arachnid nature had some kind of latent mutation, and given him four new limbs and hands. Perplexed and stunned as he felt the strong, muscular limbs flex and squeeze amid the tatters of his once fitting costume, the bigger, stronger and greener Bruce could only grin. His words that Spiderman was all the more sexy and hot for this change making Peter even more confused. Indeed, he didn't know that Dr. Banner was gay, and certainly never suspected he had a fetish for multi-limbs. Spiderman relaxing now, but still sore and struggling with his new limbs, the bigger and more hulkish Bruce only tightened his embrace a last time with a grin as he felt a few of Peter's new hands press and clutch at his huge, hard body – Spiderman still a little embarrassed and trying to joke as Bruce finally released him from his hulking, muscular grip.
Still flustered, even under the mask, Peter tried to compose himself – indeed, the surge of strange impulses, feelings and the extraordinary transformation had left Spiderman at odds with himself and indeed, the presence of four new hands and arms was something that would take getting used to. If not for long. Turning again to Dr. Banner, Peter's usual quip of humour stalled as he found the scientist breathing heavily; Bruce struggling to contain his inevitable, hulking change as his clothes tightened, his voice grew ever more coarse and and his flesh ever greener as he grunted his explanation to the watching superhero. Indeed, he could no longer control himself – he was too aroused, too stimulated and engorged by the sights he had seen in Spiderman's strong new arms. He was hulking out, and he couldn't fight it anymore – Banner's strained, articulate voice growing deeper and coarse as his green transformation overcame him.
Still, watching with a dull awe, Peter couldn't deny his own problems as the once small doctor began to get truly green and hulk out. Peter still potently aroused, he found one of his new hands moving to cup a new, and growing erection under his costume; the sight of the struggling, ever bigger and stronger man before him, along with his strange new arms, moving him to a pained arousal as he grew erect under his tight costume. But, to his shock, that was not the end of it...
Peter had heard rumours and stories of "hulk-outs" bedore, from other heroes, but seeing it up close and personal was a sight to see. Banner seemed to struggle, even as he relented; staggering and groaning as his already muscular, straining form engorged itself. Falling and grunting, Bruce's muscular body seemed to grow ever bigger and wider, his white jacket rending further as it began too split down the back, revealing a deepening cleft of rocky, green muscles. Groaning and mumbling in that coarse voice, Bruce's shoulders split his coat and the shirt beneath as bigger, greener arms peeled the fabric from around them; bigger, coarser green hands slamming and grabbing as the man got ever greener.
His purple pants tearing and rending as his legs engorged and calves distended like great green stones, his shoes were already bulging and swollen with the massing feet within before the leather split: the sole torn from the leather as the emerging hulk gave a gurgle of pleasure at the freedom of his ever growing green feet. The ragged shoes flopping about as he staggered forward, Bruce felt his rising chest split his shirt open as he struggled dimly to tear away from the stinging fabric. Ripping the tie from his neck as his shoulders grew ever wider, his belt split from his massing waist – a trunk of hard green muscle that made Peter inwardly gasp; and more, the bulge of the man's hulking crotch as it grew ever larger, pushing down the thigh of his straining, splitting pants.
But it was as the doctor's face spread, thickened and deepened into the Hulk's that Peter noticed something else – indeed, amid the rags, the huge green man slapped and hugged at his sides before doubling over and groaned in deep pain. Before his very eyes, the hulk's sides were throbbing and beginning to distend as the green man grinned through the pain; muscles swelling and rising as the transforming gamma man struggled with so many sensations. Hesitating for a moment, Peter rushed over and relented too – hugging the Hulk deeply as he felt many new hands and arms begin to emerge from that ever bigger green waist.
Hearing and feeling the new limbs throb and unwind as Hulk groaned, Spiderman was delighted to feel the Hulk's huge back distend ever wider and bigger as it torn the last remains of Banner's coat, and the shirt once under it. Feeling the deepening back and the ever wider, throbbing shoulders as even his new hands struggled to keep a grip, Peter noticed that the Hulks's own hands were reaching for him; firm but not crushing as those big green fingers closed about his body in arousal, pulling him ever closer. Peter, pulled against the Hulk's massing green growth – feeling the roll and distension of the huge man's ever bigger muscles, swelling biceps and pecs to become the mountain of a mutant man known as the Hulk, and no longer Banner.
In this, Peter Parker could no longer resist; indeed, his own arousal was swelling up, tight and hard, under his costume and prodding the hulk in the thigh. Peter, overwhelmed and astonished at what had happened in just the last hour grunted, shook and stirred in the Hulk's grinning embrace before he at last shouted and shouted he would cum. He couldn't take it any longer, and he had to cum. The Hulk, watching this keenly and with a wide grin took from this and would no longer deny the hard erection that had swelled and torn its way down Banner's pants during the change. And so, in one, both heroes started to climax – shaking and shouting in release as both gripped each other with their multitude of arms and squeezing hands...
Staggering apart at last, their pants stained and damp with their ejaculate, Spiderman slumped down and fell back – his breath hoarse as a few of his arms flexed or squeezed in release. Still sighing and groaning as he lay there, the Hulk had drawn back – his own breath a deep grumble, and his purple pants now wet from his exertion – as he leant against a nearby wall. His own new arms flexing and stirring sluggishly, the Hulk could only grin and mumble. At last turning back as the red and blue superhero sat up, the Hulk lumbered towards him – heavy, ragged feet smacking the floor before he stood to look down at the smaller man. Spiderman's arms flexing nervously, Peter could only look up through his mask at the huge, towering green muscles before him and, to his embarrassment, he felt himself getting hard again, through his already damp costume.
Cracking a joke, the Hulk just stared and grinned: he was getting hard too, and through his damp crotch Spiderman could see the massing, turgid shape of the green man's member. Maybe it was because of the change, or maybe because of his fevered state or maybe Dr. Banner's revelation, but regardless, he wouldn't deny that he would need to cum again and soon. Looking down at the erection through the damp spandex, the Hulk grumbled and smiled on his broad green face. His many arms flexing or stirring in nervous excitement, he grunted as he felt his own member harden and harden – feeling some of the fabric below strain and pop before the shape was stuff again. Making a last joke as he began to shake and shiver, Spiderman fell back as he started to cum again, before the Hulk's huge form and muscles; the great, gamma green man loosening a loud grunt and gasp as he too started to cum again, through his already tight, torn purple pants...
When both were done, they regarded each other for a moment before realizing that, like it or not, tonight was not done with. And that may be a long way to go before Peter got his serum, and the Hulk calmed down.
It would be a long night for both, Peter joked...