"Jugger-Not"

[6 word request: Mutant transfers juggernaut’s size to boyfriend]

The earth rumbled as the massive, armor-clad man ran faster than the speed of sound through the barren desert, his huge footsteps leaving craters as he plowed along. From the sky, one would only see a bright red flash, but in reality, the massive Cain Marko, the unstoppable Juggernaut, was moving with incredible speed for a man of his size.

He skidded to a stop (leaving deep grooves in the earth for over half a mile) when he saw his target, a massive metallic structure in the otherwise empty wasteland. He stared up at the spire, nearly ten stories high, and doubled his fists. “Dammit, Tom, I’m coming!” he said, calling out to his former partner, Black Tom Cassidy. When he got the message that his buddy had been kidnapped and held for ransom in the middle of nowhere, he came to save him without a moment’s hesitation.

Cain scanned the area for an opponent but no one arrived. “You said there’d be an army!” he said, flexing his massive, metal-banded biceps. “You’re gonna need a hundred armies if you think you’re gonna keep me away from Tom!” With one swing of his massive limb, he pulverized the bottom of the tower, swiping furiously at debris as the whole glimmering metal structure crashed down around him.

When it was over, he tossed the larger pieces of debris and stared around, confused. “The hell? Where the hell is Tom?” he asked in a panic. He lifted a section of twisted metal, worried he’d killed his friend in his rage. “Is there anybody out here? Is this some sort of trick?”

The air in front of him wavered, like a mirage, and an average-sized man appeared, hovering in midair. He was dressed in a nice blazer, a graphic tee and some stylish jeans--nothing like the kind of superhuman Cain was expecting. “Mr. Marko! So nice to see you. VERY big fan. Thank you so much for joining me out here. You follow directions well!”

The massive villain clapped his enormous hands together with so much force that a shockwave erupted toward the mysterious man. The floating stranger withstood the blast and smiled. “Ha! Great move. Force field, though.”

“It’ll take more than a force field to stop me!” the Juggernaut said.

The floating man adjusted his glasses and smirked. “Yes, normally you’d probably, what… punch me? Launch me into orbit? You’re feeling a bit strange though, aren’t you.”

Cain grimaced, flexing his huge arms, but engaged in no violence, despite his heavy desire to do so. “You… are gonna end up… a splatter…”

“Don’t feel bad. I’m a mutant,” the man said. “My name’s Oliver. I don’t have some cutesy little nickname like all those other guys do, and I turned down Xavier’s offer to train at the school. I can build anything, basically. I get an idea, and the schematics just appear in my head. So what you’re feeling right now is a device constructed to channel mystical energies…”

Cain gasped as the metal bands circling his huge arms suddenly slid off, hitting the ground with a heavy THUNK.

“...such as those projected by your ‘Gem of Cyttorak’ that gives you your size…” The Juggernaut’s big boots slumped to the ground and he stepped out of them, baffled. “...and your ability to resist opposing forces. Just relax. It’ll all be over in a moment.”

Cain swung his much-smaller arms wildly as they lost all of their mass. His helmet tilted forward and landed on the ground, revealing a panicked redhead getting skinnier with every moment that passed. It wasn’t long before he was skinny and naked, his discarded armor reminding him how huge and powerful he was just moments before.

Oliver held up a small silver rod with a glowing orb at the end, now pulsing with red energy. “Don’t worry, ‘Jugger-Not,’ your invulnerability remains, so you’ll survive the few days I leave you out here in the middle of the desert. Your size will return when I’m done with it. And if you’re thinking of coming after me for revenge, just imagine how easily I could make this permanent…” He clicked a small button on his lapel and vanished in a flash of green energy.

*

Oliver sipped his tea as his boyfriend, Jericho, emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Every part of Jericho’s massive body rippled as he walked by. Oliver licked his lips as he admired his boyfriend’s powerful physique. He had to adjust his groin when he imagined using one of his devices on Jericho--reducing him to a scrawny wimp, or worse--but he had a better idea in mind.

“You've been quiet,” Jericho said as he noticed that Oliver was quietly reading, an uncharacteristically sedentary behavior for the hyperactive man.

“Well, for once I don’t have much to say,” Oliver said, interjecting when he noticed Jericho’s concerned reaction, “...but in a very serene way. I’m pleased that all of trouble between us has resolved, and for once, I have hope for the future.”

Jericho smiled, running a big hand through his curly blonde hair. He flashed a cool smile and licked his lips before yanking off his towel and tossing it at Oliver, who laughed as it covered his face. Oliver removed the cloth and took a long look at his 6’5” stunning boyfriend, who stood with his fists at his hips, thrusting his massive chest out, a big flaccid cock swinging powerfully between legs as wide as most average men’s waists.

“You know, with a body like that, it’s no wonder a super-villain isn’t accusing you of being the alter-ego of a caped crusader,” Oliver said with a smile. Jericho just scratched his big chest, bouncing his pecs--a move Oliver was sure he did on purpose, to tantalize his much smaller boyfriend, despite claiming it was a casual reflex.

“You know I don’t believe in that ‘superhero’ stuff,” Jericho said as he strutted back to his room to get ready. Oliver admired the big glutes bouncing and flexing with each heavy footfall. “All that stuff is performance. Big corporations and the government hiring actors and stuff.”

Oliver sighed as Jericho’s door slammed shut. Surely his “serenity” was a performance; he’d placed a tracker on Jericho and caught him sleeping with another man. When accused, Jericho had flipped the conversation, accusing Oliver of funding his luxurious condo and lavish lifestyle with serious cybercrimes and not the endless trustfund Oliver claimed. (In truth, Oliver just sold a few patents of life-changing devices he was able to concoct with his “ability”--but of course, Oliver couldn’t tell his hero-denying live-in lover about that.)

Jericho emerged from his room with his black STAFF t-shirt pulled tightly over his bulging torso. He gave Oliver a kiss as he headed to the door.

“You know,” Oliver said, tilting his head to the side, “I was thinking about coming to your club tonight with a friend. You think you could let me cut the line if I did?”

Jericho kissed Oliver again. “Babe, I’d love for you to visit, but the club’s rented out by some mega-rich guy tonight. Invite only. But tomorrow I’m all yours.”

Oliver adjusted his glasses and nodded. He gave Jericho a slap on his rock-hard behind. “I’ll be waiting for you when I get home.”

“I’ll be late,” Jericho said as he walked out the door. Oliver took a deep breath, tapped the screen on his watch, and walked to the fridge in the kitchen. With a loud whir lit tilted to the side, revealing a small elevator. Oliver hopped in and tapped a few buttons before the contraption descended.

“Should I be so angry about his lies?” Oliver mused as he walked into his darkened secret laboratory, lit only by the flashing buttons of various panels along the wall. “I mean, I’m the one with a high-tech stronghold hidden under our house,” he said. He walked along a series of gadgets before grabbing the rod containing Juggernaut’s size. “No,” he finally stated to himself. “Hiding my mutant power is not the same as fucking some guy behind my back.” He held up a hair he’d plucked from Jericho’s shirt when they’d kissed and inserted it into the glowing energy. “Now, let’s see how Jericho does when his already huge body gets super-sized…”

*

Jericho looked both ways before ducking into the dingy apartment complex. He hustled in with his head down (knowing full well a man of his stature was easily recognizable whether his face was covered or not) and pounded on door 17. The door opened quickly and he shoved his way in, grabbing the shorter, well-built man on the other side, lifting him off the ground with his kiss.

“Caleb, babe, god damn am I horny for you,” Jericho said, tossing the muscled cub onto the dingy bed in the center of the studio apartment.

Caleb smiled, taken aback by Jericho’s ferocity. “Big guy! You’re riled up.”

“You make me riled up,” Jericho said, undoing his belt buckle.

Caleb stroked his beard as he looked up at the massively muscled man looming over him. “Are you dressed for work?”

“Had to. Oliver thinks I’m at the club.”

Caleb’s smile faded. “Oh. So… you haven’t had that talk yet.”

“Look,” Jericho said, grabbing the back of his shirt with one bulky paw and yanking the tight t-shirt over his wide shoulders, “if I play this right, I can snag enough cash from Mr. Moneybags that you and I could be set for life. And then we can just start our life together. If I dump him now, what, am I gonna live here? With you?” As he gestured around the apartment, a police siren passed by. Caleb let out a sigh, obviously less excited about Jericho’s visit despite the big dick that was already half hard and pointing in his direction.

“Or, you have your meal ticket at home, and you get sex with me on the side, and you never have to make any decisions,” Caleb said.

Jericho laughed. It was rare for Caleb to speak up for himself like that. In fact, it was a real turn-on. Nobody ever talked back to a huge guy like Jericho, and it was good to hear someone speaking their mind for once. “How about we talk after I breed that big musclebutt of yours?” he said, lowering down to the bed and approaching Caleb on all fours.

Caleb was overwhelmed as the big man loomed over him, a massive arm on either side of him, his chiseled face leering down. Jericho lapped the side of Caleb’s face like a dog. The smaller man moaned as Jericho started doing pushups, lowering his bulk down on Caleb until he’d nearly squashed him, then pressing back up.

Caleb was enamored with all the muscle coming down on him, licking it and rubbing his hands across every pumped, rock-hard. Jericho grinned, knowing that his beefy little cub would do anything he asked. Something distracted him from his lover, however: his chest looked extra pumped up, like he’d just done a massive workout at the gym.

“Fuck… my pecs,” Jericho mumbled.

“Fucking huge,” Caleb said, burying his face in the crevice between the two meaty pillows.

“No, they’re… bigger…”

“Yeah, big man… getting all huge for me…” Caleb murmured as he slobbered over Jericho’s mass.

Jericho was about to comment that his arms looked bigger--as in, bigger than they had just moments before--when he was overcome by a wave of warmth. “GODDAMN!” he roared, his whole body tensing. Every muscle flexed at once, engorging with blood, but the size didn’t diminish when Jericho relaxed.

“Geez… christ!” Caleb groaned as Jericho’s extra mass pressed down on him. “You’re crushing me, babe! Get off!”

Jericho panicked. His arms were fully extended, but his muscles had plumped up so much that he couldn’t press away from his lover. His pecs had thickened so much that they hung down as heavy slabs, crushing Caleb even with his arms fully extended.

Jericho turned to look behind him--with great effort, as his torso had gotten so big he was losing mobility--and noticed his ass and back lookingly shockingly bigger than before.

“Caleb, something’s happening,” Jericho said as he watched the veins on his arms pulsing. He was still expanding, like an inflating balloon, and there was nothing he could do to stop it! “Babe, get out from under me!” he growled.

Caleb did what he could as the rate of growth increased. Caleb moaned as he felt his muscles pressing against each other, his traps and neck blown up so big that it felt like they were swallowing his head.

“Fuck--I’m trapped!” Caleb moaned as he found Jericho’s pecs smashing down on his legs just before he could slip away.

Jericho roared again as he felt himself blossoming with so much hard mass that he felt like he was perfectly round.

*

Oliver followed the tracking signal to apartment 17 and waved a device at the door handle, magnetically shifting the lock tumblers. He opened the door and was greeted with a hilarious sight: two tan orbs of quivering flesh, not immediately identifiable as belonging to a human. Oliver chuckled as a wave of gym stink flooded his nostrils. He crouched down and identified two feet at the end of the flexing blobs. He immediately recognized Jericho’s size 14 feet, only slightly puffy while the rest of the bodybuilder had quadrupled in size.

But while Jericho’s body had expanded with muscle, his frame had stayed the same size, resulting in what looked like an overinflated raft with slightly-above-average-sized hands and feet sticking off the overgrown appendages. Jericho chuckled as he felt the mass. He recognized Jericho’s sweaty smell. The bulbous body in front of him was surprisingly rock-hard and warm.

“Look at you, big old muscle blob!”

“Who’s there?” called Jericho’s voice, the blimp too overgrown to begin to address anything behind him.

Oliver heard someone else whimpering as well. “Please! Help me! I can’t move under here.”

Oliver beamed as he surveyed his work. All of the Juggernaut’s muscle had filled Jericho’s form but none of his height. THere wasn’t much room in the little studio apartment aside from Jericho’s muscleblown body, either. Oliver tiptoed around him until he reached the front.

“Hi there, big guy!” Oliver said, patting Jericho’s puffing, angry face as sweat poured from it. Oliver watched his boyfriend’s fingers wiggling, the only movement he could manage in this state.

Underneath Jericho was another man, hairy and well built. His legs were stuck between Jericho’s pecs, so big they squeezed together with his legs trapped in between. Oliver patted the poor man’s face and smiled.

“H-holy… are you Tony Stark?” the little muscle cub asked.

Oliver laughed. “I’m about thirty years younger than him, but yes, I’d say I embody his sense of style. Jericho, tell your buddy here who I am.”

Jericho tried to look away but alas, his head was stuck in place. “He’s… my… boyfriend…”

“What’s your friend’s name, Jericho?” Oliver asked.

“I’m Caleb,” he said, extending a hand. Oliver shook back, raising an eyeball at the audacity of the trapped “mistress”--but respecting it nonetheless.

“Aw, poor Jericho. Seems like you finally got all the muscle of your dreams but it’s not what you wanted?”

“Please,” Jericho begged. “Please, make me normal sized again. I’m hurting Caleb…”

“But what about how you’re hurting me?” Oliver said. He pulled a small circle of metal and attached it to Jericho’s cheek.

“What is that?” Jericho said, twitching away. He shook his head to try to dislodge it, but the quarter-sized device stayed put.

“Well, with this device I can control your mass, and I figured I’d lighten the load on poor Caleb here…”

Oliver produced his phone and winked at Caleb. “Bluetooth controlled, of course,” he said. He adjusted some sliding settings and suddenly Jericho’s body lifted off the ground.

“What the fuck?” Jericho said, more panicked now that he had lost contact with the floor. His massive back bopped against the ceiling, crushing the rotating fan in its rippling sinews.

Caleb sighed and stood up, grateful to be free. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he said. “He never told me he had a boyfriend.”

“He’s lying!” Jericho said as he filled the ceiling. “He knew! He wanted me to break up with you!”

Oliver just shook his head. “Well, I have to say, I’m disappointed in both of you, but I do have a solution. Temporary of course. Caleb, my man, would you hold this?” He handed a length of woven cable to Caleb, who took it without thinking.

“What’s this--WHOA!” he cried out as the cable suddenly elongated, snaking around Caleb’s body and encircling him tightly. Finally the ends of the cable raised up and wrapped around the big Jericho blimp’s waist, attaching him like a baby bjorn. Caleb hung from the massive Jericho’s naked waist, wriggling unsuccessfully.

Oliver tapped a few buttons on his phone and smiled as the device on Jericho’s cheek glowed. “See, I’m going to make a few adjustments to you. The contraption I whipped up to drain the Juggernaut is now embedded in your cells. Now, any superhuman who comes near you will find himself dwindling to a scrawny wimp while you inherit all of his muscle. You’ll be the muscle freak of your dreams, Jericho! And Caleb, you wanted to be with my man so much, he’s yours now. I’m setting you free, Jericho, in more ways than one!”

*

Caleb wouldn’t stop shrieking as the two of them floated higher and higher, the ground miles below.

“Would you shut the fuck up?” Jericho barked, but Caleb kept whimpering.

“Is… is that someone coming to help?” Caleb sniffled as a small metallic jet approached from the distant blue sky.

“Oh, shit…” Jericho said as he recognized the Avengers Quinjet. “Stop! Wait!” Moments later the jet was hovering above them. “No!” Jericho tried to warn them. “Don’t come near me!”

Thor and Captain America leapt from the jet and landed on Jericho’s massive back.

“Forsooth, it seems this monstrosity is lighter than air besides being so big?” Thor said, not noticing as his muscular build started to dwindle.

“We’ll have Tony take a look at him later,” Captain America said. “We’re here to help you! Relax, we’re bringing you back down to Earth!” Suddenly Cap found he couldn’t hold his shield anymore. It tumbled from his hands, getting lodged between the deep crevices of Jericho’s back. A moment later Captain America’s pants fell down, and as the superhero turned he saw a lithe blonde man standing where Thor once had, his helmet so big it had slipped over his eyes.

Meanwhile, below them, Jericho expanded ever larger, screaming as the pressure built in him, never knowing if he would grow infinitely or, at one point, just explode...