Brandon looked up in shock at the huge beast that had carried him down to the basement. The naked man wasn't just big, he was seriously jacked. And naked. Totally, gloriously naked.
"Who... who the fuck are you?" Brandon stammered, eyes wide.
"THE FUCKING PIZZA GUY!" the hulking figure roared, stepping forward, grabbing Brandon's scrawny neck and shoving the teen against the wall. "Now what the fuck did your dad do to make me so weak?" he demanded, growling.
Brandon shook his head in denial. He had no idea what this loony freak was talking about. The man was built like some sort of huge bodybuilder, had a porn star's cock and balls, and clearly had plenty of strength to spare!
Brad's breathing became deeper as he seethed with anger. His fingers twitched angrily. He ached to break this little pencil-neck in half. He exhaled in frustration. The Liquid Muscle had worked fantastically. His body was bloated with power, bigger and stronger than before. Veins ran across the massive muscles that were packed on to his body, full of might.
Brandon could feel the brute's fingers twitch as they dug into the soft flesh of his neck. He trembled in fear, but couldn't help but admire the man's massive physique. If only he had a body like that, Brandon mused (in one of those odd moments that one can only have while facing death). He felt the fingers tighten, saw the dangerous glint in the pizza man's eyes. Brandon began to hyperventilate, breathing in deeply, struggling to control his rising panic.
As Brandon breathed in, he unwittingly began to drink Brad's essence, unmoored by the formula vial that Brad had foolishly crushed, earlier. Brandon's body began to change. Strength flowed through him, making his weak limbs suddenly powerful. He gasped and took in deeper draughts of air. His soft neck became firmer, then started to thicken, forcing Brad's fingers apart, loosening the hulking deliveryman's grip. "Oh yeah..." Brandon murmured, feeling his muscles swell, feeling his clothing become tight around his growing frame. "Oh YEAH!!!" he cried out, much louder now, reveling in the changes that were taking place.
Brad stepped back, letting go of the teen's throat, confused. What the hell was going on? Why did he suddenly feel weak? Again? He had to get out of here!
Brandon could sense the nude hulk's confusion, could see his sudden panic. Brandon wasn't stupid, he knew the man was about to flee. He couldn't have that, not yet. He rushed forward, grabbing the big stud's giant shoulders, pushing him back against a workbench. It creaked as the huge young deliveryman fell back upon it. Brandon grinned, taking deep breaths, feeling that wonderful power return. Feeling his body respond, growing even larger, even more powerful. His clothes now skin tight all over, clinging to him like a second skin, constricting.
Brad looked up at the teen who loomed over him, and struggled to free himself. It was no use however, as Brandon had him held down tight on the bench. "Let me go!" Brad pleaded, ashamed of how his voice sounded, weak and afraid.
Brandon merely chuckled in response, his voice deeper and more menacing. "No, no. Not yet, not yet," Brandon teased, "Not until I have what I want!"
Brad could feel himself shrinking, his body losing its amazing size and strength. And he could see exactly where it was going: into Brandon. Brad struggled with renewed effort, thrashing desperately, trying to get free. Brandon was having none of it; he shook Brad, lifted him up, and then shoved him hard against the workbench. "Not yet!" Brandon snarled, clearly angry. He squeezed Brad's shoulders hard, making the man groan in pain. Through Brad's half-closed eyes, he could see the grin that spread across Brandon's face, just as the teen's body exploded with growth, tearing through his clothes, massive muscles appearing like a whale rising from the fabric sea.
"YES!" Brandon howled, his voice deeper yet, as he drew every last bit of Brad's size and power into himself, leaving the once-hulking young deliveryman as a shadow of his former self. What once had been huge was now less than ordinary in size; what once had been insanely strong was now quite weak.
Brandon took a step back, grinning. He stepped over to a dirty old mirror to the side, admiring his huge new body. "Oh fuck yeah..." he growled, flexing slowly, admiring his massive new muscles in the glass. His now quite impressive cock slowly rose, engorging with blood, powered by his excitement at his transformation. Brandon had become truly huge, after draining Brad of every bit of his "Liquid Muscle" enhanced physique. If anything, the draining process seemed to have enhanced matters: Brandon had gained all the benefits of Liquid Muscle, without any of the drawbacks.
Brad slowly tried to get up off of the workbench. This place was really a house of horrors! If only he could get his hands on some more Liquid Muscle, maybe he could undo some of this damage... he couldn't imagine being so small!