Meet Jack Hyde
By: Eaten29

It stills feels like yesterday since my life changed. It all happened so quickly, the moment that changed my life and the lives of those around me so quickly. I’m Tom and that’s all you need to know for know. I was a Chemistry student at one of the top Universities for my field, working with my hero, we’ll call Professor Q.

Prof. Q was doing work on genetic enhancements and as one of his top students, I was allowed to assist in making a ‘mark in history’ he had told us. We were in his laboratory that the University had built just for him, running test on the Q-Gas, a green substance that was kept locked away in a plastic chamber, only to be handled by the professor when Bill came in and slammed the door. He was covered in shaving crème and feathers.

That day it had just been Jill and I checking the white lab rats and taking notes. We turned and looked at the scrawny guy covered in foam, trying not to laugh. Bill was a regular target for the local fraternities; he ran his mouth and tried to make everyone around him feel stupid.

“Again? Jeez Billy, maybe you should report it to the campus security and they’ll-“

“Jill, just shut up!” Bill had taken the towel, the sweat-laced towel he had taken from the gym when he’d been attacked, and threw it at her. She was his mousy little girlfriend, just as small as he was if not smaller. But she was smarter than the both of us combined.

“God, she’s just trying to help. Be careful-” I warned him, as his feet were slippery from the foam under his shoes.

“I will, God. I just came here to use the professor’s shower.” Yeah, Prof. Q even had his own bathroom. Bill stomped his way over to the bathroom, while Jill and I continued to run tests.

“You can do better, y’know?” I told her.

“He’s just stressed. He gets like that some times…” Jill may have been smart, but like most she had a soft spot and that had always been for Bill. When Bill came out, he came out in a spare set of the Professor’s clothes that just hung on him as if he were a body-shaped hanger.

“Look at me guys,” He laughed, walking in mock posture of the Professor. Jill and I had laughed, as we had depended on Bill’s humor to keep us from ripping out our eyes from our sockets on some days.

Suddenly, Bill’s foot tripped over the large pants and went tumbling forward into an array of beakers and burners. We watched helplessly, as the containers cracked open and colorless liquids met with the small fires. Bill backed away quickly, but the Professor’s suit jacket had caught aflame on the arm. Jill and I fought it off of him as his panicked, screaming about. “Calm down!” I barked in his ear. The fire started spreading, hopping off of the chemistry table and following the colorless chemicals on the floor. It pulled the flame over to the large container in the middle of the room containing the Professor’s experimental gas. The chamber was marked “Toxic” so we knew we had to get out of there… but, I knew that if that place went up we would have lost more than the gas, but other research that the department had worked on for years. Things the campus couldn’t know about, things that couldn’t be stored in other places…

“Jill, take Bill out of here- I gotta get some things and I’ll be right behind you.” She argued with me, grabbing on to Bill and me, but I pushed her off of me and ran into the back. I frantically tried to save all of the things that the Professor told us not to- that he had had. But these were the things that Prof. Q couldn’t just place his name on and claim, as he was rumored to have a habit of doing. This was proof of my work, of Bill and Jill’s. I ran through the file cabinets, ripping out the folders.

When I came back into the laboratory for other things I could take, that’s when the chamber caught fire. Suddenly and blue thick smoke sprayed into the room. I grew afraid then, not wanting my name in the spotlight anymore, and I reached for that towel Bill had earlier. It smelled sweaty, and looked similar to one of the towels from the gym that was used to wipe the benches after forgetful muscleheads. The stench of musk was enough, but I could still smell the gas seeping through the towel. I started coughing as I pushed through the Exit door, running out of the building. When I reached outside, there was already the faint sound of fire trucks and ambulances approaching. I tried to stand on my own two feet, but after all of that, I dropped the folders and fainted on the sidewalk. Bill and Jill rushed to my aid.

When I awakened, I was in a hospital bed, flowers surrounding me. Bill was in a side chair, snoring. Jill had just come back in, two coffees in her hand. When she saw my eyes open, of course, she dropped the refreshments rushing to my side.

“I’m so glad you’re awake!” She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. It took me a moment to grasp the fact that I was actually in a hospital. “How long was I out for?”

“Three days.” I blinked. “The doctor’s didn’t know what effects that gas would have had on your system. The Professor got in some serious trouble for even having it, and the whole departments been shut down.”

“And everyone hates me.” Bill yawned coming to life. “I mean, you wreck somebody’s dreams and all of a sudden it’s your fault.” Bill’s words were bitter. Even though I was the one in the hospital bed, it was Tom and Jill’s job, as usual, to make Bill feel better.

I was out of the hospital a week later and back at my apartment. Angela, my high school sweetheart and my ex-fiancée had flown into to see how I was doing. Back then we were both Science Club geeks and she had been the girl whose mouth had been attacked by a Evil Dentist who had wanted her family to suffer for a lack of insurance. Yet, when I had opened the door, I found someone totally different. She had lost all of that fat that use to rest on her face; her tits were as huge as my head was, and her curves were being matched in that blue dress. “Oh Tom, I was so worried.” We hugged and talked for hours, and when I tried to make a move on her later that night, she turned me down.

“We’re in different places now… I mean I’m looking for someone different than I use to.”

I took another sip of my beer. “Yeah, like who?”

“Someone who… I don’t know, takes command. Makes everyone pay attention to his presence, aggressive.” She sighed, a sigh that had let me know that a many of aggressive, presence-grabber had made her sigh like that a number of nights.

“Whatever Angela. God, who knew that you moving to L.A. would have turned you into such a vapid slut- get the fuck out!” I got off the couch in a fury and opened my door, gesturing for her to leave. Angela rolled her eyes, knowing how dramatic I could get with too many beers in my system. She leaned into my ear and whispered. “I’m just being honest, but you know I still love you.” She kissed me, soft, as if it were the last kiss I’d get from her. Then, she left, leaving me with a hard on.

Pissed, horny, and feeling rejected, I went into my bedroom, unzipped my pants and started jacking. I remembered how it was to fuck Angela, with the weight on her face and the acne on here forehead. Now, I fantasized about fucking the perfect Angela with the large tits, the tight ass, and the desire for only nerdy skinny college guys.

What I hadn’t realized was that my cock has started to grow more… more than it was supposed to. I was use to my fingertips touching when I masturbated, but my shaft had separated the circle I made with my hand. I looked down and my 6” cock was now 8…9… 10” hard. The cockhead bloomed like a mushroom, as precum leaked from my cockslit. And my cockslit started to open, as if it were taking breaths…

That was when I felt a sharp pain in my spine that arched my back and flattened me against my bed. My body was being stretched out as if somebody welling pulling from both ends. I started to scream.

My clothes became tighter. My belt had snapped off as my waist began to expand. My jeans started to rip as my thighs increase to the size of tree trunks. I split the seams of the back as two large muscular glutes bulged out behind me, ripping my underwear.

My legs kept growing longer, along with my torso as my muscles began to tighten, as if I had done 1,000 crunches in a matter of seconds. Ripples ran down my stomach forming a nice six pack. My pecs started to grow along with the muscles in my arms, ripping my white tee shirt to shreds to fell off the bed.

I looked down at my chiseled muscular body, amazed and yet horrified. I went from my small 5’7” frame to almost 6’3”. My chest now belongs on one of those fitness magazines, as each crevice and bulge was made of pure muscle.

My brain started to tingle as if I were coming; yet my dick wasn’t even oozing precum anymore… I tried to speak, but the throat didn’t respond. I wanted to hyperventilate but my lungs would let me…

Because they weren’t mine. A desperate scream could only be heard in my mind as I cried for help and passed out.

But my body remained conscious. As someone else took the helm…

He took his first gasp of air, freed from the back of that pathetic loser’s mind. He looked around, and started to move. The body responded to his commands… not Tom’s. Yes, Tom was now in the back of his mind, asleep. He was free to do as he pleased, whenever, where ever, whomever…

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He became anxious wondering if he should even answer it.

“Tom- its Bill. Open up you ass. Can’t stay locked in there forever.” The Beast blinked, trying to remember… Bill.

Bill. That piece of shit that ruined everything around him, but Tom didn’t have the ability to cut him loose. The beast smirked, grabbing the bed’s comforter and wrapping it abound his lower waist as he ripped off the final shred of clothes that remained. He opened the door and eyed the little piece of shit.

“What?” said the muscle God. Bill blinked, looking at the address on the door.

“Um... is Tom here, who are you?”

The Beast blinked, trying to think of something… what was his name. “Hyde. Jack Hyde.” That was creative. “I’m watching Tom’s place for him while he’s out of town.”

Bill eyed him and smirked. “And that involves getting naked and rolling around in Tom’s bed. That’s some fine watching you got there, big guy.”

‘Jack’ let Bill come in and he sat the beers on the coffee table and took off his coat. “Tom didn’t tell us he was going out of town…” Bill started to grow suspicious.

And at that very moment, Jack’s stomach growled loudly… the transformation had taken a lot of his body and he needed food. “Yeah, he said he needed time to think- he didn’t tell me his mother was going to stop by or I wouldn’t have been jackin off in the back.” Bill rolled his eyes. “His mother? Wow. A jock with a good comeback- alert the media. I’m just hurt- I would have watched his place for free. Are you failing Chem 101 and need help reading the Periodic Table?”

Bill and his mouth. Jack smirked. “No, no I don’t. I know a little thing about Chemistry.” It was then that Jack knew what he was going to do... he was going to get bill to kiss his feet and beg him not to kick his little ass.

“I also know how to flatten faeries into the ground, so watch it.” That was enough, as Bill balled his fist and crossed the room. He took one punch that connected with his cheek, but Bill recoiled his hand, tending to his sore knuckles than Jack did. Jack just smiled, grabbing Bill and throwing him on the ground. Bill fought to get up, punching and kicking, but his attack meant little to Jack Hyde.

Hyde took a seat on Bill’s chest, his massive body crushing the little nerd.

“Get offa’ me!”

Hyde smiled, his dark eyed beaming down on Bill. He removed the comforter from his lower half, revealing his hard cock. He began to stroke it. Bill became utterly disgusted.

“And I’m the fairy?” Hyde ignored him.

“No, you’re the ball sack sniffer. I want you to sniff my balls and say they are they best thing you’ve ever smelt.” Hyde laughed. It was then that Bill gathered all the spit in his throat and blew a loogie on Hyde’s chest.

Hyde was disgusted that this piece of shit had done such a thing to his awesome form. He raised one of his foot from the side of Bill’s head and was read to smash the little fuck when…

It came to him. He got up and turned around, kneeling with his meaty ass in front of Bill. “Now you have to kiss my ass.”

Bill protested and Hyde pushed down, his glutes separating as Bill’s large nose met the ring of his ass.

“Oh God- it stinks- stop it!” The power alone got Hyde’s cock painfully hard. He pushed down ever harder, as his hole sucked in Bills nose, giving the man a whiff of Jack’s insides.

Hyde had to push down on Bill’s wailing limbs. The wailing limbs that was responsible for his existence. “You think that stinks? Well, let me really melt your face off” Hyde let out a fart that made his glutes quiver at the sides of Bill’s face as Bill bellowed a muffled cry.

Hyde was hugely turned on, feeling Bill’s breath inside of him, as he began rocking on the other man’s face. His asshole began to expand, accepting in more of his face. Bill’s whole world went dark. And smelled of shit and musk. He screamed inside of Hyde, hoping that was scare him, but all it did was made him feel full for a few seconds.

He needed more, as his gut rumbled. Yes, yes this was what his body needed. Food. He grabbed his cock and began humping his hand. Each thrust of his hips pulled Bill in more and more.

First, it was his whole head, and even Hyde let out a cry as his ass muscles worked to get him in. Bill’s neck was easer, but Hyde had to grab one of Bill’s arms and shove it inside of him to join Bill’s head. Shoulders would have killed him. Well, then.

With one arm in, Hyde spread his legs, moaning with desire and power and he drove his cock into his hand. He humped and humped, pulling Bill inside.

“Please don’t do this! You can’t do this! You’ll die from having your ass this extended! Don’t you know that?”

Hyde could hear the cries echoing inside of him and he laughed. No one could hear Bill’s last cries but him. “I know Bill. But I’m not like any other person you’ve ever met before. My ass can swallow you, blow a huge fart afterwards and I can go to sleep like it never happened.”

That was when Bill began to fight with everything he had left, squirming and flailing about. Little did he know that he was worming against Hyde’s protruding prostrate gland, sending even more waves of pleasure to his devourer. Hyde bucked his hips even harder at the air, and his ass began to make a slurping noise, as Bill’ was pulled in to the waist. Jack would turn his head to the sight behind him, feeling as if he was going to come immediately.

Yet Hyde had even better idea than just coming all over Tom’s… his apartment floor. A much better idea.

Tom cracked his eyes open and glanced at his alarm clock flashing ’11:47’ back at him. He let out a little gas in his gut, wafting their air behind him. Man, that was strong, he thought. He figured he must have eaten something really nasty to produce something like that… but he couldn’t remember anything about last night. He rolled over onto his stomach to reveal dried jizz all over his torso and the bed sheet. Usually, when he did something like that (and he hadn’t since the age of 15) his cock was usually awake to greet him to the mess it had made. His cock was just as asleep as he’d been moments ago.

He looked at the television stand to see his camera on and connected to the VCR. “What the hell?” Tom figured that he had Bill must have been playing tricks on him, video taping him in the middle of the night doing something stupid. He got up, and found that the tape had come to the end, so he rewound it. He jumped back onto his bed, with the remote to see what Bill had done to him. He hit play.

The sight was unbelievable. Standing in the middle of his room was the body in his dreams. It was him, just more muscular, his face more squared with a sharper nose.

“Hey Tom.” He crawled on the bed, yet hanging out of his ass, were a pair of legs. What the fuck?

“Oh, you’re probably wondering what the hell is going on and why do I have legs swinging out of my… our ass. Well, your friend Bill stopped by and, as usual, started acted like an ass. So, I showed him what a real ass was.” He let his ass face the camera and bent over, just so Tom could see Bill’s shoes kicking about.

This can’t be real… Bill was playing tricks on him. This was impossible. No one could be in somebody’s ass like that?

“It’s real, Tom. Don’t doubt it… I know you- I AM you. You wanted this in some way you know. To be done with that little piece of shit. Well, call me your fucking Guardian Angel because I made your inner desire come true.”

The muscle monster on the camera began humping at Tom’s bed, moaning aloud. Enjoying the feeling of having Tom’s best friend inside of him.

“God, I can hear him screaming for his life. He’s begging. ‘Please no… don’t do this to me Tom. I’m your best friend’” The bastard laughs and bucks his hips more. More and more of Bill is sucked in between the meaty glutes.

“Some friend you are Tom, eating your friend like that.” He started jacking off on camera, while Bill begged for his life and prayed to whatever God he might have believed in but had ignored for so long.

“I’m your God now Bill. You’re gonna become a part of something greater than your pathetic self. Right Tom? Yeah that’s right- you’re gonna feed your powerful God. Power his powerful body and make him even greater. You never know, maybe I’ll fuck that shrimp of a girl of yours and show her what good use you really are.” He began to hump against his bed even more, making it squeak. Tom didn’t know his bed could even squeak like that. The headboard was knocking against the wall furiously.

“Bill? Stop crying you fuckin’ pussy. Fine… I’ll make this go faster for us both.” The Beast farted aloud towards the camera, as Tom could hear the device’s recording system trying to capture the large sound but failing. The monster laughed.

“There, now you have no air.” The monster then started flexing his muscles, crushing Bill. He lifted his head back; jacking his cock as he came, white ribbons covering his chest.

“He’s dead now, Tom. I’ve… no we’ve killed him.” The monster laughed. “Yeah, it’s funny, you don’t think? Tomorrow you’ll be the one who has to take the biggest shit of his life, knowing that it was your best friend. It’s like you both are my bitches. Just one’s is up my ass and one’s a part of me.”

That’s when the monster grew serious, sitting up. “But not for long… because I’m not a bitch. That gas we’ve inhaled will keep progressing and soon you’ll be in the back of my mind… permanently.” He smiled.

“By the way- I’m Jack Hyde. Get it? Oh, and don’t think of showing this to anyone… because if I go down, you’re coming with me… after all, I AM you.” The monster hit the ‘Stop’ button on his remote and the tape turned into black-and-white static.

That was when Tom felt it, the fullness of his ass. And the need to relieve himself.

Oh God. Bill…

The End