Beast had the physique of a rather solid linebacker, combined with the muscular density of a big cat. It all combined to make him a really solid mutant -- 400 pounds of muscle and bone. Still, despite his size he wasn't the first name that came up in a discussion of the biggest X-Men. He didn't mind this; his mind made him a better fit for Xavier's grounds and his own lab, and others relished life in the field. He was more than happy to leave them to it. Hank contributed to the team in different ways, scientific advances being chief among them. If he were able to make a new drug that increased the physical abilities of mutants, it could give his teammates even more of an edge against the constant barrage of threats ready and willing to take them out.
Having downed the first vial of his potion, Hank had a hypothesis of what he would feel if it worked as expected. He should feel his muscles coil and tighten, and then loosen again. His great lungs should pull in air more efficiently, and the rush of oxygen would make him feel more energetic. His bulk would be much easier to manage, far more flexible than it was before. Even folks like Colossus would be able to bend themselves into shapes that make yogic masters jealous. He felt none of these things, however. Instead he felt a burning through his entire body, then his muscles forming new and greater knots. As he took in several deep breaths, the sensation only grew more pronounced. He felt his body starting to push against his lab coat and spandex pants. His fur spread out to cover bigger bulges slowly growing all over his body. His chest swelled further with every breath. Instead of feeling light, flexible, limber, he felt even more hulking and brutish. Things were not going according to plan.
His golden eyes stared wonderingly down at his huge mitt of a hand, watching as his fingers grew thicker and his palm grew wider. It all but swallowed the pen he was holding, making it even more awkward to hold. "Oh crumbs," he thought, "and I just relearned how to write, too." His oversized hands lead to increasingly ham-sized forearms, which in turn lead to upper arms that were ripping right through his labcoat. He gasped softly was he felt his shoulders broadening and thickening, his neck widening so much that it all but disappeared into his traps. His back made short work of the stretchy material of his labcoat, the tatters falling away from arms that were crashing into his chest.
He grunted as his pecs pushed against the table, forcing him away from his workspace. His chair began to creak as his weight skyrocketed, and the sides cramped his body as his hips and rear widened. His thighs surged against each other, forcing his maleness on top of them as it, too, expanded. The feeling of power crashing through his body in such a constant, electric surge made him nearly hyperventilate. His muscles were growing so quickly that he barely had control of his body.
That's why he couldn't do anything when the chair finally gave way underneath him. He fell back with a room-shaking crash, helplessly falling to his back as his body seized and virtually exploded with power. "Oh my stars..." is all he could manage to say between gasps, over and over. The size, the weight, the power...it was nothing short of orgasmic as it poured into him.
Several minutes passed this way, and Beast's body steadily pushed aside and destroyed the furniture nearest to him. A thumping paw slammed through a lab table that had been bolted to the floor, and an arch of his back crumpled the reinforced floors underneath his shoulders. His eyes rolled back in his head, and just when he thought it would come to be too much, the heat coursing through him finally cooled. He felt his muscles begin to loosen. His body was his to control again. "Well...that was certainly unexpected," he purred. He was surprised by how deep and rumbling his voice had become.
Slowly he rose to his feet, noticing how easy it was to move his muscle-packed body and how much every movement sent shockwaves through his lab. He would certainly have to be careful with things until either the potion wore off or he could reinforce everything up to his new power level. The thought that these changes might be permanent made his heart skip a beat inside the tank-sized chest of his. In so many ways, it would make his life much more difficult. But he couldn't deny there was a certain thrill in the prospect just the same.
His back and shoulders had grown so big he could barely turn his head. He looked at himself as much as he could, marvelling at how enormous his pecs were, how his biceps rolled under his pelt, how his paws felt big and strong enough to rip a bear in half. He stomped over to a scale as gingerly as he could and stepped onto it. It was the most open part of his lab at this point, and he was dying to know how much mass he had added.
"DNA recognition match: Dr. Henry McCoy, code name Beast. Indulging in one too many Twinkies again, are we, doctor?" The computer's voice was high, authoritative, feminine. Hank rolled his eyes at the crack. Perhaps he shouldn't have added the AI personality subroutines.
"Ahh, Betsy, there's that wit I've come to love. Basic measurements for me, please, then run a full diagnostic of my vital signs. When you're done with that, let me know and initiate voice dictation. I'll want extensive notes on this."
"Can't write this down yourself, doctor? Very well then. I will store all data in my memory banks and initiate audio and video recording. Shall I use the standard encryption protocols?"
Hank thought for a moment. "No, Betsy my dear. You'd better add a few more layers of encryption to these files."
The computer chirped its acknowledgement. "I understand you think you've stumbled onto something big, here."
Beast rolled his shoulders. "Quite possibly. The measurements?"
There was a moment's pause before the computer chirped again. "Current height: Eight feet, three inches. Current weight: 1012 pounds. Full medical diagnostics will be forthcoming."
Even though he felt far larger and way more powerful than before, it was quite a shock to be told that he had gained over six hundred pounds and two feet in mass. That...that should be impossible! Where was all of the extra mass coming from? Was it permanent, or would it eventually wear off? He had designed it to be a temporary boost, but if the effects were this pronounced, and this far away from what he had originally intended, there was no telling what it would do!
The giant-sized doctor's mind raced feverishly with questions and hypotheses, even as he reveled in his immensity. An accident like this would require a vast amount of study. He'd better get to it!
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