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Bruce’s trembling intensifies as his body continues its terrifying metamorphosis. His once-6 ft frame has already pushed beyond recognition, reaching 9 ft tall in moments, and yet the growth doesn’t stop. His muscles seem to have taken on a life of their own, each fiber twitching and bulging as though they are independent entities, driving his transformation forward. The process is brutal, each surge of growth bringing pain and an uncontrollable force that reshapes him.

From his forearms to his biceps and delts, every muscle grows wildly, twitching and convulsing with unnatural intensity. Thick, rope-like veins snake across his arms, pulsing with the life force fueling his transformation. His forearms swell to unimaginable proportions, their sheer size eclipsing even the largest human legs. His biceps and triceps balloon outward, round and veiny, flexing involuntarily as the rugged remnants of his sleeves snap and fall away in shreds.

The sweater that once fit Bruce snugly now clings desperately to his impossibly massive frame. His traps rise like colossal ridges on either side of his thickening neck, pressing upward and outward, giving the impression of a living mountain. Beneath the tank-top sweater, his pecs push forward with such definition that every striation is visible through the fabric. His torso thickens alarmingly, stretching the sweater tight as though it were a child’s garment on a giant.

The growth extends downward as well, with Bruce’s abs becoming visible through the stretched sweater fabric. Each block of muscle grows larger and more defined, the separation between them deepening as they expand. His obliques and mermaid lines frame his midsection, adding to the overwhelming display of power as the sweater rides up, failing to cover the lower half of his body.

As Bruce’s height surges toward 12 ft, the tank top sweater can no longer contain him. His torso grows thicker, expanding from a fit, lean figure to a monstrous build that dwarfs anything remotely human. His broad shoulders push outward, the sweater’s straps snagging and groaning under the pressure. The middle of the fabric bulges outward as his pecs press forward, their immense size creating the appearance of two massive boulders trying to escape.

Bruce tilts his head back, his glowing eyes shutting tightly as he lets out a guttural, agonized roar. The sound reverberates through the room, shaking the very walls as his body reaches its breaking point. His back arches as his traps and lats flex outward, giving his upper body an impossibly wide, wing-like appearance. He raises his arms, his fists clenching tightly as though trying to anchor himself to reality.

The act of flexing seems to soothe his pain momentarily, but it also drives his transformation further. His biceps swell with each clench of his fists, their size doubling, then tripling. The sweater’s middle seam finally gives way with a loud RIP, splitting down the center as his pecs surge forward. The massive slabs of muscle burst free, striated and impossibly firm.

His flexing posture causes every muscle in his body to become tense and defined. His abs ripple visibly, the fibers of each muscle twitching as though alive. His shoulders roll slightly, their massive size creating deep shadows over his arms and chest. His obliques tighten, framing his core with thick, rope-like ridges. His thighs bulge outward, veins crisscrossing the surface as his calves anchor his colossal frame to the ground.

With a final, deafening moan that is both painful and satisfying, Bruce’s transformation concludes. His body, now fully transformed into the Hulk, radiates heat and raw energy.

His glowing eyes narrow, his thick eyebrows furrowing deeply, casting shadows over his burning gaze. His jaw tightens, veins pulsing along his thick neck as his massive teeth clench audibly. His lips curl back slightly in a snarl, revealing his grinding teeth, the sound like stone grating against metal. The frustration and anger from the transformation culminate in this moment, his face etched with an expression that radiates fury and defiance.The pain that wracked him moments ago fades, replaced by an overwhelming surge of power. He exhales deeply, the sound resonating like the roar of an engine coming to life.

The room, once filled with the sounds of tearing fabric and cracking wood, falls silent except for Hulk’s deep, rhythmic breathing. He stands motionless for a moment, his massive chest rising and falling with each breath. The power coursing through his body is palpable, a force so immense that it seems to make the very air around him heavier.