Bullies (a Hulk TF)

Flynn was walking out of school when he got confronted by some guys. You know, the average high school jocks.

He swept some of his dark hair from his face and sighed. "What do you want?"

"Well," the seemingly leading jock started. "We just want a little talk since your little tattle-tale on me and my friends about our… incident with one of the freshmen guys."

"I think I did right," Flynn responded as he tightened his grip on his backpack. "That's all I'm gonna say. Can I go now?"

The jock sounded condescending as he talked. "Already? No... I think we'll talk a little more.. Go get him, boys!"

Flynn's brown eyes widened as his thin, short body of 5'4" was picked up by the tall, athletic followers of the leading jock. Flynn was about to yell, but his mouth was covered. The four boys--technically only three--walked to the back of the school building and the two followers threw Flynn at the ground.

"W-what are you doing?" Flynn stuttered out.

The jock smirked. "We're just gonna teach you a lesson. Never. Mess. With us."

He then kicked Flynn two times. Flynn yelped just a bit as he was picked up by the collar of his shirt and pinned against the wall.

"Stop! You don't know what you're doing!" Flynn exclaimed, his voice starting to get a sharp tone. He was getting angrier by the minute, his heart pounding.

The jocks knew that Flynn wouldn't fight back.

Or so they thought. Sometimes, what people don't know, can hurt them.

The jock smirked as he readied his arm for a strong punch but suddenly stopped as he heard what he thought was a growl from Flynn.

Flynn looked directly at the jock. "You're not going to like what you're about to see," he said, clearly angry. He blinked and his eyes became a bright green.

Startled, the jock released his grip on the boy. Flynn dropped to his knees, feeling a familiar sensation fill him.

Flynn's body tensed as patches of green started to appear on his skin. The jocks were frozen in fear as Flynn groaned in pain and seemed to start growing. His shirt tightened around his torso, showing that his thin body was quickly packing on muscle that seemed to come out of nowhere. His sleeves and pants ripped and burst open as his biceps and quads expanded. Then his shirt was completely torn into shreds as his pecs grew, and suddenly his previously flat stomach had an eight-pack abs. He even grew in height, reaching 7-feet sizes. His peach, sweaty skin continued to transition into an emerald green as his transformation came to a stop, his shoes being the last to be destroyed.

Flynn rose from his position, proving to show that he was truly menacing. He then smirked, as opposed to the fearful faces of the jocks that used to seem so tough. Then, he cracked his neck, cracked his knuckles, and growled.

"Oh man, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, don't hurt us, man!" The leading jock pleaded.

"Don't worry," Flynn said in a deep, growly voice. "I'm just gonna teach you a lesson." He started to advance toward the defenseless jocks.

"Never. Mess. With me."