Four Arms? Hell Yeah

"I've got it," I clicked my fingers as I laid back against the surprisingly comfy sofa I'd been situated on for the last fifteen or so minutes. As expected of something provided by a higher being, huh?

"Hm?" the being of light hummed, looking up from the book they were reading and toward me with their black eyes and white irises, "And what is it that you've decided on as your wish for this transmigration, Mr. Blaine?"

Taking a deep breath in, more out of habit than actual need, I began explaining my thoughts.

"I wanna be a Tetramand/Human Hybrid," I started off with the general idea of my wish before going into the deeper complexities of what I wanted, "Now, I don't wanna be some sort of abomination between the two species. I want a base form where I look Human but still benefit from my Tetramand DNA to a more limited extent, and I want a transformed state where I look like a Tetramand and grow an extra set of arms and eyes and in this state I can benefit fully from the DNA due to the increased muscle mass, size and extra appendages."

The ROB hummed before putting their book down and leaning toward me, "May I ask why you didn't just wish to be a Tetramand? As a Hybrid, you will be weaker than a normal Tetramand would be. Especially so, considering I assume you want to be a Male in this new life."

"It's simple," I shrugged and gave a cheeky smile, "I want my Tetramand DNA to come from an Evolved Tetramand. You know, like the Ultimate series of Aliens? Tetramand DNA that comes from a line of stronger, more durable and better Tetramands should make me stronger than even a full-blooded Tetramand no matter whether I'm a male Hybrid or not. Would that work?" I asked, curious if this followed the rules the higher being had set at the start of our meeting.

Rules being that my wishes couldn't come without drawbacks. The drawback of this wish, is that I'm still holding myself back by being half-Human. Not to mention that an Evolved Tetramand would have some rather violent instincts due to being evolved for battle.

Rubbing at the jawline of hard light, the ROB's face gave the distinct impression of a grin despite not having a mouth and this impression was only further proven by the chuckle that came soon after.

"Truly, Mr. Blaine, that is quite a good wish," the ROB nodded before continuing, "While being a Hybrid is enough of a drawback to fulfill my rules, you've also added onto it by giving yourself increased emotions and instincts as well due to the natural nature of the Tetramands being enhanced through the Evolution you speak of. It's a fine wish, especially considering where you're going," the higher being's voice was stable and didn't show much emotion but I got the distinct impression that it was happy with my choice.

"Sooo...now what?" I questioned aloud, "You've already told me you'll sort out an identity for me and that I get to keep my memories, so I guess it's off to this new world, right?" I finished my questioning and the ROB nodded, lifting a hand and pointing it toward me.

"Have an enjoyable second life, Mr. Blaine."

And then everything went black.

Then it wasn't. Well, it kinda was. But that was because I was in a dark place. But my attention was mainly placed on the new memories appearing in my head.

An orphan, works at a construction site, struggling to get by...the normal stuff for a less-than well-off person who lives in New York. 19-years-old as of last week. At least I've got a Highschool diploma in this body, thank God. My body felt...wonderful. Aches and pains I'd been used to in my old life were no longer there and in their place was a feeling of boundless strength and energy.

Swinging my legs off the single bed I was lying on, I controlled my new strength as best as I could and lightly pushed myself off the bed. The fact I nearly threw myself forward and into the wall shows I'll need to train to get that under control as soon as possible.

Tip-toeing my way over to where my new memories told me the light switch for this room was, I flicked the switch on carefully and turned to look at myself in the mirror.

Tall, broad-shouldered and covered in muscles like a gymnast. Brawny as hell. If I had to guesstimate my height, it'd be around 6'3"/6'4" but I wasn't a human measuring tape so I could be wrong. Height aside, I had a little bit of a vain moment and just started flexing in the mirror, watching the defined and strong muscles move and flex like steel cables under my skin.

That brought me to a new thought process:

How strong am I exactly? Even in this human base form I feel superhuman. I wonder how strong my Tetramand form is. Though it would probably be for the best if I don't try that out in this room...this apartment is pretty damn small for someone my size let alone a behemoth like a Tetramand.

Looking to the out-of-date digital alarm clock to the side of my bed on a worn-out and rickety bedside table, I saw that it was about two in the morning.

Figuring it was as good a time as any, I got dressed in some baggy clothes and stuffed a ski-mask into my sweatpants' pocket. Picking up my keys I left my bedroom and walked into the pitifully small apartment I could now call my own. It was fitted with a small kitchen with barely enough room to stand in and a living room with barely enough room for a sofa. Don't even get me started on how cramped the bathroom is.

Ignoring all of that, I exited the apartment after turning off all the lights and locked my door behind me before making my way to my apartment building's stairs. Instead of going down, however, I went up toward the roof.

It didn't take long and by the time I was up there, only about five minutes had passed.

Opening the access door to the roof allowed me to get hit in the face by the air of New York City - not clean or refreshing by any means but it was cold and much better than the arid and hot air inside my apartment bedroom.

I closed my eyes and let the wind batter my body for a few more seconds before opening my eyes and walking onto the roof a little more.

Taking out the ski-mask, I put it on and began stretching. The walk up here had got my blood flowing a little and I'd stretched my legs on the way up a little as well - but nothing could beat intensive stretching before you're about to try something physically challenging. So, I got to it and began loosening up my legs.

By the end of the little stretching session, I didn't even feel a little bit tired - in fact, I felt incredibly invigorated. My heart was beating like a war drum and...and I'm pretty sure I could feel a second beating heart in my chest.

That startling discovery out of the way and placed at the back of my mind for now, I took in a deep breath and pulled on the mental switch in my head that I'd felt ever since I woke up here.

The change was instant.

My hearts(?) began beating even harder and quicker as I felt my bones begin to lengthen and thicken, my muscles stretching and getting bigger as my skeleton did. If they were like steel cables before, now they felt like a much stronger metal and put my muscles in my human form to utter shame. The biggest change, happened just under my pectoral muscles, however, where a second set of pectorals were being made out of nowhere.

The same could be said on my back where extra shoulder muscles were coming into existence alongside bones that speared out of my side. I'd expected it to be painful...but it really wasn't. It felt natural.

My new set of arms and muscles were just as strong as the rest of me and thus they pierced through the baggy t-shirt I was wearing like it wasn't even there.

Said clothes were stretching to their maximum to withstand the increase in size and muscle mass. My sweatpants were doing better than my shirt due to being made of a stretchier material but even they were stretched a little thin around the massive quads and calves my buffed up form had.

My skin had taken on a remarkably red tone and I felt uncomfortable around my cheeks right under my eyes--ah crap, how did I forget the second pair of eyes?

Lifting up my top set of arms, I brought my hands to the ski-mask and lightly, trying my best to be delicate and gentle, ripped two extra holes for my new set of eyes.

...Having two sets of eyes in weird. My vision feels...better, in a weird way. Sorta like my depth perception has just shot through the roof. Now that I think about it, having two sets of arms is pretty weird as well. Lifting up all four of my arms, I waved them around and tried to not have them bump into each other, which they didn't, thankfully - it seems like there were some changes in my brain and nervous system as well because I'm much too good at controlling four arms at once.

Having an odd through, I reached one of my lower hands down in my pants and chuckled when I only found one cock down there, "Rule 34 didn't get everything right, it would seem," I chuckled to myself in a much deeper voice, feeling the difference in dentition when it came to talking.

Mainly in the fact that I had a few tusks on my lower set of teeth and a few smaller ones on my upper set.

Turning away from that difference, however, let's look at the things than stayed the same, yeah? 1, all four of my arms have four fingers and one thumb. Both of my feet had five toes as well, instead of just two like the regular Tetramand would.

I was brought away from my thoughts by explosions rocking the city a few city blocks over from where I was currently.

"...If I were a betting man, I'd say that's the Abomination in Harlem," I grunted but shaking my head and looking over the edge of the roof I was on. A few stories shouldn't hurt this form. I'm not even sure if it'd even hurt my base form. Taking a step over, my heightened mass and size soon took me down to the pavement and I cratered the ground below me yet I was unscathed.

Smiling to myself at my newfound durability, I turned in the direction of the explosions and began running my ass off.

Super strength? Sure, a Tetramand's main power comes from their arms and lifting ability but don't forget that the super-dense, super-strong muscles that cover the Tetramand's body also cover their legs. And I'm part-Evolved Tetramand. Which means I'm really goddamn quick.

The tarmac on the street cracked and crumbled under my charge and I dodged out of the way of cars and fleeing people with surprising ease despite my sizeable bulk. I guess I can say my enhanced reflexes, enhanced depth perception and enhanced nervous system allow me to move much more nimbly than my size would suggest.

I could leap my way to the explosion but...I wasn't quite used to my strength just yet. It wouldn't help anyone if I overshot my leap and ended up farther away from the fighting than I already was, would it? The answer is no, if you couldn't figure it out.

And why am I going to help? Because I want to. I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a hero. Not to say I wouldn't kill if I had to but I don't see myself acting like a villain. That's just not me.

Still, even without leaping, I was still having problems. Why? Because having an extra set of arms was throwing off my balance a little. But after a few city blocks of running, the problem slowly began to go away as I got used to my new physiology. Controlling the arms with dexterity is one thing, adapting to a change in balance/center of gravity is another.

Regardless of my troubles, I quickly arrived at the scene and just as I'd suspected, Abomination was trashing the place. Killing people, throwing cars, throwing cars at people to kill them--you know, very Abomination-like stuff.

I charged, putting some extra oomph into my leg muscles and I blasted forward before I got within range of the pale-green monster in front of me and spear tackled it.

He hadn't noticed me coming, somehow, and was instead focused more on lording over normal people with his new superhuman physicality. So, he hadn't dodged or been prepared for the tackle and it showed when the two of us went flying through the streets of Harlem. Luckily, the streets behind Abomination - and where we'd be thrown - were mainly evacuated. Which meant other than scrapping a few empty cars, nothing was really hurt too much.

"I think it's time for you to calm down, ugly!" I roared as I held his arms down with my lower arms while I lifted my upper arms up, clasping my hands together and then slamming them down onto Abomination's head like a sledgehammer. I didn't hold back. He could take it, after all.

The resulting hit cracked the ground beneath, setting off a localized earthquake-like event as the cracks spread up and down the street and buried Abomination about a meter into the tarmac below him.

I held his neck down with one of my upper arms and reared the other back, slamming another brutal punch into the ugly abominations face and setting off another shockwave and worsening the cracks around us and the crater we were currently in. I felt Abomination struggling against my hold, his arms bulging and flexing, trying to overpower the grip I had on him.

But it wasn't enough. I was just stronger. Much, much stronger.

My hearts beat so rapidly I was kinda afraid they were gonna burst. But everything else in my head? It was excited. Thrilled, even. The fact I was fighting...well, it felt like I was doing something I was born to do.

I'd learnt how to fight in my past life. Kickboxing, some Muay Thai, a bit of Judo--I liked it. After a bad break-up, I got pretty into it and working out, so you could say I was better than your average guy at fighting. But it was never like this - I'd never felt so enthralled by a fight. I'd never felt this visceral excitement and joy.

I reigned in these new feelings as best I could but Abomination wasn't just some mindless beast. It was a soldier because it became this thing. Which meant it knew how to fight as well.

Abomination flexed his core and pushed up with his hips, causing me to buck upwards and allowing Abomination to sneak both his feet under me and press them against my chest. Before I could do anything, he kicked like a goddamn mule into my stomach, his superhuman leg muscles producing enough force to even knock the wind out of me.

But I didn't let go of his neck or arms. I kept my grip tight.

Seeing I wasn't letting go, he curled his legs up again and got ready for another kick. I tensed my abs this time around, making the muscle become harder than any metal known to man and prepared for the kick as I came back down toward Abomination.

The second kick was much less effective with me ready for it, and this time I used the action against him as I threw my legs backwards with me, allowing me to flip myself forward into a bridge-like stance where I was still holding Abomination with my three arms. Grabbing him with my forth arm, I flexed those impressive core muscles again and straightened myself as I gripped into the tarmac below with my toes, throwing Abomination over me.

Letting the pale-green monstrosity go, he flew through the air and only stopped when he hit a truck carrying an explosive payload.

...Yeah, it went up in flames. Probably didn't hurt him that much though.

True to my thoughts, Abomination came out of the flames without much having changed on his ugly visage. He looked at me, dark green eyes scanning over me with an intelligence I would've found intimidating on such a monstrous figure if I weren't a Human/Evolved Tetramand Hybrid.

"...Who are you?" Abomination asked in a hoarse voice, turning to the side and spitting out some green/red blood from his mouth, his lips pulling back into a savage smile, "You're pretty strong."

"Stronger than you, yeah," I scoffed, walking toward him with my hands akimbo on my hips and my upper set of hands in front of me, cracking my knuckles, "You don't need to know who I am, ugly. Just know I'm here to kick your ass."

And with that, I began charging at him again. He got the memo this time and charged toward me.

Except this time I didn't tackle him or try to, and as he threw himself into a lunging tackle I sidestepped his tackle and let myself skid across the ground below, my rough skin grinding against the road below but handling it just fine. I reached out with both of my right arms and grabbed onto Abomination's left leg.

Then I really went to town on him. I slammed him back and forth, cratering the ground below us until the entire place was just one big crater instead of multiple 'little' ones.

Even with his superhuman durability, Abomination was dazed and bloodied after that. But I didn't stop. I threw him face first into the ground and got on top of him, holding him down with my superior brawn before slamming punch after punch into the back of his head.

Thoughts flashed through my head. The amount of people he'd killed...how many of them had been innocent? How many of them had been children? Teenagers?

A growl rumbled through my chest and out my mouth as my punching ended.

I grabbed Abomination's head with my upper hands as I strangled at the back of his neck with my lower set. A tremendous roar of triumph came out of my mouth in a deep, bass-filled shockwave before I even knew it was coming and then I began twisting and squeezing and breaking the Abomination's neck and head.

He was the sort of monster that didn't get a second chance. The kind of one that didn't need one. I could live with being called a monster for killing monsters. It didn't change the fact that I'd be saving future lives if I put this ugly fucker down right now.

Battered and dazed as he was, Abomination still struggled against my actions. But everything he tried, I'd ramp up the strength I was putting into my hands.

All until his neck was crushed and twisted alongside his head. For good measure, I ripped the head off. I don't know how good his healing factor is but it probably isn't good enough to regrow a head - a broken neck? Maybe. Decapitation? Not a chance.

My breath came ragged and I shook my head as I stood up, my hearing picking up the sound of helicopters. Getting up off the corpse of Abomination, I bent down and leaped as hard as I could. I shot out of the crater I'd created and for a brief second, I had a view over New York and Harlem that some people would die for.

Then I came crashing back down into the ground. I rolled with it instead of landing feet first, trying to let off as much of my momentum as possible to limit the damage to the ground below.

The streets were empty that hectic as all hell - cars strewn about the place, shops broken into and looted...it was chaos. Judging by how far I'd leaped, this was a few city blocks away from the real carnage and even here there was no one.

In a not so heroic way, I tapped the glass to a clothes store and it shattered to tiny pieces. Reaching in - because there's no way I could fit in there, my Tetramand form must've been around eleven or so feet tall* and broad enough that no door made for a human would be wide enough for me to walk through. The store was simply too big for me right now.

(*A/N - I'm upping the height of both the Abomination and the Hulk. The Abomination was around eleven feet tall and the Hulk is around ten feet tall.)

Nonetheless, I needed clothes for after I transform back to my normal form.

Grabbing some sweatpants and a t-shirt similar enough to the ones I'm wearing now, I pulled away from the store and squeezed my way into a nearby alleyway before transforming back into my human form.

As I'd expected, my clothing was overly stretching and torn from the fighting and practically fell off me as I turned back into my relatively smaller 6'4" frame.

Chuckling at the absurdness of the situation, I took the stretched clothing off and put the replacements on before rushing through the alleyway and onto another street, rushing my way home. I took extra-care in not running in front of any CCTV cameras or traffic cams and even if I did, I was still wearing the ski-mask. Though it was admittedly as stretched out of shape as the other clothes I'd worn in my Tetramand form it could still serve it's purpose to cover my identity.

And so, after my first big fight in this hectic world, I made my way home.