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Enhanced muscles and futuristic porn #4+Finale

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art1 is available here

Part2 is available here

Part3 is available here

here are the two final part of my first story. I decided :to bundle them together because part 4 doesn't have much growth (but features other sort of goodness) and part 5 is very short. I was reading the "blue pills" series (<3) while polishing it off and was amused to see that I was coverieng a common subject but in a different way :)

Part4

 It was easy getting λ183 a job at the S.I.Z.E. I’d just need to implement some data about stripping and gogo dancing in his mind. At first, I was looking forward to seeing him perform on Friday night, but as the week passed by, I actually decided not to go and just send λ183 by himself. It had been a rough week; with the forge out of order for a day, I needed to work extra to be back on my usual schedule. I also had an unexpectedly tough time after I sold σ267. It had stayed with me only a month, but I had grown very attached to him, and at the moment, I believed it was reciprocal. I know it’s stupid; vassals have mnemonic limitations and ego inhibitors, so they can’t develop a personality or an affect. As I realized that, I also realized I was lonely and living in a dollhouse.

 

As Friday night rolled in, I was alone skinny-dipping in my pool, depressed, and sipping on some expensive rum, produced in one of the farming district of the convoy. All the vassals were stored away in their rooms, enjoying a good night of undisturbed sleep.

 

“YER GETTING ME RADGE LASSIE!” the roar almost gave me a heart attack, “I never thought of ye as the type of wanker to bail out on me,”  he went on, as he waddled down the pool stairs all dressed in jeans boots and tee.

 

He stopped and stared at me. All the of fear, pent up sadness, frustration and the guilt of letting down a friend had got to me, and I was sobbing uncontrollably. I started pouring out all my heart in an incoherent wavery rant, fueled by mild intoxication.  Angus made his way to me and offered the comfort only a Scotsman could offer: a bitchslap with the back of his hand.

 

“Like staying home is gonna help ye, ye bastart. Let’s get you dressed and let’s go,” he said, as he slung me over his meaty right shoulder and groped my ass to keep me in place. He grabbed the rum bottle with his other hand.

 

Angus and I showered together, there wasn’t any sexual tension between us. It was clear he was a little pissed, yet trying to help me. I was starting to feel mildly ashamed of my behavior and complied without a word. After toweling ourselves, he poured two glasses of rum, stuck one in my hand and walked me toward my dressing room.

 

The dressing room was bigger than my room, and was packed. Some of the clothes in there, I had never worn and never would. It ranged from everyday casual wear to kinky stuff and high end designer clothing. As Angus took in the enormity of that room, he looked at me like he had discovered one my darkest shameful secret.

 

“Ye think I could borrow some clothes? Mines are a wee bit wet,” Angus said.

 

Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the ship towards the S.I.Z.E. Angus was wearing the white hooded robe I had used to get λ183back for the Hecatonchires. Under it, he had a bright orange, rubber harness, with black mesh pants, a pair of black high top sneakers, and a black fitted cap. I wore grey ripped jeans with worn out sneakers and a white kimono, that I wore open, showing my athletic torso.

 

“Yer lookin good.  Still overdressed, but good,” Angus told me, as we sat in the shuttle. “I got a bonnie young man ye need to meet. I have a feeling ye’ll get along just fine.” He said with a smug face.

 

Angus refused to say more, despite my many pressing questions. When we reached the S.I.Z.E., it was packed. Much more than usual. I noticed Angus’s vassal working as a waiter and various guys I had worked on over the last few months. Angus was craning his head, scanning the crowd .

 

“Sorry ‘bout earlier,” He said, in a tone that sounded more like a scolding. “ye need to stop working that much. And to stop buying clothes. That’s why yer cracking right now.”

 

“maybe you’re right”

 

“course I am... Where is he for fuck’s sake,” he muttered, scanning the crowd once again.

 

We heard the crowd roar as λ183 strutted on the stage. He was wearing bright red shorts that hugged his ass and package. They compressed it tight, and it still looked huge, but it was impossible to guess how massive it actually was. He started undulating in rhythm with the music. The guys were mesmerized by the sight of the dancing behemoth. Even Angus had stopped searching the crowd and was riveted to the spectacle unfolding on the stage. λ183’s body was a sight in itself, but to see him dance was out of this world. His massive muscles were oiled, glistening, and they changed shape as he moved sexily. He struck a few poses of bodybuilding now and then. This was a pretty amazing routine. The guys in the audience were crazy. Their eyes were glued to the dancing monster.

 

λ183 ripped his shorts, revealing a white bikini poser.  His package almost doubled in size as the pressure from the shorts was removed. I had no time to have a custom made one. So we settled for the stretchiest, skimpiest, largest one I could find. Even soft, his dick was a good foot long and half a foot wide, and it came with a set of melon-sized balls. The posers weren’t hiding or holding anything. They just made the whole show more obscene. The crowd was hysterical. λ183 was caressing himself.  Flexing and licking his own muscle. His dick started to harden and leak a lot of pre, making the poser almost transparent. A few minutes later, the posers snapped, and his dick swung, as it was released from the useless undergarment.  As it did, a graceful arc of pre escaped it, splashing on the first row of the audience.

 

The show went on for a few minutes over which λ183 edged himself. He was sweating, heavily flushed, veins criss-crossing his whole body.  He had given himself a pump before going on stage, but the excitation made him looked fluffed even bigger. He was positively freakish.  Panting on the stage, he worked his dick with both hands, and then picked up the pace, going in for the kill. The girth of his cock augmented substantially, the cockhead flared even bigger, and with a roar that covered the loud music, he ejaculated the first massive rope of cum, which made it to the middle of the club.  The second blasted all the way to bar on the opposite side making the whole crowd cheer. He then spurted a few more ropes over the rest of the room before leaving the stage. The show had got everyone reeving, it was only a matter of minutes before an orgy of mythical proportions blossomed in the club. A note from the owner of the club requesting λ183 on every Friday night, popped in my ICT.

 

“Have you seen that Angus?!” came a youthful voice from behind me.

 

“Ha! There ye are!” say Angus

 

I turned to face the owner of the voice, and gawked at the man that had walked to us. He looked in his early or mid-twenties. He had short, messy dark hair, steel grey eyes, and very black lush lashes, olive skin (probably had Mediterranean origins). His feature were strong, yet refined. He was muscular, but not huge; probably a hair short of 200lbs., but it was distributed in quite an impressive way: broad shoulders, very narrow waist, and ripped beyond measure. His body made him look aggressive, almost like a predator, and it contrasted with his gorgeous and friendly face. He wore a tight red tank top and black loose jeans with sneakers. I noticed he was looking at me with the same intensity I was looking at him, a faint smile floating on his face. I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

 

“Hi I’m Kadar” he said extending his hand

 

“Alex” I said shaking his hand.

 

“Angus didn’t tell me he had a date. And quite a looker I must had.” He said grinning.

 

“He’s not my date.” Angus said. “the wee lad is all yers. See Alex, that’s the bloke I wanted ye to meet. I’m sure ye’ll get along fine,” He said, before leaving with a satisfied smile.

 

“I had no idea Angus opened a matrimonial agency,” I said, trying to break the ice.

 

“Neither did I, but this is a nice surprise,” he said, sitting next to me, so close our thighs touched. “Did you see that guy on the stage?! I heard he’s the latest work of the Dr. Levenez.”

 

“I’m quite positive it is,” I said. “Quite an impressive performance.”

 

“Yup. But just you wait, I’ll dwarf that guy. I have a meeting with Levenez next week. I’ll have him grow me huuuuuge. BOOM!” he said, hitting a most muscular.

 

“Wow, you’re quite serious about it! That’s so cool. I’m sure you’ll look stunning.” I said. “So, you’re a big boy in the making?”

 

“The biggest boy in the making,” he said, cheerfully.  “I take it you’re a muscle enthusiast?” he added, turning to face me.

 

“You have no idea,” I said, smiling softly.

 

I turned my head to the dance floor where the guys had started an orgy with an energy I had never seen before. I turned back to face Kadar who was looking in the same direction. He then turned to face me and smiled, raising his eyebrows.

 

“I’m not in the mood for promiscuous sex with random strangers, d’you wanna go in the upper lounge so we can have a civilized chat before ripping each other’s clothes off”. He asked

 

“What a great idea,” I answered, leading the way.

 

We spent quite a while talking in the deserted lounge.  With the loud music gone, I could fully appreciate Kadar’s melodious and sometimes husky voice. Kadar’s energy was contagious.  We talked about his project of getting huge, and of various experiences we had. It was a lighthearted chat like I hadn’t had in awhile. He had no clue I’d be the one fulfilling his dream, and I took great fun in that. As we talked he moved closer and soon we were against each other talking about what we wanted in life. I don’t remember the detail of our conversation, just that it seemed so mundane, yet so intimate.  It eventually gave in to an agreeable silence between us; the muffled throbbing of the music of the club wrapped us like blanket. Kadar slid his strong arm around me and as I turned to face him he moved in to kiss me and I happily returned the kiss. It was a tender kiss: slow, soft and long lasting. I think it could have gone on forever, if we hadn’t been interrupted by a very intentional cough. Is it possible to cough with a scottish accent, because I swear that’s what I heard.

 

Angus was a few feet of us with a fake smile on his face and mild discomfort in his eyes.

 

“Yer missing all the fun lads… well not all of it. obviously” he said

“The fuck ye’re doing Alex, ye’re to give him a procedure next week!” he added through our ICT so Kadar wouldn’t here

 

“We were in the mood for something different” I answered

“You didn’t mind when I gave you procedure. Why does it matter to you?” I added dryly to Angus

 

“it’s not the same here”. ”ye should join us, really”. ”ye and him it’s not just sex”. The ICT and real conversation were starting to collide I realized he was probably having another heated ICT conversation with Kadar.

 

“Ok can we stop those private conversations before Angus head explodes”. I said.

 

Angus looked relieved, and Kadar looked a little embarrassed. The big Scotsman took advantage of the momentarily calm to resume our ICT talk.

 

“Does he know how ye are?” He asked

 

“No. And don’t you tell him. That’d change the way he looks at me”

 

“He’ll know, sooner than later, ye daft arse. What if you were the one to change the way you look at him in the end.” He said calmly

 

“I’ll leave ye to it lads, ye behave.” He said leaving.

 

“Damn that killed the mood.” Said Kadar as we headed towards the club exit “how about a proper date next Saturday? Without our ginger chaperon.”

 

“that’d be lovely, pick the place and I’ll pick you up. When do you see Dr. Levenez extraordinaire?” I asked mentally checking my appointment of next week.

 

“Monday afternoon. I might be a bit bigger for our date.” He said as we walked through the long corridor of the S.I.Z.E.

 

“you must be impatient.” I know I had never been that impatient for a Monday.

 

“I’m mostly apprehensive, this might be a little awkward. What if Levenez is an old creep?” He said.

 

I laughed “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” I reassured him.

 

We kissed again, he pulled me in holding me tight. I got hard and gently grinded my crotch against his waist.

 

“Someone’s happy. And clearly hung” he said

 

We said goodbye and parted. I slept like the dead that night. For the first time in a while. I spent the rest of the weekend tidying up the ship and waiting for Monday afternoon. Angus sent several messages apologizing for being a bit rude back at the S.I.Z.E. and telling that Kadar was someone good and that I should take care of him. I found that endearing and told him I would.

 

I was fidgety all Monday morning, half expecting Karad not to come. And when his shuttle docked the ship I almost scared to death to confront him. I sent λ183 to greet him and direct him to the aquarium, a lounge suited underneath the swimming pool. It had a glass ceiling that also was the bottom of the pool, it cast a soft blue light on the white room with the pattern of moving water was caressing the whole scene. The furniture was white very round and luminescent adding the finishing touch to that eerie room. I never used that room for business it  tended to distract people. Karad was to seat on a chair from which he couldn’t see the door.

 

I entered the room less than a minutes after him mustering all the courage I had in me and putting on the smuggest face I could.

 

“Good afternoon Mr. Karad Al Malik, I’m Dr. Alexandre Levenez. What brings you to me?” I said in a cheerful tone.

 

Karad jumped at the sound of my voice and turned to face me.

 

“You son a bitch! “ he  exclaimed.

 

Karad looked mortified and I felt a little guilty about not telling him the truth straight away. I sat on the chair opposite to him. The distance between us felt weird, I wanted to tell him it was just a joke and hold him in my arms but I did not dare. He looked wounded, and his broad, ripped and powerful body reminded of a big cat ready to pounce and claw my face off.

 

“At least I’m not an old creep.” I offered.

 

“That’s still pretty fucking awkward mate.” He said looking away.

 

“Look, I’m sorry. I thought that would be a harmless joke. I was also a bit concerned you’d behave differently with me if you knew who I was. I like you.” I said trying to minimize the fact that was head over heels. ”I don’t want us to be a doctor and his patient. I actually want to help you reach your goal, as a partner.” The word seemed off but it was awkward enough pouring my feelings out just after seeing the man for the second time in my life.

 

“we barely know each other, what if we’re not a match? I can’t accept a free ride from someone I can never repay.” he said turning to face me.

 

“you won’t owe anything to me, I just wanna help you, because I can. And if you want to leave after that because of… whatever reason, then so be it. ” I said softly. “I really liked what little time we spent together so far and I wanna give it try. I’d hate to regret not doing it. I’d hate to let you walked away as just another patient.”

 

Karad sighed  after an excruciatingly long silence he looked at me and said “I like you too. “  the distance spreading across us was a nightmare. “you’re being awesome actually but it doesn’t make things easier… I sort of wanted not to tell you a few things about me. And now I have no choice.  There are a few doctor offering the type of nanites interventions you do now. But they are not as good as you, even medical structures are lagging behind.  And Just don’t want huge muscles and a huge dick. I want a real, beautiful dick” he said.

 

I could feel he was letting out deep fantasies, secret he would never confide in anyone else. I felt overwhelmed and I wanted him to know he could trust me.

 

“You came to the right person” I said.

 

“You’ll have your work cut out for you handsome,” he said, with a smirk.

 

“Test me,” I said, flatly

 

Karad’s face hardened, his frown carving a violent “V” line on his youthful face.  That, combined with his light stubble, and he once again reminded me of an angry, big cat. He stood up and took off his shirt. He was dense, big for a lightweight bodybuilder, but with a very prominent V taper. His pecs were quite large for his size, and they cast heavy shadows on the upper row of his abs.  His lower abs had a trail of short pubes that looked so soft disappearing into his pants. He opened his pants and got ready to pull them down, along with his boxers.

 

“Aren’t we supposed to have a date first?” I asked, trying to mask how stressed I was to see him naked.

 

He dropped his pants. And stood there, naked, looking at me with anticipation. To say Karad was gorgeous was an understatement, his body was the result of grueling workouts.  It was sharp, ripped and powerful. Under his narrow waist were powerful legs, that formed a perfect counterweight to his broad shoulders. A light dusting of short dark hair was covering his legs, plexus, pecs and arm. He was exuding power, violence and sex. I let my gaze fell on his manhood.

 

It was 3 inches long and ½ an inch thick, it looked clean cut and pinkish. I was about to say that I had amazing results with guys less endowed when I realized, I wasn’t looking at a penis.

 

“Wow!” I breathed, in admiration. “You look amazing. I had no idea you were in transition!”

 

“I started quite a few years ago. Testosterone treatment  and  a couple of cycles of roids have done quite a wonderful job down there but there’s quite a lot of work still”

 

“That should be easy, since it’s mostly rewiring and mild remodeling” I said, as I browsed personal notes from my studies and advanced articles on genital reassignation.

 

“Really?!” Karad asked, incredulously.

 

“Yeah, gimme half an hour and I should have a protocol ready. I think I even could build testes, sort of. They wouldn’t produce spermatozoids, but they’d produce seminal fluids and testosterone and later on we could grow them to match the rest of you… …why don’t you take a dip while I work on that?” I said, pointing at the swimming pool above us.

 

“Yeah, I need to cool down a bit” he said.

 

He walked out of his clothes, leaving them in a balled mess on the floor and walked toward the door. On the other side, λ183 was waiting.  He couldn’t fit through the door and was taking most of the space of the doorway.

 

“Enjoy being the big guy while you can.  That won’t last” Karad said to λ183.

 

I watched his muscular ass as he left. Karad didn’t have a bubble butt.  He had a very muscular ass, with carved in sides and fibers were apparent, even when he was relaxed. As he reached the doorway, he turned smiling at me, like he was about to say something and then left. I started pacing around the room, compiling data to form an intervention protocol. I was so absorbed in work that I almost didn’t notice the change in the pattern on the wall. I pulled back from my ICT and looked up to see the silhouette of Karad swimming he was graceful and powerful and I wanted nothing more than to satisfy his hunger for power and muscle, and to help him in his quest of exaggerated manliness.

 

It took me twenty minutes to get everything in order.  By the time I was in the patio, Karad was sunbathing in a chaise longue.

 

“Shall we get started?” I asked.

 

“Let’s do this,” He answered.

 

“This might put a slight strain on your body, so we’ll have to have separate procedures for reassignation and growth. I’m going to build what I’d call a genital archetype. It’ll be a real penis, but pretty much non-descript. It’ll take a week or less for it to become fully functional and in that span it’ll change its appearance to assume its final shape. Questions.“

 

“Will I have foreskin?” his voice gave away his excitement.

 

“Yes. Unless you don’t want it.”

 

“I want foreskin!” he said, cheerfully.

 

We entered the white space of the forge and I went straight to the part of the wall where the hypodermic gun was. I retrieved it and moved back to Karad. As I got close to him, he pulled me in, hugging me tight and he kissed me deeply. He let go of me, I applied the gun on his arm and gave him his shot of nanites.

 

Karad’s data was being mapped. I crouched in front of him to see what I was doing. I could tell he was uneasy having me that close to his crotch in such circumstances. I started with the labia, sealing them and extending the skin to create a scrotum. Karad winced as his inside where remodeled in order to create a synthetic prostate and a set of balls. I rerooted several canals as I created a urethra at the end of what would soon be his dick. He sighed in relief once it was done.

 

“Hard part is over,” I said.

 

I than set out to achieve the transition of his clitoris to penis. It lengthened and widened.  Soon, it was 5 inches long and almost two inch across.  The tip now had a nice head, made with the soft sensitive skin.  The shaft was smooth and regular and a nice fold of new skin appeared to sheath the head of Karad’s new penis. I tenderly cupped his brand new manhood, and cupped my own hard monster in my pants. I couldn’t resist giving him a little extra. Karad gasped as his balls grew to the size of eggs and his soft dick reach the 6 inches mark and over 2 inches across. I looked up to Karad he was heavily flushed, breathing hard, sweating. Had it been possible his dick would have been rock hard.

 

“It might be unpleasant, I know you must be extremely aroused, but it needs a little time to be fully functional. No masturbation for the upcoming week, avoid sexual stimulation, let it settle in. you might need some time to get used to pee with it, I hope you got a good aim because you’re quite a big boy.” I told him

 

He grabbed me and kissed me passionately, compressing the air out my lungs. The embrace lasted several minutes until I felt the his strength leave him. He was drained after the procedure.

 

“You can go rest in one of the rooms” I offered.

 

“Thanks but I think I’ll go home.” He said “I don’t think I can stay close to you and avoid sexual excitation” he said, as he caressed the back of my head and kissed me again.

 

He left and I suddenly felt alone. We were both so tired and overwhelmed by what had happened, that we both forgot to schedule our date on Saturday. I refrained from sending a message to him to ask him. Karad was probably too harassed to think of that. In the evening Angus called me. I could tell he was dying to ask me what had happened with Karad.

 

“Sooooooo….” He ventured after way too much idle chit chat.

 

“Sooooooo…”  I echoed

 

“Ye and Karad.” he said. A silence followed.

 

“Go on. Ask your question” I pressed him

 

“Ye know.”

 

“I don’t, it’s is a rather vast subject ranging from innocent gossip to medical secret.”

 

“Are ye two together?”

 

“Errr I’d say yes. Or more accurately I hope we are …or will be soon.” I heard Angus giggle like school girl. “Shut up” I snapped “look he was pissed at me for hiding how I was but at the same time there was quite a lot of kissing today. He also didn’t mention our date on Saturday but at the same time I haven’t mentioned it either.I’m a bit lost here I’ll tell you later.”

 

“I knew ye two’d get along. I just didn’t know how much” he said amused “don’t overthink stuff, I’m sure ye’re both knackered. He must have undergone quite a transformation and ye’re way out of yer comfort zone. Get some rest.”

 

I followed his advice and went to sleep. The next day I sent a message to Karad asking him where he wanted to go Saturday. It took almost the whole day before the answer came in. By that time I was almost desperate.

 

Hello handsome. I slept all day, I was exhausted.  I can’t wait to see you Saturday. You said I could pick the place, can we go to the French unionship? I heard they got the best restaurant ever!

 

I booked a table in a small bistro I knew and answered Karad.  I’d pick him at 8PM on Saturday. I was so excited I couldn’t sleep that night. The rest of the week seemed to stretch on and on forever, like I’d never reach Saturday. But I eventually reached it and as I was sipping my morning coffee I received a message from Karad. A simple picture. It had been taken while he was in bed, morning light bathing the whole scene in a soft warm that contrasted severely with the main subject of the photograph. From the short soft rug of his pubic hair, emerged a massive tower of flesh. Karad’s penis was at full mast, it looked huge and his shape was totally different from Monday. The foreskin had been totally peeled back by his erection, exposing the sensitive pink skin.  The corolla of his cockhead was quite noticeable now and the head was looking slick and dramatically engorged. Beneath it, the shaft  was adorned by thick angry veins and was thicker on the upper part beneath the glans, like a cobra. At its base, Karad’s balls looked slightly bigger than Monday.  The scrotum was smooth and had a skin uncommonly regular and beautiful for that part of a manhood. It looked powerful and hard beyond measure. Like the rest of Karad, it evoked dominion, feral strength and largeness. Under the picture, a caption said:

 

I thought you’d want to see my very first morning wood. I’m saving my very first load for tonight ;)

 

I needed an emergency wank right away. Less than 1 minute later, I had relieved myself right on the kitchen floor.

 

At 8 P.M. sharp I was ringing at Karad’s door. He lived in a small flat in a popular district.  I had dressed in matte black, latex slacks and a blazer with a nude gaze shirt, I had done my best to sculpt my short hair into a neat sideswipe. Karad opened the door straight away.  He was dressed in slacks that hugged his powerful legs and made a show of his package.  He had an extremely fitted dress shirt, a very very light shade of almond green, that he wore untucked. The collar was forced open by his bull neck, and his big pecs. I was speechless.  He looked larger and more muscular than he did Monday, but I couldn’t tell if it was true, or just my mind playing tricks on me. We carefully moved close to each other and I stood on my toes to reach his lips for a kiss. His strong hands rested on my lower back. The soft kiss rapidly turned into something more savage, and the soft caress of his hands became an iron grip on my butt and my hips.  He pulled me inside his flat and slammed the door.

 

He had me trapped in his grip like I was some sort of prey. He threw me on the couch, grabbed my ankles, spread my legs and moved on top of me. His hard bulge pressed against my crotch.  He kissed me again, sloppy and strong. And then, murmured into my ear:

 

“I want to take you. Please.”

 

“I want you to take me.” I murmured back.

 

Karad face took that hard, feral mask that scared me and turned me on at the same time. He took my clothes off and then his. He stood in front of me so I could admire him. his muscular body was quite a sight, he had clearly worked the aesthetic aspect of it, his hard cock reached past his belly button.  I sat in front of him, overwhelmed by the energy he exuded, and started to caress him, his rock hard abs. He shoved me back on my back in the couch and kneeled.

 

“I’ll have you worship me later.” He growled. “I’ve got needs to take care of first,” he rasped.

 

He then shoved his face between my buttcheecks and started rimming me. I howled with surprise and delight. This was some expert, unashamed ass eating, and I was soon squirming in Karad’s grasp, begging him to fuck me.

 

He positioned himself on top of me, as I laid on my back with my legs up.  He dominated me with his large body, filling my field of vision. Karad was like a muscular sky above my head. He aligned the tip of his cock to enter me, and as he did, he started to pant. His mouth was wide open  and  his face contorted, as he took in the new overwhelming feeling of penetrating someone with his body. He slid himself in, a look of surprise on his face. Karad felt big inside me, red hot and hard. And soon, he was in to the hilt. his soft pubes against me. He swallowed hard.

 

“I… I… won’t last. I can’t…” he said between ragged breath

 

And with that he pulled almost totally out of me and slammed back in. I shouted as he punched my prostate on the way, making me feel like nothing but a hole. He slammed himself in a second time, even stronger and then a third time at full force. Then, he convulsed, as I felt my insides get filled with a large amount of hot cum. Karad’s eyes were shut tight, drool was dripping on me from his opened mouth, uncontrollably jerky and giving forceful shallow thrusts like he was trying to shoot even more semen inside me.

 

He slowly come to his senses. He looked about to collapse on top of me, maintaining his posture over me with whatever strength he had left in him. he looked at me and balancing the weight of his body on his right arm he moved his left hand to my face. Wiping the tears that had formed under the force of his fucking.

 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry… I am… I  couldn’t control myself…” Karad started to panic, still holding my face in his strong hand

 

“I’m fine. More than fine actually. It was just so strong… and so good.” I breathed.

 

Karad giggled out of relief.  “Well, sorry I didn’t last long,” he said.

 

“It’s a question of training. And believe me, I’ll make sure you get plenty of exercise. And I won’t go easy on you,” I said, squirming under him expertly to get his penis out of me.

 

Karad was momentarily thrown off balance by the feeling of me moving around his dick but he quickly regained his senses and violently pinned me under him. he gave me a nasty smile and violently pulled out of me with a disgustingly hot suction noise. He then crossed his arm on top of my chest and started pressing on me with all his weight. He had a soft tender look on his face as my breathing became shallow due to the pressure on my lungs. He leaned to my face and tenderly kissed my lips and my neck. That display of strength and domination got me so horny I was harder than I ever was and leaking as I grinded against Karad.

 

“Good luck with that pretty boy. I’m quite the tough guy as you’ll find out. Not that you seem to mind.” he said lifting himself so I could breathe again. ”Don’t worry, I’d never hurt you, I got quite an amazing control of my strength.” He said as he embraced me and cuddled me softly. “now, why don’t we take care of that” he said squeezing my hard monstercock.”you’re so big, I can’t wait to be that big or bigger” he added.

 

He got up and started to flex. He was clearly trained in bodybuilding posing. The sweat dripping on his body made him look even more impressive. His flexed his left biceps, the muscle rounding up.

 

“Why don’t you come closer and worship your man.” Karad said softly and firmly.

 

I got up and moved close to him I started caressing him with on hand, burying my face in his pit and sniffing his manly odor. He flexed his arms as I caressed him and then flex his pecs, they were magnificent, square and proeminent. The pink nipple at their bottom facing down due to the mass of muscle behind them. He grabbed the back of my head and directed me to it. I started sucking on his nipple and as I heard him moan in delight, I shoot a copious load on his leg. He pulled me up for a kiss and hold me in his arms lovingly.

 

“I’m hungry, do you think we’ll make it on time to the restaurant” he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

 

“Yeah. Let’s shower and head out.”

 

Twenty minutes later we were in the faubourgs of the French Union Ship.  We both had ditched the clothes we originally planned to wear (they were balled up and covered with various bodily fluids in Karad’s living room) and were wearing jeans and T-shirts that seemed to be the only articles of clothing Karad owned. It hugged him in all the right place while it looked baggy and ill-fitting on me and my hair had was back to my habitual messy style.

 

“You’re much less intimidating dressed like that. I like it” he said mockingly.

 

“Don’t get used to it”

 

We had finally reached the bistro.  Karad was like a kid in a candy store, watching the faux-streets of the ship build to look like Haussamaniens streets of Paris back on earth. Or so I heard, since I have never seen earth. The whole string had building of stone and zinc with a design that predated the stellar era. Above the streets was a huge dome with stained glass forming an art deco floral picture. Some tile were colored and some other were showing the galaxies behind them the whole thing stretched across the whole block. It was the perfect place for a first date.

 

The whole evening was amazing. Karad was funny and lovely we talked about many things including his obsession with size and his need to be larger. I could tell he was happy he had find someone that understood his inclination and was supporting him. it was strangely arousing watching him gorge himself on food as he told me all that.  He confided he loved dominating smaller guys and apologized for maybe being a little bit rough with me. I reassured him and by the time we were back out in the streets it was clear to each other that we were a perfect match. He took me in his arm I felt his food stretched belly press against me.

 

“I’m so stuffed you almost feel smaller.” He said delighted

 

I turned in his arms facing him and embracing him. I rested my face against his pecs and said. “why don’t we go to my place, so I can actually grow some more.

 

To be continued.

 

PART 5

 

Later that night...

 

I was laying on my back on the floor of the forge, and Karad was thrusting into me, and panting like an animal, while unloading an ungodly amount of cum inside me. The nanites had finished mapping him and we were ready for it .

 

“How much do you think I’ll grow?” he asked, breathless.

 

“I haven’t even checked your coef… let me see.”

 

“The higher the better, is that it?”

 

“Pretty much,” I said, shivering as his cum overflowed from my insides, dripping on the floor.

 

For the first time the number that came up had three digits: 100%. Karad was a statistical and physiological impossibility. I just stared dumbfounded at the number. Karad ‘s dick hadn’t softened after the orgasm and it got even harder inside me, forcing more cum out. The dripping sensation called me back to reality.

 

“How good is that?” he asked.

 

“I have never seen anything like that. I have no idea how far I can take this…” I confessed.

 

“Do you wanna find out?” he asked mischievously.

 

“There is nothing I want more than this. Though I must warn you, we are entering unknown terriority, you might not even look human once I’m done.” I felt Karad throb inside me.  “Well, you don’t seem to mind,” I said cheerfully. “My processes are rigged with a failsafe, so it’ll notify me if we are nearing a state where your body isn’t able to sustain itself anymore. The moment we get an alarm we stop. Growth can be intoxicating, that could be a terrible mix with your err dominant side”

 

I felt Karad’s eyes linger on my neck that must still have had some mark from him choking me while we fucked a few minutes earlier. He had the decency to blush a little.

 

“Remember you’re filled with nanites and I control them. The moment I feel threatened, I’ll shut everything down and immobilize you.” Karad looked utterly shocked.

 

“I want you to immobilize me, but I want you to do it by inflating my muscles and dick, not by tasing me.” He said sitting down and holding me impaled on his spear. ”I’ll be a good boy” he said playfully, bobbing me up and down his dick, making me squirt more of his cum out with a wet suction sound. He giggled.

 

“Anything you want in particular?” I asked

 

“yeah, don’t grow me up, I just want muscles. And take it slow, this could be the last time I can penetrate you. I wanna savor every second of it.”

 

I nodded, and with that, I set to work. Karad stats were 5’9; roughly the same as me, and 203 lbs of pure ripped muscle, with a 9 inch penis. I grew his dick to 12 inches in a whim. He gasped, but recovered quite quickly. Karad stood, lifting me at the same time, so that he stayed inside me.  The extra inches made that easier.

 

“From now on, you’re officially bigger everywhere.” I said.

 

I slowly started to grow him, as he fucked me gently. His legs were getting thicker and thicker and soon, he was supporting both our weights without a strain. They were almost as thick as his waist to begin with, but now it was clear they were getting larger. His shoulders bulked out, slowly making him wider and wider. His arms also increased in size, his growing triceps creating quite an insane bulk. He had crossed the 300 lb. threshold and was just getting started, and he was already looking like a heavyweight bodybuilder.

 

As his muscles kept growing, I also slowly increased his dick inside me. Slowly, so that I could keep him inside me as long as I could. As he neared 400 lbs, he was 12½ inches. He was starting to look freakish, his body covered in a bulging mass of fibrous muscles. As he grew past the 400 lb. mark, his body slowly crept toward inhuman grounds. His waist was still thin, but layers of abdominal muscles, intertwined in each other, made sure it could sustain his whole body. It connected to his lats and flared into the most impressive V shape I had ever seen, and it was growing by the second. His pecs were massive.  They created a deep cleavage and the fibers split them into an almost geometric pattern, his nipples had grown a little and were forced downward by the gigantic mass of his pecs. His traps had rose up and encased his bull neck. Underneath his waist, his legs where each half as thick as his waist, rippling with cords of muscles half bent due to their size. Karad blasted another load inside me, he howled as more than a liter of cum was poured inside me. His body tensed and as he spasmed from the orgasm, his growth accelerated. It ripple through his whole body, I could hear each wave course through his body, a stretching muffled noise came at each twitch. It was too much for me and I came too. In the span of a minute Karad had broke the 500 lb. mark. On his untouched height, it was sheer insanity.

 

Still growing he pulled out of me. A torrent of cum escaped from inside me as he put me down on my feet. I could see him in all his massive, still-growing glory. His shoulder were as wide as he was tall. Arms akimbo, due to his hypertrophied muscles, his lats flaring connected to his obliques in an intricate pattern. His pecs were a gigantic entanglement of muscular beams, subduing under each other and formed two massive slabs jutting more than 5 inches from his chest and casting a dark shadow on his torso. His tapered waist ended in a dramatically V shaped Adonis belt from which his now 13+ inch cock swung, the balls behind were orange size and starting to sag a little. They were framed by massive quads.  The fibrous muscle mass formed prominent drops adorning his legs.  The mass of his body forcing his legs to be slightly bent. He looked like a savage, overgrown beast, and atop that violently massive body, his gorgeous face, made even squarer with muscle, was supported by the massive column of his neck. He was smirking as he adjusted his stance deliberately when he closed in on 600 pounds.

 

“Get on your back, legs in the air handsome. Time for the pounding of a lifetime.” He said, throbbing with power and growth

 

I did as told and soon he was on top of me, his arms fully extended to prevent his physique from crushing me. He speared me through my ass with his pulsing, growing dick.  It was so long and hard, I didn’t even had to lift my back to stay in position.  I was stuffed in the angle he needed me to be. The view was mind-boggling, muscles were everywhere I watched, pulsating, growing, expanding. As he pounded rhythmically, his physique grew bigger still. He regularly adjusted his stance, his legs were grating the floor like he was some raging bull. His pecs were inexorably growing toward my face.  His arms starting to bend, as Karad’s pecs forced them apart and his very biceps started to get in the way too. As he shattered the 700 lb. mark, his pecs reached my face, threatening to suffocate me in his cleavage, while the now almost 15 inch long, 5½ thick dick was keeping me pinned under him.

 

“Karad!” I called nervously ”It’s getting cramped down here! You’re about to crush me” the end of my sentence was muffled as his muscle engulfed me.

 

I heard and felt a deep laugh as Karad rolled on the side to prevent me from getting crushed by his growing physique. I screamed in pleasure as his dick forced me to follow the movement and shoot another cataclysmic load inside me . One on his huge hands reached to stroke my side (at the cost of much effort) as he breathed heavily from the orgasm.

 

“Told you. I like it rough but I’d never hurt you,” he said, forcing his gargantuan body in a seated position.

 

His finger lingered on my abs deformed by the massive penis invading me. Karad was well over 800 lbs now and showing no sign of slowing down. I started reinforcing his bones, internal structures and organs for him to sustain that mass.  All along, I was pleasuring myself and Karad by slowly moving up and down on his huge pole.

 

At 900 lbs, he was ready to grow even more, his back was starting to be noticeable, even when facing him it was starting to reach the base of his head reaching outward.

 

“Karad, you’re already the most muscular man in the universe.” I felt his dick twitch in delight, it was like a burning tremor within me at his size. ”I think I can grow you even more,” another twitch, I gasped. “but your body will undergo severe modifications to accommodate more muscle there is no going back and no way to say how you’ll look,” I said calmly.

 

“Alex, I’m more concerned about you. If I grow again I think I’ll lose whatever mobility I have left. And you’ll have to take care of me I’ll just be a monstrous mountain of muscle with a gigantic dick, unable to move. This… This is what I want, what I wanted since I’m a kid, to be that extreme, stupidly huge behemoth… But I can’t force the responsibility on you . We just met and uhnnn!!” his speech was cut short, as a growth spurt hit him.

 

“Don’t worry about all that. Let’s just grow you,” I said.

 

With Karad still inside me I pushed him past the 1000 lbs mark, with a 17 inch long, almost 7 inch thick cock. I felt stretched beyond measure, and felt Karad’s heartbeat resonate inside me, through his dick. Karad was starting to change his shape as his muscle mass reached a ridiculous size. Back traps and shoulder now so hypertrophied they reached higher than his head, preventing it to move by more than 10° in any direction. His arms so full of muscle started raising higher than the 45° mark. His pecs now so huge they were almost as thick as his torso was underneath them. They hung slightly rounding down, due to their insane weight, and their delicious gumdrops nipples were almost hidden under the bulging mass of ripped muscles. His torso tapered into what looked like a small waist but Karad was now so humongous his waist was already probably over 50 inches. His legs were forced apart by his soccer balls sized testes, they were twice as thick as his waist now, with delicious cords of muscle rippling alongside them.

 

“MAKE ME BIGGER! PLEASE MAKE ME BIIIGGGGEEEER!” Karad growled his dick throbbing inside me.

 

He flexed his muscles, he could barely move but I could see him tense various muscle groups. His muscle control was amazing. He did a pec bounce that got me cuming without touching myself. First his left pecs rippled the mass of sinewy muscle raising hiding half of his head the sound of the fibers grinding against each other could be heard. Then he relaxed it the massed fell back in position boucing slightly before assuming his relaxed form. He did the same with the right and I was like hypnotized.

I barely even registered my belly stretching under the pressure of the 18 inches of cock invading me.

 

As Karad reached 1100 lbs, I realized that he was now so big that the extra hundred of pounds was barely noticeable. He noticed it too, I saw his face harden in that feral masked that made him look so bad and so hot. His whole body flexed, in a symphony of muscular display. Everything bulged and striated. The ungodly sight would have scared any sane person, yet I was impaled on the behemoth’s dick, drinking in the view.

 

“DON’T SLACK OFF. GROW ME MORE!” He growled, playfully twitching his dick inside me.

 

I screamed of pleasure as the gigantic member tensed and relaxed inside me. He let out a deep sneer as he shook my whole body with his penis.

 

“COME ON HANDSOME. GIVE MORE.”

 

I picked the pace growing him to 1200 lbs in a matter of seconds, then to 1300 lbs. I was expecting alerts to flash any second to say his exaggerated hugeness was nearing failure. But it didn’t happen. Even as we crossed the 1400lbs line.

 

“YES! YES! THAT’S IT MAN! MAKE ME BIGGER”

 

Karad let out a massive roar as he came once again inside me. The amount of cum was beyond anything I’d have thought. The pressure inside me was almost unbearable. And most of the cum was immediately expelled out of me, squirting out of my ass in high pressured squirts. Red numbers started to pop around my body. The now 19 inch dick and his pressure orgasm were taking me to the limit. Karad saw it and started to panic. He tried to reach for me but at now 1500 lbs it was impossible for him to move. His whole body tensed in a vain attempt to reach for me. He started sweating profusely due to the effort.

 

“GET OFF ME! I’M HURTING YOU!” He shouted with a unexpectedly powerful deep voice “I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO” He panted regaining control of his voice, but still panicked.

 

“I’m fine. Don’t worry, I can fix it” I smiled “I need a bit of training that’s all”.

 

The number were slowly returning to acceptable level. I would not withstand another of his orgasm without major adjustments on my body. But there was no way I was pulling out now. As Karad reached 1600 lbs, the gains once again where less visible and I accelerated his growth again. At that stage, Karad was just growling gibberish, a low rumbling mantra about growing more and more. At 1700 lbs, his body started showing signs of reaching his maximum size for this structural height (his actual height must have been close to 7 feet as his muscle reached higher than his head did). 1900 lbs was soon pulverized and his growth slowed dramatically. We were reaching his maximum potential. We both realized it. Karad snapped back to his senses.

 

“MORE! PLEASE GIMME MORE! I NEED MORE” he cried.

 

I forced more growth into him, inflating each muscle indivually, making his whole body swell just a little bit more. He looked out of this world. His gorgeous face inlaid in a wall of pulsating muscle. His back was rising so high, it was pressing on his traps, the sinewy wave stretched for several feet on each sides before crashing against the gigantic shoulder, each muscular beam of his shoulders exaggerated to the max. from them his arms extended almost parallel to the floor due to his massive flaring lats and to shear size of his arms. At the thickest, they were somewhere around 70 inches cold, his triceps bulged so far away they prevented any movement, and his bis were fighting against his lats and his pecs. His forearms where a collection of fat cords of muscle tapering into massive hand. Karad hands were also impacted by the growth each muscle could be seen through the skin. So big he could barely move his fingers. Karad’s pecs reached his chin and covered half of his torso. They were beyond any measure they had a cleavage that could swallow my body and each one was carved following the several beams of muscle. His torso was as intricate as ever, each oblique and ab exaggerated to massive proportion and subduing under numerous other muscles. It was like new muscles had formed to sustain the megastructure of his body. They all converged into his plexus. Karad’s leg were forming a 90° angle as he sat due to theire size each thigh was thick than his monstrous waist, rippling with  muscle so exaggerated they blocked any movement. Massive teardrop shapes forming at his knees. The bulbous mass of muscle preventing the articulation to move in anything then the slight angle it had. His calves so big they lifted his legs from the floor they spitted into two massive globes of muscle. Karad’s feet where huge and like his hands deformed by overdeveloped muscle. Emerging from his pelvis Karad’s genitalia was a glorious sight 23 inches, long 8½  thick, I could tell the very shape of the stake impaling me. The profiled head flaring in crown the cobra shaped shaft below it, every finger thick snake-like vein pulsating angrily. Karad had finally surpassed the metric ton, 2016 lbs to be precise. The gigantic mass of muscle shivered, karad was about to cum once more. I swiftly hoisted myself from the massive pal just in time to witness the first tidal of cum escape the glorious spear.  It crashed on the ceiling, the wall, the floor, and was followed by many more. In the end, the gigantic Karad had flooded the forge. He was slowly falling asleep, drained from the growth and multiple orgasms.

 

I stayed up late that night, fixing my body, making it to accommodate my creation’s penis. Karad snored softly which contrasted with the bloated mass of ripped muscle he had become. He was radiating heat and power like no one would ever. Once I was done I climbed on top him and fell asleep sheltered by his pecs.

 

The next day were quite busy. I had to close the forge, Karad couldn’t be moved from it. A quantic battery was installed on Karad because no amount of eating could sustain him. I set up an emergency forge that over the month became a new fully functional one. The former forge became Karad’s room. We had to build it around him I used the nannite support system as way to monitor his health and maintain his size. First we had to force the ton heavy behemoth standing that was the hardest part and it took a whole day. After that remodeling the room was easy. A window showing the galaxy outside and the ships cruising by was installed. As well as a Mass Data ICT Router, the ICT network was his only way to get out of his room. I also had  drains installed and a water hose to clean Karad and the room. The latest add-on was a sort of remote controlled penis pump in which Karad could relieve himself if needed. His needs were off the charts and no man could suffice him. I’d often find him spent with an over bloated cock from abusing the masturbator.

 

Over time, our mutual attachment had grown. I rarely slept in my room, most of the time I’d just curl up on my gigantic boyfriend. Our friends would often visit (I had clothes tailored to make decent once in a while).Those days we were even planning to get married. I remember as we were planning the event, he chuckled, his whole shook behind me. I pressed him to tell me what was amusing him.

 

“I WAS THINKING YOU COULD GROW ME UP A LITTLE. YOU KNOW AS A WEDDING PRESENT”.

 

[END]




 

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They're kinda cute together. ^^ <3 Truly great writing. Seems you really are not just a great hyper muscle artist but also a great writer as well. ;3 <3

 

Though I do wonder what coefficiency our great doctor has. >;3 <3 <3 I wonder how Karad would feel like if his boyfriend would somehow be the bigger one. And how big their true upper limit would be. >;3

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Thanks a lot for your very nice comments :)

On 09/09/2016 at 0:28 AM, Hanugumo said:

Though I do wonder what coefficiency our great doctor has. >;3 <3 <3 

he has a 30-ish coef. it's mentioned in the first chapter that he has a very low one.

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5 hours ago, Marquis said:

Thanks a lot for your very nice comments :)

he has a 30-ish coef. it's mentioned in the first chapter that he has a very low one.

Awwwr, dang. ;n; I did not remember him saying that.

But dang, if only he had one 5 times higher than what he has. 83 Imagine how gigantic he would be. 83 <3

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