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Professor Schnackenburg's mistake: Chapter Six


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Chapter Five is found here:

https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13181-professor-schnackenburgs-mistake-chapter-five/


Professor Schnackenburg's mistake
Chapter Six


A blast of phosphorescent preternatural power filled the entire building, and had an impact on every man inside. Jack couldn't believe it: Kortoth-Gnaah had already transformed Jack and other members of the gym, earlier in the night, and Jack hadn't expected any further change, but the powerblast now consumed him in the feeling of further growth, more hardness, more muscle. In the epicentre of the blast, Jack could see his war-god embracing the brave and impressive bouncer, the latter one growing into something amazing. The sound of men moaning and grunting in excitement was heard from the rooms downstairs, and when the dizzying experience faded, gigantic men in leather, chainmail and furs descended from the inner recesses of the club. Before his change into a warrior of Anghra-Lemur, Jack would probably have felt embarrassed in a surrounding like this, but since his transformation, nothing could make him embarrassed.


Slowly and gradually, he became aware of, that something wasn't entirely right. Since his transformation by the war-god, he had felt his connection to his Master increase. While orders and commands were given telepathically in a very clear and comprehensible way, on other occasions he could vaguely sense the pleasure, the confidence and the worry of his Master, and the bond seemed to increase. Now, Jack could sense, that Kortoth-Gnaah was puzzled, even surprised and confused. As the overwhelming sensation of empowerment faded, Jack began to better notice details of his surroundings: All men in the club had changed into prehistorical fighters – all men, except the men in rubber and PVC. The, now huge, bouncer kneeled beside a short and slim man in his late 20s, whom Jack vaguely recognised from campus. The war-god spoke in disbelief:


"What treachery is this? I gave the command, that all should become my warriors!"


An almost human expression arose in his face, and a skilful observer could have discerned the visage of archaeological researcher Brock MacGurgan. Then a trace of divine knowledge shadowed the war-god's brow. 


"This fabric of the younger days... It is not under my domain... It is under the domains of the scarlet and purple rites of the archdemons of the outer realms. Remove it!"


* * *

Lucien felt devastated. This supernatural being had promised incomprehensible strength, and then everyone else had changed into monuments of masculinity. All – except himself. He was surrounded by brutally built men, standing around him, their naked or leather-clad legs broad apart. They towered above him – threateningly, he first thought, but could discern the gaze of genuine concern in their eyes. The being, that once had been Chad, kneeled at his side, with a worried and loving expression. Chad's shoulders reminded Lucien of volley balls. Lucien put his hand on Chad's left pec, now the size of a basket ball, and shivered. Lucien could see other slim and average men dressed like himself ascend the staircase, with disappointed expressions. The war-god said something, but Lucien didn't listen. Chad rose again. Disappointment. Mixed with wonder and lust at the sight of Chad. And comfort. Chad's protective presence so close. Lucien embraced Chad's powerful naked quads, and kissed them – something powerful throbbing inside Chad's leather jockstrap. Suddenly, he saw some of the tall men in leather and chainmail rip the rubber apart from the chests and legs of the other rubber-lads. Chad leaned forward. Lucien could feel Chad's big and strong hands clench Lucien's clothes, and then Lucien was naked, standing there freezing. Vulnerable. Exposed. Devastated. Chad arose, and said something:


"Master. Allow me to grow with my mate here, as you allowed your men from that building, over there, grow with me."


The war-god smiled and nodded, and reached out his arm, which began to glow in a familiar greenish phosphorescent way.


"Receive the powers of Anghra-lemur!"


His mind was on fire: Not a burning fire, but a pleasantly warm fire, which empowered him. YES! Empowered him! He could feel Chad standing behind him, Chad's leather-clad crotch throbbing against his naked lumbar, Chad's big hands on his growing pecs. Visions of aeons past flickered before his eyes, and the bravery of forgotten ages was poured into him. There was nothing he could do to stop it now, but he didn't want it to stop. He felt bigger now. And stronger. A pleasant hardness spreading. His head held high in pride, his legs in a confident stance. Visions of sword-fights. Visions of battling monsters without hesitation. He felt taller. Dimly, he could sense how his brothers grew with him, and that Chad was growing with him, too. Yes! Grow with me, Chad! So big! Couldn't have dreamed... Feel so hard... And powerful! Yes, Chad, look at me! Look at what I'm becoming! Like you! Look at me, war-god of Anghra-Lemur! Look at your masterpiece! Shoulders and traps! Fuck! Brawn! More brawn! Eager for all the hero-brawn! Yes! Receiving so much muscle and power… BECOMING muscle and power!


When the sensations of growth faded, Lucien had become on of the men of Anghra-Lemur.

 

* * *

The war-god of Anghra-Lemur walked the streets of the modern university city, and his men followed him – loyal, obedient, powerful, devoted. The Being had granted them this masculine power, and they had to obey his commands. They loved to serve.


Kortoth-Gnaah pointed at buildings, and their outlines blurred. In the place of some high rises, low mud huts and neolithic long-houses from ordinary human history emerged, but, when he pointed at other tall buildings, spires and domes formed, materialising from unthinkable angles, from the space between the spaces, from the dreams of the older gods and from the dreams of men. Spires of alabaster which wasn’t alabaster. Domes of jade and gold. Impossible and unimaginable forms and ornaments from dreamtimes outside history.
The dreams of the older gods floated through the minds of the new men of Anghra-Lemur, and the dreams of the older gods floated through the mind of Kortoth-Gnaah, of which Brock MacGurgan was now only an assimilated part. Brock dreamed, and he was awake. He observed The Being, that was himself and yet something else, transform other men into impossible monuments of masculinity, individual flesh-and-bone specimens of ancient myths, old sagas and modern entertainment of his childhood and youth: Warriors, protectors, defenders, heroes, barbarians… It felt like a dream, and yet it wasn’t. He pointed at buildings: It wasn’t just past and present that fused into something else. It was the worlds of the gods, that were leaking into his former everyday world, and gradually becoming reality, a reality where tales of heroic masculinity and dark male fantasy were true. He felt like he could lift buildings, and he probably could. He felt like he could withstand a nuclear explosion, and he probably could. He could sense his men’s loyalty to him, and it felt like an addiction. He felt cosmic power float in his veins. Something was missing… Something vital… He couldn’t think straightforward. Ah, yes. The women. The women of Anghra-Lemur. His subjects needed to procreate, if Anghra-Lemur would thrive in this new, moden time. The warrior-women of Anghra-Lemur would rise again, but he lacked the power. Just as that modern, unknown fabric was under the control of the archdemons of the outer realms, the power to transform women of the newer age into women of Anghra-Lemur was under the control of someone else: The Sea Goddess. He had to reach out to the Sea Goddess.


He and his men roamed the streets, and their mere presence caused modern women to reach orgasm. They returned to the campus, and Kortoth-Gnaah observed the tower where he had found this willing embodiment. Perhaps the old man, that … Schnackenburg… would know how to contact the Sea Goddess? The steel-and-glass doors were closed and locked, and several police cars were parked outside the Archaeology Department. It was of no concern. Kortoth-Gnaah nodded in the direction of the entrance, and two loyal men – formerly known as Chad and Lucien – crushed it with their clubs. The god and his housecarls entered.


Chapter Seven is found here:

https://muscle-growth.org/topic/13510-professor-schnackenburgs-mistake-chapter-seven/
 

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