The assembly line : Third station

[Hialmar]

The first station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14714-the-assembly-line/

The way to the third station is found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14738-the-assembly-line-on-the-way-to-the-third-station/

 

The assembly line

Third station

The cylinder closed behind Tim's head, and the cylinder began to fill with new liquid. Little Tim, who disappeared out of Ted's view. Ted watched the ground floor disappear above him, and turn into the ceiling of the basement, as the lift descended. His quads twitched. His shoulders twitched. He liked the feeling of his muscles twitching. His muscles growing. Ted found himself in a dimly lit tunnel. The air was cooler and more moist, and he looked at old brick-walls. There were hints of some mould in the air.

In front of him, Todd stood facing away from him on a sort of platform elevated just a few decimetres above the floor, perhaps slightly reminding him of a boxing ring, but perhaps lower than that.  There were no remnants of Todd's old clothes left. The sparse yellowish light caused shadows to highlight the newly won muscular definition of Todd's broad back and wide shoulders. Robotic spray-cans ran on small rails around Todd's body, spraying his feet and legs with a substance, that jelled into boots and trousers. Tactical boots and trousers. Sci-fi boots and trousers. 

Ted couldn't concentrate on the sight of Todd's impressive back before him, because The Program demanded him to take a few steps back and take a seat. So he obeyed. It felt good to obey The Program. The seat reminded him of a dentist's chair. A little metallic box on tyres was busy wheeling around him with a whirring sound and extending its tongs to remove his shoes. His trousers felt uncomfortable and soaked in the growth-liquid from his treatment in the cylinder. The remnants of his shirt hang in tatters on his torso, and his exposed pecs and biceps glistened by the growth-liquid in the sparse amber light.

His arms -- still twitching and growing by the after-effects of his treatment in the cylinder -- rested on the vinyl-clad armrests of the medical chair. He could sense something lower itself above him, but it still came as a surprise, when his entire head became enclosed by some sort of equipment. It smelled like rubber, like car tyres. For an instant, he was frightened he would suffocate, and his engorging arms began a movement to remove the mask, but, before he could do anything, cool and smooth metallic manacles rotated 180° out of the arm-rests, and transfixed his arms to the chair.

What was going on, actually? Why did these machines exist inside the mountain ridge? Why had they sprung from inactivity to life, when he and his friends unknowingly had intruded in the tunnels? They had expected natural beauty and the view of pristine, untouched and subterraneous natural environment, but instead they had encountered unknown technology at a level they hadn't expected. Was it the work of a clandestine cabal set on toppling the government? Was it a classified government experiment, preparing for the dissolution of their human and citizen rights? Was it a scientific experiment, which had gone terribly wrong, when the automatons raised against mankind? Was it an archaeological remnant of an ancient advanced civilisation, long gone? Was it, even, a base planted by an extra-terrestrial civilisation, bent on taking over the world? He didn't know, and any further thoughts along those lines were abruptly and painfully stalled by excruciating 

AGONY

His body consisted of purple light of AGONY. His body consisted of of a beige cloud of nausea. Blackness came, and blackness went. He wasn't sure, if he had been unconscious, and, if that was the case, he didn't know for how long. Slowly, slowly, he recovered from disorientation, and became aware of himself relaxing in a vinyl-clad medical chair, his head surrounded by a blinding full-head mask that smelled of the comforting and relaxing whiff of rubber. There was nothing to be concerned of now. He could feel remaining ache in his spine, his clavicles and his femurs. Well, his entire bone-structure, actually, but especially his spine, his clavicles and his femurs. Remaining ache. Remaining. Because something amazing was happening. Mmmmm. Twitching muscles. Twitching of growth. Something amazing. If he obeyed The Program, something amazing would happen. Continue to happen. A feeling stirred in his gut. Something amazing. The Program wanted to get to know him better. Why not? You can trust The Program, can't you? The Program is your friend.

The Program scanned his childhood. Friendship. Scanned his teenage years. Embarrassment. Scanned his student years. Liberation. Coming to terms. Early career. The mixed feelings of entrapment, homecoming and purpose. The suffocation and the dedication. Dear parents. Dear siblings. The well-being and betterment of his pupils. Friendship with Todd. Reliable Todd. Bringing together. Responsible. Protective of Tim. Little Tim. Protect. and then ... Mike ... Oh God! Mike ... Mike the young rascal, who took the command, when they explored the great outdoors with their small bicycles with support wheels ... Mike, forever loyal to Todd, the chubby kid, and listened to Todd's advice ... Mike, who hang out with the jocks, but never forgot his old friends ... Mike, the stallion who slept with at least half of the girls ... Mike, arguing with the teacher ... Mike, called to the head-master's office ... Mike's smile like sunshine ... Mike cheering his friends up on a rainy day ... Mike arguing with his divorced Mum ... Mike at the gym ... Bigger Mike ... Tattooed Mike ... Mike swelling ... Mike and the wrong crowd ... Mike on substance abuse ... Angry Mike, still so handsome, but angry Mike ... Todd trying to reason with Mike ... Ted trying to reason with Mike ... Mike. Angry. Smiling. Sunshine. ... no highschool any longer ... you leave in the morning ... run away, turn away, run away ... Ted's student days ... Coming to terms ... Realising his true feelings ... Mike the Marine ... Far away ... Mike the war-hero, returned ... Mike the depressed wreck ... Ted being there for Mike ... Mike not allowing himself to cry in front of Ted ... Mike: Angry. Smiling. Sunshine. ... Todd bringing them ... Mike, the brawny lump of a man, allowing himself to cry in Ted's lanky embrace ... Mike the PT ... Mike the fire-fighter ... For all his faults ... all his strengths ... the anguish in Mike's eyes ... the confidence in Mike's eyes ... the sunshine in his ... Mike his friend ... Mike his hero ... Wanting to be like Mike ... Wanting to be with Mike ... Uh. Uhnnnn. The Program want to know ... 

He felt mentally exhausted, but he could feel something pleasant build inside him. The Program had stunned him and guided him through the worst changes. His ability to feel pain was blunted now. Resilience to pain had been installed into him. He felt better. He felt like ... Mmmmm. Twitching muscles. Twitching of growth. Something amazing was happening. Wider clavicles. Longer femurs. More! YES! The Program was rewarding him for his cooperation. He opened his mind again. Allowing it to probe deeply inside his mind. Probe. Mind. Urges. Urges to GROW!

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The fourth station will be found here: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/14756-the-assembly-line-from-third-to-fourth-station/

Edited April 16, 2018 by Hialmar
structure, clarity, more linguistic details, link

[RecoveringLearner]

It gets better and better.   Thank you.

[Hialmar]

1 minute ago, RecoveringLearner said:

It gets better and better.   Thank you.

The amusement of my readers is my reward. It is funny how other persons share my weird tastes.

[RecoveringLearner]

2 hours ago, Hialmar said:

The amusement of my readers is my reward. It is funny how other persons share my weird tastes.

If I expect to be sore after a good gym session, I'd expect an ultra-science (like this) or magical muscle growth to be damned intense.