Popular Post Tomoshiraga Posted December 25, 2015 Popular Post Share Posted December 25, 2015 This is my first story, focused on military science and a soldier, as inspired by a few people on here, they know who they are. I've been lurking here and there on this and the previous iteration for about a decade and a few. (Don't do the math. ) So, I've decided to finally take a stab at writing this stuff. For the next chapter, currently considering either a bit of a horror angle but that could get into messy things like snuff (probably implied/off-screen). Another angle might be just good ol' worship, lifts, growth, and love with the right helping of graphic sex. Might do both as separate storylines. Comment, touch yourself, etc. Without much ado, here's the first chapter. -1- Dr. James Smith looked over the equipment again. He had finally gotten clearance from the base commander to test the serum. Securing various pipes, making sure there were no leaks in the tanks, Smith was absolutely ecstatic. Out of all the soldiers tested for the compatible gene the growth serum worked with, the only one so far was right on the base all along. Smith looked around at the laboratory he had set up for to research and now to conduct the first human trial. Sure, there had been animal trials, but quite a few side effects occurred. As for the apes, they grew, became feral, and had to be exterminated with extreme prejudice. The day the gorilla got out was a very hectic one indeed. Smith had almost wet himself when the Commander reprimanded him. Of course, he was an understanding man; Smith was brought on to make the next generation soldier. He just told Smith to constrain his testing to less volatile subjects. Of course, those subjects weren’t as receptive, the dogs got mean, the horses got too bulky, and the mice suffered from unnatural apathy. As the months after that incident went on, Smith eventually discovered that something unique to the human genome cancelled the serum’s side effects. His reports to the commander earned a service-wide checkup for some scare that Fox News would have lapped up and spun every way to Sunday. Of the samples it turned out only one soldier, who happened to be stationed right at Ft. Bragg all along, was possibly compatible with the serum. Private Matt Miller was a recent recruit straight out of high school and a bit of a smaller one. At 5’8” and 160 lbs. he wasn’t exactly the mirror image of Captain America. Though he got along well with his fellow recruits and lifted alongside them, it would seem he was fated to be a hard gainer, putting only 10 lbs. on since he joined. As he put the 20s back on the dumbbell rack, one of the corporals known for errand running approached. “Private Miller. Do you know why I am here?” the corporal intoned. “No sir.” Matt replied as he had been conditioned to do. “The Commander requests your presence over at R&D. Finish your workout, shower, and report immediately.” The corporal was quite firm in his wording, which in turn made Matt a bit firm in his pants. He enjoyed the rigor and structure of military life and the men weren’t bad too look at either. Matt watched the corporal’s ass with a look of lust on his face as he walked away. The corporal, Tyler, Matt had caught his name briefly in the mess hall, was quite a bit more strapping than him, at a firm 200 lbs and 6’2”. His firm glutes shuffling up and down in his slacks had fueled more than a fuel late night wanks in the barracks. Remembering what Tyler had said, he went and freshened up and made his way to R&D. R&D was always a bit oppressive in atmosphere. Access was strictly controlled due to the cutting edge projects constantly rotating in and out. Scientists could be seen coming in, leaving, receiving deliveries, which probably comprised food as well, as Matt hadn’t seen any of them in the mess. The building was tall, made brutalist architecture with its constrained windows and concrete façade. Imposing and huge, it was perhaps a place best left unnoticed if you didn’t want to feel uneasy. Matt entered and the receptionist quickly ushered him down some labyrinthine hallways, endless, myriad, and very much fairly identical. Soon enough he was by himself in front of two large wooden doors, a placard above read ‘Special Laboratory.’ As he swung the door open, he saw the Commander, who he never really learned the name of, as he generally stayed out of purview of the regular soldiers, but was imposing as ever. Next to him, poring over a bright screen was an older man, though his features were obscured, Matt knew it was a scientist based on the lab coat. “Excuse me, sir? I was told to report here immediately?” Matt uttered out after a brief pause. The scientist turned around with a hurry, perhaps expectant to see him. “Ah Private Miller, you’ve come! I’m sure you know Base Commander Kilgore. I bet you want to know why we summoned you! Well, I am Dr. James Smith. And this is my laboratory. Do take care not to bump anything.” Looking around, Matt saw instruments everywhere, various liquid containers, and some stuff he saw on CSI for DNA, numerous samples and what looked to be pneumatic tubes going to the ceiling. Behind the monitor were large windows, guarding a room with a chair with tubes around it from what Matt could see of it. Brighter lights in that room somehow made this one seem dim, despite the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Matt’s visual journey around the room came to a sudden end when one of the tubes’ alarms dinged and spun its door open to reveal a vial. From what he could see it had an almost bronze-red glow. “Oh! It’s just on time!” Dr. Smith was absolutely ecstatic and grabbed the vial and started sputtering out words. “This is what I needed you for. We don’t really have too much time, so I’ll summarize it briefly. This is the first prototype of an experimental strength enhancer for military use. While we have conventional steroids, this will hopefully replace those for use amongst our troops and give us a definitive edge in combat. You were summoned because this was made from your blood.” Matt was in a small bit of shock, but it made some sense. Giant lab, medical was always collecting samples of blood and what not. Dr. Smith saw the recognition on his face and continued. “As you may surmise, because this was made from your blood, it is only compatible with you. We hope we won’t have to goad you into testing it out for us.” Matt felt a bit of a look creep upon his face. Perhaps it was uncertainty, disbelief maybe? This is something he had read about and jerked it to, but not reality. He felt something inside him burst out. “I will volunteer sir!” The Commander had a pleased smile upon his face. He was always glad to have eager recruits, and Matt didn’t disappoint, despite his less than average stature. “Now Private Miller, if you’ll come with me, we’ll get you ready for the administration of the serum.” Dr. Smith led Matt into the next room with the table. The room was quite harsh; the intensely bright lights cast shadows near the upper half of the room. Tubes near the chair ran everywhere, some to a machine, the other with capped needles on them. It lived up to the stereotype of sterile white mad science laboratory. Matt was quickly strapped into the chair; the veins on his arms and legs were quickly swabbed and stuck with a needle tube each. Before he knew it, Dr. Smith had exited the room and activated an intercom. His voice rang out, “Private Miller, are you comfortable? There may be some mild discomfort, but you should be just fine!” However, Matt was already caught up in fantasies of his own. He was barely aware of the voice in the room. Soon enough he heard a whirring behind him and the tubes began to fill with that bronze-red liquid. It had a bit of luminescence to it as it pumped into his body. It burned a bit, like sanitizer on an open wound. He didn’t feel much else for the first few seconds, but then it started. It looked as though he was pumped. Matt had hardly ever got a pump, given his average strength, but the veins didn’t stop bulging there. They kept swelling as the serum began to saturate in his bloodstream. He felt it, his arms were getting bigger. Each passing second saw their circumference stretching the sleeves of his tee as they inflated with pure power. He couldn’t see them, but his triceps had to have turned into horseshoes if the twin headed peaks of his biceps were to be believed. The forearms weren’t slacking behind either, they widened dramatically, gaining a roadmap of veins feeding blood down to his quickly thickening hands. Matt pivoted his hands, admiring the engorging fingers, easily capable of filling a hole by themselves or lifting heavy weights. He was beginning to feel constriction against his shoulders as he counted the heads of his cannonball deltoids popping up against fabric, straining it. It didn’t help that his pectorals had begun inflating; quickly taking what was at most two meager slices of meat to two pure meat pillows, adorned with generous hair and perky nipples. The cleft in between his pecs was visible thanks to how much the shirt was stretched forward. It was large enough to hold at least a few pencils by now or maybe an admirer’s fingers. Matt found he was unable to see past his swelling pectorals and pulled at his restraints, easily popping them in time to raise his shirt and be greeted by a divine work of masonry. Eight bricks, each probably capable of breaking someone’s hand in a fight greeted him, ready to be on display 24/7. While his arms were growing, his legs had already swollen up on their own. Monstrous quads stretched his pants in dangerous ways, ripping both legs vertically. Matt finished the job and ripped them off, freeing his future wheels to show off, too. Breaking the ankle straps, he raised his legs and was greeted with a pair of rock hard calves giving his lower legs seductive rock hard curves. As Matt took in all the growth, mentally noting his cobra like trapezius and flaring laterals moving his arms away from his body, his back becoming a muscled canvas ripe for rubbing oil on, he suddenly felt a tugging at his hips. His cock had twitched to life, it had been an average six inch member, but the beast replacing it was easily 10 inches around and at least 7 around by his own estimate. The pleasure flowing through him had combined and soothed the burning, his cock now dribbled a small puddle of pre-cum onto the chair. He was tempted to begin whacking right there, if not for the double-sided glass catching his attention. Matt had turned into a living diety. Bulges adorned his body and over those were veins, a guide to where all the altered blood in his body came and went. He flexed a most muscular, imitating the bodybuilders to whom he jacked off to at night. All his muscles flared up angrily, responding to the stimulus, expanding just a bit even further. Matt took note of how gargantuan each of his muscles were now versus just a few moments ago. Soon enough, he heard the intercom again, it was Dr. Smith. “What a magnificent success! I’m sorry about your clothes, but we did anticipate this outcome. Come now, we need to measure your results!” The Doctor sure was excited about all of this, Matt thought to himself. Hell, I’m excited about this too, he continued in his head. A loud beep signaled the opening of the door, and Matt stepped through, turning a bit to get inside, thankfully he didn’t have to duck, the top of the door was a lot lower than before. The Commander had gone, probably off to another meeting. Instead was the eager older doctor and joining him, a fairly athletic nurse named Michael that Matt had gone to a few times for checkups, and a few times just to see him. Michael had a set of sweats in his arms, but more importantly, he was biting his lip and looking Matt up and down. Matt was a bit surprised, as he hadn’t thought Michael was into him, or guys even. Guess when you look like Hercules’ big brother people look at you differently, Matt thought with a bit of amusement, but also a bit of scorn for his previous condition. “If you’ll put those on and follow Nurse Peters and me, we will begin the physical portion of the exam,” Dr. Smith broke the silence, as well as the eyefucking. Soon enough, a few hallways later Matt arrived at a large gym, this one was a lot better equipped than the base gym, with much heavier weights available. Taking it all in, Matt looked at Dr. Smith to ask him questions, but was cut off. “This facility is for you to test your strength; I’ll be back in an hour or so to check on your progress, use the whiteboard over there to keep track of your lifts.” With that Dr. Smith went back to the laboratory to duplicate and study the footage of the experiment. Nurse Peters had disappeared as well, most likely to take care of a certain erotic problem. Matt went over to the dumbbell racks and grabbed a pair of 100s. He never dreamed they’d feel so light. After curling them for a few warm up reps, he grabbed the 200s and really started pumping some iron. Sometime later, Dr. Smith came back to check on the private. When he opened the door he was greeted with a disaster zone. All the machines and weights were tossed about, some crumpled together in a ball, other broken into pieces, and a few bars protruded from the wall as if they were javelins. In the middle there was a stack plates, perhaps a poor imitation of pancakes. Next to them on the floor was the fortified Matt, sweaty from a workout. He looked up at the doctor and simply gave a shrug of his huge shoulders. “Sorry Doc. Wanted to test my limits.” 1 30 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Praisingsize Posted December 25, 2015 Share Posted December 25, 2015 Terrific. You have obviously been thinking a lot while lurking. I love the super soldier theme. It means lots of muscle and strength and death and destruction. Hot!! I hope he loves being BIG and and growing. Lifting huge to grow huge. Wrecking big machines with his bare hands. Having all this strength and power is going to go to his head. Huge swelling EGO and insatiable for more strength and toughness. I hope you can find time to continue. great start!!! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
musclejackjuice Posted December 25, 2015 Share Posted December 25, 2015 WOW brilliant set-up and damned hot writing. Thanks, and please write this story out... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cumonurpecs Posted December 25, 2015 Share Posted December 25, 2015 wow excellent startcant wait for more chapters Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GAMuscleFan Posted December 26, 2015 Share Posted December 26, 2015 Excellent opening. Some great visuals in my head of exactly how strong and powerful Matt is right now. Looking forward to Chapter 2! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tomoshiraga Posted December 27, 2015 Author Share Posted December 27, 2015 Thanks for the kind words. With any luck, after an external review, part 2 might be here sooner than you think! Anticipate and despair, ye horny! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muscl4life Posted December 27, 2015 Share Posted December 27, 2015 I really enjoy revisitations of such classic scenarios, and yours is actually one of the best enviroments I've read in a long time. You've got great storytelling skills, and they helped you to deliver enough background without losing the main goal, which is to get us off on very hot muscle growth imagery, not to mention the strategic cliffhanger which got us hooked for the next installment. Tremendous job right off the bat, I hope you have lots of fun working on the rest of your excellent tale! Cheers 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
musclesmoker Posted December 27, 2015 Share Posted December 27, 2015 Please keep this going! Build a massively muscled super hung army. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tomoshiraga Posted December 27, 2015 Author Share Posted December 27, 2015 By the time ya'll read this, part 2 will be up. Enjoy. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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