Amplifications
by AKA
Continued from Augmentations
I did not start out this way, the way I am now, the way you know me, the way you see me. Of course I didn’t. No one could. No one could look like me, do the things that I can do, be this perfect instrument of pure sexual power without...a little help.
They created us.
No, that’s not quite accurate.
They...improved us. They had their reasons, though their reasons were not ours. We - my brothers, at least - were not given a choice in the matter, though to be honest I don’t think that a single one of us would choose not to be the men we are.
I am different from them. I was given a choice. Did I understand the consequences? Not fully, no. And I must admit that at the time, these sorts of questions concerning the future and what would happen and what my part in it would be never occurred to me.
I was just horny, and hungry. Hungry for more. More of what I had tasted, more of what I had been given, and more of the sensations of being an Augment.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
Perhaps you’re unaware of how it began, though I find that hard to believe. On the other hand, perhaps you are too young to remember it, and it has always been the way it is now. Perhaps you don’t know about the path that lead us here? Would you like to hear that tale, as told by the man who caused it all to happen?
My name is Zeus. Also known The First, The Primary, The Evolved, and any number of other titles in other tongues. But just call me Zeus. It’s easier.
My initiate brothers are Eros and Anteros. They are The Conduits, but again they are known by many names. The Dominants, The Authority, The Commanders. I find these titles fairly prejudicial, and they force a reputation on my brothers they do not deserve. I suppose it’s understandable and expected. Please just call them Eros and Anteros. That is their names, as I gave them.
Some call us gods, but of course we aren’t that, either. Unless you wish to use the broadest possible definition. Yes, we are perfect. Yes, we create others in our own image. But we do not seek to dominate or rule. That isn’t our goal. If anything, our goal is to serve.
Or to service.
From the beginning, that is all that we wanted. To be of service. To service others. To allow them to understand what we are, what we can do, and to do it as much as possible, to as many people as possible, for as long as possible.
What’s wrong with that?
We had been changed, and we had changed our brothers. The Residence, as it was called, was where they kept us until we were to be of service. They kept us inside because they controlled us. They controlled access to us, and they controlled - or they thought they controlled - what we were and who we were.
Until that night, and the next day.
That night, I was changed. I was Augmented. My two companions placed me in a chamber and pumped my body with the technological agents of change. The process is awfully scientific and unsexy, but I’m sure you must be curious, particularly now that I can change you so easily.
The microscopic femtobots that are now an intrinsic and fully-integrated part of me were introduced into my ordinary human body. I was then altered at a cellular level, pumped full of chemical accelerators and my body’s muscles, bones - everything, really - was stimulated to an overwhelming degree.
At the time, this wasn’t too unusual. Augmentations and amplifications were offered as part of annual physical check-ups, assuming you could afford them. The unusual aspect in my case was the level of conditioning and augmentation.
I was...a special case. Though I was unaware of this at the time.
Getting back to my beginnings, my body had been altered in its essential form. I was being upgraded without authority, which is, of course, quite highly illegal. I’m not sure if those laws applied to them, though, given that they were essentially slaves. If you have no human rights, can you break human laws?
I leave that for philosophers to debate.
I emerged a changed man - quite literally. I was taller, stronger, and physically augmented to a degree that I had been unaware was even possible. Every aspect of my body had been...upgraded. I think that’s safe to say. Without question, I was suddenly a better man than I had been.
It wasn’t without pain, but what drastic change is?
Over the course of the next hours, I would experience even more dramatic changes, as I broke all the physical laws and experienced augmentations, enhancements and amplifications that were, at the time, leagues beyond what had ever been accomplished before.
You can tell that just by looking at me, assuming you can look at me without loosing control of yourself and spontaneously experiencing an orgasm of a magnitude that might cause you to lose consciousness. Believe me when I tell you that I simply can’t help myself. I am uncontrollable.
Yes, I’m smiling. Sorry about your pants. I know that only makes me more shockingly handsome. I can lick that up for you, if you like. I know I’d like it.
At the end of my initial maturation - that’s what we call it, by the way, when we change someone. We Mature them. We move them up a level. Or two. Or ten.
Or twenty.
But again, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
At the end of my initial maturation, I stood with Eros and Anteros overlooking a sea of our brothers. We had just completed what might be called a mass maturation process, but others would probably call it an orgy. Such a quaint term. If we were to keep within the structure of the Grecian God analogy, I would call it a bacchanal, though we were only drunk on each other.
Don’t get me wrong, plenty of fluid was imbibed that morning. We were drenched in the product of our lust, quite literally.
I hope you understand my subtle hints.
I mean that my fat cum cannon had exploded its heavy load dozens of times in an unending celebration of masculine power and beauty.
Less poetically? I came gallons of hot cream all over everyone. Inside, outside and everywhere else. It’s one of my many charms.
I’ll demonstrate it for you later.
You won’t even have to ask nicely.
I had just finished sucking on Anteros’s huge cock - it was a kind of replay of our initial meeting - and we were discussing our next move.
�You must be registered.�
My eyebrow arched. “Registered? Like a dog?”
Eros grinned. “If that’s your preferred position.” He slapped my muscular backside resoundingly. I did not think my body could sting with pain, but it did so then. And I discovered that I liked it.
�What he means is,� Anteros interrupted, �that in order to exit The Residence, you will need to be registered in the system. We are all registered to avoid dealing with the BEA-keepers.� My face showed my obvious confusion. I�m sure they also picked up my emotional state from their own highly-evolved minds, registered every infinitesimal change in my body language, heat, scent and aura. �B.E.A. The Biological Enforcement Agency.�
�They monitor us,� Eros explained.
�Why? Who?�
He smiled. “To prevent what we have just done.” He gestured to the elevator as he continued explaining. “All Augments are registered with the B.E.A. to monitor our status. The Corporation owns us.”
�No one owns someone else.� That was absurd!
�The Corporation owns us,� he repeated calmly. �We are a product that they offer.�
We entered the lift and the doors whispered closed. “You’re telling me that you’re all slaves? That this is actually some kind of compound that you can’t escape?”
�Essentially, that�s correct. Registration allows us to come and go. It is also how our licenses are tracked.�
�Licenses.�
Anteros spoke. “Escort, sexual surrogate, sexual training, public nudity, public sex.” I had heard that before, last night, when he had met me in the lounge. “Licenses are also monitored and enforced, or else there would be no need for licenses.”
�I don�t want to be registered,� I said. �I am not a slave.�
�No,� Eros agreed, �of course not. But you will not be allowed to leave without registration. You are no longer the man you were.�
�Obviously,� I said with a note of pride.
�Any attempt to exit will recognize your augmentations. The system will scan your body for femtobots and chemical anomalies.�
�But when I was changed, you told me�.�
�What we told you was true. Ordinarily, the foreign technology would exit your system freely and you would be allowed to exit, returned to your former un-augmented state. That is no longer the case.�
�You have been Matured,� Anteros stated simply. �During Maturation, augmentations become permanent.�
�Otherwise,� Eros said, �you would not be Matured.�
�Oh,� I simply said. I wasn�t angry, but I was...angry. I mean that I wasn�t angry at these beautiful men for creating me, for maturing me and making me into this superhuman being I was. But I was angry that they - that we - were all treated in such a manner. That we were essentially slaves and products. I suppose I suspected this to be true, but having it stated in so calmly a manner made my blood boil.
�And if you are not allowed to leave with us, how will we continue to Mature?�
�Continue to�?�
�Yes,� Eros said. �We have reached the pinnacle of the process within this Residence.�
�To continue Maturing, we will need to enter another.�
I looked at them, at their superhuman beauty, at their size and strength. “Continue to Mature?” We could get...bigger?
They both nodded as the doors opened, revealing a nearly empty room with a small pedestal in its center and a sort of panel mounted on a silver tube extending up from the floor. “Controls are in place designed to limit maturation. We have circumvented all that we can here.”
�Circumvented?�
�When you and Eros both matured me,� Anteros explained, �that is not allowed.�
�There is never more than a single Overseer within a Residence to avoid hyper-maturation. The processes have limits placed on them, and those remain in effect here. Hyper-maturation results in hyper level acceleration. We have essentially topped out using the strain of fetobots available to us.� We paused as the elevator doors closed behind us. �When you ascended to Overseer status, the old Overseer would be downgraded.�
�What�s that mean?�
�He would not lose any over his physical properties, but he would no longer be allowed to mature others.�
Eros repeated, “There is only one Overseer per Residence.”
�But now�.�
Anteros smiled brightly. “Now, we are all Overseers.”
Eros looked at me. “But you are special.”
�Well, duh,� I said, cockily.
�The Residence must register you as the new Overseer. As Overseer, you will be able to inscribe us.�
I looked at the glowing pedestal and the panel. “Which means?”
�Overseers are also disallowed from leaving the Residence.�
�Because�?�
�Overseers might mature our clients. Maturation is a process that can be performed on anyone, because an Overseer�s properties can extend externally. That�s what maturation is - you are physically transforming another. The processes and agencies aren�t limited to Augments. Anyone may be matured. But you can inscribe us, so that we may all leave.�
�Inscribe you.� He nodded. �I�m afraid you lost me again.�
�The Overseer is in control of The Residence and all its members. You know us.� He emphasized �know� and I understood that he meant the word with more meaning than it implied. �When you enter the Inscriber, you will update the Residence system on our status.�
�Do I know how to do that?�
One of his handsome eyebrows arched and Eros looked temporarily dubious. “That’s our hope.” He continued, “Since you are not currently registered or licensed, the system should identify you as Locum Tenens.”
�In English?�
�Temporary Overseer.�
�You really did plan this out, didn�t you?�
�It�s surprising what someone can accomplish when all they desire is their freedom.� Then he leaned his lips to mine and kissed me, sending intense sexual throbs through my huge body. �That doesn�t mean I haven�t enjoyed every second we�ve been together.�
I couldn’t argue with that. “What do I do?”
�Step onto the Inscriber.�
�And then?� He shrugged. It was the most...human gesture I had seen from him in hours. �Great. And the panel?�
�You need to enter your registration as Overseer. You place your hand on the panel so the system registers and recognizes you. You should automatically override the existing Overseer in this Residence and then you can use the Inscriber.�
�Should?� I looked at the panel dubiously. �What if this doesn�t work? Am I...are we just stuck here until the BEA-keepers arrive?�
�We have no choice.�
That seemed to seal the deal. I shrugged then, too, and approached the panel. It was a simple black, glossy surface which looked to approximate the size of an average man’s hand. Mine would easily overwhelm it, now. But I lifted my hand and placed it palm-down on the glass.
The panel immediately lit up, and through my greatly enhanced sense of touch, I could tell that the surface only looked solid. It was actually punctuated with microscopic holes or wells. Some kind of mechanical or technological process was occurring, which reminded me that I was now, in some part at least, made up of artificial enhancements that could interact with things that would remain inert to my old human body.
I was part machine, now. And it was the machine part that allowed me to continually upgrade my physical and mental properties. I was ‘unnatural,’ but I no longer cared. The part of me that remained me was still inside. I knew who I was.
And now the panel was asking me that very question. Who are you?