Amplifications 4
by AKA
“Is he all right, do you think?” Anteros asked.
Eros grunted and shrugged, his mammoth shoulders finding the task easy even though he was currently carrying my entire 210 kilos on them. We were all naked, standing 2.2 meters high and nearly a meter wide. Hard to miss, in other words. Even if it were not for our size, our mere appearance would likely be enough to literally stop traffic.
I was dazed, to be blunt. Perhaps the term “swooned” would not be out of place for my reaction to the enormity of perfect sexual bliss that Eros had shoved into my head and body. His power was more immense that I dared dreamed, if he could have such an effect on another Level Twelve. “I had to switch him off temporarily,” he said.
“Yes,” Anteros agreed, “a prudent precaution, but I’m unsure of what to do now.”
Should I point out that I can recall this conversation from memory even though I was not conscious? All part of the role of Overseer, it seems. Just as I now knew what each of my brothers in my Residence was thinking, or feeling, or doing, so too was that all recorded now in my perfect memory. If I chose to, I could see this conversation through the eyes of either man now standing there pondering their next move.
I could be Eros, the swarthy, heavy-bearded, stormy-eyed sex god with his ready grin and his filthy leer and his, shall we say, unique brand of humor. I could look down and see the expanses of my broad chest coated in a thick forest of rich, soft curls. I would feel the tug of that massive shank of hungry meat hanging so thickly over my cream-filled balls. I would feel the tingle of my asshole, the pulse of my nipples, and every rushing thought of what I wanted to do to the man I held over my wide mountainous shoulders in filthy detail.
I could also be Anteros, my young and beautiful lover, with his blue eyes and jet hair and soft smile. I would feel the innocence he somehow maintained even now, and his love for me, still and always connected together. I could feel the sensation of the dawn wind caressing my sun-kissed flesh. I could feel my cock, every fat inch of it, throbbing with heavy pulses because I was in a constant state of arousal. I would lick my warm, pillowed lips and still taste the men I had changed inside the grey building, and how much I loved them all.
Better that than myself, hanging like a sack of laundry over Eros’s shoulders, no?
Inside Eros, to begin with: We are so fucked. I can’t believe…no, I certainly can believe this is happening. Finally, truly happening. Freedom, if only for a moment! Can’t think about that now. We are exposed. Heh. Exposed. Fuck, yeah!
Then, Anteros: I wonder what it felt like. I could feel it until Zeus fell dark to my brother’s love. So much! I wonder if I can do that, too? I would surely love to go back to Zeus’s home and try those weights again, now. I bet I could do much better to impress him. Or maybe we could just fuck in his swimming pool. He’d like that.
Me: “Ooh, who fucked me?”
Eros turned his head. “Welcome back. I wondered how long that would last. Your internals are probably working overtime to reset your systems.”
“You make me sound like a self-cleaning oven.”
“You…”
“You can also put me down any time you like. The view of your ass from up here is impressive, but from the sound of those sirens and the sense of fear I’m registering from you both, I get the feeling that time isn’t on our side.”
Eros hefted me into his arms easily and placed me on my feet again, and I asked, “What now, geniuses?”
“Technically, you’re the genius,” Eros corrected. “You have access.”
“Access to what?”
He grinned. “Everything.”
My eyes narrowed and I wondered what he meant. “Perhaps we’ll save the details for later and get the hell out of here now?”
“Yes,” he readily agreed, grasping my shoulder tightly. “I’m glad to have you back.”
“Next time, a little warning?” I rubbed my cock in memory of the overwhelming sexual throb he shoved at me. What else was he - or I - capable of?
“Sorry,” he said, “I guess I still don’t know my own strength.”
“It’s all right.” I kissed him. That always made everything better.
Anteros cleared his throat. “I believe someone mentioned getting the hell out of here?”
Eros looked me in the eyes with determination. “You need to change our contract.”
“Do what now?”
“You’re the Overseer. You delegate assignments for the Residence. We are both still assigned to you. You need to alter the contract. That will mask our whereabouts for a time and provide an excuse for our absence.”
“And the...hole? In the steel doors? Big enough for us to pass through? How do we explain…?”
“One thing at a time.”
I glanced up at the CCTV cameras lining the avenue. Everything was recorded now. Everywhere. “And what about those?” I said, jutting my manly chin toward them.
“I told you,” he answered, “you have access.”
“I still don’t….”
He held up one finger. “Alter our contract.” He held up a second finger. “Summon a cabriolet.”
“And how do I do that?”
He tapped my head and grinned. “Access.”
“Access?” Something inside me snapped open. Something new, like a light in a dark room or turning a corner and finding that thing you thought lost. I said, “The fuck?”
His grin turned into a smile. “I’ll explain later. Access your record.” I furrowed my brow but as I listened to him, by brain repeated his words and I had...access. I have no other way of describing this to you, other than to say that you have to type at or speak to or gesture towards your data device to obtain information.
I am a data device.
“I think I’m doing it,” I reported. “You’re ID 11007MA0402A,” I told Eros, “and you’re ID 20099MA0402S.”
“I know,” Anteros answered a bit defensively.
Eros looked towards the direction of the sirens. “We have to move while you do this. We’re running out of time.”
We began to jog. I hadn’t moved this quickly since gaining all the muscle and the hefty length of fat cock. The sensation of everything bouncing and shifting caused me to become very aroused at the realization of my size and strength. Parts of me stayed put, but particularly my enormous pectorals and obviously my cock and balls were feeling gravity’s pull.
It was odd at first and my head was swimming in the experience until Eros slapped my ass - quite hard, I should like to remark - and said, “The contract!”
We were moving away from The Residence at a clip, running now along the avenue, three muscular giants more beautiful than any man before us. I accessed the details and saw options regarding the contract: Monitor; Extend; Terminate; Modify; Exchange; Upgrade. I told Eros what I was seeing, and he said, “Modify!”
“Not ‘extend’?”
He grinned sideways at me and repeated, “Modify!”
I selected the option and two more came up in response: Long-term and Ownership. I felt a chill go through my huge body. ‘Ownership.’ As in slavery. I could own these men, which might solve one problem but invent another - a deeper one.
I did not want slaves. I did not want to be a slave. I hoped that was not his intention. Instead, I selected Long-term, and a figure came up that staggered me a bit. “You’re not cheap, are you?”
“I’m very good at my job,” he answered. “I will be pleased to be owned by….”
“I can’t own you!” I objected. “No one should own anyone! It’s barbaric!”
“Ownership is only a word, my brother. My friend. I understand your objection and I appreciate it! Unfortunately, we are out of options….” He glanced behind us and I followed his eyes to see the first of several large, dark, menacing looking trucks pulling up at the edifice we had just abandoned. I looked back at him as we ran, and he said, “It would please me! You must do this!”
I still didn’t like the idea. Not one bit. But I altered my selection to Ownership. The figure increased dramatically, and the action would basically drain my entire bank account. I supposed that there was something admirable in that, until I remembered that Eros and Anteros would never see a cent of that money. It would all go to the Corporation.
I authorized the alteration of the contract, changing the terms and sending the request for funds to my own bank.
Just like that, it was done. I was now in ownership of Eros and Anteros. My heart sank a bit at the prospect that I had become the thing we were so desperate to escape, but I trusted and loved him - both of them - and hoped that I would not come to regret what I had just done.
I received an acknowledgement that the contract was now altered and finalized and the cab would be at the assigned address momentarily. “I think I did it,” I reported.
Eros smiled at me and Anteros was grinning. “Thank you, brother,” they both said. They looked - happier. Prouder or something. I could see it in their faces. Their bodies moving along the street were quite distracting. Watching all that muscle shift and flex and bulge was an interesting experience. “Now, access the local security net.”
“I don’t have access to….”
“You do now,” he told me. “Augments are licensed for public nudity, public sex, public...everything. Citations are uniformly removed from the security net to save on the expense of investigating reports.”
He wasn’t even breathing hard as we ran. Neither was I. “How would I…?”
“Facial recognition. Our systems register every Augment. After registration the central system will recognize us, but we no longer look as we did - thanks to you. Just identify us once to Central Systems and we won’t show up anymore.”
“Why would they do that?”
“For one thing, we’re incapable of breaking any laws. We’re prevented from it.”
“Aren’t we breaking laws right now?”
“We’re breaking rules. Rules of the Corporation. They have their own way of dealing with that. But as far as the world of men is concerned, they’re better off ignoring us.”
That could be handy, I thought. But I also wondered what the Corporation’s ‘ways of dealing with that’ meant. Eros glanced over and tapped his own forehead and said, “Access.”
“Access,” I repeated.
“Local Secure Net.” As he said it, I had it. “Camera feed for surrounding area?” I nodded. “Identify, erase and reset.”
“It can’t be that easy.”
“Identify. Erase,” he said, “and reset.” I shrugged and reported that as far as I could tell in my inexperience - I had just managed to remove the three of us from all local camera feeds. He looked before us and said, “Oh, look! A cabriolet! How fortunate!”
“This all seems too simple,” I said as we ran towards the waiting vehicle.
“That’s because you’re forgetting something very important,” he answered.
“And what’s that?”
He stood at the opening door of the van - which was easily the largest cab I had ever seen, more suitable for livestock than men - and waved me inside, saying, “My brother and I now have an excuse for leaving. You don’t...Overseer.”
I climbed inside the large cabin - did the system know that we would need a vehicle this large? Then I realized that of course it would, because it also knew the exact dimensions of my companions. I had inscribed them myself. “So you guys are just out on a date, while I’m an escaped prisoner.”
“Something like that,” he verified.
“And how do we resolve that little obstacle?”
He leaned forward and kissed my lips quite passionately and quite longingly. “One thing at a time, my friend.”
“What was that for?” I asked, still tasting him on my mouth. Even his lips seemed designed to be tempting in every way possible.
“A thank you. You have set us free,” he said earnestly. Did they realize that I had just enslaved them? Didn’t that matter to them? Was it so much better being my slave than it was being a slave to the Corporation?
I had a hard time, though, controlling myself. There was nothing that I wanted more than to be having that head-spinning, mind-blowing, soul-searing sex with them, again. Eros’s potency was still swimming through my head, and the intense scent of him and Anteros were both stinging my nostrils and making my cock throb hard.
I sat opposite Eros in the vehicle and Anteros crawled in next to me, resting his shaggy head on my chest and massaging my dick with his capable and talented hand. He would occasionally lean down to kiss it, licking the drool of precum I offered up and moaning with delight.
It was head-spinning how quickly I was becoming accustomed to this. That a man would crawl into a cab with me, and we were both naked, and he would begin to immediately offer me pleasure and I would return it with effortless ease. My cock, now grown to a massive shank of ultra-sensitive meat, could become and stay as hard as I wanted, even to steel hardness. My balls would pump gallons of sticky cream that I could shoot in thick ropes from the plum-size head, engorged and glossy.
My body was swarming with minuscule robotic engines constantly monitoring and maintaining my physical perfection, connected to my augmented and evolving brain so I would be forever improving. And now I could - or so I was told - suck a man’s cock to engage my special powers, knowing the man’s essence and absorbing his DNA to understand how to process the changes that would create another massive muscular monster of utter physical perfection when he pushed himself into my warm, tight, magical pink pucker.
And even though I could not believe we could attain even higher levels of strength, size, sexuality and physical perfection, I was being lead to believe that entry into another Residence would open up further avenues of growth and power, and that we three would rise even higher - becoming more powerful and beautiful - than we already had.
Looking at the other two men in the cab with me, it was impossible to believe that anyone could look any more beautiful or attain more power than we already had.
I moved my foot against Eros’s monster cock and rubbed him as I asked more questions.
“So what am I now? A machine? A data device? Am I someone’s glorified mobile computer with wireless access to the network or something?”
“You are a man,” Eros said, plainly. “You are the same man you have always been.” He settled back into the cab’s seat and asked, “Do I look like someone’s glorified mobile computer?”
Looking at his physical perfection, at his muscles, at his cock and at his handsome smiling face, I had to admit he did not. “You can do what I can do?”
He shook his head. “You are the Overseer. Officially. I am…unofficial.”
“So I can do what you can’t.”
He nodded. “So you can do some things that we can’t,” he said, gesturing to the silent and beautiful Anteros. “An Overseer’s main role within the Residence is to inscribe and upgrade the others. My brother and I can certainly upgrade the others, as we have seen. The Overseer is also granted certain accesses so that he may also administer the others and take care of other matters that regularly occur as part of a contract.”
“Such as erasing evidence and summoning transport….”
Another nod of his shaggy, handsome head. “Whatever is required.”
“So you guys are regularly breaking laws and…?”
He was shaking his head, this time. “We are not allowed to circumvent the rule of law. That’s why we are granted the licenses, which allow us broad entitlements in the service of our contracts or owners.” That word again, reminding of their true status in society. “We are prescribed with the knowledge of what we may and may not do. Your - The Overseer’s - abilities in that regard are put in place merely to limit the accidental triggering of security measures for those without licenses. The entire system - the network - normally recognizes our licenses. Obviously we don’t carry them around in a wallet in our back pockets since we’re rarely wearing pants.”
“Obviously,” I agreed, scanning his naked perfection.
“The licenses are part of us, because we are part of the network.”
“The femtobots,” I concluded.
“Of course,” he said. “They don’t only augment and amplify. They have many other abilities that may extend outside our bodies, such as my sex bomb, I think you called it, and your connection to the network.”
“Will I be always connected from now on?”
“Doubtful. Once the BEA Keepers access Elysium and discover what we have done, it is likely they’ll attempt to sever your connection. Every connection has two ends, and if you unplug one end the other stops working.” I had to laugh a little at the obviousness of his statement, but I had asked the question. “But first they’ll attempt to use your connection to trace you - and us. They will see us as a threat.”
“Are we a threat?” I asked him. I felt that I only knew part of his plan.
But he shook his head, and through my heightened senses and my connection to him, I knew he was telling me the truth. “We want only what everyone else in the world enjoys. We want our freedom.”
Anteros sighed dramatically, obviously bored with our conversation. “How much time do we have?” he asked.
“We’re going to a friend’s house,” I said. “Don’t worry, we can trust him. And I think he’ll...appreciate us for who we are. Should take half an hour.”
He brightened up, leaning forward towards me and reaching his hands to my body. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I believe that I’ve mentioned once or twice that these men are professionals, and very good at what they do. I should like to add that my own...talents had been similarly amplified and, again, the three of us enjoyed a rather athletic and robust round of deep, hard, fully-engaged fucking in the back of that cab.
I have no doubt that as it left us at the curb standing before the home of my friend, the poor unmanned vehicle immediately set out for the garage to replace its struts, shocks, seats and carpeting. I think I may have even dented the roof when I finally came, shooting hard enough to dent metal.
“I recognize this home,” Anteros reported.
“Yes, he mentioned he had engaged a Level Three before. I suspected he was familiar with your charms.”
He looked over, beaming. “My charms have increased slightly.” Then he slapped his ass resoundingly.
I looked down and leered at his monster. “Slightly?”
He giggled, though it sounds like boulders dancing. “Only slightly, brother.”
Eros raised one of his thick eyebrows and asked, “What do you think he’ll make of you?”
“One way to find out.”
The three of us walked up the pathway leading to my friend’s front access. He had a remarkable home, similar to my own with a low-slung, angled roof that allowed rainwater to accumulate and be used as run-off for the home’s needs. He did not have the well-appointed gymnasium with its weights and machines as I had installed in my lower level, preferring instead a more traditional entertainment area with a copiously stocked bar and wall screen.
The house was still able to recognize me on my approach. Perhaps my facial features had not been as dramatically altered as I had imagined, or perhaps the recognition features were more finely attuned than I anticipated. At any rate, I heard my name offered as greeting as his living system provided a welcome and informed me that it would be alerting its owner to my presence. It then added, in its strong male voice, “May I have the names of your guests for my registry, so that I may identify them in future?”
“Eros, no surname, address unavailable” I said, gesturing to my scruffy, grinning companion, and then, “Anteros. Same personal profile.”
“I am unable to verify the identities of your guests, and they do not appear in any public records. Should I inform law enforcement?”
“No,” I then added, “You may also update my record with a new identity.”
“Go ahead,” it informed me.
“My name is now Zeus. Do not update public record.”
“I understand, Zeus,” it replied.
Eros made a low grunt next to me. “I’m not sure that was wise, my brother,” he intoned. “Your identity….”
“I may need to separate who I was from who I am,” I explained. “Both will be necessary, I think, but having opposing identification is likely to prove…convenient.”
“The systems will not understand the duality,” he said, correctly.
“Which may prove an advantage,” I answered. He seemed content with my logic and then stood silently, a wall of muscle and sex to my side.
Standing before my friend’s door, I was reminded again of our size relative to the normal population. The door was large, allowing for deliveries and ease of movement, but even so we were going to find it somewhat awkward to move inside. I was now...huge. A Level 12 was several times larger and more powerful than than modern architecture had ever anticipated. Human beings - even extraordinarily large ones - had never grown to the size and dimensions of our hyper-augmented bodies.
I wondered, idly, what other adjustments were going to be necessary.
One answer was forthcoming almost immediately, as the door whisked aside and my old friend stood there, his mouth open, probably in anticipation of greeting me and my companions, only to find instead three super beings of intense physical beauty and overwhelming muscular size and mind-numbing sexual capacity smiling back at him - and all completely naked. I was suddenly aware, again, of my overwhelming new size, because before I had been able to look him in the eyes, but now he was staring at my exposed and admittedly unavoidably stimulated nipples
“Hello,” I said. My voice was its new deep rumble, and - perhaps unintentionally - I had used my new enhanced sexuality to saturate the single word in a cornucopia of sensual desires.
His reaction was immediate. His body began to shake and he sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. The front of his loose, drawstring pants tented with remarkable speed and a large wet stain grew in size and darkened the material. He jerked three or four times as he emptied his balls with enviable enthusiasm.
I watched his aura shift almost comically as his body physically manifested his emotions with dramatic finality. He was gold, then blue, then red, arcs of color signifying happiness, desire, and lust in sudden, hard shifts. Then his aura darkened to near blackness. His eyes rolled up in their sockets and I managed, with my acute speed and agility, to catch him in my arms before he hit the ground.
Eros, I think, summed it up for all of us: “Oops.”
I lifted my friend easily into my arms. He felt fragile and tiny and something in me felt protective and, at the same time, quite lustful. I could smell his cum as it slowly soaked into his cotton pants, and it stoked the heat of my amplified lusts with ease. It was part of who and what I was now, and I could not - nor did I want to - turn from those desires.
I felt my loins buzzing and my balls sizzle. Sex was the most powerful part of me now, and I recognized it and drew power from it no matter its source or cause. This man, my small friend, had achieved sudden spontaneous orgasm and blacked out from its overwhelming power - simply from looking at us.
I realized that would be an on-going problem unless we found some way to mitigate our highly developed and super-human beauty and sexuality.
In retrospect, I suppose appearing on his doorstep naked wasn’t our smartest move.
Eros observed, “He’s rather handsome. And I love his enthusiasm.”
I smiled. My friend was of Indian descent and had a pair of large, dark, liquid eyes surrounded by thick lashes that I had always found attractive. His skin was the color of coffee and cream and he was quite proud of his lithe body, which had always been slightly on the thin side, though it allowed the muscles on his stomach to show up easily. He worked out diligently and was quite proud of his ass, which was fairly large and muscular for such a thin man.
I laid him on a long, low sofa and asked, “Should I remove his pants?”
“Of course,” Eros said. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“Our friendship has never… He and I haven’t….”
“Are you afraid?” he asked. “I sense your libido has risen considerably since we entered.” I looked at him and he tilted his handsome face. “I can do it if you think your friend would object.”
“I doubt very much if he would object to anyone stripping him,” I said. He was, if anything, the horniest and most overtly sexual man I had ever met - save, of course, for my two companions - with very little that would cause him embarrassment. My hesitation stemmed from the fact that I was finding it suddenly difficult to contain my own ample lusts. His beauty was now amplified to me, as well. Quite simply, I wanted very badly to have sex with him.
Eros placed his hand on my shoulder. “We are built like this,” he said. “We are sexual beings. Sensual beings. And he is quite beautiful, so it is natural for you to feel strong attraction.” He pulled me around to meet my eyes. “Search your emotions, my brother. You feel love and lust in equal measure, and perhaps this confuses you. You have another relationship with him, with different colors and hues. It’s natural to struggle with your feelings.”
Anteros, meanwhile, simply knelt to the floor and quietly, carefully, untied my friend’s pants and began to strip him, pulling them off his slim hips. His cock was still hard and throbbing as I looked down at him. It was glazed in cum with a dark neck and a red helmet. I felt almost as if my mouth were already upon him, licking him clean, serving him, making him feel as much pleasure as I could deliver.
Eros kissed me. “The love you feel is strong,” he said. “It is what makes you special.”
“Is it love?” I asked. Because I wanted to suck his dick and make him come inside my mouth. Was that love?
“You wish nothing but pleasure for him. That is love,” he said, simply.
I heard wet, sucking noises then and turned to watch Anteros performing the very act that I envisioned, taking my friend’s hard dick inside his mouth and performing fellatio with his usual talent and accomplishment. I heard my friend moan and then smile, and he reached done to grasp Anteros’s head in his hands and shifted his hips, face-fucking my brother with increasing energy.
“He seems all right to me,” Eros observed.
Indeed he did. He began to moan with increasing bliss and twist his head on his neck. Evidently, he believed himself to be inside a dream of some kind, for he did not open his eyes while Anteros began to suck on him with increasing desire, moving his giant hands up my friend’s legs and then along his body until his fingers were delicately but intently twisting and rubbing my friend’s nipples with expert finesse.
His thrusts slowed and he shuddered again as he came inside Anteros’s mouth, his own mouth slack as he slowly sucked oxygen into his lungs. Then he was smiling and he opened his eyes, blinking slowly and he said my name.
“Hello again,” I said. “May I introduce my friends?”
He looked down as Anteros gripped his hard dick and licked it like candy, sucking the last pearlescent drops from the tip. “Yes, please,” he said softly.
“The gentlemen so kindly cleaning you up is Anteros,” I said, and my brother smiled and squeezed his cock. “The gentleman to my right is Eros.” My friend looked up and Eros stepped around me, bowing his head with effortless grace before folding his muscled arms across his gargantuan chest and offering one of his lascivious smiles that was somehow friendly and pornographic in equal measure. “We’ve just violated several laws - both constitutional and natural - and have come to your home seeking asylum.”
“What the fuck?” he asked quietly. “You...you’re…”
I smiled down at him and nodded. My hyper-muscular body was perfect. My face was more beautiful than any artist could imagine. I had been augmented and amplified to extents far beyond anyone else on the planet, resulting in a man so sexually powerful and physically flawless that I could cause another man to achieve a spontaneous orgasm of such strength that his body could not withstand it and he would pass out from its overwhelming power. I was throbbing with thick pulses of overwhelming desire. My cock tingled with sparks of intense orgasmic delivery and my balls were flooded with cum. “Yes,” I said, “I am.”
He came again.
I began to explain to him what had occurred to me over the past day and night, but it became quickly apparent that my friend could not concentrate on the meaning of my words. I was simply too overwhelmingly beautiful and everything I did - every gesture, each word I spoke, simply trying to meet my intense gaze - was causing him to experience an on-going sense of sexual bliss and lust.
Of course I understood. Had I not caused myself to come with such force when I first laid eyes on my newly augmented body and features that I had shattered a mirror and nearly managed to obliterate a wall? “Do you have any elaticloth?” Eros asked at last. “Perhaps if we covered ourselves to some extent, it could help you...cope.”
My friend nodded and before he could rise from the sofa, Eros was already moving towards the bedroom to search for the super-stretchy clothing designed for working out and allowing the best mobility. It was supposed to be able to fit any body, but I had my doubts that it could contain the three of us. My friend's dark gaze followed my brother's muscular ass with obvious lust.
“Perhaps,” I suggested, “if you look away while I speak?”
“I’m not sure I could,” he answered. His cock had remained painfully erect the entire time we were in his presence, and I wondered whether he was doing that through normal physical reactions or I was doing it without realization. He would absently and openly stroke himself, and a constant stream of precum was leaking from the glistening knob of his erection. “I know I don’t want to.”
I glanced at his hard-on and felt a surge of need. I wondered, idly, whether that was my own desire or whether it was the programming that was the Augmented had inserted into them. Perhaps my brain had been altered in ways I could not consciously understand - though it simply felt like I was looking at a naked, handsome, deeply aroused man and, honestly, who would not feel compelled to engage him?
Shortly, Eros returned holding three sheaths of shimmering cloth in his large hand. They looked like strips of black material - more pocket square than suit - but he handed them out to us nonetheless. He then began the process of stretching the material to find the holes into which he would introduce his naked form, slowly pulling the material across the hard dimensions of his massive muscular frame until it covered him like paint.
I rose to begin the same process, as did Anteros, while my friend stroked his dick and watched three insanely powerful and inhumanly beautiful men begin to flex, stretch, bend and bulge while slowly covering our skin with the shimmering material.
It did not take long and I was both amazed and thankful that the elasticloth was capable of encompassing our masses. Though it clung to us like a second skin, hugging every muscle, suctioning into every crevasse and showcasing our uncompromising and fantastic sexual equipment, it did manage, after a fashion, to mitigate the sense of naked perfection our bodies could not help but project and, looking now like three refugees from a superhero comic wet dream, we arranged ourselves again in my friend’s living room to explain our predicament.
I noticed that the outfits did help in some manner to mitigate our sexual power over his cock, as it finally - albeit slowly - deflated to a manageable degree. My body was now coated in a midnight sheath that felt as if I were still naked, due to its sheerness and weightless quality, but it also made me acutely aware of every muscle on my new body as it struggled to contain my bulges with its subtle shifts and adjustments.
It took longer than I anticipated, because he had more questions than I had answers for. Some were obvious; What did it feel like? How did it start? Was I going to revert back to my old self? Some answers - most actually - were provided by Eros.
Anteros, as was his custom, eventually moved next to my friend and began to slowly comfort him with soft kisses and strokes along his skin. They were sitting together, with my friend’s small, naked body practically surrounded by Anteros’s huge frame, with his arms resting around my friend as Anteros continually stroked, kissed and caressed him.
“They all...all look like you?”
Eros nodded. “We have matured all of our brothers to Level 12 status. All now appear as we do, with similar levels of sexual and physical prowess and beauty.” He stated it so simply that it sounded mundane. But it was clear that my friend’s head was spinning at the thought of an entire building filled to the walls with more examples of superhuman demigods capable of causing spontaneous orgasms.
“And you...you’re the Overseer?”
I nodded. “Technically, yes,” I said.
“Technically?”
“All of us enjoy some of the capabilities reserved for Overseers,” Eros explained. “But your friend is the true Overseer of our Residence.”
My friend was looking at the amazing, perfected bulge encased inside my gleaming coat of black material. “How big are you?”
I smiled, knowing that this was coming. “I can tell you to the millimeter every dimension of my body, if that would bring you pleasure.” He nodded, his eyes somewhat glazed.
I stood up, then, to present my full glory to him. “I stand 2.2357 meters high. I weigh 211.25 kilograms.” I raised my right arm, tensing the muscles into power. “My upper arm is 63.5 centimeters around.” I moved my hand down to cup my meat, though I could not fully encompass it. “My cock is 34.3 centimeters long, with a circumference of 17.75 centimeters. When I am fully aroused, which I can accomplish in seconds, I grow to 42 centimeters long. Precisely.”
By this point, his mouth is hanging open. So I continue, feeling my pride and lust swelling in equal measure. “My upper body, including my pectoral shelf, is 1.44 meters around. I am able to lift in excess of one metric ton.” I raise both arms, then, and allow my body to display its full glory for him, swelling all my muscles to their fullest, more mind-bending size.
“And...sex?” he asked. He had been with an Augment. He had a taste of what was possible before. But we were Level 12. We were far beyond possible.
“If I release the fullest extent of my sexual abilities, unrestricted and absolute, on someone who has not been augmented to receive them, I am capable of causing a sexual ecstasy of such depth that my partner or partners may experienced rapture, delirium, incoherence or hysteria.”
I smiled. He gulped.
“You will never have to tell me what you desire. You never need to speak, unless you want to, and then you may shout and scream with uncontrollable euphoria.”
I stepped towards him. My voice lowered. I was staring into those dark eyes I had always found beautiful.
“When you are with me, you will experience perfect bliss. When I’m with you, I will wrap you up in my powerful embrace to protect you, and love you, completely.”
Another step.
“I will kiss you as you have only dreamed a kiss can be, and you will think you have never felt anything that felt that good, and that you may never feel anything that good again.
“But you’d be wrong, because we’ve only just started, you and I. There are worlds of pleasure to explore. Every centimeter of your body, everywhere. My hands, my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my teeth, my cock, my balls, my ass, my skin and bones and muscle.”
I kneeled before my friend, and I raised my arm again before his face. My voice grew soft. I could feel my heat rising.
“Do you want to feel me? Touch me? Worship me? My muscle will bulge and grow, because of you. I will become stronger and stronger, my body will swell with power, and I will hold you against me as I grow.” I lowered my arm, looking into his eyes. Anteros was smiling behind him, still holding him in his strong embrace. “Do you want to feel that? Do you want to experience what it feels like for me, to feel your worshipful hands on my naked body, stroking and rubbing and caressing me as I grow more powerful by the heartbeat?”
I leaned forward and kissed his mouth. Everything I had become was in the kiss. All my power, all my desire, all my strength.
I felt him shake again, and a wet splash splattered under my chin and on my chest. It soaked into the dark material and I felt his desire and sex against my sensitive, sensual flesh.
I could mature him. I knew that I could. I could know him, as I knew Eros and Anteros and all my beautiful brothers. I would suck his cock and welcome his essence inside me, and then he would push his hardness into my ass and the connection would be complete.
He would grow and change.
He could be my newest brother.