Augmentations 13
by AKA
We moved immediately to the biggest bed I’d ever seen. He wanted me to fuck him. I wanted to fuck him. There was no need for either of us to contend with the other - we were equals, now, or at least of one mind about what we both wanted.
Was I still in command of him? I suppose I could’ve tested myself and my power against his, debased him or ordered him to do something that would demean his stature as Alpha Male, but I was never that kind of guy.
My interest in my status as amplified superman wasn’t really about overpowering anyone. Earlier, in the Residence, I was testing my limits. And he was the most obvious - in fact, the lone - target that posed any sort of challenge to me. Why not take my new body out for a test drive? Push the pedal all the way to the floor and see what this baby could do?
And then there he was, the titan in the room, bigger than anyone, better than anyone, standing up to me pound for pound and pushing me harder and harder to become...whatever I was becoming.
Would I have given in to him? Why not? I mean, one look at this man and anyone else would’ve willingly gone with him and done his bidding. Just to spend a moment in his presence, to be able to gaze upon his face and body, to feel the pure masculine power of him penetrating one’s skin with its heat and hardness. What could be better than that?
But I could stand up to him. We could stand up to each other. It made me feel...amazing. It made me feel as if I could compete on equal footing with someone like him, if only for a night.
And then I had won him. Like a prize or a trophy.
And then what?
Would I want to despoil his perfection? Would I want to tarnish his shine, make him less than he was, when he was all that I wanted?
I had won. Contest over.
And now we were together.
As I crawled atop him, he wrapped one of his thickly muscled legs about me, pinning my bulk to his. He kissed my mouth, sending cascades of sensual bliss throughout my body. I could feel the heat and hardness of his massive cock against me, and his arms were steel bands lined with silk that crushed me in a most agreeable fashion.
I ground my prick into the rock-hard muscles of his tremendous frame. My cock was pulsing and throbbing and a hot slick of pre-cum was now flowing out in a constant stream, sealing us together with sticky honey.
His other leg was around me. I was locked inside his muscled embrace, and everywhere our skin touched - which was everywhere - that luxuriant profusion of sensual sensations shook my new, massive body to its core.
I was a little scared of him. If it felt this good just being with him, kissing him, feeling his naked flesh and powerful muscles pressing against me, what would it feel like to enter him and approach orgasm? Would I simply explode, like my cock wanted to, and send everything I had and everything I was through the tip of my prick into his perfect form? Would I light up like a sun and burn away? Would I simply go mad from pleasure and sink into some blackness I could never escape from?
Frankly, I couldn’t give a fuck. I wanted him, and he wanted me.
His hands caressed my flesh. I grabbed his hair and pulled, which made him kiss me harder. He liked a little manhandling, after all. And you know what they say about bottoms - they’re the ones in charge the whole time.
He was playing me like a violin, I was a Stradivarius and he was fucking Paganini. Did I still command him when he was doing exactly what I wanted without question? Did he command me, because I was doing exactly what he wanted? Did command matter anymore?
We fell into a perfect rhythm, all prelude to the crescendo of our naked concert, and every note, every movement, every nuance was beautiful.
I arched my back as he pushed those talented fingers inside me, and he discovered with his other hand that my nipples were superbly sensitive. I kissed his mouth and showed him that I was his equal in that department, hungry for his lips and twisting a dance of tongues that made both our cocks squirt happily.
Things got more athletic. He was rubbing his leg along mine, grabbing hold of a thick slab of lat muscle, and we tumbled sideways.
Separated for a moment, he moved like a viper and plunged his mouth onto my prick to swallow me whole. I gasped and shuddered as he sucked on me with finesse and able expertise. I pushed myself into his face and grabbed on, pistoning my hips to the wet, slurping sounds of a man who wouldn’t gag on a broomstick shoved down to his belly.
He moaned with pleasure and I wanted his cock in my mouth, wondering if I could manage the monster. I struggled to 69 us together, but my bossy bottom would have none of it. I was his playtoy, now, and my cock was for his use alone.
It felt like I was coming. It felt like I was shooting thick ropes of hot cream down his throat, but I could not tell truth from fantasy anymore. He grabbed my ass and pulled my crotch into his handsome face, in a non-stop suck fest that made me think I was somehow feeding him oxygen through my prick. The man was insatiable, and did not come up for air until he was satisfied.
My cock sprang from his mouth and he looked up at my face, smiling evilly. “You’re ready,” he told me.
Ready for what? Shit, I was born fucking ready.
My cock was slick with spit and pre. It glistened like some glowing popsicle, made of fire instead of ice, and he lay back onto the bed, grabbed onto his ankles and pulled himself wide open for me, splitting his legs apart as easily as pulling a drumstick from a well-cooked chicken. It shocked me at first, watching this muscular man so easily open himself to me.
So, flexible as well as strong - that would certainly prove handy.
I watched the mounds of muscle stretch and pull as he so easily spread himself like a feast before me. What else could I do except dig in?
I fucking love to rim a hole. Fucking. Love. It. And here was a hole literally built for rimming.
I licked him in small laps, like ice cream on a cone. I moved my hands along his mile-long legs, feeling the muscle and sweat. He smelled ripe and powerful, and I lapped up his asshole and taint and balls, coating him in a thick glaze of spit, preparing him for my intrusion.
He fucking loved it. He started to glow with incandescence, and sharp flares of red sprang up as his passion built. I watched his cock spurt a glaze of pre-cum on his abs and chest. It swelled and throbbed and spit like a cobra, gushing a heavy dose of his juices across the muscled expanse of his incredible torso.
His scent. That scent. Nothing else like it in the world. Nothing would ever compare to him. At his core, I was diving into the heart of his masculine energy, and it was pumping out the pure, unfiltered essence of man by the bucket.
I pushed my tongue inside his butt to taste his earthy tang. I pried his tightness open and lapped him up, and I think he whimpered with need. I teased and prodded and drove him mad with desire for my cock, watching his massive body squirm and cry for it.
I slid from the bed, standing on the floor and physically yanked him to me, positioning my red hot poker at his backdoor and rubbed myself against him.
He could feel the heat of me, and the hardness, and the size. He squirted again, and his breath was short and ragged. Fuck, he wanted me. He wanted my cock more than he had ever wanted anything. His desire for me came through in hard waves that struck my libido and made me squirt in unison with him.
We were together in this heat. Roused into a passion of perfect sexual unison, two men equal to the task of the most perfect fuck in the world.
I pulled his ass onto my cock, like a condom made of manmeat. My body swelled with muscle for the task. I wanted to use him, not service him. I wanted his ass around my fat prick and then I would fuck him like no one had ever fucked this flawless, massive, beautiful man, making him remember me inside him forever. Wanting me there forever.
He was fucking heavy! Jesus, the man was truly made of stone or steel, but I pulled him physically with my amplified strength and seated him on my cock. All the way in, sword to the hilt.
Immediately, I was overcome with sexual bliss. I groaned and my eyes rolled back and my head lolled on my powerful neck and everything, everything, everything felt good.
He groaned as well. I felt him moving, seating himself fully on me, welcoming me inside and tightening himself around me, as if we had been designed to fulfill this single function and, now met, had completed a circuit that was feeding each of us an insane current of constant, unending, overwhelming euphoria.
I was trembling with the power of us. And then I moved, pulling my fat prick from his heat in an achingly slow fuck that sent earthquake rumbles along the length of my 5-ton cock and made me unload liters of cream into his guts.
I felt his body tense up. Every muscle suddenly flexed. He could feel it too. The intensity of the fuck was insane. I felt like I was coming constantly as I slowly - very, very slowly - withdrew my weapon from his hot hole and then, when I could withstand the sensations of sex no longer, I shoved myself home again.
A flood emerged from my cock inside him. His cock suddenly exploded with a fat gout of thick whiteness. He groaned and moved his large hands into the wealth of his release and spread it over his perfect skin. It glazed his muscles in sex, and he lifted his hand to his mouth and lacquered his full, soft lips with cum before licking it off.
My body shook with the power of my ejaculation. And I started the action again. Slowly - slowly - pulling myself along the warm, tight heat of his body, feeling the irrational and inconceivable level of delirious sexual volume build and build and build.
And then I fucked him, shoving my cock deep inside him, and came again.
So did he. His cock swelled and hardened and released another fat spray from its gaping mouth, showering his magnificent body in enough hot cream to feed a varsity football team. It arced above him and splattered on the thick globes of his chest, clinging to his skin and nipples before slowly sinking into the centimeters-deep valley between his pecs. He gathered it again in his fingers and sucked it off, moaning deeply.
I remained seated inside his ass as my cock finished its latest powerful orgasm.
Then I started again. The slow withdrawal. The powerful cascade of sexual rapture gripping every millimeter of my huge prick as it traveled along his hot, wet chute, then pushing myself in with a sudden, powerful thrust that sent both of us into uncontrolled spasms of orgasmic release. I felt myself jet ropes of cum inside him as I watched his hard-on spit fat eruptions so copious that it glazed his immense body in a sea of his cream.
He met my gaze as I was seated deeply inside him. He licked his lips as they parted, and he pulled air inside his overheated body. “Harder,” he said.
I smiled and thought, 'All right.'
I fucked him harder. Now I was pulling him into me as I pushed myself into him. Two sweaty, big-dicked, supercharged muscle beasts. The slow withdrawals and sudden thrusts turned into a steady rhythm of hard fucks, slamming my massive meat into his tight hole.
The heat of sex grew even stronger. Cum was pumping from my cock in constant fountains. It slicked up his tight tube and splashed against me, squeezed from him by the size and hardness of my pistoning prick.
A glaze of cream coated his body as his own cock acted in kind, and we fucked and came together as I held his legs in my hand and used his massive body as my personal fucktoy, my thrusts growing faster and harder as the heat grew higher and higher.
I was already cumming, already achieving orgasm with every thrust, but something else was building. I could feel it. Something huge. Something powerful.
I could feel it. Building not in me, and not in him, but in us - together.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I fucked him harder. He was groaning, shouting, crying out. His cock splattered hot cream everywhere. His body shook the room as I slammed into him, fucking his entire muscled body, physically pushing and pulling on him as my prick slammed into his tight, hot ass.
We were in a frenzy of sex. The pleasure was intense, and getting stronger. My muscles sang and stung as I manhandled his huge body and impaled him on my mammoth cock. I was flooding him with cream, pumping in an almost unbroken stream, now.
Was this part of my amplifications? Did being the most powerful man mean the most powerful orgasm, the most powerful balls, the most powerful cum? I wasn’t in control of that, my body had taken over, succumbing to the joining of him and I, and the sheer unlimited passion of the fuck.
His ass was doing its utmost to hold me inside him, too. He had some insane, and probably augmented, capability to make it feel like a kind of mouth, sucking my dick as I came, fucking his ass, sliding in and out of his tight heat, and I had never felt this good in my life.
He was coming as constantly as I. The copious load his body was able to release was awesome to see. His cock, fat and hard and thick, was shooting geysers of cream that splattered all over his amazing muscular body, frosting him in sex. His cock would plump and darken and swell and launch its hot, sticky load in a thick, splattering fountain that smelled like he did - the essential power of man.
It was as if I had found his ‘on’ switch. I couldn’t have turned him off if I wanted to - and I didn’t want to, I wanted this. I needed this. My new body was over-pumped with male power and more than ready now to have its way with whomever it encountered. I was primed for the epic fuck. My cock was rock hard, my balls were on overdrive and my whole body was sizzling with sex.
If my brain was having a hard time processing this, my body was loving it.
Every pump into his hole was accompanied by a thick pump of cream. I was a machine - a literal fuck machine. I watched myself slide in and out of his pink pucker as gushing surges of cum splashed out against me. My cock was throbbing with bliss. My balls felt like lead weights. Every muscle on my body was plump with power and saturated with strength.
He lifted his head and looked at me. I was holding his ankles in my grip and spreading him open for my pleasure. “Kiss me,” he begged. His voice was ragged and needful.
I released his legs and he held them in position with effortless muscle control as I bent towards him, keeping my hips thrusting and my cock pumping his hole. I slid across his cum-coated skin and felt the heat of his cream squirting between us. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Pump, pump, pump. His body was shifting under me as I fucked him hard, and our lips inched nearer.
Heat. Sex. Power. Building and building.
What was happening? What was going to happen?
Did sparks fly as our mouths came near? Was literal electricity humming in a current between us, or was it that his emanations of pure male sex had grown so strong that I could feel it before we even touched? His body was hard as steel and smooth as silk. I was plugged in to the heart of masculine beauty and perfect sexual bliss. My cock was a raging torrent of power, throwing off shocking ragged flows of my amplified virility like coruscating bolts of pure male energy, shoving the core of my overwhelming and irresistible mighty strength into the heart of the most beautiful and perfect man I had ever beheld.
We connected.
Mouth to mouth. Cock to ass. Circuit complete.
How could I have known what would happen? Should I have suspected what my companions had in mind when I released them? Could I have foreseen the consequences of my actions, the steps involved in the culmination of their plan, and how I had been so easily lead to this point? This perfect meeting between the ultimate expression of male perfection and the man who could release even an Overseer?
The first jolt was like nothing I had ever experienced. Even within the heat of our epic fuck, my constant orgasmic release and his overwhelmed body suddenly freed of constraints and regulations. I had dominion. Ultimate dominion. What had 5 told me when given my options? “Supremacy and ascendancy of power beyond imagining. The surging paragon of ultimate and unlimited muscle. You will feel your body growing in strength more ardent and irresistible than you have ever dreamed.”
Power. Strength. Yes. And why? Why me?
“A gift.”
Then also, my companion’s ascension to Level 4 status. “That’s not possible,” the Overseer said. Not possible without him. Mistakes happen, though, don’t they? Sometimes cogs don’t fit the machine, and sometimes they fit perfectly.
Evolution is a tricky bitch when you start playing with her building blocks.
Perhaps they knew me better than I knew myself - had the bond played a part, delivering something to 4 that I could otherwise keep hidden? And perhaps he had known from the start, but that was hard to imagine.
Nothing of these thoughts or memories occurred to me as my body was assailed with the Overseer’s maturation process. A built-in mechanism. A power only he possessed.
We connected. Circuit complete.
I shook with sudden and overwhelming energy. No pain, this time, only pleasure. Not like the machine, which had primed me for this, and opened me up for its installation. I felt his arms surround me. So strong, so thick, so hard. His wealth of hot cream slipped between us. I shoved my cum inside him. He kissed me, twisting his tongue around mine.
Fuck. I exploded. It felt like everything was coming out of my cock. Everything I was. Everything I had become. And even as I released it inside him, he gave it back to me - redoubled in power and swollen in size.
It made me kiss him harder. It made me cum harder. I pushed inside him and I started to experience the biggest, longest, most intense orgasmic release that anyone, probably, has ever had.
Fuck, I came. I came buckets. I was shooting a geyser inside him.
He held onto me as I changed. I could feel it, like heat and sex and power. My whole body lit up. Bliss beyond bliss. Becoming something more. Something better. Something bigger.
No one was there to witness my becoming. No one saw my body swelling again. No one stood by the two naked men fucking on the bed as one began to change the other, and the other began to grow even larger than his companion.
Power. Pure, clean, perfect, uncontrollable power flowed into me. My muscles grew. My strength grew. My body grew. I felt his arms trying to hold onto me as I inflated with muscle. I felt my cock growing thicker and longer inside him.
I kissed him. I fucked him. We were joined. I was matured.
Level 8? Level 9? Where was I going? What would I be? Larger even than him? More beautiful? More powerful?
The jolts of pure power continued to inflate me. Bigger and bigger. More mighty and capable of anything. Anything I desired. Anything anyone desired.
Unleashed potential.
Perfection.
I honestly have no idea how long it took. I don’t know how long we were together. A few minutes? An hour? A moment? One perfect moment within an unending and uncontrollable sexually flawless connection. Simultaneous delivery of incomparable power. Mine into him, his into me.
Was this what we were heading towards all along? Was this the next step? Was God taking a hand, was nature ready for the next plateau, was mankind reaching a new plain of perfection and I - and he - we were the platform to raise all of us up?
I cannot say. I still don’t know.
It went on and on. He and I, locked together in that perfect moment of pure male power. I was growing. Growing in size and strength and power. Swollen with it. Expanding and bulging, tumescent with everything masculine and muscular and sexual and carnal.
I wanted to see. I wanted to watch. Him and me, together, growing.
I pulled reluctantly from the kiss but kept my hips thrusting my hard prick deeply inside him. He came and I came and I stood over him, and saw him growing. I looked down at my own body and saw it swelling, changing, bulging with even more muscle.
‘Impossible,’ I thought to myself. My chest was swelling forward. My shoulders piling higher with mass. My heavy arms grew heavier still. My point of view was shifting as my whole body was rising to contain the added mass.
I fucked him as I grew, slow and steady. Every pump bought fresh power for my growing body. He groaned and growled in ecstatic bliss. I felt myself pumping cream inside his guts and watched his gun shooting fat blasts of cum with every forceful shove of my 30 centimeter 10-ton cock inside his tight, hot hole.
The sensation began to diminish, as all things must. I had touched perfection and come away changed. I was coming down from the peak with the tablets in my hands. I had been sitting beneath the Bodhi tree and achieved nirvana. My body was swarming with the power of the Overseer.
I pulled myself from him, luxuriating in the sensation of his ass trying to hold all of me inside because he was not finished with me. I broke the bond. I watched his body shift, and grow more relaxed but no less impressively hard. The circuit was broken and I had become more than I was - more than anyone had ever been before.
His cock stopped fountaining that unending source of refinement and evolution. My cock stopped pumping thick, sticky cream from my celestial balls to drive the engines of change and began, finally, to grow limp between my gargantuan legs. I looked upon his face and saw what we had done.
What did a Level 9 look like? Like this man. Undoubtedly.
What did a Level 10 look like? Only I could answer that question.
“Supremacy and ascendancy of power beyond imagining. The surging paragon of ultimate and unlimited muscle. You will feel your body growing in strength more ardent and irresistible than you have ever dreamed.” 5’s words echoing in my head again as I finally straightened fully to my towering majesty.
I was at least as large as he was, now, this giant man spread before me. He was smiling and his eyes were closed. Probably he had to regenerate or something after the maturation cycle. I couldn’t imagine that expending that much energy was easy, although hadn’t I just done the same thing and now felt more powerful than ever? Maybe the transfer was what did it - I had absorbed his power and grown from it, but his body was compensating for all it had been asked to do.
I stroked myself. My cock was still slick with cum and the juices from inside him, and it was warm and meaty. Hard shocks of pleasure shook me along every millimeter of its new impressive length. I gasped, unprepared for it, and realized that if I wanted to I could start all over again, plumping the monster to full glory and plugging into his perfect tightness, experiencing even more of all he had to offer.
But I needed to see myself. I needed to know what I was, now. I felt as if my muscles were going to burst through the tight, elastic skin holding them in. I looked down at my right arm and twisted my hand around, watching the bulges and cables flex and strain in beautiful harmonious perfection. I tightened my fingers into a fist and realized that my forearm was now at least as large as my upper arm had been - and it was now monumental.
Sweat coated my skin. I felt hot, as if I had been pulled from a furnace, freshly created from the pure refined metal of absolute masculine perfection. There was no mold that had made me, I was my own creation, and no one before me had reached this level.
I turned reluctantly from his beauty in search of a place to behold my own magnificence. I wondered, idly, if any mirror would do justice to how I felt. Could my body reflect the supreme sense of power I was feeling? Had I changed so much outwardly, to evidence the inward changes I could feel coursing through me?
So much power. So much strength. Almost overwhelming.
It was a large space, though not larger than my own home. Would I ever go back there, I wondered? Would I see my old friends, visit my old stomping grounds, walk the streets of this city looking as I do now without stopping traffic dead and causing hysterical masturbatory riots? Would I wear clothing, deigning to cover up even a millimeter of my perfection and beauty?
The space that held the workout equipment had one wall covered in a single, unbroken mirrored surface. I approached it with a touch of trepidation. Looking down at myself, I was prepared for what I expected to see.
Muscle, certainly, and no end of it. I was enormous everywhere, and all the muscle was bulging outward from my body like a roadmap of brawn. My chest was so large I could hardly see over it. My shoulders reared up in my peripheral vision. My arms were overwhelmed with fat wedges and balls of hard meat.
I stepped before the mirrored wall with my eyes closed, wanting to experience all that I was now in a sudden, all-encompassing view.
I took a deep breath. I felt my heart beating hard. Blood surged through me like lava. My cock throbbed and tingled.
I opened my eyes.