Augmentations 15
by AKA
“You must become the Overseer,” the perfect, huge, beautiful man told me.
“I thought you were the Overseer.”
“You have surpassed me. You have matured me. An Overseer cannot be matured.”
“Can’t we both be Overseers?”
He shook his head. “No. There is only one Overseer in the Residence.” My body was tingling, though I assumed it was post-sex bliss. We had fucked each other like no one else had ever been fucked. Everything felt good, but when he asked me, “Can you feel it?” I knew he meant something more.
We stood before the elevator doors, as they opened with a polite whoosh. I felt supremely alive, exuberantly so, as if my heart would swell out of my chest and my soul was alight and my cock was going to explode, hard as steel and thick as my arm. “I feel something.”
He motioned for me to precede him inside the small compartment - or so it seemed to me now. Before, the two of us had fit inside its generous proportions quite easily, but we had each grown so much larger and heavier that the small room shook as we boarded. adjusting its hydraulics to accommodate our bulk and muscle. “You are converting.”
“I am?” I looked down at myself, but all I saw were huge pecs with fat nips hanging off the edge of each wide globe of perfect brawn. My cock was humming, too, or throbbing with a constancy that made it feel as if I were being sucked, stroked and fucked at the same time.
He nodded as the room began to hum with movement. “You must claim your progeny. I am no longer the Overseer of this Residence. You will proclaim ascendency and mark your men when we emerge.”
“And how, exactly, will that...holy shit.” I whispered the last two words as I felt something inside me shift. I felt my balls not just tingle, but practically tremor and shake as if a live wire had been applied to them. My cock’s constant thrumming was growing even stronger, and a kind of electrical circuit seemed to emanate from it and run along my body into every muscle, along my limbs and to the tips of my fingers.
We both fell silent as we stood together, the ex-Overseer and I, inside the elevator that descended - or perhaps it ascended, for I was never quite sure where the Hearth was - from where we had been when he had changed me, and then I had changed him, into the superhuman sex machines we were now.
It was difficult to understand how big I was, or he was, because there had been no one else to compare ourselves with when we were alone together. I knew how much bigger he had been than I was before he matured me, and then how much bigger I had become than he had been before I changed him.
Now we were twin sons of the god of sex and power. Mammoth, gargantuan towers of muscle and cock, overwhelmed with strength and saturated with beauty. I wondered, idly, whether the room that we would emerge into once the elevator doors open would spontaneously erupt with fountains of hot cum exploding from every naked cock simply because of our new perfection. Were we emanating waves of that powerful sexuality that he had owned even before we had been matured, and now which I was sure we were both leaking like a fog that surrounded our magnificence?
The elevator hummed and throbbed as it moved, just like I did, but all I could feel was him. His presence. His power. His sex. He was standing beside my own immense form - our heads were now nearly touching the ceiling of the large compartment, and we could barely fit side by side inside its brushed metal walls, and perhaps our combined weight was also taxing the legal limits of the elevator’s capacity - and I could feel the heat of his power and sex pouring from him as if he had been doused in lava made from our own copious loads of creamy cum.
My intention was to find the two companions who had started my evolutionary path as a kind of gift, perhaps unknowing that I would become the being that I was now, something so vast in my power to alter another man and so strong and huge that no other man could compare with me - save for the man that stood beside me now, the man I had changed myself into the being that was almost too beautiful to behold with mortal eyes.
The humming fell in pitch as we approached the Residence. I expected to find it much unchanged since I had been here only a couple of hours ago; dozens of naked men of various states of perfected development engaging in every act of sex imaginable, brought to a screeching halt by the appearance of the two of us, now matured to a level of masculine power and beauty that had never even been dreamed of before.
My cock swelled and arched in anticipation. My balls drooped with the load of cum I started to produce, and swelled outward like balloons. My muscles burned and sang and bulged with the uncompromising level of strength they now possessed. I felt myself heat up, prepared and primed to begin maturing every single man I encountered, completing the physical circuit between us that would allow my body to change their body into a mirrored likeness of my own supreme perfection.
“We are here,” my companion announced. I nearly came hearing the sound of his voice. So much power. Too much?
The doors whispered open and revealed the room before us. Something had happened, for now all the men within the large space were standing and facing us as we stepped forward and stood before them.
They were naked and perfect. They were looking at us with a kind of reverence or expectation. Had they known we were coming? Was there some silent communication happening that I was unaware of? Had they known what and who was going to step forward from the elevator?
They were beautiful. So many men, in every shade of skin, with every color eye, and every color hair. Dark and light, smooth and furry, tall and short, lithe and muscular. And to a man, on every one of their gorgeous naked bodies, a cock standing at attention and throbbing with every beat of every heart.
Oddly, I envied them. They were seeing what I had seen in the mirror. They were seeing me, and I knew how beautiful I was. I felt a surge of something inside me, as if my heart were inflating or my soul was catching fire. Everything grew hot, and a feeling of sublime sexual gratification flooded through every cell of my giant frame.
He looked toward me. “You are becoming.”
“I….”
Suddenly, my cock throbbed hard, nearly staggering me, and inflated to its full perfected magnificence. I shot a fat fountain of cream from my huge meaty prick before I had time to think, so overwhelmed I was with the sea of male perfection arrayed before me. I neither touched nor stroked myself, I simply exploded with a heavy dose of hot cum that flew from my cock as if I had experienced a sudden, uncontrollable orgasm.
My fountain of cream emerged in a thick rope that arched high above them and splattered on several of the men like a consecration, my unstoppable glorification of their overwhelming masculine grandeur. A blessing of sorts, unspoken but given freely and with love in the most basic of my abilities to convey.
What did I look like as I stood there before them, my body swollen with power, each huge muscle so keenly defined and perfectly developed, my monstrous cock suddenly surging and swelling and thrusting its load toward them of its own volition, as I looked out upon their beauty in utter invincible supremacy? I head myself cum, a wet sound as my wealth of cream was pumped from the mouth of my towering, majestic prick.
I came again, because I had to. So many men, so much beauty, so much power. I could cum at will and shower them with my approval and love in a very physical manifestation, giving them the essence of what I was, now.
They moaned and cooed in absolute pleasure. I came again and again, standing before them with my majestic and powerful cock swollen to its absolute glory, pumping fat gouts of rich, thick, creamy fundament, the consummate distillate of my male splendor.
I was a god, now. I was giving my seed - my essence - to all my children.
The Overseer said, “You have matured to your full potential.”
I continued to come. I smiled, because I knew instinctively what he meant. I watched my thick spray splatter and splash against the naked skin of the men before me. They licked it from themselves and each other like milk.
“This is your final maturation. Your gift to us. The men in your care and safekeeping. You pay tribute to us and distinguish us as your own, now. You supersede my term and become my Overseer.” Then he strode down the short flight of stairs and stood amongst them, and I turned towards him and slathered his broad, beautiful chest in a thick spray of my warm, thick cream.
I was the new Overseer. This was my announcement of superiority and ascendency. The purest sign of my dominance over all the men before me - including the old Overseer who I was replacing.
You are now mine, I was proclaiming - or, rather, my cock was doing so for me. Not possessions, but progeny, scions to my power, the fruit of my loins, the heirs to the kingdom I would bring to the world.
My body was responding to something I was not even aware of, some primal force that connected me to these beautiful men, some power that allowed me to show them how I loved them through a very physical act I could not control, and did not wish to.
I was in heaven. I came and came, pumping veritable gallons of cream from my swollen balls and showering the men before me in my ultimate masculine essence - and they welcomed me fully as their leader, moving forward to receive my blessing.
Then, finally, I saw amongst them my two companions, the men who brought me to this pinnacle of power, the two who welcomed me into their secret world and then promoted me to this - their god and king. I felt a renewed surge of love for them and I experienced a veritable explosion of cum. It blasted from my cock with surprising force and in such a copious gush that it is a wonder my cock did not split open from the onslaught.
“Come to me,” I said to them. They would be the first I would change, the first of hundreds, the first to rise to the ascendant heights of man that would surpass all who came before us.
They did so, mounting the steps as my cock continued in its seemingly inexorable release of thick, warm, powerful cream.
They were beautiful to me, so much more beautiful than before. Was I looking at them with new eyes? Had they changed, or was it just my own maturation that had changed how I saw them now? Was this what being the Overseer meant? I wanted to do everything for them, make them bigger, stronger, sexier, better. I wanted to fuck them and I wanted them to fuck me. We would share all that we were with each other, and emerge from that coupling even more perfect.
They came up the steps to me and I kissed them. I loved them. They were mine.
I would give them everything. And unleash them on the world.
As I marked each man with my seemingly boundless source of manly seed, they bowed their head to me and silently proclaimed me their new maker. I was neither master nor commander, but I would raise them up and mature them with my power. It was innate to me, now, part of who I was, what I had become. I knew that instinctively now that I had ascended to Overseer. My body was changed.
I was changed.
And I could change them as I had been changed.
Level nine? Level ten? What level was I now? Had I simply surpassed all former levels and become something beyond what had been designed, or even foreseen? What would happen to these men after I was done with them? How powerful would this Residence become?
I took the hands of these men in my own. We walked then down into the sea of naked perfection together and I allowed them to worship and adore me. Hands, mouths, kisses and caresses. A touch on my erect cock and I would deliver a fresh pump of hot cream for them to swallow. I was now head and shoulders above them all, save the old Overseer who was watching my passing with pride evident on his achingly handsome face.
I moved to the center of the throng and my body was honored for the god of sex and muscle that I had become. Mouths surrounded my prick, sucking and kissing and licking as I delivered freely of my bounty. Hands on the muscled mounds of my ass, squeezing, kneading, touching, rubbing. Fingers pressing in-between the steely mountains to seek the wet warmth of my hole, the source of maturation and the place where all around me longed to be. Connected to me, so that I could give them what they needed to grow, to mature, to become so much more than they already were.
This did not feel or seem alien to me, now. It was what I was, and here amongst them I was coming into my new position of ultimate power, the man who could and would gift any and all of them with power, with muscle, with cock. I was the Overseer. These were my children.
I ached to discover the secrets still held within the accidental creation of me.
I had never before or since felt the level of pure bliss that I did in those moments, surrounded by these men with the knowledge of what they wanted, and what I could do, and that it would happen again and again as I was with them and matured them. All the perfected levels of man around me, like presents waiting to be opened to see what was inside them.
They were beautiful, yes, but I would perfect them. I would take them into my arms, surround them with my power, allow them to plug into the source of ultimate and unsurpassed male perfection and as we kissed and fucked, together as one, I would feel them growing, feel their weight increase as muscle was packed onto their expanding frames and I watched their faces change, improve, refine until they were as I was, possessing godlike beauty that would make any other man who looked upon us explode with a sudden uncontrolled orgasmic spasm of pure desire and lust.
Just to look upon us.
“You will be matured,” I told 5, still near my glory, bathing in the perfection of my true self.
“Yes, Overseer,” he answered.
I looked at 4, speaking with my super sexualized voice, so powerful and dominating that it could cause roomfuls of men to spontaneously pump fat streams of cream inside their pants with a single word passed between my full, soft, sensuous lips. “You will be matured.”
“Yes, Overseer,” he answered, happily.
My cock wouldn’t stop - couldn’t stop - until all the men were mine. 4 and 5 stood beside me as I completed my ascendency and acceptance of my new role and its responsibilities and powers. I was the Overseer of this Residence. These were my men, to mature, to love, to guide, to fuck.
I kissed my companions and my cock exploded again. I came like a fountain, showering cream upon the multitude until each had been marked and accepted my leadership. I was the supreme Alpha male, not because I was the biggest, the strongest, the most powerful or the most beautiful. I was all of those things, undeniably. None could compare with what I had become, what the Overseer had created in me, and what I had created in myself.
I was the Alpha male because I loved these men, and I would mature them to a level unsurpassed. We would fuck each other until all were beyond imagining in their own strength, beauty and perfection.
I rose from the tangle of naked masculine beauty, rising higher and higher, spreading the full awesome width of my upper body, pushing my arms to swollen glory and unfolding the wings of my lats like the wings of a Phoenix. “Come with me,” I told my companions.
They nodded agreement, pulling themselves from the writhing mass of sexually super-heated men and we three mounted the steps reentered the elevator to go back to the Overseer’s - my - rooms.
After the doors closed, and we stood there for a moment, 5 (always the more talkative of the two) asked, “What does it feel like?”
I looked down towards him. I was at least 50 centimeters taller than he was, now. My sense of size and power was magnified. I saw the multitude of emotions emanating from him like a rainbow, pulsating colors of excitement and love and lust that centered on me. “You’ll know soon enough,” I answered.
“You’re going to mature me?”
“As far as I can,” I answered. “An equal to me.”
“Is that possible?”
I shrugged, rubbing my thickly muscled shoulders against the cold metal walls. “We’ll find out together.” I put my hand behind his warm neck and kissed his hungry mouth. “And then you’ll mature him,” I said, softly, and looked at 4.
“Me?” the smaller man asked. I loved him so deeply. I had seen him change for me, and now I wanted to watch it happen again.
“Yes,” I said.
5 started to object. “But you are the Overseer. Only you….”
“I am the Overseer,” I said. “I make the rules.” I kissed him again. Hands were on my body. Hands touching my ass and my cock and my chest and my legs and my belly. Hands caressing and rubbing and grasping and petting. Hands everywhere. My body heated up again, preparing itself for what was to come, for its true purpose and my new, special power.
The doors opened and we could hardly escape the small compartment fast enough. Sex was all we could think about. Sex with each other, hard cocks and hot buttholes and lips and tongues everywhere we could put them. Sucking on each other, feeling our cocks swell and surge and pump out fat eruptions of sticky cum in thick fountains all over each other.
My cock swelled to magnificence again, throbbing with hard pulses and ready to explode. “Fuck me,” I told 5. “I will complete you.”
5 and I fell with a thud like an earthquake. Maybe the whole building shook. I was on my back and he was above me, a feral and hungry look in his eyes and a wicked smile on his soft, talented lips. His cock was drooling and pumped hard with hot blood, visibly throbbing with the beats of his animal heart. He took my legs and pulled me open and dipped his shaggy head down to eat my ass. He lapped and licked and spat on my hole, slicking up the chute that was already warm and wet and eager to be fucked by his monster.
I moaned in ecstatic bliss, built for this, now, and wanting nothing else but this forever. I felt myself prepared for him, this powerful body ready to change him, to recognize him and accept him and prepare him and then remake him into his newer, better, bigger self.
I would make him glorious with muscle. I would welcome him into the realm of the gods as he entered me and then I would kiss him and feel him jet his powerful cream inside me and I make him grow. I’d make his muscles swell and his cock lengthen and his whole body would grow heavier, taller, wider and impossibly beautiful.
He placed himself at the entry to my heavenly portal and plugged himself in. I came a huge sea of cream that splattered onto my belly and chest and neck and mouth. He slid himself onto my monumental body and kissed me, hard and full and eager for what was to come.
I shook as my power was released into him. I shook as my body opened itself to his and we became one and I began to mature him.