Augmentations 16
by AKA
I knew him. I knew him already. When I had matured the old Overseer, he had to instruct me on the method. “You must know me,” he had said before pushing his gargantuan sex tool between my eager lips and pumping a thick, warm tide of his cream inside me. In that way, I knew him, or my body did. Something chemical or procedural, as if he were handing me the blueprints of who and what he was, so that I could manufacture what he would become.
But I already knew 5. I knew him quite intimately. I had changed but he had not, but now I - or, my body and its strange and magical properties - began to process the uniqueness of him, and how I as Overseer could mature him to the next level.
It was more than sex. Much more. Knowing this man, in this deeper and more profound sense, was like being this man. Inhabiting his soul, understanding him intimately, and then to change all that he was, to improve and enhance and...upgrade him.
He was a very different man from The Overseer. This man was made for sex and pleasure. I could feel that. In everything he did - every movement of his hips, every gesture of his hands, every look from his eyes, the way he presented himself, his choice of words and his observations - everything had a single aim, and it was sexual. Pure, unfiltered, unlimited, phenomenal sex.
And I could make him even sexier. Amp up his drive. Amp up his staying power. Amp up how he looked, how he thought, how he processed the observations he made of his partners and how he could use them to create an atmosphere and experience of perfect, absolute physical pleasure.
And stronger. I would make him vastly stronger. I would build his muscles, pump them with power, fill them with fibers and sinews and cables, and feel every millimeter of growth as I grew him. He would be stronger even than me. I could do that. And he would use it to his advantage.
Finally, the source of his sex. His cock. His balls. His ass. My god, what I could do there! But should I do it? Should I create the man that I knew I could? Should I give him everything - all that I was now able to deliver to him? Should I create that man? That perfect sexual being?
I would feel him increasing in size and strength and then, eyes open, kissing his mouth, embracing his naked glorious form, watch him grow more beautiful.
Because I willed it to be so.
I would recreate him as he fucked and kissed and loved me. I was his Overseer and his god. Making him over in my own image.
Level 6.
I felt something inside me, something urging me to stop. That this was the next level for the man I was maturing, the man fucking me, the man I was kissing and into whom I was delivering everything I could. Once connected, now, my body had its own goals and I was the conduit of its power, guiding my progeny according to his blueprint, escorting him along the path of his consummation.
But I did not stop. I did not want to. I grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. He fucked me with a sudden, hard push, shoving himself into the outlet of masculine power and sucking in all the juice that he could. His body welcomed my overwhelming capacity to change him utterly, and we kept going.
He grew quickly. I felt his weight increase on top of me as I grew him. His muscles swelled with size and strength. His cock inside me reached further and grew fatter, pumping his sudden abundance of seed into my body to accelerate and stimulate his development. His mouth was insatiable as he drilled into me like a machine, pumping my tight hole with his hard meat. We tingled and throbbed and ached together. I stretched him taller. I pulled him wider. I made him bigger so that I could pack on the muscle by the pound.
Level 7.
Again, there was a sensation to stop his maturation process, that I was going too far too fast, that this man was not ready for what I was delivering.
I didn’t heed the alarm. I wanted him bigger, stronger, more powerful. I wanted to continue to feel this feeling, the sensation of growth, his power swelling like a muscle pumped beyond its capacity, breaking through the limitations and making him bigger by the second.
I tightened my ass around his thickening tool and felt him pumping his hot, sticky love inside me. It fed me and my power and my desire to make him better than he was, to feel his perfect body swelling with brawn, feel his legs against mine, and his nipples - thicker, fatter, incredibly sensitive - rub against my own, ten times as sensitive as his.
His legs stretched along my own. I felt his arms swelling in my embrace. I held him closer, and he fucked me harder.
Massive, now. Larger even than he had been, and so much more to come. I released more power to his still-growing body and felt him expand by the inch, the muscle clinging to his tall frame now growing at an unbelievable pace. I could feel his weight on top of me and knew that he would be beautiful when I was finished with him. Perhaps more beautiful than me.
Level 8.
Stop. Stop, my body told me. I could almost hear it, some voice in my brain saying that my job was finished. But I would not heed its urging, and kept going.
This was only my second experience maturing another man, but it was vastly different in nature and participation, just as each man I had ever been with intimately was different in his own way. But maturation wasn’t sex. It was both more and less than that.
I had asked the Overseer what it would feel like, and he had called it the ultimate pleasure. I understood him, now, as I was changing this man in radical and miraculous ways, merely because he was with me and we were - together - engaged in his development.
I could feel what 5 felt. I could feel him growing. I could feel the growth not only of 5's body and muscle and cock, but the swollen growth of his intrinsic sexual capabilities, the other things that he had and I did not. The...specializations his unique development had produced, because of what and who he was.
God, this man. This super sexual man. He kissed with fervor and desire. He fucked with requirement and demand and beautiful perfect expertise. Sex. Sex pulsated from him. Sex bathed his skin in heat and ran through his blood. Sex tingled along every hair follicle and sex colored his dark-eyed gaze.
Three levels stronger, now, and he was fucking me with equal parts love and lust. As much as he needed and wanted me, he needed and wanted sex. And those two things, in this process, in these minutes as I grew him stronger and stronger and stronger still, were married in an unending flow of pure, clean, unfiltered drive to completion.
I was sex. I was giving sex to him. More sex. Better sex. Perfect sex.
More, I felt him plead. He was inside me. He was me.
More. Give me more.
So that I may give you more.
More.
Level 9.
Nearly as large as me, now. Nearly as powerful and perfect and beautiful. Taller and broader and thicker. Muscle on top of muscle. A cock to choke a horse. Balls that would swell with cream and pump it like a fountain from his marvel of a prick.
There was a scream inside me. Stop, it was saying. Too far. Turn back. Too much.
But there he was, too. Inside me. With me. Begging for more. Wanting it all. Showing me what he could be, what he could do, what he would become if I gave it all to him, everything I had, and everything he could take.
I kissed him hard. He fucked me harder.
I unleashed myself and he swelled with muscle.
His cock felt like an arm inside me, reaching all the way towards my heart and pumping the wet heat of love and lust inside me. I kissed him and he kissed me. The electricity of our pairing could light a city. I came between us, splattering a fat tide of cream that slicked our skin and heated our bodies.
We were one as I matured him, my power unsurpassed and unstoppable. The kiss and the fuck and now he was perfect.
Level 10.
Another Overseer.
Able to do what I could do, because I gave it to him.
I gave it all to him.
I created the perfect sexual being.
I opened my eyes.
His face made me swoon and cum and embrace him tighter.
“Hello,” he said. I came again. He was a god upon me. Would every man I change gain the same level of sublime male beauty? Could they? He looked like he looked, like he had looked before, but now…
Now…
I came again when he smiled. He kissed me and I came again. He was radiating pure sex. He bathed me in it. He pulled his massive meat from me inch by inch by inch, leaning up and allowing me to look upon the perfection of his form. Muscle, lean and hard and fat with power. Muscle everywhere. Acres of it bulging across his mighty frame.
He shifted his hips and pushed himself to the hilt back inside me. I groaned with pure pleasure and erupted a volcano of cum that shot towards the ceiling.
He looked...more beautiful than I remembered the Overseer being. Maybe because he had been designed to be. That was his job, to be a source of pleasure to those of us in the outside world, so now that beauty that had been his was also magnified, and he looked like the most beautiful man I had ever set eyes on - including myself.
Everything about him was still there. The confidence and forcefulness. That look of certainty in his storm-dark gaze. The sense that this was a MAN, in two-hundred kilometer high capital letters, with all his boldness and assuredness and fucking sexiness intact.
More than intact! Now amplified beyond belief!
What had he told me when we met those few hours ago? “Without limits. Without rules. Without permission.” There was that face that had made me swoon. Now attached to a body of immeasurable power and intense physical beauty that was literally unbelievable had I not been studying him with his cock buried inside my ass.
Was he larger than I was? Could that be possible? And why not? Hadn’t I already taken the notion of impossible and crushed it in my super-strong hand? Hadn’t I fucked impossible into submission and then remade it into a god?
Wasn’t I a god? Were there limits to my powers?
It was as I was contemplating my own unique abilities that the man still plugged into me decided to show off a few of his own.
How had I forgotten what he was already capable of? The kiss at my front door that made me cum? Our visit to the lounge where his mere presence set off an orgasmic explosion? Five levels ago in his maturation, the man had already been able to manipulate other men by a touch, or a gesture, or some other secret, wonderful method that his body could produce.
A wave of intoxicating sexual bliss emanated outward from his cock and enveloped me utterly. He was smiling as he slowly fucked me and released his innate amplified powers into me.
My god. My god. I had never felt anything that even approached this sensation of pure pleasure. Of course this was what he was, now. The Overseer was not built to be a source of sexual pleasure for the ordinary men of the world, but this man was. This man was literally designed to be a sex god, a being of pure and unlimited bliss with capabilities that were already far and above what any ordinary man could do.
And now he was...so much more.
The Overseer was a supercharged power center that could manipulate what was already present and lift it to a higher level. This is what I had done, never thinking of the actual consequences - what that might mean when delivered to a man who had already been powerful enough to make a man cum with a kiss.
Now he was smiling as he slowly fucked me and illustrated in extraordinary and unyielding detail the degree of his new sexual powers. It felt like...like...words fail to describe the magnitude of undiluted physical eroticism I began to experience because he wanted to show me the extent of himself, and what I had given him.
I swooned and squirmed and growled in absolute bliss. My body was inundated from head to toe and everywhere, everywhere in-between with a passionate and unadulterated charge of some new kind of sexual power, one that made every millimeter of my flesh, every follicle of hair, every cell of my formidable body feel total and unlimited pleasure.
He was glowing like a sun when I looked at him. He was smiling as he fucked me and released his sexual potential, amplified and intensified by 1,000 percent. My cock exploded and showered me in my own warm cream.
He leaned down as he fucked me with slow, luxurious strokes and placed his soft warm lips to mine and kissed me with unabashed passion. It was different this time, because he was kissing me, and not kissing the Overseer to complete the circuit of maturation. It was a kiss of love, absolute and unashamed, and he showered me in his sexual power.
I did not want to feel the emptiness that he would leave behind in me once we separated, but he pulled the fat cock we had created for him together out of my steaming hole and stood before me, rising higher and higher, and already comfortable and too fucking sexy in his new skin.
“You do nice work,” he said. Still the sarcastic fuck I had grown to love. His leer, the one that said ‘I’m a sweetheart of a guy’ and ‘I am going to fuck the living shit out of you’ at the same time wound across his new lips. I came again. He was looking down at himself, at his new arms bulging with muscle, at his new chest as large as a house, at his throbbing cock that rose to attention - so high it nearly buried its cum-lacquered helmet between his pecs.
“Did you like that?” he asked me. I could hardly speak, so I simply nodded. A renewed sensation of pure sexual gratification ace from him. “Good. Because that was only a taste of what I can do now.”
He looked at me and winked. I came again. Sexy fucker. Sexy fucking fucker that he was. He leaned over me, his rock-hard cock still moving in and out of my very happy hole, and said, “I think a proper thank you is in order.”
His hands were on my belly and his hips kept pistoning his mammoth and marvelous monster in and out. I could feel him squirting thick pumps of cream inside me. He moved his hands across the rippled masses of muscles lining my stomach and upwards towards the two heavy globes of power mounted on my chest. He paused to flick my nipples with his thumbs, timing it perfectly with a sudden, hard fuck that buried his prick to the base inside me and I gasped and groaned.
These caresses and thrusts and playful teasing were clearly different in nature than when we were solely engaged in the process of making him bigger, and I was reminded again of what he was.
Made for sex. Literally created for it. This was what he did best. This was all he wanted to do. And he was very, very good at it.
His handsome face bent towards mine. His eyes burned with something beyond need or lust or desire, something deeper and larger and uncontrollable. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, softly. “Are you ready for all of me?”
My mouth was open but no words would come. I was shaking, now, with anticipation and craving. The sensuality of the man was coming through in thick waves. Heat overwhelmed me. I was the Overseer. No man was more powerful than I.
He opened his mouth and pressed his lips to mine. He pushed himself - every thick centimeter of his new gargantuan dick - inside me to the balls. His tongue began a wrestling match for domination.
He unleashed himself on me.
It flooded into me. Everything he had, every drop of sexual power, and I was overcome by him. I did not know what else was happening in the room, or even if the room was still there. It was only he and I, now, drowning in the overwhelming sensation of his sensuality and masculine energy.
Did I explode with cum? It’s highly likely something exploded. I may have blacked out - think on that a moment. I was the most powerful being on the planet. Certainly the most powerful, the strongest, the most beautiful and perfect man ever created and I was overwhelmed by him.
This was something beyond sex. Something only gods could imagine and consummate. Something...heavenly. I could not think, at the time. My brain wasn’t capable of overcoming the sensations of pure sexual ecstasy that the man above me was suddenly delivering in perfect, unfiltered glory. All I could do was feel that absolute sensation of flawless, undiluted, all-encompassing sex inundating my superior body.
I cannot relate how long we were together in that perfect consciousness of ideal physical perfection. I could feel everything, every sensation of his body against mine, the feeling of his majestic cock fucking me, his hands caressing and kneading my muscles, his silken, soft, warm skin against mine, the scent of him inside my head and spreading itself all over me like some perfume of sex, and the sight of his handsome face between perfect kisses, smiling with confidence and control, wanting only to provide this overwhelming sense of pleasure to me, and uplift me to the pinnacle of perfect physical bliss.
That sensation slowly ebbed as our lovemaking came to an end. Even this was done with consummate skill, so I wasn’t left feeling alone or separate. He withdrew that sensation of supersex from our coupling before ending our physical relationship.
He loved me utterly. As I loved him.
He lifted himself from my body, coated in sweat and looking as if he were made of metal. I felt him pulling himself free of my ass and it felt as if he owned a meter-long prick that had filled me up entirely. Once he had withdrawn himself, I looked at his cock and realized that it was not a meter long - but it wasn’t far short.
I mean, fuck, how was he supposed to operate with a tool that large? It was...absurd. Certainly it seemed impractical to me. I had never seen a cock so large, and I wondered that it was able to enter me at all.
I had also never encountered a cock that seemed, to my eye, so perfect. Certainly it was massive, preposterous even, but it was also easily the most attractive prick and the purest sense of masculine power that I had ever seen. It was something to honor, to praise, to exalt and to worship. It was god’s prick.
He grinned at my expression and ran his grip up the slick, wet surface of his monster, and I saw that its girth was at least as amazing and shocking as its length. His hand made a wet, slurping noise as it travelled the length of his cock and then he rubbed the head with the palm of his hand. It was as large as a plum.
He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the remnants of our extended fuck off his palm and fingers, allowing a deep rumbling moan of pleasure from his mammoth chest.
Fuck, this man loved sex.
He then did something that was both ludicrous and completely understandable. He lowered his mouth towards the tip of his majestic cock, holding its massive circumference in one hand as his other teased and plucked at one of his fat nipples and he reverently kissed himself, pushing his warm lips to the spongey head and licking the eye of some of its copious pre-cum, pulling it inside his mouth and swallowing it down.
Oh, fuck.
“How do you feel?” I managed to ask him. My voice was gruff and drained of power after the onslaught of sex he had unleashed upon me. I was left feeling both drained and energized. And I wanted more.
“Like I want to fuck the entire planet.” He looked like he could do exactly that, stroking his awesome prick with a head-spinning self-confidence as it continued to drool a steady stream of warm honey, highly perfumed with an intensely masculine musk.
I smiled, because I knew what he meant. “Start with him,” I said, nodding at 4.
The third among us was dumbstruck. At some point during the maturation he had evidently exploded with cum, because his body was smeared with shiny drops and long strings of white cream and he was holding his impressive joint in his right hand, and a gurgle of cum was still slowly emerging from the eye. His eyes looked slightly glazed, but then he smiled and whispered, very quietly, “That was awesome.”
I laughed because I had to. It was awesome, to be sure, but the understatement was hilarious.
I got up and realized that 5 - or, 10, now (I really would need to name these two) was as tall as I was. Perhaps I had reached some upper limit, or perhaps the human body could not be matured farther than this. At least...not yet. In size and shape and perfection of our developed bodies, we were very close in measurement, at least by my eye. I was sure that either one of us was beautiful enough to cause havoc wherever we went, but both of us together would be too much for anyone to take.
4 was stunned, but not so stunned that he did not immediately offer himself to 10 and say, “You must know me.” The same thing The Overseer had said to me. The ceremony, I supposed, that they all needed to perform.
10 nodded solemnly and dropped to his knees. He reached forward and took hold of 4’s erect prick with a kind of reverence or love, and then he opened his mouth and sucked the other man inside.
I watched 4’s eyes roll up in his head and I realized he had cum, probably exploding with enough force to rupture any condom put to the test. My god, I was so much larger than him, now, and so was 10. Watching the enormous man service the smaller man made me grow instantly horny. Whomever had designed this method of maturation must assuredly have fucking loved watching two men together.
I pondered it, now, as my companions prepared each other. I could not wait to watch 4 inflate with muscle and become another beautiful godling, swollen with power and saturated with sex. But I admired this process, now, having been on both ends of it.
Receiving your maturation by fucking the Overseer. At first that seemed backwards to me. Shouldn’t I be on the receiving end? Shouldn’t I be sucking his cock? Or feeling his mammoth appendage shoving itself into me to deliver the source of his power?
Now having been an Overseer, and maturing two men, I could see the perfection of the act. As the source of power, I would need to deliver it. Not with the copious flow of my seed, but by allowing another inside me, becoming one with them, and completing the circuit with the most loving of all gestures - the kiss.
It was fucking perfect.
10 gulped down 4’s copious load with happy guzzling sounds. He grabbed on and sucked that prick for every drop, perhaps determined to be able to give everything and then some back. His hands kneaded the muscular flesh of 4’s lovely ass, and his large fingers teased and nuzzled the smaller man’s hole with an eager, obvious hunger.
He sucked 4’s cock for a good five minutes, or so it seemed, before releasing the other man’s erection from his beautiful mouth, rising to his full height and capturing 4 into his strong, firm arms, cradling him with pure and undisguised love.
“I will mature you,” he said softly. His cock has managed at last to relax, to some extent, and was now simply a thick, lengthy snake projected from his loins. It remained an amazing illustration of his masculine perfection, with a lovely long neck and a fat, plump head cowled in a soft collar of skin with its wet mouth peaking from the foreskin.
He carried 4 into my bedroom and they lay down together on the huge bed. 10 was incredibly massive from every angle, and looked even larger next to the small man in his arms. They looked into each others’ eyes and kissed softly, and then 10 said, “Fuck me,” and 4 smiled with utter bliss.
10 moved onto his back, grabbed his own ankles and spread himself open. 4 moved into place, positioning his hard cock at the entrance to heaven, where he would connect with the pure source of masculine power and begin to swell with sex and muscle.
As I stood beside the bed watching them, I realized that this was my first experience witnessing the maturation process. Certainly I had been matured. I had matured others, now. I had even seen 4 spontaneously upgrade in my apartment earlier, without the aid of an Overseer’s magical ass.
But I had not been afforded this luxury - to watch as one godlike man make his lover grow into the perfect vision of superhuman masculine perfection.
4 caressed the muscled ass before him. He circled the entry with the drooling tip of his swollen majesty, teasing his companion before entering the heavenly gates. The room was filled up with the scent of 10. It bathed us both in his cloud of perfect sex, and he moaned a deep growl of need. He had to have 4’s cock inside him.
I watched 10’s masterful prick inflate to its ultimate extents, again, with remarkable speed. It swelled along his muscles, growing veins and incredible thickness, the helmet blooming like a rosebud as it emerged from the heavy cowl of his ample foreskin, until it was slowly throbbing and bobbing at the lower edge of his pectoral globes, steadily drooling clear honey over his silky skin and glazing his dark nipples like melting chocolate.
It was a clear and obvious physical manifestation of the internal heat of his need and desire. He was anxious to plump his companion to the same massive proportions of his glorious and perfect cock, and he was fully prepared and capable of doing just that.
I wondered, idly, what 4 would become? Another man like 10? A super-sexual being with capabilities for pleasure that could make a sane man crazy? Something different? Something better? I thought about him, how we had met in that dark lounge, his sense of innocence and wonder when I introduced him to using free weights, his pure pleasure when he stood outside in the constant rain and felt the sensual bliss of the warm water on his naked skin.
How he had changed on his own. Without an Overseer.
And what did that mean?
I was stroking myself as I watched these two begin the process. It was fantastically sexual and mind-bendingly amazing. Men could do this, now. This was the world I was living in. Pure tingles of sexual bliss erupted along every millimeter of my monster as I slowly caressed its perfection.
It was time.