A new short story: Übermensch

[V.R.Goh]

As usual, constructive criticisms are appreciated. No growth yet, but bare with me.
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Part 1

When I look back on the past few years, I realize how far I’ve come. I had no clue that something like this could happen to me. I knew that one person could affect the world, but not quite like this. I think the best way to describe the past few years is to start from the beginning.

Ten years ago, when I was in college, I got a notice from the RD (Resident Director) that I was getting a new roommate. Since my old roommate, Jared moved off-campus with his girlfriend, there was an open spot for someone to move in. He told me that my new roommate’s name was Franz Wagner, an exchange student from a German town called Halle. He’s studying biology and was very active in sports back in Germany. Needless to say, I pictured him with a muscular physique. That was all that I knew about him before he moved in.

One day, after a long day of classes, I came in to my dorm to find evidence that the mysterious Franz had moved in. The second bed was made as if a military cadet had done it, while a computer was set up on the desk opposite mine. It seemed like basic no-frills set-up, nothing out of the ordinary. I turned around, about to head to the cafeteria for dinner when what first appeared to be a wall of muscle stood in the doorway.

[V.R.Goh]

Here's a bit more.
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Part 2

A second glance revealed this “wall” to be the largest, most muscular man that I have ever seen in my life. Standing about six feet six inches tall, he had to weigh at least 300 pounds of dense muscle. His football-shaped traps gave him a bull neck, while his delts were bigger than beach balls and hard as boulders. Speaking of boulders, his arms had to be close to, if not more than, thirty inches around, with biceps the size of melons and triceps the size of a Clydesdale’s horseshoe. His massive pecs were rippling slabs of grade A beef that seemed to fight with his white T-shirt for freedom. Beneath this sizable shelf of steel-like sinew were a set of eight-pack abs that could take a bullet like it was nothing. His narrow waist made his shoulders and cobra-hood lats look even wider. His legs alone were bigger around than my waist, while his calves looked as hard as diamonds. Each muscle was ripped to shreds and accented by viridian veins that carried life-nourishing blood to the muscles they served. In addition to his monstrously muscular physique, he was inhumanly handsome. His squared jaw, high cheekbones, and piercing stare could make him millions as a male model. I didn't think it was at all possible for any mortal man to be so huge, so muscular, and so achingly handsome.

“You must be my new roommate,” he said with a distinct German accent as he held out a meaty paw. “I am Franz.”

“Um, nice to meet you, Franz,” I responded as I shook his hand. “I’m Kevin.” His grip was firm, but not bone-crushing. Although he probably could’ve broken every bone in my hand with a single squeeze, his handshake did convey the power he contained. He walked into our dorm and took stock of my appearance. Now, I’m average height at around 5’9” with a swimmer’s build, but I looked anorexic next to him. If he weren’t six feet away from me, I would swear he had that body thanks to computer imaging.

“So,” he said, snapping me out of my reverie, “you probably have a lot of questions about me. What do you want to know?”

“Well,” I began, “the first question is rather obvious. Have you always been that huge? I mean, people probably think you did massive amounts of steroids to get that big and ripped.”

“Well,” he said, “my size is quite a story. You see, my father was a geneticist with the German government. He was looking for a way to create a person who was genetically superior to all others. By manipulating human DNA, he hoped to create what the government called an übermensch.” I recognized the word “übermensch” immediately, even though I didn’t speak a lot of German. It means “superman” or “overman.”

“The goal of his experiment,” Franz continued, “involved creating a genetic retro-virus that could alter the DNA of a person and imprint its code into the person. The retro-virus was created by reverse-engineering the HIV virus, then changing certain protein markers. Studies have shown that it can, not only heal a person of life-threatening diseases, but also strengthen the immune system considerably. What this means is that a person with this virus can never again succumb to deadly illnesses like AIDS or cancer.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “It sounds to me like your father created a panacea. Am I correct in assuming that you were the first human test subject?”

“Yes,” he answered. “As I read his notes, I came to understand what was going to happen to me. As I grew older, I grew faster than the other boys. I also was much stronger than I should have been for a boy of my age. I could run faster, jump higher, and lift more weights than anyone I knew. When I turned 18, I was already the strongest person in my town, possibly in all of Germany.”

“I’m curious about something,” I said. “You said that the virus was reverse-engineered from HIV. Is it possible that, like HIV, it can spread through fluid contact?”

“I believe so,” Franz answered. “As we both know, HIV spreads through contact with infected blood, pre-ejaculatory fluid, sperm, and breast milk. It is possible that my father’s formula is spread the same way.”

“I hope we’re right, Franz,” I said. Then, I had an idea. “Franz, what’s your blood type?”

“O negative,” he said. “Why do you ask?”

“I just got an idea that could improve the world in a big way,” I said with a smile one my face.

[muscl4life]

I know the obvious similiarities between this story and my "Übermen" saga, and frankly I really don't mind, quite the contrary I think it's thrilling! Just like we've learned that Superman and Hulk don't actually "live" in the same universes (unless their publishers want to make some extra money or another fan decides to ignore such detail ), we all can accept that Übermen and übermensch are not in the same space/time coordinates

I think this story is actually very good, the option for a short lengthed tale might strengthen its particular details and features, which is very exciting.

So, i hope you enjoy this new world while I still work on my Überteen finale.

Congratulations

[nj.]

Haven't read the story, but I find the title a bit unfortunate, to put it nicely...

[V.R.Goh]

Just for the record, I didn't intend any copyright infringement with this story. This story is similar to Uberteen in some unintentional ways. Muscl4life, that is what I had in mind when I wrote it. My story is to the Hulk what yours is to Superman: some similarities but in two completely different worlds.

Now that the legal mumbo-jumbo is over with, on with the story.
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Part 3

It was a crazy idea, but one that could work. My plan had four parts. First, Franz would donate blood to various blood banks and the Red Cross. Second, he would donate sperm to the local fertility clinics, in the hopes that someone would impregnate themselves with his super-sperm. Third, he would have as much sex as possible. Since he had the face of an angel with the body of a Greek god, he could have anyone he wanted. The final step would happen when one of his partners started exhibiting signs of the muscle-building formula. Once the changes were complete, we would instruct them to perform all four steps, thereby spreading around what we have started calling the Überjuice.

“It’s a fantastic idea,” Franz said in an excited tone. “In fact, it is exactly why my father used the HIV virus for the formula. By turning me into, how you say, Patient Zero, he hoped to help improve the world. But, I have a suggestion.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Well,” he continued, “people may not believe that what I can do is true. They will need results that they can see. In other words, I want you to be our first subject.”

“Me?” I exclaimed, flabbergasted. “I would love to, but how?”

“You could, how you say, suck my penis,” he said, struggling to find the words in English. It came as a shock. This genetically-blessed individual wants me to suck his dick, to drink his cum, and be his partner in saving the world. Good thing I’m bi, I thought.

“Okay, then,” I said. “Let’s do this.” He closed and locked the door as I lowered the blinds. When all was ready, he quickly stripped down to his birthday suit. In no time at all, his tree-trunk thighs, diamond-hard calves, and colossal cock were exposed to the open air. I couldn’t get his godcock into my mouth fast enough. His superhuman dick, which measured a foot long soft, filled with blood to become an 18 inch spear of pure sexual power. I took as much of it into my mouth as possible, but there was still about a foot of it left. Franz tilted my head up far enough to line my mouth with my esophagus.

“Relax,” he said, his breath heavy with lust, “try to swallow it.” I took his suggestion as I pulled more and more of his cock down my throat.

“I forgot to tell you,” he said, “that I have done this before. I have had numerous sexual partners before I came to America. They have been both male and female, so I know how it feels to have another man in this position. Keep going, mein freund. You’re doing fine.” I continued to swallow, pulling him deeper and deeper. With each thrust of his hips, he forced himself down my gullet. Soon all eighteen inches of his member was in my mouth. I closed my eyes and grabbed his muscular ass with both hands, sucking like there was no tomorrow. The muscle god in front of me kept thrusting in and out, grunting and yelling obscenities in English and German. After a minute of ministrations, he let out a loud roar as he came into my stomach. The pure bliss I felt caused me to cum like never before. I drowned for a moment in the sexual nirvana that surrounded me. My world spun like a top as I blacked out.

[V.R.Goh]

Here's another tidbit for you readers. I'm thinking of creating a continuous version of this story that picks up where this one leaves off. Let me know what you think. If you wish to start a seed chapter of this idea, fell free.
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Part 4

As I came to a few hours later, Franz was lounging on his bed and watching me. When I looked over to him, he smiled a smile that would weaken my knees if I were standing.

“Good, you’re awake,” he said, relieved. “You had me worried at first, but I can see you’re all right. By the way, you should look in the mirror.” I wondered what he meant by that as I stood up from my bed and turned towards the full-length mirror on our door.

There in the mirror stood a pulchritudinous paragon of mega-muscular masculinity. Veins protruded from beneath his skin in just the right places to make him look more imposing without looking too freakish. The rippling sinews beneath his skin were swollen with ultimate power and strength. A wiggle of his fingers caused the cords of muscle in his forearms to dance madly, while the simple act of breathing made him look intimidating. Each muscle stood out in bold relief, seemingly carved from marble by a master. His sheer size could dwarf the largest linebacker while his virtual lack of body fat could shame a seasoned bodybuilder with no effort. His abdominal muscles were more shredded in a relaxed state than a gymnast’s abs when flexed. Without a doubt, the man I saw in the mirror was physically superior to every human male that has ever walked the earth.

Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks. This superhuman being, this male specimen who re-defines the word “man” in every way, was me. I couldn’t believe it at first. I raised my arms until they were parallel to the ground. The man in the mirror did the same. I bent my elbows, flexing a front double biceps. The godlike being followed suit, displaying arms that made a bodybuilder’s guns look like peashooters by comparison. I put my hands behind my head and tightened my abs. The super-male did the same, causing his abs to become even more shredded then they were, if such a thing were possible. I lowered my arms to my sides and performed a most-muscular. The man mimicked my movements. I gasped as each striation leaped into focus. I felt a familiar firmness in my groin as the Adonis displayed a monster tool that measured eighteen inches long and a thick as a beer can. His cock practically begged to be sucked. It was completely unreal! This godlike body was mine. I was positively beside myself.

“Unbelievable!” I exclaimed. “It’s all real. I can’t believe that this is real! Franz, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“I know how, mein freund,” he said. “Help me save the world.”

[philat99]

a pulchritudinous paragon of mega-muscular masculinity

You had to think long and hard to come up with this one. I'm enjoying your story, although I'm not used to such short bursts. Keep up the good work!
Mike

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by philat99

You had to think long and hard to come up with this one. I'm enjoying your story, although I'm not used to such short bursts. Keep up the good work!
Mike

Nah, he probably paid (a lot) to Merriam-Webster (or perhaps Oxford) to purposefully come up with "pulchritudinous."

[tagsnola]

... on people over 30.

[V.R.Goh]

Originally Posted by TheMM

Nah, he probably paid (a lot) to Merriam-Webster (or perhaps Oxford) to purposefully come up with "pulchritudinous."

It was (a lot) cheaper than you think. I found it on thesaurus.reference.com as a synonym for handsome. There are so many times you can use one single word (e.g. sexy) before it becomes annoying.

[V.R.Goh]

Here's the conclusion.

I know it's not very fleshed out, which is why I'm thinking of turning the first chapter into a seed chapter in the continuous section. Thoughts? Anyway, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Enjoy.

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Epilogue

After my transformation from man to superman, we immediately started on Operation: Transhuman, as I called it. We donated blood to both blood banks in the area every six months. We also went to the local sperm bank and made a deposit every four months. Ever since my transformation, girls and gay men have been attracted to me like moths to a flame. Every one of them wanted us to fuck them. We were all too happy to oblige. Just for the record, I wouldn’t recommend that anyone just sleep around like that. Well, not without seeing me or Franz first for an “inoculation,” if you catch my meaning.

As more and more people were transformed on our campus, it became evident to us that we would soon have to venture off-campus. Fortunately, that was also taken care of. Since we told all of our partners to spread the genetic wealth, the Überjuice had already left the campus. Within a few short months, reports of genetically superior beings began to crop up all over North America and Europe. The epicenters of these emergences seemed to be the German town of Halle and a small four-year college in the American Midwest. Some resistance movements arose, claiming these new beings to be anything from government test subjects to terrorists to demons in human form. Still others saw them as either angels, the next stage in evolution, or gods made flesh.

In a single year, what reporters started calling the “Transhuman Virus,” or THV, had spread all over the world. For a brief moment, some tried to seek a cure. However, logic showed them that the “virus” was, in fact, the cure to end all cures. Those who became “infected” with THV never contracted any illness after the initial exposure. Not only that, but they were also superior in every way to their counterparts.

During the THV “outbreak,” we began getting calls from hospitals. Apparently, word had gotten around about two college students that could eradicate diseases with a simple blood transfusion. Since my blood type is O negative like Franz, we were in high demand. Every month, one of us would visit a hospital and give an ailing patient a pint of our curative blood. Some people would even ask us to drink our cum in clandestine deals. During this time, the THV was spreading, eliminating malaria in South America, AIDS in Africa, and a host of other deadly diseases around the world. In three short years, every person on the planet had THV. Mankind was saved from the ravages of diseases.

Unfortunately, with the end of diseases came the end of the medical and pharmaceutical industries. Doctors, nurses, pharmacists, and all those in those industries now found their jobs obsolete. It took some time for these displaced workers to find new jobs. Fortunately, they had a lot of time due to another side effect of the THV. Apparently, THV also triples the average human lifespan. In another two years, the former doctors and such were hired on in different jobs.

Many other aspects of life changed drastically since the change. Construction workers could lift materials like steel girders without the use of heavy machinery. Demolition crews went from twenty men to just one. The weights that Olympic powerlifters had to struggle to lift could now be hoisted by the average teenager. It created an interesting paradox. Now that everyone is superstrong, no one is.

Ultimately, Dr. Wagner’s dream came true. Mankind will no longer suffer from diseases, and the next stage in evolution has been reached. What will the future bring for humanity? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.