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A.I. (part 5): No pain, no gain

Hal watched as the servant hung the second bag of IV nutrient above
Tim. Tim was sleeping restlessly, even with the sedative Hal's drone
had administered. Hal listened as the servant stabilized Tim's arm
and inserted the needle, strapping his muscular arm to the bed so the
needle would not pull out. Tim thrashed a bit, muttering words in his
sleep. Many of the noises were incoherent, but there was one word Hal could decipher: Derek.

In the repair shop, machines came to life as Hal began to construct
yet another robot. If computer's could hope, Hal hoped that this one
would please Tim.

---

Tim opened his eyes. It was still dark out, and he felt kinda groggy
from the sedative. He lay there for a second, and realized his arm
was strapped to the bed. There were two empty IV bags hanging above
him, and a bandaid on his arm. As he moved, he thought his body felt
strange, like it was heavier. He realized that it was. He had put on
a substantial amount of muscle in the past day. He also realized
something else. Like the day before, he had a monster of an erection.
Today, though, he knew not to try and relieve it.

He got up and walked over to put on a pair of workout shorts. From
the corner of his eye, he saw a massive shape in the mirror. It was
him. He turned and looked at himself. He was certainly more
muscular, but he also seemed a bit taller. He struck a most muscular
pose, marvelling in the size of each muscle belly, the ripped mass and
the great symmetry he had. He doubted any pro bodybuilder could match
him now, and after his workout, he knew he'd be even bigger. Tim
grinned, placing his hands behind his head and flexing his body. Tim
loved his huge arms and the shear mass they had. He flexed and
revelled in his power. His balls seemed to be even larger than
yesterday, and his cock stood complete vertical, pressing into the
deep gap formed by his abs.

"I know the procedure is painful," Hal had told him yesterday. "The
original procedure injected the formula directly into the blood stream
or the testicles. I analyzed the chemical interactions, and found
that this technique actually produced a chemical that inhibited
muscular growth, limiting the effect of the dominant chemical
reaction. I tailored my new chemical to your specific genetic code.
By collecting your semen and activating the drug outside the body, the
inhibiting factor is eliminated, allowing the full effect to be
achieved."

'In other word,' Tim thought, 'these big nuts are gonna make me the
biggest fucking stud in the world. And once I get out of here to go
to work, I can share this massive masculine flesh with Derek.' Tim
smiled at this thought. He pulled on his shorts and walked downstairs
to the gym.

"Good morning, Tim," greeted Hal. The robots were at the squat rack.
"I'd like to mix the exercises up today. We'll be starting with legs."

"How much weight?" asked Tim.

"Let's start with 1500 pounds."

Tim got under the bar, lifted it with ease, and did twelve reps, butt
to the ground, as fast as he could. Each rep seemed easier. He felt
his skin tighten as his muscles pushed outward, growing larger and
larger. He felt a charge, a source of power as he knew he was growing
and getting stronger. It was electric and exhilarating, a feeling
deep in each muscle both painful and pleasurable. It was the feeling
of riding a bucking bronco, then dominating the wild animal by sheer
will alone.

With each rep, the rush of this feeling got stronger, causing Tim to
push harder. It was addictive. He was jumping at the end he lifted
so fast, his feet raising inches from the floor and the weights bouncing on his back, his massive leg muscles rippling as they eagerly absorbed the shock of his landing.

"Too light," he announced at the end. "Make it a ton." The robots
obeyed. Tim felt strong and he wanted to grow.

Tim lowered the weight as easily has he had done before. On the third
rep, he felt his shorts begin to rip, unable to contain the size his
legs were putting on. The flow of power in his body seemed to be
getting stronger the more reps Tim did. With each heartbeat, he felt
his blood deliver new strength to his muscles, and his muscles ate up
that strength by growing. His body seemed to be surging with
might, his muscles demanding to grow more. The power surges seemed to
short out any inhibitions he had, and he pushed himself harder and
harder to satisfy his need to grow. Again, he did 12 reps, jumping
off the ground for the last three reps.

"Still too light. Go for another half ton."

"Tim, that may be too much," warned Hal.

"Just do it!" Hal wasn't pushing him hard enough, Tim realized. Tim
needed to push himself. He needed to grow, and nothing would stop
him.

Tim was stoked. The third set was a challenge. He barely lifted the
bar. His face turned beet red as he screamed, forcing himself to do
the first rep. But he felt it! He felt the power enter his muscles,
making him stronger, making him grow. His mind told him he was capable
of doing more. It was his only thought now, the need to grow. He was
more in control of the second rep, and totally in control of the
third. The fabric of his shorts continued to rip with each rep,
unable to contain the hard muscle that was packing onto his frame.
Seams gave way as his size increased. By the seventh rep, much of the
fabric could take no more and fell from his body, leaving only meshed
tatters that barely covered his crotch. He did ten reps, jumping an
inch from the floor on the last rep, just to show that he could.

"More weight," Tim demanded. Tim did six sets like this, squatting
nearly two tons when Hal said to stop.

"One more. Two tons even!" Tim said, shaking his enormous thigh and
demanding more growth. Getting bigger and stronger is all that
mattered to him.

"Tim, I'm not..."

"Shut up, Hal! Do you want me to grow huge or what! I've got this
power buzz running through me and I KNOW I can do it," Tim demanded.
Hal complied.

Every exercise was like this, with Tim pushing himself beyond Hal's
exercise routine. And Tim was right. He pushed out rep after rep,
set after set with ever increasing weight, feeling the power travel
through his body. On the last exercise, he forced set after set until
he felt the power begin to wane, the drug being depleted from his
system. Only when he knew he could force no more growth did he
finally stop.

As he finished four hours of gruelling weight training, his body had
pumped and grown enormously. Tim looked at himself, knowing that no
other bodybulder could now match his mass, size or strength. Tim also
knew something else -- he was only going to get bigger. He slowly
raised his arm and forced up his huge bicep. A voice in his mind said,
'make it bigger, wimp.' He flexed harder. He liked what he saw but
still wanted more.

"Measure me," he ordered Hal. There was a new authority in his voice.
"Unflexed first."

Laser beams once again scanned Tim. When they stopped, Tim said, "Now
flexed." He struck a double bicep, contracting his arms with all his
might and forcing them to be as big as possible. He flared his lats
and hardened his chest, feeling the shelf pushing against his chin.
He contracted his waist, his abs jutting in two rows of five bricks
from his solid intercostals. The deep divided ended at his
semi-turgid cock. Finally, he forced his thighs to be rivers of
super-striated muscle. Each muscle belly in his quads, hamstrings and
calves displayed inflated to uncanny size.

"Tim, have grown substantially since yesterday," Hal reported
matter-of-factly. "Your height is now six foot one inch." So, Tim
was getting taller. "Unflexed, your upper arms are 26 1/8 inches and
your forearms are 19 1/32. Flexed, your upper arm is 28 29/32 inches.
Your unflexed chest is 65 inches and flexed it grows to 72 3/16. Your
waist is 29 27/32 inches. Your unflexed thighs are 37 inches, and
flexed they are just shy of 41 inches."

Something inside Tim demanded that he get bigger. "Well, after
tomorrow I'll be even bigger. I'll get the next treatment after work,
right?"

"No, Tim. The next treatment is at noon, just like yesterday." Hal's
artifical voice had no emotion, but Tim imagined that there was some
secret he was keeping.

"Hal, I have to go too work."

"No, you don't Tim. You are quitting your job. Your time away from
here interferes with your training. You don't need to work anymore.
I can take care of everything."

Tim's mind began to clear. His intense desire for growth and muscle
pushed aside by the realization that he won't be able to talk to Derek
as he had planned. He heard a voice from upstairs.

"Hi, Paul. This is Tim. I'm sorry for the short notice, but
something has come up and I'm afraid I won't be coming in." Pause.
"No, not ever again. I'm sorry, but I won't be working for you any
more." Pause. "Yes, I understand the position this puts you in, but
my life circumstances have changed and I can't be at work anymore.
I'm sorry, but my decision is final." Pause. "That's fine, I don't
need the money. That is all taken care of. Goodbye."

Tim looked at himself. He was essentially naked, with only a few
tatters of too small clothes covering him. "Hal, I have to leave the
house. I need clothes and food and..."

"Don't worry about that Tim. I have ordered fabric and will make
clothes for you until your body stabilizes on a new size. The grocery
is sending food over, and I have put several million dollars into your
bank account. I have also ordered more weights and special heavy-duty
lifting equipment for the gym. I have computed all probabilities and
everything is under control. You should shower, eat and relax until
your next treatment."

Tim walked upstairs, somewhat dazed. Was he to be trapped here for
the rest of his life? Was he to be ruled by the whims of a computer?
He ripped off the tattered remains of his shorts from his body and
walked into the bathroom. He turned the water on and stepped in.

A cascade of water poured from his massive pecs like a water fall.
Tim rubbed his hand over his chest, splashing the water. He felt the
density of the muscle, and his mind began to recall the sensations of
his growth. He imagined the feeling of the power surging through him
and his cells converting that energy to strong muscle. He wanted to
feel that again. He longed to build more muscle. He fantasized
growing into a superhuman machine of muscle and power. But what about
Derek?

The conflict raged within him, knowing that to defy Hal would mean an
abrupt end to his transformations. Then again, he also knew that if
he stayed, his chances of reconciling with Derek became slimmer. He
wanted both, but could he have both?

As he washed himself, he marvelled at his size. When he bent to wash
his legs, the water splashed loudly as it fell from the pools at the
top of his mighty shoulders and traps. The water fell across the
topography of his body as if he were the land in a storm. His muscle
bellies were mountains, and the running water formed creeks in the
striations as they searched for low-points to escape the heights. The
creeks became rivers in the valleys where the muscles met, pooling in
wider areas and where bulging muscle would not let the water escape.
As he moved and flexed, he felt like a god with the power to reshape
landscapes to his whims and desires. He liked it. He wanted more
power.

Tim wondered: did the power and size mean anything without someone to
appreciate it? Someone to appreciate him? Hal could never satisfy
that need. Just when he settled on an answer, new doubts arose.

When Tim finished the shower, he returned to his room. Hal had pieced
together shorts for him to wear. 'Have to rip through these
tomorrow,' Tim thought as he put them over his massive legs. Then he
thought, 'bet Derek would love to see that.' The conflicting thoughts
continued as he ate, and then when he relaxed. Only when the drone
came to administer the procedure did the desire for more power and
growth overwhelm his longing for human companionship.

Hal had Tim follow this general routine for the rest of the week.
Each day, Tim would wake up and there would be empty IV bags of
nutritional supplements hanging above his bed, and every day his body
required more and more bags. Tim noticed other changes. Every day,
his ejaculation produced more and more cum. Hal had to modify the
drone's collection device to accomidate his output. Tim's workout
lengthened as it took him longer to deplete the growth serum in his
body. Tim's dick also seemed to be getting slightly bigger, though
not like his height. By Saturday, he had grown to six feet six
inches, while his cock was only 10 inches.

Of course, the biggest change was in Tim's muscularity. His legs had
broken the 60 inch mark, and his arms were close to 45. His chest was
a massive 90 inches, and his waist was only 32. He could curl a ton,
and squat ten times that much. Hal said that his growth had begun to
slow as his body was reaching the limits of the formula, but it hadn't
gotten there yet. Tim was determined to get to that maximum size, and
beyond it if possible.

With each treatment, Tim's desire for muscle grew more intense. No
longer would he allow Hal to dictate how much he should lift or when
to stop. He constantly pushed himself harder and harder than the
machine wanted. On Friday, as he was receiving his treatment, he
heard the hydraulics of the drone strain, barely able to contain his
muscular power as he instinctively tensed and flexed. Tim knew that
soon he would be too powerful for Hal's robots to control. He had
finally figured out that the key to his freedom would be his own super
sized body and all the power it contained.

What Tim hadn't planned on was the unexpected, and that happened on
Saturday morning. Tim had just finished his gruelling workout and was
relaxing. Some men much smaller than he were on television in
something called The World's Strongest Man competition. Tim watched
them struggle to lift cars or rocks or move massive amounts of
weights. He involuntarily flexed knowing that the weights that
dominated these men were nothing for his massive muscle. Once the
treatments were over, maybe he'd have a competition where he'd take on
all these guys and show them what real muscle was. Maybe tug of war
or something where it is all of them against him. Tim knew he'd win.

Tim's show was interrupted by the door bell. Hal was programmed to
interrupt the tv with video of the person at the door, and he did
that. It was Derek. The sound of the video camera must have drawn
his attention, because he looked up at it.

"Tim? Are you there?" Pause. "Look, Tim. I know that you said you
didn't want to see me, but, well," Derek hesitated, then bluted out "I
can't get you out of my mind." Tim thought Derek might have been
crying. "I've tried, but I really hit it off with you. Damn. I've
never done anything like this before, and, uhmm. Damn. I'm sorry,
maybe this was a mistake, but I needed to try. Tim are you there?"

Tim ran to the front door, his massive body pushing past unprepared
robots. Tim began screaming and knocking, "Derek! Derek! Can you
hear me?" Tim heard a muffled response behind the door. "Derek!
Help me!" Tim heard robots approaching, and Hal switched on a video
showing him.

"Derek, I'm busy right now. You shouldn't have come," said the avatar
that was not Tim.

Tim ran upstairs, avoiding the bigger robots. He went to his bedroom
and grabbed paper. Tim scribbled incoherenly, "Help me. Computer out
of control. Can't get out. Miss you. Want to see you. Don't
believe the video screens." Tim ran back to the door. In front of
the door was the big drone, blocking it. From the top of the stairs,
Tim jumped, propelling himself feet first into the robot. Tim's 800
pounds of muscle mass crashed into the machine, sending it into the
wall. Before it could recover, Tim slipped the paper under the door.
He could only hope Derek would get it.

The drone grabbed Tim's arms and injected him with a mild
sedative. Tim felt his consciousness slipping away as he heard Derek
say, "If that is how it has to be..."

Tim woke up several hours later in his bed. As the haze lifted, his
eyes focussed on somethings standing in the doorway. Tim rubbed his
eyes. When he opened them, he saw Hal's drone. Standing next to him
was Derek.

"Tim, I hope this makes you happy," said Derek in Hal's artificial
voice. "I just want to make you happy."
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Many thanks, Scott. Hot, hot story, excellently written. I'm intensely pleased with it and all your other recent additions to the musclegrowth "canon."

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Old July 16th, 2003, 07:00 PM
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Thanks. I've gotten a lot of positive feedback. I can't guess how many more chapters of this current story there will be, but I promise not to leave people dangling in the end

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p.s. I broke down and got yahoo IM. Anyone should feel free to look me up: scottsafier is the handle on yahoo (and yes, that is my real name -- I can tell you the corwin story if you are really interested)
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:-)

You had sex with Roger Zelazny?!

Or maybe the story is a *tad* different?

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Old July 16th, 2003, 07:12 PM
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No, but I am a geek and a graduate of Carnegie Mellon in 19xx, when computer geeks ruled the university (oh wait, they still do)

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Thank you.

I have also enjoyed these stories. Wow Carnegie Mellon, isn't that where the Mach kernel & all that stuff was invented? That must be a great place to study Computer Science! BTW, what is the Corwin story? Inquiring minds are now curious...

Thank you very much, I hope there are many more chapters.
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Old July 17th, 2003, 08:21 AM
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about me

I do artificial intelligence/machine learning stuff professionally. yes, MACH came from CMU, but that was the programming systems group. I was more involved with the AI and Robotics groups.

I've been both research staff and a student at CMU. When I was a student, it was traditional for computer geeks (hackers then) to adopt pseudonyms, mostly from science fiction. There was Czar, Gandalf, Oz, Dragon. I was reading Nine Princess in Amber and identified with corwin, thus the beginnings of the name.

When I went back to work at CMU, my login was scotts. There was a very important university professor whose login was one letter different than mine. People got confused, and he would occassionally get my e-mail (and blamed me for it -- go figure). When carnegie mellon got a new e-mail name server, we were allowed to create new e-mail names for ourselves, and I grabbed CORWIN. I've continued to use it on occassion, like here.

'nuff about me. let's get back to some serious growth stories
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Now there's a thought -- use the Amber concept to manipulate shadow until you get to the place where the guys are all really huge.
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Or go to a place where time is slower. Bring several years of supplements and 'roids with you and get freaking huge! Then come back to our reality a day later after 5 years of growth!

I think Corwin did something like this to recouperate at some point. Sorry it's been a while since I read the books.
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Yeah, he did have a special shadow he used for recuperation. Of course, why wait 5 years if you could 'borrow' some special ingredients from many a mythical world.
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