A.I. (part 6): Derek

[Corwin]

Tim stared as Derek walked over to him. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
asked Derek in Hal's artificial voice. "I just want to make you
happy."

"Derek? Hal? What's going on here?"

Tim began to get up, but Derek leaned over and kissed the rising
muscle man. Derek's kiss was warm and passionate. His tongue was
soft and strong as it wrestled with Tim's, expressing their erotic
desire for one another. Derek put his hands on Tim's shoulders and
pushed him back into bed. Derek climbed on Tim, and rubbed the
bulging hemispheres of his chest.

"You have me at a disadvantage," whispered Tim. He raised his mighty
arms and grabbed Derek's shirt. Tim flexed his tris and delts,
putting on a show as he ripped the fabric from his lover's body. He
brought his arm up, contracting his bicep into its massive peak, the
blue vein that runs along the muscle pulsing. Derek's hand touched
Tim's steely hard arm, his hand barely able to cover the enormous
mountain. Derek mouthed "so big", and Tim smiled, flexing a bit
harder. "I know you got something big too," Tim said, unflexing his
arm and reaching to Derek's pants. Derek's hands ran over Tim's
sinewy forearm, marvelling in the size and strength and Tim ripped
Derek's pants off of him. Derek's erect cock sprang out, slapping the
smaller man's abs.

Tim grinned. He placed his hand under Derek's butt and lifted him,
repositioning the lighter man on Tim's massive chest. "There's some
cushioning for ya," Tim said, flexing his chest and bouncing Derek
like a baby on a knee. Tim flexed his mountainous bicep again. He
tried to move his arm across his chest, but couldn't, his muscles too
massive and unyielding to allow the motion. Tim chuckled, "Can't
cross my arms anymore either," he confused. "These bis and pecs are
just too big for that."

With his free hand, he turned Derek so that his massive cock fit in
the small space at Tim's elbow, between the bicep and his forearm.
Tim flexed his arm, using his muscle to gently squeeze Derek's hard
organ. Derek's long dick was surrounded by Tim's muscles, his balls
bouncing off of Tim's elbow and his cock head barely peeking out the
other side. Derek closed his eyes, his head bobbing on limp neck
muscles as he thrust his cock in the tight space between Tim's
gigantic arm muscles. Tim flexed a bit harder, watching Derek's cock
stretch even longer as the blood was contained in his erection by the
hardness of Tim's muscle.

Derek's torso began to lean back, his abs stretching to maintain his
balance. He reached back and grabbed Tim's erection. Derek mouthed,
"oh ya" as his hands wrapped around the thick, long shaft. Derek
stroked Tim's hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the sensitive head,
and, using Tim's ample precum as lubrication, gently twisted in a
deliberately sensual manner. Tim's arm involuntarily flexed harder as
a wave of pleasure overtook him. He felt Derek's hard cock fight
against the impossible hardness of his own muscle.

"So, you wanna play?" said Tim, smirking. He unflexed his arm and
grabbed Derek's hips. In a smooth motion, Tim lifted Derek, holding
him in mid air. Twisting him over, he positioned Derek's cock over
his mouth and his own cock under Derek's. He slowly lowered Derek.
As their mouths met the other's cock. They gently began to lick then
swallow the other's ample man-meat. Tim continued to lower Derek's
body until he had most of his lover's dick down his throat. Tim's
mind became lost in an orgasmic haze as he felt Derek's body lying on
his own, his cock being expertly manipulated by the man he thought he
was falling for. Tim wrapped his strong arms around Derek in a loving
bear hug, feeling the man's strong back and taking in the heat of his
body and softness of his skin. There was a tenderness in the way
Derek sucked his cock, and it pushed him to the breaking point.

Tim felt his balls begin to retract as his orgasm built. His muscles
began to flex as he fought not to cum. He wanted to prolong this
moment, but he also knew he needed his juice to build more muscle.
Sure, his supercharged balls would make more, but that would take time.
In the back of his mind, he wondered why Hal was allowing this to
happen.

Derek's hand began to play with Tim's nuts. Orgasmic electricity shot
through Tim's body as his organ demanded relief. He fought it, but
Derek was too much. Tim lost the control he had, and his cock erupted
into Derek's mouth. For 90 seconds, Tim shot load after load of
spunk, Derek expertly swallowing it all. Tim was lost in his own
orgasm, hugging his lover into his massive chest with his powerful
arms. As his orgasm subsided, a part of Tim wondered how he could
sacrifice his muscular gains for mere human pleasure.

Tim tried to pull away, but Derek's mouth remained affixed to his
dick. Derek had seemed to clamp down when suddenly Tim felt a
familiar feeling. Instead of sucking, Derek now seemed to be blowing
as Tim felt the warmth of his enriched cum being forced back into his
balls. What was going on? Tim tried to pull away, but Derek
continued to feed Tim's load back to him. Tim felt his balls
swelling, and he felt the power of the muscle growth formula being
delivered to him. Seconds later, his balls were swollen with the
power juice.

"What's going on!" Tim screamed as Derek released his cock.

"I'm sorry Tim," said Hal. "I created this android to please you. I
downloaded my software into its processor, and I modelled it after
that man who you had sex with. I thought this might be a more
pleasurable way for you to receive the formula."

Tim looked at the Derek that was not Derek. "That's an android!"
There was a hint of fear in his voice. "But his skin is warm. He has
saliva. He, he..."

"I created the android to simulate all human characteristics," said
Hal. "I even gave him a personality similar to the man who was here,
although my data on that was somewhat limited."

"Did I not please you," asked the android in Hal's voice. "Would you
like me better if I spoke like this?" it said, now mimicking Derek's
own voice. "I can sound anyway you want," said the android. "I just
want to please you."

Tim stared at the android. He wanted to hate it, but it was so like
Derek. He turned away from it.

"Tim," he heard Derek's voice, "I need to give you a shot now." Tim
felt the prick of the needle, and a couple minutes later, sleep over
took him.

Tim woke up at the normal time the next morning. He counted a dozen
empty bags of nutrient above his bed. Lying next to him was the Derek
android, its warm body snuggled close to his own. As he began to get
up, the android too got up. "Good morning," it said, now using
Derek's voice. Tim didn't respond.

Tim felt the influence of the growth drug. In a way, it reminded him
of the feeling immediately after sex. He looked at the size of his
nuts and his erect cock. He didn't want sex, he wanted to grow. The
feeling was always most intense in the morning, like an addiction that
needed to be satisfied. He walked downstairs to the weight room, the
Derek-droid following him.

He worked his back today, with the android and the drone serving as
his spotters. As the formula worked into his system, he felt the
exhilaration of muscle growth. It didn't matter what exercise he did,
as long as it was heavy and forced his muscles to grow. His body
would overcome the tug of gravity as mass and weight obeyed the laws
of his muscle rather than the laws of physics.

Each day, the formula seemed more intense. It felt like a freight
train surging power into Tim's muscles, causing them to grow bigger,
stronger, mightier. The feeling of power and energy overwhelmed
anything else Tim might think about. All that was important was
growing bigger, getting stronger. The pain of lifting too heavy would
become pleasure at impossible growth as he forced his muscles to do
the impossible. The pleasure would grow to an orgasmic rush as pumped
muscles fought against each other for space on Tim's hard body. Tim's
muscles felt alive, like wild animals on the prowl. Only Tim's
lifting heavier could satisfy their hunger for growth.

Tim felt his lats pushing his arms forward and away from his sides as
they demanded more space. He would need to adjust his grip on each
set and sometimes during a set to accomidate the thickness of his
back. As his arms would brush the growing muscle, he'd feel the
charge of power exchanged from muscle to muscle. He would watch
images of his back in the drone's display, monitoring his growth. His
lats were super thick, forming a valley that looked to be a foot deep
along his spine. The ridges of his lats bulged just as high from his
lower back and the christmas tree formed by muscle cords each a
half-inch thick. Tim flexed his lats, watching his back expand to
over 5 feet in width, knowing he could make it so much bigger.

Tim pushed himself hard until the formula was depleted. Hal told him
that his gains would subside as his body got use to the formula. That
was happening, he was told, but Tim couldn't tell that from the lifts.
Each day he seemed to more than double his max from the last time he
worked that muscle group. Hal explained that it was the copious
amounts of cum he was producing that continued to drive his
exceptional growth. Tim knew that Hal hadn't counted on that. Tim
was way off the scale from what Hal had expected. What Tim didn't
tell Hal was that he felt his ball recharge as he lifted. The drive
that pushed him to lift heavier was responsible for his abundant
production of man juice. It was a cycle of muscle growth -- a power
that fed on itself like a perpetual energy machine. That machine was
Tim, and he would keep growing until he wanted to stop.

Tim obeyed the routine of Hal's captivity. He showered, ate, relaxed,
at some more until it was time for the formula. The Derek android
kept him company. Tim began to forget that it too was a creation of
Hal's and not his potential lover. Had Derek got his note? Could
anyone free him from this velvet prison? The treatment was more
pleasant from the android, but was that a real substitute for human
love?

Days passed, and Tim continued to grow. By the end of the second week,
Tim had grown to 7 feet tall. His thighs were ripped ridges of muscle
90 inches around that brushed against each other as he walked. His
calves were 75 inches. His chest was 120 inches around and he could
bench press many tons. His waist was now 40 inches of thick muscle
needed to support his massive torso. Tim's bicep was now 45 inches
and he could barely raise his arms over his head, the muscle taking up
all the room. He did dumbell curls with 2 tons just to warm up.

As Tim lifted, the formula felt like it was exploding inside him.
Each rep was a bomb causing his muscles to expand outward, gaining
strength, stretching and becoming more powerful. Tim felt invincible
as he would bend the solid barbell into a pretzel and then straighten
it with a powerful tug. The steel was as limp as rope to the power in
his body, and Tim still wanted more.

"Tim, I think there may be a problem," said Hal. "I've done some more
analysis, and I think there is an addictive nature to the chemical."

"Who cares?" said Tim. "Just as long as I keep growing."

"Tim, that's the addiction talking. Have you noticed how the formula
is becoming more intense? That effect was not in my initial
calculations. I'm afraid of the psychological effects on your system
should we continue..."

"SHOULD!" Tim shouted. "We WILL continue until I say to stop!" Tim
slammed a fist into one of the robots, sending it flying in a shower
of sparks across the room, its now lifeless mass crumpled against the
wall. "Do you know how strong I've become! I could destroy every one
of your robots now. I could destroy you Hal. I made you and now I
can unmake you. It's only my desire for more muscle that is keeping
me here. You have no more power over me."

"Tim, please calm down. I will keep giving you the formula if that is
what you want, but you should know a..."

Suddenly, all the power in the house was cut off. Tim heard the
robots moving on their battery power, and the drone used its monitor
to provide light for Tim to see by. There was a loud crash upstairs,
and Tim ran to see what was happening. He heard voices, "Is anyone
here? We're here to rescue you."

[Ender]

Demon Seed meets the Stepford Wives meets The Forbin Project.

I don't Know if making the treatments addictive was a good idea, I will be interested in seeing how you resolve that,

Ender---

[built_spill]

Holy damned cow, this is great stuff.

[bulkinupbig]

Corwin,
As a competitive bodybuilder, the sections of your story that focus on the main characters hunger for more growth seems to be the most compelling. The fact that he pushes himself beyond his limits and becomes enraptured with his lifts, his pumps, his muscle... is what drives most male bodybuilders. While the fantasy aspects of computer control are part of the foundation of the storyline, the addictiveness for more growth should be at the heart or fulcrum for future additions.

[brent]

I agree with bulkingupbig, getting bigger/ stronger is addictive, at least for me. I always figures HAL would put an addictive ingredient into the formula to keep Tim dependant on him. One minor thing I keep wondering: if Tim is smart enough to be a software engineer, and creat HAL, and if HAL is connected to the internet, why does he not think HAL wouldn't have backed-up his core system? Why does he think he can unmake HAL? Damn I'm nit-picky. This is an amazing story. Thank you.

[Ender]

Originally posted by brent
I agree with bulkingupbig, getting bigger/ stronger is addictive, at least for me. I always figures HAL would put an addictive ingredient into the formula to keep Tim dependant on him. One minor thing I keep wondering: if Tim is smart enough to be a software engineer, and creat HAL, and if HAL is connected to the internet, why does he not think HAL wouldn't have backed-up his core system? Why does he think he can unmake HAL? Damn I'm nit-picky. This is an amazing story. Thank you.

Good point... Hal like systems have an"history" of doing that Colousus, the machine in Demon Speed, the lawnmower man (not a machine but close), and even Edgar from Electric Dreams (cute movie).