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Old July 28th, 2003, 07:17 PM
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A.I. (part 9): Growing Time

Tim allowed Derek to please him. He turned off his mind, permitting his
emotions and senses to control him. This was not an android, it was
his lover who was satisfying him. Tim wanted to hold Derek, but the
restraints held him down. There was something erotic in his helplessness.

Derek sat on top of Tim, rubbing his huge pecs and kissing him
passionately. Derek's hands felt Tim flex the huge hemispheres that
were his pecs. Derek pushed and pinched into their hardness. He
moved down and sucked on Tim's nipples, sending shivvers through the big
man. Derek's hands moved to Tim's delts, feeling their roundness and the
divides between each of the three heads. Next they slid to Tim's biceps.

Tim pressed hard against the unyielding restraints, causing his arms to
pump huge. He felt Derek coo and whisper, "so big... so strong." Tim
liked hearing that.

Derek's soft tongue licked down Tim's washboard stomach and found his erect
manhood.

Derek rubbed his hands along Tim's magnificent legs as he teased Tim's
cock with his tongue. He circled the thick head, lapping it at it
like a puppy dog at his master's hand. Derek's hand reached between
Tim's thighs and found his hard glutes. While he wrapped his mouth
around Tim's left nut, his hands spread his lover's ass muscles
apart. Derek tugged on Tim's left nut then the right as he massaged
the sensitive area of his butt.

Tim's brain was on fire as Derek expertly stimulated Tim's erogenous zones.
A firestorm swept through his body Derek thrust his mouth over Tim's cock,
and his finger penetrated, thrusting into his butt and massaging
his pituitary. He felt his orgasm begin to grow as Derek's other's hand
tugged on his nuts, fighting to keep them from retracting into firing
position. Tim twisted and bucked as his orgasm grew, fighting a losing
battle against the restraints that held him -- fighting to give back the
love he was so expertly receiving.

Tim fought the eruption, allowing it to grow inside him. He tried to relax
as Derek pushed him closer and closer. Tim writhed as the lust he was
feeling demanded release. Derek inhaled Tim's cock, rubbing his face in
the pubic hair at its base while he rubbed his index finger between Tim's
big nuts. They were pressed hard into Tim's muscular body. It was too much.
Tim moaned loudly then exploded.

Derek's mouth was forced to open wider as Tim's cock expanded with the
explosion of cum. Derek's head forced inches up the long shaft by it's
power. Tim was lost in the orgasm, as he muttered expressions of love to
Derek. He felt his juices flow into Derek's wanting mouth. Seconds passed
as Tim shot load after load, and then seconds became minutes. Tim imagined
himself growing larger, getting bigger and stronger for Derek. The more he
shot, the bigger he would grow. His desire for muscle fed the passion he
felt which he expressed through his orgasm. Derek took it all.

When the flow finally subsided, Derek sat up. "I love you," Tim said,
tears running down his cheeks.

"I," started Derek, "love..." the android started. He never completed the
sentence. Instead, his lips moved to Tim's and he kissed him. When the
kiss ended, the android returned to Tim's cock. "Tim, you produced an over
abundance of semen. My primary reciptical has overflowed, and the two
overflow recipticals are also filled. I have finished injecting them with
the 14 day supply of the serum. Are you ready for the transfer?"

Tim nodded yes. His cock was still hard and very sensitive. Derek placed
his mouth over it. Tim bucked from the sensation, forcing it deeper into
the android. The procedure began as normal, but as it proceeded, Tim felt
the change. His nuts hurt as they were forced to take more and more of the
serum. When they felt like they would burst, a rush of energy shot through
his body. Every muscle began to cramp as the massive amounts of growth
juice filtered into his system. Tim's body was flooded with pain as his mind
became lost in images of his body growing bigger and stronger. The process
lasted for five minutes as more and more serum was forced into Tim's body.
Tears of joy were replaced by tears from pain as Tim's body cramped and
spasmed. By the time the last of the serum had entered Tim's system, he
had lost consciousness.

Outside the room, Sargent Detrick walked passed the guards. "All quiet
here boys?"

"Yes Sargent. Both prisoners are sleeping quietly," the guard said,
quickly scanning the monitors.

"Good."

"Late night for you Sargent?" the guard asked.

"Yes. Dr. Perkins asked me to get the lab ready for tomorrow,"
Detrick said as he walked away.

Detrick turned the lights on in the lab and looked at the equipment,
recalling his earlier humiliation. Two of the machines were
destroyed, but they could be replaced. He walked over to one of the
working barbell curl machines. He set it up for a maximum strength
test. He failed on the third rep. His face twisted into anger and
jealousy as he recalled how the civilian had beaten the machine,
flexing his massive arms in triumph afterward.

"Fuck him!" Detrick screamed. He walked over to closet where Perkins kept
the growth formula. 'All necessary force,' were Perkins's order. Detrick
knew what was necessary. He took out a box of serum.

"Need some help Sargent?" asked the tall blonde soldier that entered
the gym. "Late night workout?"

"Hello Petrowski," said Detrick. "No, I'm fine. Just thinking about
our prisoner."

"Ya, me too. Thought you looked upset," said the big man as he walked
over to the sargent and looked at the formula. "You're going to need
syringes."

Detrick looked Petrowski. The man was one of the biggest. Only he and
Lewis were bigger, and Lewis was out with a broken arm.

"Didn't Dr. Perkins say he had 10 times the formula in his system? I
figure it will take 12 vials to beat him," said Petrowski. "Looks like
there are 3 dozen here."

"Solider, I can't ask you..."

"You aren't asking Sargent. I'm volunteering. One of us with his
strength can take him, but two? Ain't no way he could hurt us then.
It's for the good of the company, Sargent," said Petrowski, getting
out eight large syringes. He filled each with three vials, then laid
four out in front of the sargent and four in front of him. The
sargent got six jugs of protein drink.

Detrick removed his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts. Petrowski
had seen the big black man naked before, but always marvelled at the
size of his huge balls and thick, long dick. Detrick wasn't shy about
letting his men know that his cock was over 13 inches long, having
gained an additional two inches since the experiment began. Petrowski
had to admit to pangs of jealousy over his sargent's more abundant
endowement. It only made matters worse that he was also stronger and
more muscular.

Petrowski stripped off his clothes while he watched the sargent give
himself the first syringe. The blonde hunk had never been attractive. He
was always the butt of jokes from the school jocks. His father told him
joining the Army would make him a man. He barely made it through basic
training, and when he was given the opportunity to volunteer for this
experiment, he jumped at the chance. He looked at his body now, his
rippling chest, thin waist and thick thighs. He had never been endowed,
but his dick was now three inches bigger than when he started. The scale
in the gym said he weighed 300 pounds, but Detrick told him to multiply
that by 4. The scale in the gym lied.

Detrick looked at the syringes. He tossed his clothes, hitting the
box of serum. He moved his clothes, hiding three vials in the cloth.
Detrick put an empty syringe on the counter and grabbed his second.
Petrowski took his first. He hefted his nine incher and stuck the
needled in his balls. It had hurt the first time, but now he liked
the rush he got as the growth serum filled his system.

Detrick's balls were growing huge, as were Petrowski's. Both men's minds
began to cloud as the desire for growth overwhelmed them. They wanted to
lift, knew they could lift anything. Images of their muscles growing and
their strength increasing overwhelmed them. The urge to grow grew with
each push of the syringe.

When Detrick finished all four syninges, he was sweating and his balls were
massive, filled with growth juice. As he walked over to the curling
machine, his balls rubbed against his thighs. The erotic charge caused his
massive schlong to grow, its hefty size bouncing in front of him like a
divining rod. "Hurry up over there," he told Petrowski.

Petrowski finished his forth shot, and refilled the syringe with the
three vials he had secreted from the box. "Just one more shot,
Sarge," he called back. He emptied the syringe into his nuts.
Checking himself out in the mirror, his balls were noticeably more
inflated than the sargent's. His cock got hard at the thought of
getting as big, or bigger, than Detrick.

Detrick was at the curling machine he had modified to test his maximum
strength. As he lifted, he became light headed as he felt his body
begin to change. After six reps, he felt currents of power eminate
from his swollen nuts. Instead of slowing down, each rep was getting
faster as it seemed easier for him to handle the weight. He marvelled
at the way his bis were expanding, ballooning up with new size and
strength. At nine reps there was a small amount of smoke coming from
the machine. At ten, he heard the grinding like he had when the
civilian broke the machine. Now, it was Detrick breaking it.

Detrick jumped from the machine and flexed. His arms were massive, as
big as Tim's had been. He sauntered to the counter and chugged a jug
of protein formula. As he put the empty jug down, he heard another
machine give out. He saw Petrowski flexing his massive arms. "Way to
go soldier!" He threw him a jug of protein.


No machine in the gym was any match for the two soliders. As they worked
pecs, tris, delts, traps, quads, hams, abs, calves, each muscle group grew.
Machines where they would max out after two or three reps fell to their
power. In this battle of man verses machine, the machines always lost. As
each became useless, the soldiers felt a rush of pride and energy. Detrick
never noticed that Petrowski was growing as huge as he, equalling his mass.
Nor did he notice that Petrowski's balls were always larger, never quite
as depleted as his after the rush of growth juice.

Detrick looked at his body as he posed in the mirror. His pecs were
massive, larger than the civilians by inches. His quads were ripped
and showed every muscle fiber as he flexed. Unflexed, he shook the
muscle and watched inches deep ripples appear in the massive muscle.
Detrick was turned on by the way he could transform his muscle from a
fluid mass to solid iron on command.

Detrick walked over to the curling machines again. He moved two back so
that they faced each other, and set them up for max test. He signalled
Petrowski to do the same. Positioning himself between the machines,
Detrick grabbed the weights and began doing dumbell curls. It took only
two reps for the haze of muscle growth to envelop his mind. He loved the
feeling. It meant he was growing, he felt the power grow as he forced his
bis to be bigger and stronger. It was power he wanted. Power he deserved.
As he finished the tenth rep, the machines exploded. Petrowski was right
behind him.


"Soldier, get a tape!" Detrick ordered. The handsome blonde walked to the
counter, opened a drawer and pulled out a tape measure. Detrick watched
the naked man move, admiring his size and proportions. 'Damn fine
whiteboy' he thought. Detrick flexed his right bicep. It was obviously
much bigger than Tim's had been. The civilian had used both arms to
destroy the machine -- he and Petrowski had done it with one.

"Damn Sarge, look at that peak!" Petrowski had trouble getting the tape
around the mountainous arm, but finally read off, "65!"

"Ya. Brag about a foot difference. Let's see that wimp take this arm on!"
Detrick grinned. "Your turn soldier."

It was truth time for Petrowski. He removed the tape measure as Detrick
relaxed his arm. Petrowski flexed. His ripped peak rose high.

"Looking good," said Detrick as he wrapped the tape around. "Hey!" he
exclaimed with a bit of surprise and anger, "Didn't you say I was 65?
You're fuckin 66. What the fuck is goin' on."

Petrowski's heart skipped a beat. He grinned. "Better look in the mirror,
Sarge. I think there's a new big boy in town."

Petrowski struck a double bicep pose, and Detrick followed. They compared,
and Detrick was smaller. Side chest next, and Petrowski's massive shelves
dwarfed the once-larger black man's. It was the posedown from the Armed
Forces Bodybuilding show all over again, but this time, Petrowski wasn't
third, he was first. His lats were wider, abs denser, legs bigger.
Petrowski's overdose had worked.

"What the fuck!" Detrick began to walk to the counter. He saw that some
of the vials were missing. "Damn you. Well, I can fix that," he said.

Petrowski was there. He grabbed Detrick's arm and with his strength,
turned him around. Detrick struggled. He was nearly as big and strong as
Petrowski. He threw a punch into the blonde's chest, causing him to
stagger back. Another hit his abs, bunching him over. Petrowski recovered
enough to block the third.

Petrowski felt a familiar feeling as he battled Detrick. The dilerium of
muscle growth clouded his thoughts. Each punch felt weaker as his muscles
strengthened to counter them. Petrowski experienced the familiar feeling
of his skin stretching to accomidate his new strength, his larger muscles.
Detrick swung, but Petrowski caught the punch, stopping it. Petrowski
muscled the sargent's arm down, his arm and shoulders getting larger as he
exerted himself against the other man. His growth wasn't being fed by
weights or machines, it was being fed by the Sargent's own massive power.
Petrowski was growing larger from this battle of the titans.

As Detrick's arm was forced down, he compared it to Petrowski's. Petrowski
was growing. Detrick was no longer feeling the effect of the serum, but
Petrowski obviously still had some in reserve. Detrick continued to
struggle, but the fight only made Petrowski bigger.

Petrowski got Detrick in a bear hug and lifted him from the ground. He was
so strong now, nothing Detrick could do could hurt him. Detrick flexed,
but the blonde superman began to crush him with his larger muscles.
Detrick finally surrendered.

"Most muscular. Flex!' Petrowski ordered as Detrick fought to regain his
breath. He complied. Petrowski posed next to him, displaying his bigger
muscles. He was tighter, more vascular, more ripped and much more massive.
Petrowski grinned and slapped the sargent on the back, sending him
stumbling forward.

"Here's the deal. Sarge you can have another dose of three vials. I get
six, though. Then we go and see the prisoner. Deal?" asked Petrowski.


"Ya," said Detrick. He'd deal with the big man later. Right now, they had
another enemy to bring down. Detrick took one more shot, and Petrowski
took two.

Both men put on shorts, which were now skin tight against their much
larger bodies. They walked to the door, but it was locked. Detrick turned
to the keypad.

"Computer lock down," he says. "I'll override." He typed something into
the pad. "It won't recongnize my codes. Damn computers!"

"Sarge, we don't need codes," said Petrowski shaking his head and rubbing
his hands over his arms. He placed his palms on the door and pushed. His
forearms burst into a cords of muscle and veins, and his tris became huge
horseshoes. For seconds, nothing happened. Then there was the sound of
gears breaking as the door jerked open an inch. Petrowski reached around
the opening, grabbing the door. Bracing himself with his powerful legs, he
pushed. No metal could withstand such force as gears broke and the door
bent. The door was opened. "There," he said. "No problem. Now, let's go
show that asshole what real military muscle is."

They began to walk to Tim's cell.
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