Proyect Venice

[conoemadre]

Project Venice Part 1


Classification: Delta 12 Clearance or Above.

To: Dr. Richard Bryce, Director Central Intelligence, CIA

CC: Dr. Scott Markus, Director Defense Advanced Research Projects
Administration

Admiral Nicholas Moore, CNC Naval Special Projects, USN

General Thomas Maxwell, CNC Special Projects, USMC

From: Vice Admiral Mike Stewart, Ph.D, CO Project Venice, USN

Re: Completion of Phase One

Doctor:

I would like to inform you of the completion of of Phase One of
Project Venice as authorized in Doc No. 6433910486-C (Delta 12
Clearance). This phase is a seems to be a complete success. The
molecular reorganizer proved to work perfectly in our trial runs.
The Platoon of Marines assigned to me has just arrived and we will
begin Phase Two Shortly. Will advise of progress.


Signed,
Vice Admiral Stewart, Ph.D
USN Commanding Officer Project Venice


Project Venice was started about two years ago by order of Admiral
Moore, USN in cooperation with General Maxwell - USMC, Dr. Bryce - CIA,
and Dr. Markus - DARPA. My mission was to create a new bread of soldier.
One that was stronger, more aggressive, intelligent, and more loyal
then anything we currently have in the service. We completed Phase One
about a week ago. All the laboratory trials looked good, so I'm going
ahead to Phase Two, Human Testing.


Proj Venice Phase 2 Day 1


The marines arrived shortly before the memo to my superiors was sent. I
suppose I better meet the men. "Attention!" I heard as I entered the
barracks. It was fitting to see a group of fine Marines standing at
attention for a Navy officer. I decided to walk up and down the isle
inspecting the men. Everything was as it should be, perfect.

"At ease. Welcome to Camp Venice gentlemen. I am Admiral Stewart the
CO here. For the next few weeks you men will undergo a series of
experimental techniques designed to improve your performance in the
field. Don't get me wrong, you are the best the USMC has. Were out to
make you better. Are there any questions?" There were none. "Very
well. You will each undergo a series of compatibility tests to find out
if you are suited for this training. Also, there are very few other
Marines on this base. Almost all the personal here are Navy. I am well
aware of the rivalry between the branches. Therefore, ANY incident that
occurs will have the severest penalties. Another thing I must stress
here men. Regardless if you are approved or not you may NOT speak of
this to anyone. This experiment is classified. Some of the highest
ranking members the military do not have clearance to know about this.
Do you all understand?

In unison they all replied "Yes Sir!"

"Excellent. You have 15 minutes to completely stow all your gear.
After that I will have Commander Smith come in and take you to the
evaluation center. As you were." With that I walked out and headed for
Cmdr. Smith's office before I realized it wasn't necessary. I looked
down at the Naval insignia on my chest. This was one of the latest
ideas from DARPA. Its called a CommBadge. With a single tap I can talk
to anyone similarly equipped on the base and everyone here was so
equipped. It reminded me of something off "Star Trek". I reached up
and tapped the Badge. There was a small beep signaling the device was
ready. "Admiral Stewart to Commander Smith."

"Smith here, sir."

"Commander. Would you go down to the barracks in exactly seven minutes
and escort the marines to the eval center?" Five minutes earlier then I
had told them he'd be there. After all they were Marines were they not.

"Yes Sir."

"Very good. Stewart out." I tapped the badge again to close the
channel. CommBadges, What will they think of next. I chuckled thinking
about that irony of that statement. I was working on what they thought
of next.

Proj Venice Day 2

The test results came back positive. All the men are perfect for this
test. They are all in excellent health, well muscled, between 190 and
240 pounds, and all less the 7% body fat. Suburb. We should begin the
augmentation within the hour. Still not quite used to the idea of a
CommBadge, although DARPA said I would be within a month. They were
wrong there, I tapped it anyway. "Admiral Stewart to Commander Smith."
Its so damn convenient though.

"Yes Admiral?"

"Have the men ready for augmentation and in the lab in one hour."

"Of course, Admiral. Anything else?"

"No, thank you, Commander. Stewart Out." I decided to head for the
lab.

When I arrived in the lab no one else was there so, I sat down at the
computer console and decided to adjust the augmentation program
parameters a little. Thinking about what I wanted, I began typing.
"Let's see..." I said to myself, "We should increase the muscle to
strength ratio...overall muscle mass...speed of development
...endurance...bodily hair...and loyalty to a superior, especially me.
Anything else? Not yet, we can always make changes later."

When I clicked on Save the Mac beeped and said "Warning...changes to a
subjects neurological processes has not been tested. Do you wish to
proceed?"

"What do you think?" Of course the computer didn't answer, so I clicked
the Proceed button.

Another beep. "This sequence requires vocal command authorization level
5 or above. Please enter voice print identification." Damn, the
computer was being annoying today.

"Computer, recognize Stewart, Michial E. Vice Admiral, Delta 12
clearance."

"Clearance confirmed. Please enter authorization code."

"Authorization code...Stewart Alpha Omega 23541. Verify."

"Authorization code verified. Thank you, Admiral." After a long pause
"Sequence complete. Changes to augmentation program have been saved and
implemented."

I logged out of the system and had a few minutes before the marines
arrived. These men are going to be amazing. If this works. After
about ten minutes the marines showed up with Cmdr. Smith and formed a
line. "At ease, gentlemen. We are ready to begin the process. This is
still a prototype so we can only take one of you at a time. What this
process does is enhance your physical body. Specifically your muscular
strength, as well skeletal and nervous systems. We accomplish this by
rearranging the all the atoms in your body. I could see the worry on
some of the faces, so I had to ask, "If any of you have doubts about
this say so now and you will be reassigned without penalty." After a
few seconds no one moved. "Well I guess that means you will all want to
give it a shot then. Very well. Who would like to go first?"

A very good looking stud stepped out of formation. "I would sir."

"Excellent Mr. " briefly glancing at his name tag "Wells. I'll need
you to complete remove your uniform and step into the chamber.
Commander, would you open the chamber please." The door slid open
silently as Private Wells striped. What a stud. He was about 210
pounds and his chest was covered with thick black hair, but with his
muscular development it hid nothing. I was even more surprised by his
cock. It must have been 8 inches soft. It took all my control not to
go full mast right there. With these uniforms the men would notice
immediately. Finally he got in the chamber after finishing undressing
and folding his clothes. I took a final look as the door slid shut. I
walked up to the control area to monitor the augmentation.
Unfortunately the chamber had no windows. I had to live with sensor
readouts. His body was better then I thought. The sensors displayed
all his measurements.

Weight - 220 lbs, Height 6'1", Chest - 48", Arms - 19", Forearms - 11",
Thighs - 24", Calves - 17", Waist - 33", body fat - 5.2%.

Watching the display as the program progressed I could see that the
results were going to be incredible. After about two minutes the first
phase was done. We had reinforced the skeletal structure, increased the
overall strength of each individual muscle fiber and increase the speed
of his nervous system. We had not made any modifications to his size or
neural processes yet. That was for phase two.

"Do you want to begin phase two sir?" Commander Smith asked. I was to
busy looking at the results to hear the question. There were
incredible. "Sir?"

"What, no. Not yet. Let's see how this worked, first."

"Aye sir." The chamber door slid open and Wells came out.

"How do you feel?" I asked Wells on my way down to the chamber.

"No different, sir. What was this supposed to do, Sir?"

"Well it already did the first part. You feel any different?"

"No sir. I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think this worked."

"Well get dressed and let's see if anything has changed." If he stood
there naked for one minute longer I know I'd get hard and I can't do
that. Not Yet. "Commander, run the program on the remaining men. If it
didn't work of Mr. Wells, maybe it will for someone else." We walked
over to the test area after he got dressed.

The test area was loaded with weight and exercise equipment, along with
various other items. Including a portable throwing machine that will
fling baseballs at up to 120 mph at a random time interval. "Okay, Mr.
Wells. The first thing I want you to do is catch this ball.", I said as
I tossed the ball to him. Of course he catches it easily. "Now I want
to see how fast you are. Stand right here." Putting him right in front
of the machine. "Okay turn around and when I say 'now' I want you to
turn towards me and catch the ball again. Ready?" He nods. Setting
the machine to its highest setting. I press the control and immediately
say "Now". He already turned around caught it just as easily as when I
tossed one to him. "How was that?"

"Sir, that was quite easy. Maybe you could turn it up?"

"How fast do you think it was going?"

"About 15 miles per hour, sir."

"Well your wrong. It was traveling at 120 mph. It seems the
enhancements did work."

"Shit, sir. No disrespect, but that's not possible. That should have
broke my hand and pushed it back. My arm didn't even move."

"I know. We enhanced your skeletal structure. It should be just about
impossible to break one of your bones. We also increased your strength
per unit volume of muscle. As well as your nervous systems response
time. What do you think?"

"That's fuc... I'm mean, great, sir. If you don't mind me asking, How
strong am I?"

"Don't worry about your language here marine. Your strength? I don't
know lets find out. Why don't you go over to the bench and I'll put
some weight on the bar. What was you max bench before?"

"About 480 pounds, Admiral"

"Let's start with that." I loaded up the bar even though I knew that he
could easily do more then twice that. The program had initially
increased his mass to strength ratio to 30 pounds per inch of overall
size. That means he should be able to bench 1140 pounds.

He grabbed the bar and lowered it to his chest and easily pushed it back
up. The smile on his face couldn't have been bigger. Wells continued
to press the bar in rep after rep without stopping. He easily completed
a hundred non-stop reps and then did something totally amazing he let
his right arm fall off the bar. His smile got even bigger as he pressed
the weight using only his left arm. He did another hundred before
switching to his right arm.

After another 100 reps he put the weight back on the bench and sat up.
He wasn't even breathing hard. "Sir, request permission to use the
remaining equipment?"

"Not just yet, Mr. Wells. I would like to verify your skeletal
strength." I reached over and grabbed one of the Louisville Slugger bats
that lined the wall. "Hold your arm out with the elbow facing up and do
you best to hold it there."

"Yes Sir."

He looked a little worried but I had to try this. As fast and hard as I
could I swung the bat down onto his elbow. When the bat hit his arm
there was a loud thud, but his arm didn't even move an inch. My hand
hurt like hell. "Damn, that hurt, what did you feel marine?"

"Absolutely nothing, Sir." His smile was even bigger the before. "Mind
if I try something?"

"Not at all." After handing him the bat he flexed his bicep and swung.
The bat cracked and shattered over his rock hard bicep.

"This is fuckin' amazing, Sir! Watch this." He grabbed another bat and
started squeezing the tip of it in his hand. There was a loud cracking
sound as Private Wells crushed the bat in his bear hand.

"Very impressive, marine. Did that hurt at all?"

"No sir. I didn't feel a thing."

"This is excellent. I hope the results are the same for the rest of the
men. I should to check on the rest of your unit." I turned away and
tapped the CommBadge. "Stewart to Commander Smith."

"Smith here, Sir."

"Commander, what is the status of the rest of the Marines?"

"We have completed Phase 1 on all of them. I'm sorry Admiral, but they
report that nothing has changed."

"Well Commander, I must disagree. Mr. Wells was a complete success.
Bring the men down to weight training center immediately. I want to
show you and them the results."

"Yes Admiral. Smith out" I heard a small beep indicating the channel
has closed.

"Well. Mr. Wells, what do you think?"

"Sir, this is incredible. I must be one of the strongest men on the
planet."

"One of the 12 strongest actually. If the results were the same on the
others then you all should have similar levels of strength. They don't
know this yet and I have a particular demonstration in mind." I
finished telling him what I had in mind just as the rest of the men
arrived lead by Cmdr. Smith.

"Marines, form a line directly in front of me. Beginning from the
largest of you to the smallest. Mr. Wells, stand next to me." Once
the men fell into position I ordered them to stand at ease. "Now, the
Commander here has told me that you don't notice any changes in your
physical condition. I assume that none of you can see any change in Mr.
Wells here?" No one moved or said a word. "I take that as a no.
However, I have just seen the effects and I will be asking Private Wells
to give you a little demonstration in a few minutes. Right now I have a
couple of questions." I looked at the first two men, Fisher and Davis
"Mr. Fisher, How tall are you and how much do you weigh?"

"6 foot 3 and 330 pounds"

"And you, Mr. Davis?"

"I am 6 foot 7 and weight 323 pounds. Sir!"

"Very good. I want both of you to stand about 3 feet apart facing each
other and no matter what happens do not move. Mr. Wells, Stand between
them."

"Yes Sir." They answered in unison as they moved into position.

"Now, Mr. Wells. Please begin the demonstration."

He reached out and grabbed the belts of both men and easily raised them
into the air. He began doing shoulder presses with the men acting as if
they were dumbbells. After a mind blowing 250 continuous reps he put
them down.

"Now what you have just seen is just the beginning. Wells here is
capable of much more as are you all. Now I want to all to test your new
abilities to the fullest. But first I want to go back to the lab so we
can complete Phase 2 of the experiments. Commander Smith, why don't you
return to your quarters and get some rest. I'll take care of this."

"Aye Sir. Call me if you need anything." With that Smith walked out.
I didn't know how he would react to my modified program, so I figured It
would be easier if I ran it myself.

It took about an hour to process all twelve men when they were done the
results were astounding. Each man had added hundreds of pounds of solid
muscle mass and depending on their height. With the smallest man adding
the most with 374 pounds of mass. Mr. Davis was now the largest man.
He added 309 pounds of solid muscle, almost doubling his size. He was
also the strongest man. He could easily bench press over 2300 pounds
with a single arm. Each man had equally impressive strength. Their
muscle to strength ratio was set to 60 pounds/inch. And large amounts
of hair were to their chests, stomachs, forearms and legs. The last
thing that was altered by my program was their mental characteristics.
With this modification these men were incapable of harming me or
allowing me to be harmed. They also could never disobey one of my
orders.

I was looking at the most powerful and beautiful men in the world. My
cock went full mast and started leaking pre cum. Causing a wet spot to
form in the front of my paints. The lab was already sealed so I thought
what the hell. "Attention!" All the men stiffened. "Mr. Wells, front
and center." Looking at this massive man standing in front of me I
couldn't control myself. I took my paints off and my cock started
throbbing even more and the precum was flowing like a small stream.
"Now, pick me up and suck every last drop of cum out of my dick."

"Aye Sir!" He reached and grabbed the front of my shirt with one arm
and lifted me off the ground. He raised me until my 7" member was
directly in front of his mouth and he swallowed the whole thing in on
stroke. The vacuum he was applying was amazing. Even the powerful
pumps I had sampled didn't come close to what Wells was doing to me. I
was is ecstasy. My dick had never had such a blow job before. My cum
soon started bursting from the my dick but Wells swallowed it all and
continued sucking it. He was using his arm to move my rod in and out of
his mouth in a fucking action. The pleasure I felt was overwhelming. I
soon came again and then again. Yet he kept sucking. The I remembered,
he must have been following my orders to the letter. "...suck every
last drop of cum out of my dick."


Continue somebody!!!!!

[muscl4life]

You have to give us some time to process this really well developed scenario - the use of military terms is very clever and it gives a very "realistic" touch - I'm looking foward to contribute but if someone already has ideas, by all means let's help this wonderful story to take off! Although it is already flying in great skies judging by the first chapter

[conoemadre]

Originally Posted by muscl4life

You have to give us some time to process this really well developed scenario - the use of military terms is very clever and it gives a very "realistic" touch - I'm looking foward to contribute but if someone already has ideas, by all means let's help this wonderful story to take off! Although it is already flying in great skies judging by the first chapter

Well i know is cruel task but i want in the story is more superstrength, i want the caracter become in a superhero in the development of the story if you can do please !!!!!!!!!

[mlbjock]

Hey guys, not to be an ass about this, but I'd appreciate it id you'd acknowledge the original author of this story(namely myself) before using it. It was initially published on my All Male Muscle Archives site back in the late 90s along with a few others of mine(Baby Brother part 2, and Mike: Part One: The Workout) and several from around the web at the time before they migrated here.

I don't mind it being used, one should always give credit for someone else's work. I would also ask that the strength and technical ideas be preserved. If there's enough interest, thought by the dates I guess not, I might even write more parts for my stories.

-- Shawn Stewart

[conoemadre]

Originally Posted by mlbjock

Hey guys, not to be an ass about this, but I'd appreciate it id you'd acknowledge the original author of this story(namely myself) before using it. It was initially published on my All Male Muscle Archives site back in the late 90s along with a few others of mine(Baby Brother part 2, and Mike: Part One: The Workout) and several from around the web at the time before they migrated here.

I don't mind it being used, one should always give credit for someone else's work. I would also ask that the strength and technical ideas be preserved. If there's enough interest, thought by the dates I guess not, I might even write more parts for my stories.

-- Shawn Stewart

Ok i give you an apologie but i don?t know the autor of the story because in the page where are the story do not have the autor...

sorry about that !!!!!

[mlbjock]

It's okay man. Seems to happen far too often on the 'net.

-- Shawn