repost: At Will by Musclebuff

[rtulde]

Work of the late Colin Graham: RIP

At
Will

by Musclebuff

*This story is dedicated with reverence to FanTCdude and
Absman*

*An affidavit from the Company's records.*

Well it's finally happened. If you're rich, as rich as I am through no
fault of my own, you can now buy your perfect domestic humanoid replica in
any sex or shape you desire. You can have it have it programmed for any
activity from housework and cooking to sex, active or passive. And it will
be indistinguishable from the real thing.

I have a financial interest in the Company so it was inevitable that they
would keep me abreast of such developments, When I received the conclusive
e-mail I made a swift assessment of my current liquid assets,then made an
appointment to meet the Programmers.

He would of course be male and, as I am an advanced bodybuilder myself,he
would have to have a very superior set of muscles. Superior to any known
pro bodybuilder.

First we discussed his duties.

"We have several pre-programmed schemes on which we can base your domestic
requirements, sir, kitchen, secretarial, mechanical and household
maintenance, chauffeur....... etcetera etcetera - if you would just run your
eye down the options..."

That was soon over. Now, to the important things. First of all, appearance.
I'd given a lot of thought to this over the months and I was ready for the
sketch artist to prepare a build-up on the computer screen. Six foot six
tall, chest sixty inches, shoulder width three foot six, bicep 23, waist 32,
thigh 32, calf and neck same as the biceps.

I was then directed to a full-height screen on which the outline of the
image was projected from the front, feet apart, and in profile.. I was asked
to compare the size with myself. The screen also carried my mirror image
super-imposed on the outline.

"A little more quad, I think - the neck should be slightly wider than the
jaw but not too much ........... yes, that's most satisfactory."

Now we had the outline it was time to fill in the musculature. This was
done in record time by the computer who already had the data of the desired
dimensions. Only the face was a blank. First I chose shortish, straight
blonde hair. Then I handed the artist four photographs ? Gunther
Schlierkamp, Brad Pitt, Bruce Patterson and Jay Cutler - and asked him to
make a meld of them. The result was immediately devastating.

"A little more jaw - eyes a slightly darker blue and slightly larger - more
cleft to the chin - slightly fuller lips - no, that's too much, looks like
botox, yes, better, full and inviting but not pouty nose very slightly
longer. Let's make the hair a little thicker keep it short, though! Oh,
yes! Nearly there... Now give him a really golden tan all over - no tan
lines..."

As he worked on the tan the full body began to fill out in color and shape.
Quite remarkable.

"You need to thicken the upper pecs and round out the lower ones a bit -
slightly fuller - that's it. More definition to the delts and traps. Pull
the lateral delts out an inch. More thickness to the six-pack and make it
an eight - yeah - emphasize the gracilis more - still more - whoa! Back a
notch. Yes. Oh, and balance the outer calf better with the inner."

I finally had a picture of my ideal musclegod on the screen.

"If you would turn round sir, you can see him full-size in the mirror."

I gasped. The likeness was so amazing, I felt I could reach out and touch
him. As I did so I felt an embarrassing eruption in my pants and had to sit
down rather suddenly. Not, however, unnoticed.

"Not to worry, sir - I am sure that will be the general course of these
interviews. Now," a slight deprecating cough here, " the er, sexual
proclivities. First of all, how would you want to program his
active/passive proportions?"

"Oh, 60-40, I should think."

A raised eyebrow.

"That's to say, 60 active, 40 passive."

"I would suggest you might be happier with 80-20?"

I shrugged. If he thought so........

"Yes, in the long run, much happier." He opined.

He went on to explain that there would be no inhibitions, that the
muscle-god would be available at any time of day or night, that there would
be a remote that determined, depth, speed, violence level, front or back,
suck reaction etc. Those matters were quickly settled to my satisfaction
(by now I was gasping in anticipation of delivery) when the Programer
surprised me with a couple of other facts.

"He will come to you provided with all the synthesized nutrients he needs
and I am happy to tell you that, when you receive these as a result of - ah
-being fucked or of blowing his load, you yourself will benefit from them
extremely, aiding you with an increased and speedier muscle growth. Also,
you will find that his mammary arteries (not usually used by men) will
enable you to suck the muscle-milk from his nipples, should you so desire
and, believe me, that is some very powerful stuff!"

Should I so desire.........

"Should he run out of these supplies or manifest any irregularity, our
hotline is at your disposal 24/7/365 and a mechanic will be at your door
within a half-hour. No charge of course, except for the supply of
nutrients."

Financial matters being concluded, papers of ownership signed and all that,
I raced home to get out of my cum-sodden pants and to throw myself with
crazy abandon into a workout in my private gym.. Soon my own personal
muscle-god would be here to work out with me - or to work me out!

The only glitch in the entire proceedings, at least to begin with, was that
they failed to warn me of the exact day of delivery. When the doorbell rang
some weeks before I expected it, I almost fainted on the spot at what was
waiting outside for me. Here was the living, breathing image of the god I
had only seen frozen on the screen. Only now did I realize just how
magnificent a thing had been created for my personal benefit.

He stood there, smiling rather seriously, in all his semi-naked glory.
Eight inches taller than me, so I had to get rather, no very close to be
able to look up at his face. He was wearing, only, a purple and black
striped helanca one-piece wrestling singlet and black wrestling boots.

Human or humanoid, he was not impervious to the heat and his golden muscles
were shining gloriously with sweat. The shoulder straps emphasized the
magnitude of his delts which were wider than the doorframe; his biceps
bunched up breathtakingly as he shook my hand; the quads swept wide out of
the short tight legs of the suit which barely contained a thick nine inches
(soft) and the tennis-ball sized nuts. Tearing my glance upwards to his
amused smile I noticed, on the way, that his nips were steel hard, probably
the length of my thumbs, and about to rip holes in the helanca.

MY libido raged and it was all I could do to prevent myself from throwing my
body against his before the door was even closed. However, he was carrying
two brushed steel suitcases and lugging a huge trunk of the same material.
He politely moved past me and installed all the metal-ware in my lobby,
closed the door and faced me. Towered over me. Proudly, he showed me his
credentials: a small silver disc set in the nape of his neck, with an Omega
and the number 969. Then he waved an apologetic hand at the cases.

"My things. Sir, I am very happy to be here at your service. I hope I
will never disappoint you."

"Er - I'm sure you won't!" Gulp. "Let me show you to your quarters." He
hefted the two cases and followed my down the passage tp the rooms that had
been prepared for him to the specifications of the Company. It was pretty
Spartan, but the bed was huge - mattress made of a special NASA-formed
tempurpedic stuff that would give sufficiently when he laid his full weight
on top of me. Otherwise I might be crushed. He lay down on it for a moment
to test it, gave me a rather roguish smile, and went to collect the huge
trunk which I guessed contained "supplies" of one kind or another.

I swiftly showed him the gym, the pool, the kitchen and gave him a brief
tour of the rest of the house. He looked at the space-age watch on his wrist
and announced "I will prepare your lunch. Please be ready in a half-hour.
Then we will have a short rest together before your first fuck, followed by
today's workout."

"Yes, sir!" I found myself intoning in bemused fashion.

"No, thank you, sir!"

He departed kitchen-wards. I collapsed on the nearest armchair and took
several very deep breaths to control my shaking self. "Your first fuck ?
rest together - today's workout........"

Almost immediately a delicious light and healthful lunch was delivered, then
it was time for "our" nap.

"Never work out nor have sex immediately after a meal," he intoned. (They
had given him Gunther's voice, the seductive bastards ! ) 'Blood is needed
for digestion. On this occasion, while we are resting together, I suggest
you insert this - it may help to accustom you to my size."

He held out a gleaming metal butt-plug and a bottle of lube.

"Insert kit, I will activate it, and we will lie down together - on my bed -
for a while."

"He led me courteously to his bedroom and sat on the bed while he politely
pulled off my tee and removed my shorts."

"Ah - good cock! I can see we will enjoy each other."

I blushed as he turned me around and proceeded to lube my ass-hole, then
bent me over to insert the sizeable plug."

"Now, you may lie down while I connect this."

Bemused, I did as I was told while he connected the cable running from the
plug into the back of his metal trunk. I could see a very thick cable
running from the latter into the wall-receptacle. He stripped naked,
leaving me gasping again, then returned to the bed and lay beside me, first
clicking on some kind of remote which immediately activated a pleasant hum
against my prostate.

"You should take this opportunity to acquaint yourself with my muscles while
the plug converts your interior to the necessary size. I suggest you do
not attempt to lick, suck or kiss at this time - nor jack my dick nor yours
- until our rest period is over. At that time I will activate
proceedings."

He lay back and closed his eyes. Now I could assess his giant magnitude, if
from a rather unfavorable angle. His dick lay dormant across one huge
quad, even thicker than it had seemed under the helanca, The huge pecs
rose and fell in profile and the noble head seemed to be asleep.

He had told me to "acquaint myself" with his muscles, so I sat up to do just
that. As soon as my hands made contact with his cool, satin flesh, the plug
started to hum more insistently and grew slowly to some large size, forcing
more gasps from me. Then it would subside, then swell again, clearly
working to some program.

I stroked the swelling pecs, the bunched biceps (his hand were behind his
head), the great traps curving down from the monumental delts to the
armor-plated eight-pack. I ran my greedy palms across the alpine ridges and
on to those impossibly divided and vascular quads. Even though he was not
human, it seemed as if the blood was in fact coursing through those muscles
at high speed.

Only when I dared to caress the inside of his thighs near his crotch did a
hand come down to push me gently flat. "Sleep now!" My libido was playing
such hell with my emotions, I dropped off almost immediately, even though I
was conscious of that plug expanding and contracting in my fuck-path.

I woke to feel a large cool hand gently squeezing my dick. My eyes opened to
see this golden giant leaning over me.

"A few things we must discuss before we start to fuck. First of all, you
should know that while I am programmed to suggest workouts, meals, and sex
at given times of day, I am sure you understand I am at your command at any
time of day or night and that you may override the program with the simple
command "Later!" or "Sex, or fuck, or lunch, or workout NOW." This will
re-set my program accordingly so as not to inconvenience you in any way.
Please turn over."

He extracted the plug and I missed the hum more than I expected.

"Now we will fuck - but we will start slowly so as to accustom you to my
techniques and to give you the opportunity to suggest alterations which will
then be programmed immediately.

"Please examine the remote carefully. You should get your fingers accustomed
to knowing exactly where each button lies without looking. It is not
activated at the moment so you may experiment."

As the Programer had promised there were buttons for speed, depth, degree of
violence, fore, aft, suck and fuck, many of which could be pressed in
combinations. And, of course, START and STOP. And END.

"Of course you can also prompt me verbally but it may not always be
convenient - perhaps you will be shouting other things in your , your
ecstacy. Or maybe you will have asked me to gag you - perhaps with my fat
cock?"

"And what does AT WILL mean?"

"Ah. That is when you want me to control the situation as I wish. Or as I
have been programmed to do without your commands. At my will, in fact. That
will ensure the most intense sessions you could possibly enjoy -without any
interruption by your will."

"But isn't that a bit - ?"

"Dangerous? Perhaps. It is something you might not wish to use until we are
much better acquainted. Eventually we may be so well attuned that the
remote will not be necessary - when our brain-waves will also have become
very well acquainted."

Before I could quite digest this he laid a paw on my dick and put one of
mine on his.

"All you have to do now is say ACTIVATE and things will begin at once. Do
not worry if this session a short one. Just enjoy me!"

I certainly will! The moment is here at last.

"ACTIVATE!"

Under my hand his dick swelled and stretched to enormous proportions, The
growth was so powerful that it pushed my hand upward toward his pecs where
its tip reached his impossibly deep cleavage.

Mine had shot up to its full nine inches and was throbbing at an insane
rate. My head was now propelled towards his dick-head and my lips greedily
opened to encompass as much of it as I could. I lifted the remote, still in
my hand, and looked for FUCK+FORE. He started to force his dick into my
throat but, on this first "acquaintance" it couldn't get very far.

When I finally let it go, I pulled myself up to the level of his head.

"On top of me!" I hissed, and he rolled his bulk over, pec to pec, mouth to
mouth. He almost drove the wind out of me with his weight, but I was so
involved with sucking his tongue into my throat that I failed to notice for
some time that his dick was still dry-fucking FORE on my abs. I wrapped my
legs around that armor-plated waist and pressed FUCK+AFT.

I lay back as he hoisted my legs still higher over his shoulders and
expertly positioned his huge fuck-rod in between my glutes.



"FUCK ME!" I commanded verbally and pressed SLOW. At once he drove into me
and I understood at once why the plug had been "converting" me. The huge
flesh-pole filled my entire being which was now gently, but thoroughly
ploughed. I dared to press DEEPER and FASTER and almost regretted it - but
not for long. I started to moan as I realized this man was MINE and my mind
was filled with muscle-delirium.

I pressed VICIOUS just to see what his pile-driving might be like. His jaw
tensed, his eyes rolled back and he started to mutter in some
computer-babble language as his dick swelled even more and rammed into my
depths. Gasping with delight I must accidentally have pressed AT WILL
because he started to go crazy.

First he almost withdrew, then he started full depth strokes which began
slow and ended with a sharp jab to max insertion. After a while he pulled
half-way out and began to rotate his hips, causing his pole to rub hard
against parts of me that had never known man then it was full depth, hard,
fast and vicious. It was terrifying but so exciting that I splurted my
copious splooge all over his face and my abs. He was still going at full
speed after my last spasm had subsided and I was compelled to yell STOP! The
command apparently not only stopped the action but caused him to erupt in my
innermost parts. I felt my tubes somehow sucking this into me and
energizing me at the same time.

Sweat poured off the both of us. He got up and washed me down with a warm
damp cloth. He sat and leaned over me.

"That was perhaps unwise at our first session - but I understand it was a
mistake. If you had not shouted STOP I might have done you some damage as
your tubes are not YET fully accustomed to my equipment. But that will not
take long, I am sure."

All through his little lecture I caressed his muscles - satin on steel, so
thick,so hard, so beautiful. I found my dick spasming again as I pressed the
giant's pecs upon my own and wrapped my arms around the living boulder of a
back. Strangely I felt energized by this abbreviated fuck session, not
shagged out at all.



He got up to activate some computer lock on the huge cabin-trunk and it
swung open to reveal a cabinet of mystery: part laboratory, part storage,
part freezer.

He made me drink a good pint of some protein preparation which both warmed
and froze my innards as I drank it. He swallowed a jug of the same stuff.
The he pressed one of those giant pecs into my hands and guided my face to
the big nip.

"Now SUCK!"

Soon I was rewarded with a spurt of liquid tasting very like the protein
drink - only this muscle-milk bent my mind out of shape as if I had
swallowed a ton of Ecstacy.

"Now you are ready to work out!"

And, shit, I was!

He soon taught me what working out was really about - form, schedules,
supplements, rest and soon I started to see the benefits. Over the weeks
I grew and grew.

The days were full: two workouts, six meals, two naps, three fuck sessions
yeah I was happy. I was fulFILLED.

Gradually the meals became more and more of his liquid preparations and less
and less meat and potatoes. As well as the super-nourishment I was getting
from receiving or imbibing his powerful muscle milk three times a day - and
always before workouts. How could I help but grow?

It wasn't long before I realized that I'd fallen in love with this
muscle-monster and he was showing increasing signs of affection towards me:
hands ruffling my hair, arms folded around me while I was reading. On many
occasions I woke up to find him leaning over me with a smile.

Workouts were sacrosanct - no funny stuff but often at the end he'd let
me feel his pumped-up muscles. Explore the amazing valleys and ridges
between striations, trace the path of the huge veins that fed his
musculificence with my tongue: from the succulent pecs, over the alpine
ridges of his abs, down the slope of his obliques as they poured down
towards his fuck-meat. He'd lean over a bench-press and press my face
between the huge, striated glutes, as I teased his ass-hole with my
insistent and greedy tongue. Oh, sure, he loved that! It would nearly
always lead to a fuck there and then. So would a hungry licking of the
underside of his erect fuck-meat, the swallowing of his huge nuts, the
sucking of my lips along the sides of his cock until I could no longer
resist plunging the swollen corona into my hot mouth.

Often this led to him sitting me on his velvety, thick steel rod and taking
me for a gallop. I guess this counted towards his 20% passivity, the rest
being when he sucked me off with a finger or two stuck up my ass, He only
had to do that and I would activate AT WILL with greater and greater
frequency.

Then he would go wild. Wonderfully wild. Fucking wonderfully wild.

Eventually I was able to sustain his mammoth fucks in seventeen different
positions without activating the Cry Uncle button. Full depth, full speed,
fully vicious, But sometimes he would start by being incredibly gentle and
work up to a passion. At others he would tear into me, roaring like a crazy
man until his considerable lust was sated. Eventually I learned to control
my splooging until he was ready and we could erupt together. Those were
the best of the good times.

After two or three months I noticed I was getting to be more and more like
him. Not as big yet, but a lot bigger. The first thing I noticed was that
my hair was getting coarser and developing a golden sheen to match my
increasingly burnished tan. Then it was my dick. One evening he sat
holding our dicks in his two hands, comparing the size. He started to
frot them both in his calloused hands, bringing them swiftly to full
erection. Only then did I see that mine was now as thick as his, if not as
yet quite as long, and that my corona had actually changed shape to match
his.

"Satisfactory progress!" he said, before going down on mine. We were soon
sixty-nining it and this led inevitably to a major fuck session. It was as
if this new discovery had fueled something extra in his libido and that
night he made me come twice before he allowed the usual eruption in my
innards. Still connected, he pulled my head down on to his swollen iron
pillow pecs.

"Now suck! I'll give you a lot more tonight, and tomorrow you will see
more changes,"

I sucked on his big, hard nip with delighted abandon. He shoved a big
finger or two up my ass as if to spur me on and it wasn't long before a good
pint flowed from his sensitive nip down my throat. Then he hoisted me on to
the other side for another pint. This part of my diet always made me fall
asleep, head cushioned on those pecs which never seemed to be depleted after
a milking.

In the morning he stood me beside him in front of the big mirror. My head
came up to his eyes - it had only been up to his chin, I thought, And, yes,
my pecs were a lot fuller - and more vascular.

I looked at him in wonder as he massaged my pecs. He grinned, and moved one
of my hands on to his muscular marvels.

"Soon your nips'll be pointing down and I'll be milking you! "

It was at about that time that I noticed little irregularities in his
programing. Nothing much - maybe a few extra fuck-strokes after I'd
activated END, and an unwillingness to stop after we'd been going AT WILL
and we'd both cum. When the few extra strokes became many, I thought it was
time to call the hot-line, which I did, feeling a bit treacherous, when he
was busy in the kitchen.

True to the Company's word, the mechanic arrived in twenty minutes. I was
somewhat surprised to see it was the Programer himself - not as surprised as
my Prize who turned an accusing eye on me when he had answered the door.
Tactfully he returned to the kitchen in a sorrowful silence.

I gave the Programer my reasons for calling him.

"Oh, minor problems, sir. They'll only take a moment to adjust."

He paused as he was about to leave the room and gave me an appraising look.



"It seems as if you have been benefitting from His attentions, sir? Much
improved, if I may say so."

I blushed.

"And I know how much you have both been enjoying yourselves - you see, we
have to monitor the information He automatically transmits to us while he is
enjoying you. Valuable data for our files, you understand?"

I didn't but I let it go. He called Him from the kitchen and had him lie
on the bed. The big cabinet was opened and the Programer produced some
small tools from his brushed metal briefcase. As he bent over the case I
was surprised to see he too had a small silver disc set in the nape of his
neck. I had a few twinges of nerves when the adjustments made caused Him to
spasm a little. I sat on the bed and laid a comforting hand on his chest.

"Oh, very nice!"

I wondered whether he was referring to the domestic scene on the bed or to
the adjustments he had now completed.

"One last thing - I need to attune you to Him - would you place a finger or
two on the disc at the back of his neck. Yes, and leave the other hand on
his chest, if you would."

I did as I was told.

"Ready?" said the little man as he donned a pair of dark glasses.

"Sure!" I said nervously. Something was pressed or a dial was turned,
don't know what, but there was a brilliant flash from the cabinet and I felt
an electric shock zing through me from my hands to my nuts. Immediately He
sat up and put his arms around me, almost as if to protect me. The
Programer closed case and cabinet and turned slowly towards us.

"Excellent. Quite excellent. Of course, one or the other can always call us
if there are any further problems, but I really doubt if there will be. Oh,
and I've brought a new additive we have been working on to add to your
nutrition program. Just add one of these vials to the tank every time you
refill it. I think you'll find a substantial increase in your growth
factor. One every two days should do it."

I saw him to the door where we had a quiet word.

"I'm really grateful this has turned out to be fucking wonderful sorry,
he's turned out to be everything I desired! "

"Oh, I know, sir! So glad you're pleased. I can tell from your vastly
improved appearance that the whole scheme has been a great success. And,
"laying a conspiratorial hand on my naked arm, "I can assure you things can
only get better and better from here on!" And he was gone.

I turned from the door to find Him right behind me.

"Thank you for that," he said and swept me into a spontaneous embrace
something he had never done before. My dick, which was never less than
semi-tumescent these days, immediately sprang to full mast between his
humongous quads which squeezed it tight.

"Let's fuck!" I breathed.

And for the first time he was disobedient.

"No, lunch first, fuck afterwards!"

This statement was to mark a turning-point in our relationship which, from
here on out, achieved a much more intimate state of equality. Day by day he
became more of a friend and less of a servant. I liked it.

Meanwhile he regaled me with a quart of newly-constituted nutrition which
now had a reddish tinge as a result of the new additive. Whether it was
that, or His increased warmth, I felt hornier than ever and the after-lunch
sex session was one of our best. His huge body seemed to consume me, to
possess me as I squirmed my growing muscle under his, locked at one end by
his tongue wrestling mine and by his pounding fuck-pole at the other.



Indeed, from now on, sex became wilder, inhibitions and propriety thrown to
the wind. After we had both exploded we flung ourselves into the pool and
started all over again, above water and below it. He forced my aching dick
against the powerful intake jet of the pool while he fucked me from the
rear, his fingers clenched on my nips which more sensitive than ever.

He pulled me out of the pool and flung me down on one of the inflatables. He
knelt beside me, stuck a finger up my well-used ass-hole, and proceeded to
suck, hard, on one of my nips. Suddenly my whole body gave a lurch, there
was a ping inside the nip and I could feel stuff flowing from it as he
sucked it from me. Then the other side.

"Not much," he grinned, "but there will be more!"

"Much" or not, whatever, it turned him into a mad thing. He tore at my
muscles and I tore at his. For the first time ever he sat on my dick and
bounced happily up and down while I clutched at his pecs.

"So this is what it's like!" he laughed. "No wonder you want so much of
it!"

But as soon as I jetted into him he had me turned on my face and ploughed me
furiously.

This pattern repeated itself day by day. Although the routine was strictly
adhered to: fuck, meal, workout, meal, nap, fuck, meal, workout, meal, R-
and-R period, meal, fuck, sleep - the workouts and the fuck sessions became
more and more intense.

After a week or so of sheer madness I realized we hadn't been using the
remote.

"Oh, you don't need that any more - I told you we'd eventually become
attuned!"

It was also then that I realized we were on AT WILL in every session.

But through it all I was growing, growing. And sex was wilder and wilder.
He was more like a lover every day - even if he was becoming a masterful
lover. I didn't mind that either. Some times I thought I'd gone
muscle-sex crazy: I was as insatiable as He had become and all I wanted was
to be used by Him in whatever way he chose. Possessed, in fact.

My new musculificence was my reward.

Came the day when the mirror revealed I was now practically His clone. I
was as tall as He, our muscles had definitely been cloned from each other,
we had the same tawny hair, the same tan the only differences were minor
facial ones and the fact that I had brown eyes while His were that
devastating sapphire blue.

"It's time to report our success to the Office, " he said as he hugged me
close, no longer looking down on me. "You call them, or shall I?"

"You do it," I said, "then come back to bed. I need a good fuck."

He left the front door on the latch and obliged. We were in mid-fuck, me on
my back with my legs clenching His waist, when the door opened and there was
the Programer. Our current activity did not seem to surprise him: he never
turned a hair as he stood there at the end of the bed, briefcase in hand.
It didn't disturb my partner either as He continued to fuck me in my
favorite position.

"Why, yes, I can see he's quite ready for us - even in that position! You
think he's ready for conversion?"

Looking back on it, I realized I was so besotted that this strange question
went in one of my ears and out the other.

"Oh, yes. Quite ready. More than ready!" He said as he leaned down to give
me a kiss.

"Well, I must congratulate you - the powers-that-be will be ecstatic at your
success."

"I am too," I breathed, never taking my eyes off those sapphires three
inches away from my face.



"Oh, quite, I can see that not that your opinion is really of interest any
longer."

If I had been sober this remark would have given me cause for thought but,
as it was, I just shoved my pelvis that much harder on His fucking fuck-pole
to encourage a more vicious attack.

"Well, I have all the papers for transference of Property with me. You
think you can persuade him to sign them?"

"With my dick up him, " he gave an extra violent shove to my libidinous
interior, "he'll do anything I want, won't you, lover?"

That was the first time he's ever used the word. I was ecstatic.

"Of course - anything! Just fuck me!"

The Programer held a pen and a clip-board with document attached over His
back so I could reach around Him to sign it.

"Should he read it first?" sad the Programer, retreating a little. "Coercion
you know?"

Why the fuck did I need to read anything just at this moment? He was all
that mattered to me. Three more violent prods of The Fuck-Rod and I said
"Naw. I trust Him, don't I, Lover?

"You'd better!" he laughed.

So I signed. The Programer hastily put the paper away and addressed Him in
his usual formal way.

"Thus will confirm that he has signed his complete assets over to you,
physical and financial -- except for the twenty percent which you will be
due to pay over to the Company. This includes his personal self in the
bodily form which we have created between us - "

"Which I have created, thank you!" He said in steely tones.

"Yes, yes, of course! This makes him your possession - to enjoy at will.
Shall we proceed with the Conversion, so that the aging process is halted?"

"Sure, "He said, "Pass me the gear."

While the Programer fetched a strange sort of helmet-thing from the cabinet,
He coaxed me half-way into an understanding of what they were about to do.

"Now, I promise this isn't going to hurt you - in fact, you'll enjoy it.
And after it you'll be very, very happy. And so will I! Now, I want you to
put your fingers on my ID plate........"

I let him close the helmet over my head. I could now see nothing, hear
nothing but a hum that sent tremors through my entire body. His hand
placed mine on the nape of His neck, and his dick remained firmly within me.

I felt a sudden violent jolt at the back of my neck, and a succession of the
same which swept over my entire body, downwards from my neck and upwards
from my feet. Both waves came to rest simultaneously in my dick and balls
and, at the point of juncture, I felt another huge jolt up my backside one
which He must have felt in his dick too.

The helmet was removed. The Programer and his papers had vanished. We were
alone. He was nursing the back of my neck. I put a hand up and felt the
metal disc that had been installed. I felt proud. Proud to be His.

"Yep. Omega 970. Feel OK?"

"Fuck yes! Feel wonderful! You gonna go on with the fuck?"

"No. You've got no idea what I'm gonna do, now or ever, so don't worry your
big self. You'll get so much fucking, you won't know yourself! But now it's
food time! Fetch that jug from the kitchen, will you, lover? We both got
to get bigger!"

I was so happy, feeling so wondrously free and so fucking full of some new
energy, I didn't even notice how our positions had suddenly been reversed.
Nor did I care - then or ever.

I was His, that was all that mattered to me.

His forever -

To use -

AT WILL.
** * * * **

The triumphant success of this conversion encouraged many others to follow
its lead. At first it was of course only available to the very rich but,
as the Company's funds increased and when Converted subjects began to be
seen in High Office throughout the country, laws were passed to ensure its
general availability through the newly generated National Health Service.

Physique contests became as popular as the best Hollywood Movies and the
orgies that ensued on every occasion ensured many thousands of new
converts. The conversion method replaced all steroid activity and, as
athletes in all sports achieved maximum benefit from the process, ninety
percent of the population, heterosexual as well as homosexual, benefitted
from their shining example to apply for and receive Conversion.

This first affidavit is preserved in the Halls of Congress and is reprinted
here by permission of the Government as the beacon that led our Nation,
indeed the World, to its present happy state of sexually-driven

Musculificence.