Project Solaris (P1)

[Shelby]

British Army HQ, Andover, 18th May 2011
Brigadier Applegate looked at the proposal in front of him. It read like science fiction, rather then science fact. Research sponsored by the British Museum had uncovered what they were calling an ?outpost of Atlantis? off the shores of Cornwall. Details of their work had been passed to the Intelligence Services and their code breakers. Who had in turn claimed to have translated some of the science of Atlantis which included detailed work on how the Atlanteans had increased their strength and intelligence.

The results of that research now served as a proposal for experimentation via RAPTC (Royal Army Physical Training Corps) on ?exceptional specimens? to ?enhance their capabilities?. The recent strategic defence review had proposed significant reductions in the number of troops, but the secret defence black ops budget had remained untouched.

The Brigadier looked at the proposal and the diagram of an Atlantean man, recovered from the outpost. The man was just over 6foot tall and was built like a Greek God. He was smooth skinned and every muscle stood out in clear definition, what modern day fitness fans called the ?aesthetic look? but this was more than a lean build. The muscles were large and spoke of a powerful warrior.

With a single stroke, the Brigadier authorised the programme. Little did he know what results would follow?

RAPTC Base, Aldershot, 3rd April 2014
Captain Thomas Moore knew that the programme was failing. After almost three years of work and several test subjects, no-one had responded to the ?treatments?. As a Doctor of Medicine, Captain Moore was totally committed to the programme. Improved health, strength, immune systems. The benefits of the programme would be impressive, but all 41 of the test subjects had not responded to the treatment.

He knew that their latest test subject, Lance Corporal Brian Weir would be their last. Top Brass were not happy with the lack of results and the money that had been wasted. He looked over Weir?s file. It was impressive, as was the man himself. He was a highly trained martial artist and had fought in several tournaments. Coupled with his pinpoint accuracy with a gun, Weir was a great asset.

Brain Weir stood at 6? 3? and weighed 15.2 stone. He had perfect 20/20 vision, blond hair and clear blue eyes. In another time and place, he would be held up as the Aryan ideal. His bodyfat was 7.5% and his physical measurements were equally impressive. He had recently taken, and passed, the extensive tests join the SAS. His transfer had been agreed, but before his transfer from Colchester to the SAS base in Hereford, he was going to be posted to Aldershot to join ?Project Solaris?.

Colchester Barracks, 4th April 2014.
Lance Corporal Weir finished his morning exercise routine, he was alone in the army gym. Granted it was 05:30, and he had started his work out at 04:00, but the solitude suited him just fine as there was no waiting for equipment to become free. He stood admiring his physique in front of a large posing mirror in the locker room. He flexed his arms in a double biceps pose, watching as they rose to 17.5?, filled with the blood from his pump. He cupped his 45? chest with one hand, feeling the hard slabs of muscles that formed his pecs before his hand drifted down to a solid 6 pack and his 34? waist. He had not worked his legs today, but they were every bit as impressive as the rest of him.

Brian slowly worshipped himself as his hands continued to explore his body. He felt his cock start to respond to his self-admiration and pulled down his shorts to reveal his swelling manhood. Brian was a big boy? everywhere. He stroked his hardening cock as it grew from a soft 4?x4? to an impressive 8?x6?. He pumped his cock fast and hard with one hand, while exploring his rock hard body with the other and was rewarded a few moments later with thick ribbons of cum splattering the mirror.

Smiling to himself, Brian left his mess on the mirror and had a shower. Today was his last day on base before his transfer to Aldershot for some final training before his transfer and he wanted to leave a gift behind?

RAPYC, Aldershot, 5th April 2014
Sergeant Spencer Jacobs had looked forward to meeting the new recruit. He had read the file and wanked over a photo of Lance Corporal Weir wearing only his martial arts trousers several times. However, Sergeant Jacobs had to admit that the reality was even more impressive. Weir?s attractiveness was clear from the photos on his file. But what was not clear was the personal charisma and charm the man possessed.

Sitting behind his desk, Sergeant Jacobs felt his cock respond to the man before him. Silently the Sergeant was grateful he did not need to stand. Weir was standing at attention, wearing a pair of army combat trousers and a tight t-shirt that did nothing but emphasise his impressive build, it hugged him like a second skin.

Weir snapped a crisp salute ?Lance Corporal Weir, reporting as ordered Sir.? His voice was deep and rich and sent more blood pumping into the Sergeants swelling cock. Jacob?s returned the salute and ordered Weir to stand at ease.

?I?m Sergeant Jacobs and I will be looking after your immediate training, while Captain Moore monitors your progress. The Captain will meet you later today at 13:00, once you have had a chance to settle into your new home for the next four weeks. You will have free use of all the gym equipment and will be expected to provide regular blood and other samples.?

Weir was dismissed after being given a nodded. He liked the look of the Sergeant, while not as impressively built as him, Sergeant Jacobs knew how to look after himself and was clearly at home in the gym. Weir noticed the Sergeant having to adjust himself several times while they spoke and smiled, wondering how he could get to see the Sarge?s package.

Weir looked around the quarter?s he had been assigned. He was a little surprised that it was a single room with an ensuite but it would serve as place to crash. He dropped his bags off and explored the rest of the small complex he would be calling home for the next month. He found a medical examination room and a door marked ?lab? was locked. But what Weir was not prepared for was the gym. ?Fuck me!?.

An impressive rack of free-weights and cardio machines lined one mirrored wall. Every weight machine and device that Weir had ever heard of was in the room, as well as several he had never seen before. The walls were all mirrored and there was a jack for him to dock his ipod and play whatever music he wanted.

Captain Moore watched Weir from behind the one way mirror. He knew that Weir was his last chance, that it was all or nothing. Slowly he reached into a fridge for a vial marked ?Solaris?. The programme called for a shot of 10cc of the serum, but Moore knew he needed results.

He pierced the top of the vial and drew out 100cc into a needle, ready for Weir?s first injection. He looked at the clock in his office, 12:55. He was sure that a massive dose would have the desired effects. He had been too timid with the earlier test subjects. He smiled to himself as the clock flipped to 12:56, in a few moments, everything would change?

[vga518]

Great first start, very well written and hot. I look forward to the following chapters.

[ilimzn]

Ah.... really some facts need to be checked in order not to spoil the realism. Let's put it this way - 4ccs is a problem to inject - a typical injection syringe has 5cc when it's completely full. 10cc needs a crazy person to attempt. 100cc injection is only possible as an IV, it's 1/10th of a liter!!! If you have ever been injected into the butt... well, immagine something 20 times bigger. The contents don't have space to fit

[Shelby]

Thanks for the info re CC's. I'm a diabetic so I regularly do 10+cc and occasionally 50cc into my stomach / upper thigh, so did not think 100cc would be an issue.



When writing the next chapter however, will bear your advice in mind.

[funboy]

Your stats are fine - don't worry. This is looking like fun. Keep it going.��

[Proteus]

Definitely an interesting, original origin for the growth mechanism.

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Shelby

Thanks for the info re CC's. I'm a diabetic so I regularly do 10+cc and occasionally 50cc into my stomach / upper thigh, so did not think 100cc would be an issue.

Nope; you inject 10+ units and occasionally 50 units. Typically, the density of insulin is 100 units per mL if you're injecting from a vial rather than a pen. (And 1 mL is 1 cc, as you undoubtedly remember from junior high school.) An insulin "unit" is an international standard, oddly enough, and you can read all about it on Wikipedia under "Insulin therapy" if you want to know what's actually in each dose.

Don't worry about not knowing that; the fact that an insulin unit is not 1 mL is not exactly the most obvious thing in the world.

More to the point: an insulin injection of 10 units would therefore typically be 0.1 mL, and 50 would be 0.5.

(And a 100 mL syringe would be like a small turkey baster. There are 1000 mL in a Liter, so imagine a syringe so large that a bundle of 20 would be able to fill a 2-Liter bottle of cola.)

500 ccs of bbs and AAs -- enough batteries and pellets to last for a month.

[hexdog3f8h]

One question:

Is it gonna make him bigger?

If yes? I don't care about ccs all I care about is inches and feet (or meters, or metres and any other measurement of the masses of beef that will come.

[Dodger]

Ultimately most of what we enjoy in this forum requires disbelief from reality weather it be changes I height, muscle mass, or defying gravity. But the authors here deserve our support because its not easy to create somethi g and then send it out.

Overall, well done.

Dodger

[Shelby]

Thanks for the positive words and feedback.
I'm currently working on chapter 2 and hope to have it up tomorrow or Tuesday evening.