Operation Genesis (2)

[Herald]

Here's part 2 of the series, guys. As promised it has some muscle growth in it. Enjoy!
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Two

General Sugo scanned the landing area cautiously as he descended from his helicopter. He always got goose bumps when he set foot in the Alcatraz facility. He marched towards the well muscled officer at the edge of the landing area.

?Good afternoon, General?, Captain Myles said as he saluted his superior, ?I hope you?ve had a nice flight.?

?Cut the crap, Captain. I?m not here for a tea party, but for the experiment. Let?s go!?

?Yes sir?, Captain Myles replied and he opened the door leading to the lab.


In the lab doctor Bugle and his assistant turned to the door nervously as the General and Captain Myles entered.

?We?re very pleased to welcome you here in the Alcatraz facility, General. Everything is ready for what may turn out to be a new dawn for the US army. These genetically enhanced super soldiers will ??

?Shut it, doctor?, General Sugo harshly stated, ?I don?t have all day so get on with it. And consider very well that this experiment will have great consequences for your career.?

?Off course, General?, doctor Bugle replied as he rushed over to his assistant at the control panel. ?Go get our volunteer?, he said and his assistant rushed out the lab.

?We?re going to combine Sergeant Grove?s DNA with the DNA of a bull, General. The bull?s strength and energy will make him into a super soldier capable of executing the hardest tasks.?

?I hope so for you, doctor?, General Sugo answered, ?or you?ll be the one executed.?


The General stopped talking as the doors on the left side of the lab opened. Doctor bugle?s assistant walked in followed by Sergeant Grove, wearing nothing but a tight military green speedo.

The clinical white light in the lab accentuated the Sergeant?s ripped, muscular body. Heavy, horseshoe-shaped triceps jutted out the back of his muscular arms hanging relaxed from his big, round shoulders; hard, vein-crossed pecs bulged from his chest above his ripped six-pack; deep cuts decorated his tree trunk-sized quads leading to his muscular calves; his soft five incher was clearly outlined in the tight speedo.

He flexed his 20 inch right arm as he saluted the General and the Captain.

Doctor Bugle?s assistant led him to the center of the lab and into Bowl 1. He attached the heavy chains around Sergeant Grove?s ankles, turned around and joined doctor Bugle at the controls.

?Ready to initiate on your command, General?, doctor Bugle said.

?Do it!?, General Sugo said without taking his eyes off Sergeant Grove.

Doctor Bugle typed the command and the glass of Bowl 1 closed around the sergeant. His assistant checked the volunteer?s vital functions as the purplish liquid started rising from the grill covered bottom of Bowl 1.

?All parameters safe, doctor?, he said as his gaze followed the rising level of the liquid in the tank.

The purplish liquid kept rising until Sergeant Grove was nearly entirely submerged; only his head stuck out from the surface.

?Ready to insert combinational DNA?, the computer screen in front of doctor Bugle noted. Bugle typed the command and a small container of a white substance was dumped in Bowl 1 by a crane, where it mixed with the purplish liquid.

?All parameters still safe, doctor. Standing by to give electric charge on your mark?, the assistant stated.

?On my mark?, doctor Bugle replied, ?5,4,3,2,1, mark!?.

The assistant pressed the red button with the skull on it and the metal sphere appeared above Bowl1. Lightning bolts shot out and passed through the purplish liquid.

As the smoke cleared, nothing had happened: Sergeant Groove still stood submerged in the purplish liquid with his head sticking out.

?Increase the voltage and hit it again!?, doctor Bugle ordered his assistant.

They upped the voltage and lightning bolts shot through the liquid again. This time painful grunts escaped Sergeant Grove?s mouth as the more powerful jolts shot through him.

Once again the smoke cleared and ? nothing had happened.


The look on General Sugo?s face was showing signs of frustration as he stared at doctor Bugle.

Needing no further encouragements, doctor Bugle pushed his assistant aside and turned the voltage controller entirely open. Warnings flickered on the computer screen as the metal sphere above Bowl 1 charged.

?You?ll fry him!?, his assistant yelled as doctor Bugle pushed the red button with the skull on it.

They all had to cover their eyes as blindening lightning bolts shot from the sphere in the purplish liquid.

Load, very painful screams came out of Bowl 1 as the electricity shot through Sergeant Grove and the stench of burned pork started to fill the lab.

?Drain the tank!?, Bugle screamed at his assistant as he ended the electric charges.

The sound of a draining liquid emerged from the smoke and was followed by a load thud.


The four men eagerly stepped towards Bowl 1 as the smoke cleared slowly. The strong stench of burnt meat made them gag and they stepped back in disbelief as the smoke cleared. They stared at the tank.

Sergeant Grove?s lifeless body lay on his stomach on the bottom of Bowl 1, his body was dark red and covered in burns; the military green speedo had melted away, exposing his muscular ass; his head was covered with several black spots where the skin had been burned to the skull.

Doctor bugle?s assistant opened Bowl 1 and rushed in. ?He?s still breathing. Get him over to the infirmary?, he ordered as three soldiers came into the lab alarmed by the smoke and stench.

As they carried the sergeant out followed by the assistant, General Sugo stepped up to doctor Bugle.

?This ends Operation Genesis once and for all. And your career, doctor. You have two months to dismantle your installations. Then you?ll join our newly formed suicide squad. Captain Myles, your team will be reduced by half next month and be deployed to secure the Guantanamo facility?, the General ordered as he left the lab and rushed to his helicopter.



The next two weeks were the most hectic ones in the Alcatraz facility so far. Doctor Bugle and his assistant nearly drowned in the work. Dismantling the installations proved to be much more work than the installation itself. And the prospect of the suicide squad didn?t increase their motivation either. Luckily for them, Sergeant Grove seemed to be recovering well from his injuries. But his body didn?t show any signs of the treatment it had undergone in Bowl 1.

At the end of the first month since the incident (that never took place officially), Sergeant Grove had fully recovered and was put in charge of the sweeping squad that had to clear the Alcatraz facility of any signs of Operation Genesis (which disappeared from the military records). 80 % of the military personnel was transferred to the Guantanamo facility at that time, leaving only doctor Bugle and his assistant (who would leave for the suicide squad within two weeks), Captain Myles, Sergeant Grove and 10 soldiers to close down the Alcatraz facility.


By the end of the next week Sergeant Grove finally got the permission to restart working out. He felt like a child in a candy store as he stepped in the gym after five long weeks of recovery. Due to the reduced personnel, the gym was deserted.

He walked over to the bench press, loaded the bar with his old warm-up weight and started pumping out the reps. I missed this feeling, he thought as he felt the burning sensation as blood filled his pecs. He racked the bar, grabbed a pair of dumbbells lying on the floor and quickly did some flyes. The burning sensation in his chest increased and he dropped the weight as his arms began to shake.

He got up and smiled at his reflection in the mirror. His pumped pecks stretched his tight tank top to its limits. Some veins and striations were visible through the light material as were his hard nipples.

Sergeant Grove blinked as he thought to see a glimpse of movement in the mirror. He looked over his shoulder and saw a soldier doing barbell curls in the left corner of the gym. He turned around and decided to head for the showers. As he walked towards the locker room, he heard the soldier say: ?I love my perfect 19 inchers. Such sculpted mass.?

Sergeant Grove smirked and turned to the soldier. He was noticeably smaller than the Sergeant, probably around 5?10 and around 170 pounds. He had a well muscled physique and his 19 inch arms could rival his 20 inchers in build and mass. ?If you?re interested in working out together, I could give you some pointers. We could spot each other?, he said.

?Thank you, sir?, the soldier replied, ?That would be an honor!?

?What?s your name??

?Marcel, sir?.

?Okay, Marcel, tomorrow 1000 hours?, Sergeant Grove said as he entered the locker room.


He stripped off his workout gear and stepped in the shower zone. He turned on the water and sighed as the heat cascaded down his muscular frame. He saw a figure approaching through the fog.


?Glad to see you?re back in the gym, Matt?, a low and familiar voice said.

Captain Myles broad, muscular body appeared through the fog. Drops of water ran down the cuts of his ripped, bodybuilder physique.

?You?ve lost some mass, Matt. What do you weigh nowadays??, the Captain asked.

?195, sir. I?ve lost about 20 pounds?, Sergeant Grove replied without taking his eyes of his superior?s muscular frame. A warm sensation seemed to spread in his body.

?No need to blush, Matt?, Captain Myles said as he noted the redness in the sergeant?s face, ?we both know you?ve always admired my spectacular body. You?re already saluting my perfect muscles right now, I see.?

Filled with hot sensations, Sergeant Grove looked down and saw his five incher swelling to its full 8 inches in a hard salute; precum slid down his throbbing, hard shaft.

?You?re that eager to suck me off??, Captain Myles stated mockingly as he stroked his cock to hardness.

He pushed Sergeant Grove down on his knees and his hard nine incher smacked him in the face.

?Open wide, here comes the plane?, the captain said as he shoved his dick in Sergeant Grove?s mouth, grabbed the back of his head and smashed his face against his hard eight-pack.

Disorientation filled the sergeant?s mind as the hot sensations kept spreading across his body and the captain kept smacking his face against his hard eight-pack. Fearing to fall backwards, Sergeant Grove put his hands on the captain?s quads to steady himself.

?Want to feel a real man?s legs, boy??, Captain Myles grunted between fastening breaths as he felt the hands on his quads and continued shoving the sergeant?s face up and down his pulsating nine incher.


?AAHH?

A painful groan left Captain Myles? mouth as he felt the sergeant?s fingers digging slightly in his quads.

?Want to feel these tree-trunks flex, boy??, the captain grunted and he flexed his quads. Deep striations appeared between the meaty muscles.


?AAAHHH?

Captain Myles let out a louder, more painful groan as the sergeant?s fingers dug powerfully in his flexed quads.


He looked down and stared in disbelief at the growing figure that was sucking him off.

Sergeant Grove?s already muscular frame was bulging with beefing up muscles. His calves exploded, tripling in size in a matter of seconds; the hamstrings at the back of his kneeling legs swelled with mass underneath the globes of his inflating ass; his expanding quads began pushing against the captain?s shins as layer upon layer of meat appeared on them; his big hands covered the captain?s muscular quads nearly completely and dug in hem as if it were pudding; veins and cords of swelling muscles rippled on his expanding forearms leading up to his inflating biceps; the football-sized muscles swelled like two vein-crossed balloons as they kept increasing in mass and girth; below them heavy triceps pushed outwards; his shoulders widened beyond the size of a doorframe as his delts exploded into two bowling ball-sized, ripped, muscular masses of meat; his expanding pecs pushed striations and veins up against his paper thin skin at the verge of ripping and fought for room against the swelling biceps; the large shadow cast by these watermelon-sized pecs couldn?t hide the deep cuts of his improving six-pack as it deepened and hardened out into an incredible twelve-pack; further down, a rock hard cock stuck through between the captain?s muscular calves as it pulsed atop two bull-sized balls.

The pressure on the captain?s quads disappeared as the large paws let go of his still flexed muscles. Captain Myles shivered as he felt a sudden cold sensation around his cock. He looked down and saw the sergeant sliding his huge mouth from the throbbing, rock hard nine incher. The hot air in the shower zone felt cold compared to the warm mouth his cock had been in.

Captain Myles fell on his back as he stared in disbelief at Sergeant Grove getting up from his knees. His mouth fell open as the sergeant?s hulking form towered over him, dominating the large shower zone. The captain?s rock hard nine incher throbbed at the sight and his balls blasted out five big loads of cum that shot through his pulsing shaft.
The huge loads of cum shot from the purple head with full force, travelled through the air and splattered against Sergeant Grove?s deeply grooved twelve-pack.

Captain Myles had never cummed as much, but even this huge amount of cum wasn?t enough to completely cover one row of Sergeant Grove?s big abs.

[maximum360]

Fantastic! Keep up the good work!

[jts]

Great story! Can't wait for part 3!