Aerobic

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Originally Posted by nnnrg

Cute but "Bee" is apis, not apus. Different sound

Good pun, though.

OH ZING!!

OUT-NERDED by the NNNNRG-MAN!!!

Tekuno, turn in your SNARK!

*SNAP!*

[tekuno]

Sorry for further delays. I have a cold which is annoying and horrible and tenacious, and spent the entire period from Sunday to Thursday with my head so gummed-up that I couldn't concentrate on anything. And just to make things even more fun, my laptop is starting to show signs of physical failure, which is an annoyance and a potential expense which I really don't need right now. And now it's supposed to snow again, too! Wonderful!

Originally Posted by Mdlftr

O.k., Colonel Mustard. Meet me in the conservatory. I have a monkey wrench to show you.........

Just call me Doctor Lucky.

Originally Posted by nnnrg

Cute but "Bee" is apis, not apus. Different sound

Good pun, though.

It's tempting to say I don't care, but I have to admit this really bugs me (no pun intended, although you notice I'm leaving it in). I got "apus" from Google Translate, when I put in "bee" in English and told it to translate to Latin. As mentioned in another thread, I don't actually speak Latin myself (I took a couple of years of ancient Greek in college, and took to it like a duck to merchant banking, to borrow a phrase, but no Latin), but there's a section in a Dr. Thorndyke mystery where there's someone translating a passage from Latin which has bees in it, so I knew "bee" stood a good chance of coming close to what I wanted. I knew Google was a shifty, untrustworthy company, but <sarcasm>I didn't think they'd go that far just to screw me up. </sarcasm>

I notice that Google Translate no longer gives me "apus" as a choice when I do the same thing; instead, it gives "bee" a default translation of "vt" (which I suppose is supposed to mean "transitive verb" as it often does, but I couldn't tell you why it thinks that an abbreviation for a part of speech is actually a translation ? let alone a translation for a totally different part of speech) with alternate options of "apis" and "apes" instead. So if I had waited and gone back now, I would have had a certain amount of getting it right. And just think: if the futurists are right, soon you'll be able to buy a self-driven car powered by Google technology! Won't that be a fun adventure!

This next part is a little short, partially because I've been so sick and I just want to get something posted, but partially because as of the end of this part we're done with The List and we can now get on to the plot twist and the more interesting, unusual stuff. (Next time, maybe I'll give you the list. I don't want to do it here because until you finish this part there's still a spoiler in it.)

Here, since this isn't very long, have a couple of visually unusual They Might Be Giants music videos instead:
The Shadow Government
Bastard Wants To Hit Me

Aerobic
Part 11

*****

Martin was in the kitchen, getting a meal ready. It annoyed him to have to do it ? this was really Brian's job. But there was no helping it. Just in case, he put on his loincloth and an apron, which looked comic but was preferable to spilling hot food directly on his skin.

Brian and Trevor were both still off overseeing things. (He was a bit worried about Brian ? the man may not have grown since the backyard "gym" went away, but he was still too large to be entirely inconspicuous, even hidden among a construction company with its share of amateur bodybuilders... and of course Trevor, being the smaller, was out and about among corporate types... who knew what they made of him? Of course, most of them were under orders not to notice Trevor and Brian's size, but that wouldn't stop anyone who saw security camera footage, or just happened to pass by. Oh, well, several weeks too late to worry about it now.)

At least they had agreed to get him a set of mirrors. It wasn't as good as having Brian or Trevor (or both!) crawling all over his muscles, but at least he could watch a giant musclestud jacking off. But he had to keep stopping, every four or five orgasms, because he was so hungry all the time now. Expanding his balls had been a great idea, no question; in the three weeks since he had done it, they had continued to increase production in proportion to the way they had before then. Next week, they would be able to try some of Martin's other ideas. But something about it seemed to kick the rest of his growth into overdrive as well. He'd been trying to "listen", but if his body was trying to tell him anything, it was apparently speaking too low to be heard.

It was actually becoming difficult to live in the house now. He was almost tall enough to scrape his head along the ceilings. He was too broad for the doors, and also much too tall for them, so every time he moved from room to room he more or less had to crawl. That left him with more than enough room, but he couldn't help wondering what would happen if he kept growing... construction had to move faster!

He was chopping up fish ? given his intake, it was so much cheaper to buy whole ones and do the extra prep work ? when the doorbell rang. He froze for a second, then relaxed. Nothing to do with him; probably a girl scout selling cookies or something.

Then the knocking began. A voice called out Trevor's name a few times. The knocking rose to a crescendo ? actually reached a point where it would be more accurately described as "pounding" ? before it finally stopped. There was a muttering, and then silence. Martin resumed cutting up fish.

When the back door was smashed in, he was so startled that he cut himself with the knife. He looked over and saw a tall, muscular man with curly black hair, breathing heavily and pushing the damaged door back on its hinges. The newcomer stared up at Martin, his cock obviously hardening at the sight. Martin sighed; this was one of the things he had been worried about.

"Come here and sit down."

The man looked extremely surprised as his body obeyed the command.

"Tell me who you are, whether anyone is with you, and what you're here for."

"My name is Alex, I'm here alone, and I'm here to find Trevor because I need to know what's in the stuff he sold me."

"I see. You just sit there and stay quiet until I tell you otherwise."

Martin examined the door; fortunately, the bolt hadn't been on, so only the area around the latch had actually broken off. He pushed the main part of the door back into place, bolted it, and walked calmly to the bathroom to bandage his hand.

After this was finished, he picked up his cell phone and very carefully ? the damn things were so small and fragile; if it wasn't for the dangers of having a workman in, he'd get a landline instead ? he called Trevor.

"Trevor?"

"Yes? What is it?"

"A guy named Alex just showed up looking for you. Seems to be urgent."

"A guy named Alex? I don't remember any guy with that name."

"Seems to have been a client of yours."

"Will he listen to you?"

"Yup. Anything I should ask him right now?"

"Not that I can think of offhand. Huh. I was busy, but I don't remember any Alexes. I'll finish up here as soon as I can. Probably another hour or so. Tell him to wait for me ? maybe I'll recognize him when I see him."

"Great."

Martin hung up and returned to the kitchen. Very pointedly, he didn't say a word to the intruder. He finished preparing the fish and assembled the rest of his meal. While the fish was cooking, he brought the other things to the table, sat down, and ate. The smaller man stared as Martin ate, growing more and more astonished as it became clear that Martin was going to eat it all. Finally, Martin sat back.

He was of two minds about what to do. On the one hand, it was clear that the he was going to need to "persuade" him to go away at some point. But on the other hand, it was probably best for Trevor to do the questioning ? there was a risk that he would miss something if he tried to pry.

He looked at the man again. He was smaller than Trevor, but still large enough to unmistakably be a bodybuilder. Or maybe "to have been" would be a better description ? on closer examination, he seemed to be around 35 or 40. Of course, he obviously had made some gains on the formula, but he looked like he must have been a gym rat from early on. The diluted version of the formula that was all the dealers were selling wasn't really all that powerful. (They'd been keeping an eye on the first couple of clients, just to keep a frame of reference. Both of them had put on around 70 pounds of muscle so far, and perhaps an inch of height, and were still gaining.)

Finally, Martin relented. The guy might have someone waiting for him. At least he should find out that much.

"Trevor said he'd here in an hour or so. Tell me, you have anyone expecting you somewhere, or something?"

"No, there's nobody waiting for me."

"Okay, then you can just wait quietly for Trevor. I have things to do."

The first thing, of course, was to jack off. It had been nearly an hour, now, since he last came, and his cock was starting to harden by itself. When he stood up from the table, Alex stared as Martin's cock pushed his apron up. He stared even harder when Martin took the apron off; the loincloth was now far too small to conceal Martin's balls, and his erection pushed it out of the way anyway. Martin ignored him and headed for the living room to masturbate.

He managed two rounds before the timer went off for the fish. He swaggered back into the kitchen ? it was so rare to be able to show off these days that he had almost forgotten he could, now ? and put the fish on a plate. He pulled out his chair again, sat down, and started to eat, to the further surprise of Alex.

When he had eaten the fish, he went back to the mirror ? he could feel Alex stare at his ass, and smirked ? and continued. Something about being seen by someone new really seemed to fire him up. So much so that when Trevor came in, rather than taking him to Alex, he grabbed him, pulled off his clothing, and jammed his cock in. After the initial round, Trevor worshipped Martin's muscles until Martin finally grabbed him and held him under the arms for another round in front of the mirror, nibbling Trevor's neck and massaging his nipples.

When it was finally over, Martin capped the container of semen.

"Oh, yeah, there's that Alex guy in the kitchen. Forgot all about him."

Trevor paused in the middle of putting his pants back on.

"Oh yeah, right. Me too."

"No rush; there's nobody waiting for him or anything. Dunno why he was so desperate to get here. He broke the back door, you know."

"Really? I'll call Brian. He said they were putting up doors today, so he ought to have enough practice to handle it by now."

"Great. Meanwhile, let's handle the guy."

He followed Trevor to the kitchen.

"Okay, Alex, was it? You're going to answer Trevor's questions now."

"Uh... are you sure it's me you're looking for?"

"Yes, quite certain."

"Why do you want to look for me?"

"You're the one who started selling me that drug. I need more."

Martin and Trevor exchanged glances.

"Everyone who was buying from me has moved to the other dealers now."

"No, you sold me a whole bunch at once, and I've used it all up. You told me it was more concentrated."

Trevor stared.

"Mister Schneider?"

*****

"I don't know if I can handle this."

Brian sighed.

"Look, we're not asking you to participate. We just need you to man the camera. Now shut up and let me jack off, okay?"

"But... it's porn."

"Yes?"

"How can you do this so calmly? I just don't understand."

"Okay, I'm going to ignore you now."

It was just his luck. After making sure that Mr. Schneider ? Alex ? really had nobody at all waiting for him at home ? which would be heartbreaking if the man weren't so goddamned annoying ? Martin had ordered him to go home and clear up any loose ends, then come back and help. Sadly, he hadn't ordered the man to shut up once he got back.

And now he, Martin, was doing some more of that "listening to my body" meditation thing. Brian could see why ? if the formula had the ability to rejuvenate people, who knows what else it might be doing, or could be made to do? But it meant Martin wasn't available to give any further orders. At least this time he had made a point of masturbating instead of incapacitating someone for the duration. Trevor had to be out and about.

But Brian had had the bright idea of making another jackoff video of himself, with Alex running the camera, and now he was wishing he had kept his mouth shut. Having Martin unavailable for sex was bad enough, but having to listen to Alex's endless exclamations was a penance. Brian wondered how the man had gotten through 60-odd years of life without porn. Or had he just imagined that porn stars weren't human beings? Brian massaged his left nipple and gave his dick a squeeze, while Alex muttered.

*****

"You're awake?"

"Not quite the right term for it, but yes."

"So, ah, what did you find out?"

"Not as much as I would have liked. But a few things. There's a problem with trying to figure all of this out at all."

"Oh?"

"Let me give you a metaphor. Using a computer, you can emulate another computer, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, if the real computer is exactly as powerful as the computer it's trying to emulate, then the emulation will be slower than the computer it's emulating, because the real computer always has at least a little bit of overhead. Do you follow me?"

"Yeah, but so what?"

"My body doesn't have a plan. It's just doing stuff."

Martin waved his hands in the air.

"In order to make my body do something new, I have to figure out all the processes which are going on and work out where the critical bit is that is doing whatever it is that needs to be changed. My brain can't really keep up with it. The smallest, fastest thing which can show what my body is doing is my body. And figuring out how it is that my cum does stuff to other people? You'd never believe how hard it is."

"So we're never going to know what the formula does?"

"Oh, I didn't say that. It's just going to take a lot more time. I'm gradually piecing things together, but it's... I'm not even sure what I can and can't control, I don't know which of the things I can control do what, I don't even know for certain what's already going on. I can't even tell which things I should be looking at in order to find out the things we want to know."

"Your testicles?"

"Yeah, yeah. Except that there's all kinds of things which alter how your testicles work. Hormones from other parts of the body, blood supply, signals from your brain, you name it."

"Well, what did you figure out."

Martin smiled.

"Not telling you yet. It'll be more fun as a surprise. But I'll give you a hint. Bring me the floorplan for the new building."

Trevor went and got the blueprints.

"Okay, these need to be different. Give me a pen."

Martin was busy for a while.

"Fifteen foot ceilings?"

Martin nodded with a smile.

"And large cutout areas between floors. That's for later."

Trevor's erection was pushing outward at his pants. Martin laughed, and began to pull Trevor's clothes off.

"We're going to have lots of fun, once we're in the new building."

*****

Martin came out of his trance and looked at the clock. It was 1:47 PM. Not too late for lunch. He was getting better at going in and out. Pretty soon he'd be able to time things exactly, and be ready for the others when they got home. He walked into the kitchen and reached for the refrigerator, then noticed that he had never actually taken the bandage off his hand from the other day. He reviewed as he peeled it off and tossed it in the garbage. Actually, his hand had been "visible" during his meditations. Some unique things going on there ? presumably because it was the only place where an injury had been healing.

Brian was off masquerading as a contractor again ? and sulking, because Martin had stopped dosing him entirely when the latest measurements showed that the job counted enough as "exercise" to have him growing again. Trevor was off trying to get the new building built, which was turning out to be a major hassle.

Alex had turned out to be invaluable, there, actually. Unfortunately, he couldn't act directly as the company's lawyer. There were too many people in the area who had met the 125-pound, 61-year-old early retiree professionally to let him use his real name; they might wonder how he lost 25 years or so while gaining two inches and a hundred pounds of muscle. And forget about a fake identity ? legal work done by an "attorney" who hadn't officially passed the bar exam would be asking for exactly the kind of attention B4Bee International really didn't want.

Instead, he just stood by, pretending to be an administrative assistant to Trevor, fetching coffee and making copies, while behind closed doors he reviewed every document with an eagle eye. He hadn't even needed to be ordered; suddenly being young and active again seemed to be all the reward he wanted.

Martin gave a smile; at Brian's utter insistence, he had added sexual desire to Alex's reasons for staying. Between the man's gratitude, his work, and his imaginative libido, Martin looked forward to being able to reward him suitably. But it would have to wait for the new building.

With a start, Martin realized he had been standing in front of the trash can staring downward, without even noticing what was in front of his eyes. Maybe all the meditation was making him too good at concentrating? He blinked as he looked at his hand, then gave another smile and prepared lunch.

All through lunch he thought about what he had just found out. When he had finally eaten enough to satisfy his hunger ? it would be convenient if he could stop himself from growing temporarily, he thought; the ceilings were closing in and the kitchen was too small for large-scale cooking ? he went and looked around online for a while. Then he called Brian.

"Hello, yeah, it's me. Listen, I need you to pick up a few things for me from the grocery store on the way home. I was just in the kitchen, and I think it's time to experiment with food a little. Listen..."

[Kit Werecat]

HMMmm.

Very interesting. Many thoughts. Sort of processing them now..

In the meantime, sorry about your cold. Just a thought.. you MIGHT want to keep an eye on yourself to see if you develop this irresistible urge to start working out with greater and greater weights..

As a writer, I love how you've handled an annoying plot problem with the mind control. Alex became an asset instead of a nuisance, because of it.

The group seems to be having a lot of corporation problems. I use that word more from its root source than modern day terms. To have to handle a big whack of operations that affect things in a big way, not a stupid company run by idiots. In the old days, we referred to the leader of such transactions as a "Big Operator". In this case, it applies in more ways than one.

I must say I read this story and feel wistful; I could advise these guys far better than Alex. I would so much love to be a part of this operation.

The new house designs are wonderful. Fifteen foot ceilings! YES! And let us not forget the cutout areas. "And one to grow on."... Fucking love it.

<Puts poindexter morterboard hat on> One thing bothers me though. If Martin could will his balls to grow, can he not will his ENTIRE BODY to grow? </poindexter>

And HERE was an idea I haven't seen often - using the power over your body to REFRAIN from growing. THERE'S a switch!!

And of course, I naturally wondered, can Martin make himself SHRINK? Like reducing his balls back to proportionate size, for example..

Sticking my neck out here (and sort of violating the rules I stated earlier) I'm going to assume Martin can eventually grow multiple cocks at will, but would he want to do something like that, if he can't revoke them?

I guess this brings us to the big question we're all waiting to find out. Will Martin's need for sex overwhelm him to the point that he'll do anything to satisfy it? And people simply become a means to an end (and if he's a TOP, a cock)?

I hope I haven't inadvertently given out any spoilers, but your stories are so damn intriguing, it begs discussion on where it's going to ultimately wind up.

You say that the next chapters are where you double-down with plot twists. I can hardly wait!

Thank you for this wonderful story so far..



And Tekuno,

GET WELL, my friend..

[Kit Werecat]

I'm always noodling on the details of this story. Doubles the pleasure of taking the trip, ya know? In this particular case, I was pondering the floorplan Martin marked up.

The 15 foot ceilings are obvious, but the cutouts between floors?

Okay. I think I got it. Maybe. The obvious one is that's for Martin, when 15 feet doesn't cut it.

But another interesting idea might be dependent on whether the cutouts go between the floors in the same place, or are scattered from floor to floor. It could be a more convenient way for a really big guy to move from floor to floor, or it might be for a more convenient way of doing a bit of bareback riding without the rider not hitting his head on the next floor's ceiling, from their combined height.

After all, when it comes to bareback riding, these guys are getting a little tall in the saddle.

It seems a little extreme, right? Designing a structure around sex (or growth)? But if you think about it, the place is more a factory than a house. Pretty much everything these guys do and are motivated around, is to have sex with Martin at this moment.


On a different note, I believe you said that you had to get through 9 key points before the story took a major swing, and I THINK you said you just punched it with this last chapter.

Does that mean that something... catastrophic or awesome is going to happen now?

Should we gird our loins?

Should we gird MARTIN's loins?


Just speculating..

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

HMMmm.In the meantime, sorry about your cold. Just a thought.. you MIGHT want to keep an eye on yourself to see if you develop this irresistible urge to start working out with greater and greater weights..

If anyone here tried to give me a super-bacteria which caused the production of muscle, I'm afraid they spelled something wrong on the design spec and merely gave me a bug which caused the production of mucous instead. It was ? and, to a certain extent, still is ? really awful. (Seriously, I've had cold symptoms this time which I don't remember ever having before.) (I won't go into details because they're gross.)

I hope I haven't inadvertently given out any spoilers, but your stories are so damn intriguing, it begs discussion on where it's going to ultimately wind up.

I had a really great idea for the mechanics of the ending, which I look forward to writing. I have another list of Things To Have Happen, incidentally, for the remainder of the story. It's technically longer than the original list, but that's because it has more detail; it should move pretty quickly. Almost to the weird stuff now, which of course everyone seems to be waiting for.

Speaking of that list, here's what I had, taken verbatim from the file where I kept it (#1 was a statement of what was happening already):

1. Martin grows knowing he's getting kind of big, but without consciously realizing he's reaching up into bodybuilder territory.
2. Martin realizes he really IS that big, and starts to actively push harder, instead of getting tranced out during his workouts.
3. Trevor returns from a few weeks away (from part 3) and they discover that Martin is actually getting taller.
4. They discover, by means of Brian, that men who swallow Martin's semen get a growth boost as well. Trevor demands some and gets it. (Martin gets off on now being unquestionably bigger than Trevor.)
5. Martin is fired for being too big, basically.
6. Martin realizes that men who swallow his semen, in addition to getting a growth boost, become somewhat enthralled by him.
7. Martin discovers that Brian has been using pictures of him to make money on the Internet.
8. The three men (more or less under Martin's control) begin running a muscle growth/porn company over the Internet and via the gym.
9. They discover that Martin's semen also has a few other effects, like anti-aging.
10. More and more men are, to some degree, Martin's not-quite-slaves.

The second list contains 21 items, but they'll go faster. (This part I'm about to post technically has seven of them, although two of them are plot points which "take place here" and aren't explicit.)

GET WELL, my friend..

Thanks. In some ways I'm over the cold, but a few symptoms are hanging on, and I have to catch up on things, and the weather is supposed to get horrible again this coming week, and I have a family obligation late next week too, so who knows whether I'll get back into the swing of things again right away?

It seems a little extreme, right? Designing a structure around sex (or growth)? But if you think about it, the place is more a factory than a house. Pretty much everything these guys do and are motivated around, is to have sex with Martin at this moment.

As always, I don't comment on other people's specific speculations about a story in progress. What's going to happen in the story is going to happen. You'll find out what it is when it actually happens.

Does that mean that something... catastrophic or awesome is going to happen now?

Something... different will happen soon. (As in "next part" soon.) I look forward to the reveal, though.

Anyway, enough chatter. Story time!

Aerobic
Part 12

*****

At the County Marathon, a table manned by two muscular young men and sponsored by a local gym chain gave out free energy drinks.

*****

The new building was nearly complete, and all four men were all excited about the possibilities which lay ahead. Nevertheless, when the other three arrived home on that day, they could tell that Martin was keyed up even more than usual. They didn't interrupt his meal, which had begun before even Brian returned and kept going until after Trevor and Alex had not only returned but had finished their own meals.

Martin dragged Brian into the living room, where Trevor and Alex were engaged in some casual sex ? just something to keep them busy while Martin was otherwise engaged ? and practically threw him onto the new sofa. He gave a stretch which was clearly just an excuse to show off his mammoth pecs and arms, and grinned, and then began without any preamble.

"I've made a breakthrough. I've had to consume a lot of calories for this, but now I think I'm ready."

He gave a grunt, and thrust his groin forward. His face went red, and sweat began to run down his body in rivulets. The others watched intently, but nothing seemed to happen. After a minute, Martin let out a cry of pain. His testicles began to darken, and then to change shape. To the alarm of his audience, the basketball-sized balls started to become smaller! At the same time, they were hanging lower and lower until?

"Holy shit!"

Brian noticed first, but at his exclamation Trevor and Alex finally realized what had made him speak: Martin's testicles were shriveling away as a new set grew in above them. The old testicles gradually shrank until they were mere bumps on the surface of the new ones, which continued to push larger and larger, until they were undeniably larger than the old ones had been. Finally, the old testicles seemed to vanish entirely, although the taut skin of Martin's ball sack was as vascular as his biceps, with branching dark veins, so it was difficult to tell.

Martin finally relaxed, and beamed at the others. Trevor was the one who finally spoke.

"Well, uh, that was... unusual. What's the big deal?"

Martin grinned. His cock inflated to its gigantic erect size in a few seconds. He grabbed one of the ubiquitous jugs, attached the filling bracket, and plugged his cock into it. Almost immediately, a stream of cum gushed out. The others watched as the level of the liquid rose and rose until the container was full. Just at the moment when it seemed that Martin's cum would overflow, the stream stopped. Martin pulled his dick out ? it was still hard. His new testicles may have been marginally smaller after his performance, but it was, again, hard to see any difference. Martin explained as he hooked up another jug.

"I can turn the flow off and on at will now, as long as there's anything there to put out."

The others gave a perfunctory round of applause. The second jug was filling just as rapidly as the first.

"Huh? Oh, no, that's not what I wanted to show you. Here. Take a sniff."

The stream was lessening as Martin handed the first jug to Trevor. Trevor looked at it suspiciously, and held the nozzle under his nose. His expression relaxed.

"It smells... good."

He lifted the jug to his lips and began to drink, but Martin snatched it away from him before he had more than a sip. It seemed to break a kind of trance; Trevor seemed considerably startled.

"What... what have you done to your cum?"

Martin sniggered.

"This new formula, gentlemen, is at least fifteen times as concentrated as the previous version."

He gave an evil grin.

"I have some more ideas for improvements... most of them will have to wait until we're in the new building, though."

"Multiple ideas?"

"Yes. I'm making some real breakthroughs."

"But you aren't going into trances any more."

"Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Mostly I'm doing it while you three aren't here. But I've had some inspirations lately which have helped. It's getting easier and easier to understand what my body is doing."

Martin smiled again, and rubbed his bandaged wrist.

"It's all the seafood we've had lately."

"Even the octopus?"

"You'd be amazed. Now... Brian, you've been disappointed because I've had to keep pulling out to fill jugs."

"Huh?"

"Now that I have control, that doesn't have to happen any more."

Brian swallowed.

"Uh..."

"Get on my cock. Now."

"Yes, Martin."

Alex and Trevor watched as Martin began to fuck Brian. As usual, they experienced jealousy as they jacked off at the sight ? in addition to Martin's natural advantages, he was becoming so practiced that being fucked by him was practically a unique experience. But after a few minutes they began to be aware that something had changed ? Martin's movements were faster, and stronger. Brian's pleasure took on an almost pleading tone, and the session only ended when Brian actually blacked out in a heap on the floor.

Martin pulled out of Brian's ass. His cock was as large and hard as it had been when he began. He reached for a jug. As he filled it, he motioned to Trevor with his free hand to get on the floor.

"That felt good. Hurry up, I want more."

Trevor shivered.

*****

A certain gym chain began to give heavy discounts to local law enforcement and emergency services on its self-branded pre-bottled protein shakes and energy drinks.

*****

Martin came out of his trance. 3:30 on the nose. That left an hour and forty-five minutes before the others would arrive.

He let his cock inflate, and mechanically filled two jugs, hardly noticing as vast quantities of cum poured out, other than to register hunger and thirst at the loss of material. Now that production was completely decoupled from sex, he hardly minded. In fact ? he smiled ? at this point cum was practically a waste product. If they could hurry up and get to the new building, he could finally let loose, and then...

He wandered into the kitchen and opened "Martin's Fridge". The others didn't even quibble over the extra space the second refrigerator required. Of course, the fact that he was now too tall to stand fully erect in this tiny house, and too wide to go down the hallways, and all of it was muscle and bone (and cock) may have had a slight role in keeping them quiet. Or maybe the way he was able to empty the whole thing every two days...

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a couple of fish. He frowned at them; of course, he had learned how to deactivate his taste buds, but he still hated this part... he opened the food processor and dropped in a fish whole, then put on the industrial-strength cover, pressed a few buttons, and watched as the fish was reduced to a lumpy pulp. He poured the goop out into a pot and pushed the other fish in for treatment. While the machine ground away, he pulled other ingredients from cabinets and "his" fridge, and dumped them in. When the second fish was done and poured into the pot, he stirred the more-than-cubic-foot of ugly goo a few times, put the lid on, and turned on the heat... and the exhaust fan.

While it cooked, it was time for the other thing. He reached into the bottom compartment of the fridge and pulled out the small package ? so small it was dwarfed by almost anything else on the shelf ? which had been delivered at noon. The man who had delivered it no longer remembered delivering it, or where he had gotten it, or even that he had ever had it in the first place. Martin didn't believe in leaving tracks, and the next package would come from a different source, and be delivered by a different courier.

Martin took a knife from the block and sat down at the table in front of the package. He tore the package open and looked down at the oozing lump. His face took on a look of concentration: careful, careful... only the tiniest cut was needed... And then a quick trance, to make sure everything was working properly.

Afterwards, he swallowed the package whole. Digesting the paper was difficult (getting easier, though... digestive enzymes were a major concern in his trances), but the plausible deniability was worth it. No matter what charges might be brought against him, the forest service at least would find it difficult to prove that he had done anything at all which lay in their jurisdiction.

Once he had finished, he checked on the pot ? still some time to go. Well, he could practice the other thing, then. He sat back down at the table and breathed deeply. He watched his shadow as the outlines grew and contracted...

*****

At the state triathlon, a table manned by two muscular young men and sponsored by a chain of health clubs gave out free protein shakes.

*****

It was some days later. Martin wondered if being all alone all day every day was having any effect on him. He didn't even look at porn any more... except in the mirror. He flexed his pecs and concentrated...

"Hello!"

Martin's head whirled around.

"Huh? Oh, it's you. Home early?"

"Yup! We finished!"

"Really? Great!"

Martin stood up. Brian looked down at the table. There was nothing there.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing."

"I saw your arms moving."

Martin sighed.

"I was practicing something which is going to be useful when we're in the new building."

"Oh? What's that?"

"It's a secret. I'll tell you once we're there."

"Aw, come on."

Martin gave Brian a look, and Brian took two steps back. Martin gave a most-muscular pose, and it seemed to Brian that he somehow got even bigger; the kitchen seemed to have shrunk as the giant stepped forward.

"You. Will find out. When I want to tell you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Martin."

Martin looked down at Brian and resisted the temptation to smile. He had never realized just how much fun it could be to frighten someone into submission, using nothing but his sheer size and strength. His cock hardened as he realized that Brian was, himself, one of the largest men on the planet, and yet he was now so much bigger that he could force his will on him without even resorting to "the voice". He smiled. Of course, Brian hadn't meant any harm. Maybe he needed a reward.

"Good. Brian?"

"Uh... yes?"

Martin reached down and pulled the loincloth off.

"Assume the position."

Brian's moans of pleasure greeted Trevor and Alex as they walked in an hour later.

*****

A certain health club chain began to distribute free energy drinks and protein shakes at all regional, semifinal, and final state high school and college sports competitions.

*****

About four hours after sunset, a delivery truck pulled into the subdivision. It wandered the streets apparently at random, stopping repeatedly, before finally stopping in front of a small house, backing into the driveway. The garage door opened and a large man came out and opened the back of the truck. There were some thumping sounds, which might have raised comment if anyone had been watching. Nobody was. The large man closed the back of the truck, which drove away.

It drove through the dark streets of the sleeping suburb into richer and poorer neighborhoods, and finally pulled into a particularly quiet area in the city. Nobody saw the truck pull up to the loading dock of the brand-new dormitories which had been built by B4Bee International ? for the very good reason that nobody was present. For the past eight months, money had flowed back and forth between hands, first through a honeycomb of shell companies and then to the owners of several blocks' worth of ramshackle properties in the neighborhood. The contractors had completed the refurbishing of the two small buildings which shared the block with the dormitories, but work had only just begun on the surrounding blocks. There would be nobody present at all until the early shift arrived in a few hours, and nobody living there for another six months...

*****

"I can't believe we're finally here!"

"Yeah. Do you realize what a pain it was for me to be hunched over for the last four months?"

"Poor Martin. Nothing ever goes right for you."

"Shut up."

Martin gave Trevor a playful punch on the shoulder, which sent the smaller man staggering. Still, they grinned at each other.

"So, when are you going to show us all these secrets you've been bragging about?"

"Just a few more things need to be lined up. The most important thing, though, is already arranged. We're going to need a lot of?"

Alex stepped into the room. He looked slightly puzzled.

"There's a trailer backed up to the loading dock. What's going on?"

Martin grinned.

"It's the first of many. I ordered us about thirty tons of?"

Brian burst in.

"Guys, there's a truckload of food out there. What's going on?"

Trevor and Alex turned to Martin, who grinned.

"That's step one: raw materials. It's time for me to have the first real meal I've had in months."

The gaped at him. He flexed.

"What, you didn't realize I've been holding back?"

[Reeza]

Very interesting, ominous stuff. Athletes, law enforcement and emergency services personnel will be under his control. Everything Martin is doing seems to be part of an evil plan for world domination, and yet he remains pleasant and reasonable (as long as people do as they're told.)

What a sweet guy! Very lovable and cuddly.

[Kit Werecat]

Well, It's definitely building to SOMETHING.. er, VERY BIG!!


Firstly, Martin's obviously trying to control any official responders on a local civic level. That leaves mostly the military to worry about. It's not clear if Martin has managed to manufacture a widely-distributed energy drink, which would hit everyone in the U.S., and potentially more.

Secondly, it appears that he's preparing to build his own special army of huge muscle-bound "minions" to take on people one-on-one, and do his bidding. Martin's probably intending those extra-potent doses specifically for them. But also, being more potent, Martin needs less used per given "energy drink", which is simply practical business-sense - less ingredients to make even more quantities of the final product.

Thirdly, it's looking a whole hell of a lot like he's going to make a really BIG (if you'll excuse the expression) move in the growth thing. Once he outgrows his new place, it's either aircraft hangers of an introduction of Martin to the entire world.

Finally, he obviously can morph his body pretty much as he wishes now. That means minimally, he can pretty much heal himself now, which for all intents and purposes makes him invincible. That's provided that you can hurt him in the first place. He's probably made his skin and bones so tough that he could take an RPG to the abs, and laugh it off. I think it's fast reaching a point that nothing short of taking out his head with the first shot is going to stop him.

He can also obviously morph any way he wants. If he needs more power to lift something, he just wills his biceps, back and chest to amplify.


That said, there's quite a number of mysteries here, still. Like:

What was that mysterious package he gobbled up?

I'm not sure why the fish are so critical to his intake, unless he's looking towards this as a pretty inexhaustible (for a while) supply of nourishment. Trying to raid supermarkets to feed his appetite would be troublesome.

What is his master plan? Domination of the world? Or just controlling them enough to have them willingly march single file into his open mouth?!


Then there is the speculation:

Will Martin be able to shrink at will eventually? There are three ways to deal with a creature large enough to rampage a city: Grow Invincible and Mighty (the Superman solution), grow so monstrously BIG you overwhelm the basic rules for combating such things on a normal human scale (the GIGA solution), or you have the ability to shrink again, and hide amongst the masses (the Stealth solution).

If Martin decides to make the move to grow irrevocably MEGA (let alone GIGA), he either passes on at least a fraction of this power to Brian and/or Trevor (Alex will be useless and expendable when sheer raw size and power are the solutions for everything), so that he has a playmate that can handle his size, or he's going to be one very lonely God.

But the scary thing happening right now is that Martin seems to be literally outgrowing the need (and desire) for sex. It now seems to be simply a means to an end in his quest for absolute power. And that's quickly fading, since after this latest morph, Martin needs absolutely NO partners to produce semen! That's a scary time for the others. Until he makes his master plan clear, they should consider themselves just bigger hunks of protein. Even in this chapter, Martin proved he only needs them to stealthily get the formula out there. Once he grows big enough, that will no longer be necessary. Their future might simply be to be the biggest of the little ones he intends to rule over. Very Scary.

You know, I'm going to really chuckle when the original idiot scientist that sold off the modified meat to that packing plant finally shits in his pants over Martin.

Considering the expendability of his three buddies, has anyone ELSE noticed the difference in attitude Martin has between Brian and Trevor? When Trevor showed up after his three-day corporation-establishment, Martin said to him softly, "Oh, it's you, Trevor. Listen, I need food...". But just minutes earlier after USING Brian as a fuck toy for two days, Martin just Barked to him only the command, "Food. NOW!!"

Martin has been showing a coldness to Brian and a warmness to Trevor quite a bit since that Net Video theft incident. I said then, "Don't betray a potential God, and ruler of the planet". I think I was right.

Speaking of which, remember Trevor took a long, healthy swig of the new, undiluted concoction that is 15 times more potent! I hope that really gives him a boost over Brian (like I've said before, I'm rooting for Trevor).

The other thing I am increasingly noticing is Martin's detached, mysteriously cryptic aloofness. It's almost like he doesn't want even his best buds to know or comprehend what he's up to. I don't know if he's just being coy or there's something darker going on there, but it sort of gives me the willies. Maybe that's what happens when you start realizing you're becoming a God...



Just throwing this out there, but if these guys want to shortcut this thing a bit, they need to start thinking about pouring this stuff into the city water reservoirs. If they make the dosage powerful enough to cause a single swallow effective, used as an additive to the Chlorine treatments in pools across America will have everyone from Dad to the youngest toddler under his control. He could then just give public commands to fight whomever he wished for him. The same principle extends to stealthily contaminating toothpaste, candy bars, soda pops, or anything else edible and sold via mass markets.

The mind boggles at the possibilities, which are nearly endless, and all guarantee total domination. What an awesome POWER this God now has.

Well Done, Tekuno, and I hope your upcoming RL work doesn't delay the next critical chapter for very long. I'm on pins and needles!
<hands him a virtual Kleenex for his nose>

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by photoguy

Here's how I envision the group:
http://bodylounger.blogspot.com/2011...ntion.html?m=1

Oh, crud, sorry not to have replied to this earlier. I meant to, but what with being sick it slipped my mind.

Actually, the image which has kind of been in the back of my mind for the characters at that point was (surprisingly not really NSFW) this one. Except, of course, that the faces/hair/piercings of the two pictured characters are too similar. Still, that's sort of the vibe I was picturing for Brian and Trevor. (Although I wasn't thinking of tattoos... oh, well, it's still a picture I like.)

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

But the scary thing happening right now is that Martin seems to be literally outgrowing the need (and desire) for sex. It now seems to be simply a means to an end in his quest for absolute power. And that's quickly fading, since after this latest morph, Martin needs absolutely NO partners to produce semen! That's a scary time for the others. Until he makes his master plan clear, they should consider themselves just bigger hunks of protein. Even in this chapter, Martin proved he only needs them to stealthily get the formula out there. Once he grows big enough, that will no longer be necessary. Their future might simply be to be the biggest of the little ones he intends to rule over. Very Scary.

"Scary" is always in the mind of the beholder, and it isn't easy to gauge the mental state of something which goes beyond your own mental capacity. (Come to think of it, the sci-fi novel Solaris — I haven't seen any of the movies, but apparently they uniformly ignore the point of the novel — is basically an exploration of that idea. I love the section of that book where he reads the old pilot's log.) (Then again, I like things which are inexplicable and dreamlike and faintly ominous — like Magritte paintings. In fact, I just replayed Synapsis and Synapsis 2... Or if you prefer a less mystifying plotline there's always Gateway II...)

Anyway, this next part is a little shorter. Told you some weird stuff was coming...

Aerobic
Part 13

*****

It took half an hour to get the entire delivery into the building. It was galling to know that Martin could probably have finished the job in a fraction of the time with much less effort, but it would defeat the whole point of their secrecy precautions if Martin were seen now by someone who wasn't under control. The driver was fairly beefy, but that didn't necessarily mean a thing; there were beefy men who had never even been within miles of the formula.

When Brian finally came in from seeing the driver off, he was unsurprised to find that Martin was eating. What was surprising was just how much he had already finished; more than a quarter of a crate of oats was already gone. It took Brian a moment to realize that Martin wasn't even chewing — he was simply pouring an institutional-sized sack of oats into his open mouth. Alex and Trevor were staring up in amazement at the spectacle, which Brian thought was a bit much until Martin finished the sack. He crumpled the cloth sack into a ball, and tossed it into his mouth. Even then, he didn't chew; he just swallowed, and then stifled a belch.

Martin's abdomen was distended, and no wonder. But he didn't stop. Without a pause, he grabbed a hose which had been left in a corner, screwed one end of it onto the a utility sink faucet, dropped the other end into his mouth, and turned on the water. The sound of water under pressure went on for a few minutes, and then Martin turned off the faucet and returned to the crate, where he pulled out another sack, tore the end open, and began pouring the contents into his open mouth.

Alex, Trevor, and Brian exchanged bewildered looks. Somehow this wasn't what they had pictured as the first thing Martin would do after they finally got moved in.

Martin finished that sack of oats, swallowed the bag again, and stood with his head on one side, with the expression of someone trying to make up his mind. After a moment, he nodded, and addressed Trevor as he pointed to another crate.

"Open that one next."

Martin was pointing to a crate marked "Keep Refrigerated". It proved to be full of polish hams, the kind that gets sliced up and made into sandwiches. Martin pulled one out and tugged off the wrapping. He tried to put one end in his mouth, but it was too large. He gave a grunt, and looked at the three smaller men for a moment, as though considering them carefully.

"You three: grab some knives and start unwrapping these and cutting them in half lengthwise."

The men obeyed. Martin began eating half-hams so quickly that the three of them couldn't keep up. Martin's belly stretched further and further out, rounding outward like a beachball, but larger... and growing larger still.

When Martin had eaten his fill of ham — nearly half the crate — he moved on to other crates. Mostly he did the work himself, but after he had downed huge bags of carrots and potatoes, his belly was so large that he could no longer reach the crates. The others, therefore, had to help him eat cheeses and condensed milk and bag after bag of frozen vegetables, which Martin squeezed before opening to ensure the contents were loose enough to tumble down his throat. This was followed by a couple of industrial drums of protein powder, with water added from the hose, and then four tubs of calcium supplements. Finally, he had them open a crate containing giant tubs of vitamin tablets. He asked them to bring four tubs, and looked at the label.

"Won't need these, probably, but it never hurts to cover your bases."

When he had finally finished eating — his stomach was now a truly enormous ball, more than six feet in diameter, with his legs wrapped around the base — he put his head on one side again, and then said "I still need some lipids to work with. There should be a crate of drums of oil here, somewhere."

Brian had already noticed it. Without a word, he opened it and pulled out a couple of 10-gallon drums of vegetable oil, and passed them to Martin. Without a word, Martin punched a hole in the top of one with his thumb, and poured the contents down his throat. He repeated the performance with the other, tossed the drums into a trash container against the wall, leaned back on his hands, and grinned at the others.

"Well, that was a nice snack. Enough to work with, at least. It's time to have some fun. Who wants some sex?"

The other men looked in unison at the base of Martin's stomach. Not even the tip of Martin's cock was visible under the enormous blob. Martin guffawed.

"Of course I'm going to do something about that, first. Come with me."

With that, Martin put his hands around the sides of his bulging stomach, and got to his feet with a grunt. He carried himself out of the delivery area into the main area of the building. From behind, it looked like a massively muscular man carrying a flesh-colored sack. The others followed him into the next room, where he turned around and faced them. His face was just visible over the mass of his distended abdomen.

"I've been waiting to make some changes, because I didn't want to make things worse if we got caught, but we don't have to worry any more. Now, are you looking closely?"

Martin grinned and waited until he was sure that they were looking at him. Then he tensed. The surface of his vast abdomen turned black with blood vessels, and began to recede slowly. After a few moments, Martin's head began to rise.

Martin's body grew larger, and simultaneously transformed. His limbs grew longer and thicker — but his muscles grew so much faster than the width of his bones that the overall effect was that his joints were shrinking as he enlarged. The process dragged on and on, Martin's gut gradually receding as his body became more and more impressive. After about two minutes, he was able to release his hold on his abdomen — not only had it reduced in mass by about half, but he was now a foot and a half taller, making it less obtrusive relative to the size of his body. He grinned down at them, and crossed his ever-more-massive arms in front of his bulging pectorals — a sight which caused all three members of his audience to drop to their knees. When he spoke, his voice was noticeably deeper, and Brian actually spontaneously ejaculated at the sound.

"Hmm. Must not be too bad of a job, if that's the reaction. But this is just the preliminaries."

Martin looked, and then did a double take, with frustration in his face.

"Hey, hey. Brian! Where are the mirrors?"

Brian took a moment to snap out of his delirium of lust.

"Mirrors?"

"Yeah, mirrors! This area was supposed to have floor-to-ceiling mirrors in it! Where are they?"

Brian swallowed.

"Uh, they're around somewhere. The construction team said they were decoration, not construction, so we didn't have to install them."

Martin growled.

"And you didn't think to mention that?"

Brian cringed.

"No, sorry! Sorry!"

Martin sighed.

"Okay, we'll just have to put off the second part for a little while. You three: go get some mirrors and install them. I want to see what I'm doing for this next part."

They hastened to comply. Trevor looked back as they followed Brian off to get tools and the mirrors, and saw Martin walking back into the delivery area, and grinned. Whatever was coming next, it looked like it was going to go even further thanks to the delays...

*****

When Martin emerged again, his abdomen once again bulged out enough that he had to wrap his arms around the sides. It was difficult to tell whether it was as large as it had been, but he was definitely full of food. He waddled out, looking in approval at the newly-hung mirrors. The three men had managed to cover all of one wall, and about half of an adjacent one. He smiled at them as he approached, and they finished installing one last panel and put down their tools.

"Good job, Brian. Glad to see that your time on that crew wasn't wasted. Now, let's get back to this, shall we?"

Martin tensed, and his abdomen once again darkened. His head pushed upward a few more inches as the three men watched, jacking off at the sight of Martin's increasingly powerful body as he flexed and posed.

"Mmmmm. You just don't understand — you can't understand — how good this feels."

Martin began to pose. After a while, he spoke dreamily.

"It's like sex, you know. I can feel every fiber in my muscles, and when they flex..."

He moaned in pleasure as he flexed his arms.

"There's nothing like it. It was good enough when I was normal-sized, but the bigger I get... it's like the best sex in your life, while you eat a fantastic meal. I just can't tell you... Maybe I could give you..."

He looked down at them, and thought for a moment, caressing the enormous mass which was still hanging onto his lower abdomen.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. The real changes. I was thinking about it, and it's time for you guys to start growing again."

Trevor was the one who spoke:

"But we don't have any weights! How are we going to grow if we can't work out?"

Martin snorted in derision.

"That's the old formula. Did you think that's the best I can do?"

He suddenly looked thoughtful.

"...but I have to keep making it, or else we won't have any more to sell. Hmmm. Well, changes were going to happen anyway... so..."

He looked down at them again, as if weighing options.

"One of you has to stay normal-sized for now. Brian, that's you."

Brian looked stricken, and was about to speak.

"Oh, don't be a whiner. It's only until we can find a few... employees to take over as our outside representation. We need some normal-sized people. This will give you an incentive to find some, fast."

Martin looked at the mirror again.

"I can't quite decide how to do this. Brian, come over here and let me fuck you. We might as well make sure I'm not interfering with the spacing for that."

Brian hastened to comply, his face cheerful again. Martin reached below his enormous gut to guide his dick into Brian's ass, and then pulled his hands free, and let them roam his body. After a moment, they settled on his nipples, and he gave the two protrusions a brief tweak, and smiled. Then something appeared to occur to him.

"Oh, yeah. I've been thinking about this so long that I may be a little complacent about it. It might seem a little... weird to normal people. But you're my good buddies, so you're going to find any changes I make to my body normal."

He smiled.

"In fact, Buds, you're going to think it's all super-erotic."

Alex and Trevor looked at each other. Of course, they weren't going to find whatever Martin was going to do surprising, now, but both of them were thinking the same thing: what would be so extreme that he'd have to issue orders?

Martin grunted, drawing their attention back. He continued to caress his nipples, and — like his abdomen — they darkened. After a moment, they began to grow, larger and longer. In less than a minute, Martin's nipples had turned into a pair of cocks. They appeared to be the same size as the one in the more usual location. The darkness spread across his pecs, and they swelled slightly. Then the color gradually faded. Martin gave a grunt, and flexed his chest.

"Oh, wow, that feels good. Well, what do you think?"

"That. Was the hottest thing. I've ever seen."

Trevor nodded in agreement, and Martin grinned.

"Glad you like them. In addition to being beautiful—"

He watched himself in the mirror as he gave the two new cocks a little squeeze and flexed his pecs.

"—uh!—these two beauties are hooked up to a completely different source of material than my balls. Not to make a mystery out of it, I have made my pecs dual-purpose. Not only are they good, solid muscle—"

He gave a side-chest pose which — nipples aside — any bodybuilder would give ten years of his life to duplicate.

"—uh! God, it feels good to flex them, now! Anyway, not only are they muscles, but now they also can produce cum. And as a special bonus, the cum from my pecs can do... things."

"Huh? The, uh, regular formula does 'things'."

Martin smiled at Trevor.

"The regular formula barely scratches the surface. I can do so much more for you than that."

Brian gave a moan, startling the audience. It was only then that they realized Martin had been actively fucking Brian the whole time. They looked down at him, and then back up.

"So, gentlemen, how would you like to have a taste of pure growth?"

Trevor and Alex wasted no time, but hit a problem almost immediately.

"Fuck. I had forgotten about my gut. Sure you can't just reach around it? No? Damn."

Martin thought for a moment.

"Ah, I know. You two go and bring me some more food, maybe that crate of cheese and the rest of those sacks of oats, and I'll fix this problem."

"You're going to eat more? How will that help?"

Martin's glance at Alex held something like affectionate contempt.

"I'm going to solve this problem while you're gone. And then you're going to grow. Where do you think the extra mass is going to come from?"

"Oh. Sorry."

Martin let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure as he flexed his upper body, eyes closed in concentration. Once again, his skin began to darken. When Trevor and Alex came back, dragging two crates with them, Martin was even taller... but in addition...

"Holy fuck!"

Martin's eyes popped open, and he grinned again.

"Huh. Didn't think I'd this tall this fast. How's the weather down there?"

Martin's torso had elongated. In the extra space there was another set of pectorals, with an independent set of arms hanging down from the sides. Wet spots appeared on Alex's pants, and Trevor let out a moan.

"There. Extra space away from the gut, and-"

Martin flexed all four arms. The musculature was exquisite.

"—a little help to hold your position. Oh, god, this feels good! Now get up there and suck! It's time for you to grow again!"

They practically ran forward.

[Reeza]

Yeah, some weird stuff happened, alright. I was expecting something like this, but I wasn't sure what form it would take.

I'll be honest with you, tekuno - if I had known up front that this story would involve this type of transformation, I probably wouldn't have started reading it. But I'm glad I didn't know, and that I'm reading it, because it's a good story and you have done such a good job of hooking me into it. I'll stick with it to the end now because I want to know what happens.

Sometimes the warnings at the beginning of stories drive people away from things they would enjoy, all in the name of protecting people from some kind of discomfort (God forbid that we should experience anything but purely pleasant feelings!) or from being exposed to something outside their narrow range of erotic preferences (But I only like muscle growth stories where the guys picks up a bunch of heavy shit and fucks a bunch of guys who don't want to be fucked!).

Thank you for luring me into a new experience.

[Kit Werecat]

WOW.

I can't believe that I'm the first to reply on this, with the exception of Reeza, who posted while I typed this tome. Looking at the "Thank You"s on your story, I can see that beyond Reeza, lot's of people have read it without replying.

Maybe it's because they're having trouble finding the right words. I might know why, and I'm going to bite the bullet here, and at least let you know my thoughts, for better or worse.

This is the first time I find myself actually critiquing one of your stories instead of just gushing over it. I hope you will take my comments in the spirit they're given, and not think any less of me.

I, like Reeza, like the beautiful side of morphing, and prefer what he prefers. That said, I fully caught your warnings, and have even expected this to possibly end with Martin turning into something like a gigantic BOB, as in "Monsters Vs. Aliens" chomping down skyscrapers. Who knows? I suppose at this point, it could still go that way.

But I'm an eternal optimist, and I still realize that the story isn't done until it's done. It could still end very pleasingly (albeit still dark). I'll go into that more in detail below.

But the bulk of this letter is in regards to the writing.

Firstly, I think your storyline is wonderful, and I wouldn't dream of it being changed in any way. I imagine that at this point, a few people are backing away from it a bit now, because of the morphs. Maybe not. Anyway, not me, and it's not like you didn't warn us, in the first place. I am fascinated with the story, and can't wait to see where you are going to ultimately take us.


The big problem I am having with this chapter is that I'm having trouble visualizing the Martin Creature (at this stage, I really don't know what else to call him, other than his name).

Your story gave us all the bits and pieces of his morph, but one at a time, and with a lot of action between them. But we have to try to put the whole picture of him together ourselves, which is a bit difficult. Normally, we draw from the norm to fill in our blanks of visualization, but Martin is by no means a normal human being anymore. I can't even decide if he's attractive or repulsive based on the reactions of others around him, because they were commanded to go gah-gah over anything he morphed himself into.

The pieces: He's grown bigger, he's bloated in the belly, he apparently now has two upper torsos, stacked upon each other. This means he has four arms. At least the upper torso has cocks for nipples.

The questions as to how they all fit together: How tall is he now? Maybe that should be how BIG is he now? How high do they have to look up to meet his stare? Is he looking objectively fat? Does his lower set of pecs have cocks for nipples too? Are his tit cocks like his.. er.. MAIN cock, or are they more normal-sized, like super-sized nipples? Has his legs scaled up to be more awesome, or are they kind of just attachments under his belly, like Humpty Dumpty? Has his head and neck scaled up, or is it sucking down into his traps, kind of like the creature in the anime, Akira?

You get the idea. I'm trying to get a baseline here, by determining if Martin is becoming a gigantic "Arnold" with a morphed top torso and bloated belly, or an up-and-coming "Jabba the Hutt".

Another assumption I'm making, is that he's doing this in that "large cutout between floors". I realized that he used the 15 foot areas to GET to that space, but then he GREW. Then he grew some more. Is he now stuck in this one spot of the building, and everyone has to service Martin, by bringing him his food (I don't even want to go there about body functions) and fucking him there, sort of like a Mother Alien? If he thought the OTHER house was confining..


Finally, why is Martin doing this to himself? He could've just as easily grown massive, and magnified himself aesthetically so he exceeded every human's wildest imaginings of the most perfect male. Instead, he again seems totally focused on the process of functionality; generating serum and conscripts, rather than enjoying using his power to make himself beautiful.


Admittedly, that last paragraph is a bit unfair. I am again violating Tekuno Rule #1 about asking where the story is heading. Sorry.

To make sure I haven't turned people off with the focus on Martin's recent morph, may I offer the following speculations: Martin can morph as he desires, which means he can change to suit his purposes. Right now, his purposes is to make LOTS of Serum A and a goodly amount of Serum B. Serum A creates Martin Conscripts. Serum B is to generate Giants (or perhaps more aptly named, TITANS - I'm guessing the stuff makes you grow muscularly as well as in size).

After Martin has done what he needs to do in preparing his BIG MOVE (whatever that is), he may very easily morph himself into a monstrously HUGE version of a MUSCLED AESTHETICALLY BEAUTIFUL GOD, to announce himself to the world!

So I'm not going to assume Martin is going to just morph into Ugly, but can change to very sexy and appealing later, when it suits his purpose.

By the way, I pumped the air when Trevor was chosen to grow HUGE, and Brian was kept normal-sized. YES!!!! Even if only temporary, it's a terrific punishment to Brian for his past actions, and a fantastic reward to Trevor for his faithful loyalty and support. I hope Martin takes this opportunity to "never quite" grow Brian up to Trevor's new massive size, let alone exceed him. In fact, I hope Brian and Alex are always playing catch-up to Trevor. <Shrug> My sense of fair play, I guess.


One last point. Never in all my days, have I experienced an eating scene that was so out-and-out EROTIC!! I'm very dismissive about food, except to feed my bodily needs, but the pure intake of food to be used strictly for growth, and the pure awesome quantities of it.. WOOF!!

I especially got fidgety in my seat when he ate the BAG after eating what was in it. Maybe that's a dress-rehearsal for later. Anybody who does that, when scaled WAY up, can just as easily chomp the hard-coated buildings, just to enjoy the creamy filling inside!

SO looking forward to future chapters, and finding out what Martin is ultimately envisioning.

OH!! Almost forgot! You posted a Link to a picture that let us all see what you had envisioned the three Titans would be like. Unfortunately, when you click on it, it pulls up a blank page that says "PAGE NOT FOUND. PLEASE CHECK YOUR TARGET LOCATION". Can you fix this? I really REALLY want to see what you envisioned these guys to look like, especially Martin.

[nnnrg]

Proteus, indeed.

I personally rather like the Tharkian frame, and there is definitely an Altered States vibe, though without the uncontrolled psychedelic frou-frou that makes for such a stupid ending.

Seriously. I watched Altered States in Berkeley, they premiered it there on a weekend, and there was a very GREEN-BROWN atmosphere, as in lots of INHALE-GASP-HOLD (why does it smell like burning oregan OH!) exhaaaaale (OMIGHOD THE AIR THIS IS NOT A CONTACT HIGH THIS IS WORSE THAN A BONG) ... anyway. That was the rest of the audience.

And at the end, the great classic reveal of how humanity was regained? AN ENTIRE THEATRE full of stoned Berkeley HIPPIES booed, and threw cups and popcorn (not that it could make the movie any cornier.)

This doesn't have THAT vibe, but it does have the whole 'my $love is a scary monster' thing going, and the whole 'do as I say' thing makes it even scarier.

Poor Brian is going to have to get himself in gear finding some reasonable representatives.

[Kit Werecat]

Oh PLEASE. God....

I PRAY we haven't lost the rest of this story to the sands of time, Tekuno.

Ye Gods. I hope that cold didn't put you down.

What can I DO to inspire you to finish it?


Here's hoping...


Very Sincerely,

- Kit -

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

Oh PLEASE. God....

I PRAY we haven't lost the rest of this story to the sands of time, Tekuno.

Ye Gods. I hope that cold didn't put you down.

What can I DO to inspire you to finish it?

Hand over a suitcase full of hundred dollar bills?

Just kidding.

Unless of course you just happen to have a spare one sitting around... I mean, I wouldn't refuse to help you remove some clutter from your life...

No, I went to visit relatives despite still being shaky from my cold and having sleep problems, and ended up having to stay an extra day with them because of the ice/snow/rain storm which passed over much of the U.S. last Sunday, and then got sick again when I got home, and spent two days feeling so odd that I almost suspected that I had brain damage. (Oh, and the program which I use to write crashed so hard that it even lost its cached "unsaved files save state" thing. The story itself only lost a few edits, but my notes hadn't been saved and are now gone.) The past few weeks haven't been good ones for me.

With luck, I'll get the next part up tonight or tomorrow.

[tekuno]

Okay, at long last I have the next part ready. Sorry for all the delays.

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

OH!! Almost forgot! You posted a Link to a picture that let us all see what you had envisioned the three Titans would be like. Unfortunately, when you click on it, it pulls up a blank page that says "PAGE NOT FOUND. PLEASE CHECK YOUR TARGET LOCATION". Can you fix this? I really REALLY want to see what you envisioned these guys to look like, especially Martin.

Well, it was really only a picture of two people, and it was never meant to be an exact "this is what they look like" thing.

I think you have to log in to Y-Gallery with the "adult images" filter turned off, and permit the site to give you a login cookie, before you can follow links to individual works from other sites. The links worked perfectly well for me.

As it happens, though, since that illustration was not "adult", the artist has it posted on their DeviantArt account as well, so you can see it without coping with Y-gallery's login system: it's at http://wtjohn.deviantart.com/art/Sai...-OCs-428883831.

Anyway, without further ado ? because I'm too sleepy right now to think of anything else, basically, here we go:

Aerobic
Part 14

*****

Brian woke up. He was lying on an unfamiliar floor. After a second or two, he realized that it was a floor he had helped to carpet only a week earlier.

He slowly reviewed what he could remember of the night before. He had been in a bad position to view things, even with the mirrors, but first Martin had turned his nipples into cocks, and then he had grown an extra set of arms, with pecs to match. And then he had held Alex and Trevor up to the extra cocks, and...

Well, it had looked like balloons inflating. Martin's gut had shrunk back down, almost all the way back to the usual flatness, but Alex and Trevor's bellies had swelled up. They had been getting bigger, too, but around then he had had his tenth consecutive orgasm and blacked out, so it was a little hard to be sure whether he had actually seen that.

"Oh, hey, Brian. Good morning."

Brian notice that Trevor's voice was deeper as he turned his head to reply. He got as far as "Good mo?" when he realized he was looking Trevor right between the nipples. He looked up, and did a take.

This was Trevor, transformed. Yesterday, he, Brian, had been the largest in the group other than Martin, thanks to his earlier status as Martin's workout partner and lover. He had been prepared for Alex and Trevor to grow past him, but he had expected it to take weeks, or at least days. Trevor, though, looked a lot like Martin had before they left the old house ? except that he was able to stand up straight because of the higher ceilings. Brian took a few steps back and looked him up and down.

No, he had made a mistake. Trevor wasn't built like Martin had been. There were differences. Trevor's build was ? the word was laughably inappropriate in this context ? slimmer. His skeletal structure wasn't as thick as Martin's had been at that size, and although his muscles were fantastically huge, he still didn't have the appearance of brute power that Martin had had at that height. Even though Trevor's chest was amazingly big, Martin's barn-door lat spread with matching bulging pecs was really only possible because of his huge bone structure. Where Martin looked like he was either above ? or maybe below ? human, Trevor merely looked like the most extreme edge of human masculinity.

That extended to his dick. Trevor had noticed Brian's stare and had begun flexing for the smaller man's benefit, but when he saw Brian looking at his groin, he gave a sad smile.

"Yeah, I'm still nowhere near Martin's size."

Suddenly he gave a bark of laughter.

"Look at us! I've got a cock like... oh, god, it's the size of a wine bottle, maybe bigger, and we're so used to Martin that we think that's small!"

Brian's face split into a grin.

"Anyway, Martin was asking for you. He said, and I quote, 'Tell him he's going to be on door duty all day, so if he wants a fucking before breakfast he'd better hurry.' So get going."

Brian jogged out into the complex itself. He was already used to the layout, having been working on the construction crew which built it for weeks. The central portion of the building was non-structural, and Martin had put in cutouts linking all the floors, with each floor having a larger area removed than the one below, so that there was a terracing effect through the fourteen above-ground stories of the building. (In fact, the top story was essentially empty, and the one below that was basically a track around the edges of a big hole, which was more picturesque than practical.) At the last possible minute, Martin had also had them replace the roof design with a vast skylight, which increased the construction cost and time dramatically, but Brian had to admit that it was worth it when considering the building as a place to live. The central area was bright and airy ? if you had to be cooped up in a single building, you'd want it to be something like this.

Martin was sitting cross-legged on the floor outside one of the big kitchen areas, where Alex was cooking breakfast. Alex, like Trevor, was now several feet taller, although he wasn't quite so big. It made Brian just slightly annoyed to realize that he was now the shrimp of the group. But before he could begin to dwell on it, Martin noticed him and waved.

To his disappointment, Martin only fucked him until he had had four orgasms, and then pulled out.

"Sorry, Brian. But I need you conscious. If you want, I can fuck you into oblivion twice, tonight, after you're finished for the day."

Coming from anyone else, that statement would have sounded laughable. Martin, however, was merely stating facts. You only had to look at him to know that he could destroy anyone's mental state with sheer sexual activity. (Of course, it didn't hurt that he had Alex and Trevor hanging on his arms and worshipping his fantastic upper body, but even without that he was simply beyond ordinary limits.)

"Okay, you guys too. We need to talk."

They sat in a circle and ate.

"Okay, first off: Brian, you need to hire more people. Place some ads today. Say it's for positions in sales and marketing, for a new line of athletic goods. Offer a low starting salary, but with room and board in the company dorm as part of the compensation. When guys come in, dose 'em and pretend you're just a low-level HR flack with no authority. Give them an application form to fill out and then thank 'em and tell them we'll call for round two. Oh, and also advertise for some food prep and cleaning positions, and maybe an office manager or two. We'll want a lot of low-level flacks."

He turned to Trevor.

"When we start getting the surveys, you and Alex screen them. We want people without a lot of family ties. If they're already definitely gay or bi, that's a plus, but we can always fix that so don't worry too much about it."

"Are they going to... will you make them grow?"

Martin grinned.

"A little, maybe. Nothing spectacular. Remember, the goal is to have normal-sized people working for us so we don't have to go out in public ourselves. Don't even look for athletic types. Just ordinary guys."

"Guys only?"

Martin scratched his chin.

"Well, I suppose if you want, you can hire some women. In fact, that might be a good idea ? looks more normal. Part of the idea of having them live here was to make sex a part of the compensation, though. Not that I can't fuck a woman, if I need to, but it's just not my idea of fun."

Alex cleared his throat. His dick was swollen to full mast.

"Say, there, boss... If you're willing to forego performing that part of the, er, compensation, I have an alternate proposition..."

*****

"Okay, now how about the third janitorial position?"

"The guy from New York looks good."

"Wait, didn't he have parents in town?"

"No, you're thinking about the one from Boston. The New York guy has a father in Maine, and that's it."

"Well, then, let's hire him."

"Okay, that seems to be all the positions covered. Have them come in on... oh, how about Monday? Anything else?"

"Oh, yeah... I forgot, there's a... package coming tomorrow morning."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and this is important. Whichever entrance the delivery guy comes to, let him in, and let him come all the way in to see me, okay? And make sure the package isn't dropped or shaken, okay? Hold the doors for him and so on."

Brian, Trevor, and Alex looked at each other.

"What will be in the package? Something illegal?"

Martin grinned. "As opposed to an illicit mind control formula being added to protein shakes and fed to people without their knowledge? That kind of illegal? Yeah, sure. A little late to start getting cold feet about it now, if you ask me."

"No, I mean dangerous. Is it explosives?"

For once, Martin didn't grin.

"Not explosives. But yes, dangerous. If he drops the package, run and get me immediately, okay? I'll be waiting in the lab."

Brian was even more bewildered. "The lab" wasn't actually a lab, but it was a strange room. The doors could be sealed, and a sprinkler system not connected with the rest of the building could be turned on at will. It was the largest room in the building other than the central area with the cutouts. Furthermore, Martin had insisted on keeping a vat of industrial alcohol there.

"Look, if it goes well, I'll tell you all about it afterwards. And if it doesn't... well, we'll certainly be fugitives for real. They'll even give us code names."

"But?"

"No buts. Listen, buds, don't ask me about it right now. I'll tell you later."

*****

Brian fidgeted at the front desk.

The package had arrived on Thursday morning, just as Martin had said. The delivery guy had seemed awfully small to be a formula user, but then Alex's sense of proportion was getting a bit distorted from being around Trevor and Alex and Martin all the time. Whether the guy was bigger than normal or not, he had gotten the package into the lab, and left, looking a little bemused after having his memory of the delivery erased at Martin's command.

Martin had locked the doors of the "lab" and spent the next 32 hours or so inside, alone. When he finally came out, he went straight to the kitchens, ate a lot of food very quickly, and then either fell asleep or went into a trance so deep that he didn't even fill any bottles. (He seemed to have expected this ? there was actually a surplus of the formula ready for the next round of distribution.)

And... that was it. He had been completely unresponsive all the way through the weekend. The other three had actually been speculating about what they would do if the job applicants started arriving without Martin to talk to them, but with 26 minutes left before Brian had to open the office, Martin's eyes had popped open, and he had run into the kitchen. They had bombarded him with questions, but he had been too busy wolfing down food to answer any of them.

The applicants had been told to show up at 9:30, and even the latecomers had arrived by 9:45. Brian had herded them into a room inside the building, and had heard Martin order them to sit as he returned to the front desk. That had been a long time ago. There hadn't been so much as a sound from inside since then. But then, there wouldn't be ? Brian knew just how solid the walls and doors were, and he had helped install extra soundproofing himself.

Of course, there was no way he could go back inside. It had been made very clear shortly after the move that Brian was expected to man the desk continually from the moment the office opened until it closed. No exceptions ? they couldn't risk someone entering and going into the back, and perhaps seeing something they shouldn't see.

But that was going to change, now... wasn't it? That was the whole point of hiring all these people. Brian could stop spending his time in the front, and finally take his place with Trevor and Alex as a superhuman musclegod... right? He had spent the last week and a half daydreaming about it, as Trevor and Martin had grown, and grown, and grown. Alex, by agreement, was remaining "short" ? meaning he was only about two and a half feet taller than Brian ? but he was quickly achieving a swollen, massive appearance that no ordinary bodybuilder could possibly have achieved unaided. Actually, even Trevor and Martin hadn't grown all that much taller, because Martin said he wanted them to be able to stand upright in rooms with ceilings for the time being, but they were getting thicker and broader at an amazing rate. Alex and Trevor had incredibly broad shoulders, now, and Martin blocked hallways when he walked around ? he even had to hold his arms in the right positions to keep them from getting stuck against the walls. Or maybe destroying the walls ? Martin's strength had already been up in the "crush rocks in your bare hands" realm even before the move, so he had to be insanely powerful now. But if he was showing off his strength, Brian didn't get to see it, because he was always either manning the desk, eating, sleeping, or being fucked into oblivion. (That part, at least, was worth some boredom!)

He was, frankly, worried that he was going to be left out. It wasn't that he didn't trust the others ? in fact, at this point he might as well not worry about that; Martin could probably have him either arrested or killed in five minutes or less ? but he felt like he was being excluded, and it hurt. He could tell that as Trevor and Alex became larger, they were also somehow becoming more and more... Brian searched for the right words... capable of ecstasy. He had seen Trevor orgasm a lot, in the past. Somehow, even the greatest moment of pleasure Trevor had had at the old house, back when he was human-sized, was a mere shadow of what he was obviously experiencing now. And he and Alex were spending more and more time in the throes of pleasure.

And Martin? It was obvious that just existing was becoming more and more stimulating to him. Martin's body was constantly flexing, and from what he had said about it, a double-biceps pose gave him more sexual pleasure now than he had gotten from sex back when he had first met Brian. And, of course, he had an extra set of arms, too... What would that be like? Brian could hardly imagine, but he wanted in on it.

Did it really take an hour ? he looked at the clock ? an hour and forty-five minutes to brief the new hires? What was going on back there?

Brian paced, and fidgeted, and fiddled with the things on the front desk, and rearranged the guest chairs, and polished barely-visible smudges on the new, smooth surfaces of the office. One o'clock arrived. One thirty came and went. Two passed. The hands of the clock continued to push their way around. Brian's stomach rumbled; at his size, his normal food intake was several times that of ordinary people, and by now he would normally be eating a second lunch. But hungry though he was, he didn't want to spoil his appetite if Martin was going to finally let him grow. The only thing he wanted in his mouth was one of Martin's growth-inducing cocks, and he wanted it more than food. Almost more than air.

The lack of food gradually forced Brian to stop fidgeting. When a pair of the new employees finally came out, at 4:20, he was half-asleep and almost didn't notice.

"Hey, Mister... Brian? We're supposed to take over the desk so you can go back to the office."

Brian looked at the two employees suspiciously. Had they been inflated? The woman was too small ? if Martin had made her bigger, then she must have started off as a beanpole, and there hadn't been anyone like that. The man was buff, though. Brain couldn't remember, from the brief period he had seen him earlier, whether he had always been like that or not. The people who were hired were all pretty healthy-looking, after all.

Brian staggered into the hallway, and almost collided with a wall of solid flesh, which turned out to be Alex. Brian looked him up and down ? there was no question, Alex had definitely grown since the morning. He was still a "mere" ten feet tall, or thereabouts, but his muscles bulged so much that it seemed impossible at first glance that he could still move. His limbs were thicker, in proportion, than the ones drawn on the Uncredible Bulk, and covered with rope-like veins, and his pectorals bulged out over his mammoth, tight abdominals. But despite all the mass, he was still fully mobile, with a panther-like grace which was seductive all by itself. Perhaps it was because his joints were so small.

Of course, being the designated sexual outlet for women, he was still "poorly hung". Once again, this term took on a specialized meaning in context. Alex's dick, which was hard underneath the stretchy speedo-like garment he was wearing, was larger than Brian's by about four inches in length, and much larger around. It was yet another reminder of just how much Brian had been missing.

"What do you think? An improvement, no?"

Alex's voice was deep and smooth, like honey. Brian's head was whirling with hunger, and Alex's newfound sexiness almost knocked him over. As it was, he wrapped himself around the larger man's torso and began to lick. Alex laughed.

"Mmmm. Feels good, but you should save that for Martin. He's waiting for you. Besides..."

Alex flexed his dick, and Brian noticed for the first time that there were three women standing by, watching.

"...I have more important things to do right now."

Brian was somewhat taken aback; Alex was, after all, nearly three times his age. He was going to say something, but as he looked at Alex's face, he realized with a shock that Alex had once again been made younger. He looked like he was around 25, now, and gave Brian a wink and a leer as he headed into one of the side rooms, followed by the women.

In a daze, Brian walked down the hall. He pushed open the door and stepped into the central area.

There was a giant standing just at the edge of the cut-out area. Only the legs and abs were visible, but every muscle was huge and full. From the posture, it was probably leaning on the edge of the floor above. Brian ran forward and grabbed one of the swollen calf muscles ? it was as hard as steel, and so large and thick that it probably contained more mass than the entire body of some of the smaller new hires. The quads above were so huge as to be mind-blowing, and hinted, even from the front, at a giant, brawny set of glutes. And then there was the cock ? bigger and thicker than Martin had ever permitted his crotch to grow before, backed by those enormous testicles. Brian moaned as he rubbed himself against the hard muscles.

"Martin, you're so huge!"

There was a deep chuckle, and Brian found himself pulled away from the leg and lifted up, until he was eye to eye... with Trevor.

Trevor was transformed. His upper body was so huge and perfect that Brian instantly came. His forearms alone could have been the inspiration for a week-long binge of masturbation, with the gigantic, thick muscles so deeply separated, and covered with veins like firehoses, but they were connected to massive upper arms so huge, thick, and full that Brian could barely comprehend what he was looking at. The biceps and triceps, in turn, fought for space with gigantic delts, which connected to barrel-sized delts and pectorals so large that the striations in the them were deeper than the cleavage between Brian's own massive, bulging pecs. Around the edges, Brian could see hints of lats which he ached to touch, but his attention was riveted by Trevor's face, above a neck so swollen with muscle that it was wider than the head above it.

Which was surprising ? Trevor's head had enlarged; not to the extent that his body had, but it was at least twice the size of Brian's. And the face had been altered ? Trevor's jaw was broader, now, his cheekbones were higher, and his nose was more defined ? and the muscles underneath had grown, as well, making Trevor's face look powerful and sexy, even through the fat which kept it looking youthful. Possibly the only fat left on his body, said Brian's brain as it nearly shut down in awe.

"We had an interesting day back here. Martin is waiting for you."

With that, Trevor turned Brian to face the central pit.

What Brian had assumed was just a wall turned out to be flesh... a gigantic back. Martin's lats stretched from carpet to ceiling of the ground floor, while he sat in the basement facing the other way. Brian sat in Trevor's massive hand, his mind reeling as he tried to make sense of the huge, thick muscles in front of him. Suddenly the whole wall of muscle began to shift upward; Martin was standing up. Standing, he must have been 5 stories tall. He turned slowly, and Brian's libido went berzerk at the show of unimaginable ass muscle, hamstrings beyond imagining, and quads as large as small cars. Martin's testicles came into view. They were now bigger than refrigerators, and Brian almost passed out at the sight of them.

There was a deep rumble which Brian took a moment to realize was Martin's voice. He looked up, and actually did black out for a moment.

When he came to again, a few seconds later, he goggled at Martin's supremely masculine upper half. Martin's abs were now a 12-pack, each segment the size of a windowpane. He still had four arms, and the lower set of pecs jutted out so far above his abdominals that you could park a small car in their shade, despite the way Martin's stomach was obviously grossly distended with food. The pecs were perfectly rounded, and when Martin's arms moved, as they did now, they flexed, showing individual muscle fibers which had to be inches across. All four arms had biceps and triceps the size of trucks, with forearms to match, and Martin's unbelievable lats spread out to the sides increasing his mind-blowing width by half again. The pec muscles were so huge that, from this angle, Brian couldn't even see Martin's face.

One of Martin's lower arms ? Brian noticed that the nipple-cocks were still in place; they had broadened at the base as Martin's body had grown, but seemed to be about the same size as before ? reached out and picked Brian up from Trevor's hand, and lifted him higher.

Martin's head, at first glance, seemed to be embedded in a wall of muscle. His traps rose at least two feet taller, at their highest points, than his head did, and his neck bulged outwards larger than his head, just like Trevor's but on an even larger scale. Brian noticed as he rose into view that Martin's neck had lengthened to give his head some freedom of movement, but then he saw Martin's face and his thoughts shut down again.

Like Trevor, Martin's head had expanded and his face had changed. He looked inhumanly sexy, but also dangerous, beastly, overpowering. Brian came spontaneously for the second time in two minutes at the sight. Then he pushed Brian to his lips and kissed him, before giving a wolfish grin.

"This is it, Brian. It's time for you to grow, for real this time."

Brian took a moment to process this.

"I don't have to be the little guy any more?"

Martin kissed him again.

"Of course not. You're my boyfriend. I was a little upset that you were posting videos of me without my permission, but I was never going to leave you out."

Martin lowered Brian to one of the cock-nipples, which hardened and began to drip.

"Now, hurry up and drink. I've been eating all day for this. I want to be plowing your giant ass as soon as possible."

Brian felt Trevor's gaze on his back. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Trevor masturbating as he began to suck. Almost immediately, the cock began to flow with liquid, and he felt his stomach filling up...

[Reeza]

Very nice! Lots of hot growth, good descriptions of muscle. And . . . dammit . . . the most unpredictable plot of any story on this forum! All those strange details (a vat of alcohol?) that point to something. But what? I'm already waiting for the next chapter! Well done!

[Kit Werecat]

Oh Wow...... Tekuno.. !

You are such a TEASE! You gave me what I asked for.. Brian to be punished and left out of things. But THEN, you sneak, you started telling the story from BRIAN'S point of view, leaving us totally in the dark with what's happening!

That's not only sneaky, it's downright devious... GODS, IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK!!!!

Man, poor Brian. I mean, I said I wanted to punish the fool, but when he hugged Trevor's CALF which was bigger (and TALLER!) than Brian's entire body, and was effortlessly picked up in the hand of this fantastically-muscled TITANIC GIANT... oh man. Trevor had to simply CLOSE HIS HAND tightly... oh, FUCK. Kind of makes up for that day the sight of him with Martin in the kitchen made Trevor fall instinctively to his knees.. In rough estimates, I'm calculating Trevor nearing the 75 foot mark (tell Wells he's been BUMPED).. every thick foot of it in highly efficient hard and swollen muscle...

A building that is 14 stories tall, with open spaces to allow something to stand vertically in that entire length of height... WITH A SKYLIGHT? Access to the limitless SKY? Oh....... shit.

We ARE in the BIG BOY league now, aren't we?

I remember going to the top floor in an externally-mounted glass elevator on an 11 story building. I remember the THRILL I got as I ascended dramatically from the first floor to the eleventh, and watching the entire world shrink before me.. That's what Trevor has experienced, just going to the eighth floor! I think Brian may get the full trip to the top this night.


And they're only going to get BIGGER and STRONGER... <gurgle> This world is doomed...

Seeing it from Brian's eyes, I almost felt sorry for wanting you to do that to him. The punishment, when actually dolled out, and experienced first hand, is almost heart-shattering, once you've had a taste of this delicious, intoxicating POWER!

"The Line" has not only been crossed, it's been trodden underfoot. What Trevor must've seen when he viewed Brian. Personal relations aside, the creature he held in his hand like a small insect must've been laughably insignificant to him at that point. Oh.. there's no returning for these guys now. The Earth now has a new cosmic paradigm it is going to have to contend with.

Mwabu... Sorry... I'll wipe the drool off and try again..

I like the fact you are including females into the fold.. being Bi myself, I like the thought of a few huge amazons stomping around, if for no other reason that it is going to perpetuate the new Titanic species. Of course, Martin just might solve that problem with some new original approach at procreating, which makes females superfluous (that is, for that particular function. Gee, now we can only use them as intelligent beings with some incredibly astounding physical attributes). So maybe they are as Martin originally considered, "Just for show". I still think Alex has the right idea, tho..

But that's a point - Can Martin "pass on" his fantastic God-creating powers to someone else? Pick one very deserving teen, and imbue him with the ability to carry on Martin's powers? Or am I thinking too small.. Thinking like a lowly mortal... Does Martin have to worry about such things at all any more? Maybe that's what he's been mysteriously grinning about all this time. He's fast reaching a point of becoming physically invulnerable to externally-created harm. He's also shown he can reverse aging! Can he make the (Very) Big Four into Titanic, Muscle-Bound Immortals? In other words... True GODS? I shiver at the thought.

YE GODS (and there's fast becoming 4 of them walking the planet), there are so many twists and corners to this story!

I have to say, Tekuno, you are like Martin - a very forceful and decisive God in your story realm. And even though I asked you to punish Brian, what happened to him made sweat trickle off my brow. I Give. You can let him up now. And it looks like you're going to. I am totally with it now. Punishment served. Let him grow. All is forgiven. I must remember to be careful for what I wish for in the MGS universe..

I'm of course, still trying to put together the mysterious package, and accordingly, the huge tank of alcohol Reeza so keenly picked up on (some of these guys are so great I wish we could be a modern day "Hardy Boys". Damn. Dating myself again..) ...

My mind says one of two possibilities - Nuclear (see that, Bush?) or BioHazard. Either are chilling in their potential. And admittedly, I haven't a clue.

You said this would get strange. So far, it's getting downright mysterious! And for ME at least, VERY SEXY!!

And maybe Martin will keep morphing into something very unappealing. But if he keeps generating Living Gods like Trevor, that alone is worth staying with this story. Trevor has completely overwhelmed me, and surpassed human scales of evaluation now.

And again, Reeza is right - this is the most unpredictable story plot on the forum.


So GLAD to have you back Tekuno. And Thanks for the recent times, where like Trevor, you kneeled down, reached out your hand, and lifted me up a few floors.

Oh! And thanks for the link to the picture.

Cannot wait for the next chapter.

[ploder4]

I love the story so far. I am glad that it seems Brian has accepted Trevor there and not jealous like he was before. I really thought that Trevor was going to be squashed into a bloody pulp. The four of them seem to have their own elite clique going on and I think it is going to be a musclegod club.

Can't wait for the next chapter.

[tekuno]

I have to apologize; the program I use for writing ate my notes for what was going to happen. So I'm having to reassemble the order of events on the fly, and a slight inconsistency has crept in. But I decided to treat it as a plot point instead. Still, it means that Martin suggested something which isn't going to happen after all ? there will be no mass fucking of the employees. At least, not by Martin. (That was originally going to happen. Instead you get giant Martin and some extra weirdness. Lucky you!)

Martin obviously can deviate from human shape, but he seems to be reasonably attached to it. That's partially because it makes psychological sense, and partially because this is a fetish story. Even permitting body horror stuff, if Martin turns into The Blob, or maybe the Robinson Family from the old Marvel New Universe comics (ugh!), it isn't very erotic to read. So although there will be some departures, you may rest assured that he'll stay mostly-human most of the time, probably.

We're almost at the point of explanations! And the really weird stuff is starting! Which means the end is in sight! Maybe four or five parts left ? time to see who's guessing right and who I've managed to mislead! (Because, let's face it, I consider that the story is better the less of it you can see coming.) The final part, when it comes, will be extra-long, because there's a vast amount of stuff which belongs together.

Aerobic
Part 15

*****

Brian's stomach had been starved all day, and suddenly a flood of material came down his throat. There was, technically, far more there than his digestive system could normally have handled, but within a couple of minutes the semen began to be absorbed, and his growth began.

As he remembered from the initial transformations of Trevor and Alex, the first thing which happened was a sort of unhooking of his gut. He could feel it bulge outward as the flow of semen from Martin's cock got stronger, and closed his eyes. After five minutes, he could tell that he was like a sack filled with Martin's cum with a human attached to the top ? but then he felt the peculiar sensation of growth spread outward.

For the most part, the sensation was pure ecstasy. He could understand why Trevor had seemed so blissed-out lately ? every pound of muscle which grew on his body made him more powerful, more dominant, more manly. A sensation of masculine pleasure started to come from his muscles which previously had only been available from his cock, and only during sex.

There was also a core of pain underneath the pleasure. The portion of his mind which wasn't overwhelmed by the feelings of growth classified them as growing pains, like the ones he remembered from adolescence, and wondered how large his bones were getting.

He stretched his arms out to grab as much of Martin as he could, and found himself repeatedly having to adjust his grip as his arms stretched out to encompass more and more of Martin's massive pec. Before long, his left hand reached the end of the massive curve and encountered Martin's wall-like lat.

Before long, his abdomen was long enough ? and his abs' strength was great enough ? that he was able to push his lower body forward, hanging inward from Martin's pec, and fasten his legs around the huge bulges of Martin's obliques. Once again, he found himself having to adjust as his body expanded, and it wasn't long before he was able to grind his crotch against Martin's side.

If the sensation of growing was amazing, the sensitivity of his cock was now mind-blowing. His consciousness began to slip away, and he instinctually continued grinding as he grew.

When the feelings finally began to recede, he couldn't tell whether minutes or hours had passed... or days. He gradually came back to awareness, and discovered that he was lying on the floor. He opened his eyes, and sat up.

Martin was leaning over slightly to look at him. He grinned.

"Ah, you're awake. How do you feel?"

Brian blinked, and considered.

"I feel... oh, god, I feel good. I've never felt this good before."

He realized as he shifted his arms and legs to stand that he was standing on the basement floor. As he stood, he realized that his head was rising... and rising... When he was completely upright, his head reached the floor of the third story of the building. Trevor was looking up at him in awe, and the tiny, puny, normal employees were staring. He could tell from the state of the floor that his growth had inspired repeated ejaculations from nearly everyone; Trevor, in particular, stood in the center of a huge lake of drying cum.

He turned to Martin, and found that his eyes now came up to the middle of Martin's lower set of pecs. Martin smiled down at him, and he smiled back.

"That was... incredible."

"Yes, it was."

"When will I get to grow again?"

"Like that? Probably never."

"What?"

"Oh, don't worry, you're going to get bigger. I promise."

Martin picked up Brian like he was a doll, and lifted him up. He kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Trevor says that the initial growth is more of a shock than later ones."

Trevor nodded up at them.

"You'll never be so overwhelmed again. Sorry if that's a disappointment. I'll try to make it up to you, somehow."

Martin gave Brian a wink, and then kissed him again, forcing his tongue into Brian's mouth. Soon Brian was grinding up against Martin's massive body. The sensations were vastly greater than sex had ever been, but Trevor was right ? his mind was adjusted to them now. Had his head grown? He'd have to check a mirror sometime.

On the other hand, he found that he could savor the sensations so much more now that it wasn't long before he began to scorn his former weakness. He had been like a baby getting drunk on a teaspoon of wine; now he could sense vast new vistas of sexual pleasure which, in his earlier, weaker form he could never have even imagined.

After a mere hour of groping and kissing, which passed like the blink of an eye for Brian, Martin broke from the embrace.

"Now it's time for something I promised you. Step back for a moment."

Brian moved back as far as the cut-out space would permit. Martin gave a smile, nodded, and flexed.

At first Brian couldn't tell what was happening. But Martin's cock ? the one Brian thought of as the "real" one, the one between his legs ? began to grow. It had already been hard, in fact it had been hard all along. It had also grown with Martin, but having been smaller than the nipple-cocks before, it had seemed small. (Brian reflected again on the twisted sense of proportion he had developed; it was "small" ? but it had also been as large as some of the new employee's whole bodies!)

Now it swelled and grew, larger and larger. More veins criss-crossed its surface as it thickened and lengthened. Finally, it finished growing, standing as hard as a rock between Brian and Martin. Brian did a double-take as he realized that it was nearly as long as Trevor was tall.

Martin gave a grin.

"I told you: I want to plow your ass. Ready, big boy?"

The old Brian would have been terrified. Even with his huge new size, Martin's cock was huge. But somehow he knew, implicitly, that Martin wouldn't hurt him.

"Always."

Martin picked Brian up and lowered him onto the giant cock. As Brian had half-expected, his body accepted it easily. He could see the shape of the massive dick pressing outward through his abs, and it moved upward into his chest. There was no pain, merely the greatest pleasure yet. Martin whispered to him:

"I redid your, uh, plumbing to let this happen. Took me all weekend to figure out how. Don't worry about it ? you won't be eating any more, just feeding from me."

Brian nodded, and smiled. It seemed so natural.

They commenced to fuck. Brian found, astonishingly, that he was against almost overwhelmed by pleasure, as Martin's massive arms wrapped around him. Even more astonishingly, he was vaguely aware that Martin was simultaneously fucking Trevor with one of the other cocks, supporting him with one arm. Considering how overwhelming sex was, the prospect of double stimulation was almost scary ? and endlessly hot. Martin's sexuality was just unfathomable. Brian shrugged and resumed kissing.

Hours passed; Brian discovered that ? amazing though his new body was ? he could still be exhausted. And he was. In the end, he had to stop Martin and beg for rest.

It was nearly 2 AM when they stopped. As soon as the sexual electricity of their movements slowed, it became obvious that Brian wasn't the only one who was too tired to continue. The tiny little workers stumbled off to bed, or in a couple of cases just fell over and dozed on the carpet. Brian lay in a heap on an open space on the second floor, supported by a row a structural columns which made him wonder how much of this Martin had foreseen.

The building went quiet, and the lights went out. Everything was still.

Martin's eyes glowed blue-green in the dark.

*****

It had been an amazing week. Behind the placid fa?ade of the front desk, the interior of the building was essentially a constant orgy. In hindsight, Brian found it difficult to believe that he still wasn't sated. He kept waiting for his body to tire of sex, but on the contrary, pairing with Martin felt better and better.

Brian gradually came to realize that Martin had no intention of growing further right away. It didn't really bother him, now that he had regained his position as the second-largest of the group. It amused him that Trevor and Alex were constantly busy having sex with the little normal employees. Not all of them needed it ? the sight of Martin's massive fuck sessions with Brian caused many of them such vicarious pleasure that nothing further was necessary.

But it gradually came back to Brian that Martin had said he didn't want to have sex with the women, and that implied that he did plan on having sex with the men. After reaching this conclusion, Brian gradually puzzled over it, in the moments when he wasn't being stimulated to ecstasy by Martin, at least. Was Martin planning to make all those men bigger? Or was he going to extrude a little tiny penis? The latter idea was absurd, but given what Martin had already shown himself to be capable of, it wasn't entirely impossible. Finally, Brian asked flat-out.

"Martin?"

"Mmmm?"

"Are you planning on having sex with all the puny little men down there?"

"Working on it. Not ready yet."

That appeared to be all Martin was going to say on the subject, so Brian just shrugged his massive shoulders and went back to enjoying grinding against Martin's back, while Trevor and Alex got their daily fixes in front.

*****

"Hey, guys, some news for our business."

This was unusual; since The Hiring, Martin hadn't really spoken to the others about the business. He talked about the details to a staff member who stood on the fifth floor to hold the conversation, and the runts dealt with the details. Trevor, Alex, and Brian had practically forgotten that they were selling the original formula.

"We've had offers for nationwide distribution from four different brands of sports drinks. All four of them have found out we're selling some kind of growth compound, and want in on it."

Trevor and Alex exchanged glances.

"Who did we bribe?"

Martin chuckled.

"Nobody. That's the great part. They all came to the conclusion on their own. And all four of them think they're the only ones asking."

"Can we handle that level of production?"

Martin cracked his knuckles.

"Watch and learn."

He pointed to his bulging midsection; he had been eating more than usual for the last few days. They had assumed that he was going to grow them again, but now he gave a grunt... his testicles dropped and grew. Within minutes, Martin's ballsack was the size of a small house and lying on the basement floor.

"What do you think?"

"I think we're going to need more containers to put the formula in."

Martin smiled.

"We ordered them yesterday."

*****

Ollie awoke; it had been his day for sex with Trevor, and just when he had been almost totally exhausted, the giant musclegod had hit a pose which had more or less forced him to jack off again to relieve the sexual tension. But then an extra food shipment had arrived and everyone normal-sized had had to help move it into "The Lab" for some reason. He had been so tired that he had fallen asleep on the floor, not even bothering to head out and back to his room. Why bother?

He supposed it was 3 A.M. or so. He was just wondering what had woken him up, when one of the doors burst open. No light showed, and took him a moment to realize that the door was right next to The Testicles. Probably the damn things had shifted slightly and forced the door open.

The lights snapped on. He blinked and looked around. And then he heard a rustling noise.

The doors were blocked by a wall of pink flesh. As he watched, it bulged outward, extruding into the room. Honestly kind of gross.

Something flashed up and down, a little too fast to make out. Then another. He edged towards the other doors, when one of the things whipped up and landed on a shelf full of boxes.

It was a tentacle.

Suddenly the wall of flesh opened. It was a nightmare maw, like a lamprey, lined with row after row of teeth. Tentacles unfolded around it, reaching out to the shelves and pulling in boxes and bags. Gradually the contents of the shipment were fed into the thing, containers and all. The teeth tore them all to shreds, which went whirling down what was presumably a throat. The thing pushed further into the room as the food was depleted, closer and closer. Ollie whimpered and pressed against the far wall, too terrified to try the door.

Suddenly a tentacle grabbed his ankle and picked him up. He screamed.

The thing stopped and put him down on the floor. As he sat and gibbered, the surface roiled and eyes popped out and stared at him. He stared back.

The tentacles pulled the last of the food into the mouth, and then retracted. The mouth and the eyes closed, and the seams vanished as if they had never been. The whole surface receded back to the doors.

Ollie reached for the door handles, when another mouth appeared on the surface ? a human mouth.

"Go to sleep and forget the last ten minutes."

...Ollie awoke; it had been his day for sex with Trevor, and just when he had been almost totally exhausted, the giant musclegod had hit a pose which had more or less forced him to jack off again to relieve the sexual tension. But then an extra food shipment had arrived and everyone normal-sized had had to help move it into "The Lab" for some reason. He had been so tired that he had fallen asleep on the floor, not even bothering to head out and back to his room. Why bother?

He supposed it was 3 A.M. or so. He was trying to remember the nightmare he had had, which had vanished in the way of dreams, when he noticed that all the shelves were bare. Where had all the food gone?

He shook his head. This job was great, the sex was amazing, but the whole setup was damned weird. He wouldn't be surprised if the damned testicle had somehow rolled in and eaten it all.

[Kit Werecat]

Hah!!

♫ Someone's been watching Prometheus.. ♫

LOVE this story!!

Yeah, Yeah I know! Testicles! Teeth! Tentacles! COME ON!!

Whats the difference here but a couple of letters switched around? They all start with T!!

<shakes finger accusingly> HE WARNED US!! HE WARNED US!!!

<slaps himself> I guess I am getting kinda' silly.

Getting back to the REALITY of this fantasy..

I loved Brian's growth. It was erotic and sensual. As I stated in the last chapter, he's paid his dues, and has earned every inch he's gaining now. I was so impressed with Trevor's size last chapter. Now Trevor is almost falling over backward to take in Brian!! You just have to keep moving the scale farther and farther back to take these Titans in!!!

The description of Brian's growth was sooo sexy!!! Man! That's exactly how I consider growing muscles to be.. on a much smaller scale, of course.

You certainly know the wonderful feelings associated with muscle growth, Tekuno. Makes one wonder if you work out yourself...


So now we know Martin is like "The Thing".. that is , he can morph any way he wants. Kinda creepy, but.. well...

Here's the thing (no pun intended) - there was a BIG opportunity (GOD. These unintentional PUNS!) for Martin to uh.. consume good ol' Ollie, but he did not. At this point, at least, Martin still respects humans and hasn't considered them protein sources yet.

But have you caught it? There's a disturbing way the narrative is beginning to refer to normal - even enhanced human beings now.."Tiny little workers", "Little normal employees", "Puny little men", "Runts". Uh-Oh....

I think we're crossing over the "SECOND Line", which frankly, I don't get to even mention that often. That's when beings grow so big and powerful that they begin to regard humans as inferior life forms altogether. Ants at a picnic.

A scary time for homo sapiens, to be sure. But friends, as an authority on the subject, I think we are getting close.

Chillingly close.

On pins and needles, Tekuno. For better or worse.. Bring it on.

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

♫ Someone's been watching Prometheus.. ♫

Nope. I generally don't watch movies. (Especially ones which got uniformly bad reviews from people whose opinions I respect.)

Yeah, Yeah I know! Testicles! Teeth! Tentacles! COME ON!!

Whats the difference here but a couple of letters switched around? They all start with T!!

Er, actually I did kind of hesitate, but there's no synonyms which really work. (There's an old joke from Mad Magazine's parody of, I think, The Goonies: "Wow, he must be a huge stud! Where is he?" "No, I said I saw two huge tentacles... never mind.")

Seriously, though: a teacher I had back in... seventh grade? I think?... caught everyone in the class essentially asleep at the wheel when it came to character names. She pointed out, quite correctly, that most people won't bother to read character names longer than a few letters all the way through beyond their first appearance. In whatever-book-it-was-we-were-reading-at-the-time, there were two characters whose names had the same first two syllables, and were both very long, and so every single person in the class had not bothered to pick out which one was doing what at which points.

For this reason, I consciously try not to give any two characters in a story names which begin with the same letter. If you want to think of the characters as "M", "B", "T", "A", "P", "O", and (in this part) "J" and "S", you can go right ahead without confusing yourself. If I ever have to write a story with more than 26 named characters, I may have a problem. (And one of them will have to be "Zachary".)

You certainly know the wonderful feelings associated with muscle growth, Tekuno. Makes one wonder if you work out yourself...

I do, but you would find me terribly disappointing. (And I don't mean "because I'm not five stories high".)

But have you caught it? There's a disturbing way the narrative is beginning to refer to normal - even enhanced human beings now.."Tiny little workers", "Little normal employees", "Puny little men", "Runts". Uh-Oh....

Technically, that was Brian thinking that way. We haven't had narration from Martin's point of view for a long time.

Anyway: next part. Lots of dialog. Lots of plot advancement. Very little growth.

Aerobic
Part 16

*****

Alex cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. Being the "little guy" was mostly okay, but he had to admit that he felt a little intimidated by the others, now. Even Trevor, and Trevor was only double his size. He cleared his throat again, but failed to interrupt Martin and Brian as they fucked.

Finally, cheeks red, he walked up the stairs to the fifth floor and poked Martin's massive traps. There was still no reaction, so he drew back his fist and gave the enormous muscle the hardest punch he could manage. He knew, from an unfortunate mishap in one of the bedrooms, that his punches could actually shatter steel, but the surface didn't even dent.

Nevertheless, there was a deep "hmmmm?", and Martin turned to face him, with Brian still impaled on his mind-blowing cock like a popsicle. Alex went white; Martin's presence was overwhelming, and being the center of his attention — particularly if you thought he wasn't going to be happy with you — was terrifying. He was pretty sure that no emperor, no tyrant on a throne made of bones, had ever been scarier.

"There's, uh, some, uh, bad news."

Dammit, he had to focus just to keep from dropping to his knees and addressing Martin as "my lord".

"Yes? What is it?"

Alex blushed.

"One of the, er, women. Is, er, pregnant. I didn't really think about that. As a, um, possibility."

Martin stared down at Alex. Brian looked back and forth between his godlike lover and the tiny man. As the pause continued, Alex wished more and more that he could melt into the ground.

Finally, Martin appeared to reach a conclusion. He nodded, and then smiled gently down at Alex.

"That's very interesting. And opportune. Bring her to me."

Alex bowed, and walked away. Brian watched him go, and then turned to Martin.

"Will the baby be... acceptable?"

Martin looked at him questioningly.

"I mean, won't it be a mutant or something?"

Martin laughed.

"What, you think I'm turned Alex into some kind of genetic abomination? No. His DNA is all perfectly normal. Heck, even you would be able to father normal children, if you could find a way to get your semen into a woman with that size of cock, and you no longer even have a fully-functioning digestive system. The baby will be perfectly ordinary. But this offers a unique opportunity to gain some insights."

The woman, when she came, was just barely beginning to "show". It had, after all, only been a few months since they had moved into the tower. Martin looked down at her, and smiled.

"How are you doing? Staying healthy? Have everything you need?"

The answer was a barely-intelligible squeak. Martin sighed.

"Lie down and go to sleep for a few hours."

The woman lay down and slept.

"Alex, please move her to the Lab."

"Huh? Why?"

"Alex, buddy, just accept that I'm not going to hurt her. I want to give her an examination. I'll be less dangerous than even the best doctor. Trust me, okay?"

Alex looked unhappy, but he picked the woman up and carried her off. Martin pulled his enormous testicles away from the main Lab entrance, and Alex stepped back out a few moments later. He looked profoundly uncomfortable.

"All right, now everyone stay quiet. I need to concentrate to do this right. Alex, just sit tight. I promise I won't hurt anything."

Martin poked his thumb in through the doors, blocking the view. Strange noises came from the Lab, and Alex began to pace. Minutes ticked by, and then hours. Finally there were some more sounds, and then Martin pulled his hand away from the door.

"Alex, why don't you stay with her until she wakes up."

"What did you do to her?"

"Just some observation. Incidentally, it's a girl. She'll have brown eyes like you, but her mother's hair. Oh, and tell the mother — Janice, was it? — to eat more bananas. She needs potassium."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not at all."

Alex looked back and forth between Martin and the door, and finally shrugged and walked in, closing the doors behind him.

Brian had been staring at Martin for a while. He finally spoke.

"Was that for real?"

"Oh, yes. The fetus is healthy. No issues."

"But you didn't do all that just to check the health of the fetus."

"Well, as a matter of fact, no."

There was a pause.

"What were you doing, then?"

"Learning."

Another pause.

"Learning what?"

Martin kissed Brian.

"A new skill, I hope. I won't know for a while."

"Would it kill you to just tell us what you're doing?"

"No. But I'd rather finish it and then show you completed results than try to describe what I might be able to do someday if I do things right."

Brian sighed.

"I might as well be fucking an oyster."

Martin smiled back at him.

*****

Alex walked to the edge of The Pit, as they now called it. He looked up, craning his neck. Martin had recently announced that he wanted to grow again, and had reached a height of twelve stories over a week of constant eating. Brian had had his height doubled and his musculature enhanced even further, and now stood permanently on Martin's testicles, which filled almost the entire basement level, leaving space only for Martin's enormous feet.

The display of mind-bending muscle and male sexuality had become so overwhelming that most of the normal employees had to avert their eyes if they didn't want to be entranced into masturbation. Even Alex found that he usually couldn't ignore it. Something about the massive perfection of the two figures, and the way they spent nearly every waking moment at the absolute crest of sexual ecstasy, went straight to a point buried deep in his libido. But this time, he was agitated enough to ignore it... mostly.

He took the elevator to the tenth floor — the highest it would go — and headed for the stairs. By the time he reached the eleventh floor, where Martin's man-sized head was surrounded by vast traps, he could feel his resolve weakening. He saw Brian's expression of bliss as Martin's building-sized rod pistoned in and out of his giant ass, and his own cock hardened. To make the task even more difficult, Trevor was here, banging an employee as he watched Martin and Brian.

He went over and punched Martin's delt, and yelled.

"How did you know?"

It took a moment for all the momentum to die away, and Alex could feel the intense pressure of the sexuality around him relax slightly.

"What?"

"How did you know? Janice just had her baby, and it's a girl, and it has brown eyes. How the hell could you tell?"

Martin grinned.

"Stop fucking grinning! Tell us what the fuck is going on! Is this a Kafka novel or something?!"

Martin looked hurt, but Trevor spoke up.

"He's right, you know. You never tell us anything. You keep doing things and not telling us why you're doing them. Can't you share a little, at least? Just a broad outline?"

Martin looked at Brian.

"What do you say?"

"I'd kind of like to know, too."

Martin sighed.

"Okay. Sit down. You, there, what's your name?"

The tiny little employee almost wet himself as Martin spoke to him.

"Sean... sir."

"All right, then. Sean, you run along. Tell everyone to stay down on the first floor for a while, or in their bedrooms. I want some privacy for this."

Sean pulled on his pants and ran. Martin gave a rueful smile, and then gave a small cough. The sound was not unlike a bomb going off.

"I suppose I can tell you a few things. Sit down, you two. This may take a while."

Martin looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Where to begin... well, as you know, I have achieved control over my body chemistry to an amazing extent. Around the time I started to grow, I began to be able to understand what was happening in my own body on a deeper and deeper level. And then I found that I could control it... sometimes, at least. When I realized that I could make people grow, too, I started working on that as hard as I could, and eventually managed to boost production and effectiveness. With the result that we were able to found our little business.

"And then we discovered that there were other effects as well. Once I found out about that, I started to wonder what else my body might be able to do. The problem is that the understanding I had at that time was very feeble. I could barely detect body chemistry at all. Trying to make changes was like trying to thread a needle by dangling the thread from the ceiling overhead. I know, now, that it was because I was already used to what my body was doing. When all the processes were things my body was doing anyway, it was practically impossible to make any deductions. It's surprising that I got as far as I did. But then I found a shortcut...

"I don't know if you remember, Alex, what I was doing when you first showed up?"

Alex frowned.

"Eating."

"No, I was cooking. To be specific, I was preparing a whole fresh fish. When you burst through the door, the knife slipped, and I cut my hand. As it happened, that was fortuitous. Some of the fish... juice got into the cut."

"Ouch."

"Oh, by that time pain was no longer an issue. I put a bandage on it and waited for it to heal. I could feel that something strange was happening in the cut, but I thought it was just an immune response, or maybe the healing itself. I couldn't really decode the things which were happening, until I took off the bandage and saw what had happened."

Martin's enormous hand came into view.

"It looked approximately like this."

He closed his eye for a moment, and a few rows of scales popped out of his skin. Trevor, Alex, and Brian were shocked.

"I realized that somehow my body had incorporated the fish cells, pulled the DNA in and become, so to speak, part fish. Without even realizing how I knew it, I knew that if I wanted I could grow gills and breathe underwater. Once I knew that, it gave me an edge."

He concentrated again, and the scales were absorbed back into his hand, which he lowered.

"Of course, in the long term, this permitted me to learn how to manipulate my genes directly, although it took a week to gain enough control to reabsorb the original scales. But what I realized immediately was that this indicated a tremendous opportunity."

Alex blinked.

"What?"

"Well, if exposure to fish cells could give me control of fish traits, then maybe I could learn things from other animals as well. After a little research, naturally I went for octopus next—"

This time, all three of his listeners stopped him.

"Why?"

Martin frowned.

"If you will go and read up on octopi, you will find that they have a unique nervous system. Specifically, all the muscle in the body of an octopus can be used like a primitive brain. It took me a week to figure out how the trick was worked, in full, and then naturally I improved on it."

Martin flexed his torso.

"These muscles of mine are not only strong, they are also capable of thought, within certain minor limitations. And, of course, they also have sensation — ordinary human muscles do not, in fact, feel anything. It's nerves which do that. And since I designed the sensations of the muscles myself, every time a muscle fiber tenses, it lets off a feeling like an orgasm. My entire body constantly marinates in pleasure, just from my breath alone. Every bit of motion is pure pleasure, and just standing upright, what with the necessary muscles in my legs and ass tensed up, is like a constant orgasm."

There was a pause.

"Naturally, I didn't stop there. Through our contacts, I began to seek out flesh from other animals. All it took was a tiny amount of fresh meat, or blood, put in contact with my blood, and I could deconstruct the animal's genes and body chemistry. I contain, within myself, roughly 2000 species of animals, now."

There was another, longer pause.

"So you could grow wings? Or a tail?"

Martin nodded. Alex made a desperate attempt at humor.

"But not grow leaves."

Martin frowned at him.

"What do you take me for? Practically the first thing I did was assimilate plants. I have a lot more of those, ah, memorized. If you'd like I can photosynthesize, but it doesn't really look very good because it requires both blood and chlorophyll in my skin—"

Martin's face changed color until it was nearly black — not the normal black that is typical of the skins of Africans, but a greenish-gray black which looked like dirty swamp water.

"—and besides, there's not enough light in here to sustain me anyway, so why bother?"

Martin's face cleared back to his usual tone.

"There was a bit of a problem which I discovered around that time. Growing things is easy. Most cells want to grow. Making growth happen is just a matter of providing the material, and sometimes optimizing a few processes or giving them a trigger chemical. After all, cells usually have plenty of time to duplicate, so there's no problem if duplication takes a few hours. I analyzed a lot of bacteria before I discovered how to speed things up, but that was trivial. The real problem is getting rid of things which are already grown."

"Huh?"

"Well, suppose I want to change a part of my own body. Let me give you a demonstration."

The hand poked up again, with a finger extended.

"Suppose that I wanted to grow a little, ordinary-human-sized finger on the tip of this finger."

"Why?"

Martin grinned.

"Maybe I want to play Furious Avians on a cellphone or something. It's not like I can tap a touchscreen these days. Anyway, in order to do that, the tissue inside the existing big finger has to be changed into a support structure for the little one, which means destruction and rebuilding. There's about ten cubic feet of tissue in there which needs to be changed. Using the best methods I had as of the time we moved here, it would work like this..."

Martin grunted, and closed his eyes. After about thirty seconds, a tiny bump appeared on the tip of his finger, which gradually extended a few inches. All told, it took about a five minutes.

"And now, suppose I wanted to be rid of that finger... you'd think it wouldn't take any longer, but no. It took me weeks of practice to get the process up to this speed."

The finger gradually melted away. His audience's eyes stared at it for the entire six minutes.

"And that was just a finger! It would have been easier to cut off the whole area, eat it to regain the nutrients, and regrow it all... but that's a waste of energy. So, what do you think I did next?"

There was silence. Finally Trevor spoke.

"I'm sorry... that's really... just, weird. And kind of gross."

Martin grinned.

"You did ask for this, didn't you? It's unfair to tell me you don't like it now. Hardly my fault. Don't worry, though, buds, you think this is all okay, and kind of hot."

The three smaller men brightened up immediately.

"So, what do you think I did?"

"No idea."

"Well, I began to wonder if there might be more effective ways to destroy tissue. That led me to diseases, of course. There's nothing like gangrene, or flu viruses, or flesh-eating bacteria, to tear cells apart. It took a long time to arrange for samples of those things, naturally, since nobody wants them rattling around loose."

Brian's jaw dropped.

"That package! The one you said would get us code names if it was dropped."

Martin nodded.

"Yes. The delivery guy would have been patient zero, and the rest of us would have been patients one, two, three, and four. I've never been so nervous about a package in my life."

"You're insane!"

"Ah, but it worked! I went into the lab and engulfed the different cultures whole. For safety's sake, I did it standing in a pool of alcohol, so I could burn myself up to sterilize things if it turned out I couldn't contain the bacteria. But as it turned out, dealing with the bacteria was child's play. It was actually more difficult to assimilate wolf DNA than to deal with flesh-eating bacteria. Of course, observing isn't the same as understanding, and so it took weeks before I really appreciated the mechanisms properly, but once I did... well, let me demonstrate."

A bump formed on the tip of the finger. In seconds, it grew larger and took on shape until there was an entire torso rooted in the tip of Martin's finger. It had Martin's face, in miniature, on its ordinary-human-sized head, and did a double-biceps pose, followed by a most-muscular, before giving Trevor and Alex a wink and sinking back into Martin's finger. The whole thing took less than fifteen seconds.

"As you can see, it's much more efficient."

There was silence, again, as Brian, Trevor, and Alex digested all this.

"Actually, I took a new step a few weeks ago. All of this is well and good, but I've been wondering all along if I could change other people."

"What, you haven't changed us?"

Martin shook his head.

"I've manipulated your body chemistry, that's all. Once you know how the homeobox works, and which chemicals trigger which stages of cellular development, you can tease a human being into some pretty interesting shapes. More collagen in the skin to erase signs of aging, or a little cocktail of hormones to enlarge the body... you can even trick parts of the body into destroying themselves and have the replacements be something else entirely. But the result will still be fully human, unlike me.

"But I wondered if I could turn other people into something more than human, too. So I decided to study retroviruses. So at the end of last month, I tried a cocktail of different immunodeficiency viruses."

"Huh?"

"Oh, AIDS, FIV, stuff like that."

The others gasped.

"Will you calm down? My body no longer matches the types of cells those things attack anyway. I had to whomp up some fake cells to watch them work."

"And?"

"And I have learned the trick, mostly. Not very efficiently, yet, compared to changing myself, but... Trevor, open your mouth."

Trevor obliged. A cock rose up over the edge of the flooring, lengthening as it moved, and plugged into Trevor's mouth. Fluid began to flow, and Trevor's belly distended. Then the cock pulled back, and vanished over the ledge.

Trevor fell to his knees. Hair grew out of his body, and his limbs rearranged. A tail sprouted from the base of his spine. His head changed shape as his torso fell forward, and soon there was a massive black wolf on the floor, blinking at Alex, Martin, and Brian.

"Not bad, huh? They don't even have to be real animals... I can turn you into a merman, or a unicorn, or whatever."

"But... but... Trevor!"

"Oh, don't worry, his brain is still in there and functioning. Here, let's fix him up again."

Once again, a cock pushed its way into the Trevor-wolf's mouth. Before long, Trevor was a normal (if two-story-tall and extraordinarily muscular) human, standing in the center of an oval of recently-shed black fur.

"That's... just plain weird."

"Yeah, I figured people wouldn't be interested in permanent changes."

"More importantly, what are you going to do with that ability?"

Martin gave Trevor a grin in reply.

"I thought... have a really fantastic Halloween party?"

Martin's grin intensified.

"And after that... well, I do have some plans..."

*****

As Alex fucked the other women that night, he tried to decide what he wanted Martin to make him for Halloween. Something sexy, of course... perhaps something with fetish associations? Halloween was only a day away, already, so Janice wouldn't be back from the hospital yet, but maybe he could let her pick?

As he drifted off to sleep, he realized that he had never found out what Martin had been doing with Janice when he "observed"...

[Reeza]

Curiouser and curiouser! I can't stop reading this. It's fascinating.

How much LSD did you ingest before you came up with this story?

[Anifanatic10]

Originally Posted by Reeza

Curiouser and curiouser! I can't stop reading this. It's fascinating.

How much LSD did you ingest before you came up with this story?

This is the guy that wrote In Corpore Sano... I will not be surprised by whatever freaky shit he writes. But I will read it. And I will love it.

[Kit Werecat]

Well.... That was...

Set Plot to Creep Factor 6.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything negative here. It's just... well, CREEPY!!

I'm almost wishing I could experience Martin's command-suggestions that he uses to get his guys more used to this stuff, like the other three have. I've noticed even with THOSE, the others have been dropping deeper and deeper into weirdness that Martin has to keep upping the scale of the "be cool with it" commands, for them to get through this. Otherwise, I think they would of rabbited long ago.

Now instead, they're happily debating if they want to BE seven foot tall muscular anthropomorphic rabbits! Oh, the Furry community would LOVE Martin! I dare say it would be possible for even ME to live up to my MGS name as an 8 foot tall, muscled sexy kitty..

So you see, the concepts are growing on me..

Too bad this chapter didn't debut in October...


I didn't even know what a homeobox WAS!! Thought at first it was mis-typed. And I'll bet even now everyone's Spelling Checkers are insisting it's a non-existent word. Had to look it up. Hey, I'll be the first to acknowledge when a teacher takes me back to school... Now my head is swimming with Hox Genes, and all sorts of creepy stuff.

I mean there's normal Body Building, but Martin is taking this way farther, and a lot more literally!

I swallowed hard when Martin started "tinkering" with Janice and her kid. Those are heavy moves, there. I obviously wonder if this is the first of a race of Super Beings - the next step up on the evolutionary scale. What a weird thing to contemplate. Technically, the race would be spawned from Alex, but in this new game of genetic meddling, it might be more considered Martin's kid. To have a cock that spawns a whole new race of Superbeings really messes with my head. But then, that's exactly what you want, isn't it?

Sometimes I think you're as deliberately cryptic and impish as Martin himself... You're toying with us.


There's an artist that's named H.R. Giger. His artwork inspired the creature in Ridley Scott's "Alien". It was often said of him in those days, "It isn't that he actually has that wild of an imagination.. he simply paints what he actually sees."

I'm not sure I would wanna be in your head or not, Tekuno. But your concepts are haunting my thoughts more and more lately.


We solved a lot of mysteries this chapter - the fish, the injury to his hand, the package (I was right - Biohazard), and even that scary moment with the alcohol (THAT got my hairs standing on end when explained).

But as expositional as this last chapter was, we still really don't comprehend the BIG question - What is Martin ultimately trying to do? And how does he see himself and others in their final form?

Changing Brian to not depend on eating for energy and growth anymore kind of clicked an alarm in the back of my head, but I think it's better to see how this unfolds a bit more before I venture any more thoughts there.


I think I'm 'WAY past telling you what a good story this is. I now attend this thread as dutifully as a Junior attending his Majoring Class. But never think I'm complacent. I am absolutely mesmerized.

[convolution]

You've gently guided us to a very weird place.... bizarre, so erotic, and totally unpredictable.
Thanks for the great story.

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything negative here. It's just... well, CREEPY!!

Well, yeah. Biology is creepy.

Have you (meaning any of you reading this, not you, Kit Werecat, specifically) ever gone and looked at some of the stories on Metabods, or some of the artwork on FurAffinity? You get people growing arms, or legs, or cocks, or even heads, willy-nilly (no pun intended). And that's supposed to be erotic. (And, sometimes, I think it actually is, although the fact that I post my stories here instead of there should tell you where I fall on that continuum.)

But this is meant to be a somewhat-realistic setting. (With certain specific suspensions of disbelief ? the speed of Martin's transformations and the mind-control thing being two major examples.) If that's the case, then you can't just say "so-and-so suddenly had four arms", you have to consider what has to happen to create a second pair of arms ? what has to appear, or alter, or disappear, if the new arms grow separately and later than the rest of the body.

(You also have to consider anatomy. Putting two sets of arms on a single set of human shoulders would render both pairs somewhat less functional, because the linkages to the muscles which move your arms around wouldn't all be there. If you put one set in front of the other, then the rear set wouldn't be able to move forward easily because it wouldn't link to the pecs, and the other set wouldn't be able to move backward easily because it wouldn't link to the rear deltoids and lats. And if they were arranged vertically, then you run into the same set of problems with vertical motions. So to have two sets of arms which are really functional, you need another set of pecs, with matching back muscles, which changes things somewhat. Of course, I'm taking massive liberties with anatomy anyway, a man twelve stories tall would probably die of various structural weaknesses almost immediately, but I'm trying to avoid just wishing details away whenever possible. I'd rather hand-wave away "Martin has discovered a way to make his main arteries able to withstand incredible pressure, and thus doesn't die of blood-pressure-induced hemorrhage" than "Martin has a set of arms which have a full range of motion even though there are no muscles to make that happen". The former just requires that Martin can come up with a biological solution we don't know about yet ? which is fair enough ? whereas the latter means we're actively wrong about something we do know, and that, to me, is harder to swallow.) (Heck, for that matter, nobody has cut into Martin. Maybe he just has multiple smaller hearts, all pumping blood at once, to keep the pressure immediately outside any of them down.)

On another level, though, biology shares a certain quality with physics, in that the intuitive grasp we have of how living things work fails as soon as you start looking at them in detail, the same way our intuitive grasp of physics fails once you start looking at matter on a small enough scale. We think in terms of discrete living beings, and we see them do certain things, but start to break down the processes or define living things carefully, and you get all sorts of surprises ? for example, human skin isn't just one big surface, it's lots of little strips which grew together on the fetus. (Look up "Blaschko's lines".) And even a single-celled organism is massively complex; thousands of interactions going on all the time, on a level where we are only barely able to sense them with our best equipment.

I realize that a lot of what is happening in this story is, well, yicky, for lack of a better term. But "yicky" is entirely in your head. We have a ? very sensible! ? intuition that it isn't a good thing for your insides to be exposed, or change significantly. (You don't want your skin to break open, right? Seeing guts is yicky because it's always a bad sign. Surgeons haven't existed long enough for evolution to get us instincts about them.) And we don't like to think too hard about "wrong" shapes (missing or extra limbs) because most of the time they aren't a good thing for survival.

Anyway, I promise anyone who is worrying that, whatever the stages in between here and there, Martin will end up human shaped, if massive. We still have one or two plot twists to go, though. (Depends on how you view them.)

So here we go again:

Aerobic
Part 17

*****

The man turned off the ignition, mildly annoyed at having to park so far from the building. The parking lots were full, and then some ? cars were parked in the aisles as well as the spaces ? and on-street parking was full for blocks around. He was lucky to have found a spot only four blocks away.

Luckier still that this area was so anonymous and commercial. There were a sprinkling of residences only a block from the building, he knew from picking up his consignments of the "formula", but most of the neighborhood was office buildings, and at 7 PM, they were long-since closed and dark. If they hadn't been closed, he wondered whether anyone would have gotten suspicious enough to call the police. There was a crowd gathering to the building, and every single member of it was... well, okay, there were some tough-looking women, the sort who probably did MMA or something, but nearly every single person converging on the building was a big, bulky guy. He had seen bodybuilding competitions where the men on stage were smaller, on average, than the people lining up in the office.

A massive man in a butler tuxedo and a domino mask was stepping up and down the line, handing out drinks from a tray. He took one, and was astounded to find that it was champagne, and good stuff at that. Another similarly-dressed man came by and took his empty glass away.

*****

In the kitchen area in the basement, a single bottle of very expensive champagne stood, exactly one quarter of a glass having been poured out several hours ago. Martin had downed it and concentrated on the flavor. Now, a strange bulge off the side of Martin's testicles stuck out, and a row of strange organs ? half-penis, half udder ? hung down. The waiters, acting under orders, failed completely to think about the implications, or shudder as they poured the drinks. Martin had said "organic matter is organic matter", and it was true that this permitted him to give the guests a few extra organic pushes in the right direction, but for some reason Trevor and Alex, who had visited the kitchen, didn't feel at all like drinking. Brian, on the other hand, found Martin's suddenly-alcoholic saliva merely one more reason to kiss...

*****

At the inner door, using uPads to check names against a list, were an angel and a devil. The costumes were fantastically well-done. He felt a little ashamed at his perfunctory gesture towards a costume ? he was wearing the apron he had kept when he stopped working at House Despot a few years back ? but at least he had a costume. Some of the men weren't even dressed up. Most of them were obviously ashamed.

The angel and the devil, however, were amazing. He wondered how many hours they had spent to get the look right. Just for a start, both were massively muscular and well over six feet tall. Their bodies were so perfectly matched that they almost had to be twins. Both of them had wings folded behind them; the angel's wings were covered in white feathers, while the devil's were apparently made of black leather, and glistened. The devil, colored a brilliant crimson red from head to toe and shaved completely bald, wore a loincloth which left very little to the imagination ? in fact, he suspected that the devil was stuffing his shorts. The angel, on the other hand, wore a white toga which only emphasized his massive muscles even more... and when he idly looked down, he saw that the angel was either perfectly matched to the devil "down there" as well, or else they had managed to stuff their shorts to exactly the same degree. The angel's skin was extraordinarily pale everywhere, and his body had been shaved, but he had a shaggy mass of blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. They must have spent a fortune on those colored contacts, he mused ? both the blue and the red irises almost seemed to glow.

There wasn't much more to the angel's costume ? just a tinsel halo which looked chintzy and cheap compared with the realism which had gone into the wings ? and so on the whole he was inclined to think the devil's costume was the better of the two. The man's body bristled with claws and horns ? the huge bare feet had talons like a bird, even including one on each heel, and there were short but sharp-looking claws on the fingernails, and naturally there were the requisite horns growing from the forehead. But that wasn't the whole set ? some enterprising designer had added spikes down the man's spine (and down the tail which hung out of the loincloth, which must have cost quite a bit in leatherwork), spikes where his traps met his delts, wickedly curved horns from the elbows, a second set of claws on the man's knuckles... he looked convincingly demonic and destructive, but also uniquely sexy. He felt himself getting hard underneath his apron as the line slowly moved him towards the door, and blushed as he handed over his invitation, as the devil gave him an animalistic look. The devil tore it in half, tossed it into a bin, and tapped a finger against his tablet, before nodding him through the door.

Inside the door, the hallway was filled with a press of large men talking and laughing, with women occasionally dotting the crowd like baseballs in a bin of volleyballs. Some of the men ? a few with name tags identifying them as employees ? had angel and devil costumes like the two men outside the door, and more butlers were stationed here and there, passing out drinks. As he pressed forward, a little unsure of what to do, he felt the urge to drink more. It's free, he thought, so why not take advantage. By the time he reached the end of the hallway, he was beginning to suspect that he was drunk. But why not? It was a party, wasn't it?

At the end of the hallway there was some sort of hokey-looking thing; sort of a fake grotto. Two more employees, both massively muscular and wearing more amazing costumes ? one was some sort of cat-man, complete with fur, tail, and claws, and the other some kind of insanely muscular superhero with eyes that frankly glowed blue, somehow ? stood talking to guests. After each interview, they would shout something down the tunnel and give the guest a firm push inside.

When he reached the entrance, he found himself collared by the cat-man.

"What would you like to be for Halloween?"

He looked down, puzzled.

"I'm a House Despot worker, right?"

The cat man lightly ticked him under the chin with a clawed finger.

"Don't be silly. A great big guy like you, being a lowly stock worker? That's no fun. You need a new costume."

"I do?"

"Of course you do. We're here to help you. What would you like to be?"

"Mmmmm. Dunno."

The cat-man reached out and pulled off his apron.

"Hmmm. Take off that shirt."

He obliged.

"Oh, you're a big one, aren't you? You like being big?"

"Yeah."

He grinned. He always liked hearing people flatter him about his size.

"Well, then, how about something powerful? Big and strong?"

His grin widened. This sounded fun.

"Oh, yeah, that sounds great!"

"And wild. I bet you like being wild and untamed, like me, right?"

He eyed the cat-man. Other than the costume, the cat-man was naked; his bulging muscles were matched by an enormous cock. Normally, he might have found the idea disgusting, but as a costume, just for a night? Yeah. In fact, he'd kind of like to look like that himself. The idea flattered his ego.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

The cat man folded him in an embrace, and he felt his hard cock rub up against massive fur-covered muscles.

"Mmmmm. I bet you'd like to be something dominant. A wolf? A lion? What would you like to be?"

He swallowed. He was pretty sure that if this kept up, he was going to come in his pants.

"N-no. I'd like to be more human."

"How about a big strong ape? Massive like a bull gorilla? You could be an alpha silverback."

He thought about it... that sounded good. He nodded.

The cat gave him an inscrutable cat smile, and he noticed for the first time that the eyes were true feline slits. Damn, these costumes were too good by half! The cat turned to the cave.

"A big strong ape-man! As big and strong as possible, please!"

He felt himself pushed into the darkness of the cave. From behind, he heard the cat murmur "what would you like to be for Halloween?" to someone else.

He stumbled on. The cave was full of turns, and completely dark inside.

Suddenly, something grabbed him. He tried to yell, but he was wrapped up completely in an instant, and someone held his mouth open while something pushed down his throat and began pouring liquid into his stomach. He could feel it churning inside him.

In an instant, the thing in his mouth pulled out, and he was completely released. He stood sputtering for a moment, and was given a gentle push. His head was whirling, but he kept moving forward.

It was odd, he ought to feel outraged after what had happened, but actually he felt good. Really good. He felt on top of the world. And turned on. Incredibly turned on. There was noise coming from ahead, and he wanted to go see what it was about. Maybe he would find something to fuck.

His clothing seemed to be too tight. He pulled it off awkwardly as he wandered forward, bumping against walls. He was mildly puzzled, in a drunken way, to feel hair against his hands. And also to feel the floor with his hands. It seemed normal, but he couldn't remember ever doing it before. Not while walking, anyway.

Abruptly, after one last turn, the tunnel ended. He blinked in the light.

He was near the end of the hallway. Ahead of him he could see... all sorts of things. There were angels and demons, and werewolves and other animal-men, and superheros, and policemen and firemen, and martial artists, and doctors and centaurs and construction workers and mermen and... the only two things which seemed to be constant is that all the men were huge, and all the men were having sex with each other.

There were women, too, here and there. The women were more heterogenous than the men. There were huge, muscular women in various forms, but there were also more conventionally attractive women as well. In one corner he could see a mega-muscular woman who couldn't have been more than 4 feet tall, talking to a busty supermodel who must have been at least twice her height.

It was like an erotic Hieronymous Bosch painting. He felt a momentary panic at the sheer mix of bizarre shapes, but a voice suddenly spoke to him.

"Don't worry. This is just for Halloween. They're all sexy. You're sexy, too. Enjoy it while it lasts. Have some confidence in your new body."

New body? He looked around and saw some full-height mirrors to one side ? an impossibly huge gladiator was admiring his pecs, next to a muscular android with four arms who was groping himself in surprise ? and walked over, knuckling the ground ? it felt good to support himself with his arms.

He was an ape-man, just as he had suggested. Sort of. He had an approximately human face, except for the nose, and his build was more human, or at least monkey-ish, than a real ape, but he had the bulk of a gorilla. And ? he looked down ? a gigantic cock. At least 15 inches long, and rock-hard.

He grinned at his reflection, revealing a pair of large, sharp incisors, and flexed a few times. His arm and chest muscles were incredible. And the hair was so erotic! He suddenly wanted to have sex with all the men in the room, and maybe some of the women! He howled, and beat his chest, and knuckled his way towards the end of the hall.

At the end of the hall, he received a shock. Two shocks, really.

The first shock came into view almost immediately. In an opposite corner of the room there was a tentacle monster, straight out of Japanese animation. Well, sort of. It was a huge purple man, about 14 feet tall and enormously muscular, a chest as broad as he was tall, with testicles the size of beachballs. He had multiple arms, and his groin writhed with a nest of long, prehensile penises... penii?... and more seemed to be coming from behind his back somewhere. The monster was ravishing women, six of them receiving attention from his caressing hands while another ten or so were lying on their backs twined around, and penetrated by, his cocks. He felt a little disturbed at the sight, but unlike the stereotype, the monster was very gentle. It must have been less horrifying than he felt it to be, because there was a line of women obviously waiting turns.

The bigger shock, though, only came into view gradually as the end of the hallway ceiling approached. Standing in the center of the area was a giant angel and devil, not entirely unlike the ones at the entrance, but even more massively muscular. This angel, though, had no toga. His massive ballsack hung down and filled what he presumed was the basement.

The devil was naked, too. He was, like the angel, so profoundly muscular that he didn't look human, at all. He had even more horns and spikes than the normal-sized ones at the door, and looked not just sexy but insanely dangerous ? except that the angel's giant cock impaled him very firmly. The two figures were engaged in enthusiastic sex, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around their feet.

He looked around, unsure what to do next. Just grab someone and start fucking? Tap someone on the shoulder? What was the protocol in an inhuman orgy?

A shadow fell over him, and he turned around. A massive, draconic figure was standing in front of him. It was vaguely humanoid, and as massively over-muscled as the angel and the devil, but most of it was covered in metallic-looking scales. Its body would have made it around 30 feet tall as a human, but it had massive, spiky, lizard-like wings and a long spiny tail, and its reptilian neck, in true dragon fashion, stretched down nearly 10 feet, bringing its head a bit closer to him.

"Need a partner, little monkey?"

"Yeah!"

"You can come with me... but first..."

The dragon picked him up gently with its clawed hands. Only then did he notice the massive cock sprouting from its groin. Unlike most of its body, the organ was only skin-covered, not scaly, and to his surprise, he was able to take it without pain. In fact, as the dragon essentially masturbated itself with his entire body, he realized he had never felt anything so wonderful.

Finally, the dragon came. It puffed a cloud of smoke.

"Enjoy that, little monkey?"

"Yeah! Do it again!"

"No. I'm trying to win a bet, here. But if you come with me, you can have some fun."

The dragon put him on its shoulders; with all the spines, and the huge muscles, there was no problem keeping balance. Before long, he realized what the dragon meant ? as it wandered the room fucking men, some of them got passed along for his pleasure. The wings held him in place as he paired with the various massive and masculine forms again, and again, and again...

*****

Brian broke off kissing Martin, and rubbed his tongue against his fangs for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

"It's 11:30 already. Are you going to lose? I'm the only person you've had sex with all night. Alex has had every single woman at least twice, and Trevor has been wandering the floor fucking the men since 8."

Martin gave Brian a placid smile, which absurdly matched his "costume". He was using bioluminescence far more strongly than he had permitted anyone else in the room. His skin faintly glowed, and his halo ? in actuality it was basically an odd-shaped horn growing out of the massive traps which nearly engulfed his neck and head ? shone like a low-wattage bulb.

"I wouldn't mind losing, if you're my consolation prize."

"Aw, come on. At least try!"

"Well, if you really want me to win."

Martin turned his head.

"Everyone stand on my testicles!"

*****

He heard the huge, deep voice of the giant angel give the order, and somehow he just couldn't disobey. The dragon was startled, and tried to stop him climbing off, but with monkey-like agility, he hit the floor running and leapt into the central area.

When everyone except the fitfully protesting dragon and the tentacle monster was in the center, the angel gave a grunt.

Suddenly, human figures rose out of the "floor". They were angels and devils, slightly bigger than even the largest of the human-sized guests, and they quickly ? but gently ? took hold of everyone, men and women alike. In a matter of moments, all the guests were being penetrated, in the most exquisite way. He had thought that the dragon was amazing, but this was an order of magnitude greater. The pleasure of it almost made him pass out.

The dragon took off into the air, and flew higher and higher.

*****

Trevor landed on a ledge near Martin's head, and puffed a bit. Flight sounded great until you actually had to do it. Climbing would have been easier. And up here, the heat was intense. It always was, these days. Martin's body radiated heat like a furnace since he reached this size ? they had to leave some of the skylight windows open.

After a few moments, he caught his breath.

"Cheater!"

Martin gave him a look of absolutely ? by definition ? angelic innocence.

"You didn't put any conditions in the bet. Just because you thought I'd have to use the cock in my groin, for some reason, that doesn't mean I had to do that."

"Dammit!"

"Now, I just managed to reach nearly 100% penetration... in fact?"

Martin reached out, grabbed Trevor and held him to his chest, where his nipple transformed back into a cock and penetrated immediately. Trevor could see Alex on the other nipple.

"There. 100%."

"Dammit!"

"I've been watching. You and Alex only reached around 62%. And there's only ten minutes remaining until midnight. Looks like I don't have to tell you what I'm doing next. Do you concede?"

Trevor yelled, and then gave a lop-sided grin.

"No, I think you'd better fuck us all some more."

Brian snickered.

"Why did you make the bet in the first place?"

Trevor gave a draconic moan, and shrugged.

"Hey, it was worth a shot. Besides, there's really ?*uh ? no downside to losing, is there?"

*****

He walked back to his car, a grin plastered on his face. He looked at his watch ? 3 AM. Wow!

That had been fun! He had had more sex in the last 8 hours than for the previous two months, and it had all been fantastic! His balls actually hurt, slightly, from all the orgasms.

And being an ape-man had been fun, too! He had wrestled with some of the other animals for dominance, and when he found that muscle-bottom dressed in an ?berman costume? How many times had he fucked him? Or that horse-hung centaur who had fucked him? It was, he had to admit, like his deepest fantasies come true!

Changing back hadn't been quite as fun. And somehow, that last fuck from the giant angel had sobered him up completely ? so much for all the booze! And before he could ask for anyone's names, the massive butlers had swept through, pushed him into his clothing again, and ejected him. (Apparently they had taken the door staff by surprise; the angel had been fucking one of the butlers roughly against a wall, while the devil had been moaning on the floor as the other butler held his tail up to penetrate properly. They had all stopped what they were doing and started helping with embarrassed speed.)

Somehow, he just couldn't face the others, as they came out of the door. They looked so small and weak in the darkness, compared to what they had all been just half an hour earlier. No worries, though. He'd find out more once he was back in the building again.

He grinned. All of that stuff had to be illegal. He'd come back the next day, and they'd let him in, and make him into a sex monkey again, or he'd threaten to call the cops. As long as it was only a threat, it wouldn't count as disloyalty, and they couldn't know that it was a bluff... the blackmail potential was incredible.

He hummed a little tune as he drove home. Tomorrow, he'd go back. And he'd be an ape-man again, and fuck... he'd be hairy, hung, and dominant... he'd be... he'd... ?

What would he be? Where was he? Geez, whatever he had done, it must have been pretty incredible. He couldn't even remember driving home, and here he was, waking up in his car at 4 AM. At least he hadn't thrown up. He shook his head, and headed for bed.

*****

"Are you sure you aren't going to grow your second arms back?"

"Don't need 'em any more. Besides, I consumed a lot of mass to do all those tricks for the party. And turning everyone back afterwards, too. It makes more sense just to use what's left of the arm-mass to make the rest of me bigger."

"Well, no arguments there. Just keep the cock-nipples. I like them."

"Sure."

Martin looked down.

"What was that, Trevor?"

"What did you mean, earlier, when you said 'eureka'?"

"Did I say that?"

"Yes. I heard you quite distinctly. I was perched on your should? well, your traps, actually."

"I wonder."

"Aw, come on! Stop keeping secrets!"

Martin grinned, and put a massive finger on Trevor's lips.

"Ah! You lost the bet, remember?"

Alex came back from helping break down the "cave". He was frowning.

"How many guests did we have?"

"280, all told."

"Hmmmm. I wish you hadn't turned off the security cameras."

"Oh?"

"The staff are saying they're sure more people left than ever showed up."

"Did they count?"

"No, but Sean says one of them interrupted the sex they were having out in the office, and then he saw the guy leaving again, later."

"Hmmmm. I'm surprised he noticed."

Alex refused to be distracted.

"What should we do?"

Trevor crossed his arms, and looked at Martin before giving what seemed like the obvious response.

"What can we do? We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by tekuno

"What can we do? We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

Indeed. This is my approach to this fascinating story. Thanks again.

[miniace2009]

I was honestly expecting a Franken-Fran esque ending to this story hah.

[Kit Werecat]

What a FUN chapter! And perfectly timed!

I think everyone (yes, even me a bit) was beginning to feel somewhat uneasy about the ominous direction the story was taking.

Since that party, I have been really making some mental attitude adjustments here.

Your story sense and balance of science and fantasy is like a fit and perfectly-sculpted gymnast. It's acrobatic, strong, and undeniably there in front of you, to respect and embrace.

Your little conversation about story postulation was wonderful, and crystal clear in reasoning. In a small way, it was like having a late night chat with you by the fire, with a glass of champagne in hand.

I do tend to have such an imagination. Of course, it might also just be because I WAS leaning back late last night reading this, with a glass of champagne in my hand...

Like I said.. I LOVED the party!. What a neat idea! What a neat experience if it could happen. THAT's the stuff dreams are made of..

I particularly loved the "costumes". I found myself strangely drawn to, and felt myself identifying with, the character that queried "Who you secretly wanted to be", for some strange reason..


I think this is a good moment to take stock of the physiological arc the characters have taken so far.

Briefly, if I understand this correctly (and I've gotten it wrong before):

Martin is now 12 stories, which conservatively puts him at about 120 Feet tall. But there's a caveat to that.. If I have my vision of this right, Martin is SITTING DOWN in that building, sort of Indian-style. So he's 12 stories from his hips to the head, of which the actual top is even a bit higher still.

So given that the distance taken by the legs from the floor to the hips of a typical human body is roughly 50% (give or take), this means that Martin is REALLY more like about 240 feet tall now. They did mention a basement, so we probably need to subtract at least 10+ feet for that..

Brian has been said to be nearly half Martin's size, so he's about 100 feet or more high now.

Trevor, last check was casually leaning on floors about five up, and he's grown since, so I assume he is somewhere at the 60 -75 foot mark.

That leaves little Alex, who is is now about 10-12 feet tall (maybe even up to 14 feet).

And of course, all are impossibly muscled.

I like the knee-jerk reaction this story's "visitor" had upon spying Brian. "He looked Insanely Dangerous". I liked that very much.


By the way, I've just about stopped worrying about this story. Worrying about the outcome I mean. I think I finally got hit with a bit of Martiin's drugs, and I'm starting to feel at home with the situation. Must've been that Party!

I tend to think that anyone who would stage this unbelievable event for everyone, isn't really secretly targeting malicious thoughts that completely 180 that thinking. I've been wrong before, but Martin just seems so.. contented, and so omnipotently ABOVE any petty needs to ruin lives, even by apathy of insignificant beings, that I somehow am not sensing the danger I used to.

That may indeed change, and Martin can potentially get a lot bigger, where his mere size on Earth is potentially threatening, but he has the ability to not only limit that, he can reverse it.

Oh, have no doubt - I think he intends to rule the Earth.

But with his abilities to create Superbeings and cure illnesses, solve food supply problems, and who knows? Make it possible for us to survive the rigors of living in space - is this going to be necessarily a BAD thing? He can't do any worse than the knuckleheads who have been attempting it so far..

I used to feel that one of the big dangers was that Martin would get so big, he'd simply turn to homeo sapiens for a food supply. Now, I think he can just will himself to feed off of different sources of protein. For all I know, Martin could alter himself to live on ROCKS.

Besides, we better get used to the idea, because I think with this next growth spurt, he's going to be too powerful for us to do anything about it. I mentioned once back in the evolution of Martin, that he at that point had probably grown so powerful, that he could take an RPG to the abs without feeling it. I then at that point said it would take a first shot to the head to take him out.

I don't believe even that's possible now. I think that at this point, if you somehow splattered Martin into a hundred body fragments, that would only result in a hundred new Martin's rising up.

Hell, they can't even use BioWar weapons on him at this point. He smokes them for a high, now.


One last point. This all started with everyone wanting to get muscular and strong. Of COURSE they are beyond anyone's wildest dreams, but it seems to me they can never experience that. Everything now is sex-motivated.. Does Brian even get OFF that cock? CAN he?
Alex was recently reminded his fist could shatter steel, so good for him, but Trevor needs to take one of the 780 pound barbells he used to pride himself in lifting, and crush it like a grape, between his thumb and forefinger. You know.. Just to get perspective..


Fantastic story. I obviously dwell on it a lot. That's the greatest compliment I can give you.

Gods! LOVED that party! Any plans for NEW YEARS??

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by miniace2009

I was honestly expecting a Franken-Fran esque ending to this story hah.

I do like Franken Fran (particularly the "Imaginary Self" story, at least up until the ending), but insofar as I was thinking of a manga as inspiration for the way this story will go, I was going more towards Otsuka Eiji than Kigitsu Katsuhisa. (Technically that's a spoiler, but since I already basically have the final part done, and plan to post it by tomorrow night, it won't be long before that doesn't matter.)

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

Martin is now 12 stories, which conservatively puts him at about 120 Feet tall. But there's a caveat to that.. If I have my vision of this right, Martin is SITTING DOWN in that building, sort of Indian-style. So he's 12 stories from his hips to the head, of which the actual top is even a bit higher still.

Nope; I specified that he's standing. On the other hand, the building also had 15-foot ceilings, which means that it must be at least 17 feet between floor surfaces, so if he's 12 stories high, he must be around 200 feet tell, give or take. He's standing in the basement, so his head is around the 11th floor. (10th if you're British.) Or at least it was when that was the description ? his torso was extra-long because of the spare set of arms/pecs, and he has disposed of them, so he's presumably shorter at the end of the previous part. But also beefier, because he said there was mass left over and he used it to give himself a boost.

Besides, we better get used to the idea, because I think with this next growth spurt, he's going to be too powerful for us to do anything about it.

And now comes the part where I, as author, figuratively jump out from behind a corner, yank the carpet out from under you, and yell "Ha ha! Fooled you!"... or do I?

...yeah, I guess I do.

...maybe.

Gods! LOVED that party! Any plans for NEW YEARS??

I was thinking of Ephorox's drawings while I wrote. (Which is why Trevor's dragon "costume" description may not seem all that great; most of those drawings are mammalian when they aren't human.)

If you've never seen his work, then I urge you to go and look. Even if you don't like furry stuff ? he does about 50-50 furry and human drawings, it seems, and they're very good. He has a Tumblr account, but you can see more of his work, and more of it at once, if you check out his FurAffinity account. (There's a lion-guy in his current User ID picture on FurAffinity, which is in his Scraps section as well, who I was thinking of as the model for the cat-man in front of the "cave", and the submission titled "An Awkward Pose" isn't a bad idea for the ape-man, either.) (You may have to turn off the adult filters on your account before you see those images, possibly.)

All right.

This is the penultimate part. This one is very short, because that way I get to leave you all wondering what's happening for a little while, and I am an utter, utter bastard. (Then again, it's Friday, and most people don't bother viewing the forum on Friday night, and I'll probably have the next part up tomorrow, so most of you won't get a cliffhanger at all... serves me right, I guess. )

Incidentally, Musclegod300 and I have been chatting just now. (If you've been watching the forum activity closely, you knew I was going to try to continue his story "Home From College" eventually.) We've more or less settled what's going to happen, plot-wise. There will be some "alpha-male" type behavior there, and I don't mean Martin's "I'm bigger than you and I'm so secure in it that I don't even have to get angry or show off" shtick. It should be interesting, and different from this story. Variety is the spice of life, right?

(Right now I'm kind of spoiled for choice about what to do next. There's the Choose-Someone-Else's-Adventure thing, which I haven't forgotten, or there's Some Assembly Required ? which, more and more, I think ought to be a flat-out comic instead of a story ? and then there's a truly-implausible-science-fiction-y story I've tinkered with a bit which I think could be insanely hot if I do it right, and a swords-and-sorcery story idea I got in an actual dream while I was sick the other week, which I can probably come up with a portentous name for even though it will probably be pretty short... there's really only a few scenes to it, but they'll be hot ones, I think.)

Anyway, enough. Time for the second-to-last part. Are you excited?

Aerobic
Part 18

*****

"Martin, can you tell me why we're paying for shipments of rocks?"

"Hmmm?"

"Martin!"

"Yes, yes, I heard. We're not paying for shipments of rocks."

"But we just received a crate of them, and the front desk says it's the fifth one we've paid for!"

"They are unintentionally misleading you. We aren't paying for the rocks."

"But they're showing up COD, and each crate weighs hundreds of pounds!"

"Well, yes, the rocks are included. They're essential packing material, you might say."

"What? What else is in those crates? I just checked the latest one, and it's just rocks, all the way through."

Martin grinned at Trevor.

"You lost the bet, Trevor. And a secret is a secret."

*****

"Please?"

Martin looked down at Janice and Alex, and smiled.

"Yes and no."

"What?"

Martin pointed with a filing-cabinet-sized finger.

"Janice, you can go on vacation. We'll give you a nice bonus to cover expenses. Alex, you're staying here, and that's that. We need your... unique talents here."

"But it's my daughter!"

"Don't worry so much. Janice seems like a capable young woman, and she's going to visit relatives. It's not like she's touring Death Valley in midsummer."

"Martin, please!"

Martin picked up Alex bodily and brought him face-to-face.

"Listen, Alex, you yourself have been worried about security lately. You say that there have been people sighted sneaking away from the building at night periodically for the last three months, and you haven't been able to find out what they're doing. Doesn't that suggest to you that spreading our resources around might be just a little unwise at the moment?"

"But...!"

Martin sighed.

"I really didn't want to do this, but this is an order, Alex, old buddy. You're going to stay here, and you won't worry about Janice or your daughter any more than you do when they're here. Now go and set up her bonus for direct deposit. Tell our HR flacks it should be two years' worth of salary. We don't want to skimp on maternity leave."

Alex sullenly shrugged, and Martin put him down. He stalked away. Janice looked at him, and then back up at Martin.

He gave her a benevolent smile.

"Don't worry. Once we've settled this business of the people in the night, you and he can go off somewhere together, if you like. I promise."

She nodded mutely, and wandered off to pack.

*****

That night, four slim figures stealthily stepped out of the fire exit. A pack of dogs who were investigating the dumpsters pointedly ignored them, but a flock of pigeons on the roof took off and flew away. They climbed the wall between the building and the parking lot and ran to the street. A car came quietly but quickly around a corner. They got in and drove away. The dogs stayed a while longer before abandoning the building.

The next morning, the camera recordings showed Alex the men's departure, but by then it was too late.

*****

The raid on the B4Bee International Building, which resulted in so many firings throughout law enforcement bureaucracies, started unexceptionally.

The streets were blockaded early. There was little traffic ? which was no surprise; once the tipoff had come through, careful auditing had revealed that B4Bee and its subsidiaries owned nearly the entire district, and most of the buildings were empty, or had only a few token tenants. The only legitimate traffic for blocks around came from the people who rented the houses in the development down the street, and they were easy enough to keep off the streets ? retirees, mostly, who got a special deal so that the company could write down the properties as a loss. In any case, none of them had any involvement; half of them didn't even know who their landlords were.

The B4Bee building stood out like a sore thumb. It was the largest building in the area, like a warehouse. Nobody could say, exactly, how they had gotten the variances to build such a thing. The Zoning Board just scratched its heads and said it seemed like a good idea at a time. Oddly enough, they were probably telling the truth ? not even the most careful audit revealed a penny of bribery.

As soon as 9 AM arrived, the officer who had been chosen for the purpose walked as casually as he could to the door, and entered. As expected, all the surveillance equipment he had been wearing went dead once he was inside; the filed blueprints showed that the insulation in the walls and ceiling ? entirely by coincidence, naturally (the chief of police had had the entire code inspection department in his office for half an hour, just to yell at them) ? was lined with metal, blocking out radio signals. The front office was essentially a Faraday cage.

The effect of the officer's entry was delayed, but sudden; they later discovered that the security systems inside the building had been augmented fearsomely. (The code inspectors were chewed out again by the mayor.) After about two minutes ? long enough for the officer to request peaceful compliance ? steel shutters slammed down over every door and window all around the building. An enormous flock of birds took off from the roof at the sound, and a troop of squirrels bounced away from the back of the building.

It was here that things began to go wrong. Resistance had been foreseen ? even the shutters weren't entirely impossible to deal with. But the plan was for a calm series of negotiations. Nobody could agree, later, who it was who fired the shot, but it was definitely not intended by the commanders involved. As attempts were made to pinpoint the guilt, careers were blighted up and down the hierarchies of the city police, the state troopers, and the FBI.

Whoever had fired it off, the explosive sailed up and up towards the roof. A little lower, and it would have hit a wall and bounced into the street, doing no harm. Instead, it crashed through a skylight, and there was a muffled boom. The central command looked at each other in horror ? the anonymous tip had said, specifically, that the building was being used to make bombs.

Noises began to come from inside the building. Smoke rose from the skylights. There were screams, and further explosions from inside.

The officer from inside the building suddenly telephoned. He said not to shoot, there were hostages coming out. As soon as this had been announced to the various officers and troopers on the street, a stream of people came out the front door, hands on their heads. They jogged forward and stood in the street down the block, looking back at the building.

A series of hasty interviews revealed that none of them had anything worth knowing to share. Nearly every single one disagreed with all the others, and it was impossible to say whether any of them were telling the truth. Their stories ranged from the mundane ? the business was totally innocent, how dare the police raid it? ? to the absurd ? the owners were aliens from another planet who were building a mind-control ray powered by unicorn farts. The only two things on which they all agreed were that, 1, everyone but the owners had been sent out, and, 2, that the owners were inside, armed to the teeth and prepared for a fatal showdown. (The exact nature of that showdown varied from interview to interview, of course; one of them said the owners were waiting in dolphin costumes to slap the police silly with teddy bears.)

The standoff lasted hours. Periodically, demands for surrender would be shouted through a bullhorn. Someone inside the building responded by telephone; not only the building but this whole district of the city would become a giant crater if anyone came within 30 feet of the building.

The sun was setting when there was a rumble from the building, and all the officers stepped back involuntarily.

The phone at the command center rang. The owners announced their defiance; they would never be taken alive! They were going to blow up the building now!

There was a partial retreat; the forces withdrew down the block and brought out their riot gear.

There was another rumble.

Flames leapt up through the skylight. The building shook, twice, and fell in on itself. The flames roared.

The fire took two days to completely die down, and only then was it possible for the forensics team to sort through the fetid liquid which filled the basement of the building. It had been draining into the sewers for days, and there was a sudden panic over water quality when this was discovered, leading to a long series of chemical and biological tests, all of which turned up negative. Since the employee evidence was entirely useless, if entertaining ? video of the police interrogation of the man who insisted that the building was owned by a team of sixteen talking pink pandas in pantaloons somehow leaked and went viral ? it was explained by presuming that the basement had been kept flooded on purpose for some reason, and the sprinkling of organic matter and bacteria had simply grown there naturally.

More importantly, they found the bodies. All three of the owners had apparently shot themselves in the heads ? there was a single gun found, with three chambers discharged ? just after setting the fires. The remains were horribly charred, and had spent days in warmish, dirty water. The coroner didn't spend very long looking at them.

No evidence was ever found of actual illegal activity, though, which was a puzzle, and became a fiercely-argued scandal. On an upper floor, investigators found remains of a large number of ordinary, if large, commercial fireworks. And there were a few tanks labelled "alcohol" and "gasoline" ? purely illegal, but hardly in the realm of terrorism. The city official who had authorized the raid announced his retirement in almost the same breath as the results of the forensic report.

An attorney representing the former employees somehow managed to get a massive settlement for them; B4Bee had been amazingly wealthy for such a recently-founded company, and astonishingly, the company had additionally been insured against exactly this sort of loss. Most of the former employees ended up rich enough to retire, and the few that didn't somehow wrangled local jobs with a speed which would have been highly suspicious if anyone had been paying attention any more.

And there, except for a number of layoffs, was the end of B4Bee International. Somehow, the incident didn't even become the usual center of conspiracy theories. It was just a botched raid. The main building was demolished, all the land was sold off, and the tenants had to negotiate new leases or move away.

Janice told her family that the father of her daughter was an accountant working for her new employer. They congratulated her on her well-timed change of employment, and did not ask for details.

[Reeza]

Originally Posted by tekuno

This one is very short, because that way I get to leave you all wondering what's happening for a little while, and I am an utter, utter bastard.

What the . . . ?! Yes, I'm wondering, and yes, you are.

Until tomorrow.

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by Reeza

What the . . . ?! Yes, I'm wondering, and yes, you are.

Until tomorrow.

I have to smile grimly, and once again agree with Reeza. Yes... Yes, yes.. you are.

And I shake my head ruefully, that I've been so set up and manipulated. And you worked this out so subversively.. so fiendishly... I feel both betrayed and... I really can't find the right word.. smugly satisfied and uplifted all at the same time.

On the most simplest levels, I just saw a mountain vanish right in front of my eyes. But I realize now, that that wasn't the trick. That was misdirection. The trick is still happening, and even while we are all trying to figure how the trick was done, I realize we're not done, and we're even NOW being deceived. The trick is still occurring.

I have to admit, it's a bit of a rush.

And the worst part is, Tekuno has managed to totally hog-tie ME on this one.. The guy that always has a speculation, right or wrong, for every chapter.

I have a couple of ideas of what's happened. And admittedly, as I have been proven so many times before with your stories, I could be TOTALLY wrong.

But.. If I'm RIGHT (and I'm probably not), for the life of me, I can't figure a way to bring it up as a teaser without tipping the whole thing off. And I couldn't dream of risking doing that.

...

So I .... (sigh).. have absolutely nothing to say about speculating on how this story ends.

You win, Tekuno. I Give. I'm beaten.


I will say this though. No matter how the story does end, whether I 'm even close or not, I am deeply saddened that I won't be able to experience the next part of the journey with these wonderful characters, as we all have been able to do these last 18 chapters. It's been a hell of an arc, and I am truly sorry it now must leave me behind. Such is the price we mortals pay.

There of course, is the chance that the world still has yet to meet Martin someday.

With all my heart, I do hope so.

As Reeza said, we'll see tomorrow... maybe.

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

And I shake my head ruefully, that I've been so set up and manipulated. And you worked this out so subversively.. so fiendishly... I feel both betrayed and... I really can't find the right word.. smugly satisfied and uplifted all at the same time.

It turned out that Gypsy Bill Jr. charged nothing to read a fortune, but if you wanted to find out what he had read, it would cost you twenty dollars. Uncle Borgel turned down the offer.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's a matter of principle with me. I never pay to have my fortune told."

Gypsy Bill Jr. walked away dripping and mumbling. Uncle Borgel whispered, "Confidentially, I'd have paid him twenty dollars not to tell us our fortunes."

"Can he really do it?" Fafner asked.

"I suppose so. His father could do it every time."

"If you think he's really able to tell what's going to happen, wouldn't it be useful to know in advance?" I asked.

"It would be a great big bore to know in advance," Uncle Borgel said. "I know what I'm talking about. If you know what's going to happen in advance, there would be no surprises ? hence, no fun."

? Daniel Manus Pinkwater, Borgel

Here we go, the final part. As promised, Martin ends up human-shaped, but big in an apocalyptic way.

Honestly, this has all seemed a little too obvious to me. Of course, it's unfair because I'm the author and know what's happening, but I'm amazed at how much I've surprised people. To me, if you had control of your own biology, and were inclined to move in this direction, this is the way you would do it, more or less. (Making allowances for impossibilities and the specific details of how the story has progressed, of course.) I guess I'm just weird that way. On the bright side, if I ever get turned into an all-devouring protean being which can change shape at will, now you know what I'll be doing with the abilities.

I'm just waiting, now, for Musclegod300 to either post his last part of "Home From College" or to send me what he had written, before I work on that. (He's in a different time zone from me, and either he forgot entirely about it last night, or I went to bed before he could get around to it. No big deal, we know where that story's going, so it will probably move along pretty quickly once I get started.)

I thought this part was going to be extra-long, and in a way it is, but it's still only 278 lines in my text editor, which isn't that far outside my range goal.

Aerobic
Part 19 ? The End

*****

Karl's house had been visited by the police a lot, in the last few weeks. The man was rather fed up with it. First they had asked him not to leave his property one day, which was fine with him ? he didn't even like to leave the house. Then they came back, and rushed him out into the street, which wasn't so great. The big building on the next block had burned down, a few hours later, and he had been permitted to go home around midnight, after missing all his shows. Since then, they had come back and interviewed him a few times, but he was hardly expected to give them any useful information. Karl had been a janitor for 45 years. The man's hair was pure white ? where it wasn't missing ? and he was so fat he had trouble moving faster than a slow, hobbling walk. The police seemed to like him, for some reason, but it didn't stop them from asking him over and over ? and the other people in the neighborhood ? what he knew about the company which had owned the building.

He answered their questions as truthfully as he reasonably could. No, he didn't know what they did in the building. He had never met the owners. He had rented the house for four months, and the lease was almost up. He was glad about that, he didn't like living here. He planned to move out to the coast to be near his own flesh and blood.

On the day the lease ran out, the police helped him load his few possessions into his van, and waved as he got in and drove away. He smiled and waved back.

He drove all day, and stopped at a cheap motel overnight. The next day, he drove up to a bright, new office building in a distant city, parked the van, and staggered in. The man at the reception desk smiled at him, and nodded him through the door. He walked to an elevator, looked at the directory, and pressed a button.

He got off the elevator and staggered down a hallway, and into a small, tiled room.

In the center was what appeared to be a giant egg made of flesh. He smiled, took off his shirt with surprising speed, and reached out to touch the mass. His hand merged with it, and his stomach began to swell as the egg's mass got sucked through the conduit. The rest of his body subsided into his gut, which grew larger and larger and larger, filling a good portion of the room. It burst. Four slim figures stood coughing and swearing. There was a pile of towels nearby, and they dried themselves.

"Ugh! God, that was horrible!"

"I thought I was going to die! You bit off our heads!"

"I needed to get your brains out of the building alive, in a hurry, and that was the fastest way. Besides, you had it easy! I had to dissolve 99% of my body mass all the way down to water, incendiaries, and trace elements, and then swim through the fucking sewers. I'd like to see you do that in three hours."

"All right, all right, thank you, Martin, you saved us, good job, et cetera et cetera."

"Hey, wait ? what about Janice?"

Martin beamed at Alex.

"In the accounting department, one floor down, at the desk next to yours. She's got your daughter with her. She named her Alexis, by the way. I think you have some paid leave coming. Let her book the tickets ? you're supposed to be dead, now."

Alex marched out. The others followed him to the hallway, more slowly.

"How did you have such a perfect escape route? They never even suspected 'Karl'. Heck, we never suspected him."

"Oh, I had our dealers out watching for old people who had died but not been discovered yet. They found this Karl guy. No relations, lived alone. I had him buried properly, but kept his identity going, and set him up as a tenant in one of our houses."

"Yes, but our representatives fucking met all the tenants to collect the rent. He was in that house for months."

"Oh, yes. You see, that was me."

"What?"

"How does your body recognize its own cells? Why do transplanted organs get rejected? How can a fetus, which is not genetically identical to the mother, connect to the mother's body and accept nutrients from its blood flow without getting killed by her immune system? It seems so simple, but the answer is so complex I don't think I can even tell you in words... I learned a lot from when I looked at Janice and her baby. There's simply no substitute for direct observation, you know. But by Halloween I learned how to recognize myself in any shape or form."

"Yuck. Wait, you mean..."

Martin pushed open a door. They stepped into a large room. Dozens of men looked at them, and gave identical grins.

"Oh, yes. I've been splitting off parts of myself for months now, and sending them here. Some of them went as birds, some went as people... a few went as dogs, part of the way, but it didn't work very well and they usually ended up changing to birds halfway. Dogs just can't travel long distances conveniently."

He turned to them.

"Trevor, Brian, I'd like you to meet me. And me. And me. And, oh, a whole bunch more of me."

The other men waved. In unison, they spoke.

"Hello!"

"This company, M.R. Incorporated, that's Muscle Reagents on the paperwork, but I think of it as 'Martin Resurrected', arranged to take over supplying the formula to our clients when B4Bee met its demise. Since I wasn't on the paperwork for B4Bee, like you three were, I'm not a fugitive, and so I'm the official owner and sole employee, on paper and almost literally. Janice is nominally an accountant now, like Alex. But I've added, shall we say, over 400 staff since the founding."

He winked at Brian.

"Our last fuck was interrupted. I've got a property out in the country where we can resume. I've got enough mass stockpiled there to make us as big as we ever were, already processed and ready to use. It will help pass the time."

Brian laughed, and stroked Martin's chest. Martin's grin got wider. Trevor was less sanguine.

"Wait, are you sure it's safe to do this? B4Bee was destroyed by the feds because someone called in a tip! Someone was spying on us!"

Martin's grin was as wide as all outdoors.

"Relax, buds, and be happy. I was the one who called in the tip. We had too many ties to organized crime; someone outside our control would have noticed it eventually, and then we'd be in trouble since we couldn't very well escape from the building. This new company has a spotless record, I can send parts of myself anywhere I like, and the law thinks you guys are all dead so they'll never even look for you. I spent a lot of time building those corpses, you know. They were a work of art, and they tell me the coroner had no doubts whatsoever that you, and Brian, and Alex, died of headshots. You can relax now, I'll do all the work. And don't you dare say 'that's what she said'."

Trevor glared, and then deflated.

"Some day, Martin, I'm going to be mad at you and you won't be able to force me out of it."

Martin chuckled.

"I hope not. I could really use your help with something, before I take my final step. I've been working on understanding lichen, and when I'm ready I want to really get big this time."

Trevor and Brian looked at each other.

"So... you're going to divide up and take over the world?"

Martin laughed, and walked to the nearest of the... other Martins, who disrobed. Martin ? the one who had come in with them ? took the other by the hand, and the two bodies ran together like drops of mercury. The new Martin, muscular and gigantic, grinned at them. Brain walked over and felt the muscles, which were a faint echo of what had once been.

"Who said anything about dividing? And who wants to take over the world? Where's the fun in that? No, you two just aren't?"

He chuckled.

"?thinking big enough."

*****

"Okay, how about now?"

"Okay, I'm about as tall as the tree..."

"Yes! Finally!"

"...but my toes just disappeared."

"Dammit! So close. I'll have to think about this some more. I guess that's enough for today."

"Why can't Brian help you with this?"

"Oh, he did. We finished that a long time ago. His part turned out to be a lot easier ? the storage problem."

"Well?"

"Yeah, that's not going to be an issue in the slightest. Turns out I literally have more mental capacity in my little toe than most humans. But what's the use if it's just storage? I'd feel guilty about that. Hence your part. I have to admit, I hadn't expected this to take so long. Alexis is actually going to graduate high school soon. Anyway, I'll wake you up in minute."

"Can I have asian tonight?"

"As top or bottom?"

"Both. And I want the top much bigger than me, and the bottom a little smaller."

"You got it. Prepare to wake up in five, four, three..."

*****

It was later called "The Day of the Angels" by the rest of the world, or sometimes "The Fall of the Americas".

With terrible suddenness, the invaders appeared: larger than human, massively muscular, and able to fly. Unlike a normal invasion, as far as anyone could piece together afterwards, the minute the invaders appeared anywhere, they were simultaneously everywhere, and half the men ? all of the militaries, all of the law enforcement, and most of the muscular types who you would expect to be most enthusiastic about repelling the invaders ? seemed to vanish almost immediately. Nobody in the rest of the world could figure out what happened to the population of the two continents. The winged men took the people away, and turned off the computers, the microphones, and the cameras. No questions were answered, and no demands were made. Within a few hours, the western hemisphere went silent.

The rest of the world panicked. Troops were sent. They vanished overnight. Bombs were dropped, to no visible effect. The winged men simply arranged not to be where the bombs landed. Even a nuclear bomb, dropped experimentally, provoked no response and left no bodies.

Migrations to the new moon colony increased exponentially. The projected Mars colony was suddenly the most important project in the world. The scientists at SERN, who had announced the theoretical possibility of interstellar travel, suddenly found themselves lavishly funded.

*****

The IM (International Meeting), what was left of it, was unnerved. Moreso than usual.

Practically overnight, the Americas had changed color. Inspection showed that the whole continent, from shore to shore, was coated with a sort of grey-green pancake. Trees and buildings poked through, and it seemed to end not too far into the ocean, but all the lakes and rivers were covered over.

To make things even more ominous, the "angels" vanished. Their numbers gradually thinned, and a week after the covering appeared, they were nowhere to be seen. Another nuke was tried ? the stuff was temporarily scarred, but within hours the marks vanished as if the bomb had never detonated at all. Satellites showed that the radiation levels subsided to normal at the same time.

Around the world, soldiers still watched the horizons, looking for men with wings. But nothing came from the Americas except the occasional migrating bird.

*****

World leaders gibbered. News from the other hemisphere, these days, was always scary; this time, it was terrifying.

The pancake, as it was known, was all that was left of the Americas.

The trees were gone. The animals were gone. The cities were gone; they had sunk into the pancake like ships into the sea. The mountains were gone ? their destruction had taken a few days, but in the end they had vanished.

The continents were as blank and featureless as blobs of spilled green paint.

*****

The moon was on high alert. It had finally happened, after all these years of foreboding; within 8 hours, and without any warning, the entire Earth had been covered over and fallen silent. According to the final newsfeeds, the pancake had suddenly erupted out of the ground in multiple locations all over the world, and spread across them with terrifying speed. This time, however, it hadn't stopped at the oceans.

Now, 48 hours later, the grey-green pancake stretched all around the planet, and the surface was gradually being contracted down to a perfect sphere. Presumably the oceans were still there, underneath, but it was impossible to tell.

Normal business operations in the colony ground to a halt. Even the most sanguine found themselves unable to keep from looking at the displays every few minutes. Nearly all of human history had been wiped out in a matter of hours; any number of people were gone, vanished into the mass.

The ball wobbled, and everyone's attention was riveted. As they stared, it began to deform. Before long?

"Fuck, it's a giant!"

They stared. The figure was, indeed, a massive man. It was only barely recognizable as such, the proportions were so exaggerated. Its genitals were literally the size of continents. Despite the obvious danger, every adult found themselves fascinated. The men shifted their legs around sudden erections, the women found themselves dripping wet. The figure, aside from the color, was a sex god, and seemed to know it.

The giant yawned, stretched, and grinned. It obviously knew it was being watched. It flexed and posed. Finally, it licked its lips, and reached out with a massive hand. The citizens of the moon screamed as the fingers reached out towards them...

*****

Mars had gradually recovered from its shock. The loss of the Earth, and the moon colony, within days of each other, had been terrible, but they had weathered it, and business as usual had resumed.

The giant sex god was still the inspiration for masturbation, of course ? how could it not, when it was constantly flexing and posing and sucking itself off, and built like that to boot? ? but it no longer inspired fear. After all, argued the policy-makers, it has no propulsion. It's stuck in its orbit, and we aren't. It could barely grab the moon because the distance was small enough, but it can't reach us. Flights to the new colonies on extra-solar planets gradually tapered off ? a multi-month-long cryosleep was a strong argument against emigration.

After a few weeks, the figure curled into a ball. Not a sphere, just curled up. Optimists announced that it had died; astronomers declared they could see a pulse pumping in its massive vascularity. If anything, they said, it seemed to be thinking. Whatever it was doing, it was no longer interesting.

There was, therefore, practically nobody watching on the day when the giant stretched, smiled, and began to move. In the four days it took to arrive, however, it captured plenty of attention. Half the population boarded ships and headed to other stars, and thus were not present when the giant arrived, and pressed the planet to its massive chest.

Mars had less mass than Earth, and so it was a mere two days before the new planet had become a part of the massive being. It flexed and grinned as it engulfed Deimos, and then went to block the asteroid belt, absorbing hunks of rock as though they were drops of water landing on a sponge.

*****

The colony at Earth II was disturbed by the news of Mars' destruction ? video feed from unmanned probes arrived months before the refugees ? but not afraid. Even at rate of speed the giant had exhibited, it would take over a thousand years for it to reach even Proxima Centauri, and tens of thousands of years to reach the nearest colonized exoplanet.

By the time the refugees arrived, the probes had showed the giant destroying the outer planets of the solar system. It had actually fucked Jupiter and Saturn to destruction, letting gravity stroke it to orgasm after orgasm as it drained the mass out of the gas giants with its dick, inflating its powerful-looking muscles to unimaginable sizes. Then it had moved on to the icy outer planets ? it cracked Uranus in half between its massive thighs before pressing the two hemispheres into its pectorals, and actually split Neptune between its planet-sized bicep and forearm before moving on to flatten Pluto between its hands in an unfathomable most-muscular pose, and to crush Eris with one hand. The light was insufficient to see how it handled the Oort cloud, but it was gone for a while before returning with its more-than-planet-sized muscles bulging larger than ever. It traveled inward, and absorbed Venus and Mercury almost without seeming to notice.

It hovered close to Sol, as if considering its next move, for several days. Then it gave what seemed to be a sly grin, and carefully destroyed the remaining probes.

The colonial authorities were of two minds about what to do. The sex giant was clearly a menace, but at the same time it was hardly an immediate problem. Besides, it would take a month for even the latest, fastest ship to reach Sol, by which time the giant would probably be gone.

The astronomy team reported that Sol was beginning to flicker oddly, and also reported gravity pulses which were both unusually strong and unusually regular. The authorities reluctantly dispatched a ship.

*****

The captain awoke from cryosleep in a bad mood. The ship's automatic systems were sufficiently accurate to manage this flight alone; he saw no reason why he and the crew had to sacrifice three months of their lives just to look at something.

The folly of trusting automatic systems was driven home to him almost immediately; the ship was already in a collision course by the time he reached the controls.

He could understand why ? the shipboard computers could hardly be expected to understand what was going on. The giant, so large now that the scale was truly horrifying, and so distortedly muscular that its shape bore little resemblance to humanity, had its "hands" buried inside Sol. Plasma was streaming up its arms with deceptive slowness ? although when you remembered the more-than-planetary size of the being, you realized that the matter was moving at extraordinarily high speeds. Its skin was glowing.

The ship, unable to determine where the star ended and where the giant began, and unable to comprehend a non-spherical Sol, had apparently aimed for the monstrous right elbow. Amazingly, the giant somehow sensed the tiny ship ? it was only the size New York City had been, the captain reflected bitterly ? and caught it between two fingers, like a normal man somehow catching a mosquito, if there had been mosquitos any more. It held the ship up to its continent-sized face, and grinned a horrible, knowing grin as the ship sank into a fingertip.

*****

No further ships were launched. Losing even one of the interstellar ships was a terrible setback as it was. But at least the ship had managed to release a few drones, which broadcast back video of its doom.

By this time, the various colony worlds had talked it over, no mean feat when every word took nearly a year to reach everyone. The consensus was that the giant should be left severely alone.

That was before the drones' final broadcast, though. The giant completed its absorption of Sol, now a shining godlike figure larger than any planet and many stars. It hit a few poses, ejaculated into its own mouth through its impossibly long penis, and then absorbed all the drones but one. They were shocked to realize that it had known of their existence.

It somehow managed to grab the last one out of the aether, and smiled smugly at the camera. Suddenly it gave off another pulse of gravity waves ? the astro-engineers turned gray and ran for instruments ? and the background of stars began to change.

"It learned how to warp space!"

"What? How?"

"Probably from our ship, don't you think?"

Proxima Centauri winked out after a day, and then Centauri A and B followed. The engineers said the speed was increasing.

A ragged trail of no-longer-stars formed over the next few years; by the end of the first year, the giant was visible with the naked eye from Earth II. The telescopes confirmed what everyone had already assumed: the giant was headed in their direction.

*****

Trevor came to the edge of a combination orgy and fight for dominance ? he recognized the ape-man who was pounding the ass of the cat-man at the top of the heap, and gave a small grin... didn't the guy ever get tired of that? He seemed to be here all the time... ? and sighed when he discovered that there was no way through. It wasn't that it wasn't fun, but for once he actually wanted to get through, not join in. And although he had more than enough power to push everyone out of the way ? Martin had never stinted him, or Alex, on that score ? he knew from experience that they would simply climb his body and he would be drawn back into the sex. This close to Martin, it didn't take much to push anyone in that direction. In fact, the idea sounded pretty good. Maybe on the way back.

He grew wings ? much easier to fly that way than to change into a dragon ? and shot into the air. Of course, that didn't completely solve the problem, either ? lots of people seemed to like fucking while flying, and doing it around Martin enhanced the experience, just like it did with any other form of sex. Newbies seemed to like it especially; it took some time for them to start experimenting with changing their shape like the animal-men down on the ground or the fish-people in the bay. People didn't give up the biases of physical instrumentality very quickly, even if they no longer technically had bodies. He navigated through the various mating flights to the surface of Martin's muscles, concentrating to avoid falling into masturbation at the sight...

...oh, what the heck. He landed, retracted the wings, and ground his huge body against Martin's pecs again. It never stopped feeling good.

After a few weeks, he finished, and flew upward towards Martin's head.

The massive being of pure masculinity which was Martin smiled at him, and then went back to his decades-long lovemaking with Brian which had been briefly interrupted. His body, assuming you could call it that now, was so bloated with power that most people couldn't even look straight at him without immediate sexual climax, even now, and even the few who could manage, like Trevor, usually felt a few side-effects. Martin was like a massively muscular man-shaped hole into another universe which was built entirely out of sex. Knowing that back in the "real" universe, Martin was even larger and more powerful than he appeared here didn't help. Thinking about Martin's power and utter godlike dominance tended to provoke... reactions. Like the twenty-foot erection Trevor now had. He landed and began stroking himself off.

Brian was like a somewhat smaller version of Martin. Of course, he didn't have Martin's aura of utterly unstoppable power ? but even without that, his appearance was so far beyond the normal range of human attraction that he could have inspired his own crowd of orgies if he had ever wanted to de-pair from Martin. That, of course, was unimaginable ? Martin had admitted that he had expanded Brian's ability to take pleasure from being fucked so far that it almost matched his own ability to take pleasure in fucking.

He walked along Martin's pec shelf, noting that it was time once again for Martin to brush off the people who had landed there only to realize too late that they lacked the concentration to stop masturbating, to Martin's head.

"The latest newbies say that some of them escaped to Andromeda."

"Yeah, I sensed them."

"You can sense them now?"

"For a while now... a few decades."

Trevor snorted.

"Why don't you tell me these things?"

"Why do you worry about these things? You could just relax and enjoy yourself. Everyone else is."

"Habit, I guess. What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I can travel a lot faster than they can, now. We'll be there before they are."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I just mopped up the rest of the other arm of the Milky Way, and I'm working on the supermassive black hole."

Brian sniggered.

"The one at galactic center, lover."

Martin's tongue pushed down Brian's throat. Trevor stood for a few days to watch, ejaculating over and over at the sight. Finally, Martin broke off.

"Finished. I'm going to get to work on Andromeda, now."

"Whoa, you finished the black hole that fast?"

Martin gave Trevor a look.

"Well, yeah. It's just a black hole. Do you think I'd have a problem with something like that? I'm pure power, now, and don't you forget it."

Trevor came again.

"Not likely to. Martin, could you... say that again? It's been a while since you talked me to climax."

Martin smiled.

[Kit Werecat]

Wow. And Whew!

I can't believe I'm the first to comment on this. I guess maybe it was because of the "heads up". Thank You, Martin..

I feel like the characters in "The Last of Shelia", waiting for someone to select a crime card. So okay, I'll start.

Where to begin? Well, let's start with the fact that I was almost afraid to read this last chapter. I was that wound up in it. Then AFTER reading it, I had to sit a bit and absorb. Seemed like there was a lot of that going on in this chapter, so I joined in.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.. WE WERE WARNED!!!

I had figured out a lot of the "escape", and that was what I couldn't hint at in my earlier comment. I knew that "bet" at the Halloween party had more implications, in that now Martin had had biological contact with everyone, and by now we knew he could infuse himself in and out of people by mere contact. So it pretty much gave me the scale of the next move.

I also figured out the dogs and pigeons (and squirrels, etc.) were "exit routes" as well. See, there's nothing I could elude to in my previous comment that wouldn't have tipped that all off.

Now before you think I'm a smug son of a bitch, I go on record that those were the ONLY things I guessed right. I thought the corpses were "Martinized" Trevor, Brian, and Alex, to rise up later - WRONG! I missed entirely the water drainage - thought it was Martin shedding bulk to become a more "escapable" size - WRONG! (BTW, do you notice how many words I'm starting to have to invent to even discuss this?)

I never saw ol' Karl coming, and all the little Martins. And I never, EVER saw the scale of where this would lead. That made my tiny little brain explode.

At one point, we got back into the creep factor again, Martin biting the other guy's heads off to eat their brains.. but in a loving way, I guess. If zombies can do it I guess Martin can. And that sort of rebirth thing they went through in the new building - "That was AWFUL!" Yeah.. no shit.

I guess I have one question for the big man though..That's YOU Tekuno, not Martin.. When they were out in the woods, and Trevor was being experimentally grown to the size of a tree.. (I think that was what was happening) What was with the hypnotic stuff? "You will awake.. "


On the final scenes, now I'm really mixed up more than ever. In one universe, everyone and everything was gobbled up. In another universe, it was an endless fuckfest for everyone. But even THAT was until you were annoyingly brushed away like - I believe I used the term a few chapters back - ants at a picnic.

Actually those scenes with Martin reminded me of visions of Hell, where all the mortal souls fuck and delight all over Lucifer's body, until he annoyingly brushes them aside with his titanic fingers (anyone channel a bit of the "Night on Bald Mountain" sequence in "Fantasia"?).

Finally trying to put this into human terms of good and bad places to have been in this play, I can only settle on the fact that everyone originally in that apartment, Martin, Brian, and Trevor, plus lucky, lucky Alex who blundered in at the last second, became Gods, and basically everyone else in the entire Universe.. Lunch.

I hated - HATED - the transition I had to make from identifying with the four at first, then settling to identifying myself with conscripts, to ultimately being left to become a small microbe of a large protein sandwich in the cosmic scheme of things, while these others I formally identified with, passed on to Goddom.

But that's my nature, and that's the way of this story. Win some.. Eat some.


So I leave this story with mixed feelings. Very mixed.

And reluctantly, I wake back up to reality, to appreciate one of the most fantastic stories I've ever read on this forum. And acknowledge your wonderful work Tekuno. It has been a rare and genuine pleasure to be so utterly bamboozled by you as a reader. It's been a long and unforgettable ride.


Thank You.

I'll look forward to your next work. And I'll never, ever, forget this one.


Sincerely,

- Kit Werecat -

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

I guess I have one question for the big man though..That's YOU Tekuno, not Martin.. When they were out in the woods, and Trevor was being experimentally grown to the size of a tree.. (I think that was what was happening) What was with the hypnotic stuff? "You will awake.. "

Nope. Martin was learning how to create, for lack of a better term, a virtual world within his own mind, which other people could live in after he absorbed them. Martin was essentially benevolent, and didn't want to kill anyone, but he did want to consume the entire universe, so he had to figure out what to do with people. Brian helped him learn how to change people into a form he could "store", and Trevor is being the guinea pig for interaction and control.

Sort of a twist on the trans-humanist ideal of the future, but instead of everyone becoming a program whirling around in a computer somewhere, they're all a part of a shared world where they can do whatever they like for... well, presumably for the rest of time, with Martin as custodian/sysadmin/whatever. I suppose eventually entropy would require Martin to die, and everyone else would die with him. Not for a very, very long time, though. If he can handle fusion and fission, and he can store the entire population of the Earth in less mass than the Earth took up, then he would be able to "burn" most of the matter in the universe to keep everyone going for an unimaginable amount of time. Then again, since nearly his entire body functions as a brain, maybe he can think his way out of it beforehand. Or maybe he'll pull Haruki Murakami's Encyclopedia Wand trick and extend consciousness by subdividing time, to make everyone live for eternity in a few seconds of real time, like in the novel. (Of course, the Encyclopedia Wand itself wouldn't work in reality ? after a few words, quantum uncertainty about position would prevent you from accurate measurements, but there are mathematical analogues. Maybe he could find something which would work.)

It's fiction; he can do what he wants.

[convolution]

Thanks, the ending was great.

Have you read Greg Bear's book "blood music" ?

I think that you have just written the "orgy" version

I also think you're an amazing writer.

Cheers,

[Kit Werecat]

Originally Posted by tekuno

Nope. Martin was learning how to create, for lack of a better term, a virtual world within his own mind, which other people could live in after he absorbed them. Martin was essentially benevolent, and didn't want to kill anyone, but he did want to consume the entire universe, so he had to figure out what to do with people. Brian helped him learn how to change people into a form he could "store", and Trevor is being the guinea pig for interaction and control.

Sort of a twist on the trans-humanist ideal of the future, but instead of everyone becoming a program whirling around in a computer somewhere, they're all a part of a shared world where they can do whatever they like for... well, presumably for the rest of time, with Martin as custodian/sysadmin/whatever.

Sooo...

Just to explode everyone's minds a little further...

In this fantasy; this fictitious tale of the universe, I had it backwards.

Martin actually created a Heaven for all the mortals, to live in exquisite bliss for near eternity, with Martin becoming their God. And since he was devouring the entire Universe in that realty, by Newtonian standards of evaluation, he actually BECAME God.

Again, speaking in terms of the literary universe Martin originally was born into.

His parents must be proud!

[Kit Werecat]

Apologies, Tekuno.

I'm trying to get some of the vaguer questions out of the way, and taking the opportunity of the window that resides between stories, to query you. These are story elements which still aren't clear to me, and therefore might not be clear to others (or I'm thicker than most, which is a distinct possibility).

I'm sorry these are coming out random and scattergun, but as I've mentioned, I'm very much pondering the details of this story, and a lot happened very quickly at the end. Let's face it - it's hard to keep up when you experience obliterating the entire American continent, then the Earth, Moon, outlaying planets and moons, the sun, and finally the universe.. all in some 20 paragraphs.

So please bear with me as these occur to me.

I now think I understand (but am still trying to wrap my head around the concepts) what happened to the populous in general.

But about Brian, Trevor, and Alex... They didn't seem to meet the same fate as the others, as Trevor at least seemed external to Martin during the last paragraphs. Or maybe that was Trevor's point of thinking while he lived in Martin's reality.

You see what I mean? It's a bit subjective for the reader.

Anyway to the point - can you explain how the big 3 were now manifested in the final reality you depict? Were they separate entities like Martin, or were they also absorbed into Martin? And if so, how were they different from everyone else?

I'm sorry to keep bugging you.. but I want desperately to fully comprehend this story..

[tekuno]

Originally Posted by Kit Werecat

Martin actually created a Heaven for all the mortals, to live in exquisite bliss for near eternity, with Martin becoming their God. And since he was devouring the entire Universe in that realty, by Newtonian standards of evaluation, he actually BECAME God.

More or less. Martin has a lot more patience than I do; I'd probably be tempted, in his place, to exclude a few folks. (On the other hand, extending mercy to absolutely everyone is the only totally consistent, non-problematic ethical position for a non-omniscient judge.)

He's more like Samizo Kohei, though. (A pretty terrible translation — too many fan translators try too hard to stick with the literal sense of the words when a colloquial translation would be much, much better — but an interesting comic!)

But about Brian, Trevor, and Alex... They didn't seem to meet the same fate as the others, as Trevor at least seemed external to Martin during the last paragraphs. Or maybe that was Trevor's point of thinking while he lived in Martin's reality.

You see what I mean? It's a bit subjective for the reader.

Anyway to the point - can you explain how the big 3 were now manifested in the final reality you depict? Were they separate entities like Martin, or were they also absorbed into Martin? And if so, how were they different from everyone else?

They're all in Martin's internal "virtual" universe, just like everyone else. They retain their individuality as far as anyone else does, which is to say they have a "body" in the virtual universe which is independent from Martin's control. As the story says, people inside the virtual universe can control their own shapes and appearances, but it comes from their own expectations, so people who have just been absorbed start off locked more or less into ordinary human shape. Physics is apparently somewhat flexible, too.

Beyond that, the story as written says nothing. But if you're asking about authorial intent I can certainly enlighten you. (I mean, I did picture all this stuff before I wrote it down. It was a choice whether to write things explicitly or not.)

The virtual universe is effectively limitless and its non-living contents are defined by a combination of expectation and Martin's consent. (Which is to say: if you want to move a trillion miles away from everyone else and live in a ten-mile-high tower which is as thin as a needle at the base, you'll probably be able to do that, but if you want to kill people you won't manage it.) Living things with brains got imported in, although with some adjustments, living things without brains — like plants — did not get copied in on an individual basis, but many of them exist inside anyway.

I went back and forth as to whether reproduction inside the virtual universe is possible, to raise another odd point. On the one hand, why bother? You don't need actual reproduction if everyone is immortal. On the other hand, bringing up children — as a society, if not in person — is a major human activity, so if there's no children then everyone is slightly less human. (Okay, then, authorial fiat: in the virtual world, you can have children, but much less frequently than in the "real" world, and presumably with Martin's assent.) (Can you imagine what the teenagers would be like? "When I was your age, we couldn't float around playing five-dimensional melodycolorsexball with friends who are technically millions of miles away when we wanted to have psychedelic fun, we had to drive to our friends' houses so we could smoke a joint. And we liked it. Sometimes we even had to walk. And we couldn't have a six-mile long cock. And even if we somehow did, it would get worn raw from friction when we walked around. And nobody would have been able to take it, anyway. You kids today have it lucky." "Yeah, whatever, Dad.")

In ascending order of size, the recurring male characters:

- The monkey-man and the cat-man — who appeared in the part with the Halloween party — are just ordinary people. (Well, okay, they got a slight boost. One of them was a direct employee of B4Bee, and the other was an agent, so they would have a claim for perks.) (They were probably as surprised to be de-aged as they were to be able to be animal-men again. Remember that nearly 20 years pass before Martin expands to absorb the Americas, so they'd be in their 40s or 50s at least.) (By fiat: the cat man is now identified as the employee named Sean that Alex kept mentioning. Because he was a named character and deserves to pop up in the final part again.) (Come to think of it, though, Phil the HR employee from the early parts vanished entirely, didn't he? That was semi-intentional. At first, I was going to leave him out as a red herring, hoping people would constantly guess he was going to show up again, then I was going to put him back in in a comic relief role, and then I forgot him entirely. He's around in the virtual universe, somewhere, one presumes.)

- Alex spends most of his time looking like a slightly-bigger-than-average man. He actually has much greater strength, and can appear to be two or three times normal size, although he actually kind of prefers just to be closer to average. He has a family — 3 kids, two girls and a boy — and has basically settled down with Janice. (Did you notice, by the way, that the father of Janice's child really was an accountant with her new employer? Just because he didn't know it yet, that didn't make it false.)

(And as long as I'm mentioning incidental details: Martin was consciously named after Marten from Questionable Content, who is as scrawny as Martin was at the beginning. The other names were either given to me by a Skype chat partner when I said "give me a name" — Ollie being the most recent example — or else pulled out at random. And the "International Meeting" was chosen to have initials "IM", a prefix meaning "not" just like "UN".)

- Trevor is more or less his old size (which would be around 5 or 6 times normal human size) and strength (many, many times that of a normal person). He has special privileges. He has never settled down with anyone — he likes having lots of sex, but he also views himself as being sort of responsible for bridging the general population and Martin, since he is one of the few people who can actually talk to Martin without being utterly overwhelmed into sex. Martin would honestly be happier if he would just go and spend his time in the orgies or something, because as implied he really isn't necessary.

- Brian has sort of semi-ascended, as long as we're viewing Martin as a god, to be Martin's lover. He doesn't have a body in the "real" world, and he doesn't control anything but himself, but he has special privileges and Martin has enhanced his mind and virtual body so they can be closer to equals. He'd be around 4000 feet tall. In a way, this is a little unfair, because it means Brian's purpose is basically to give Martin sex, and he has no real existence outside that role, but on the other hand there are certainly worse fates than an eternity of such incredible ecstasy that the normal human mind wouldn't even be able to comprehend it. Presumably, what with the ascended mind and all, he is able to understand Martin's experiences better than normal humans — Martin must have fairly unique pillow talk, you know. ("Yawn, I'm absorbing the cosmic background radiation on the way to that supercluster I noticed the other day. It's kind of D-minor, with hints of banana and trombone.")

- Martin is of course a kind of singularity. In the virtual universe, he's about a mile tall, and since his lat spread is at least 7000 feet wide he has quite a taper. He sticks to that height because there would be no particular point to being bigger — a mile is already so tall that people have to be miles and miles away just to see all of him at once. (And besides, he wants people to be able to tell what part of his body they're seeing when they're fairly close. Jump to any bigger order of magnitude, and all you would see would just be a wall of flat skin. That's not exactly consonant with him being indescribably sexy.) As it was in the building, Martin's cock is so long that the end touches Brian's collarbone, and it's about half as thick around as Brian's waist. Brian can feel every millimeter of it, and loves it all. He's currently spending an hour focussing on the sensations of each square foot of his internal, uh, tube, one at a time, which should keep him busy for the next few millennia. (By that time, he'll want to go back and start over.)

Martin is in control of the virtual universe, so of course he has completely irresistible strength in every part of his body, regardless of size, so showing off his strength isn't really any fun any more. (It would be like making a cardboard cutout of a human, and then arm wrestling it — there's no particular interest in winning, any more.) In the "real" world, he is so strong that there's really nothing he can do to show off his strength. He's already able to pull matter out of black holes, and by one means of measurement that's a maximum. He's so large by the time the story ends that absorbing the whole Andromeda galaxy will take him about as much time as the solar system took, starting with Mars, once he gets there, and by this time, ignoring scale, he probably looks like a glowing, bloated starfish... assuming you can imagine a starfish which contains the mass of an entire galaxy.

(Incidentally, he is now yet another physics violation: if you put that much mass together in a form that was around as dense as water — and he's presumably much denser than that — it would collapse into a black hole. Interestingly, one of the first theoreticians to consider the idea of a black hole in modern terms suggested exactly that: a gigantic blob of water at normal density. It was later pointed out that if you could somehow collect such a thing, the gravity would collapse it down. Either he's Just So Tough That He Defies Gravity, or the story's physics is broken. Again.)

(It would also be interesting to see what would happen, in the real world, if there really were a force which could steal large amounts of mass from a black hole at once; black holes which evaporate by radiating ex-virtual particles are necessarily really tiny. If you could take a black hole the size of, say, the moon, which was just massive enough to be a black hole of that size, and pull it apart until the density was reduced enough to eliminate the singularity, what would it look like from the outside?)

Originally Posted by convolution

Have you read Greg Bear's book "blood music" ?

Nope. I read some Greg Bear a while back, but only what was available at the local library: Darwin's Radio, and Heads (excellent mockery of Scientology in that one). (I started Darwin's Children but didn't like it as much.)

As far as I was pulling the idea of a virtual universe from any novels, I admit that I did think of The Culmination in John DeChancie's Skyway trilogy. In a way, that's what I was thinking Martin's new world would be like, except that he wouldn't force you to be part of a group mind. (I did think of that for a while, but stopped because it does raise questions about whether Martin really preserved individuality, after all.) But really, I was thinking more about Leviathan. Specifically (read the balloons in each panel in right-to-left order) this page.

Oh, by the way: I should probably mention that Musclegod300 has passed along his work on part 4 of Home From College. I intend to reread the first three parts, then read his work, and then write part 4 and post it. I'm hoping to get something up by Monday or Tuesday.

[Kit Werecat]

Don't worry, Tekuno..

I am not requesting you to answer any more questions on MY account, anyway.

You've pretty much answered them all, plus a few extra bonuses.

I think at last, I see what you wanted us all to see.

But I did want to publicly THANK YOU for your patience, attention, and most of all.. your story.

You know.. I'm ashamed to admit that all this time I've never even looked at Home From College, simply because I'm such a story newbie, I simply haven't caught up with past chapters of long-running stories. But I am slowly remedying that. HFC will definitely be included on my list to read.

Perhaps we'll "see" each other there.

Again, Thanks for the unforgettable journey.


Sincerely,

- Kit Werecat -