Manning Up: Project Kratos

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I apologize for any bad spelling or grammar issues. I typed this half asleep so it may suck or may be improperly written but I felt I should get this concept out before I lost it. Feedback welcome

Manning Up

Part 2: http://www.musclegrowth.org/forum/sh...ad.php?t=69786

Chapter 1

Joe sat on the doctor’s bench with his hands between his naked legs. He couldn’t get comfortable regardless of the comfy cushion he was shuffling on, his thin legs and bony ass refusing to stay still in his loose boxer briefs. Joe couldn’t grasp why he was so nervous. He’d had many reasons to be nervous and insecure all his life. His mother had passed away when he was very young, he’d been bullied from elementary school all the way to high school for his 18 years, his father didn’t even like him, probably seeing him as a disappointment to their family’s history of big-boned bodies and thick body parts, and he only had one real friend; a well known delinquent in town named Dennis. People talked about both of them all the time.

The “two lowest of the scum in town” or “America’s least wanted” they’d call them.

Joe had been the subject of hatred and bullying for his entire life and, for that entire time, he had not once fought back; not to his father, not to his enemies, not even to himself. He’d reached a true bottom in his life in his high school year; the year that was supposed to be the best of his life. He cared about the fact that this test he was undergoing was to ensure that, now that the world was at peace and a treaty had been signed, there would be a lot of people coming back home with a reason to fill a little bit more at peace. Still, he had his own reasons, though small, that made him want to undergo this test.

He could remember just 3 days ago when he’d seen the flier for this project, Project Kratos. He’d seen it after he’d been chased by his neighborhood bully, Zane, and was on his last breaths. It was when he’d ripped the paper from the wall that he knew, without a doubt, he’d have to find some courage somewhere. This experiment, he felt, would give him just that.

Joe had been named after his large, hulking grandfather who’d died 5 years ago, his father hoping at birth that his only son would grow up and be a strapping young man to help run his fitness and enhancement business, a large company that had reached the top of America’s sources to reduce diagnosed obesity, anorexia, and muscle dystrophy. Mr. Manning had spent a pretty penny to reach the high he was at today. He, however, didn’t expect so much publicity about his less than fit son, Joe Manning. Joe was the hatred in his dad’s eyes every time he looked at him. Joe felt that, every time his dad saw him, he’d lose a little bit more money and become a little bit less powerful. Of course, at 6’3 and an ex- high school football player, it was pretty hard to make someone like him seem smaller or weaker in comparison to many things.

Joe was more than happy to sign up for Project Kratos when he saw that his dad’s company supplied funds for the project. He couldn’t wait to make his dad proud of him when he found out what his pathetic son was planning to do. It was this that kept Joe seated in his chair, his pale skin shaking from the cold without much muscle to protect him from the chilly air in the room.

The doctor came back just as Joe was beginning to shiver a bit. Dr. Mills Wright walked on the tiled floor, his expensive shoes clicking with each step. He was a well known doctor in the fields of science as he’d made many breakthroughs. This was made to be his biggest project yet as he was helping their army create something strong enough to enforce their armies. He was as excited as all the other scientists who came in behind him. He knew that, with his newest ingenious medication, he’d be able to create a soldier so powerful, no other country would dare go against the US again. They’d be the strongest super power to ever live on Earth. His age and experience was clearly shown with lines and gray hair on his face. Though his age was in the 50s, he was actually relatively fit for someone his age. His white coat was clean with absolutely no stains and a pocket carrying several pens.

Joe closed his legs as the doctors walked in with clipboards. Dr. Wright waved his hand at Joe.

“Don’t bother, Mr. Manning. I’m a scientist. I’ve seen all your secrets in my high school Anatomy class” he joked as he moved through the objects on the table beside the bench, shuffling through glasses, test tubes, beakers and notes in search of the Kratos agent. Joe didn’t move his hands as he saw all the other doctors looking at him with observing eyes.

“As you all are wondering, I’ve already taken the liberty of checking the physical attributes of the subject” he said, moving over to the computer on the desk, pressing several buttons, and then pressing enter, causing the screen on the wall to flash on. Joe looked up and showed hatred towards his own stats on the screen. They were as follows:

Subject 0
Age: 18
Hair Color: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Skin Color: Pale White
Height: 5 feet 5 inches
Width: 1 foot
Left Arm: 9 inch bicep
Right Arm: 9.3 inch bicep
Waist: 14 inches
Legs: 11 inches
Calves: 7 inches
Feet: Size 8
Cock Size: 2 inches (soft), 3 inches (erect)
Weight: 110

Joe was reminded of his tiny frame looking at his stats on the screen. His stature was that of a child though he was legally a man. His chest appeared almost caved in as his back showed the tell tale bumps of a back with small muscles. His bones were almost too easy to see in his skinny frame. Even sitting on the bench, most of the doctors were taller than he was. He averted his eyes as they would look at his stats and then look at him, obviously in pity for such a tiny creature. Dr. Wright turned off the screen and walked over to Joe, his eyes unaffected by the sight of his pathetic body.

“Alright, Mr. Manning, it’s time to inject the agent. We will now move you to the Quarantine Zone to ensure safety” he said down to Joe at his height of 6 feet tall. Joe nervously slid down and landed on the floor with a bit of a “tap”, the bottoms of his feet touching the cold floor.

The room the doctors put him in was large for him and had a window on one side. He couldn’t see through the black screen but he knew that the doctors were looking at him through it. The walls were lined with white cushions the way they lined rooms of intense psychiatric patients. Joe felt uneasy in this room as if thousands of eyes were all on him (though he wasn’t far off). When the silence was starting to get to him, the speaker above sounded.
“Mr. Manning, we will be administering the agent into the room momentarily. We will begin on your count, sonny” Dr. Wright’s voice said from the speaker. Joe needed a second to think on this moment. This would be the moment he’d remember when he made his dad proud. This was the last moment he’d be weak and pathetic; the last day he’d disappoint and be disrespected by everyone. Joe didn’t have to think any further than this. “Ready, Doctor” he said up the speaker, giving a thumbs up towards the window.

For a moment, there was only silence before Joe heard something very quiet. It started as an untraceable sound before he heard hissing come from both sides, gas leaking into the room. He looked and saw a reddish gas enter the room and place a hue on the room. The room lost its white cleanliness and became a dark red that began to make visibility a little harder. Joe didn't feel anything as he looked around. He took deep breaths as a smell entered his nose. He couldn't place it but, already, he felt different. He moved his fingers and toes as he felt something enter him, giving him a bit of strength. Joe was so certain that he was already becoming more powerful that he hadn't expected the shift in power to be so sudden. Before he knew it, Joe fell to the ground, screaming at the top of his lungs as his body burned everywhere.

Doctor Wright, on the opposite side of the window, had eyes glued to it as he saw the subject enter a kind of shock. Doctor Wright didn't flinch as he watched Joe cringe and fall to the floor before shivering like a weakened animal. The doctors began to panic as they saw their patient, who’d passed all the biological tests, still wasn't compatible enough to contain the agent. Doctor Wright was less panicked but began to grip his clip board.

“Work…..work….work….work” he chanted as he watched the patient begin to shiver less slowly before stopping. He dropped his head in shame as he’d lost the subject to the agent. Doctor Wright looked to recorder beside him and picked it up, raising it to his mouth.

“Patient 221: Agent failed” he said into it before placing it back on the table as if it was a brick.

It was then that the small monitor beside the window began to slowly blink. Doctor Wright looked up to it with a questionable expression before his eyes opened wide. The signs of life on the screen were changing on the screen. The patient had survived! He looked back to the boy in the room and his jaw had dropped, on the floor, the boy was sitting up his eyes looking into the window as if off into the distance. His eyes showed no response, as if the mind inside was still coming back. Every few seconds his body would shiver as if his heart beat were extending throughout his body. It was as if he was pulling himself back to life!

Doctor Wright looked to his clipboard and took notes, writing the findings he saw before him. He was so engrossed, he almost missed the shift on the monitor in color. From red to blue, the screen changed the signals and numbers to something completely different. Doctor Wright squinted his aged eyes at the many numbers and actually gasped at what he saw. Though small in increment, the statistics of the subject were…..changing! Doctor Wright busily went to work on his notes as he watched the numbers slowly climb. The doctors were busy with chatter as they wrote down findings as well. This was a discovery that would change the world forever. As the percentage of body fat went down, the size of the subjects limbs enlarged and lengthened with size as if from nowhere. Doctor Wright had made it so that the patient was to receive more power from his stomach. That was a trick he knew the military would love: a subject who could make himself more powerful after a defeat and feed as though he were any other creature. A man in a monster’s body. After 10 minutes, the beeping and blinking stopped and the monitor stopped at these stats:

Subject 0
Age: 18
Hair Color: Blonde
Eyes: Blue-Gray
Skin Color: Pale White
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Width: 1 foot 4 inches
Chest: 40 inches
Left Arm: 12 inch bicep
Right Arm: 12 inch bicep
Waist: Size 30
Legs: 19 inches
Calves: 10 inches
Feet: Size 10
Cock Size: 3 inches (soft), 6 inches (erect)
Weight: 145 pounds
Body Fat: 10%

Doctor Wright was dumbfounded by the stats on the screen but when he turned to the window, he was more shocked by the obvious results. The gas had vanished and had left a true 18 year old on the floor. The boy on the ground wasn't the same as the one who’d been inside before. He was larger, more athletic. His body was starting to sprout a bit of chest hair and leg hair, expected for someone his age. The face of the man on the ground was much better looking than it was before. Somehow, the hair of the boy inside had been changed to something shorter and trendier. Looking at his hands and feet, Doctor Wright’s hypothesis was correct. Soon, this young man would be taller and bigger than even now. Now he was an average man as average could be; still it was better than it was before. The eyes of the subject came to and the doctor spoke into the microphone.

“Mr. Manning, are you conscious?” he called.

The boy didn’t respond for a few seconds but, as he came to, his new lips moved. “I feel fucking amazing, doctor” said the voice of someone with a slightly deeper voice. Doctor Wright made a signal to the doctors as he took his finger off the button to respond. “ Subject is beginning to show signs of increased testosterone” he said to them. Like school students, they quickly began writing. Doctor Wright went back to the microphone. “Congratulations, Mr. Manning. You have successfully been melded with the agent. After some testing, you’ll be free to return home but we must first go through some precautions and dangers” he said.

Joe felt amazing. Everybody part was charged with warmth and power that was far different from anything he’d ever felt. He was too strong to contain himself. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He wanted to show off his new self to everyone who’d ever called him pathetic. But most of all, he wanted to show his dad and Dennis the new Joe. He would no longer be a disappointment. He didn’t even hear the things the doctor was saying but he nodded his head and gave an occasional OK. He was more interested in his surroundings as he saw things in such different ways. The colors of the room were more obvious now. His weak eyes sight was officially neutralized. His breathing actually felt heavier. He was a new person that was going to wreck some havoc very soon.

Hours later, after Joe was gone, Dr. Wright had returned to the room to collect his work. It was when he picked up his receiver that he saw the monitor was still on. He walked over to it and looked over it with curiosity before his throat went dry and he made a strong gulp. The monitor was clear as day as it gave a time. As Doctor Wright looked at the readings, a bead of sweat went down the side of his face.

“Time till expiration: 3 days” he read aloud.

To Be Continued?