Manning Up: Project Kratos (Part 2)

[Omiganda]

My goal of this story is to both enjoy an old fantasy and, with some practice, master increment growth. Let me know if I keep up to that statement. I apologize for any typos. I was rushing a bit to get this done before I fell asleep. Feedback welcome!

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Manning Up: Project Kratos (Part 2)

The Manning Mansion was well run as usual. The tall white building seemed to make all the houses around it cower with its many decorations, designs and humbling size. Neighborhood kids and burglars never dared to try entering the building the way it was made. Everyone knew that Chris Manning, Joe Manning?s dad, had cameras all over the building and an alarm so loud it could scream from his house to the police on the opposite side of town. Mr. Manning walked out of his patio door above the entrance, 3 stories above the ground. He stopped at the ledge with his legs spread and laid his hands against his muscular hips, his naked body in a proud position. In the patio doors, one could see the women he?d kept overnight, the two of them cuddling as their best partner remained absent in the bed.

Chris Manning was one of the most masculine men one could find. His blonde hair was perfect, a whitish blonde that made him seem angelically beautiful. His face was beautiful for a man in his 40s and still kicking. His body was powerful and curved with ridges and muscular mountains in all the right places. His cock was out for all to see at and above 3 stories, the long, 8 inch length, cock swinging between his big legs. He was really enjoying his day though it was only 9 AM. His favorite outfit, his birthday suit, was beautiful and gave him a hard on as he stood out and looked over the neighborhood. Anyone could see that this man didn?t give a fuck what anyone said or did to him. He didn?t care if a reporter or photographer was watching and taking pictures of his display. He was famous for his body and the ways he made peoples bodies? better. This could only make him that much more of a fitness icon. The only things he hated in the world were things that did the opposite. Speaking of which, where was his son? Chris had noticed when he woke up that there was no sign of his son in the large house. He checked his tiny room, one fit for someone so small, and couldn?t find him anywhere.

He?d checked the many rooms, the living rooms, theater room, pool room, garden, kitchen, everywhere. There was no sign of his son. A dark part of Chris knew he was enjoying it as his son was MIA. In his eyes, whenever his son made an appearance, his name would get dragged in the mud. To him, his son was a bad omen; a nuisance. He only kept him as he had promised the wife he loved so much that he would protect him. He?d done everything to make his son a man in 18 years and, everytime he saw him, he was reminded of how much he failed. Never had he seen someone so weak minded, afraid, puny, and worst of all, afraid to improve.

As he brushed his son out of his mind, however, he heard a ring and looked down over the balcony to his front door, the tall gates reaching 2 stories. In the distance, he couldn?t make out the boys face but he was impressed with the boy?s stature. Though he wasn?t exactly large, he was quite the young man as his chest looked to be pressing through a striped blue and white shirt he was wearing. The boy was quite strapping, unlike his son, his arms actually muscular enough to push off of existent lat muscles. He could see, from this distance, that the boy was quite the athlete with a body like that. Why couldn?t he get this young man as his son, he wondered as he looked down at the boy as he pressed the intercom button. ? Hello? Dad? It?s Joe? came a voice similar to Chris?s son?s yet quite a bit deeper. Joe dropped his jaw as he heard something shocking. His son was a little pipsqueak. How could this be Joe Manning? Chris walked over to the intercom station on the wall and pressed it without looking away from the boy. ?Joe? Is that you?? he said with a shaken voice.

Chris came down in a bathrobe to the main hall, catching sight of his son?s body as he flew down the stairs. He could see the boy?s body in detail and couldn?t believe his eyes.

Defined arms, formed shoulders, actual back muscles. As Chris came down at top speed, Jack turned around and almost recoiled at the speed his dad was coming at him, his lower body obvious for his son to see. Like a hurricane, the large man wrapped around Joe, his big burly arms wrapped tightly around his son. Joe was actually getting smothered in his dad?s chest as he tried to breathe. ?Da?Dad, your suffocating me? he said up to him. Chris let go from his bear hug but placed his hands on Joe?s shoulders, his eyes actually able to make contact with his son?s without having to look over his big chest. ? Joe, I don?t understand. What have you been doing?? he said down to Joe in disbelief.

Joe actually stopped to notice how affectionate his dad was being. Many of the things that had happened just now would never have happened in his life before the treatment. His dad wouldn?t have hugged. His dad wouldn?t talk with such a kind voice. His dad wouldn?t care what happened to him that night. Joe almost couldn?t find words before something in the back of his mind spoke up. ?Just fucking around. Making you proud? he said, pulling out the paper he?d gotten for the experiment from within his tight jeans. Chris was actually able to admire his son?s muscular legs now. With enough training, he could end up a track star with legs like those!

As Chris read the flier, recognizing the piece of paper from one of his most recent fundings, Joe had to take a moment to think about what he?d said. He?d cursed in front of his dad. He?d talked to his dad like he was an equal man; not his dad. Never would he have done that. He didn?t let it bug him however as he saw the proud look on his dad?s face. ? Jesus fucking Christ?? are you okay, Joseph?? Chris said, showing concern by using Joe?s full first name. It was then that he became too uncomfortable with the situation and slipped out of his father?s loving grasp.

?Uh?. Great, dad. Just tired. Think I?ll head to bed? he said to his father before heading to his old room. It was then that his dad stopped him, grabbing his shoulder. Joe felt some faint voice in the back of his mind saying ?Attack??attack?.?but he ignored it as he turned to see his dad?s face. Chris spun Joe around and pointed in the opposite direction.

?Go ahead to the guest room. Your room might be too small for these broad shoulders here? he teased as he massaged Joe?s new deltoids. Joe took a second?s pause before nodding. ?Ok, dad? he said before walking to his soon to be new room.

The room was quite a bit larger than the room he was used to. His room was practically a gap in space that could be placed on their house roof as a new attack, its wooden boards, dust, and all. It was nearly impossible to fit anything besides a desk, a small lamp, a small bed, and a window into the little room.

The guest room was completely different, however. This room was much larger; lined with several dressers, mirrors, a door leading to the guest bathroom, a large screen TV, and a king sized bed large enough to keep several football players comfortable. The room had other furnishings that almost showed usefulness his room didn?t have but Joe was too busy enjoying it. He?d been in the room thousands of times, though his dad told him to stay out, but he?d never been able to call it his own.

When he got to the bed and sat down, the silk sheets fluffed around his hands when they moved and made it hard for him to resist sleep. When he woke up, he?d be ready to take on all of those who looked down on him. He?d make his dad proud. He?d surpass all who dare challenge him.

It was that last thought that Joe stop for a moment. Where had that come from? Before he could discover the answer, he slowly fell asleep. It was in that drop to the dream world that he?d missed his stomach growling and one of his kidneys failing.

When Joe was safely asleep, however, the darkness blinded him from seeing the small light in the room. The little green light floated over the bed with a brilliant glow one might find in a star as it observed him. With a flash, the light was gone and a young man with brown hair, green eyes, and mysterious white clothing stood beside the bed. His eyes looked down at his friend with a fear as he caught sight of what had to be red marks like veins coming up the sleeping boy?s neck.

The young man leaned down and kissed the spot, making the red shrink back in fear of his soft touch. ?Why is it the one I love so much has to be so much of a troublemaker?? he said as he looked down with his beautiful green eyes. The boy was actually quite handsome but his eyes were what were most amazing as they glowed like soft flames.

? You should really be more careful, Broseph? he said down to his good friend as he touched the boy?s chest. ? I love you too much to have you get killed by something like this.?

Before the young man could lean in again, he was interrupted when a blue light came into the room also, almost as bright as he?d been when he?d entered. Like a flash, the light whitened the room before a powerful, tall man stood behind the first. The new man was fashioned in the same sense as the first but in the color of blue. He had muscles the first didn?t that made him look like he?d spent many years in the gym.

At 7?2, he towered over the first man?s 6?1. He appeared to be in his 30s though he was much much older. His face was covered in a very short beard with literal blue hair. A crown made of coral wrapped around his head, set atop his masculine brow.

His body was one that could only be placed on a god, the vascularity obvious in his chest muscles, striations, and abs. His arms seemed to belt out from his shoulders as they floated on large lat muscles. His blue robe just barely covered what look like something large hanging in a white hammock. The man?s wide stance made him seem to fill the space behind him more than he seemed to at first glance. With a deep and quaking voice, he spoke with power.

?What is your purpose here, Father? he said down to the boy. The boy scowled up to the tall man. ?Don?t call me Father, dude. You know I?m not allowed to be Father until I?ve received all of Mother Nature?s powers.?

The second man didn?t register this comment as he walked to the spot beside the first and looked down at the young man on the ground. ?Speaking of her powers, why are you wasting them on this mortal?? he asked with his arms folded over his broad chest. The first man looked down at Joe?s sleeping body. ? Because he?d been my only friend? he said as he rubbed his hand over Joe?s chest, feeling the space expand and contract with his breaths.

?I know you can see the power sleeping in him. Curing him of his stigma will be making him more powerful than ever. Are you prepared to receive the consequences?? the tall man warned. The first man didn?t flinch. ?He wont be a threat. I swear? he said as he leaned down to the boy on the bed.

The second man shook his head. ?You?re the one who can see the future. I trust your judgement, Father? he said before vanishing, his large presence seeming to shrink and fade out of the room.

The young man remaining leaned in over his friend?s sleeping face and looked into his beautiful face. ?You?ve grown more perfect than you already were, broseph? he whispered as he came closer, their lips almost touching. ?I?m sorry about what I?ll have to do next? he said before leaning down. In a second, the two were mouth to mouth, their inhalation and tongues mixing. Though he wasn?t conscious, Joe was enjoying the kiss, getting into it regardless of his lack of experience.

His body was like a sauna, his body sweating as he felt something inside him change. He didn?t know it now but, with this kiss, he would become the most powerful man the world had ever seen. The young man enjoyed the kiss as he moved his hand through Joe?s hair. It seemed like time had completely slowed, making a moment?s kiss become a century?s kiss. When they parted Joe actually reached out in his sleep as if trying to pull whoever was kissing him back in. With his new voice he called out ?Dennis? before he dropped down, back to sleep.

Dennis stood up and looked down at Joe in shock. How could he know?

Dennis touched his lips as if he could feel the love from Joe that had been passed on. ?You make this too hard for me, Broseph? he said before he turned around. In a flash, he was gone, taking his love and hidden feelings with him.

Joe hadn?t seen anything or known what was going on but that didn?t matter as, with a sudden grumble, his hardened stomach shook with a new force unlike any stomach ache he?d ever felt. His skin began to redden as veins appeared on different parts of his new body.

He wasn?t even awake but Joe could tell, he needed to get out of his clothes. With his two larger hands, he grabbed the fabric of his shirt and began to pull with abandon, moaning in his sleep. His clothes began to feel tighter. His thighs began to make the tight jeans tighter and his calves began to press into the half, all 4 muscles using team work to get off the tight pants. He couldn?t tell but, in the pouch of his pants, his cock was hardening and punching into the fabric of his jeans. Everything was overworking in an attempt to give their master a chance to stretch and get comfortable. Joe made a rough grunt as he finally ripped his shirt, a blonde hairy chest coming into view. His nipples glistened in the sunlight as they became harder and larger. Had he been conscious, Joe would have been shocked to see himself stretching over the bed.

Only one thing was certain. By tomorrow morning, a new man would be in the bed Joe was in and, with that, a new Joe.

To Be Continued