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  1. TheWeremuscleForest

    Super Size Me: My Arabian God

    Haidar is a former citizen of Iraq. He was a part of the archeological society of the United Nations. His mission in Iraq was the find rare treasures that the world might want to invest in, according to UN rules and regulations. One of the dangers of Haidar’s job was the ongoing conflict in the country he was born in. One day, while he was unearthing a rare gem that was gold in color, a storm rolled in unexpectedly and started to drop hail on top of his team. Most of the team left and implored Haidar to come with them. He, however, was so enamored by the gem, that he elected to stay behind to snag it. Once he was able to break it free from the Earth and clutch it in his right hand, he was struck by lightning. The bolt ended up passing through him and went out through his other hand. The gem he was holding in his hand gleamed gold, which he notices, right before he passed out in the trench. Haidar wakes up in a bed, led by the American contingent that was stationed in Iraq. The military medical personnel managed to find him lying in the trench by accident and picked him up. They ended up taking him back to their triage area and started to assess his condition. Weirdly, there was no evidence that anything had ever happened to him. The UN-led society was looking for him and would find him at this particular medical complex. The war in Iraq was intensifying and they were trying to talk him into leaving the country, which he vehemently opposed. That was until he met Avery, an American Active-Duty medical student, who volunteered to go to Iraq to further his studies and to help the cause. Both men had kept their sexual orientations secret for most of their lives for their own protections. Haidar would have possibly been executed by his own family if he had revealed his love for men. Avery would have likely been shunned by his own family as well, because men in the military don’t pine for other men. The eager medical student was assigned Haidar as a last-minute study before he went home. He figured it would be another quick fix and then he could move on to the next patient. Nobody knew how Haidar recovered so quickly from his wounds. “Do you speak English, sir?” Avery stands over Haidar as he stares directly into the soldier’s eyes and slowly shakes his head yes. “You do? That is good to hear. I thought I was going to have to speak Arabic or Farsi.” “I...uhh...I only know little English.” “That is okay sir. What is going on with you? The doctors here are a little confused as to how you healed up so quickly.” Haider notices the gem he was holding is not in his hand anymore. He has a scared look in his eyes. “Are you looking for the gemstone? It is quite an unusual one. We were eyeing it ourselves. It could be worth quite a bit.” Looks around before leaning in to talk softly to Haidar. “Don’t worry, I put it in with your archeological equipment.” The Iraqi man smiles at him. “You American doctor?” “I hope to be one someday. Let’s take a look at your body, shall we, and see if there are any wounds the doctors couldn’t find.” Avery notices how good-looking Haidar is. He has seen quite a few Iraqi men, but none really struck him as being as attractive as this one. He has a slender build but looks like he takes decent care of himself. He has just the right amount of dark fur and his eyes have flecks of gold in them, which Avery takes note of. “Nope, no wounds. Everything looks good here.” Avery winks, which gets a small smile from Haidar. When the student goes to walk away, the Iraqi patient stops him. “Will you come see me again soon, American?” “Umm, I suppose it can’t hurt. Sure, I will be back in a few hours.” Avery walks away and Haidar goes back to sleep. Loud rumblings and gunfire erupt. Haidar is awakened by the sounds of war in the background. The Americans are moving quickly to pack up all of their equipment. The Iraqi man jumps out of bed and grabs his belongings. He starts running down the road away from the sounds but is quickly pulled into a Jeep. It turns out that Avery saw him running and had his team go and get him. Haidar looks extremely upset with Avery. “You can get mad at me later sir. I just saved your life. Thomas...Gilbert...let’s get out of here.” The Jeep barely avoids hitting a bomb, which unintentionally throws the Iraqi in Avery’s lap. He can feel the American’s fit body from the outside of his uniform. It is the first time that the two men feel the warmth of each other up close. Haidar no longer resists the rescue and situates himself inside the vehicle. The escape plan is then put in place. Later that day, the American contingent prepare to leave the country. Haidar is now wondering what will happen with his life. He has never left the country before. Avery talks with him for a few minutes at the American base. “Sir, what is your name?” “Uhh...Haidar...Haidar el-Montari.” “Haidar...that is a cool name. I like it. My name is Vincent Avery. You can call me Avery though. Everyone else does.” “Ahhvery. Very strange name.” Avery laughs for a few seconds. He then proceeds to ask Haidar where he will go now. “So, do you have family anywhere else besides Iraq, Haidar?” “I... don’t. My family are all here. I haven’t spoken to them for years anyways. They don’t care.” “What do you mean they don’t care?” “I...uhh...I have a secret. I don’t like doing...uhh...how do you say, sex with women.” Avery seems a little surprised by his revelation but is willing to help him find a new home. “I can help you get a green card, Haidar. Come home with me and I will do everything I can to help you.” The Iraqi man clasps his left hand with Avery’s right hand, which stuns the American man. Avery is informed that the base is being closed and that it is time to go home. He gets clearance to take Haidar with him, after nobody comes forward from the UN to block his exit from the country. Avery and Haidar land in Fort Hood, a few hours later. Avery is told that Haidar will have to stay at the embassy in DC for a few days. They will not see each other again for at least two years. Haidar received his green card for his residency inside the US in a matter of months. He picks up the English language rather quickly and finds a job with one of the museums in DC. His interests in archeology helped him get promoted quickly. He will get to see Avery again at a benefit for the Army, after being invited by one of his coworkers at the museum. Avery, who looks noticeably more buff than he did two years ago, spots Haidar almost immediately at the event. Haidar, who is now sporting a healthy beard, and is maintaining his lean appearance, is stunned to see Avery at the event. They lock eyes on each other and start talking. “Hello there sir. How has life been treating you in the US?” “Life is really good here. I seem to have found my place among the important people.” “It seems like it. Have you found someone to share your life with?” Haidar smiles and goes to clasp his hand with Avery’s. “I am surprised you haven’t Haidar. There are all kinds of hot men out there waiting to be met by you.” “I have met a few, but I am bored by them. I seem to be attracted to men in uniform.” He smiles again at Avery, which prompts the soldier to start rubbing his Iraqi friend’s right shoulder. They sit down at a table together and get extra close with each other. It turns out that Avery is being given an award at this event for his bravery in saving civilians in Afghanistan. He makes his speech about an hour into the event, and winks at Haidar at the end. The event ends soon after, and they both get up from their seats. Avery holds Haidar close to him. “Can I ask you something, Haidar?” “Sure, Ahhvery.” “Heh, I love that, you know. Would you be willing to come spend the night with me at my hotel room?” Haidar seems surprised by this question, but he has developed feelings for Avery over the time they first met two years ago. “I will have to let some people know that I will not be available later, but yes, I would love to, Ahhvery.” The buff soldier hugs him and leans in to kiss him softly on his lips. Haidar is shocked but feels all kinds of energy rushing through him. His eyes sparkle as the gold glistens in the moonlight once they go outside. Avery stares into them, and remarks at how beautiful they are. “This is going to be a good night. I can feel it, Haidar.” Because he is wearing his short-sleeved uniform, Haidar can see how big Avery’s arm is and runs his right hand along one of the thick veins traveling up and down it. Avery flexes to show it off. “You can explore it in great detail in a little while, sexy.” “You called me sexy, Ahhvery?” “I did. I feel like I should call you something else. Haidar seems so formal to me. What is your middle name?” Haidar looks at him puzzled as they walk down Pennsylvania Avenue. “Ohh, well it is actually Mofasa. Nobody ever calls me that, but you can.” “Good, how about Darmo? A combination of both names. This is fun.” The Iraqi man stops and leans over to kiss Avery on the lips again. This one is much longer and meaningful. Avery moans deeply as he holds his friend against him. His arms are now wrapped around Haidar. The distance between their bodies is entirely gone now. They stop after about a minute. “Mmm, Darmo. That was amazing. I am very interested to see where this night goes now.” “I am hungry, Vencint. Maybe we should go somewhere to get something?” Avery grins and holds him close to him. “You remembered my first name. Have you thought about me a lot, Darmo?” “I have to admit that I have, Ahhvery. You saved my life after all. You apparently have saved others as well. They never told me that you were being honored at this event. Of course, I was mostly invited because I knew someone.” “I think it was fate bringing us together, sexy.” The two men kiss again, as Avery runs his left hand along Haidar’s brownish-black beard. It is clear that the two men are gradually becoming even more fond of each other. “Would you be willing to grow a beard like mine, Vencint?” “It is possible, handsome. I would have to be off duty for a while though. We could rub beards together...” Haidar notices how big Avery’s ass is in his uniform and tries to hide it. The soldier laughs and walks a couple steps in front of him so he can get a better view of it. He hears an odd sound come from the Iraqi man’s mouth. “Admiring the view, dude? I do have a huge ass. A few of my previous lovers have told me about it.” Haidar seems concerned about his inexperience, so he mentions it in passing. “I don’t have your experience. Does that worry you?” “Absolutely not, Darmo. So far, you have shown me that you know what you are doing. I am more attracted to you than you might realize.” Avery takes Haidar over to a bench and they sit down. He undoes the buttons on his Army jacket and opens it, revealing his skintight shirt, that leaves nothing to the imagination about how well-built he is. Haidar runs his hands along the curves of the soldier’s pecs and leans in to rub his beard along his friend’s nipples, making them jut out in excitement. Avery nervously stops him, realizing that their chemistry is heating up quickly. “Ohh shit...ohh shit. Ahh, sorry Darmo. Mmm...that was my fault. I should have never...” Haidar moves back in to run his tongue along Avery’s nipples and appears to be intent on continuing his exploration of him. He lifts the soldier’s shirt and is stunned to see how developed Avery’s entire torso is. He kisses each and every one of Vincent’s abdominals before noticing the soldier’s swollen cock trying to get past his belt. Haidar touches his cock head, which makes Avery gasp. He is torn between letting him continue or wanting him to stop. “Darmo, Darmo, Darmo...wait dude. I don’t think I am ready to be such an exhibitionist, especially out here. Heh, I think we can bypass the dinner, don’t you agree?” Haidar smiles and lets Avery get dressed again. They kiss again and get up from the bench. The two men are holding hands and staying close to each other as they flag down a taxi and get in. The military officer sits right up against his friend in the back of the taxi, and arches his Arabian partner’s head back to start kissing him passionately. The chemistry is palpable. Avery is now exploring Haidar’s neck and chest with his mouth. He moans lightly to himself as he opens his friend’s shirt by unbuttoning it in the middle to run his lips along his partner’s furry pecs, and tussles on the hair with his teeth. This makes the Iraqi man excited as he feels his cock twitching in his dress pants. He unexpectedly makes the soldier stop though. “Pplleeaassee Ahhvery, not here. This is my fault I started this with you. I just couldn’t hold it in back there.” Avery seems surprised by his reaction. “Am I moving too fast, Darmo? I want to explore you so much.” “I know Vencint. It is just...well I will tell you when we get to the room.” “Umm...okay?” They arrive at the hotel and get out of the taxi. Haidar has buttoned his shirt back up and they get into the elevator. Avery looks into his partner’s eyes and sees the gold in them glisten once again. He is mesmerized. “I just can’t take my eyes off of yours, sexy. They have such a beautiful color to them.” Haidar smiles and holds Avery’s hand as they get out of the elevator and go down the hall to the soldier’s room. When they both enter, the military doctor shuts the door and takes his jacket off. His tight shirt leaves very little to the imagination. He starts unbuttoning Haidar’s shirt which is stopped briefly when the Iraqi puts his hand on Avery’s right forearm, squeezing it. “Wait Vencint. I need to tell you about what happened back in my country that week.” Avery sighs for a few moments, but he is willing to listen to his story. “Okay sexy, I am all yours now. What is so important that we can’t just enjoy each other’s company for the night?” “I...uhh...well...the gem that I found back then...uhh...did something to me. I was struck by lightning when I held it in my hand...” “You were struck by lightning? *Grips Haider’s hands tightly* Oh my gawd, how did you manage to get through that unscathed Darmo? *Pulls him into his chest* I am sorry that happened to you.” It is at that moment that Avery realizes that Haidar’s eye color matches the gems own. “Wait...your eyes do match the color of the gem’s. Where did you put it?” Haider is apprehensive to retrieve the gem as Avery lets go of him. He can see the nervousness on his Arabian partner’s face. “What did it do to you? Are you scared that it will cause harm to me?” The Iraqi man shakes his head no. “No Ahhvery, it will do something to me. I mean...tonight...I am afraid that I will let it do something to me that will change who I am from this night on.” Avery looks confused, but is quite intrigued by this suggestion. “Does it change how you look? Is that what you are afraid of, Darmo? *Smiles* I am not going to lie; I have had dreams of you where you grew into a gorgeous Arabian beast. I think this might be fate bringing us together tonight.” Haidar gulps and pulls the gem from his pants pocket. He hands it to the soldier quickly and lets him hold it for a minute or two. “Why are you giving this to me?” The gem starts glowing as the Arabian man’s eyes shimmer as well. They appear to be in sync with each other. Haider is starting to sweat profusely, knowing that the gem has been waiting for this night for a very long time. “I...uhh...Vencint...I am scared. It has been speaking to me for a long time. It felt our connection when we met earlier tonight. When I hold it again, it will meld with my body, and I will likely transform into whatever it wants me to be. Is this what you want, Ahhvery?” The soldier grins at him and is eager to hand the gem back to his partner. He puts his free hand on Haidar’s shoulder first though. “There is a part of me that really wants that to happen Darmo. I won’t force you to do anything you feel uncomfortable doing though. The more time I spend with you, the more attracted I am to not only who you are, but to what your body could transform into.” He opens his hand to Haidar, revealing the glowing gem. It is glowing brighter with each second that passes. It amazes the Iraqi man that the gem decided not to meld with the soldier’s body. He reaches out to put his hand over top of Avery’s and instantly feels vibrations move up into his own hand from the gem. Vincent takes his other hand and puts it on top of Haidar’s and clasps them together. There is something transpiring with the gem as they do so. “Uhh...no... It feels different, Ahhvery. I don’t like it.” “Shh...you will be okay. Let it do whatever it needs to do.” The energy from the gem is now coursing through Haidar’s arm. He can feel his right hand and forearm tingling as his muscles and veins throb. Avery’s secret desire for his partner to grow for him is about to happen. He can hear the Middle Eastern man groaning as the gem breaks apart within his fingers and is slowly being absorbed through his skin. Vincent moans feeling his partner’s fingers and hand swelling beneath his own. The veins beneath Haidar’s right shirt sleeve are now visible, as his forearm muscles begin swelling, and bulging, while they begin testing the limits of the fabric trying to hold them in. Avery lets go of the Iraqi and leads him over to his bed, so he can sit down. His right bicep and tricep are now growing, stretching the sleeve until a few seams begin ripping apart. There is a healthy layer of dark fur on top of Haidar’s swelling horseshoe. Growth is happening in various other areas now as he feels his other arm doing the same thing. His left bicep and tricep rip free of their confines as he accidentally flexes the beasts from within and reveal the thickly-engorged masses that are forming beneath his bronzed skin. Vincent is now rubbing his partner’s crotch as he sits beside him. He knew that Haidar had a nice piece, and can feel it getting even meatier in his hand. He can see it snaking its way down the middle eastern man’s right leg, at the same time, that his quads and hamstrings begin to expand. Avery is now totally enamored as he watches his lover-to-be transform into the beautiful hulk he was always meant to become. “Holy fucking god Darmo. This is what dreams are made of.” Haidar can no longer speak as he lets the growth overtake his senses. His pant seams rip open quickly, revealing thick, veiny, pumped, lightly furry, tree trunks of raw power. His cock makes an appearance out the right side, pumped, uncut, dripping precum down his mammoth quads. Avery rubs it just slightly, knowing that his partner probably won’t focus too much on it. He notices that Haidar is outgrowing his shoes now, as his feet and toes, tear themselves free from his socks and the leather from his dress shoes. He is gradually getting taller, as Haidar grunts feeling his spinal vertebrae getting longer. This is when his shirt begins to suffer the most damage. His back is now swelling to the point that his jacket begins to rip open from the sides. Avery grins as he leans in to feel his partner’s pectorals start their ascent into godlike proportions. The top two buttons he undid earlier on Haidar’s shirt is enough to reveal the thick, vascular, engorged beauties that are ready to reveal their darkly furry, bronze-colored, envious power. Vincent puts his hands on them, feeling them struggle against the buttons for a few seconds before they blast them everywhere as they cascade across the room. Haidar is breathing heavy now, his colossal, swelling, sweaty, extremely masculine chest, exposes itself to his partner. The fur that was covering his lean torso is now noticeably thicker and lies perfectly on top of two perfectly formed balloons of aesthetic beauty. The soldier runs his fingers along the Arab’s nicely-shaped areolas, aroused and pointing directly in front of the growing beast. Two buttons at the bottom of his shirt are all that remains intact, but his abdominal cavity presses firmly against them. Avery continues to pet Haidar’s chest, rubbing his hands through the black fur and feeling the raging power passing through his middle eastern partner’s thickening six-pack. The width of his lats and abdominals are too much for his dinner jacket as they rip the seams open along the sides and continue expanding. Avery tears his partner’s tops completely off and starts to explore his beautiful lover’s upper body. He runs his hands around to Haidar’s back and feels his delts twitching as they continue to expand. He can see that the Iraqi’s face has changed ever so slightly, looking even manlier than before. His neck muscles flex as it thickens to nearly twice its size. He has developed an even thicker beard than before the transformation. His eyes finally lock onto Avery’s, the golden sheen stronger than ever. He is no longer pained. He motions for the soldier to let him stand up. His ass is so huge that it has started to rip its way out of its confines. He turns around and smiles at Avery as he reaches down to tear his dress pants off of his bloated lower body. His cock and balls are free for the first time in Vincent’s view. He is stunned by how beautiful his Iraqi partner has become. He flips his destroyed shoes off his feet and into the nearby wall, leaving a few dents in it. It is clear that Haidar is a bit more confident than he used to be, but is he still the same man mentally? “Darmo, are you still in there? I want you so much right now, but I am wondering if you are still the same fascinating man, I met a couple of years ago.” Avery is quite turned on, but hopes that nobody will call the authorities over what Haidar just did. The Arabian beast roars in delight as he starts flexing and posing in front of his partner. He is dripping precum all over the floor. Avery wants to touch him, but the bronze beast smiles and says no to him a few times. “Yes...Avery...I am still here. *Realizes that he can speak English well now* OHH, that has changed too. *His voice is noticeably lower* Wow, I wasn’t expecting that either. *Looks at his arms and lifts them up to flex his biceps into massive grapefruits* Oh my god, they look so amazing.” He strains, making his triceps as big as they can possibly get. His pits deep as caverns with a plentiful forest of blackened fur tucked inside them. Vincent gets up off the bed and sniffs both of them, taking in the extraordinary aroma of testosterone being wafted into his face. He promptly puts his hands and arms around his partner’s back, barely even able to get halfway past his flaring lats. Haidar is clearly letting him do whatever he wants at this point. Avery starts to lick and nibble on the Arabian beast’s pits, spending several minutes just taking in his partner’s scent. It is enough to make him lose control of his cum load, as it rolls down his left pants leg. Haidar can smell his lover’s cum and it is making him extremely horny. His cock throbs wildly as he reaches down to start stroking it. “Wait Darmo, let me help you down there. *Gets down on his knees to take in Haidar’s gorgeous, furry package* Damn, so beautiful.” The beast’s cockhead is exposed from its huge veiny sheath, slowly pumping precum down his shaft. His huge ballsac flexes with each second that passes. Avery kisses his cockhead and starts to massage it with his tongue, making it long for release. It is clear that Haidar wants to feed him badly. Vincent wants to take in his partner’s other massive muscles down there as well. “Flex your quads for me beautiful. I want to see them swell in front of me.” The Iraqi beast immediately does so, each one of them flaring thicker, wider, and touching each other, pushing his thick ballsac close to Avery’s face. The soldier smothers his face in Haidar’s dangling balls, smelling the hormones emanating from them and kissing his partner’s furry legs. He is feeling the Arabian’s engorged calves as they flex and swell in his hands. “Vincent, I have waited so long to be with you. For you to want me in this way, well...I know that this was not what I was expecting, but I now know that we both deserve this.” Avery continues to work on Haidar’s beautiful 13-inch rod, making him sigh and moan, working it to the point that Haidar nearly flexes his entire body. The sweat pouring profusely down the Arabian beast’s hulking bronze frame, making it look like he has just stepped out of a shower, the fur completely wet and glued to his beastly muscles. It is one of the sexiest sights Avery has ever seen in his life. He wants to explore his lover’s chest, but also wants to drain him as well. “I can’t wait any longer for your cum, beautiful. Coat me or feed me, I don’t care!” He starts slowly stroking the beast, sucking it on occasion, making him buck in rhythm to his own. Within minutes, he will get his reward, as the Arabian’s cock hole parts to deliver a nice helping of thick, nourishing cream, which Avery happily drinks slowly, moaning as it flows down into his stomach. Incredibly, the eager soldier can gulp most of it down, letting some of it even roll down his face and onto his completely drenched uniform jacket and shirt. Haidar rubs his lover’s face lovingly with his huge veiny hands as he gets his cock worshipped. “I think I might love you, Avery. Everything that is happening with us at this moment feels like it is destiny.” After finishing his cum meal, Vincent pulls his partner’s cock out of his mouth, and lets it retreat back into its hiding place. He then gets back onto the bed and wants his middle-eastern lover to come join him. “Mmm...*rubs some of the cum off of his lips and face* Come over here beautiful so I can worship some more of your gorgeous body.” Haidar wastes no time and climbs in between Avery’s legs. He reaches down and starts to pull up on the soldier’s pants, gripping them, making his forearms, biceps, and triceps, swell and twitch, flexing and making them bigger. Vincent hears the seams ripping as the muscular behemoth starts uncovering his lover’s body. He has never once seen what soldier’s entire body looked like and is eager to see what he has been missing. He succeeds at uncovering Avery’s nicely-muscled lower half and smiles as he wraps his powerful arms around each leg, raising them to arch Vincent’s back and ass up into the air. How did Haidar know he was wearing a jock? His asshole is throbbing, which gets the attention of the Iraqi instantly. His cock swells again, which makes Avery’s breathing intensify. His cock, which has already stained his jock more than once, is begging to be freed. “Do you want me to ease your suffering, my hunky nurse? I have wanted to be inside you for so...long...hehe...” He tears Avery’s jock off, which makes him gasp loudly, and slowly pushes his way inside the incredibly horny white man. He then gradually arches his massive frame over Vincent’s-soaked uniform and shirt and proceeds to do the same to it that he did with the soldier’s pants, grabbing it from the sides and pulls onit from both ends, hearing the fabric ripping and tearing. He is slowing fucking Avery at the same time, distracting him. His jacket and shirt are torn open within just a few seconds, revealing the sexy soldier’s nicely muscled torso. Haidar moans, dripping his sweat and musk all over Vincent’s chest, as he leans down to rub his immense pecs and abs on top of his partner’s own. There was once a height difference, but that is all gone now. It appears that the Iraqi man gained about three inches in height, which probably prompted an additional 50-60 pounds of densely packed muscle to be added to his frame. He is considerably bigger in size than Avery is, but knows how to manage from hurting his lover. His white partner is having trouble focusing on any individual area now. “Fuck me Darmo...I have never wanted to be a bottom this much in my entire life. I just want you to smother me in your beautiful, beastly, brawn. FFUUCCKK!!” The Arabian laughs as he pushes his partner’s face into his pecs, letting him explore them, as they flex and bounce. He can feel himself about to cum as he attempts to reach for the Iraqi beast’s bloated glutes to feel them pound him; however, it appears that Haidar has been wanting a taste of his white partner’s seed as well. The cum starts to flow out of Avery’s cock when the middle eastern bodybuilder tries to lap up the river on his partner’s muscled chest. The taste excites him as he pulls out of the soldier to enjoy the rest of the meal. He swallows Vincent’s 8-incher and massages it slowly with his powerful mouth and throat, his neck thick and veiny, gulping loudly, letting the cum coat his insides. He sighs, loving every second of it. He holds Avery against him, rubbing his back, and flexing his enormous 23” pythons. “Ohh fuck yes...it feels so good when you do that, Darmo. I submit to you. You can have my seed anytime you want.” “I intend to taste you whenever I can, Vincent. You make me feel things that I have only dreamed about for years.” After getting every last drop out of Avery’s cock, he slides himself back inside his partner’s waiting hole and starts pounding him again. Between Haidar’s grunting and the soldier’s long-winded moans, they have attracted some seemingly unwanted attention. There is a knock on their hotel door, which promptly gets a response from the massively-built, sweaty, Arabian. “Don’t worry hunky soldier, I will take care of this.” He pulls out of Avery and proceeds towards the door. Vincent tries to stop him first though. “WAIT! Don’t do anything drastic, beautiful. I have had a good standing with this hotel.” Haidar turns to smile at his lover, his eyes gleaming, and his cum-soaked beard glistening, as he lumbers towards the door. “Come here then Avery. We don’t have anything to worry about, do we?” “Uhh...well...I don’t know.” The Arabian peeps through the eyehole and notices that there are two hugely muscled officers on the other side of it. He grins. He then lets Vincent take a look through it. The soldier is not sure what to think, but Haidar wants to try something. “You are a lot different now, Darmo. You didn’t seem like the type that would do something like this before the transformation.” “I know...something has changed inside my head. The gem apparently has freed up my inhibitions. I can sense something interesting about one of them from this side of the door.” The two officers knock again and start demanding that they open the door. Haidar obliges. The two men are not impressed, at first, when they enter and see the two lovers completely naked. They want them to cover up. “Both of you, put your pants on right now!” Avery can’t seem to find a pair to put on, so he finds a towel and wraps it around his waist. Haidar declines and remains nude, sweat still dripping off the black fur on his body, which finally does get the attention of one of the officers. He notices one of them is standing really close to the door. They are not holding their weapons since this wasn’t supposed to be that type of phone call. The one further inside the room is the one talking the most. “We got a call from numerous people at this hotel about the noise you two are making. We just want you to keep it down...*is the one studying Haidar’s body* Damn, you must work out three times a day to look like that, beast man. What the hell is your secret?” The Iraqi smiles at Avery, who smiles back. “I just take the right vitamins, I guess. Could you believe it only took me a few weeks to look like this?” The officer changes his tone with them, and laughs. “Well...you do look insane. I mean...I am trying to get big myself. *Flexes his guns, which strains his sleeves to their limits* I mean...you know...” The other officer rolls his eyes and proceeds to open the door to the room. “God damnit Rupert...we have a job to do. Stop fucking around with these guys. Just issue the warning so we can get out of here.” Rupert turns to look at him and says, “Ray...I will see you in a bit. I think I want to talk to these guys a little bit longer.” After uttering, “whatever”, Ray gives up and leaves down the hall. Rupert is now more inclined to interact with the both of them. He smiles as he unhooks his belt and drops it on the ground. He then starts posing in his uniform, flexing and bouncing his pecs, which can both be seen beneath the tight fabric. “I think maybe the two of you could give me a few pointers. I mean...you both look like you know what you are doing...” Avery does find the officer to be pretty sexy. The man knows how to wear a uniform, leaving very little to the imagination. His shorts are practically glued to his glutes and quads, his veiny calves do impress them both as well. The Arab wants to play with him, but Vincent motions for him to not get too antsy. “So, we are good, officer?” “Oh yes, we are definitely good here. *Unbuttons his jacket and takes it off. His undershirt is tight against his chest. His huge nipples protrude and are very hard. He is mesmerized by Haidar’s massiveness* I want to do a posedown with Big Ramy here. He is one of the most astounding looking bodybuilders I have ever seen.” Haidar begins flexing his biceps as officer Rupert joins him. He tries to pull his shirt off and struggles. The bulging Arabian helps him out by yanking it over his head. The shirt is thrown to the side as his thick upper body is exposed. He promptly flares his lats outward, wanting Haidar to do the same with him. The two men start doing a lot more posing, as the officer helps Haidar learn how to do it correctly. Avery lays on the drenched bed and takes in the sights in front of him. He is thoroughly enjoying it, rubbing himself. This man has a thick build, not ripped, but incredibly bulky, but in an extraordinarily good way. His mixed ancestry of African-American and Asian-American is seemingly a great combination in this instance. After a few minutes of fooling around and measuring each other up, Rupert takes his shorts off and shows the two lovers that he is wearing a pair of briefs that are tight against his well-built quads. Him and Haidar then start to flex their quads and calves, trying to outdo each other, while Vincent continues to stroke his cock, and moan watching this transpire. Rupert is getting quite turned on himself, judging by the meaty tool that is pulsing against his thick waist. He knows what he wants next. “So...*reaches over to start rubbing the Arabian’s thick tool* You studs want someone else to play with? I am totally game for whatever you want to do with me. Both of you are pretty great, and I think this little incident tonight can be completely forgotten with just a little more fun involved.” Without saying anything else, Avery jumps up and rushes over to join the two beasts as a threesome ensues. The officer turns to ask permission from the Iraqi beast if he can explore Avery. “I don’t see a problem at all. What about you, Vincent?” “As long as you are okay with it, then I am as well, beautiful.” They smile at each other as Rupert gleefully picks up the soldier in his huge arms and squeezes him. His briefs are promptly yanked off his body by Haidar. Vincent moans softly as Haidar gets behind the man and slaps his rod on his huge beefy ass. The man moans loudly, as the Arab leans in to kiss Avery on the lips. It sets the three men off. It doesn’t take long before Rupert plugs Haidar inside him and demands to be manhandled by the two of them. They eventually end up on the floor of the hotel room as Rupert explores Vincent’s body with his mouth and hands as Haidar lays on top of the officer, humping the man’s eager hole, sending him into waves of ecstasy. Haidar eventually pulls his beast out of the man when he feels himself getting ready to cum. The man moans feeling the massive middle eastern monster shower his thick back in his Arabian flood. The man then wants to see Avery cum next, as he moves down to work on the soldier’s cock. He gets his reward a few minutes later as Rupert gets his clean-shaven, broadly masculine face coated in Vincent’s cum. He slaps Avery’s cock on his face and smiles as he compliments him. The man then tells them that he wants to cum on both of their chests because he finds them both insanely hot, and it is something that enjoys. They oblige by getting on their knees while he stands over them. After just a little bit of effort, Rupert explodes onto their pectorals, covering them in his boys. He is absolutely spent. “Fuck...you are both amazing. *Realizes how much time has passed* Well...I need to get cleaned up and back to the office. Let me leave my number with both of you. We have to meet up again sometime. You are the hottest couple I have ever had time spending with. My full name is Rupert Tomlinson in case you both wanted to know.” After showering, the man quickly dresses and hands them his number. He is out the door. Avery and Haidar are spent themselves and decide to just go lay down on the bed again. They take the linens off and throw them onto the floor beside them. The Iraqi beast lays on the bed first, while the soldier lays on top of him, cradling his huge pecs and rubbing his fingers through the Arab’s thick furry six-pack. They are quite fond of each other now. “I think I love you, Avery. *Kisses the soldier* Do you think marriage is on the horizon?” Vincent seems surprised. “Well, we shouldn’t rush it, but yeah, I do think it is possible.” They both realize that what they did with Rupert was quite spontaneous, but it didn’t change anything about the way they feel for each other. They know that moving forward, they will both be quite inseparable because of a gem that has implanted itself into an unsuspecting, surprisingly willing, muscle lusting, Arab man whose love for another, prompted a life-changing transformation, in more ways than one. Haidar properly asked Avery to marry him in a surprise gathering that was set up by the people he works with at the museum. (Yes, they were incredibly shocked to see what he looked like when he showed up to work the next week, after taking a few days off to find a new wardrobe.) The soldier cried when the Iraqi beast put the commitment ring on his finger after getting on one knee. They both kissed for a full minute, prompting a few awes from the people at the gathering. Speaking of the museum, Haidar no longer felt like he needed to be the curator there anymore after he was offered a considerable bodybuilding contract from a prominent company. His endorsements went through the roof once he started doing shows, not necessarily to win them, but to simply show up and do routines. He was quite influential. Gay bodybuilders were no longer shunned as much due to Haidar’s charming personality and humbleness with many in the industry. He became a major sex symbol as well with the gay community. He was not afraid to pose nude for the fitness and muscle magazines, although the homophobes were not keen on what he was doing. These ‘special’ issues were done annually, and they normally sold out. He did not use his real name during his bodybuilding career either. He went by Hussein Moheida. As for Avery, he retired from the military after a few years. It was something that he promised Haidar from the moment they got engaged. He always tried to attend his partner’s events when he could in the beginning, but it wasn’t easy. Haidar understood. Once Avery was done with his military career, he also entered the bodybuilding industry. He would end up gaining an additional 40 pounds of muscle, and become a thick, beautiful, beast like his husband-to-be, but it required more work for him to achieve. Haidar was a big contributor to Avery’s rapid ascent to beasthood. He had access to a plethora of hormones that he could supply to his partner, which led to some shocking comparisons that were just months apart. Avery, who also used a different name, now known as Gregory Noland, was an up-and-coming bodybuilder. Just like with his husband-to-be, he was an influential gay bodybuilder, especially for hard gainers. He would become the spokesperson for a new supplement that would promise big gains in a short amount of time. It was the secret cocktail that he used to get big in a matter of months. Haidar, who was gifted his body, would use the cocktail to maintain his size, which seemed to work perfectly. The supplement would eventually become the most popular one on the market, setting records after just a few months. Guys were achieving gains in about half the time that it used to take them in previous cycles. Haidar and Avery’s wedding ceremony was a MASSIVE one. The two beasts had several of bodybuilding’s biggest names attend, even if they weren’t totally on board with two men marrying. The two behemoths had garnered such strong reputations, and provided such tremendous benefits to the industry, that some of the other huge beasts let it slide. They managed to keep from tearing each other’s clothes off until after the ceremony was over. Rupert became one of their closest friends after that night at the hotel. He would spend a few more nights with the two beasts before their engagement, just for kicks. Avery introduced the officer to one of his former buddies in the military, who was also a huge, hulking brute as well. It turned out that they were a perfect match. Rupert would become committed to the man after dating for nearly a year. Ironically, his partner-in-life, would become his partner on the police force, after Raymond, his previous partner, quit due to a scandal involving prostitutes, illegal drugs, and their connections to famous bodybuilders.
  2. MuscDaddyWes

    The Artifact Pt 1: The Hike

    Hello all. I stopped writing for many years just due to work and life being so hectic. However, recently I have wanted to get into writing again and what better way than through my kinks and love of growth and muscle. This is mostly set up for the story to come and introducing the main character and some reoccurring ones. I do want to warn readers that eventually this story will include some themes not everyone loves including: hyper, macro, straight to gay, and raunch (piss play, gas, sweat, musk, etc). I know that stuff isn't for everyone but I love it and want to let everyone know that eventually it will come into play. Without further ado here is chapter one of what I hope to turns out to be a long saga. ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* The Artifact Chapter 1: The Hike “Ready to head out man,” Chris asked, patting Enzo on the back as he pulled his hiking bag over his shoulder. Chris, Malik, and Enzo had planned this trip for a while and after almost a year of trying to coordinate time off from their jobs. Ideally they would want to hike the entire Appalachian Trail but the tragic lack of time off allotted to people in the United States prevented that. They selected a part of the trail that would take them a week to get through if they made sure to stay on schedule with a little bit of time to enjoy themselves occasionally. Enzo hefted on his heavy bag and his broad shoulders buckled slightly under the weight of all the gear before he righted himself again. “Yeah ready as I’ll ever be I guess,” it was all of them their first time on a longer hike and although they had done a ton of research before then Enzo still wondered if he had packed enough for the trip. He heard the flush of the toilet from his tiny studio apartment and saw Malik emerge from the restroom zipping up his jeans. “Last day of privacy for a few days,” Enzo chuckled. “Yeah just try to resist grabbing my cock,” Malik laughed and grabbed his crotch. Chris, Malik, and Enzo had been friends since middle school and went to the same college and even shared an apartment together while there. Their senior year of high school Enzo had come out to them as gay, though he was scared they both accepted him but always gave him shit about it as well, but it was playful and he didn’t mind. “Well we leaving or what, I want to get there by sunrise,” they all poured themselves one more thermos of coffee before loading their bags in the car and driving to the starting point. It wasn’t a long drive but the small slivers of light emerging above the horizon and the cold air made them all sleepy. Coffee and the excitement of the trip kept them awake and chatting, conversations a mix of excitement along with a tinge of worry here and there and going through checklists in their own heads. “Well we made it,” Chris said, pulling his truck into a parking lot, though this lot was mostly trees and gravel. The wheels bumbled along off the paved road and they stopped at the small visitors cabin at the front of the lot. Before even getting out of the car a ranger came out of the small cabin and approached the truck. A few other cars were parked there, other hikers, but they were the only ones arriving now. “Morning gentlemen,” the portly ranger greeted as he approached the truck. He was short and his beer gut definitely stretched the uniform but he was handsome and in good spirits. “Looking at a day hike or will you all be out for a while?” Chris talked with him a bit, Malik and Enzo chiming in occasionally. They handed over their drivers licenses for the ranger to input into the paperwork, protocol for a long trip here in case anything were to happen. He went over general rules making sure to emphasize the idea of “No Trace Left Behind”. The men agreed and signed the paperwork and began to unload the truck and bundle up as the biting air began to break up a bit more with the slow rise of the sun. Their shadows stretched along the front of the trail and Enzo stretched, the jacket pulling up slightly to reveal his tan hairy stomach. “Well let’s do this,” he said, taking the first tentative steps on their adventure amongst the trees and mountains of Appalachia. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Fuck I guess I am more out of shape than I thought,” Chris laughed taking a swig from his water bottle and leaning over to tie his shoes. Chris was the most athletic of the group and his dirty blonde slicked backed hair was tousled from the hood of his coat. His broad shoulders and heavy chest looked even bigger in the bundled up mess of fabric. Enzo couldn’t help but take a peek at his large ass when he bent over, something he did often and he was sure Chris knew. “Whatever gym rat,” Malik laughed and laid his pack down, “any more time in the gym and I don’t think you would be able to fit into hiking gear.” The men all sat around for a few more minutes shooting the shit before backing back up and continuing. Enzo’s feet were sore and his hiking boots almost felt smaller by the end of the day as his feet had swelled from all the walking and climbing. “I think we should stop and make camp,” the sun had begun to set and darkness began to slowly creep in around them. The other men agreed and they quickly scouted out the flattest area they could. Malik prepared a fire as Chris and Enzo set up the tent, just barely big enough for the three of them but it would do for sleeping. The sun eventually set the rest of the way and the lanterns provided a modicum of light until Malik finished the fire and the men sat around. Enzo prepped a can of beans, some jerky, and a meal replacement bar. They had tried to pack light food but enough that three grown men could feel full on. “Dig in boys, five star meal right here,” serving it up on light plastic plates and cutlery they ate and looked up at the sky. The stars began to twinkle into view one by one and the trees swayed making them move in and out of view occasionally. “Don’t get that in the city,” Malik said, a bit awe struck at the sight. “Sure as hell don’t,” Chris retorted, equally mesmerized by the sight of all the stars. They laid around the fire for another two hours, talking about work and how good it was to get away. Enzo pulled off his boots and let out a sigh of relief as his swollen feet were able to breathe and relax for a moment. “Better leave those boots out here, they fucking stink dude.” The men cleaned up camp, tied their bags, boots, and food up in a tree and retired to the tent. Stripping down to their underwear Enzo took a quick glance. Malik wasn’t hiding anything and was obviously the most hung of the group, his underwear, even though black, left nothing to the imagination of the thick member that was contained within. Chris and Enzo were average, nothing to run to the press for but also sizable enough to enjoy themselves. “Night men,” Malik said, getting into his sleeping bag, “gotta be ready to go again tomorrow.” The strenuous hike of the day settled into their muscles and bones as they laid in their sleeping bags and it wasn’t long before all three were asleep, the sounds of the forest echoing around them outside the tent like a lullaby. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enzo tossed in his sleep as he dreamt. The forest surrounding them came into view in his sleep. “Enzo,” a voice whispered in his ear. It was a deep manly voice but it carried to him as if floating, ethereal. “Enzo,” it came again and his head whipped around the forest blurring in a haze as he did. “Here,” the growl came again this time directly in front of him. A large rock jutted from the ground, covered in moss and foliage. A small clump of tiny flowers grew from one of the dirt filled cracks in the rocks and a large tree grew next to it. He followed the trunk of the tree and one of the thick roots seemed to be pushing through the rock. “Here,” the voice came again. His eyes followed the root and he took a step closer. The ground shook for a moment and he stumbled back falling. He looked down at himself and noticed now he was naked. His tan skin and jet black body hair that had coated his body since middle school now exposed to the elements. Where are my clothes, he thought to himself. His muscles shone with sweat even in the chill of the air, and his cock and balls hung between his thighs. His cock was thick and his balls heavy and large. Something he was self conscious about as a kid though now as an adult didn’t mind. His nipples, slightly darker than his skin, were rock hard in the exposed nature and his chest beat sporadically with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The ground shook again, “Here,” the voice said slightly louder. Enzo looked up to see the rock now split more and a hole, big enough for him to fit through, opened up into the ground. Standing up he took a few apprehensive steps before looking down into the darkness. “Here,” The growl came again from the hole. Leaning down he began to slide down into it feet first. He was worried it was going to be a large drop before his feet eventually hit the ground. It was cold, more stone. Though it felt smooth as if it was crafted by humans and not nature. A wind came from within the cave and blew across his naked body. “Here,” the voice said once more and he could now see a light at the end of the darkness. He took another step forward and fell, Enzo cried out and then, awake. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Light glowed around the fabric of the tent as Enzo opened his eyes, his crotch felt wet and he reached down to see. A wet dream? He hadn’t had one of those since high school. What had he dreamed about? He couldn’t remember but it must have been good. “Morning sleeping beauty,” Malik said, poking his head in the tent, his under shirt, pants, and boots already on. He held a toothbrush in one hand and the toothpaste surrounding his mouth. “Get up and get ready, we need to head out soon. We are going to head to the creek we saw online by the end of the day then spend a day there.” Enzo stood up and got out of bed quickly hiding his cum stained underwear from view. After getting cleaned up and dressed he helped the other men take down camp, clean, and pack, making sure to leave the area as natural as they found it other than the ash from their fire. He was sure that was against the rules but also enjoyed the fire the night before. The men continued on hiking up the mountain, across a small valley, and onto the next mountain. The day was a bit easier than the first as they had somewhat gotten used to the terrain and their bodies were better at letting them know when to break. Enzo tried, and failed, to remember his dream from the night before. What had been so good that he jizzed his pants in the night. He hoped the other boys didn’t notice and that he didn’t make any noise or indication of him cumming in the night. However, if they did they didn’t say anything, he was sure they were too tired to wake up anyway in the event he did get rowdy in his sleep. They continued a few more hours and had about two hours till sunset would begin. “Here,” Enzo heard and turned. “What did you say,” he asked Chris behind him. Chris looked up gripping his hiking stick, “I didn’t say anything man.” Enzo just turned back around and continued for about twenty more minutes before the sound of gurgling water could be heard at the stream. “Made it,” Malik said, looking at the map and then through the trees. “Just over this hill and...there,'' Malik pointed to a small stream running through the trees at the bottom of a short hill. The water was clear and slowing through the rocks and trees of the forest. “And a perfect place to set up camp,” Chris pointed to a fairly flat tree free area just beyond the stream. The boys set up camp again, the sun still an hour and a half from setting. They got a fire ready to go for when it got dark. “So we are going to stay here all day tomorrow right,” Enzo asked as he glanced around this scenic area of the forest. “That’s the plan,” Malik said, pulling off his shoes. And sitting on a rock near the stream and soaking his feet. The boys spent the rest of the evening around the fire again, eating a makeshift meal, and finally retiring to the tent. The sounds of the stream and the woods lulling them to sleep. “Here...here….here,” the voice played in Enzo’s ear as he slept. The strange dream came again as he moaned in his sleep, his cock rock hard and once again soaking his underwear in cum. This time Malik had awoken and looked over to see Enzo in bed tossing a bit and moaning, his sleeping bag tented with his hard cock. He was about to say something until he noticed he was asleep. It was early and Malik had his own morning wood, “Might as well enjoy myself too,” he whispered, stroking his thick shaft under his own sleeping bag and thinking of his girlfriend back home. He covered the inside of his sleeping bag in his own cum before falling back to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning the men got ready but left their packs and all the heavy equipment tied up in the trees at camp. Chris had decided to stay near camp and just do some drawing, he had always been decent at sketching and brought his pack of pencils and a sketchbook with him. Enzo had seen him sketch two other times on the trip but not as much as he expected, not that they had really had time either. Malik and Enzo stepped away from camp and wandered for a bit taking in the sights of the forest. There was supposed to be an open valley area not too far away. “Have any good dreams last night,” Malik asked a bit jokingly and curiously. Enzo paused for a moment unable to remember his dream once again, but remembering it was another wet dream, had Malik noticed this time? “Honestly nothing I can remember,” he stammered. “You sure?” He was honest but he knew Malik had for sure noticed him get off in his sleep, “Honestly man nothing I can remember. It’s weird because I usually remember my dreams.” “Well it must have been good,” Malik smirked and shoulder checked Enzo. He didn’t directly say he noticed Enzo’s...predicament but they shared a mutual understanding. Malik stopped prying and they began to talk about work. Malik was a software engineer and worked from home, he made bank and Enzo and Chris knew it. Not that Enzo didn’t make decent money but it was from the discomfort of a cubicle, he was a city planner for a small town and it didn’t make much but the benefits were decent and he liked that he kept his work at work and didn't have to take it home. “Here,” the deep voice came from the woods again and Enzo glanced around. “Did you hear that,” he asked Malik. “No I didn’t hear anything...well just the stream and the usual sounds of the woods.” Enzo paused for a moment and looked in the direction he heard the voice. It was coming from the other side of the stream to the west. “I’m gonna go take a look over there.” Malik followed Enzo’s gaze and nothing special stood out to him. “Sounds good man I’m gonna head over to the valley area just meet me there after. Don’t lose that,” Malik grinned and pointed to Enzo’s compass. Enzo parted ways and took a small leap over the stream. He moved in the direction he heard the voice. Maybe he was just hearing things. He followed along for a bit dodging under branches until the sound of the stream was gone. He glanced behind his shoulder for a moment unable to see where he had started. “Here,” it came again he was sure it was a voice. “Hello,” Enzo called out stupidly before continuning forward. Then he saw it, it looked so familiar but he couldn’t recall why. A large boulder, small white flowers, the large tree, and the thick root. “Here,” it sounded slightly louder. Enzo glanced in the direction of the voice and saw it, the hole at the base of the rock and the tree. The rock had been cracked by the root. Enzo approached and glanced inside, unable to see anything. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight and looked in. It wasn’t too deep, he could for sure see the bottom, it was flat stone, unnaturally flat, and it extended down a ways but he couldn’t see much from up above. “Is someone down there,” Enzo called out. No one answered, his voice didn’t even echo. He lowered himself down into the hole against his better judgment. The opening was only about 4 feet tall that extended further in and he had to lean over from his six foot height to see down it. His weak phone flashlight didn’t extend far and he couldn’t see the end though he noticed the smooth flat stone continued onward. “Hello,” he called again. Nothing. He took a step forward and a slight wind blew against his face, coming from inside…”there must be an opening at the other end.” he whispered to himself before glancing again and then seeing a small light deep down the tunnel. It has to be an opening, he thought. Slowly, hunched over, he continued down the tunnel, his cell phone light looking to the ground, then he noticed the walls and even the ceiling began to be covered in the same smooth stone. The light at the end was getting slightly brighter and he noticed there were multiple. They were flickering…. The ceiling gradually got taller, or the floor was sloping down he couldn’t tell. Then more things came into view, the lights at the end got brighter and he turned off his flashlight. “Torches,” he questioned to himself, now able to see two torches flanking a wider opening to what appeared to be a room. He got to the opening and saw inside, it opened to a large stone chamber, and indeed it was lit with torches, but who lit them, and who uses torches anymore? All these questions swam through his mind and more as he scanned the room. The walls were the same stone with strange writing on them. It didn't look like any language he was familiar with. Roots and vines hung from the ceiling having worked their way through the stone over time. Most strange of all however was at the center of this chamber. A stone dais led up with a small staircase to a pedestal at its center. Sitting on the pedestal was a small rock. Stone? Gem? Enzo wasn’t sure at this distance. Carefully Enzo took a few more steps forward glancing from the walls to the dais, then back to the walls, then back to the dais trying to take it all in. More wind blew in his face and he looked, the source was the dais but he couldn’t see any holes or openings where it would be coming from. Strange symbols surrounded the pedestal, slightly different than the language scrolled on the walls. As he got closer the rock became a tad more recognizable. Small flecks glowed slightly in the flickering torchlight, a strange brown and silver sheen emanating off it. Divots and groves worked their way into the stone. A meteorite. He knew what they looked like because one of his professors in college had one in their office. But this one was different, it wasn’t oddly shaped like the other, rather it was almost a perfect sphere. Enzo was so concerned looking at this stone he didn’t notice the air change as he stepped onto the dais. The hairs all over his body standing on end, the air growing warm and gentle, any soreness from his body leaving him. The meteorite was roughly the size of a soccer ball and almost perfectly spherical if not for divots and crevices that etched their way into the outside. Enzo was oddly drawn to it. It was like some Indiana Jones movie, only here he was. Other people had to have known about this right? Maybe it was an old movie set? But then who lit the torches? Enzo leaned a bit closer to examine before standing up and reaching for it. His hand outstretched, arm slightly trembling with both worry and excitement. He grabbed the meteorite. Instantly it was like his hand fused with the stone, he tried to pull away and groaned as a throbbing shock flooded his body, his muscles contracted and he let out a yelp of pain. “Oh fuck fuck,” he yelled out still trying to pull away. His other hand grabbed the meteorite and lifted it up now both of them fused to the stone. A strange green and blue light began to pour from the stone and a wind whipped up around him. The light was like tendrils stretching out, it wrapped around both of his arms and snaked through his clothes. A few of them worked their way to his face while the others to his crotch and ass. Then in an instant he felt it and was blinded. His years, eyes, nose, mouth, cock, and ass were stretched at their openings as this light was almost material and flooded into him. He thought it would hurt but it felt good, instinctively Enzo moaned and bucked the orb still fused to his hands, vibrating. Sweat soaked his clothes as his cock hardened in his pants, drool streamed from the sides of his mouth and his eyes watered. The last of the energy flooded into him before he could see again for a moment the stone now gone. He didn’t have long to think about what happened before he passed out on the cold stone.
  3. Hello everyone. Just put the finishing touches on Part 1 of my latest story: the prologue is here if you need to get caught up. Hope you enjoy, and as always all constructive criticism is welcome. “Hey Xavier; thanks again for agreeing to help me out with the alpha testing of our new device!” I re-read the message from my old high school friend Rachel as I stepped into my garage to begin my workout. It’d been almost a decade since we last saw each other in person when she left for one of the top 50 colleges in the country while I’d attended a nearby community college. We kept in touch with each other throughout the years, but while I stayed pretty stagnant after graduating at my crappy retail job, she always seemed to be moving on to a new company or institution. Still, even I was a little surprised when she informed me of her most recent venture; starting her own indie video game studio. “We’re developing more traditional games, but to help with funding we’re partnering with the exercise machine company BigFlex. They’re looking to bring together gaming and exercise to make the former more productive and latter less boring, so they asked us to develop a game for their latest line of products. The tentative name is Magic Mirror.” Pretty apt name, considering it looked just like a massive gold trimmed mirror with a treadmill in front of it to me. It certainly hadn’t taken long for the delivery guy to set up; he came just as I got home from work, and by the time I let him into the garage and changed out of my work clothes he was already packing up to go. I admit I was a little worried that he must have forgotten something, but reading through the paperwork that came with it confirmed that this was it; just a treadmill and the mirror where I assumed all the hardware must have been. “Well, it IS in alpha. Still, I never seen a treadmill without siderails or any kind of display…though I guess all that will be on the mirror?...” Ah well; no point in worrying in about. It’s not like Rachel would send me something potentially dangerous, right? I quickly slipped my phone into the armband case, getting a brief glance of myself in the mirror before I stepped onto the treadmill. I thought I was a pretty good looking guy for the most part; nice soft brown hair, blue eyes, and just a little bit of a gut. I honestly wanted to build a bit of muscle first so I’d have an easier time with getting rid of that gut later so I didn’t look like every other out of shape white guy in America, but there was no way I was gonna pass out on an opportunity to help my friend and try out some new tech at the same time. Rachel’s message said I just had to step on the treadmill and it’ll-whoa! Yup, it’s starting on its own alright. A few seconds of jogging in, two points of light appeared on either side of the mirror and began to trace around the edges until the entire mirror emanated a soft glow. The pace of the treadmill started to pick up a little as the words, “Welcome To Terra” appeared in gold letters across the mirror before a flash of light replaced it with a very lush, lively looking forest. Damn, the graphics on this thing are amazing! As for what happened next… it all happened so fast, but just as the treadmill hit a new speed and I moved to catch up, there was a horrible grinding sound coming from below me. The treadmill went from me almost needing to run to keep up to a dead stop in an instant. My forward momentum didn’t stop, and without anything in front of me I headed right for and ultimately through the Mirror. “…And that’s how I ended up here. I must have tripped on the edge of the mirror as I came through, and by the time I got to my feet the portal I came through was gone. That’s about when you ran into me, and the rest you know.” “Wow; that’s quite the crazy story. Kind of hard to believe, really.” Asura, the woman with canine ears and a tail sitting across from me crossed her arms as she pondered my story. “I know, I know, but I swear it’s tr-“ “I mean, a pathway that moves on its own? Who would come up with such a thing?” …Wait, it’s the concept of a treadmill that’s making her question my story? “Still, it doesn’t seem like you’re lying either. I mean, you’re a male in our world; clearly something extraordinary must have happened to have bought you here.” She motioned toward the now tar covered towel sitting on the table between us. “And you’re immune to The Blight on top of it.” “Yeah; I’m sorry, but that’s the part I’m having trouble believing. Males just… don’t exist in this world? You seem to be familiar with the concept of them so they obviously existed at one point, but they’re all just… gone?” My head started to hurt as I tried to imagine how such a thing could’ve happened. “How?...” “We don’t know. At least, I don’t know what’s the truth and what’s fiction. They were gone by the time I was born, and by the time I was old enough to understand there seemed to be a hundred different stories. Some say it was divine punishment from the gods for their hubris that wiped them out. Some think us women are the one being punished and they were taken to some paradise while we wait our eventual deaths here on Terra. There’s one about a warlock who used dark magic to kill every other male so he could turn the world into his personal harem, then had a heart attack and died as soon as he cast the spell.” I really hope it wasn’t that last one; that’d just be pathetic. “About the only thing that’s pretty consistent is The Blight played a huge part in their end. Any male who touches it transforms into some kind of massive monster, only concerned with death and destruction. Nothing seems to cure or destroy it, and other monsters love to make their nests nearby pools of it, so we mostly just try to avoid them.” Asura thought about that for a moment, then added, “Well, MOST of us try to avoid them. That one I found you near is a great shortcut, and when I’m moving on my own I can dodge pretty much anything out there with ease.” “Well, thank you for that; it sounds like I would’ve been in trouble pretty quick if you hadn’t come along. Thank you, Asura.” “Don’t worry about it; I’m certain you would’ve done the same if it’d been the other way around.” Asura smiled softly, her green eyes looking me over for a moment before sighing softly. “Besides, I’m not exactly sure if I made your situation better or worse.” “Worse?” I tilted my head in confusion. “How could this be worse than being killed by monsters?” “Well, I’ve been thinking about it a bit. There are still some people out there looking for answers, but there are a lot of people who have simply given up and are making the best of the time they have knowing there’s nothing left for them. If suddenly you come along and offer them a potential future they never could’ve imagined, yes, some of them will be thrilled, but there will also be a few who will be angry with you, or think you’re some kind of demon and try to kill you.” That seems a little harsh, I thought. Then again, the more I thought about it the more she had a point. Besides, I know nothing about this world and can’t even speak the language without magical help. Assuming I don’t just get killed the second I try to make it out on my own, where would I go? Who could I trust? Hell, if what Asura’s saying is true and word spreads about the only male in existence, what’s to say I won’t end up as some sex slave, or having women literally fighting and dying just to try and gain control over me?... …Admittedly that does have some appeal from a carnal fantasy perspective, the thought that literally armies might move just to get to me, but I wouldn’t want anyone to actually die over it. Of course, this was all taken on the assumption that Asura was telling me was the truth and not just some lie to keep me here. I couldn’t totally discount that possibility; it did seem unlikely she just happened to run into me within seconds of me appearing in this world. I had no way to prove her words one way or another though, and at least she was helping me right now. Whether it’s genuine or just an act, for now at least I didn’t see much else I could do except take her at her word. “So… what do you suggest I do now?” I asked Asura, who seemed to be as deep in thought as I was. “I don’t want to cause too much trouble, but how am I going to find a way home? That big stone archway we ran through in the forest before popping out here was a portal, right? Do you know of anyway I could use it to get back?” “I wouldn’t say it’s IMPOSSIBLE, but I’ve never heard of portals between different worlds, only different locations in our world. I’m no expert on magic, but I wouldn’t even know where to begin finding someone who could help you with that. That being said… I have a proposal.” “A proposal?” I was a little weary of where this was going, but I encouraged her to continue. “I have a feeling Cyra’s going to absolutely hate this, but…we need help here on the farm. A lot of help. We lost a lot of our last crop to plague, and when it came down to the end of the year we either had to use it to feed ourselves or sell it so we could pay our workers for next season, not both. We ended up doing the former, and after paying out compensation for them we’ve barely got a handful of coins between us, much less enough to hire new workers now.” “Cyra could probably take on most of the load herself, but she’s also falling behind on the extra blacksmithing jobs she took on to try and cover our losses and she’s stretching herself too thin. I help where I can, but my skills are in gathering and hunting, and meal prep. I don’t know what skills you have in terms of farming, but even the most basic manual laborers would be more than we could afford right now normally. So… would you be up for it?” “Me? Work a farm?” I barely know the first thing about tending crops(I was about to make a joke about the only thing I knew about plants was that they liked electrolytes before realizing that it would’ve been absolutely lost on her) or raising animals. Still, it wasn’t exactly like I was rich with alternative options. “If I’m not working for pay, what WOULD I be getting instead?” “Room and board for one; we have a spare bedroom that you could stay in. I’d provide food for you, and on my trips to the nearby villages I’ll try and make some discreet inquiries about travel between worlds. It’s not much, I know, but…” Asura’s eyes suddenly lit up before smiling. “You said you wanted to get in shape, right?” “Right, but what does that have to do with working a farm?” “You see how big Cyra is? That was mostly from farm work. It’s not easy, but if you’re looking to get strong you could certainly do worse. With a good meal plan from me and Cyra’s help, reluctant though I’m sure it will be, we could really help you out. And to be honest, after only hearing about males as things of fiction before having one right in front of me…” I swear her voice actually sounded sultry and I wasn’t just making it up as she continued, “I’d be personally curious to see how close you could get to the legends.” “L-Legends?...” Come on, Xavier; keep your cool. She’s just trying to appeal to your stupid male lizard brain. She’s only flirting with you to get you to agree with her! Just because she’s very attractive looking, and to be honest the ears and tail are kinda things you’re into, and she’s offering to help you get in shape like you’ve been trying and largely failing at the last few years, doesn’t mean you should agree to these terms. Stop blushing like an idiot and say something!... “S-Sure; sounds great!” Stupid male lizard brain…
  4. Hey everyone. Been a long while since I posted something, and while this isn't exactly a huge start to a story, I'm hoping it'll at least be enough to get your interest for what's to come. Hope you enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Asura! What the hell is this…THING… you bought into our home?!” Hey, I am not a thing! I’m a human being!... …At least, that’s what I would’ve said if I wasn’t still trying to recover from the massive run for my life that just ended moments ago. When I said I wanted to get in shape, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind in terms of exercise. The woman who’d guided me here, Asura I assumed, explained the situation while my lungs slowly began to feel less like they were on the verge of exploding. “I ran into him on the way back from the town. He was just standing in the forest in the middle of nowhere, looking really confused and lost.” And she wasn’t kidding about running into me; I had just gotten to my feet when she plowed into me and knocked me into what looked like a tar pit. At least it wasn’t very deep, and I climbed out in time to see what looked like a mature Red Riding Hood standing in front of me. “He?... That’s a male?” The other woman sighed heavily and shook her head. “Come on, now; you know as well as I do that can’t be true. Did you get too close to the confusion flowers again?” “No, he really is a male! I…checked…” I couldn’t with her back to me, but I’m guessing Asura was looking about as red as her cloak. “It really IS a male?... And you bought it here?! When it’s absolutely covered in The Blight?!” If she wasn’t already angry before, the other woman was furious now. “Are you TRYING to get us all killed?!” “That’s exactly WHY I bought him here, though. Yes, he’s absolutely covered in The Blight, but nothing’s happening to him! An exposed male mutates within seconds of being exposed, but it’s been minutes and he hasn’t changed!” The Blight? Is that what this tar stuff is they seem so concerned about? The way they’re describing it, it sounds like literal toxic masculinity. Then again, it does also explain why the first thing Asura did after I climbed out of the pit was press what looked like a freaking machete against my throat and held it there for what seemed like an eternity. She seemed confused after a few moments, then she pulled the waistband of my workout pants and seemed even more confused when she saw my maleness. She started to speak, but it sounded to me like something between a hiss and a growl; I had no idea why she was suddenly speaking English now. I tried to explain to her I had no idea what was going on or how I’d gone from working out in my garage to lost in the middle of a forest, but she seemed just as confused by my responses as I was hers. “I tried to ask him questions, but he didn’t seem to understand me. Before long though I heard something coming toward us fast, so I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the portal back to our farm. Now that we’re in range of the farm’s translation runes, I was hoping he could explain himself.” Portals? Runes? This all sounds crazy, but considering everything I’d have to be crazy to try and deny it was real. At least the burning in my lungs was finally dying down as the other woman continued to look at me with what looked like something between annoyance and disgust. “Well, you bought it here, so it’s your responsibility. I need to get back to my forge.” The other woman stomped past the both of us and out the door of the cottage. “Cyra!...” Asura tried to call after the other woman, but she slammed the door closed behind her and left the two of us alone. Asura sighed softly before going into a nearby room, coming back with a towel that she handed to me. “You’ll have to forgive her; she can be quite bull-headed…” Asura tilted her head a little as I tried to clean myself off as best as I could. “…I’m sorry; were you trying to say your name before? I couldn’t tell, but it sounded something like… Hue-Man? Is that your name?” “No, a human is what I am. My name is Xavier. I…” I felt a headache starting to come on as Asura lowered her hood, revealing her soft brown hair, bright green eyes, and tan skin while I tried not to stare at the brown canine ears atop her head that paired with the canine-like tail that waved gently behind her. Given how Cyra was not only built like a bull but probably was part bull with the massive horns on either side of her head, I was getting the feeling humans were in the minority in this world, wherever it was. I sighed heavily as I began to tell her my story. “I was just trying to get in shape…”
  5. angelrose

    The Floating Palace

    Chapter 1 Hidden among the clouds is a castle. Only those with desires can see and enter this wonderful place. Here in this magical place, your wildest sexual fantasies come alive. Muscular men, built like gods, await you in their rooms. Men with handsome faces and cocks begging for attention. There's a special man waiting there just for you! Yes, you! He wants to know you. He wants you to feel the hard work he's put into his body, pumping iron just for your excitement. He invites you to stay with him for as long as you like. You might ask me, "Angel, this sounds amazing! How do I get there?" I smile. The key is in everybody. The door is in your dreams. The way in is easy and enjoyable. Have a light dinner and hydrate just enough before going to bed. You wouldn't want your body to interrupt you enjoying yourself. If you wish, take a long and relaxing shower. Wash away the day's activities. Delight your sense of smell by enjoying the rich lather of your soap as you clean your beautiful body. Give your reflection a smile! You both know what's going to happen tonight. Clear your mind and as you lay comfortably in your bed, allow yourself to focus on only one thing: Pleasure Castle. In bed, let yourself be one with your pillows and sheets. Do you feel your energy flowing, as it passes the boundaries of your body? Let your body lighten. Feel the coolness of the air as you float up... up... up... Listen to the quiet night. All is asleep. Open your mind's eye to the view above your home. The night is filled with beautiful stars, twinkling and gleaming. The sky is clear, but for one spot high above shrouded in fluffy white clouds. Spread your arms to your sides and fly there, soaring through the sky. The closer you get, the cooler it feels. The air is refreshing and every breath fills your heart with warmth and anticipation. As you arrive at the bundle of clouds, they part for you allowing you the first glimpses of a door. From the door, the clouds reveal the bricks in your favourite colours. The full castle comes alive and you notice that you aren't alone! Amongst the castle and the clouds, there are men making love right before your eyes. Two are on one of the roofs making out, one man on top of another pinning his lover between his built forearms and thighs. There's a trio pleasuring their middle-man at both ends. There are also groups of men cuddled up, talking, laughing, and enjoying the view. They absentmindedly feel and touch each other as their conversations flow from one topic to another. A ball flies by your head and a man flies towards you. He checks you out and gives you a wink before he retrieves his toy and resumes play with his teammates. The sight is so beautiful and wonderful to behold, but you remember your mission. You spot a stationary man by the door. You lock eyes with him and he smiles, waving you to approach. As you come closer you notice his attire. He's dressed in a stylish black and white tux, hair slicked back and eyes welcoming. The tux does little for the imagination, showing exactly how big and muscular his frame is. "Welcome," he says with his deep and smooth voice. "Who would you like to see?" You might answer that this is your first time. His knowing smile reaches his eyes. "I'm Derek and I'll be guiding you this evening. As this is your first time, please allow me to explain. Here you can be with any man or men you wish. We match you with just the right guy who is also looking to fulfil his own fantasies. You can think of it as matchmaking 2.0." You might ask how this is possible. "We made this beautiful haven for any and all men. You let us know exactly what you want to experience. With the help of our staff, we find the right men who are looking to try something new or veterans who know exactly what you mean," Derek replies with a wink. You might ask if there's a catch. "No catch and no money necessary. This is a free service for those with desires to be explored and enjoyed over and over again!" He beams at you. At this point something deep within you ignites. Are you ready? You tell Derek your wildest fantasy. He listens and nods as you describe your perfect man. He is built with biceps loaded and washboard abs. He loves wearing white tank tops visibly showing the view of his gorgeous pecs. You tell him how sweet and romantic he is, but he can get a little cocky when he starts to flex. Derek's eyes light up. He knows exactly who you're looking for and he happens to be in this very night! Derek asks you if there's a setting you and your man want to be in. Before you could think, you say the beach. You might ask if he can do that. He smiles again answering, "Of course we can!" He opens the door and finally you enter! You follow Derek in, his muscular back greeting you. The view inside erupts in lights and colours you've never seen before. The entrance is big and wide and you wonder how this all fits inside. Interesting sculptures of men in various degrees of disrobing decorate the room. The art is accompanied with lounging chairs for one's viewing pleasure. There are tables and entrances to different bars and restaurants that you might visit some other night. You rub your eyes, checking your vision. The environment holds as true as the sun goes up. You hear dance music coming from the second floor and men walking in and out, sometimes in pairs holding each other from shoulder to shoulder. "We're going this way," Derek says as he brings your focus back to him and your destination. Through the side of the room you walk together, having casual conversation and Derek laughs at all your jokes. You wonder if next time you can ask to spend more quality time with Derek instead. "Here we are," he says as he stops right by an unassuming door. "Go ahead and open the door and wait for your date inside." You thank him for his welcoming hospitality as you open the door to the smell of the beach entering your senses. He gives you a smile as he makes his way back and the door softly shuts behind you. The sight you behold is breath-taking. The inside of the castle has a full-sized beach! You look back at the door and realize there are no walls between and above it. On the other side of the magical door is just more beach. The waves are quiet and rolling. There's no one else here but you... until... The door you came in from swings open again and a familiar stranger's eyes meet yours. Derek is beside him and waves. Your mystery man enters, smiling as he looks at your profile, top to bottom, side to side. Derek helps you both by closing the door and allowing privacy.
  6. Hello. This is the tale of a boy who discovered a secret. A terrible secret that did not want to be found. This story has a very deep science fiction side and there won't be many muscle sequences, so if that's not your thing then please don't read further. The story might also get a little bit dark, nothing insane though. I think that's all. Chapter 1: The Spark of Madness -Babilu, Mesopotamia- As rain fell down in the tiny town, the ominous clouds polluting the sky rumbled once more, promising fury and destruction to the denizens of the world below them. Thunder cracked and split open the sky in two and lighting fell down, unleashing the wrath of the elements. The tendrils of white-hot plasma struck buildings and trees alike, pure energy falling down and bringing waves of devastation to all who dared to stand in their way. The cold shards of rain followed in an instant, trying to absorb the heat but to no avail. The streets were all empty, men and women hiding away in their small houses, praying that the horrific thunderstorm would pass away. All around the county, the wind howled like a banshee, screaming and shouting for the mortals to run away before it was too late. But Mother Nature would not allow that. Not when one puny human had breached one of the most sacred rules. A sacrilege of the utmost degree, an act not comparable to the most heinous of crimes. No. Thunder would continue to rain down, and that was only the beginning. Mother Nature would not be satisfied until the breach had closed and she was alone in the world again. -University of Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England- Sunday. Adam observed the screen of his laptop once more, breathing out sighs of frustration and mumbling to himself. "Cringe." Click. "Cringefest." Click. "Cringetopia." Click. With another sigh, Adam turned off the laptop and threw it on his bed. Disappointment filled his conduits, and he couldn't help but feel his hands twitch with anger. Nobody, nobody had told him about the party in the dorms yesterday and from the pictures that all his "friends" had uploaded, everyone had tons of fun. He could see Amy and Hannah playing beer pong with Seb and Jacob, seemingly without a care in the world. He could see acquaintances all laughing and drinking their livers away, all while neon blue light showered them all. Shirtless guys and drunk girls everywhere, dancing and enjoying their lives. And they had forgotten about him. Of course they had. Who remembered the scrawny little nerd, the dweeb with a physics fetish who spent most of his time in the lab, tinkering and playing with simulations from sunrise to sunset, his excitement so big that most of the days he'd forget to have a simple meal? No wonder nobody had invited him, they all knew that Adam was the exact opposite definition of fun, and nobody wanted to have a vibe killer next to them. As Adam fought through the anger with logic, he felt himself calm down. His tense shoulders relaxed, not that there was much muscle on them to tense in the first place. Nevertheless, he bent down to do some of his morning stretches. His body groaned in protest, but he fought through the pain. As the physics lab assistant, his work required him to stay still most of the time, except the few moments he had to enter the experiment chamber to tinker some of the machines or the detector into alignment. This had caused him to develop what some would call as a 'bad posture', and it showed. Before summer, he had measured himself at an unremarkable 5'9 and 140 lbs of weight, but as the months flew by, he had found himself get slightly shorter at 5'8.5, while his weight increased at 155 lbs, most of it being fat due to his unhealthy diet. His flatmates, Seb and Jacob had unsuccessfully tried to make him go to the gym with them in order to fix his posture and shed off some of that fat, but Adam had declined the offer, saying that his work was infinitely times better than wasting his time lifting metal in a sweaty gym. He couldn't help but want to slap himself in the face now, though. With a final sigh, Adam checked himself in the mirror and tried to hide his frown away. What looked back was a perfectly average face, with a higher-than-average fat deposit, making his chin look bloated even though it wasn't. His skin wasn't perfect either, with several acne scars at various places, such as his cheeks and forehead, creating a terrible contrast against his very pale skin and bright blonde hair. The only thing that made him feel a bit special, however, was the color of his eyes. A deep amber around his irises, glimmering with mischief and intelligence. The only thing that made him smile when he thought about his physical appearance. Adam shook his head and grabbed his lab coat. He wasn't a man of fitness or particular beauty. His best asset was intelligence and cunning, and it clearly showed by his indifference in physical beauty. Sure, he could follow the example of his flatmates and hit the gym, but he didn't find any particular reason to do so. The time he spent learning more about the universe and the hidden secrets it contained beat the mindless lifting of steel and metal. He tried to convince himself that this was for the best. He had to invest all his energy into his research, or else the inevitable feeling of regret would set back in. "In for a penny, in for a pound," he murmured as he closed the door behind him and exited the apartment. The dark matter lab was but a few hundred feet away from the apartment, and he couldn't wait to get back into his microcosm. Science was where he belonged, the only thing that made him feel like he mattered. The thought made Adam smile, and with a slight hunch, he started walking towards the elevator. * * * The Dark Mater Unit of the University of Cambridge was one of the most advanced in the United Kingdom. With several thousand pounds of income per scientist, the many experiments held there meant that with sufficient qualifications and expertise, every competent person could test their own theories or measurements that would give credibility to their ideas. As such, the labs featured state-of-the-art technology that was in-par with the particle accelerators at CERN, but without the extreme securities that Geneva had to apply to the most popular physics lab in the world. That also meant that no person could conduct dangerous experiments without the supervision of senior scientists, a necessary (or mandatory) rule that the Home Office had applied to the entire unit. After all, the lab played with forces that humans still didn't fully understand and the United Kingdom didn't want to become the epicenter of a potential disaster. Adam casually observed the bulletproof glass door in front of him before hitting the access code next to it. The door opened with a swift hiss, and he smiled. He loved the smell of synthetic polyester that permeated through the lab, the byproducts of the three 3D printers stashed on the other side of the wide room. With a quick snap of his fingers, the entire section of the lab burst into light, as the bright lights above him came into life. "Good morning Amanda," Adam said to nobody in particular. "Good morning, Adam. How was your morning?" a female voice permeated through the walls around him. To a casual bystander, there was no obvious source where the robotic, albeit pleasant voice came from. Amanda was the unit's personal artificial intelligence, specifically designed to follow complex commands while also having the ability to calibrate and extend several thousand processes and parameters per minute. She was the hidden gem of the lab, and Adam had grown to like her a lot, even though he knew that it was a program mainly designed to crunch numbers down into something comprehensible by the human mind. "The results of Simulation 193HAZ have been uploaded and saved in your work desktop. Please take a look at them and tell me if you need me to re-calibrate your spatial parameters." "Thank you, Amanda," Adam replied to the AI as he walked over and sat down at his work desk. Looking around him, he didn't see any of his colleagues present and evidently so, as today was Sunday and no person with a sane mind would choose to get stuck in a lab for the entire day. Well, all except Adam. Logging in on his desktop, Adam coldly noticed how achy his body felt as he sat down to the uncomfortable chair. Yes, he could feel it all around his body, how unfit and tired he was. He tried to ignore the feelings of shame as they tried to resurface, instead choosing to focus on the daily report. It comprised of measurements from several thousand detectors all around the globe with their sole purpose being the measurement of dark matter particles. Usually, the results were various and random, evidence that Cambridge's detectors did not have the correct algorithms to properly detect the particles. The detectors kept alternating between randomly assigned algorithms, until something that worked was found. Alas, nobody had that algorithm of the true detection of dark matter particles, and figuring that out would be a highway to a Nobel Prize. And yet, something picked Adam's attention. "Hmm. Amanda, can you please show me the results from the Middle East detectors? Mesopotamia, to be precise. There seems to be... a constant result? Did someone alter the parameters?" Adam asked the AI, which after three minutes of "thinking", came up with an answer. "Detector 256, 286, 295 and 292 have all been disabled due to a thunderstorm reported at 04:00 this morning. In fact, the thunderstorm is still going on, and authorities have quarantined the city. The lighting was seemingly attracted to the detectors due to their metal nature, and thus their results have been compromised. Would you still like me to analyse the data?" Amanda asked on her pleasant voice. "Yes please." Adam didn't have anything to lose, and this was s change from the usual and very boring processing of data points he had to do every morning. "Calculating. Calculating. Suppersymetric particles detected. Mapping... mapping." On the screen of his computer, a 3D map of the globe suddenly appeared, along with four red dots all located in the middle of the Mesopotamia region. "Triangulating position based on dark matter density. Position detected." The red dots began to seemingly connect with each other, before the final position was calculated. "What am I seeing?" Adam asked, struggling to understand what all this meant. He wasn't used to not understanding, and that made him want to cover his ignorance as soon as possible. This time, Amanda took over five minutes to respond, and for some reason, that made Adam feel a bit frightened. The AI was used to these kinds of questions, and it wasn't normal for it to take so long. "Gravitational lensing response shows an approximate 10% of dark matter density on Earth converging on this exact location. Velocity response... unknown. My database has never seen anything like this, Adam. Would you like me to alert Dr. Sizzle?" Amanda asked, but Adam was stunned. "No, that won't be necessary. Could you please see if you can extract the final algorithm that the detectors used before the lighting hit them? I... I want to run it with our detector here." "Are you sure, Adam? Running an unauthorized algorithm could result in severe to catastrophic damage to the equipment. Your clearance allows you to run any algorithm, but this warning is mandatory. Would you like to proceed?" the AI added as the lab turned from standby to active mode. Several lights flicked open, revealing a second chamber behind the 3D printers, showcasing a single detector in the middle of a white room. The detector was a simple metal rod, about three feet tall and one foot wide and deeply embedded in the ground. However, the intricate machinery located inside it where probably worth more than three hundred thousand pounds, and as such, it was a very precious possession that the university owned. "Yes, Amanda. I'm sure." Thankfully, Adam could lie to the AI. He tried not to show any fear in his voice, even though the knew that the AI was not capable of detecting emotion, just commands. To be honest, he didn't know what he was doing. Maybe it was the lingering anger from not being invited to yesterday's party, or perhaps it was something else entirely. Adam just knew that he had to do something today, something that mattered to him. And this was it. As he walked near the detector, he could feel the slow whirring of machinery below his feet, preparing the detector. At the same time, the metal rod on the other side of the glass expanded until it stood at around seven feet tall, before opening up to reveal three transparent blades that pointed up towards the roof, acting as a conduit for dark matter recognition. "Detector 399 is ready. Proceeding with algorithm input and validation." The blades of the detector began revolving, slowly at first before picking up more speed. The sound of electricity filled the chamber, and Adam could feel the light dusting of hair on his arms and neck standing up. With a smile, Adam felt himself relax. That feeling meant that the algorithm was valid, and thus no damage could come to the machine. Now all he could do was wait for the detector to finish running the detection protocols, a process that took five minutes at most. The minutes passed quickly. At ten minutes, Adam started worrying. At twenty, he started sweating. At thirty, he was asking Amanda to crash the process. "This is not possible, Adam," Amanda replied with her usual robotic voice. "The detector cannot be stopped until it has finished its analys-," the AI managed to spurt out before something cut if off. "A-Amanda?! What happened?" Adam asked the AI, but there was no reply. Suddenly, the entire unit was consumed by darkness, save for the light emanating by the blades of the detector, still active. "E-E-E-ERROR. ERROR. ERROR. PARTICLE CONVERGENCE DETEC-. ERROR. ERROR. DATA CORRUPTION DETECTE---EEEEEEE- PLEASE EVACUA---" Amanda suddenly screeched out before the voice dissipated to nothingness. Adam couldn't move. His body was not responding at all. it was as if someone had fused his legs to the ground. The only thing he could do was watch the detector, as it blades moved faster and faster, until the only thing he could see was a disc made entirely out of light. Red now bathed both him and the entire unit, as the emergency protocols were activated. And yet, all Adam could do was watch. Watch as the disc seemingly cut through invisible matter, tearing into something that he could neither see or comprehend. It was as if the detector was searing through reality itself, and through the tear, more light breached through. Cold, clinical light that should not have been there. The tear expanded, and more light seeped through. The last thing Adam saw before the blinding white wave engulfed him was his own reflection. It was him... but different. That other him was smiling. Adam didn't know how to describe what he was seeing. Better was the only thing his mind came up with before he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered was Amanda's voice coming into life for one last second, just so it could say one final sentence. "Breach schism unlocked... Congratulations, Adam."
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