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  1. Ch 1 - Hedlan’s Birthday Hedlan awoke once again to the sensational vibrations his pectorals were programmed to. He loved that smooth hum as he awoke from another blissful twelve hour recharge. It rippled across his toned body as his most evolved muscle, his brain, began to check the status of his beloved anatomy in nanoseconds. Before he could will his eyes to open, Hedlan’s mind had processed over twelve terabytes of data obtained from his recharge process. 79% regularity. 12% functionality innovation updates fully installed. 0.001% anatomical failure, corrected, error time - 23 nanoseconds. This was a meager blip, but Hedlan knew reporting this minor issue would reward him with another four thousand credits of nanowear innovations, the equivalent of a yearly bonus. The report continued: Experimental compatibility with temporary host unit: 83%. A 30% increase over the previous stand-in. Second interaction imperative for credit authorization. “Ah yes” Hedlan thought to himself privately. “Cindra… She *was* 83% compatible… Great, but still nothing compared to Toth, damn… When is Toth going to recover? What day is it…” Nanoseconds later, the report finished with one final note for the day: “The Time is Seven hundred hours, November 93rd in the year 99,220,220. And in addition, it is your 2016th birthday.” “Hmm…. Is it?” Purred the blonde bombshell resting upon Hedlan’s massive chest. Hedlan chuckled. “I suppose it is. My my how time flies.” Cindra’s eye glowed slightly as she received her own update. “Damn… Structural integrity only recovered 49%...” “Oof. I am off my game. A slender… What? Type 15 build, even with augments shouldn’t have recovered 55%.” Hedlan replied. Cindra rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Typical Exp-cyb… Try type 26 Essex class.” “Essex class? No fucking way. Guess I’m still kicking.” “Fuck…. Haven’t been pushed like that sense I was walking around with a bimb-type 21:” Cindra teased as she telepathically transmitted an old picture of herself. “Mmm. Don’t make em like they used too huh.” Hedlan teased. “While the fuckbags were even better than your super-mind can imagine, the structural integrity couldn’t keep up with newer models…. like YOUR experimentally sexy ass… Sometimes you gotta sacrifice beauty so you don’t wake up four weeks after having your brain force fucked out your skull… “I know, why do you think the Hive paired your. *Licks lips* Structurally stable body with me?” “Mmm… I don’t know. Terrible decision, I’m not even going to break even with the structural reports I’ve made…” “Firmware says we got one last interaction to authorize the transaction.” “Did it now? Hmm… Well what a shame… I really was looking forward to the three moons festival this friday…. But fuck it, there’s always next decade.” Ch 2 - Extremely Optimized Cindra was a somewhat out of date model, roughly two years without a proper upgrade. Still her luxury essex class selection allowed her to be paired with Hedlan as the best substitute candidate for him to… Interact with. Hedlan, is a top-of-the-line body builder. He updates himself nightly to optimize his body in every way he, or rather, the Bioware corporation, can. Huge teams of dedicated employees working around the cock…er.. Clock to improve every function in Hedlan’s body, down to a cellular level. To make it in the Bioware industry in these times, you need massive augmentations daily just to compete. Each day, Hedlan compresses his body down overnight to install and re-charge every last cell in his body. When he awakes he is roughly 7’3” tall, the shortest he’ll be all day. His skeleton is constantly secreting a variety of chemicals to encourage muscular growth, and inconsistently expands at a rate of roughly 2.5 inches each hour to handle the increase in mass he accumulates. Each muscle group is continuously charged and exercised on their own. This was at first thought to be the main limitation to muscular acceleration. That is, until the innovation of Sexual Interaction Boosting. More effective than steroids, a chemical called “Lib-300” was a passive chemical generated in a host body. On its own it has numerous, well perhaps not negative but certainly undesired traits when it came to body building. It would encourage massive fat deposits until the compound matured. Afterwhich, if ingested fresh, it would supercharge a foreign secondary host with a compatible catalyst muscular system(cy-ms), causing their muscular ability to balloon at nearly exponential rates while not compromising the cardiovascular, neural, or cybernetic enhancements. The practical upshot of this was Sexual Interaction Boosting, in which a typically female candidate would produce Lib-300 in excess, specifically at key anatomical areas of their body during periods of heightened stimulation: The glutes, the thighs, and each breast. From there, sexual interaction would act as a sort of super-juiced workout for the typically male partner, who would receive the chemical through special receptors on the tongue for the upper half of the body, the genitals for the lower half, and in addition, the skin as well, which while not as effective, would end up absorbing roughly 32% of excess Lib-300 excreted by the partner. In Hedlan’s line of work, not a drop is to be wasted. The Lib-300 lasts for mere seconds, but when it interacts with the body in large quantities, it can promote muscular growth for hours, so as to continuously supply the host with the euphoric feeling of becoming stronger, which is simply more errotic and desirable than perhaps any other sensation Hedlan experienced in his two thousand plus years of existence. Many scientists have theorized this euphoria is the key to Hedlan’s success. Each partner is continuously being updated and evaluated on ways to improve the interaction process. For instance, Cindra is equipped with magnetic gravity enhancement in her glutes and cervix. This allows her body to begin the process by filling air pockets with charged nitro-helium, making her lighter than a feather, and after a few minutes will force her into a state of extreme buoyancy that could potentially rocket her out of the atmosphere. Only by Hedlan gripping her with an extreme force of over 4.8 tons per-square-centimeter, can Cindra prevent her thighs from slamming against the ceiling. In addition, Cindra can fluctuate randomly, forcing Hedlan to adapt between needing to exert extreme force downwards, or mild force upwards. However, this is little challenge for Hedlan’s body, which after a mere forty minutes (roughly 3,000 reps per muscle group) of immaculate exercise for his torso, triceps, abdominals, and tongue is ready for stage two. In order to accelerate the growth process, a newer feature of Hedlan’s workout is the process of using a special chemical, stored in the left testicle, as a linking catalyst inside of Cindra’s esophagus. By coaxing the chemical out of Hedlan, Cindra can absorb charge from the chemical. This in turn drives every nerve cluster in Cindra’s body into overdrive and improves Lib-300 production by 300% (while simultaneously driving Cindra into a heightened state of madness in which every form of pleasure becomes more blissful by the moment, actively slowing down time from her perspective and eventually leaving her temporarily brain-dead). Even the air molecules moving through her toes can be felt if she is able to absorb a full stomach full. However, this is an increasingly difficult challenge as while the process is ongoing, Hedlan’s magnificent cock has expanded considerably, being not only the first part of his body exposed to the link, but also it’s main method of absorption for the moment. During phase one, the cock maintained almost no growth aside from the average erection, however, once stage two begins, Hedlan’s member begins to make up for lost time, expanding from his initial size of nine inches at a rate of 0.5 inches every minute, until the optimal size of 3 feet is reached. In the mean time, Cindra can’t allow herself to eject the cock, even to take a breath. This isn’t a choice, as I may remind you, her system is actively working in overdrive. This is why her lungs are equipped with methods of absorbing oxygen effectively without the use of her throat, and her throat is lined with titanium stabilizers to prevent… most damage. For the next hour and seven minutes, Cindra’s throat is brutally fucked by Hedlan’s monster cock. All the while, Hedlan has grown considerably. Before stage two, Hedlan was somewhat lopsided as a result of the recharge process, with a massive upper body build of over 300lbs of compressed muscle in each arm, in addition to 470lbs in the chest, abdominals, and other areas above his stomach. Totalling an impressive 1070lbs above the waist. While his legs were still massive, each one compressed down to 260lbs apiece, smaller than each arm. This is due to the “morning wood” effect, a humorous aspect of compression body-building which basically boils down to “Your legs can grow at a better rate than your upper body can after compression”. This is actually one of the least involved processes interactred with Hedlan’s cybernetic brain now frantically shifting the flow of Lib-300 to his ass to round his glutes out with extra layers of muscular perfection so as to support the rest of the transformation later. At which point, poor Cindra suffered a catastrophic failure of her esophageal support, forcing her to rip the now two foot cock from her gut as it filled with Hedlan’s emergency release of the chemical. This annoyed Hedlan somewhat, as while he knew Cindra would heal in a few days, the rate of Lib-300 production would be severely compromised at only 200% increase, if he was lucky. Never the less, he couldn’t let the past two hours go to waste, and spun Cindra around for phase three. In phase three, Cindra will be excreting massive amounts of Lib-300 from her breasts and vaginal walls, causing swelling. Meanwhile, every last drop of the delicious secretion is fueling Hedlan with a roided sense of power and immense growth rate as the beast would continue to swell greedily with power and determination as he squeezed and fucked every drop of the compound he could from what was left of Cindra as she entered a blissful coma of pleasure that would last for days. Inside, Hedlan felt like a machine, pumping and sucking in every way he could to trigger the maximum amount of reaction from Cindra. It’s one thing to obsessively pump your meat into your partner, its different when you’re doing it professionally. It wasn’t just lust, it was calculated. His mind burned at the number of calculations being done to control his tongue, while waiting ever so patiently to engage his cock again, which when flexed would stimulate a magnetic field absorbing and stimulating every micrometer of Cindra’s nether regions. Outside, Hedlan was pulsing larger and larger as he quickly grew past eight feet tall. His pectorals, while only a mere half-meter in width each, were now jetting a solid foot out from his body and weighed easily 400lbs apiece. Each commanded an arm the size of a baby cow, with the muscular complexity of a super-computer. Thousands upon thousands of micro-layers of muscle worked together to give Hedlan the power to crush mountains with a squeeze. His legs rose to the size of tree trunks, and his abdominals began production of a new matrix of blood vessels just to provide the space to add another row of rock hard chest stones. Despite the limitations of Cindra’s throat, her ass and genitals were more than capable of handling Hedlan’s rapidly expanding three foot monster cock as it evolved and matured to allow new methods of pleasure to reach Hedlan’s brain. After a mere thirty minutes however, poor Cindra had reached a critical state and could produce no more. As his growth slowed, Hedlan sighed. “Damn, used up and I’m only as good as a mark 90… Whatever.” He thought to himself. “I’m out of time. HIVE,” he stated addressing the globally shared hivemind system, “Ensure Cindra gets home in one peace, and in the meantime, I’ll need an emergency boost of Lib-300 from another host before work, otherwise those bastards at Muscle-Management will wipe the floor with us. “ Telepathically he ended the message and started to walk to work. As he got up Cindra awoke dazed, with her brain functioning at 30% capacity. “You’re going out without getting dressed?” Hedlan just smiled and said “Why?” imprinting the image of his supercharged chest into her brain as she passed out once again. Ch 3 - Going to work - As Hedlan stepped outside he felt the warm radiation of the sun kiss his skin. He never understood why but he loved the way light bounced off of him, particularly while he was still dripping in a thick layer of sex-based sweat and mutated biological compounds. In the breeze the salty wind of the ocean core beneath the floating platform sent the smell of fresh delicacies rising from the food pits below. Before Hedlan was a bodybuilder, he started off as a chef’s apprentice deep down by the shores, hardly ever feeling the sensation of sunlight. He left eventually to pursue his own passion, but as a child he understood why they’d stay down there, the taste of such food is sublime when it’s fresh, and it isn’t to be exchanged for any substitute. To do so would be a disservice, not just to the meal, but the craft itself. That’s what motivated Hedlan. Perfection and respect for his craft. Only to him, it wasn’t the milliseconds between flipping the grill, but the flow of blood and energy within his own complex body. Pressuring each layer of muscle until it fractured perfectly, and healing the organic pattern as quickly as possible, just to shatter it again. Like his own body was his own pottery and he was a master of Kintsugi. “I don’t understand these firewall inefficiencies” rang out a voice in Hedland’s mind. “I can’t be late for Armada practice again”. “I love the smell of fresh herbs blowing in the morning.” “I should surprise my lover at work today…” Hedlan lowered the volume of these voices as he approached the local gathering spot. Idle dribble isn’t what he was interested in overhearing from other people’s minds. However, as he stepped into view in front of the grassy clearing, a few turned heads and glances blared at the perfect volume inside his head: “Fuck, let me get some of that hunk.” “Fuck me, I haven’t felt aroused by a male in weeks…” “That beast… I wouldn’t last a minute with that monster… Maybe I should upgrade…” “Please. Please notice me. Please. I need it. I need to feel that hot god against my skin… I want to lick those muscles clean…” Hedlan grinned and produced a small nod at the thirsty woman giving that last open thought, whose face went red as she turned her thoughts back to private. As he continued walking across the soft dry grass, more and more thoughts like that massaged his ego until it matched his enormous proportions. In the open public of the Alpha Centauri Heart Planet it was common to see humanoid variants ranging in size from a meager three feet, to twenty foot goliaths twice the size of Hedlan, both clothed and baren depending on preference and occasion. However, towards the southern side of the coastal plateau, was the sinful Muscle Beach. A libidinous stretch of over three miles, where the thick crowd of muscular adonises would flair their bodies in conjunction with each other. From one end of the beach to another, was an endless swarm of mostly naked figures caressing and fawning over superior specimens. The air of this region was actually laced with a byproduct from the Lib-300 production factories below known as W-Tin-K, and while at first options were weighed to fix this issue, it soon proved to not only be difficult, but undesirable and counterproductive to the economy and tourism. W-Tin-K is a powerful hallucinogenic compound that’s quickly broken down by oxygen, its effects vary from subject to subject. Those who ingest this substance are filled with a harmonic lust towards the most powerful specimen in the area, where their minds are slowly corrupted by the euphoric sensation of licking and touching a specimen stronger than oneself. While this sounds concerning, over seven thousand years of research has gone into the study of W-Tin-K, and no concernable link between health and ingestion of W-Tin-K has been found. Survival on the beach is somewhat determined by one’s ability to handle W-Tin-K and perhaps more importantly: The ability to handle other people Jacked out of their minds on the chemical as well. While a few horny utopian citizens licking your legs up and down is fun, a body that isn’t built to handle the inner crowds of the area will be savagely ripped apart by dozens of lust-crazed beasts, appearance isn’t enough to survive, structure is even more vital. It’s for this reason that the southern beach was where Hedlan’s personal back-up for Lib-300 would be found, as any Lib-300 producing beast that could survive here would be able to take monsters ten times Hedlan’s current ability with no issue. The Hive directed Hedlan deeper and deeper into the crowd as the muscular quality and size of the men and women around him increased to match himself as more and more of those smaller than him began to delve deeper and deeper into acts of passion for their current master. Finally, Hedlan finally found who he was looking for. A young stud, merely nine hundred years old, his mind lost for days, perhaps even months, within his seemingly endless pursuit to be drowned in the cum of the gods he helped to build. His name was Levidicus. Hedlan glazed over him, his mind not even for a moment distracted by the other beasts in the distance larger or the pathetic simps clawing at his legs. Levidicus was a massive specimen just shy of Hedlan’s height at a staggering 8 foot 10”. All of it raw muscle, of course, he didn’t have the sensation of growing to such an expanse each day like Hedlan, rather Levidicus would start and end each day the same size. A thought Hedlan pitied him for. However, aside from that Levidicus was perfect. Estimated a 95% compatibility with himself. His pectorals glowing with Lib-300 as he was built to produce the chemical endlessly, however Hedlan didn’t have that kind of time. He needed to bring Levidicus to stage three quickly. However, without speaking a word, the Hive informed them both of the issue at hand. Levidicus was no object to be used. He was a savage animal that needed to be tamed. He wouldn’t give up his throne of power to bow to anyone, and if he would, Hedlan would have to prove he owned it. Both of them knew from the start, exactly who would rein supreme, but with a cocky grin, and a grip of his own python, Levidicus made it very clear he wasn’t going to make it easy. Once again, Hedlan started with stage 1. Thankfully, the various other members of the area had already begun the activation process, direct interaction was all that was necessary. So, Hedlan primed his tongue and gripped his adversary by the balls and began. “Ah… Oh fuck yes. Finally. A bitch who knows his place. MMMmmm. Damn straight… You suck that cock boy. You suck that fucking pole. You know who I am bitch… I’m your fucking daddy…. Don’t forget it. Half your age, but twice your worth. You hear that you god damn peasant. If you dare take your lips off that cock, I’ll flip you over and fill your ass with it too… I’m your god damn boss now, your fucking GOD. I demand this worship.” While Levidicus teased Hedlan about the process, Hedlan was not so prideful to feel even slightly inferior. He knew what was to come, and the threat of humiliation if he were to sneeze. If a sense of superiority helped Levidicus reach climax faster, good. It didn’t distract Hedlan from the thousands of micro-movements his mouth was performing any more than the gusts of hot sex-soaked wind swirling around them. It wasn’t until twenty-seven minutes in that Levidicus’ spirit began to falter. Annoyed, he tried every trick in his book to detach the link, which would have awarded him with a new hunk to toy with and tons of respect from the other studs he’d ride into the sunset. Increased musk, decreasing sensitivity, even lacing his spunk with a spicy flavor, but none of it deterred Hedlan from his objective. “Shit. Fuck. DAMN! Oh fuck tiger. Looks like I’m about to let the dam break. MMM! Good. I bet your sick fuck ass loves this part…Gah…. MMMMMMmmmm…… Get ready big boy… AND I HOPE THE REST OF YOU SLUTS ARE WATCHING, YOU’RE ABOUT TO SEE THE FUCKING MONSTER THIS DADDY CAN MAKE!” And with that Hedlan grinned a warm white cum-stained grin as the familiar feeling of growth reached his chest again. It was slow, but he knew it was there. Hedlan wasted no time. He spun Levidicus around and prepared to inject his own chemical in the most effective way possible for stage two. “WOah there baby. Be gentle now!” Leviticus begged through gritted teeth as Hedlan wasted no time pumping his swollen four foot cock deep into Leviticus’s perfect bouncy ass. “Ah… AH! FUck… THat… THAT ALL YOU GOT BITCH BOY!” Levidicus screamed as Hedlan’s fat member began to swell to even more inhuman proportions inside of him. “I CAN TAKE THIS ALL DAY!” “I’m sure you can Levi, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to speed this up…” Hedlan spoke softly into Levi’s ears. A small glance of fear appeared in Levidicus’s eyes as Hedlan directed all his growth to his genitals and flexed. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! OH THAT’S JUST NOT GAH! FAIR! OH… FUCK…” Hedlan gripped Levi’s firm yet shrinking tree-trunk like legs as he rammed his cock inside him for the final push. Like a bottle of champagne, Hedlan released the chemical into Levi’s body where it quickly began driving Levidicus to a new heightened level of pleasure and production as his internal organs were only just barely saved from decimation by a powerful pressurized burst from Hedlan’s expanding cock. As Levi’s mind began to succumb to the blur of pleasure and synapse limitations, he looked up to see the man who just minutes ago was almost his height, now towering above him at a menacing ten feet. “Now for the fun part.” Hedlan grinned evilly as the heat in Levi’s eyes changed from the fear of pain, to the lust of exhaustion, like a marathon runner getting high off his own endorphins. Levi’s body was glowing from the insane amount of liquid being forced to his surface. As his mind raced to process it all, he was discovering new ways to climax. His throat erupted with a sweet bile he’d never tasted, which Hedlan drank from his lips as he squeezed his body to it’s limit like a juice-box. While at first he figured his cock would be left disappointingly free, like so many others only interested in his Lib-300 production, Hedlan was a professional, and was actively using his matrix of expanding abdominal muscles to maintain Levi’s climactic state for longer than Levidicus had ever experienced with minor vibrations and flexes. His ass was expanding along with Hedlans, not due to any chemical reason, but because Hedlan’s thirsty cock was deep inside the source of what he could offer Hedlan, slurping and replacing as much of the material as he possibly could with each thrust. It was forced to expand to survive. All the while, Hedlan’s body was accelerating even more so than with Cindra. Ten foot. Eleven foot. Twelve foot. Soon, Hedlan’s massive Sixteen foot body was lifting Levi’s tiny 8-foot husk like a doll Levi looked up at the monster Hedlan had become, and all he could muster was “Damn daddy… You got game…”. The rest of the beach cheered in awe as they watched the man who walked into the beach a quarter of the size he was now, walk out like it was another day at the office with cum drizzling from his abs. For Hedlan, he was satisfied. Fifteen - five would have done fine, but sixteen would likely get him a raise. “Thinking of which, it’s likely about time I get to work…” he thought to himself. Part 4 - Actually getting to work Hedlan had a new spring in his step as he walked to work. He loved this part of the day, the calm before the storm. His body was practically new, as it was every day. The artificial nerves communicating everything within him were fresh, as were many of the ones in his brain. As part of the stage-3 process, a final enzyme is released from within Hedlan’s own body that actively adjusts his head and neck size. This is essential on a micro-level as the network of nerves throughout his body has more than doubled, and trying to get all that info into the same nerve system he woke up with would leave him paralyzed. On a macro-level, it also prevents him from looking ridiculous with a titan’s body and a normal head. A side effect of this exchange is that despite Hedlan making the same trip to work every day, every sight and observation feels fresh and new, like wondering into a new city every day. However despite this, Hedlan would often be too lost in his daily commute to make note of people beneath him, and would often crush one or two civilians by accident if he wasn’t watching. Thankfully for the victim they themselves are always equipped to survive such a devastating blast. *Yes blast, he’s 16 feet tall and over 2500lbs, he’s effectively wearing smart-cars as sneakers, just those directly underneath him aren’t the only ones affected. The civilians actually revel in this as failure to prepare for such an inconvenience will actually award them thousands in credits if they can prove this wasn’t of their own volition. Hedlan transmitted an apology without even changing his pace after crushing a local vendor and didn’t even process the “it’s fine” that was transmitted back as he’d become distracted by a mild inconvenience. “Huh… That’s right, i’m 16’ now, it takes slightly less time to commute… Oh well, can’t be helped. Guess I can just take an extra second to admire the view here.” The outside of the Bioware Cybernetics and Augmentations Delta building was massive to say the least. The doors, furniture, elevators, and even the flora are scaled up massively to accommodate their main products: Experimental giants. Dozens of massive hunks and hunkettes wander the halls as if they’re normal sized people in a normal office, making playful threats to one another about what they’re going to do to defeat each other in the gym later, chatting near massive water-towers filled with electrolyzed steroid fluids, meanwhile hundreds of normal sized people are speeding around the base like rats, performing busywork the gods they work on aren't going to do themselves. “DAMN Had-es!” A thunderous boom from behind almost started Hedlan. It was Byron, a rival product, and Hedlan’s best friend. “I mean you’ve been saying it’ll happen for centuries, but fuck it finally did! You’re finally bigger 16’ before work!” Byron was a rival, but they almost never competed as they were in different focuses. For centuries Byron was the golden-child mascot of muscle growth science. “Bithon-Byron Titan of Alpha Centauri” they called him on the ads. He was a titan among gods, and for years was the only one exposed to the Lib-300 experiment, giving him a massive 300-year lead over almost everyone else in the program. However, this also exposed him to the larger risks in the program, eventually culminating in the sad news his body wouldn’t be able to adapt to the newer sciences that Hedlan would prosper from, instead he now makes a living showing off clothes for the massives. None the less, Byron was a mind-shattering 35 foot tall deity each day he walked into work, a sight that both horrified Hedlan, and fueled his lust to not only become such a being, but surpass it. Begrudgingly, Naple, Byron’s boyfriend, a normal 6’3” technician and chief scientist behind the Lib-300 project, would transfer 2000 credits to Hedlan as in compliance with the bet the two made 234 year prior. “It tastes so much sweeter to earn those credits” Hedlan teased telepathically (as speaking directly with Naple wouldn’t reach) “Yeah yeah, you got lucky Had-es. I’m REAL close to fixing this reality-anchor…. Once I can do that, kisses the lats he was inspecting, I can do it again!” “Do what again?” Hedlan asked curiously. “I can surpass the limits of our reality, and enter a whole new field of science… If you thought my Lovecraftian fuck beast was powerful before… Wait until he can become even more powerful than this reality would permit… He’d be able to grow strength not only physically, but inter-dimensionally as well!” Naple boasted while actively drooling over the earth-quake-esque heartbeat he felt within Byron. “I… actually can’t imagine that… But hey sign me up for it!” “You’ll be the third to know!” Napel transmitted. Hedlan turned and started to walk towards his station, smirking as talking with Napel was always an itch he loved to scratch. In a world where you ascend to titan-hood daily, talking with someone of his size with his confidence is fascinating. Byron may be physically intimidating, but that goliath is passionately fucking that tiny twink constantly. Who’s the real master? The monster, or the man who chooses to be average despite not only improving himself to please his creation, but trusting his own experimental science to do so. Hedlan rode the elevator downwards towards his office: The energy sector. The energy sector itself is a fusion core continuously powered by the oceanic planet beneath, and is one of the most impressive feats of engineering ever undertaken by society. Pos-19 is an entire planet of liquid, similar to a gas giant. Even the core is liquid as well, only extremely pressurized and heavy liquid isotopes which are in a constant state of motion as the center of the planet decays, breaks down, expands and contracts. This creates liquid storms in the outer layer of lighter liquids, brimming with potential energy. When the planet was first colonized (well technically one of it’s moons), the outer layer of water was an untamable tyrant of impenetrable endless storms with winds moving at thousands of miles an hour and waves the size of mountains rapidly changing the landscape. Today, at least as far as can be viewed from the platform, it’s completely placid and the only wind to be found is artificially implemented. The change came from centuries of innovating every possible method of acquiring energy from the storms and water and channeling it into the energy core. The core as you can imagine is the main power-line for the whole platform, only it uses quantum tunneling instead of powerlines, transmitting energy not only into machinery and lights, but directly into people’s bodies in regulated amounts. But lets get back on track, you’re not here for the complex sciences behind futuristic cities, you’re here for Hedlan. Hedlan is a special case, requiring significantly more energy than the average citizen. In order to obtain that safely, it needs to be authorized and processed here daily. Hedlan used to love this part, the connection to the core, the raw energy that tamed a planet connected directly into him, the power of a god in his control, giving him the only spec of fear he’d feel daily as the switch is thrown and he may potentially fry like an egg. Now it just bored him. He was too used to it, and at some unconscious level, it didn’t scare him anymore. Even if it did malfunction for the first time in 10000 years, would it even kill him? More than likely his augmentations would overload and break down, which would suck, but he would survive it. If that kind of power couldn’t slay him, what could? Suddenly an update was transmitted to him which snapped him out of his funk. “Relay partner assignment: Toth Wavecrest” “Oh ho ho, Toth, you got the promotion.” “Sort of, our last fuck completely destroyed my Lib-systems, the Hive decided it’d be easier to just move me to tesseract relay than it would be to restore my body.” A voice beamed into Hedlan’s mind from somewhere else. “Careful baby, you keep surprising me like this and I may break the new model again.” “Not likely. This new one is built off the data they salvaged from my old body. It’s actually pretty damn advanced, and all of it tailored to handle everything your body could possibly hit me with. Check it:” Toth uploaded her own mental image. “48 meters huh? Guess I’ll need to find a new partner for my morning routine…” “Thank god, I already lived through what happened to poor Cindra this morning. Lucky she’s got the essex class body, otherwise I don’t think her pleasure sensors could override the crippling pain she endured…” “Naughty girl, looking into me when you should be preparing yourself…” “Oh shut up you cocky little monster, you knew I would, why else would you break her spine like that? You know that move’s reserved for me ;P…Mmmmm… I’m getting hot just thinking about you trying to break me… Hurry up and get down here already!” “Sorry babe, I’m not even in the water yet, and you know I like to enjoy this part.” “UUUUUHHHHGGGG, fine. But don’t be a little bitch if you can’t handle me when you get down here.” An alert sounded off: “Warning, returning member entering the wave-gym, all non-augmented personnel is to leave the drop zone immediately.” “Ahh… Another day in the gym.” Was the last transmission sent by Hedlan before he was dropped into the ocean below. The “gym” to Alpha-Centurian Bodybuilders is not lined with mirrors and ellipticals. The “Gym” is the planet itself. It consists of multiple layers of different density liquids. The outermost layer being relatively thin. To a normal 200-lb person, they’d find the liquid to be too thick to penetrate and would be stuck outside the first layer as their own buoyancy would prevent them from sinking. If you were slightly heavier, roughly 500lbs, your weight would overcome the tipping point for the first layer, and you’d sink to the top of the second layer. Drowning isn’t an issue, as your cellular energy isn’t reliant on oxygen, however the weight of the water itself acts as your first hurdle. It’s a workout just to stand up. If you attempted to piss yourself, youd’ find it difficult as the pressure of the water outside your dick is greater than the pressure you’re attempting to apply. If you can somehow surpass these challenges, there are hundreds of 500lb-800lbs weights strewn all over the layer between the first and second layer. They don’t sink further for the same reason the 200lb person couldn’t sink before. This makes the “Gym” divided into different groups of weight, where once you are heavy enough to sink further, the weights available to you are increased in relation. For bodybuilders, this is extremely ideal. With advancements in technology, the lack of light and their own depth is negligible, so they are effectively no different than if they were standing on dry land. Meanwhile the conductive nature of the liquids, and the reaction with perspiration from the body builders not only builds muscle, but tones it via the immense pressure of the water, and cools it, allowing for the immense energy to be expended without disturbing the other athletes. As Hedlan hit the water the sting of a 40-story drop was nothing. Meanwhile the newer body builders turned to see the massive 2000lb man splash above them and grumbled as they moved their weights to a new position to avoid being drug down. Hedlan opened his mouth as a flood of liquid squeezed itself into his body. It tasted similar to thick cream and salt from the dozens of sweaty people beneath rising up. He loved that taste, as while somewhat gross, it reminded him that he’s literally absorbing the work and dedication of thousands of people over millions of years. Hedlan continued to sink for quite a while. As he did, he took note of all the other builders and their processes. Some simply sat on their backs with a bar over them, pushing themselves slightly downward into the thicker liquid which in turn pushed themselves back. Others were doing reverse pull-ups, some doing downward squats, one even managed to drag a 500lbs weight into the 1000lbs zone until he dropped it and it rocketed back up, smacking some girl in the process angering her. But Hedlan didn’t get to see the end of their confrontation as he continued to sink. All the while the hairs on his body began to stick upwards. They were receiving energy en-mass as his body required more and more to maintain his structure in wake of rapidly increasing pressure. Soon, as Hedlan passed the 1600lbs zone, he began to feel the pressure of the ocean around him give way to his body’s processes, despite sinking in an ocean that could crush a tank, his body was actively pushing against the pressure, so much so that his body once again was expanding from the workout. Finally, Hedlan stopped sinking, ending up just slightly inside of the 2000lbs zone. The weights down here were different. Rather than dumbbells, all the weights at this level were more like spears, each weighing at least 2000lbs, but upon activation, would open the end of the spear, increasing the resistance of the spear when pushed through the liquid. After a quick diagnostics test, his equipment informed him the maximum amount of weight he could lift would be 2490lbs of resistance which increased slightly by 1-4 lbs with each passing minute. Hedlan snickered at the reading and picked up the bar next to him and commanded it to increase to 3000lbs of resistance. The bar itself didn’t get any heavier, but as Hedlan applied pressure, the familiar feeling of resistance prevented the bar from moving upward. The veins on his arm pulsated as he continued to try, but it wouldn’t budge. After a while he checked his max again: 2599lbs “Gettin there” he thought to himself and inhaled violently as to refresh and cool his insides with fresh liquid. He’d do this again and again, occasionally stopping to do some crunches or take a breath. And eventually, the bar moved once more, slowly but surely. A variety of warnings appeared in Hedlan’s mind which he arrogantly shrugged off, he knew how much he could take. Perhaps it was this illusion of danger that helped him so, but once he started lifting the weights faster and faster, his growth increased dramatically. By rep 5 he was a staggering 20ft tall,weighing 2700lbs. By rep 30, he was 28ft, and had actively pushed himself into the 3000lbs zone. He didn’t stop for a solid hour, his mind hyper-focused on every rep, calculating the ocean current, the pressure, the tears and expanses in his muscles and micro-muscle layers. A normal body builder would likely have stopped after a few minutes to rest, but today Hedlan was in the zone and refused to be taken out of it, stopping only to change muscle groups, biceps, triceps, outer abs, thighs, calves, inner abs, quadriceps, lats, spine, glutes, and phalics. This likely would have continued, but eventually his trance was broken by a voice: “You really aren’t going to notice me are you?” Hedlan didn’t stop but decided to check his stats: “Current weight: 4768.6lbs, Current expected max: 6945lbs of resistance, Current height: 38m” As Hedlan finished his reps he stood up and gazed upon the gargantuan beauty before him. It was Toth in her new body, an experimental relay that had grown even larger sense they spoke. She now stood under him at a staggering 90 meters tall, her body rippling with energy as she grabbed her partner with ease. Hedlan had become so used to the tons of water pressure surrounding him, he had a brief moment of fear when the much more powerful clutch of a 300ft tall goddess attempting to crush him like a snowball in her hand. This wasn’t malice, merely the start of their foreplay. The differences in size meant Hedlan only reached up to Toths knees. Toth herself had spent the previous hours refining her own secretions with Terrawats of excess energy from the ocean around her, making them exponentially more potent. In the water around her, bi-products leaked into the mixture, quickly forming pressurized diamonds of various chemicals that rocketed upwards, vaporizing themselves like a meteor flying through the sky. To Hedlan, this was a divine beauty only imaginable in someone else’s dreams. The way this aquatic dominatrix waited beneath him filled him with resolution and pride, like a knight charging into a castle to slay a dragon. The pain of being crushed quickly subsided once his brain finally triggered the chemicals for his sexual urges. As the bones in his arms fixed themselves, his cock, raw and torn from his experiences with Levidicus and the exercises in the wave-gym, began to expand rapidly, pulsating with the energy it was receiving as a long thick vein emerged from it, stretching all the way up Hedlan’s perfect abs. He could take it no longer. He grabbed a fistfull of Toth’s hair and used it like an anchor to pull himself down into the lower zone where Toth’s giant face rested. The pressure was excruciating and the buoyancy fought him every pull closer. To these two, sex is not just a fun passion or show of love, it’s a cruel battle of power where injuries are common and any sign of mercy or weakness is abused at any moment. Toth starts off with a ludicrous lead having more strength and size, however unlike Toth, Hedlan will continue to grow throughout the experience, and while it may start one sided, Hedlan will eventually take the lead. As he approached her face Toth licked her massive lips and prepared to defend her mouth, however with her hands being much more massive, and her hair being actively used as a climbing rope, she instead decided to surprise her man and willed her body to release and replace the buoyant liquids she’d been storing in her breasts. The result of which would make her upper body significantly more heavy than her lower body. With Hedlan tangled in her hair, she ended up dragging him down roughly 40 meters to a pressure he wasn’t prepared to tackle. Hedlan was in a panic, and he loved it. This must be the only woman in this world capable of bringing him to this heightened level of fear and instinct, and she was all his at this depth. Toth teased the little titan as she expected him to tap out and go back to working out until he was ready, she lived for the mischief of making this man feel inadequate and defeated, it was the only thing that could possibly motivate him even more and she loved that determination in his eyes when he got mad. But that look of defeat never came. Despite the pressure, Hedlan had reached her face. As if to toy with him, Toth opened her mouth and began to caress her man with her unusually long tongue, his hot broken limbs stuck to her oversized taste buds as he struggled. She chuckled telepathically and transmitted “Looks like I win this round big boy…” “Sure about that?” Hedlan chuckled back. As he did a massive shockwave shook Toth violently, and allowed Hedlan to escape her tongue as he began to rocket upwards. Hedlan explained instantly what had happened to her lover. “It was your breasts. They aren’t just triple Ds anymore, they’re the size of buildings. Moreover, you released lighter liquids when you started to flip yourself upside down, only now after a few moments, the heavier liquid is replacing them and reacting to gravity as well. That shockwave that shook your chest was the tons of weight finally catching up to the rest of you. Meanwhile your tongue has smothered me in reaction agent, as a result even in this increased pressure, my body is expanding at a much faster rate than those exercises allowed me. According to my stats, I’m now 5000lbs and 41 meters tall, closing in on almost half your size, meanwhile, you’ve foolishly allowed your lower half to be exposed above you…” There was a tug between Toths’ thighs as Hedlan grabbed onto them with immense strength her eyes widened as a powerful smack reverberated across her body as he struck her ass with a flat hand with insane speed. “That was a very bad girl trying that… Very bad indeed… Bad girls like that need some kind of punishment…. Hmm…” Toth struggled to regain her footing, but due to the nature of the heavier liquids in her breasts, she found that her body wouldn’t straighten up while this tiny man was holding her ass in a lighter zone, her strength turned out to be her weakness as without the flexibility she couldn’t fix herself fast enough. Meanwhile, Hedlan had diverted all the re-agent from Toth’s tongue into his cock, which now was disproportional from the rest of Hedlan’s body, extending long past his knees and nearly to his ankles. In comparison to Toth, it was roughly the size of two of her index fingers. A warning began to appear in toth’s mind as she struggled to find a means of adjusting herself: “Warning Hymenical Seal Broken”. Up above, Hedlan was ecstatic as he’d begun stage 2. As his powerful arms forced her legs apart his body became immersed in her potent concoction of energy and accelerant as it dispersed into the water around them. This was hyper-expansion, a sensation he hadn’t felt for years, nor did he believe was even possible for his body to perform at this size and pressure. It was different in the depths of the ocean, there isn’t much to compare your size to, the only two things that clued Hedlan into how much he was growing were his system alerts, and Toth’s rapidly shrinking body. He started off as half her size, but with each thrust felt his newfound strength increase dramatically. Toth meanwhile knew she was almost out of time, in minutes he’d be bigger than her and he’d absolutely destroy her. His cock inside of her was swelling with each thrust, reaching deeper and deeper until to her horror, she found the massive thing pushing out a small bump under her abs, signaling it could expand no further… Without ripping her womb apart… Hedlan had allowed his meat to endure the most growth as just like with Levidicus, the more dick to go around, the more chemicals he could absorb and secrete. It was monstrous, with his testicles the size of bean-bag-chairs under him bashing against her barren ass cheeks with a soft thud with each thrust like a boat idling near a dock during a storm. He couldn't see his cock at all, and didn’t dare even think about removing it when the rush of expansion was this strong, but judging by the increase resistance to his thrust, he figured he’d hit the bottom and allowed his growth to extend to other areas. Soon, he felt the tide of battle shift in his favor as his arms became wide enough to hold both of his lovers legs with an iron grip. It was at this point that Toth knew the battle was over and instead diverted all her extra energy toward processing the pleasure. The little man inside of her quickly expanded from reaching her hips, to reaching her navel, to her breasts, and soon, she felt the warm agony of her abominable wall being pressure-washed from the inside by a seemingly endless stream of hot cum. Eventually Hedlan relaxed and slowly removed his meat from the sticky mass of shredded tissue and swiftly cooling cum left of his partner’s abdomen. He didn’t notice it, but the water around the two was actively boiling from the intense reactions. His systems were taking much longer to process as his body worked overtime to connect new layers of nerves to his expanding brain. Eventually he got the results back: Current Height: 103 meters. Current Weight: 9932lbs Expected Strength: 25,300lbs of resistance. Warning: Mental activity slowed to reduce processing power. “Fucking hell, that’s so much power…” Toth’s crippled body was slightly smaller than Hedlan’s now, and even with all her augmentations, was struggling to repair the damage, all the while her ass is still dangling above her. Suddenly a warning appeared: “Partner’s mental stability compromised, incoming interaction is no longer avoidable, do you wish to terminate session?” Toth was scared, her man was already so much bigger and she had nothing left to offer him in terms of energized fluids. But he didn’t care about that anymore, he couldn’t, his mind had been fried out by the expansion. All that was left was his primal urges and deepest desires… And her ass was floating helplessly in front of him with his slowly recovering cock pressed against her face. “Do you wish to terminate?” “No. Bring it on big boy.” If it killed her she wasn’t going to show cowardice in front of Hedlan, her recklessness and his lust for power were what made the two so compatible in the first place. Still, while she’d never admit it, she felt fear and despair as those giant fingers gripped her throat and a monstrous 30-meter cock was pushed further into her mouth. She only lasted long enough to feel his massive tongue stretch across her thighs before her body underwent an emergency coma shutdown to preserve her consciousness. Thankfully, despite the damage to her body, throat and jaw, her brain had survived with only minor concussions from two large testicles slamming into her repeatedly. Hedlan meanwhile was not nearly as effective at growing while in his lowered mental state. Sloppy tongue work, didn’t even try to keep her stimulated with his fingers, hell near the end his cock ripped her jaw clean off. Despite this however, the pressure of the wave-gym still slowly continued his expansion process until Toth’s body could fit in Hedlan’s hand. It wasn’t until Hedlan’s mind rebooted that the full severity of the situation hit him. As he awoke he looked around and saw he was still in the ocean. His mind quickly updated him “Sir, you’ll be pleased to know that you’ve now set a new personal record in height (134m) , mass (10,984lbs), and expected strength (38,000lbs).” This surprised Hedlan, he wasn’t used to waking up to a new record or even waking up to this size… Suddenly it came back to him as fear gripped his mind: “Toth”. He frantically searched around but couldn’t see her at all, it wasn’t until he looked up to see her floating unconsciously above him that the reality of his situation hit him. He blasted himself upwards off the 11,000lbs layer to inspect her body, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Her brain was intact and functional, thus, she was alive. Still, Hedlan didn’t waste any time and quickly started to ascend the waters as fast as he could. As he swam upwards he had to take extra care that the sudden reduction of pressure wouldn’t harm Toth. Eventually he managed to meet up with the same athletes he sank past before and transmitted the distress call into them. They dropped everything and took Toth to the surface, stopping only briefly to marvel at the 130 meter tall giant among giants handing the still massive girl to them. At this range, Hedlan could communicate with the company finally. “SOS we have a severely damaged experimental model 96 coming up, priority 1.” And while it wasn’t transmitted, Hedlan was almost certain he could hear Naple groan: “Damn it Hedlan, not again…” It took time for Hedlan to replace the water inside his body with the lighter water, this was done not out of the necessity to swim upwards (he was fairly certain he could breach the atmosphere with the power behind his thighs now) but to prevent massive releases of almost invisible heavier water from being released and potentially crushing a lighter swimmer beneath him. But eventually he was able to breach the surface with a powerful shockwave against the otherwise undisturbed waters. Citizens all over the platform stood in awe of the gargantuan beast before them, like a lovecraftian monster this chiseled adonis with the strength to crush mountains with a single flick of his wrist burst from the calm sea, his pectorals glistening in the sunset as his breathing displaced the crack between the swollen muscles by several yards with each heave, his arms majestically covered in a variety of muscles ranging in thickness from the size of an extension cord, to that of a city bus, all crammed together in a perfect pattern like a fractal image drawn by Davinci. His abdominal layers didn’t work together like the breathing was coming from his lungs, they worked separately as if each mound was breathing for itself desperate for air like pigs suckling their mother’s teets. Beneath the waves the 500lb bodybuilders were in for a treat, the water crashed and flowed all over his chiseled legs and ass, while his powerful cock and boulder sized testicles radiated power like knowing a construction site is active by the sound it emits. As Hedlan lifted himself out of the water and onto the platform, the droplets of water sticking to his enormous back and legs caused massive waves to crash beneath him. Hedlan had already been updated about Toth’s condition, it’d be days before she’d be conscious again, but she would be fine. She’d need a new body of course, but there would be no long-term damage. Byron was waiting for Hedlan when he got up there, and for the first time, Byron looked up to Hedlan’s immense goliath of a figure. “Well well well, seems like we got a new poster child in town.” “Yeah a new poster child for the dangers of over-expansion, you were INCHES away from committing the first murder on this planet in 400 years!” Naple interjected from somewhere telepathically. “She’s alright though yes?” Hedlan replied “Barely!” Naple proclaimed. “And… I’ve got some bad news Hedlan…” Hedlan looked at his friend with worry as Byron attempted to do all he could to avoid eye contact. “The hive… Has reviewed your readings and the… incident… They’ve pulled your upgrade permits and banned you from all future upgrades for the time being…” Naple explained as he climbed out of Byron’s ear. “Just like me…” Byron said softly with sadness in his eyes. “So… This is my plateau… The biggest I’ll ever be?” “Yes… Unless science evolves… This will be you…” A silence between the three seemed to stretch out for eternity. “If… that’s the case, do I need to look for new employment?” “No, I pulled some strings and we’ve got a whole new set up for you, working with Byron!” “I’m sorry but I don’t think climbing inside the poster-child of titan-sport augmentations and apparel is as appealing to me as it is to you.” “Climbing inside? Oh no, you’re his new rival.” “Wait I’m the new…” A sudden realization flashed inside of Hedlan which brought a smile to his face. “So what you’re saying is I don’t actually get anything by compressing myself anymore.” “Uh… No. I guess, you’ll still need to workout but I don’t think compression is even allowed for you any more.” Byron chuckled. “Guess I’ll just have to get bigger the old-fashioned way from now on… Now, if you boys excuse me, I’m going to go talk to those giantesses down on south street, I promised Toth I wouldn’t waste time mopping about when I could be snapping someone’s spine in her place…” —-----------------------------------------------------------
  2. So, I thought I was done, but then I failed NNN, so now the rest of you have to fail it too Ch 1 - Hedlan’s Birthday Hedlan awoke once again to the sensational vibrations his pectorals were programmed to. He loved that smooth hum as he awoke from another blissful twelve hour recharge. It rippled across his toned body as his most evolved muscle, his brain, began to check the status of his beloved anatomy in nanoseconds. Before he could will his eyes to open, Hedlan’s mind had processed over twelve terabytes of data obtained from his recharge process. 79% regularity. 12% functionality innovation updates fully installed. 0.001% anatomical failure, corrected, error time - 23 nanoseconds. This was a meager blip, but Hedlan knew reporting this minor issue would reward him with another four thousand credits of nanowear innovations. The report continued: Experimental compatibility with temporary host unit: 83%. A 30% increase over the previous stand-in. Second interaction imperative for credit authorization. “Ah yes” Hedlan thought to himself privately. “Cindra… She *was* 83% compatible… Great, but still nothing compared to Toth, damn… When is Toth going to recover? What day is it…” Nanoseconds later, the report finished with one final note for the day: “The Time is Seven O Clock, November 93rd in the year 99,220,220. And in addition, it is your 2016th birthday.” “Hmm…. Is it?” Purred the blonde bombshell resting upon Hedlan’s massive chest. Hedlan chuckled. “I suppose it is. My my how time flies.” Cindra’s eye glowed slightly as she received her own update. “Damn… Structural integrity only recovered 49%...” “Oof. I am off my game. A slender… What? Type 15 build, even with augments shouldn’t have recovered 55%.” Hedlan replied. Cindra rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Try type 26 Essex class.” “Essex class? No fucking way. Guess I’m still kicking.” “Fuck yeah. Haven’t been pushed like that sense I was walking around in this bimbotic type 21:” Cindra teased as she telepathically transmitted an old picture of herself. “Mmm. Don’t make em like they used too huh.” Hedlan teased. “While the fuckbags were even better than you can imagine, the structural integrity couldn’t keep up with newer models like YOUR experimentally sexy ass… Sometimes you gotta sacrifice beauty so you don’t wake up four weeks after having your cybernetic mind fucked out your own ass.“ “I know, why do you think the Hive paired your. *Licks lips* Structurally stable body with me?” “Mmm… I don’t know. Terrible decision.” “Firmware says we got one last interaction to authorize the transaction.” “Did it now? Hmm… Well what a shame… I really was looking forward to the three moons festival this friday…. But fuck it, there’s always next decade.” Ch 2 - Extremely Optimized Cindra was a somewhat out of date model, roughly two years without a proper upgrade. Still her luxury essex class selection allowed her to be paired with Hedlan as the best substitute candidate for him to workout with. Hedlan, is a top-of-the-line body builder. He updates himself nightly to optimize his body in every way he, or rather, the Bioware corporation, can. To make it in the Bioware industry in these times, you need massive augmentations daily just to compete. Each day, Hedlan compresses his body down overnight to install and re-charge every last cell in his body. When he awakes he is roughly 7’3” tall, the shortest he’ll be all day. His skeleton is constantly secreting a variety of chemicals to encourage muscular growth, and expands at a rate of roughly 2.5 inches each hour. Each muscle group is continuously charged and exercised on their own. This was at first thought to be the main limitation to muscular acceleration. That is, until the innovation of Sexual Interaction Boosting. More effective than steroids, a chemical called “Lib-300” was generated in a host body. On its own it has numerous, well perhaps not negative but certainly undesired traits when it came to body building. It would encourage massive fat deposits until the compound matured. Afterwhich, if ingested fresh, it would supercharge a secondary host’s muscular system, causing their muscular ability to balloon at insane rates while not compromising the cardiovascular, neural, or cybernetic enhancements. The practical upshot of this was Sexual Interaction Boosting, in which a typically female candidate would produce Lib-300 in excess, specifically at key anatomical areas of their body: The glutes, the thighs, and each breast. From there, sexual interaction would act as a sort of super-juiced workout for the typically male partner, who would receive the chemical through special receptors on the tongue for the upper half of the body, the genitals for the lower half, and in addition, the skin as well, which while not as effective, would end up absorbing roughly 32% of excess Lib-300 excreted by the partner. The Lib-300 lasts for mere moments, but when it interacts with the body in large quantities, it can promote muscular growth for hours, so as to continuously supply the host with the euphoric feeling of becoming stronger, which is simply more errotic and desirable than perhaps any other sensation Hedlan experienced in his two thousand plus years of existence. Each partner is continuously being updated and evaluated on ways to improve the interaction process. For instance, Cindra is equipped with magnetic gravity enhancement in her ass and cervix. This allows her body to begin the process by filling air pockets with charged helium, making her lighter than a feather, and after a short while forcing her into a state of buoyancy that should rocket her out of the atmosphere. Only by Hedlan gripping her with an extreme force of over 9 tons per-square-milimeter, can Cindra prevent herself from slamming against the ceiling. In addition, Cindra can fluctuate randomly, forcing Hedlan to adapt between needing to exert extreme force downwards, or upwards. However, this is little challenge for Hedlan’s body, which after a mere forty minutes of immaculate exercise for his torso, triceps, abdominals, and tongue is ready for stage two. In order to accelerate the growth process, a newer feature of Hedlan’s workout is the process of using a special chemical, stored in the left orange-sized testicle, as a catalyst inside of Cindra’s esophagus. By coaxing the chemical out of Hedlan, Cindra can absorb charge from the chemical. This in turn drives every nerve cluster in Cindra’s body into overdrive and improves Lib-300 production by 300% (while simultaneously driving Cindra into a heightened state of madness in which every form of pleasure becomes more blissful by the moment. Even the air molecules moving through her toes can be felt if she is able to absorb a full stomach full. However, this is an increasingly difficult challenge as while the process is ongoing, Hedlan’s magnificent cock has expanded considerably. During phase one, the cock maintained almost no growth due to restraining himself to oral interaction. However, once stage two begins, Hedlan’s member begins to make up for lost time, expanding from his initial size of nine inches at a rate of 0.5 inches every minute, until the optimal size of 3 feet is reached. In the mean time, Cindra can’t allow herself to eject the cock, even to take a breath. This is why her lungs are equipped with methods of absorbing oxygen effectively without the use of her throat, and her throat is lined with titanium stabilizers to prevent… most damage. For the next hour and seven minutes, Cindra’s throat is brutally fucked by Hedlan’s monster cock. All the while, Hedlan has grown considerably. Before stage two, Hedlan was somewhat lopsided, with a massive upper body build of over 300lbs of compressed muscle in each arm, in addition to 470lbs in the chest, abdominals, and other areas above his stomach. While his legs and cock were still massive, but nowhere near as egregiously oversized as the rest of his build. However now, the adonis has leveled out, with Hedlan’s cybernetic brain now frantically shifting the flow of Lib-300 to his ass to round his glutes out with extra layers of muscular perfection. At which point, poor Cindra suffered a catastrophic failure of her esophageal support, forcing her to rip the now two foot nine inches cock from her gut as it filled with Hedlan’s emergency release of the chemical. This annoyed Hedlan somewhat, as while he knew Cindra would heal in a few days, the rate of Lib-300 production would be severely compromised at only 200% increase, if he was lucky. Never the less, he couldn’t let the past two hours go to waste, and spun Cindra around for phase three. In phase three, Cindra will be excreting massive amounts of Lib-300 from her breasts and vaginal walls, causing swelling. Meanwhile, every last drop of the delicious secretion is fueling Hedlan with a roided sense of power and immense growth rate as the beast would continue to swell greedily with power and determination as he squeezed and fucked every drop of the compound he could from what was left of Cindra as she entered a blissful coma of pleasure that would last for days. Inside, Hedlan felt like a machine, pumping and sucking in every way he could to trigger the maximum amount of reaction from Cindra. It wasn’t just lust, it was calculated. His mind burned at the number of calculations being done to control his tongue, while waiting ever so patiently to engage his cock again, which when flexed would stimulate a magnetic field absorbing and stimulating every micrometer of Cindra’s nether regions. Outside, Hedlan was pulsing larger and larger as he quickly grew past eight feet tall. His pectorals, while only a mere meter in width each, were now jetting a solid foot out from his body and weighed easily 400lbs apiece. Each commanded an arm the size of a refrigerator, with the muscular complexity of a super-computer. Thousands upon thousands of micro-layers of muscle worked together to give Hedlan the power to crush mountains with a squeeze. His legs rose to the size of tree trunks, and his abdominals began production of a new matrix of blood vessels just to provide the space to add another row of rock hard chest stones. Despite the limitations of Cindra’s throat, her ass and vagina were more than capable of handling Hedlan’s rapidly expanding four foot monster cock as it evolved and matured to allow new methods of pleasure to reach Hedlan’s brain. After a mere thirty minutes however, poor Cindra had reached a critical state and could produce no more. As his growth slowed, Hedlan sighed. “Damn, used up and I’m only as good as a mark 90… Whatever.” He thought to himself. “I’m out of time. HIVE,” he stated addressing the globally shared hivemind system, “Ensure Cindra gets home in one peace, and in the mean time, I’ll need an emergency boost of Lib-300 from another host before work, otherwise those bastards at Muscle-Management will wipe the floor with us. “ Telepathically he ended the message and started to walk to work. As he got up Cindra awoke dazed, with her brain functioning at 30% capacity. “You’re going out without getting dressed?” Hedlan just smiled and said “Why?” imprinting the image of his supercharged chest into her brain as she passed out once again. Ch 3 - Going to work - As Hedlan stepped outside he felt the warm radiation of the sun kiss his skin. He never understood why but he loved the way light bounced off of him, particularly while he was still dripping in a thick layer of sex-based sweat and biological compounds. In the breeze the salty wind of the ocean core beneath the floating platform sent the smell of fresh delicacies rising from the food pits below. Before Hedlan was a bodybuilder, he started off as a chef’s apprentice deep down by the shores, hardly ever feeling the sensation of sunlight. He left eventually to pursue his own passion, but as a child he understood why they’d stay down there, the taste of such food is sublime when it’s fresh, and it isn’t to be exchanged for any substitute. To do so would be a disservice, not just to the meal, but the craft itself. That’s what motivated Hedlan. Perfection and respect for his craft. Only to him, it wasn’t the milliseconds between flipping the grill, but the flow of blood and energy within his own complex body. Pressuring each layer of muscle until it fractured perfectly, and healing the organic pattern as quickly as possible, just to shatter it again. Like his own body was his own pottery and he was a master of Kintsugi. “I don’t understand these firewall inefficiencies” rang out a voice in Hedland’s mind. “I can’t be late for Armada practice again”. “I love the smell of fresh herbs blowing in the morning.” “I should surprise my lover at work today…” Hedlan lowered the volume of these voices as he approached the local gathering spot. Idle dribble isn’t what he was interested in overhearing from other people’s minds. However, as he stepped into view in front of the grassy clearing, a few turned heads and glances blared at the perfect volume inside his head: “Fuck, let me get some of that hunk.” “Fuck me, I haven’t felt aroused by a male in decades…” “That beast… I wouldn’t last a minute with that monster… Maybe I should upgrade…” “Please. Please notice me. Please. I need it. I need to feel that hot god against my skin… I want to lick those muscles clean…” Hedlan grinned and produced a small nod at the thirsty woman giving that last open thought, whose face went red as she turned her thoughts back to private. As he continued walking across the soft dry grass, more and more thoughts like that massaged his ego until it matched his enormous proportions. In the open public of the Alpha Centauri Heart Planet it was common to see humanoid variants ranging in size from a meager three feet, to twenty foot goliaths twice the size of Hedlan both clothed and baren. However, towards the southern side of the coastal plateau, was the sinful Muscle Beach. A libidinous stretch of over three miles, where the thick crowd of muscular adonises would flair their bodies in conjunction with each other. From one end of the beach to another, was an endless swarm of mostly naked figures caressing and fawning over superior specimens. The air of this region was actually laced with a byproduct from the Lib-300 production factories below known as W-Tin-K, and while at first options were weighed to fix this issue, it soon proved to not only be difficult, but undesirable and counterproductive to the economy and tourism. W-Tin-K is a powerful hallucinogenic compound that’s quickly broken down by oxygen, its effects vary from subject to subject. Those who ingest this substance are filled with a harmonic lust towards the most powerful specimen in the area, where their minds are slowly corrupted by the euphoric sensation of licking and touching a specimen stronger than oneself. While this sounds concerning, over seven thousand years of research has gone into the study of W-Tin-K, and no concernable link between health and ingestion of W-Tin-K has been found. Survival on the beach is somewhat determined by one’s ability to handle W-Tin-K and perhaps more importantly: The ability to handle other people Jacked out of their minds on the chemical as well. While a few horny utopian citizens licking your legs up and down is fun, a body that isn’t built to handle the inner crowds of the area will be savagely ripped apart by dozens of lust-crazed beasts. It’s for this reason that the southern beach was where Hedlan’s personal back-up for Lib-300 would be found, as any Lib-300 producing beast that could survive here would be able to take monsters ten times Hedlan’s current ability with no issue. The Hive directed Hedlan deeper and deeper into the crowd as the muscular quality and size of the men and women around him increased to match himself as more and more of those smaller than him began to delve deeper and deeper into acts of passion for their current master. Finally, Hedlan finally found who he was looking for. A young stud, merely nine hundred years old, his mind lost for days, perhaps even months, within his seemingly endless pursuit to be drowned in the cum of the gods he helped to build. His name was Levidicus. Hedlan glazed over him, his mind not even for a moment distracted by the other beasts in the distance larger or the pathetic simps clawing at his legs. Levidicus was a massive specimen just shy of Hedlan’s height at a staggering 8 foot 10”. All of it raw muscle, of course, he didn’t have the sensation of growing to such an expanse each day like Hedlan, rather Levidicus would start and end each day the same size. A thought Hedlan pitied him for. However, aside from that Levidicus was perfect. Estimated a 95% compatibility with himself. His pectorals glowing with Lib-300 as he was built to produce the chemical endlessly, however Hedlan didn’t have that kind of time. He needed to bring Levidicus to stage three quickly. However, without speaking a word, the Hive informed them both of the issue at hand. Levidicus was no object to be used. He was a savage animal that needed to be tamed. He wouldn’t give up his throne of power to bow to anyone, and if he would, Hedlan would have to prove he owned it. Both of them knew from the start, exactly who would rein supreme, but with a cocky grin, and a grip of his own python, Levidicus made it very clear he wasn’t going to make it easy. Once again, Hedlan started with stage 1. Thankfully, the various other members of the area had already begun the activation process, direct interaction was all that was necessary. So, Hedlan primed his tongue and gripped his adversary by the balls and began. “Ah… Oh fuck yes. Finally. A bitch who knows his place. MMMmmm. Damn straight… You suck that cock boy. You suck that fucking pole. You know who I am bitch… I’m your fucking daddy…. Don’t forget it. Half your age, but twice your worth. You hear that you god damn peasant. If you dare take your lips off that cock, I’ll flip you over and fill your ass with it too… I’m your god damn boss now, your fucking GOD. I demand this worship.” While Levidicus teased Hedlan about the process, Hedlan was not so prideful to feel even slightly inferior. He knew what was to come. If a sense of superiority helped Levidicus reach climax faster, good. It didn’t distract Hedlan from the thousands of micro-movements his mouth was performing any more than the gusts of hot sex-soaked wind swirling around them. All it took was a few more minutes of bucking before Levidicus finally broke mentally. “Shit. Fuck. DAMN! Oh fuck tiger. Looks like I’m about to let the dam break. MMM! Good. I bet your sick fuck ass loves this part.” And with that Hedlan grinned a warm white cum-stained grin as the familiar feeling of growth reached his chest again. It was slow, but he knew it was there. Hedlan wasted no time. He spun Levidicus around and prepared to inject his own chemical in the most effective way possible for stage two. “WOah there baby. Be gentle now!” Leviticus begged through gritted teeth as Hedlan wasted no time pumping his swollen four foot cock deep into Leviticus’s perfect bouncy ass. “Ah… AH! FUck… THat… THAT ALL YOU GOT BITCH BOY!” Levidicus screamed as Hedlan’s fat member began to swell to even more inhuman proportions inside of him. “I CAN TAKE THIS ALL DAY!” “I’m sure you can Levi, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to speed this up…” Hedlan spoke softly into Levi’s ears. A small glance of fear appeared in Levidicus’s eyes as Hedlan directed all his growth to his genitals and flexed. “YOU FUCKING BITCH! OH THAT’S JUST NOT GAH! FAIR! OH… FUCK…” Hedlan gripped Levi’s firm yet shrinking tree-trunk like legs as he rammed his cock inside him for the final push. Like a bottle of champagne, Hedlan released the chemical into Levi’s body where it quickly began driving Levidicus to a new heightened level of pleasure and production as his internal organs were only just barely saved from decimation by a powerful pressurized burst from Hedlan’s expanding cock. As Levi’s mind began to succumb to the blur of pleasure and synapse limitations, he looked up to see the man who just minutes ago was almost his height, now towering above him at a menacing ten feet. “Now for the fun part.” Hedlan grinned evilly as Levi’s eyes lit up with fear and lust. Levi’s body was glowing from the insane amount of liquid being forced to his surface. As his mind raced to process it all, he was discovering new ways to climax. His throat erupted with a sweat bile he’d never tasted, which Hedlan drank from his lips as he squeezed his body to it’s limit like a juice-box. While at first he figured his cock would be left disappointingly free, like so many others only interested in his Lib-300 production, Hedlan was a professional, and was actively using his matrix of expanding abdominal muscles to maintain Levi’s climactic state for longer than Levidicus had ever experienced. His ass was expanding along with Hedlans, not due to any chemical reason, but because Hedlan’s thirsty cock was deep inside the source of what he could offer Hedlan, slurping and replacing as much of the material as he possibly could with each thrust. It was forced to expand to survive. All the while, Hedlan’s body was accelerating even more so than with Cindra. Ten foot. Eleven foot. Twelve foot. Soon, Hedlan’s massive Sixteen foot body was lifting Levi’s tiny husk like a doll Levi looked up at the monster Hedlan had become, and all he could muster was “Damn daddy… You got game…”. The rest of the beach cheered in awe as they watched the man who walked into the beach a quarter of the size he was now, walk out like it was another day at the office. For Hedlan, he was satisfied. Fifteen - five would have done fine, but sixteen would likely get him a raise. “Thinking of which, it’s likely about time I get to work…” Part 4 - Actually getting to work - Coming soon! Make sure to like and reply in the meantime. Coming soon! Make sure to like in the meantime.
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