Vaccinated

[portamivia]

I’ll put a suggestion here as a boat in the stream, let’s see if it sticks…

”Let there be some super strength in this story!”

 

 

[mmvmgo2011]

3 hours ago, portamivia said:

I’ll put a suggestion here as a boat in the stream, let’s see if it sticks…

”Let there be some super strength in this story!”

 

 

Your wish is my command.

Thanks for the suggestion - I was considering a number of possibilities... super strength it is.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-ELEVEN

“He’s waking up.”

Was that Amber?

Jake opened his eyes. Amber’s gorgeous green eyes met his. “Jake, how are you feeling?”

“Confused.”

“You’re in Alpha Memorial. You collapsed out the front of the café. You’ve been in a coma since yesterday.”

His memory slowly returned. He smiled.

Amber frowned, “Why are you smiling? You’ve been in a coma!”

Then he remembered, “Where’s Brad?”

“I’m right here, mate.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. The question is, are you okay?”

“I feel fine.” It was true. He still had the bundle of sensations in his head that was his subconscious. He could still feel the slightly elevated testosterone, keeping true to his promise to Brad to keep levels only moderately elevated.

Doctor Devon, the same doctor that treated HIM, entered the room.

“Mr Robertson, how are you feeling?”

“Fine, doc.”

“To be frank, we’re a little baffled why you collapsed. We ran a whole panoply of tests, but everything came back normal. Some of your hormones are a little out of whack. Have you taken any steroids recently? Are you on post-cycle therapy?”

“No,” he said, truthfully, though maybe he should’ve lied - it would explain the hormones.

“We even suspected an infectious agent, given the similarity of your symptoms, and your proximity – but your symptoms are different enough that we could rule that out. We really have no explanation for your coma. People don’t just fall into comas for no reason.”

“I’m not sure what to tell you, doc. I feel just fine.”

Jake wanted to cum. He wanted to test whether he could ‘hear’ his sperm.

“Well, from everything we can tell, you are fine.”

“So, can I be discharged?”

“I think so. We’ll finalise the paperwork and have you processed shortly.”

“Thanks doctor.” Doctor Devon left the room.

“How is Scott? Jason?”

“I went to see him earlier, he’s doing better. His kidney function is rebounding well, they anticipate he’ll be released tomorrow,” said Brad.

“Apparently Jason is doing well. His jaw is wired shut, he’s still amped up on painkillers.”

Amber looked concerned. “First HIM, now you. What is going on? Am I next?”

Jake and Brad shared a look.

“I don’t know,” Jake lied. “It could be a reaction to something in the lab?” It sounded plausible, at least. He didn’t like lying to her but, for now, it was easier than explaining. He needed to speak to Brad, alone.

“Amber, could you buy me a coffee from the café please?”

“Uh, sure. Latte, no sugar, right?”

“Yes, please. Thanks.”

As Amber left, Jake waited a few moments. “How are you really? Have the voices started? I wonder why you didn’t pass out?”

“I don’t have any voices. I got the brain fog you were talking about, but no voices.”

Jake considered. Things seemed to be different for Brad.

“But, I’ve been fucking HUNGRY. I can’t stop eating. And my strength levels are through the roof.”

Very different, it seems. Slight variations in genetics from person to person were not enough to explain the difference in Brad’s symptoms. Something else was going on.

“How is your sex drive?”

“I’ve had a fucking mast in my pants for the last two days. It’s been fucking awesome.”

“I need to cum, test whether I can hear the sperm.”

“I can help with that. And you can amp up your T.”

Jake’s cock began swelling. He turned the dials controlling his libido all the way up. His balls reacted almost instantly, Leydig cells squirting out testosterone, which his bloodstream delivered to his entire body, which tingled with arousal. He groaned a low, guttural sound.

Brad started unbuttoning his shirt, his barrel chest slowly being revealed. Jake thought his pecs looked denser, thicker, but it could just be his imagination. Brad continued unbuttoning, revealing his thick, strong core. He didn’t really have abs, in the traditional sense, but he was not fat, and did not have a belly - just a thick wall of powerful muscle. Brad was hairier than Jake, but he generally kept his body hair trimmed to a light fuzz of dark fur.

Jake’s cock was now at full mast as Brad had fully unbuttoned his shirt, spreading it open, revealing more of his body. There was definitely a change, Jake was not imagining it. Brad’s core WAS denser, thicker than before. He was not bigger, but Jake would bet anything that if Brad stepped on a set of scales, he’d be significantly heavier.

Brad shucked the shirt, tossing it aside on the only chair in the room. His arms, massive mounds of muscles, now looked denser, harder, thicker, heavier. Pre leaked from Jake’s cock. Brad’s body was changing. He’d mentioned how hungry he was, Jake guessed that his body was synthesising new muscle fibres, packing in more fibres in the same space, changing his appearance, but not his size. If Jake was right, Brad’s strength would continue going through the roof as more fibres were added, his muscle hardness and density increasing. His cock swelled painfully, begging for attention. Definitely different symptoms.

Brad began flexing. Jake grabbed his shaft and began pumping. As Brad flexed, the increasing hardness of his muscles was clear, Jake couldn’t wait to get back into the gym with Brad and test his theory. He imagined Brad lifting truly Herculean weights with relative ease, his massive muscles packed with dense fibres, giving him supra-human strength beyond even the strongest powerlifter, the strongest strongman.

****

As Brad flexed, his cock hardened. His body felt incredible. A feeling of power, virility, strength permeated his muscles, spreading throughout his body. His body felt heavier, the muscles denser. As he flexed, he could feel the increasing strength of the muscles, feel them changing, hardening, becoming more powerful. He could sense Jake was close. Brad crunched down into a most muscular pose, his entire body ballooning in size, muscle upon muscle flexing into an intoxicating display of strength, virility, masculine power.

Jake came, his cock pumping out his seed in massive arcs, sending it across the room to splatter Brad as he continued to crunch down into his most muscular pose. Brad was impressed with the power and control of Jake's ejaculation, the distance and accuracy incredible. As he continued pumping out volley after volley of cum, Jake’s massive grin told Brad everything he needed to know. Jake would soon be rooting around in Brad’s head, his sperm controlling his subconscious.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWELVE

It was exactly as HE described. As he pumped out his semen, Jake could begin to hear a new set of incoherent ‘voices’ - the ‘voices’ of his sperm - in a separate part of his brain. HE had said it was like that, at first, taking some time before the voices coalesced into a coherent stream that HE could understand.

Jake smiled, lasciviously, “Brad, we’re going to be fucking gods. Rich, powerful, massive gods.”

Brad’s stomach rumble shook the entire room. “Fuck, Jake, I’ve eaten half a cow today already, and gone through nearly three tubs of protein in the last two days.”

Jake smiled, he was definitely adding muscle fibres, masses of them, by the sounds of things. Brad was already a beast. Super beast mode activated, he thought.

Amber returned with three coffees. She laughed as she saw Jake’s dick tenting the covers, and Brad covered in jizz. Brad looked different, she noticed, he looked… harder, was the only way she could describe it. He wasn’t bigger, just harder, denser, thicker.

“Let me help you with that,” she said to Brad as she began licking up Jake’s cum; she couldn’t get enough of his delicious ambrosia.

Brad’s stomach rumbled again, somehow even louder than before. “I need to go and find some food, or my stomach is going to start digesting me from the inside out.”

****

Scott was bored. Brad had been in to see him earlier, telling him his uncle had collapsed, but that the doctors think he’ll be okay. That was the entire excitement for the day.

Hospitals are the worst. His phone battery had long since died, daytime TV was all bullshit, so he had nothing to do but sit and think.

About his dad, about his uncle, about Uncle Jake’s abilities. Slowly, he hatched a plan. A ridiculous plan, to be sure, one that he wasn’t sure his uncle would agree with, but he was sure he’d be able to convince him.

****

HE finished his workout, feeling fatigued, but also strong, powerful. HE was improving in leaps and bounds, and HIS body was already showing results. HE showered and drove back home.

Back home, HE’d discovered his silent alarm had been tripped. Someone had accessed the samples storage.

HE began reviewing the security logs and cameras. Something was going on, and HE was going to get to the bottom of it.

[portamivia]

Squeeee!! A very happy reader, here!

 

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-THIRTEEN

“That’s Nonna, Jake’s neighbour. What the fuck?”

HE and Amber sat, reviewing edits of the security footage that HE’d put together. The samples storage had been accessed, a number of times. But HE’d discovered some much more troubling footage.

It was Monday morning. The doctors had decided that they did not want to discharge Jake yet, monitoring his hormone levels and wanting to see them normalise before agreeing to discharge him. Of course, Jake could instantly restore them to normal (though it would take time for levels in his blood to taper off or build up), but they didn’t know that. With each test, his results were normalising, so it was likely he’d be discharged that afternoon.

“How did she gain access? Why?”

“I don't know, but keep watching.”

Nonna was accessing the samples - the prior version samples - and drawing up three doses.

“What the hell?”

HE did not have cameras in the bedrooms, or upstairs, but the footage showed Nonna heading upstairs.

“My best guess, she injected us with a dose of the previous version, Version 33E, whereas we were testing Version 33F.”

The labelling scheme was fairly simple, the number represented the version of the main DNA sequence tested, whilst the letters represented the delivery mechanism.

“But why?”

“Keep watching.”

The video jumped to the afternoon shift of the test. Jake was drawing up three doses.

“No! He didn’t!”

The video showed him heading upstairs.

“That fucker injected me with an untested, unproven vaccine!”

“It also gets worse, I’m afraid.”

The video jumped forward to a few days ago. It showed Jake and Brad - Jake injecting himself with Version 33F, Brad with Versions 33E and 33F.

Amber was livid. “He stole samples, injected us without our knowledge, and then stole more samples and injected himself. It seems Good Guy Jake is not such a good guy. What I don’t understand is why?”

“I can’t explain Nonna, or him injecting us originally, but I have a pretty good idea why he and Brad were injecting the other day.”

HE went on to explain the ability HE now had with his sperm. Amber, as a scientist, was fascinated. As a person, she was horrified at the potential for abuse.

“So they were trying to induce the ability in themselves. But Brad has only had two doses, one old version, one new version. You and Jake each have three doses, two old, one new. Will that have the same effect on Brad? And, presumably, I’ve only had two doses of the old version.”

“I don’t know what effect it will have on Brad, but I don’t believe it will be the same. There seems to be some sort of interaction between delivery viruses E and F, even though the main DNA sequence is the same, which significantly alters the vaccine’s effect in the body.”

Amber thought back to yesterday, and the changes in Brad’s body, his unnatural hunger.

****

A few days before the 48 hour test had begun, Jake had visited Nonna. She wanted help changing a lightbulb. She recalled his T-shirt riding up as he’d stretched up to change the bulb, his glorious treasure trail and magnificent abs peeking out, making Nonna a very happy old woman, indeed. Between that and his bubble butt in her face as he stood on the ladder… if only she were a few decades younger.

She had insisted he sit and have a coffee with Nonna. They were talking, and he mentioned his work, mentioned that they were reviewing HIS work, and that Jake had discovered a side effect of the vaccine that he believed would enable him to more easily add more muscles. This seemed to make him very happy.

She had been enraptured, paying close attention to what he was saying, and asking surprisingly detailed questions. He didn’t think to wonder why she was so interested, believing she was just lonely and making conversation.

But, no, her Jake wanted muscoli, she would do whatever needed to be done to help her Jake achieve his goals.

When he mentioned the 48 hour test, picking up some prepped meals, she seized her opportunity. She followed him in a cab, waiting for her chance.

He’d described the samples storage, and how much a single dose was. She injected all three of them, so as to remove any suspicion from Jake - if he was the only one injected, they’d all suspect him.

Jake would rather take his chances against the toughest bruiser than a determined, little old Italian woman. It seems he had good reason for his beliefs.

[LorianofLothric]

Didn’t see that twist coming! Watch out for Nonna And it looks like a BIG confrontation is looming on the horizon. Hopefully Jake keeps his cool this time.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FOURTEEN

Brad had emptied his fridge and freezer of all food, he’d finished another three tubs of protein powder, and he was still hungry. His stomach rumbled loudly. “I JUST fucking ate you insatiable cunt!”

Jake had not mentioned any of these effects. Why was he experiencing different symptoms? And what about the voices?

None of that mattered. What mattered now is he needed food.

He drove to the gym, where he had more protein powder. On the way, he ordered fast food burgers. Ten, quadruple patty burgers. “Yes, ten quadruple patties,” he’d had to confirm.

By the time he arrived at the gym, he’d eaten five of them, his stomach still rumbling loudly.

He made himself a protein powder sludge - there was more powder than liquid, and downed it, eating another burger.

Brad had never been particularly concerned with his weight. He had never competed, not being able to cut enough for that, and he was not interested in powerlifting competitions. But he was concerned now. He’d eaten a shit tonne of food in the last few days and, like the burgers, not all of it clean.

He approached the scales, warily. He stepped on.

They must be malfunctioning, he thought. He headed to the front desk, “Charlotte, when was the last time the scales were checked and calibrated?”

She checked the computer for the record, “Six months ago. They should be good for at least another year.”

Strange. He grabbed a few plates. He was too preoccupied with his weight to notice how light they felt.

He piled four plates on the scales, and they read exactly 81.647 kg (180 pounds). He frowned.

The scales were telling him he’d gained over 30kg (66lbs) in the last few days. He still couldn’t believe it. He removed the plates, re-racking them.

He spotted Tony, one of the regulars. “Tony, mate, do me a favour, jump on the scales, would you?”

“Sure. Why, they off?”

“I’m not sure.”

Tony stepped on. “Seem fine to me. Reading exactly what I expected.”

As Tony stepped off, Brad stepped back on. Tony’s eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. “Holy shit! Mate… that’s… FUCK.” Tony’s bulge grew.

Fuck, indeed. Brad’s cock was also getting hard as he realised the scales were correct. He grabbed a tape measure and quickly measured his waist, chest, upper arms, forearms and quads. No change, each measurement was exactly the same as it had been 30+ kilograms ago.

His stomach rumbled. Brad quickly finished off the remaining burgers, and downed them with a double protein shake.

He headed over to the gym’s mirrors, and stripped down to his boxer briefs. His briefs, already tented, were now pushed out obscenely, the waistband pulling down and out from his waist as his cock fought against the fabric. His entire body was a rock hard, dense mass of muscle. He was never flabby, but his muscles had always had a softer, rounded look to them. Not any more. Now, they looked harder than granite. Yet he was not an inch bigger in any measurement. Just 30+ kilograms more muscle packed into the same space. His briefs were wet with his pre.

It was time to see what the extra 30kg of muscle could do.

He loaded a barbell with his bicep curl 1-rep max. He grabbed the bar and curled, expecting it to take massive effort. Instead, he lifted it with ease. His muscles writhed as they flexed, his forearms doubling in size as he gripped the bar. His biceps leapt up, fighting with his forearms for space at the top of the rep. He continued the reps - rep after rep, not a hint of fatigue, or lactic acid build up. His cock twitched, his arousal rising as he continued testing his strength.

He loaded more weight on the bar. The current strict barbell curl world record was around 114kg (251lbs), from memory. Brad loaded up the bar to this weight. He curled it with ease. FUCK. YES! His muscles pumped, he added more weight. The heaviest curl ever, though with no doubt shitty form (there seemed to be no footage of the lift, performed back in the mid 1980's), was around 200kg (440lbs). Brad loaded up 175kgs - he didn’t want to push things too far, too quickly.

Curling the bar, he performed a couple of reps with perfect form, though by the fourth rep he was struggling, he completed it. He did the rough sums in his head - his 1 rep max was around 480lbs (~218kgs) - smashing the record, and with perfect form! He came, soaking his briefs. He put his sweats and T-shirt back on and went off to find out what else his new rig could do.

[mmvmgo2011]

4 minutes ago, LorianofLothric said:

Didn’t see that twist coming! Watch out for Nonna And it looks like a BIG confrontation is looming on the horizon. Hopefully Jake keeps his cool this time.

LOL, yep. Italian grandmothers always get their way. One way or another.

[mmvmgo2011]

CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FIFTEEN

Jake was horny, yet again. He was working himself up, cumming multiple times, trying to speed up the onset of the sperm ability, in case it was the number of times cumming that fully activated the voices. And, if not, well, he was enjoying trying.

Nurse Jackson entered the room. He shifted the covers, hiding his erection. She was petite, with golden ebony skin, and a rack to die for. Jake smiled. Her nurses uniform hugged her curves, and was barely long enough to not be considered pornographic. It was fucking perfect.

“Nurse Jackson. Just in time.”

“Just in time for what?”

Jake shifted the covers, revealing his tentpole holding up the covers. She made a note in Jake’s chart. “Penile tumescence normal.”

Not exactly what he had in mind.

“That’s not what I meant. I could use a hand. Or two, a mouth, tits, an arse, a snatch.”

Nurse Jackson laughed. “You’re obviously an attractive man, there are men and women that go crazy for someone with your face, your body. But you’re barking up the wrong tree, I’m afraid. My wife and I are very happy.”

Odd, Jake could normally pick them. He knew of at least one lesbian that, if not converted, was now bisexual thanks to his… skills, she was picky, to be sure, but his dicking had convinced her on what she was missing out on. “Do you have some mags, or a video or something, at least? Men, women, either will do.”

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll send in Ralph. Nurse Morgan was talking about you at the nurses station. He seems to have a bit of a crush. I’m sure he’ll be able to… help you.”

“Morgan, is that the tall blond with the cheeky smile and the big arms?”

“That would be him.”

Jake’s cock twitched and a glob of pre spotted the sheet.

She laughed. “I’ll let him know. I’m sure he can adjust his… rounds.” She closed the door on her way out.

****

“The question now, is what do we do?” HE asked, almost rhetorically, not expecting Amber to answer.

“I don’t really want to go to the police. Not yet. Though he’d probably go away for a long, long time. Injecting someone with an unproven vaccine is a pretty serious assault. And the evidence, while not conclusive, seems pretty damning.”

“I agree. I think it’s premature to involve the police, though it may come to that.”

HE was beginning to formulate an idea. Though HE wasn’t sure it would even be feasible. HE began explaining his idea to Amber.  Amber listened, intrigued, but unsure they could pull it off.

****

Brad continued eating. His stomach insatiable. Rather than tapering off, it seemed to be getting worse. His stomach rumbled almost constantly, now, even as soon as he’d eaten. His body was craving protein. Demanding it. In ever greater quantities. He wondered when, or even if, this symptom of the vaccination would end. He couldn’t keep up this level of eating indefinitely.

The more he ate, the faster he ate, the faster his body absorbed the protein, anabolic processes building muscle fibres, packing his muscles more and more densely. He’d also noticed new vascularity developing, his dense muscle mass requiring more blood flow to feed the muscles, to clear metabolic byproducts. He was still not defined like Jake was defined, but his muscles were so dense, so hard, so many veins feeding the dense mass, that his vascularity stood out more and more, the density and hardness of his muscles revealed through his skin even though his body fat percentage was not low enough to remove subcutaneous fat.

He’d shopped for food earlier, filling an entire grocery cart to overflowing with meat – steaks, chicken breast, lean ground beef, lean ground pork. And a second cart with carbs and vegetables, brown and white rice, wholemeal pasta, sweet potatoes. The entire rear tray of his ute was packed with groceries, and he still worried it wasn’t enough food. He’d emptied the gym of its entire stock of protein powders, making sure more was ordered - triple their usual quantity.

Not for the first time, he was envious of Jake and his “Nonna”. Maybe she would cook for him too? He’d pay her, of course.

****

Nurse Morgan, Ralph, entered the room. His uniform was tented as his dick hardened in anticipation. Patient Robertson, Jake, was fucking HOT. And, apparently, he needed help with his priapism. Or so Nurse Jackson had said.

“Nurse Morgan,” Jake had a salacious smile on his face. Ralph was hot. He was tall, broad shouldered, with closely-cropped, dirty blond hair. He was clean-shaven, no doubt making it easier to fit masks, and had bright, piercing blue eyes. He had a straight nose, with square jaw and a squared off chin. He clearly worked out, his traps pushing up his crew neck uniform, shoulders and arms stretching the sky blue fabric.

“Mr Robertson, Nurse Jackson tells me you’re having an issue with priapism.”

Jake pulled off the covers, revealing his diamond hard cock resting against his abs, the head between the cleft of his squared off pecs. He flexed as he lay back, hands behind his head.

Ralph’s eyes dilated, his bulge writhing as his cock hardened. He licked his lips, “You obviously have a problem that I need to help you with.”

He took off his uniform top, revealing his chiselled, lightly tanned body, and dropped the bottoms, his cock bouncing up, revealing he was free-balling. He was not a bodybuilder, but could easily compete in an aesthetics division, his legs were well developed, matching his chiselled torso, which was nice to see, most aesthetic types had chicken legs, hiding them in board shorts, cargoes, jeans. Jake wondered if he modelled as well as working in nursing.

He straddled Jake’s legs, his knees resting outside Jake's, and bent in for a kiss, their tongues dancing and wrestling, the undersides of their cocks pressing against one another as Ralph's body lay on Jake's, their abs and pecs pushed together.