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|Kwome was understandably overwhelmed by all the things that had just happened to him in such short time, but what shocked him the most was the fact that he now found himself surrounded by three muscle behemoths, one bigger than the other, and a whole crew of strangers that all seemed to be deeply concerned about him, for no apparent reason, since he’d never seen those guys before. I knew exactly how he felt – our location meetings were quite different (while I was found at my comfortable dorm room, he had to be rescued from a sure death), but at the end what really brought us together was the same shock to realize that there were men like other Pantheon members.
I gently put Kwome at the floor, but the little guy followed me around begging me with his eyes for an explanation, I knew he would never voice his deep rebellion against those who had just saved his life, in a mix of gratitude and fear for our reactions given our immense size and capabilities. Finally, I sat down at the especially sized seats, enjoying the opportunity as Zion and Magnus headed to the medical area. We would still have a few hours to get back home, Kwome’s anxiety grew bigger at each moment, so I just faced that it was my responsibility as Team Leader. I looked down at my little buddy and petted his head.
“I remember when I had been in that same situation myself, Kwome, back then when Pantheon located me –I was a sophomore college student, dreaming of becoming a diplomat. I never thought my life would change so much in just 6 years. One day, I just woke up and there was this gorgeous 6’3” probably over 230 pounds Italian stud comfortably sat at my living room. That epitome of manhood casually looking at my study books I almost called the police on him! But truth is he was just preparing himself to change my life once and for all” – I said slowly, being careful not to reveal too much more before the protocol directives were followed.
“What he said to me that day should sound to you as fantastic as it did to me six years ago – although it might even be easier on you Kwome, for you had just seen us in acting in our optimized states, still everything is possible when the truth about Pantheon is dropped upon a prospective member.” His face clearly displayed his ongoing feelings, nervous sweat drops ran down his forehead even though the air conditioning kept the entire plane cooled.
“Kwome, first you must understand that your location was a first time event, we never had anyone under such special circumstances, which is not fair to you, but then I can’t bend the Pantheon rules much further” I sighed once more, holding his tiny hand.
“Do you swear loyalty to the Pantheon, and accept the changes it’ll cause at your life?” I asked him solemnly. I couldn’t do anything else other than waiting for his answer.
I’m used with optimization, though sometimes it affects our perception, because that was not a small fragile guy – quite the contrary – Kwome was indeed a Nubian prince, nonetheless, he still looked perplex, his body shaking in noticeable spasms as his mind tried to comprehend what he had gotten into. He had this beautiful tight muscular body, bulging in every right places, long powerful legs, tight abdominal muscles on his flat stomach, muscular arms, wide shoulders, he was by far the best shaped third generation prospective member recruited (according to he briefing we were given, Kwome was a high-level track& field athlete with great chances to get an Olympic gold medal at the 100 meters dash)
Kwome’s hair had beautiful dreadlocks, even though he had passed for such horrible condition, his long African hairdo still looked amazing to me, it reached lower than his wide shoulders, emphasizing his magnificent, noble aspect. (I noticed his right ear had a little bruise, I concluded that he lost his ear ring during the confrontation with the kidnappers, because a man like him would never surrender without fighting)
His lips were thick, juicy, his square jaw line, high cheekbones and the long muscular neck only increased the impression I had of this young man. I considered his looks, but also remembered his previous life – he was in the verge of becoming a national hero for his so suffered country, but regardless his personal achievements in sports, the hideous political motivation for the murder of his father, forced Kwome to drop everything and take on the dreams of his father of a fairer time to his people. That was indeed a noble man, and if only becoming a Pantheon member just depended on personal merit, I couldn’t think in anyone better. Fortunately for him, Kwome also was a carrier, and that was the only condition necessary to become one member of the most powerful organization in the current times.
Suddenly, I had to struggle not to giggle while Kwome pondered, because Samson had told me that one day I would have to follow this dumb formality, having to wait for the subject’s approval which would make me go crazy with anxiety – That’s a wonderful agent – my locator but also one of my mentors, although they say that because I am from the third generation I can surpass his achievements, to me, Nicola Samson will always remain as a legend for quite sometime – I tried to do just as nicely as he did to me that day, his calm and caring tone towards me made me so tranquil that my own decision came as a natural reflect.
“Whatever reason brought you guys here, I must be really important for Pantheon, if I can help out other people like you saved me, then I can only say yes. I swear loyalty to the Pantheon and accept any further changes it might cause in my life!” – Kwome replied looking seriously into my eyes, with a nervous smile on his lips, but his body stopped shaking, he had gotten calmer – I noticed that the supporting staff started the necessary proceedings. A new member had been enlisted into the Pantheon’s legions.
“Then it is done, my fellow member, Kwome Tugandi is no more. Welcome to the Pantheon!” I said hugging him as tight as I could to avoid hurting his body (which still looked tiny to my current standards). His eyes almost popped out of his head, he tried to break up the embrace but he surely couldn’t, I simply let him go and continued my speech.
“At this very moment, everything is being arranged, your official obit will be announced, all your personal data will be deleted, it’ll be like you disappeared from the face of the Earth, then you’ll receive a new identity as a Pantheon Member, no one will be ever able to trace your former life, so your relatives and beloved ones will be safe.” (I couldn’t help but feeling my own family memories striking me down again, it is painful, but we have to do this for their own good). Kwome’s gaze seemed to weigh in what “any further changes Pantheon might cause in your life” truly meant, but at the end he just nodded – “It just means I’ll have to keep watching over the world for their sake right?”
I smiled – “We all will, dude, even the hardest guy finds this is the best way to compensate such terrible loss”. Kwome seemed to be handling this very well, but he still didn’t know the most basic truth about the Pantheon and its members – “We, Pantheon members, most of the time look just like a regular strong fitted man, but thanks to the nano sized technology inserted in our organisms, our bodily functions are not only enhanced much higher than human standards, but can also achieve this current state you see, we call optimized”.
Kwome didn’t have to ask “How?” to be answered. I took a deep breath and tried to speak as calmly as I could, taking care not to throw everything over my fragile colleague, because he might not understand the complexity of the situation, each new member is unique but all of us have certain aspects of our lives that we shared, that’s why we could perform the same unearthed feats.
“Each one of our cells has the tiniest and yet the most post powerful computer processors, state-of-the-art technology that immediately changing their form, function or any desired character, in order to perform one specific task – Basically, we are men with computer symbiotic parts living in our cellular level, making us stronger, faster, more capable, and many other superlatives you may imagine” – I grinned. That was always the most exciting part, when the member noticed that although his life would suffer dramatic changes, it also meant that he would receive a tremendous power.
“But why me?” Kwome interrupted me before I could manage to start another technical explanation (although that was also an expected behavior from a prospective member). I just looked down at his pretty face – “By the same reason they had to take Magnus, Zion and every other member including myself, because we are all carriers”.
The unveiling of the truth about our special capabilities only strengthens the bond among the members, because each one feels unique, but most of all, we all feel that we found those who truly are like us, who understand the way we feel, it really compensates for the loss of our lives; new friends and companions that know exactly what we are going through. Such feeling is truly powerful, for I found myself bending over and kissing Kwome’s lips, which were instinctively receptive for my “welcome” kiss. He felt my power spreading over his mouth, the blissful sensation a member can send into anyone’s body is undoubtedly one of the most delicate, but also one of the most meaningful changes we suffer. I held his tiny muscular body against mine, just for the pleasure to feel his abdominal muscles contracting, his legs shaking, his hands exploring the vastness of my lats (which on my current size, were the most distant place Kwome could reach with his arms completely opened).
Finally, I broke the kiss very gently, closing his mouth with my index finger under his chin – “Like Zion, Magnus and myself, you are positive for Dashwood Factor, or a carrier like we commonly say. The only condition for a man’s organism to accept the whole interaction process that will bring you into becoming a Pantheon member, is carrying this factor on his genetic composition”
“Who is this Dashwood guy?” Kwome managed to say before I could tell him that Sedgwick Dashwood was not only the creator of the genetic interactive nano sized technology, but also the first Pantheon member of history. (I still had Samson’s basso profundo tone echoing in my head for all these years, I closed my eyes and felt that the words which came out of my mouth were not actually mine, but those that were told to me by Samson, the day he enlisted me to the Pantheon.)
“Back in 1996, Sedgwick Dashwood obtained the first genetic-level interactive human cells, using the structure of the Y-chromosome present in every male human cell, to insert nano chips which would not only enhance but, in fact, change the genetic programming, allowing male human beings to overcome their current standards and limitations. However, after the primary round in other subjects, the only individuals who repeated the same meaningful effects Dashwood showed, had declared to have homosexual preference, just like Sedgwick’s own preferences.” I anticipated Kwome’s reaction – no one would ever guess he was gay, he was a powerful strong young sports hero, his masculine, virile look, everything in him inspired the perfect alpha male specimen, yet he was gay, and he had been always conscious of such fact. – “Don’t worry, man, you’ll find out that you’re not alone in this world, not anymore” – I blinked to him reassuming my lecture tone.
“Eventually, the results in the successfully interacted subjects showed such increment in physical, physiological, biochemical, psychological and overall levels, that soon many groups were interested in replicating such experiment, even though many gay men were also recruited for such tests, only a really small percentage of that group would actually have a specific proteid composition at the Y chromosomal endings, which had been attested to be present at all those who showed significant results. So, the new “Dashwood factor” proved to be essential for the success of the whole interaction experiment.”
Kwome’s mind opened to a whole new world, no longer he doubted, he only wanted to understand what he would soon become – “Among the many alterations active Dashwood Factor individuals (also known as DF+) showed feature an incredible increase of strength and libido, maximized performance results in any activities realized, flawless health standards, improvement of mental capabilities as well as expressive endowment enlargement.” We both looked at my immense crotch, Kwome’s cheeks blushed, he had noticed my enormous cock long ago, but the latest facts kept him from commenting.
“How many of us are there around?” He finally asked intrigued by such revelations.
“DF+ are estimated to be less than 0.2% of the male world wide population, though not every gay man is DF+, all carriers have declared to have homosexual preferences and experiences before recruitment” I said with a clever look in my face – “Which means, we don’t turn straight guys into gay, they are at least curious before they enter Pantheon”
“But how did you guys manage to find me?” Kwome seemed to be conducting my lecture with majestic expertise.
“Realizing that the possibilities of his discover were unlimited but also very dangerous if miscarried, Sedgwick, then, made his personal crusade locating and recruiting these special men, mostly because the level of development of his own capabilities kept increasing as the genetic interaction proceeded, the more he knew these men needed to found, so they would be sure to serve as mankind’s greatest help, not as an oppressive force – Those are the primary goals of the Pantheon – locating DF+ men all over the globe, to recruit them as new members.” – Before he could ask any new question I brought Kwome into my grip, hugging him tightly, looking direct into his face.
“By the year 2006, Dashwood had established a really formidable network of world wide contacts which allowed him not only to identify and locate all DF+ men, but also to predict from which genetic crossing a new carrier would arise. Most of us are monitored and followed every since our first steps .Meanwhile, those active carriers considered ready are summoned all over the world to join the “Pantheon” – I said gently putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Our group was first heard when it swore total loyalty to the United Nations intents, not serving any country in particular, realizing tasks that couldn’t be made by normal men without the cost of thousands of lives” – Kwome seemed to be sinking into my story now, he no longer made any intervention, he just listened very carefully to my words, and I realized how Samson must have felt when I stared at him like that.
“The accomplishments of the Pantheon members were decisive to the achievement of the current world structure, the consecration of The Human Rights Bill as the supreme reigning Law, the respect, coexistence and mutual cooperation of ethnicities and creeds all over the globe, the eradication of all dictatorship systems and the work of constant maintenance of this state is only possible with the existence of the “Pantheon” – I made him seat on my lap, almost like I was his real father, because now I introduced him to this whole new world, as Team Leader I’m responsible for his recruiting, the true object of my primary mission.
We both faced each other intensely for the first time; Kwome now knew what being a Dashwood Factor Positive means. We both are men that can have nanotechnology inserted in our cells in order to make us stronger, faster, and more intelligent than any other men in the planet. This was the moment when we realized why we need to be so strong, so much more powerful; we have the task to keep the world from falling apart.
Zion’s voice filled the room, with the perfect timing he was trained to have – “Spartan, we are ready to enlist the new member, the medical area had been prepared to treat him as soon as he accepted.” Kwome looked into my eyes, and they seemed to grow even bigger as both Zion and Magnus appeared at my side, our massive figures looking down at our soon-to-be partner, our perfect faces, dazzling bodies and immense power never meant so much for the new recruit – “What? Right now? Are you serious?” – He kept repeating looking at each one of us.
“There’s no better time dude, you’ll be interacted and still enjoy a stabilization period with the whole Third-generation gang in the same day! You lucky bastard” – Magnus replied whispering on Kwome’s ears, feeling the little guy melting down as he drenched in his warm minty breath. I stood up carrying our subject to the medical area, where Roger and the rest of the staff had already the nano interaction technology ready to be inserted into Kwome’s organism.
We all knew he really wanted to proceed, though still very afraid with the whole “mad scientist’s lab” scenario we had at the medical area – Being an interacted organism like ourselves meant that our bodies are the most sophisticated and complex technology ever, so in order to follow our development a whole network of powerful computers are constantly linked to our systems. The whole sci-fi paraphernalia could actually scare a newbie, so it was Zion who took the initiative, taking Kwome out of my arms, gently nursing him like a new puppy – “Listen, Kwome, it only seems to be painful, once the interaction begins, you’ll understand that all these machines are nearly obsolete if compared to you, but the staff team will have to monitor the ongoing of the interaction process in your organism”. He finally lowered the new member into the interaction device, and was about to remove his clothing when I heard myself stopping the red-haired agent – “Leave them on, Zion, it’s hotter when they outgrow their tiny clothes!” Magnus’ chuckling only made me more proud of my request – “And they say I’m the pervert!” his comment made the environment lighter. I just crossed my arms at my immense chest to emphasize my leadership’s command.
The eyes on our rookie captured every single happening at that strange room – I could just sense that he got scared with the interaction appliances, a series of syringes with thick needles that will insert the first nano-chip batch on his cells. One by one, we all gathered around his little body as Roger prepared the interaction. We put Kwome on the cold steel table, and tightened the metallic restrains trying to calm him as he felt his limbs were now incapable of moving. I just held his hand – “I just saved you from a mercenary army, would you really believe I would harm you in any possible way?” – At the very moment Kwome’s useless attempts to move his arms ceased. We all looked down at him with a beautiful smile
I had my gaze focused into the new member– “Roger, it’s time to bring him into the game!” – The staff leader just started the machinery. The subject now completely trusted us, so he didn’t fear when the dozen syringes automatically pierced his body, injecting the thick warm nanochips culture into his muscular tissue. There are only a few moments of pain, but as soon as the needles are done injecting, the machinery takes them out very gently, also the culture automatically heals the pierced tissue, leaving no painful sensation or bleeding whatsoever. Once the nanos are injected into our cells, they immediately reach for the cores, where they meddle with the Y-chromosome allowing them to replicate at every cellular division cycle, which means each new cell will have its own state-of-the-art processor functioning perfectly, so as the interaction process goes further, after many reproduction cycles, the organism will just keep developing and upgrading itself, since the nano-chips will receive the previous technological information, upgrade to new higher standards and transmit those innovations into the chromosome code. Although they interact with the host organism via the Dashwood body at the Y-chromosome, the nano-technology does not limit into the functions that are genetically controlled by their host chromosome, the chips are capable of reaching every bodily function in order to strengthen, perfect, increase, or avoid any possible ongoing faults – they are supercomputers which upgrade themselves using the genetic information recorded by the previous batch of nanochips
We watched our new colleague at the interaction table – his stats displayed on the screen in front of us “New Pantheon member (codename yet to be given), age 19 years old, initial status: height 6’4”, weight 175 pounds, former athlete. Preliminary analysis: excellent body condition.” Those words made me so proud of my team – Kwome was definitely a wonderful specimen, although no matter how fat or unfit the member is before his interaction the results are always the same, but given Tugandi’s extraordinary physical and health background, I was really expecting to have a faster response to the process.
Kwome’s body tightened and he felt something he had never felt before; he only wore this old jeans and a baggy T-shirt, but pretty soon the results of the interaction process were noticeable, the muscles growing tighter and thicker underneath the fabric, sounds of the muscle fibers being adjusted and bone structure cracking to give more space to the incoming muscle mass increase. We all witnessed as our new recruit blossomed from an extraordinary athletic man into a new Pantheon member – a powerful movement from his arms and he had just broke free from both of the titanium restraints on his arms. His eyes grew wide as he noticed his first feat of inhuman strength – breaking titanium league like it was mere plastic toy.
We all laughed out loud – “Smooth, dude, just smooth…” – Magnus said as he enjoyed our newborn member. Zion kept looking at the screen, while Roger monitored the whole process - “Nanochips already started enhancing proceedings, it is all going really well sirs!” The increasing on his muscular tissue displayed at the screen, making him stronger and more resistant than any normal man could ever be.
We all knew the feeling of getting exponentially stronger can be pretty intoxicating, but just equally pleasuring. His clothes now were very tight, even the old baggy T-shirt now looked really pressed by his pecs and deltoids, soon we listened to the ripping sound provoked by his growing thighs tearing the weak resistance of that old jeans, followed by the upper half of the shirt, which since gave away to the strong pecs on this impressive man. He kept looking at his changing body with marveled eyes, each new feeling made his mind swirl with pleasure – I knew he was overcharged with intense sensations – I lowered down covering Kwome’s lips with mine, this time I was greedy, because I wanted it all for myself, the first uncontrolled surge on his newly given capabilities. The simple touch of our lips filled me with immediate ecstasy, spreading all over my body. My own nanos recognized the interaction going on Kwome’s organism, for the first time I felt on him a strength that indicates a Pantheon member has been born; the intensity flooded my senses, to my own surprise when Kwome hugged me and kissed me with a new ferocious attitude I lost track of the time, if it weren’t for both Zion and Magnus, when they finally notice something was not right about our osculation, I would be kissing Kwome forever.
Roger monitored Kwome’s interaction – the numbers increased as the readings indicated his fast adaptation to his new condition, faster than any member so far, but little did I or the subject himself care for that right now – we were locked into a tongue wrestling, the arms on my strong pupil now felt the enormity of my muscles, as he squeezed me tightly, I noticed how good it feels to have someone really strong desiring me back. But soon, I felt Magnus and Zion struggling to break us apart, only their combined strength could begin to move me, so I tried to focus on my current situation finally managed to let go of Kwome’s irresistible kiss.
“What is the problem?” I asked not paying attention to the frantic scenario around me – “Oh nothing, except by the fact that you just made Kwome enter optimization process!” – Magnus said pointing to the ever growing ebony colossus in front of me. I watched as the young man moaned, his body enlarging – he was truly entering optimization.
“When you kissed him, his own nanos “learned” how they could optimize using the energy reserves on his organism” – Roger said cleaning his glasses and pointing to the screen – “Guys from the third generation really are full of surprises!” Sighed Roger as he returned his attention to Kwome’s body – “He’s entering an optimization status equivalent to level 1 which is pretty impressive for a newly interacted and non-assisted member”
Kwome’s body grew bigger and more muscular as he moaned, feeling his muscles expanding with increasing lust. His legs casually broke free from their restraints, he stood up and walked toward us, we were all with our massive cocks completely hard, A new Pantheon member emerged – at 6’8” tall and well over 450 pounds, this simply beautiful piece of man carved in the hardest ebony muscle simply stood in front of us grunting in his new deep voice tone – “What the fuck are you guys waiting for?” His smile shone brightly and it was all I wanted right now (I know I should feel guilty for cheating on Andy for the millionth time, but I can’t simply deny what I really am, these men are impossibly hot to resist, forgive me blondie, but you just can’t understand).
Kwome (though I should stop calling him by that name, since he’ll be given a different one) flexed his arms, looking at his own enormous muscles – he was still at level one, since he wasn’t given any extra protein like the rest of us, but still he pulled an optimization at his very first moments as a Pantheon member, which is a very interesting data, all of us third generation members have very unique events happening in our enlistment, but never the way it happened with this onyx behemoth – just a kiss of mine on his lips, sent him into a growth state that made all the staff members completely hard.
Zion was faster than both Magnus and myself, he just kissed the newly 6’8” tall glistening muscle guy, and they locked into a sexy embrace, feeling each other’s muscles and flexing to be felt by the other, they landed heavily on the ground, their moans were loud, which made the poor staff guys cream their pants at that incredibly sexy view. I made sure Roger and the rest of the humans were safe behind the Plexiglas division – It wouldn’t be much safe for weaklings like them to engage sexual intercourse with four optimized members (God knows my own struggle to be extremely gentle and not surrender into my needs when I’m with my beloved Andy). Magnus watched me as I barely had time to close the door. He simply came running towards me and we both hit the side of the plane with such power, I feared the aircraft would lose the stability.
“So, my leader, can we enter stabilization proceedings now?” – Magnus asked gently biting my enormous nipples with his frontal teeth – I just nodded along and laughed – “Sure, since those two horny dogs are already partying, we should as well enjoy them!” I said kissing his delicious mouth, roughly – the power I apply in my kisses are famous among Pantheon members – they say it feels like I’m tongue kissing their very souls, even for optimized standards, my kisses are regarded as remarkably long and pleasing (recently I’ve been told that they were named “Spartan kisses”). Magnus enjoyed his ride at my ever lasting kissing passion, his own muscles exploring my much bigger figure. I held his weight around my waist with extreme easiness, his powerful legs embraced my tiny waist, the only problems were our immense cocks – they were so huge and thick they actually helped us from getting a better grip at each other.
We lay down on the floor for a second, only to feel four hands coming for our monstrous muscles – Zion and Kwome were done getting acquainted with each other and now they looked to enjoy our own party. Magnus said nothing; he just kissed Kwome deeply as I felt Zion, leaning over me, kissing my smooth abdominal muscles. I held his head there for a few moments, I watched Kwome being inserted by Magnus’ magnificent rod, the black guy knew his way around a thick cock, even being much smaller than Magnus he managed to take all his monstrosity inside him, with only a few sounds of intense pleasure.
Zion sucked on my cock, which was now the biggest among the four of us, a bit over 2 feet long, it clearly showed amazing thickness; only a member could decently give me a blowjob, and that red-haired rookie was definitely a gifted – he worked my veiny monster with such expertise I just threw my head back and enjoyed the first of many orgasms that would follow it. I filled his mouth, his nose, his stomach with thick warm seed, but he just kept working my balls, milking every single drop from them.
Meanwhile, Magnus showed Kwome how strong a member can truly be, even when his ass is being pounded by a muscle behemoth – he kept coaching the youngest guy to flex his glutes around his cock – “Come on, dude! Flex them; make it tighter, oh yeah! So fucking hard, nice bubble but you have here!” I couldn’t help but laughing at that unusual “personal topper” session. They both looked at me – Magnus grin grew brighter – “Oh, I’m sorry Team Leader, would you like to have this incredibly hot rookie for yourself?”
I stood up, towering over my colleagues – “actually, I wanna check if you take your own advises!” I said as I brought them closer to me and entered Magnus’ anus with one long and slow movement, something that would have killed any normal men, only set my dear friend into Cloud-9, he just relaxed his butt and savored as my enormous rod entered non-stop into his warm tight muscle butt, I grunted loudly, lifting both Magnus and Kwome from the ground, I stood up supporting our enormous combined weight like it was a natural fucking position, and increased my pounding movement on his ass, masking both the blue eyed and the Nubian muscle gods to shake violently as I managed to cum inside Magnus’s ass (good thing about optimized sex is that we don’t lose our erections after each orgasm, we just engage one round into the other)
Zion watched mesmerized as I held Magnus and Kwome while they were fucking each other senseless protected by my vastly wide hug, while I gave Magnus the unforgettable ride of my level 5 massive rod. He looked up my face and grinned, soon he was climbing that weird statue of muscle and cum, just to reach Kwome’s own throbbing cock. He positioned himself in the best way to be impaled by the Nubian obelisk, finally connecting all the third generation into a real stabilization orgy.
I just kept fucking my three friends when suddenly their muscle bodies convulsed, sending a real time torrent of cum all over the medical area – the three of them came in synch – their muscles tightening, they screamed from the top of their lungs. I enjoyed the feeling of power that scene gave me, I was holding their orgasmic figures so easily and yet I made them cum with a minimum display of me enormous strength. I savored each moment, I had Magnus on my cock, he was inside Kwome, who was by his turn enjoying the feeling of Zion’s muscle butt. We were all fucking and cumming every ten minutes, each orgasm feeling more intense than the previous. (There’s nothing better in world to a Pantheon member than making stabilization sex, it is the only time we can forget for a while being so powerful to surrender into our passions. I had been in many missions in the last days but I never experienced such intense feeling like that one – even this new untrained member showed such a natural talent to explore the capabilities of our enhanced bodies.)
By the time Kwome had already fucked and being fucked by both Magnus and Zion, I was still very horny, very active myself. They were already cumming for the sixth time since we started when I just realized my cock was still aching hard and my body hasn’t reverted not even one level – my endurance was increasing and their own sizes were beginning to revert given the exhaustion sex in optimized states brings over our organisms (it is the only way to revert optimization). Magnus clearly hadn’t reverted himself, and even Zion and Kwome had lost only a few pounds – “Spartan, we need to fuck even harder, dude! We don’t have all day to stabilize!” he said as I nodded.
I got on my fours – showing them my enormous butt – “All three of you, I want you to fuck me and keep cumming until we are back!” my voice sounded so deep it scared me for a bit. Kwome and Zion nodded, Magnus just grinned and the three of them attacked my anus fiercely. I never thought they would feel so weak, but yet my muscles proved to be extremely powerful, for their merciless assault which destroyed tanks like mere toys, just felt like an innocent teasing on my super hard constitution. But the pleasure was just incredible – Those three guys and their enormous cocks knew their way inside my hole – I could just moan as I felt each individual super-thick cock forcing its way into my body, I could play with them individually, or I could squeeze the three of them at the same time.
Magnus punched my vast back muscles, trying to release the pressure I sent over their impressive bodies, each time I made one of them cum, I just kept laughing out loud. Zion and Kwome just hugged on my super thick thighs and kept humping me like they were two horny puppies. I flexed my muscles and savored their orgasmic struggle on my gargantuan bubble butt. I had their super strong bodies under my complete control, and it helped me to engage into their stabilizing process – the faster and the longer I made them cum, the faster the stabilization happened. I kept being fucked as they changed positions around my muscle ass, I had them as I laid on my back, while they hoisted my humongous legs, I had them as I laid on my side, I had them standing tall as they actually climbed on my calves to have proper height.
I also played with myself intensely as my team stabilized, I knew they couldn’t hold as long as I could, but still the feeling of their impressive effort to please me, just gave me the boost to keep cumming and cumming for what seemed endless hours, each new orgasm brought me into a whole new world of experiences, and I felt completely refreshed, the more I came, the stronger I felt, I just wanted to keep like that forever, my own thoughts seemed to drift away, until finally my vision blurred and everything faded out.
“He’s finally coming around guys!” – That was Zion’s voice, I could tell. Everything was coming to me now; I just sat up at once – looking direct into Magnus’s eyes – “Hey boss that was a REALLY hot ride you gave us!” – He said tapping my shoulders. I’ve been lying at the medical area; my senses were still very alert still I just couldn’t tell what happened…
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