Skin tight

[Dream Big]

Good morning, Mark. Phase 1 is complete.

I sat up, feeling the power in my core as I did so. I was *solid*.

Speaking of which, my dick was solidly throbbing away as I flexed, and soon it was at full mast.

Yeah, about that.

"If Phase 1 is complete, then we need to talk," I said. "I need a more manageable dick."

My current standing orders were to assist you in achieving your ideal form, and to push you to your limits in doing so, even if you ordered me otherwise. Have I achieved this goal?

You have. You literally gave me my dream body.

Excellent. You are satisfied with the results?

I am astounded by them. Yes, I'm pretty happy. But I want to make some changes.

Proceed.

First, I need to clarify that only when I consciously, deliberately make requests, and only when I consciously and deliberately confirm them, are you to fold them into your program.

Acknowledged.

Second, you are not to alter my mood, or otherwise influence my feelings or perception, without my explicit request and confirmation.

Acknowledged. Clarification is needed. Does this prohibition extend to assisting you in stimulation or processing of feedback from the suit, or from partners?

Yes.

My apologies. I shall disable the buffer processing.

I screamed as I was assaulted with a wave of pain, and everything went weirdly blurry.

"What the hell???"

Your body has undergone significant alteration over a relatively short period of time. I have been stimulating various reactions to minimize the pain and fatigue you would normally feel. In addition, I have removed the sensor translation for your eyes.

"RESTORE THEM!" I screamed.

Done.

well THAT sucked. Let's try again. I want to be aware of any alterations in effect now, and going forward, you need to ask first.

Understood. You are currently experiencing the equivalent of hypersensitivity in your nervous system. This is because your outer layer of skin has been replaced with suit material. However, because your skin is your largest sensory organ, your nerve endings are effectively directly wired to the suit's innermost bonding layer. Because of that, you have the equivalent of exposed nerve endings over your entire body. The protective layer extends into your body and over your eyes. For your eyes, without translation, you are seeing through a thin, unfocused layer of transparent nanites. Shall I restore that as well?

Yes!

Very well.

And just like that, I could see perfectly and feel normally again. Whew!

I drew in a deep breath.

"Okay, now I need you to review with me precisely what you've done to me, and then we'll see how much of it can be undone."

Mark, I understood that you were pleased with the results.

I am, but I told you, my junk is too big to be practical. I can't use this for much beyond self pleasure, and that's not fair to Devon.

Unfortunately, Mark, there is risk involved in attempting to reduce your size. Barring surgery, it will take time to remove material safely.

How long are we talking?

The human body is naturally suited to growth; we have achieved much of our progress through stimulating existing processes. It is less inclined to the reverse. In fact, there is considerable danger in attempting significant reduction in your mass. I predict only minimal change is possible before my safety protocols act to protect you.

Well, shit, that wasn't what I was hoping to hear. How minimal?

I predict a reduction of 2 inches is possible without excessive risk.

I'd still be stuck with a 16-inch schlong, then.

Mark, I believe that Devon can be altered to accommodate you, and predict that he will be pleased with that option if offered. I have now gathered significant information on his current hardware and believe I understand enough to alter him.

Finally some good news.

However, you will need to prepare significant amounts of nano materials and nutrients. Much of this material can be produced using the machinery and materials here, but in order to properly prime the material for Devon, we will need to process Devon's DNA, and we will need to transfer it in the proper environment.

As the AI explained the steps he had determined were needed, I could tell that my porn links and weird fetishes were coming to haunt me. I asked a few key questions but it all made a weird sort of sense. What I wasn't thrilled with was that it required further alterations to me -- alterations that I feared might be as hard to shake as my giant bait-and-tackle were proving.

 

[Kela Z]

Excited to see where the AI takes Mark and Devon next! And thanks for the explanatory post.

 

[Dream Big]

A healthy, Horne, sexual male in his prime — physical health, mental health, peak age, etc — might be masturbating a few times a day, procuring a few teaspoons full of ejaculate. A particularly active phase might see half a dozen rounds of sex in a day.

Thanks to my modifications, I was producing up to two liters of come each day, and my minimum needs required four or five sessions each day, just for maintenance, and that was a few cups. Each day’s batch could contain perhaps a half teaspoon full of the nano-material.

So when the AI told me that, in order to prime and produce the nano-material myself, I would need to significantly increase my production, I was dumbfounded.

Mark, it has taken months of intensely focused effort to achieve your current form. To successfully alter Devon, it is not just his sexual configuration that must be modified, but his supporting systems. As you have grown, we have reinforced all of your bodily systems to prime status. Your heart, for example, is significantly larger than normal, as are the capacities of your various glandular, muscular, vascular, nervous, and digestive systems. This has been a rapid alteration, but you have been adding to the suits mass throughout, from external sources. The unique bonding your system has is achieved at a very deep level, via a constructed node at the base of your spine. We can produce primed nano material there and feed it to your reproductive organs, where the nature of those fluids would both ensure that your unique signature is maintained, as well as ensure the material does not degrade before it is subsumed within your partner.

Diagrams, charts,and data scrolled past my eye displays as the AI spoke, and that’s when I really understood how thoroughly I ha managed to alter myself.

Of course. There are nanites throughout most of your systems, Mark. The bonding is not just to your epidermis. A network of interfaces, plus some dedicated nodules, has become a partner system throughout your body. Otherwise such results would not have been possible.

So the big plan was apparently to ramp up production of a perm and seminal fluids, and lace them with a greater density of nano materials. The AI would program them to take up residence and build the necessary nodes to control successive rounds of injections. But I needed a LOT of raw material.

A quick text confirmed that Devon was on track to come over tonight, but not until quite late. Time, then, for a marathon session of jerking off this enormous monster I’d created for myself, and then storing it until I got he okay from Devon to get creative.

Mark, I can call up some of your favorite scenarios and play through them, if you believe that will aid you. However, I believe we can directly active the appropriate response, if you authorize it.

Oh? Glad my safeguards were working. Go for it.

First you will need a significant intake of calories. And clean glassware. We will begin immediately after you eat, and we will need the nutrient drip...



Holy crap, that was intense. My blood felt like it was simmering under my skin, and my dick immediately awoke, straining to break its unreal 18-inch maximum. I was flooded with arousal at such a fundamental level, that it nearly shut down my higher functions.

Bear in mind that I had been subject to frequent edging, jelqing, anal massage, and other advanced techniques of stimulation for weeks now. I’d been nearly constantly horny anyway, but had learned to ignore it, or allow the suit to do what wanted while I focused on other things.

I lasted less than ten minutes. I was squirming in blind arousal within two minutes, and five minutes in, my favorite naughty scenarios were scrolling past my eyes. Everything seemed heightened. I saw auras and stars.

Four hours later, I was famished and needed a serious break. Only constant intake had kept me from passing out (what an awkward way to go that would have been!), and even then, we stopped because I was exhausted. The human body wasn’t meant to experience that much sexual stimulation. But then it wasn’t really built to produce vats of spooge either. Nature was a memory at this point.

That was just the first wave. My body would need to produce at maximum, nonstop, for a while to get the needed volume, and that meant a lot more tweaking under the hood. I discovered I could filter my senses almost directly with a thought, and oddly dissociate myself from the overstimulation. And I had other fish to fry; I couldn’t just masturbate my brains out all day. But then, I didn’t need to, not with monitoring and alerts. I literally tuned out my body for a while, as I worked out some modification scenarios to propose to Devon. Thus, I blinked, and thought about stuff for a while, and then suddenly it was getting dark out and a message prompted me to restore normal functionality. It was like a jolt of electricity hit me, and it was probably best that I wasn’t “connected” while I was pumping out liters of nano particulate spooge. The final haul was a personal best: 283 milliliters. My nads ached from exertion and overuse.

Worryingly, six hours o stimulation had also resulted in other damage — if felt like another few millimeters of cock had snuck in somehow, and my balls were denser and fuller than ever. As I swilled back more concoctions and lost myself in the details of simply resting for a bit, i explored the sensory options now available. The AI wasn’t kidding about how extensively it was integrated — and sensors were all over. Possibly no living person had ever possessed such detailed knowledge of precisely what was going on in their body. With relative ease I could switch between monitoring chemical changes or electrical stimuli, in real time. It was fascination itself, and I got completely engrossed. I had no need to oversee the mundane details, not while I was making sense of the enormous and unprecedented data I now had access to, so I had the AI run things while I was busy.


And so that’s how Devon found me, nearly unresponsive mentally, silently fucking a hose attached to a large glass container nearly completely full of jizz.

 

[djinnie]

I wouldn't mind being found that way!

 

[Dream Big]

"Do I even want to know what this is all about?" Devon asked wryly.

Instantly my focus snapped back into place as the AI, responding to a cue I'd set, returned my body's control back to me. While I'd been lost in my own head for hours, working on equations projected on the screens in my eyes, my conscious mind was entirely absorbed in that, and I'd tuned out the rest of what was happening to me. I mean really, after the first hour or so of mind-blowing orgasms, it gets old. Whatever mods had been made to my brain, they'd made me pretty good at multitasking....or at least at really separating myself from the physical world.

Once my mind was back in the here and now, I became conscious of a dull ache in my groin, and the sensation of being milked ...vigorously... returned to my body. My junk felt raw and sore.

I looked down, and almost wished I hadn't.

My balls were swollen -- even by my standards. My dick was still at a remarkable state of erection, and I was apparently cumming, and it kind of hurt.

Nearly all of your reproductive systems are nearing exhaustion. Devon's timing is fortuitous.

"um, hi," I said.

Devon sat next to me and sweetly pecked my cheek with a kiss.

"So....are you gonna explain this at all?"

Mark, I believe we have collected enough. Shutting down assistive device.

"Yeah, just...give me a minute."

"Don't get me wrong. That is an impressive, astounding amount of jism. How long you been working to fill that thing?"

I looked at him, hoping to read his reaction.

"Started this morning. Been at it all day."

"holeeee shit. That's all you from TODAY?"

"Yup. And I'm wiped out. I gotta deal with this stuff and I need to eat something. Give me five?"

"Okay, I brought chicken."


We ate in silence for a bit, his expression unreadable. He kept staring at my dick, which finally relented and began to soften -- at least that way I could stuff it into something rather than having to stare down at it all day.

"So."

"Oh, right, the explanation. Well it's for an experiment. And I .... I kinda want you to help, if you're up for it."

Devon laughed guilelessly. "Dude, I've been springing wood all day thinking about you."

"Well..." I pushed my empty plate away, took a big swig of water, and locked eyes. "What would you think about seeing if this process works for you?"

Devon tried but failed to control his expression. I watched it roll past shock to eagerness to confusion. God he was adorable. He'd suck at poker, but I'd enjoy strip poker with him.

"What do you mean, exactly?"

"I mean we can dose you with targeted nanites too. My AI can control them."

He was quiet for a moment.

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm....I mean, I'm not sure I want them messing with me. I kind of want it, but kind of don't."

"I understand...."

"Wait, man. Not saying no, just thinking through implications."

"We can set some parameters you're comfortable with, but ... well, the main thing is...."

"How freaky are you thinking? I don't know if I want that baseball bat you're swinging. I like yours, but my 8-plus is plenty for me..."

"The main thing is to work it so you can....well, take me." I nodded at my rapidly chugging cock. "All of me."

He thought about it deeply for a moment but then looked resolved.

"I'm game, on one condition. Well, two. First, I need to understand what's going on before we do any of it. And second, it needs to be reversible. Oh, and can I get one of those eye lens things?"

"Seems reasonable," I said. "Hang on."

Mark, we can attempt to explain to him, and show your designs for his enhancements. However, it may be more efficient to dose him and interface more directly.

In the end, we decide not to dose him, but rather to give him the info and explain most of it. Again he asked great questions, and needed particular reassurance about the amount of internal rearrangement required. we tweaked the settings a bit and the AI reassured us we'd be able to enact our choices. We covered a lot of ground while the centrifuge whizzed away behind us, and satisfying finished as it went "ding".

I poured it into a beaker. The separated mixture was pearlescent and considerably less than the nearly three liters I'd unleashed. Devon undressed, very nearly distracting me.

"So what, do I drink it?"

"Drink about half," I said, and we'll use this to send the rest up there," I said, revealing a rather large object that looked worryingly like a turkey baster..

 

[Dream Big]

When I said it looked like a turkey baster, I wasn’t joking. The basic plan was to essentially give him a blast of my altered juice from both ends of his digestive tract.

Devon had gone to the bathroom, and stepped out a little gingerly.

“Enema wasn’t on my to do list when I left the house this morning,” he said. “I hope I am clean enough.”

I was determined that this not be clinical, at least not more than it needed to be.

Devon looked me in the eyes, grabbed the beaker, and said “Bottoms up, I guess.”

“That’s the plan,” I grinned.

He downed the contents, letting the last bit swirl in his mouth.

“I can’t believe I just drank a cup of fresh jizz, man. It tastes a little odd...I mean, I think it does. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks.”

He gently lay down on the plastic sheets I’d placed on my bed, and I slowly teased his pucker until I could insert the turkey baster .

I mean, it’s not really a turkey buster. It’s a medical probe with some modifications. But yeah.

Getting his ass to relax enough for the tip was the first challenge, but I knew he was by equal measure excited and anxious. A little coaxing from me was both fun and necessary.
Before long I was gently squeezing the release valve, and several cups of nanotechnology laced semen was entering my boyfriend’s ass, while I kissed and licked his cock.

“Oh man...oh man...”

Contract has been made. You may remove the probe. Please continue to engage in sexual activity, but do not trigger release. I need to calibrate.

I did not need to be told twice, and his delicious fuckstick held my attention as I also buried a finger in his ass, both to ensure the liquid stayed in, and to ensure Devon knew it. Given the size of my fingers lately, he was not going to be able to ignore it for long, so I took my time.

“Whoa,” he said, large brown eyes snapping open. “Feels like a buzzing in my hole...”

I require more immediate data. You may release your finger.

I abandoned my ministrations on Devon’s dick, and licked my way up his torso, tracing every contour and gently but insistently driving him to the edge.

“Fuck, man, it feels like you’re still in there, what are you doing to me? Oh my god....”

He began moaning, low and gutteral, plaintive, and fuck if that wasn’t a turn on. I don’t think he was doing it consciously, it was just his body doing it’s own thing. But now my raw and flagging monster was awake again, well on its way to full mast as I grabbed Devon and pressed him to me, torso to torso, with his sizable cock and my immense monster between us. I couldn’t get enough skin to skin contact, and as our passion grew, I could almost feel an electric charge where we touched.

That is fairly accurate. I am sending significant data through your connection. A secondary control nodule has been created. I can now reliably connect your systems. Shall I test?

“Yes!” I growled, but I could not have told you whether I intended to answer the AI or whether it was just the throes of my passion. Either way, the AI responded.

I had, for a time, worried that the pleasures the AI and suit were capable of might have ruined me for other men. But Devon and I seemed connected, compatible sexually even without the suit. With the suit, I was an almost supernaturally attentive and responsive lover. But with his body now able to provide direct neural feedback?

Jesus.

For what seemed like hours, we made out, stroked, fondled, hugged, teased, fingered, blew, and overstimulated each other in almost every way other than anal.

And almost unnoticed, the gentle rain outside had built to a pretty strong thunderstorm.

Caution is advised. I have attuned Devon’s node to yours and begun the restructuring necessary.

BOOOOOM!

You should finish your mutual stimulation, but refrain from release.

CRACKBOOOOOM!

“Whoa.”

The lights flickered, but I had back up generators.

BOOOOOOM!

Caution is advised, Mark. The storm has become unexpectedly intense and localized.

“Shit, that was loud,” Devon said, smiling and panting. “You gonna let me blow my load or what, you huge tease?” I laughed and kissed him sloppily in response.

Then there was a sudden, eerie quiet, and the smell of burning electrical circuits.

And then, a sound so loud you couldn’t actually hear it.

Lightning had struck the house directly.

 

[Dimen000]

Oh for the love of God!!! Such a cliffhanger xD
This is already so good and is getting immensely better!!
I wonder what happened, I am so curious
Damn! You are one of the best writer of growth and transformation I have ever read~

 

[Dream Big]

Mark.
Mark.

Mark.

That sound meant something, right? I was supposed to know what it meant....

Mark? Please respond.

Respond?

Oh, right, Mark meant me. I am Mark.

A distinct ringing in my ears kept ramping up and getting progressively louder. It began coming back to me.

Mark, it is imperative that you rouse and assist your partner. The building is on fire. You must leave immediately. Preservation protocols engaged.

My eyes opened, and sure enough, a gaping hole had been blasted in what had been my work room, and the acrid smell of burning electronics and clothing. I coughed groggily and tried to sit up, but the mattress was covering me. I tossed it aside like a sheet of newspaper, which was just as well, as it was starting to catch fire. I groped the Wall for support and staggered to my feet.

Shaking myself awake, I spotted Devon — like me, he’d been thrown off the bed and clear across the room. He was clearly unconscious, and I gasped in fear — was he okay?

He is unconscious and has suffered some abrasions and internal injuries, as well as a broken arm. However, he is in mortal peril, as are you. You would benefit from an adrenaline boost.

Instantly, time slowed down and I had a distinct sense of clarity one only possesses in life threatening situations. Get Devon and get out as soon as possible. A looked around with a sense of eerie almost-panic.

“What the hell happened ?”

The storm grew more intense than forecast, and lightning struck the chimney of this structure. It traveled down the power and cable wiring and destroyed nearly all the electrical appliances in your work room, as well as the wall. It has ignited a fire that is currently consuming the upper floors. Fire suppression systems failed or have had minimal effect.

You were unconscious for almost seven minutes.

Fuck, my folks are gonna kill me. But first, I had to get Devon out. But how? The work room had the exterior exit, and there were a few tons of brick and drywall in the way. The upstairs was apparently on fire.

Between your own strength, the adrenaline, and the suit, you should have sufficient might to shift the debris and escape. It is imperative that you do so before the smoke inhalation damages your lungs. I have attempted to filter your breathing but did not plan for this scenario.

Right. I was a muscle beast, wearing a super suit. Time to act like it.

I sized up the debris blocking the exit, and near as I could tell the main offender was a chunk of the exterior wall, including the stone fireplace and cast iron stove. Assuming it wasn’t buried under the entire upper floor, shifting those parts should be enough to squeeze out.

Devon moaned behind me, a weak groan. It sounded bad....

Urgency is required. Full suit assist is enabled. Go, Mark.

I raced to the far wall, found a likely point, and began to push and pull and otherwise persuade the chunks of building to move. Had I had the bandwidth, I’d have been astounded as I literally ripped chunks of wall apart with my bare hands, until finally I saw an opening. Then I groaned, because wedged into the stairwell was the bent remains of an immense wood burning stove and the brick fireplace that had housed it. The bastard probably weighed a thousand pounds, and was at an awkward angle. The only way was basically to bench press it out. I would have to move it, or Devon would not make it out.

I braced myself and planted my hands on the thing, and pushed. But it barely shifted, and the smokey smell was everywhere, making my breathing raspy and painful.

And then Devon coughed weary, and my resolve grew palpable. I found a slightly better spot for leverage, bore down, and heaved....and felt the suits assist kick in, By this point, I was flying high on adrenaline, and I had recently recorded a 330 pound military press...with the adrenaline, I might have managed another 40 pounds.

But with the suit?

That stove got air time...along with the chunk of brick and cement fireplace it was stuck to. I was, frankly, awestruck for a moment.

You lack time to enjoy your newfound strength, Mark. You need to free Devon and escape.

Right. Grab the boyfriend and book it. I hopped over to Devon, still unconscious and gently lifted him. I didn’t like the angle of his head, so I took special care with his neck. He weighed almost nothing to me at that moment, and I quickly got us outside, where sirens wailed and the rain continued to pour. I stood blinking while flames engulfed my childhood home.

 

[laptoper]

Unexpected twist. Not that you ever really deal in the expected. Thankfully!

 

[Kela Z]

The last couple updates have been an interesting turn of events. Glad you're still working on the story.

 

[Dream Big]

I stood there for probably five whole minutes as the distant sound of sirens grew steadily closer and louder. I just couldn’t get my brain around it. My home.

“What the hell did you do to my friends house?”

Oh shit, Phil? I froze, couldn’t breathe.

“You, meat head, I am talking to you! My friend lives there, what are you —“

He grabbed at my meaty arm, intending to pull me around, but I probably outweighed him by 75 pounds. I still hadn’t worked out what to say or how to prepare him...and it was too late.

“Shit, MARK?”

I nodded, still in shock.

“Jesus man, you really sprouted,”. He said, taking me in. Since he last saw me, I had put on a hundred pounds of muscle and bone and half a foot of height. “Dude, I just drove over to see you and I must have just missed the lightning. Are you okay? Who is that?”

“We got a lot to cover, Phil, but right now, do you have a car handy?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Good, help me get Devon into it, he can’t go to the E.R. He should wake up soon.”

As we jogged over to his car, the fire engines turned the corner onto my road.

“Short version: this is Devon, and he is undergoing a medical thing right now. It would be dangerous to go to the hospital. Can you take him to your place and keep an eye on him?”

“You got it bro”

“I’ll catch up soon as I can.”

The moment he was out of earshot, I murmured “what’s the range you can monitor Devon?”

Mark, my monitoring needs to be close range — within 50 feet. However the automated subroutines should be running already. His body will slowly produce s similar skin to yours while altering him as we discussed and he agreed.

Good, but what if there is trouble?

Devon’s primary module should be working already. If there is a threat, it will enter protective mode. Preservation protocols are in play. At present however you will need to focus on the emergency personnel.



I have a newfound respect for firefighters, now.

For three hours they battled that blaze, but the collapse of the chimney ruptured a gas line. Between that and a few dodgy materials I’d used for my lab, the whole place went up.

One bonus was I’d snagged my cel, and phoned my parents. They were glad I was okay and hoped the fire safe survived, and scrambled to return home ASAP. For now, it was on me to deal with this.

In between, I texted Phil and got updates — Devon was breathing okay and comfortable enough in Phil’s garage, but Phil had a ton of questions. Luckily he was practical and more patient than I usually gave him credit for.


I didn’t count on being taken down to the station Andy questioned for arson.

 

[laptoper]

Great going. This could go in all sorts of directions now.

 

[Dream Big]

"Mister Prentice, your ID doesn't quite match what I see in front of me. Care to explain that?"

"I have been working out all summer, and hit a growth spurt."

"We looked up public data for you -- "

"Yeah, the photo in the article is old. Want me to do some higher math to prove it's me? Come on, guys."

"Okay, so assuming you're Mark Prentiss, where are your parents? The home is owned by your parents, is that right?"

"On their way home from overseas. I called them already."

"Mm hmm. So was it a party that got out of hand, or what? Were you cooking meth? There were a lot of chemicals on the scene."

"All legal and stored properly. Lightning struck the house. That's it."

Mark, we need some uninterrupted time urgently, and I advise against further interaction with law enforcement. While nothing we did was illegal, it would be unwise to encourage further investigation into your situation. Also, I am concerned about Devon.

Me too, I thought. The adrenaline had worn off more than two hours ago, and I was starving and a bit light headed now.

"I'm sorry, but I'm exhausted. I'm hungry. My house just burned down. And until my lawyer is present, or until you come up with some stupid reason to charge me, I'm done."

"Now just a minute, young man--" this from the thin, balding detective who'd immediately decided I was guilty and treated me like it. His partner, who looked like a rookie right out of central casting, seemed embarrassed by the whole thing.

"No. I have cooperated but this is ridiculous." I stood up to my full height. "Do you have anything to charge me with? No? Then I suggest you let me go before Susserman and Shaw start building a case for damages."

Grumpily, Detective Frank Jenkins agreed we were done and briskly left the room. His partner, Ben Adams, stayed with me. With Jenkins gone, Detective Adams' body language shifted.

"Thought he'd never leave. Guess I can play good cop, huh? Look, call if you think of anything, or if you need to get the reports or anything," he said, handing me a card. Our fingers brushed as I took it.

I looked at him, trying to read his expression. Then I realized he was sizing me up, and had been most of the evening. I was, I realized, not wearing very much -- just loose shorts and a rather tight old tee shirt, and some sandals. And his glance was appreciative rather than accusatory.

"I like good cop better than whatever your partner was thinking," I said.

"You have someplace you can stay?"

"I'm going to see about crashing with friends," I said.

"I still think you should have gotten a more thorough batch of tests at the hospital," he said.

"The on-site EMTs were plenty thanks."

"Even so. Anything changes, you should get checked out." He had no idea how much had changed.

I nodded, thanked him, and went outside to call for a car.


"Mark? Gus. You're a big one, no?" My Uber driver was all smiles and teeth and hair. I'd guess Turkish or something in that region.

"Sorry"

"No sorry! It's good! Plenty of room, I got big SUV."

I texted Phil that I was on my way, and then pretended I was on the phone so I could chat more clearly with the AI.

Mark, this subterfuge will not stand up to much direct scrutiny. However, I should be able to discern your intent.

"Hey. Yeah, I know. Any news on Devon?"

I am well beyond range of Devon's limited AI, and we were kept longer than anticipated. I will need to connect as soon as we are in range to assess the situation.

"I was afraid of that. Do I need to worry about the house, or the equipment?"

I am uncertain. Your personal computer, the equipment server, and the 3D printers, as well as the raw materials, are likely a total loss. However, the cloud backup should suffice to restore most capabilities once we have a new location in which to do so.

"So what actually happened?"

Weather monitoring sent out a storm alert as we were beginning work on Devon, and the storm's official tracking proved inaccurate. At that time, I entered preservation mode, reverting to my core programming directives until the danger had passed. I immediately began to back up systems to the cloud while we continued with our work. Then, lightning struck the house -- most likely drawn to the antenna and power cables on that side of the house. In addition, the extreme pulse seems to have disrupted some of my higher functions. I cannot run diagnostics without access to the cloud backup or comparative data, and it is likely the same is true for Devon's nascent internal node.

"So basically it's running on autopilot?"

Effectively. It should continue to implement the base instruction set and begin generating internal probes and nano mesh, in preparation for the more extensive alterations planned. However, while the base instructions were part of the initial burst of information, the more detailed and higher functions were in the process when lightning struck. I am unable to determine whether the full instructions were delivered.

"That doesn't sound good. Can we use Phil's computer to sort things out?" I figured he was still into gaming and probably had a hard-core rig.

We can attempt to do so. I cannot predict a success probability.

"Okay, I'll talk later. Just text me any new information." I pretended to hang up, and spied the driver, Gus, staring at me through the mirror.

"Everything okay man? What does a big body builder guy have to worry about?"

"It's been a hell of a day," I said truthfully. "Sorry, not in the mood to talk much right now. Can you step on it?"

"Okay bro. Sorry."

"It's cool," I said. I glanced at the phone, and realized Phil hadn't responded yet.





I tipped Gus well and absentmindedly flicked him a good rating as we pulled up at Phil's place, or rather his parents' house. It was pretty big, but he was living in a small apartment behind the garage. The lights were on but had a weird, blue quality to them, so I bounded up the driveway and knocked.

No answer. But then, the door wasn't locked. It creaked open menacingly.

"Phil?"

"Devon?"

"Anyone?"

I fumbled and found the proper light switch, but it didn't seem to work. The blue light came from the bedroom, so I cautiously approached.

Inside, Phil lay sprawled on his bed (well, on the mattress on the floor), while Devon lay naked -- and glowing -- next to him.

And beside them, on a very tricked out desk, a half dozen high-end computers strobed ominously as something akin to the Matrix code flashed across their screens...

 

[Dream Big]

I confess, I panicked a bit.

"What the hell is happening?"

Please make physical contact with Devon. I will be able to access his AI and assess any damage.

Please, wild horses couldn't have kept me from Devon. If he'd been hurt because I wanted to get my rocks off --

ZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!

Ouch! That was one hell of a spark! My whole hand stung, tingling like I'd stuck a fork in an outlet.

"What's the situation?"

Nothing.


"Hello? AI?"

Rebooting. Preservation mode enabled. Re-enabling primary protocols.

Wait, what?

Greetings, Mark.

Whew! Is everything okay?

Preliminary assessment follows: Devon is currently unconscious but does not appear to be harmed. The suit node appears undamaged, however, incomplete code download hampers further investigation. Attempting to re-deploy core codebase....

Why is my hand tingling?




Hello? Why is my hand tingling?

Insufficient data. However, it appears that a corrupted code base has caused an issue in Devon's suit, likely due to the lightning strike. I am still assessing status. I advise allowing him to rest.

"I need to wake Phil." I reached over and shook Phil, who gently roused. "Phil? You okay, buddy?"

"My head is killing me," he said, sitting up and groaning. He slowly blinked himself awake, then jumped back against the headboard.

"Dude, what gives?"

"Um...fuck, I can't get used to you like this."

"It's a bit more than I planned," I said. "But focus, Phil. Tell me what happened?"

"Is your buddy okay?"

"I'll explain in a minute."

"Right. Okay, so I brought Devon home, and he started to wake up a bit on the way. So I explained who I was and that we needed to get inside. He seemed okay, so we sat down down here. He seemed a little out of it, but I don't really know him at all, so I wasn't sure. But when I came back in with some water, he grabbed me. Next thing I know, I'm waking up next to you." He looked pointedly at me. "Now it's your turn."

"Short version? Built a strength-enhancing suit and an AI to help control it. Kinda overdid it, and it got my fantasies confused with my actual instructions. Spent most of the summer turning me into this."

"You're shitting me."

"I shit you not."

"Fuck, that is SO you -- right out of one of your movies." He was quiet for a moment. "So...that's all real? the muscle?"

"Yeah, you can touch."

He poked me, rather hard I thought.

"Solid," he said. "So you took steroids?"

"Not really -- it was other stuff. The AI and me, we found some old abandoned research, and we figured some stuff out, and I guess we kind of tweaked my body to grow. Actually, this is way beyond what I wanted, but...anyway, I'm like this now. Plus a kind of second skin that's made of military-grade experimental armor. Um...actually it's kind of everywhere, now. Nano stuff."

"Jesus, Mark, you're fucking Cap and Iron Man too?"

"Mistakes were made."

"Fuck man, that's not a mistake, it's a super hero origin movie. Or two."

"Devon said that too, kinda."

"So unfair. I was always more into that shit, until you turned gay for all the Marvel guys."

"Dude, really?"

"Whatever. I'm just jealous. I always wanted the Chris Evans treatment. Looks like you got a twofer origin." He leaned back, groaning. "So unfair. At least I still have the bigger...." he glanced down at my crotch, recalling the brief glimpse he'd had at the house. "No. Fucking. Way."

"Yeah, mistakes were made. I'm too big. Lesson learned -- clear your browser history. The AI took its cues from some porn sites."

"Shit."

"Yeah. So when Devon and I started...you know... I wasn't this big. And now it's....well, TOO big. So we were going to make sure Devon could....um, without hurting himself."

He burst out laughing. "Serves you right."

"Hey, man, the point was to make it safe. At least for now, until I can fix ...this," I said, gesturing vaguely down.

"Your parents know?"

"They know I'm gay and I've been working out all summer. They don't know about Devon. They haven't seen me, though."

"Yeah, and you burned down the house too, so that should go well."

"Fuck you, man"

"Dude, I'm trying not to freak out here. How are YOU not freaking out?"

That was a good question. "I think my AI might have released some chemicals to keep me calm."

"This is the same AI that forced you to grow into some fantasy fucker? Is that even safe?"

"Good question. AI?"

Mark, you requested I help you maintain your equilibrium.

"I want you to ask every time."

Acknowledged. However, you are still in danger. As is Devon.

"You spacing out or something, Mark?"

"Um... no, I'm talking with the AI."

"Ask it what's going on with my computers. I almost didn't realize they were on!"

"Well?"

Devon's AI node was corrupted and could not find sufficient space to run full diagnostics. It seems to have coopted the storage and processing power of Phil's computers, but due to corrupt code and being in full preservation mode, it saw Phil as a potential threat.

"So...it panicked and knocked my friend out?"

Apparently. Possibly this is lingering subroutines from the military code you used. I am attempting a full code review and have seized control of two of Phil's computers for that purpose. But the other AI is actively countering my efforts because it cannot complete its diagnostics.

"Looks like Devon's AI and mine are locking each other out," I said.

"Of what?"

"Of your computers, which are needed for extra processing power and storage. Also Devon. Or more precisely, his AI controller's in full defense mode."

"Okay, I *am* freaking out a bit now," Phil said.

Mark, I believe it will be possible to correct Devon's malfunctioning AI node if we are in direct contact. However it may cause pain to him, because his restructuring is not yet complete.

"You've got to be kidding me."

I do not understand.

"Fuck."



"Are you SURE this isn't just some weird fetish thing where you want to hump on my bed?"

"It's what the AI says will work."

"Whatever. I'll go order some Chinese. You think Devon will wake up?"

"Yeah, order plenty of food. Lots of protein. I'll cover you when I get my shit together." I promised.


He left, and I looked over my lover of the past few months. The suit was visible as a fine, faintly glowing sheen to his chocolate skin, and beneath it, his body gently throbbed. He snored ever so softly in a way I found endearing.

Fuck, this was difficult. I knew he'd wanted to fuck, but he wasn't exactly able to give permission -- and wouldn't be, if I didn't do this. There wasn't much choice for me but I still wished there were some way for him to say yes. And rather than the usual lovemaking we'd engaged in, this would be entirely one-sided.

At a thought, my immense dick was extremely hard and ready. My copious pre made an excellent lube, but it seemed like his ass had already begun remodeling for pliancy, so my fingers proved little problem. My enormous pecker was another story, but with a bit of effort -- gently -- I was in, and slowly slid into place. His hole gripped me deliciously, and I continued to push, fearing harm.

Somewhere around 14 inches, I bottomed out in him. His body, on autopilot I guess, began to grip along my length and little moan escaped his lips.

Full intercourse is not required. Please attempt to maintain sustained contact----------ZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!

FUck that same electric tingling ran right up my dick and into my spine, and I felt myself lose all control -- I began vigorously fucking with everything I had, and immediately began to flood my friend with more juice than I'd have ever thought possible. Except of course my nuts were still in high production mode, weren't they? Still, I couldn't think straight at all, and somewhere around my tenth explosion, I blacked out again....

 

[Dream Big]

“Dude...wake UP” said an insistent but familiar voice.

“Phil?”

“Yeah, and I am not coming in there again. I don’t need to see what you guys are doing.”

We didn’t appear to be doing it any longer, but I was still inside Devon. Should be safe enough to pull out now, right?

Yes, Mark. Synchronization and updates are underway. I will alert you when Devon approaches wakefulness. He is progressing as expected.

I was nearly up to the hilt in my boyfriend, and given that I was frikking enormous, I was concerned about any damage I might have done. Slowly, and with more than one wince, I began pulling out, still pretty hard myself. Devon’s dick bobbed against his lower tummy, looking delicious and ready to spurt.

But as I pulled out, something felt odd. I backed slowly away, concerned despite the torture of my sensitive glams rubbing against his innards. He didn’t make any noise at all, but I may have moaned a little. The problem quickly became obvious.

“Fuck, I grew again?”

It was unforeseen, but necessary, and you were unconscious. I acted out of concern for your safety and Devon’s, in accordance with my directives.

Goddammit, eighteen inches was freakish enough, but my newly remodeled dick was probably a few inches larger now.

Correct. My readings show 50.4 cm, approximately 19.8 inches. You were unable to directly contact the node without this enhancement.

I was annoyed but pretty thoroughly drained, so I thankfully went flaccid pretty fast. But I was still well into obscene. The sweat pants did little to conceal, especially with monster veins leading down between the twin crevasses of my Adonis belt. Still, it was just Phil.



“Chopsticks are over there,” he said warily, pouring water for both of us. “Tons of rice, beef and broccoli, Kung pao chicken, and Hunan pork. Dig in. I imagine you need a lot of food.”

“Yeah, thanks, sorry for dragging you into this...”

“Bros help. Right? Gotta tell you though, I never expected this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No big. Food okay?”

“It’s really good, actually.”

“Best takeout in town. Also, apparently, the cutest delivery boy, if you like tall Chinese dudes,”

“Uhhh...”

“Relax, I don’t, but figured you might. I may be straight, but I’m not blind — dude was attractive. And thanks to someone coming out to me and making me reevaluate my whole life, I am comfortable enough in my manhood to notice this shit now.”

He looked at me a little guiltily.

“If anyone is sorry, it should be me, for kinda dropping out on you this summer. Obviously I missed some stuff. But it was still shitty to not reply to you.”

“I figured you were busy.” I said, quietly, between chews.

“Dude, I was avoiding your and it was a dick move. I had to figure out a bunch of stuff, and then my cousins were here and one of them came out too. I couldn’t get my head around it.. Everyone I knew was suddenly gay —“

“I was kind of always gay, you know that right?”

“Yeah, but...look it’s stupid, I know, but I started second guessing our whole friendship and my own feelings, and finally my mom sat me down and talked it out with me. I freaked, and she was really cool. Apparently she had this figured out around when we were eight, and was waiting for the cork to pop.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I tried to be cool with you, I really did, but it threw me. I mean, I didn’t think I was gay, but I liked you, even if I didn’t want to fool around or anything. You’re my best friend. But what if you just wanted to make me gay or something? Yeah. So I was stupid and she was cool and helped me get my shit together. I was headed over to see if I’d fucked up for good when all this happened.”

“If I hug you, you’re not gonna freak are you?” I asked.

“Stupid. If you hug me you’ll probably crack my ribs.”


So my bestie and I were doing okay, just like that. It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and now that the air was mostly clear, I felt much better. Still, I worried about the repercussions and I worried about Devon. It was all getting out of hand.

Mark, Devon is about to awaken. He will need a stabilizing solution, but primarily that will require protein and some of your fluids.

I asked Phil for some raw eggs and a blender, but he did me one better — he had some of his mom’s diet shakes and some protein powder. He found my secret ingredient a little gross and told me I had to scrub out the blender with bleach after we were done.

“Whoa!” Devon shouted from the other room.

“Coming,” I said, and hurried in with the blender and a straw.

“Mark! Wow, you look amazing, did it work? HOLy fuck”

“That’s probably your AI talking to you,” I said. “You’ll get used to it.”

His eyes darted back and forth, and then tentatively reached down under the covers.

“Whoa. Shit, man. This is surreal. Wait,where are we?”

“We are at my best friend Phil’s place, and he’s in the other room. I’ll introduce you in a minute. Drink this while I fill you in,” I said, handing him the pitcher.

While he sucked down the blender contents, I could tell he was trying to pay attention but was having trouble focusing on just me.

“Sorry, my suit voice thing keeps interrupting,” he said. “This is so weird, I can see a three dee map of my whole body projected into my eyes. Damn! I wish you could see this, it’s so cool..”


Would you like to see this as well? It is an image of Devon’s modified form.

I dodged, and instantly saw the same scan.

“Hey Mark I have some questions,” Devon said, cocking his head.

“So do I,” I said. “Starting with what they actually did to you. Because that looks a lot more extensive than we talked about.”

I can answer that, Mark. I anticipate you will be unhappy, however, because I was forced to improvise. Not just with you, but with Devon. It was necessary. The other AI was supposed to heed my commands, but the corruption meant that it rejected my authority. In addition, there was unexpected feedback due to a lingering static charge.

I’d felt that, too.

I was unable to directly apply the chosen design, and instead had to work to re-educate Devon’s AI to ensure pliancy. Please note that preservation safeguards remain in place as do primary directives.

“Um, Mark? Mine keeps saying that I need to obtain significant materials and nutrients very soon. And it keeps saying something else....”

“What is it saying?”

“Whoa, it’s showing me some plans, and now.... what is phase two?”

 

[laptoper]

Fantastic story Mark. Thanks for your creativity.

 

[Dream Big]

I'm definitely not Mark.

Just heads up, may be a bit before the next installment, super busy here at the mo.

Glad you're enjoying the story.

 

[laptoper]

I'm definitely not Mark.

Just heads up, may be a bit before the next installment, super busy here at the mo.

Glad you're enjoying the story.

Marks precursor maybe?

 

[upstatebiguy]

I see you've started a new story, which is also great. Will you be coming back to this?

 

[Dream Big]

I’m not done with this yet, but the characters have not yet told me what happens next.

I mean, I do know some things, but the details haven’t gelled in my head yet. I know that Devon has some surprising changes coming, that Phil will get a chance to prove he’s a good friend, and that Mark will have some explaining to do with his folks. And the AI isn’t done with their suits — though at this point the line between suit and person and AI is very very blurry.

The big thing that I keep waffling back and forth about is how Mark is going to juggle all this. It has to be taking a toll on him, and despite the AI meddling with his brain chemistry, he will eventually have to sort out his own feelings and deal with the changes in his life.

Let’s be fair, his house just burned down, he’s become something more than human, he’s got a boyfriend, had a run in with the cops, and reconciled the unwanted awkwardness with his best friend, all in the last few weeks.