Date: Fri, 3 Sep 1999 23:51:03 -0400
From: Charles Westfall <cwestfa1@twcny.rr.com>
Subject: 'The Stuff in the Cellar' (M/M, muscle, fantasy, sci-fi)

The following story is intended for adults over the age of 18 interested in
male to male sexual fantasy. If this does not interest you, read no
further. The following story depicts unprotected sex, it is a fantasy after
all, not our all too real reality of STD's and worse. Please forgive the
lack of description with the various muscles. I am rather unfamiliar with
the body builder's guide to them, and due to the size of the lead
character, and the slightly conservative desirable build, I cannot actually
give real numerical measurements.

All characters are fictional, with no similarities intentional

	   The Stuff in the Cellar (M/M Muscle, Fantasy-Sci-Fi)
			 by cwestfa1@twcny.rr.com

My name is Richard Halton, I am sixteen years old, and on my own. My
parents are alive, and well, but are otherwise preoccupied with a world
tour. They are classic New England upper class who are wannabe European
upper class.

You can say I have been pretty much on my own since I was a young child, my
parents were traveling, and vacationing almost constantly. I was too much
of a burden on such trips, thus I was practically raised by the household
staff or in boarding schools most of my life.

This world tour however went just a little too far. They felt they would be
gone so long that they dismissed the household staff, and shut down the
family estate. They gave me a trust fund to draw off of, I had spent most
of my schooling in private, boarding schools, though this might have not
been so bad except for a slight problem, I just graduated from high
school. I was blessed, or cursed, what ever the point of view, with a high
I.Q., and a sponge like mind. I could go to college, but I'm only sixteen,
and I felt I could wait.

Having no home to go to, I decided to go out on my own. I wanted to get
away from the high society of New England, and hide out in southern
California, it was as far as possible while remaining on the continent. I
found a quiet suburban neighborhood in the hinterlands of Los Angeles, an
interesting find too. The house was actually built in the late 1870's, one
of the few lasting structures of a town that died out in the early
1900's. It had been owned by a variety of eccentrics, and was well
maintained, but the last owner disappeared in the 1970's, the house had
been vacant since. The only thing added on since the house was built was a
large concrete, and tiled swimming pool in the backyard, which was
installed in the mid 1920's.

The house was one of those places with an interesting history, rumors of
weird noises, and lights coming from the basement, a classic haunted house,
it was dirt cheap, and in incredibly good condition, not even a broken
window. I flew out there with most of my belongings, save some furniture
which I sold to help pay for a '98 Aston-Martin, I still had expensive
tastes, and rented a trailer. It was on a Friday night when I arrived. I
only had a few bags of clothes, and a sleeping bag. I opened the door for
the first time, I expected it to be dusty, empty, and barren. I had only
seen photos of the exterior, and insured reports that it was up to code,
including the wiring and plumbing, which allowed me to have the power and
water turned on, though I had some doubts.

The place was completely furnished, though dust had settled on pretty much
everything, nothing was left covered or anything. The house was decorated
in a classic Victorian style, the furniture was all period, as well as the
wall paper, and art decorating the wall. Though one thing struck me as odd,
I had seen other examples of Victorian furniture, but this stuff seemed
rather large, the chairs and tables were set rather high and slightly wider
then expected, only a trained eye could really notice such things, but it
struck me as odd.

The paintings were also different upon closer examination. They were almost
all erotic, and very graphic. Also the men, and women involved were not
typical Victorians. The men were all broad shouldered, often muscular,
young, very handsome, and freakishly endowed. The women at least toned, and
often like muscular amazons, and lets just say the breast size, and shape
was often large, and followed a very modern ideal. There were both
straight, and gay scenes, as well as orgies going both ways. Though the
straight scenes didn't do much for me, the gay scenes were quickly turning
me on, as I stared closer I was taken aback at what I saw, surprised I did
not notice it before. These people were not human, they all featured
completely black eyes, noticeably pointed ears, their mouths were filled
with sharp teeth, and large fangs, and they often featured long black,
almost claw like fingernails. It was like that in all the paintings. As I
looked at others, I saw the same traits, they all had these monstrous
features, on these inhumanly perfect bodies. It could not have been the
same artist as I noticed too many variations of style. It was strange that
a group of artists would choose not only to portray such graphic sex, but
the same series of inhuman physical traits.

I studied the pictures as I went though the house, it was fairly evenly
distributed in persuasion, and I was soon completely hard. I made my way to
one of the large house's five bedrooms, my brain now half operating on
hormones.

The bedroom I walked into was also quite large, and featured a canopied
king size bed. Though it was quite dusty, everything was in perfect
condition, just like the rest of the house's furnishing and decoration. In
front of the bed was a giant 8 foot tall, 3 foot wide mirror. I stared into
it, watching my hands rub my chest and crotch.

I never considered myself very handsome, but I have had positive
feedback. My strawberry blonde hair was quite long and full, reaching the
middle of my back. I had pulled it back into a loose tail, which left loose
bangs running down the side of my lightly freckled face. My brown eyes
looked quite large through the thick wire framed oval glasses I wore
because of a stigmatism.

I took off my shirt, my body was toned, and muscular as much as this lanky
six foot six allowed. I was soon perspiring heavily seeing my cock strain
through the black sweat pants I wore. It was the one thing that I was truly
noticed for. I quickly took off my sneakers, then took off the stretching
pants. It stood throbbing at its full fourteen and a half inch length, and
three inch girth, my smooth balls were hot and heavy their lemon size and
weight pulling on my scrotum.

The few friends I had at school considered me lucky to be so
`blessed'. Imagine the reaction when one of the few times my mother was
actually around long enough to make me get involved in something, and
`this' would put an end to it. It was a summer break, maybe she felt
guilty, but she went and did some parenting on her own, and signed me up
for ballet. I was at first mortified, but the class grew on me. My parents
would even attend my first recital. This was the first time I wore tights,
I had tried to hide myself as much as possible, nervous and scared. I was
only twelve and I had this huge bulge that no one could not fail to
notice. I went out onto the stage, trying to block out that there was an
audience. I lasted two minutes before I was pulled off by my dance
instructor. She accused me of stuffing my tights till she grabbed down
there, and noticed that it was real, back then I was packing ten
inches. She apologized, and made an announcement their was a
misunderstanding, but my parents were mortified and left, never attending
another recital and never speaking of it again.

Here `it' was, and now it actually turned me on seeing this throbbing
monster in the mirror. I sat down on the bed, not caring about rising dust,
and took advantage of another physical gift. I bent over and started
sucking on my oversized cock. This was the closest to sex I ever
reached. The schools I went to were too conservative, and I never revealed
my sexuality to anyone. I took in as much as I could, soon reaching the
half way point. Several minutes later I felt that familiar rumble in my
cock and balls. I gleefully drank the spurting load of spew. My body
shuttered in orgasm for over a minute before finally ceasing. My cock was
soon out of my mouth, going limp just as I fell asleep atop the dust
covered sheets.

I awoke an hour later, covered in dust, and sneezing heavily. Staring at my
placated manhood, I gleefully put my clothes back on. I liked the room I
was in, and decided to make it my own. I went down stairs and grabbed my
sleeping bag, and brought it upstairs, laying it atop the bed. I then went
and grabbed a quick shower, washing off the remaining dust, and went to
bed.

I awoke late in the morning, starving, I quickly got dressed, so as not to
miss breakfast at a nearby McDonalds. A few Sausage McMuffins and a cup of
coffee later, it was off to buy cleaning supplies, a few basic tools, some
food and do a bit of unpacking.

It was late afternoon, when I decided to take a break. I was going to keep
the furniture, it was too nice, and too unique to give up, the only
furnishings I needed were a stereo, a television, and a few other
appliances, I'm still unsure about keeping a gas stove. I had cleaned and
dusted off most of the kitchen, upstairs, and downstairs hallways and my
bedroom.

I went to the kitchen for a soda, the old appliances worked great, I could
not believe this place was not emptied, most of these things date back to
the forties, though the refrigerator was more mid 60's vintage. It just
seemed to fit this place perfectly.

I took up the boxes for my computer, and set them up in my room, it was
large enough, and then some. The room featured a massive desk just to the
left of the window, an almost ideal spot, it was even near a phone jack.

With a pre furnished house, I felt that what few things I brought to
decorate, mainly posters, that a lot of it would wind up in the basement. I
took a couple of boxes and hauled them down to the basement. It was really
filthy down here, and I felt this was going to be the worst to clean. The
basement was very large, and featured a high ceiling, with a stone finished
floor. Except for cobwebs, the place was completely empty. This place was
almost too good to be true. As I walked toward the other end, I noticed a
large wooden door. It was almost medieval looking, down to the gargoyle
ringed handle. What made it weird was that it was toward where the
foundation ends. I slowly walked over to it, feeling weirdly nervous. As I
walked over towards the door, I noticed a slight incline to the floor. When
I reached the door it was another foot lower then the landing to the
upstairs, the door was much taller then I thought.

The door was dusty, and covered in cobwebs, and the gargoyle looked
absolutely demonic. The door was made of oak or some other wood, because it
was heavy, and it creaked rather loudly. As I opened the door I saw another
staircase, this one made of stone, and looked like it was from a medieval
castle.

I ran upstairs to grab a flashlight, and went back down. As I walked down
the stone steps, the flashlight seemed all the more important, there were
no windows, thus the flashlight was my only illumination.

The stairs went down in a spiral pattern for quite a distance. I eventually
reached the landing, and came upon stacks of crates. As I examined the room
I actually found a light switch, and flicked it on. A simple wooden
chandelier illuminated the room, fitted with several light bulbs. As I
walked through the maze of crates, I heard a strange sound, like water
boiling, coming from behind a door. This door seemed to match the features
of the one upstairs, and seemed to be just as creaking.

This room too, was also illuminated by a similar chandelier, but set in a
very high ceiling, easily twenty-five feet high. In the center of the room
was a bubbling pool of creamy white liquid, surrounded by four stone
monoliths which cast foreboding shadows. The room felt very humid, and I
started to sweat as I walked in. I went to the pool, it gave off faint
heat, even as I brought my hand to the near surface, the temperature was
comfortably warm. I hesitantly placed my hand into the pool, the liquid was
warm and pleasant to the touch. I put a little more of my hand into the
liquid, and then it felt like the liquid sucked me in like a strange
vacuum. I blacked out as soon as I fell in, I thought I was dead.

Then what seemed a moment later I awoke in my bed, naked, wet, my vision
horribly blurred. I reach to my face, and realize my glasses are on, I pull
them off and can see not just clearly, but with a strange sense of detail
that is difficult to describe. I could see each shimmer of light on the bed
posts that I had waxed earlier, the dust in the room was like a strangely
beautiful swirling cloud as the sun light beamed off it. I could see
textures, and see feint sunbeams that were barely visible with even this
refined vision. I get up quickly, I screamed when I looked into the mirror.

My face was not my own, it still had the same brown eyes, light freckles,
but my face, I could see differences, subtle but this strangely attuned
vision I had made them more apparent. The more prominent cheekbones, subtly
defined chin, full sensual lips. I was staring almost trance like at a face
I always wanted. I noticed the strangely pointed ears only as I turned my
head, I gasped then noticed a pair of large pointed canines, just like the
people in the paintings, but the canines were the only sharp teeth, and I
still had the same brown eyes, but even they seemed more sensual and
alluring. I finally broke away to realize this body was not mine. It was
broad shouldered, and incredibly muscular. It was strange, I didn't look
like a full blown body builder. I looked like I could put my arms down, and
my legs, though always long, were powerful and muscular. The thighs seemed
to not be so bulging as to give me the off gate of them rubbing together.

I stood in front of the mirror, I nearly fell over when I realized that I
was much taller. There were only a few inches separating the top of my
head, to the top of that giant mirror. The build I had was like a strange
fantasy ideal, like some `Conan' illustration, I even had a tapering narrow
waist that only flared at my pelvis from having a firm bubble ass. I then
noticed my cock. Not a single hair on it, and its now freakishly larger
length. I had a penis over fourteen inches when erect, this thing looked
fourteen inches limp, and my balls were now the size of grapefruits. I went
and grabbed a measuring tape. The first thing to check was my height, I
unrolled it, anchoring one end with my heel, seven feet six inches, I had
grown a whole foot. Now my limp cock, fifteen inches long, three inches
wide. I was almost scared to see it erect, but I gently stroked it. It
responded quickly, the sensation seemed enhanced, definitely more
pleasurable then seemed normal. I choked as I felt it reach its full
length, my hands shook almost violently as I tried to measure it,
twenty-eight inches long, five inches wide. I was a freak, how could I ever
have sex with this monster, but it felt real good, it was hot and throbbing
with a fat red helmet head.

I felt only a cold shower could get this thing down, so I decided to take
one. As I got into the tub, and turned on the water, I suddenly turned on
the hot water, which made me feel warm all over. I stood up, grasping my
cock with both hands started jerking it violently. As I felt my balls
contract, and my cock quake, I fell onto the water faucet and watched a
torrent river of cum erupt from my cock. The shower curtains that
surrounded the bathtub were blasted aside as thick massive jets of cum
splattered on the wall. The intense orgasm soon left me clutching onto my
precarious perch on the faucet. I used my hands to try and slide up to a
standing position, leaning against the wall, thankful that the shower mount
was, like much of the houses furnishing unusually high. My cock continued
to send thick powerful torrents of sperm flying, splashing against the
ceiling and walls, only to dribble back down into my face and hair.

It stopped several minutes later, the bathtub, the walls, the ceiling all
covered in my cum. As I finally regained some composure, I noticed I was
still hard, my cock and balls did not even feel the slightest bit spent. It
was only after a thorough shower, followed by a cold rinsing that my
erection finally faded. I spent the better part of half an hour cleaning
off the cum. It shocked me as to the amount, when I had to dump several
bucket loads down the sink.

As I finished in the bathroom I went to my room to get some clothes on, I
didn't even realize it till I was finished that the clothes actually fit my
new gargantuan body, even in the crotch area. I tried to not think of what
happened, but my thoughts ran back to those two, possibly more chambers
deep under this house. I unpacked and cleaned much of the day, before
finally stopping for dinner, my appetite felt ravenous. I only had simple,
frozen foods so far, and I spent the better part of the evening cooking,
and eating almost constantly. Finally satisfied, I realized I ate half the
food I bought, which would have lasted a week. I cleaned off the plates,
and left them in the sink till morning, and dragged myself to bed, my mind
still wondering about my current situation.

That night my sleep was deep, and my dreams like nothing I have ever
experienced. I was in a city, a strange city filled with skyscrapers that
were huge and foreboding, boasting a gothic like architecture that made the
'Woolworth' building look simplistic. Built from black polished marble, and
adorned with more demons, then gargoyles. The streets were very wide, but
the huge size of the buildings made it seem narrow and dark, blocking out
the light of a hazy red moon. The streets were busy with a typical
metropolitan nightlife, the sidewalks quite crowded. The people were tall,
occasionally a man passed by who was taller then I was. They all had those
black obsidian eyes, mouth full of sharp teeth, pointed ears, and black
claw like fingernails. I slowly walked along the street no one showing much
attention to me, except the occasional leer or grin. I walked by an
alleyway, and was shocked to find a young man, he looked gorgeous, easily
no older then twenty. He had neck length curly black hair, a rich tan, with
a solid muscular frame. This dark haired stud was being blown by what
appeared to be a youth barely older then myself.

He had dirty blonde hair, a cute boyish face, and a supple, but well
muscled frame. This boy was deep throating him good, his lips locked around
the base of what looked like a big thick cock that was completely free of
pubic hair, and snaking down his throat, which bulged out like a
boaconstricter engulfing its prey.

The dark haired stud sees me watching, "Want to join in, he really knows
how to suck a cock." he says in a soft youthful voice that also held an
odd, yet exotic accent.

I walked over, and yanked out my own cock. The dark haired stud smiled
gleefully, as he bends over the youth, and starts sucking on my cock. I
thought I had gotten good at sucking my cock, but this guy was incredible,
I was fully erect in less then a minute. He took in all of my monstrous
cock, his throat bulged like the boy's, as he swallowed it all. Suddenly I
felt slight twinge of pain as his sharp teeth sank down slightly, I stared
down to realize he was cumming. The boy was trying desperately to drink
what looked like a tidal wave of cum. The boy eventually just took it out
of his mouth, the hose on this stud was almost two feet long, and he was
showering this young boy slut with river of cum.

After all this, I was ready to unleash my load. Like the kid, the stud
tried to swallow my tidal wave, but he soon found it pointless, and pulled
it out as well. We were now all covering ourselves in spewing cum. It
formed pools on the ground, and splattered all over the walls of the alley.

When we finished, the boy took off his pants, and revealed his own cock,
which shot to full erection right before my eyes. It looked just as big as
the dark haired stud's, maybe a little thinner. The boy bent over, and took
my still hard cock into his mouth. The dark haired stud stuck several
fingers into the boy's ass, and muttered a couple of strange alien phrases,
sparks of purple electricity discharged from the dark haired stud's hand,
the air was soon filled with a sweet musk. The stud removed his fingers,
then drove his tongue into the boy's ass, while the boy started blowing
me. I found myself fighting desperately to hold back my load. This kid was
a phenomenal cocksucker, even better then his well tanned friend.

I couldn't hold back anymore, I erupted into the kid's mouth. He swallowed
a lot of my cum, but he soon pulled it out, and I just bathed him and his
friend with my rushing waves of spew. The stud pulled his tongue out soon
after I came, and lapped up as much of my load as he could. As my volcanic
eruption slowed to a few spurting wads, he stroked the rest out of me,
while our tongues locked in hot french kissing.

I woke-up quite suddenly, and found myself lying in a puddle of cum, my
cock spurting the last few drops of an orgasm. Now rather awake I walked to
the bathroom to take a shower, while trying to wash the cum off my body, I
had to fight the urge to stroke my cock, I felt so fucking horny. I managed
to get through, though the urge was overwhelming. I returned to my room,
and was surprised to see that the cum covering the sheets, walls, and floor
was gone.

This was just too weird, the sheets, and everything else were perfectly
dry, not even the sign or scent of soap, though I did smell a bit of
ozone. I checked the sockets throughout the room, and hallway the smell was
localized to just this room. I double checked the sockets and fixtures just
to make sure, but the disappearing cum and sweat I found too weird.

Unable to sleep, I headed downstairs to the library to find something to
read, and perhaps get to sleep. When I opened the doors to the library, and
looked in, I saw what was ahead of me, the place was probably next to be
cleaned, everything was in perfect condition, except for the several inch
deep layer of dust on everything. I sneezed several times as I made my way
to the bookshelf. The selections were really weird, books on alchemy,
sorcery, even the theories of Wilhelm Reich. I then noticed what appeared
to be a large leather bound journal at the end of the shelf. I grabbed that
book and took it upstairs, hoping it might be entertaining.

The journal belonged to a Jebediah Birkshire, and from some of the early
entries he was some kind of amateur alchemist. He kept on talking about a
race of beings called Daemarrians, his description matched those of the
people in the paintings, and the people in my dream. He stated more then
once that Daemarrians were ageless, in all of their recorded histories no
one had died of old age, accidents and wars were the big killers, lots of
wars. Another feature truly unique to Daemarrians was the multi-dimensional
aspects of sex. Daemarrian male penises on average were twice the size, and
then some of a human male, though they were often only a foot or two taller
on average then human men. Daemarrian males can, surprisingly, engage in
full penetration with these enormous penises, their dicks, when entering an
orifice warp the spacial properties causing the orifice to expand fourth
dimensionaly to the desired length and width while recreating or expanding
pleasure zones. In other words a five foot six inch man could take a twenty
inch long, four inch wide penis up his ass and not be impaled.

He talked endlessly on how they managed to create a perfect fusion of
sorcery and science, and eventually the two became barely separable. He had
wandered much of the world searching for artifacts left by various
Daemarrian researchers and the like who studied Earth. The results of his
searches are down on the hidden sub cellar, he built this house atop his
last find, hoping to keep it secret, the pool was the real treasure. He
even established a three acre property line to keep out prying eyes, that
didn't fully work as the house did acquire a reputation. He studied what he
could, but much of the more technically advanced equipment was beyond
him. His final plan was to enter the pool near the end of his life, knowing
it would make him young and powerful, and able to finish his research. The
pool would have transformed him into a strange hybrid with most if not all
the properties of being a biological Daemarrian, which is what I guess I
am, which means I can have sex, while endowed with this enormous penis,
this could be fun!

From the looks of it he never made it, though the pool was already prepared
for him. The last entry in the diary was dated in 1936, guess the next
owner never opened the sub basement or it remained hidden, or perhaps a
little more likely, the new owners feared what was in the sub basement or
worse.

When I reached my room I read more, filling in the gaps. One device
Berkshire had managed to activate was an "Orgone Assimilator", a device
which absorbs orgone energy, and its byproducts, in this case my cum. It
then stores the energy it has converted, and uses it for such things as
maintenance, and powering the house's electrical systems. The device must
have been dormant for years, if I left my first monster orgasm in the
bathroom, it might have activated then. The strange semi-magical radius of
this thing extended over the whole three acres. I knew now I had to find
out what was in those boxes, and what was in the rest of that sub-basement.

Part: 2: The Other Stuff

I awoke early that morning, and was only slightly surprised to find my
refrigerator and cupboards full with my favorite foods. The Orgone
Assimilator had created it, feeding off my sexual energies. I ate a vast
breakfast, this body seemed to require large amounts of carbohydrates and
proteins to function.

After thoroughly filling myself, I immediately headed downstairs to the
sub-basement with the journal in my hand. The first item on the inventory
list in the journal that caught my eye was, "unknown device, possibly some
type of typewriter" was what was listed, and if my hunch is right, I knew
what it was.

I pried open the crates that the various components were in. I was right it
was a computer, but what were its capabilities, and what language was the
markings on the keys supposed to belong to. I took out the various
components, it looked like a PC built in the late 19th century, hard wood
exteriors, the keys on the keyboard looked like they were made of
ivory. Instead of plastic buttons, there were brass dials. The CPU and
keyboard were one item, it reminded me of an old Apple IIe, only twice the
width, the monitor was huge, easily 30 inches high, and 45 inches
wide. Where was I going to put this thing, it was gigantic, and there were
more components still in boxes. It pained me, but I had to put this strange
machine back, until I could properly set it up.

I checked the rest of the inventory list, lots of (I guessed) scientific
equipment, but then I noticed another entry, labeled leftover
furnishings. I went over to the crates that contained the `leftover
furnishings'. Talk about luck, Daemarrian sized office furniture. Well to
call it mere office furniture might have been insulting, its quality was
like the furniture in the rest of the house, of a Victorian-like style, but
it was in terms of function office furniture.

I spent the whole day unloading the furniture, and moving crates, setting
up the beginnings of a secret den as it were in this sub basement. I fought
the urge to got to the other exposed door, waiting to see what this ware
house of material contained, and what it was hiding.. It was while moving
the crates I discovered several doors that were blocked by crates, and knew
this place was far larger then I thought. I managed to contain, or divert
my curiosity to the computer. The desk I mounted this huge beast on was
obviously meant for the machine, as there was even room for the huge
monitor. I also unpacked what appeared to be a diskette drive of some kind,
it looked to be able to handle five disks of about CD or DVD size. This was
probably the only place in the house I could set this thing up in, the
outlets were a weird four pronged design, and all of the sockets down here
would only take them.

Several hours later, the moment I had been waiting for, I flicked the
switch on the monitor, then the CPU. The initial digital displays were in
the language and figures on the keyboard. I couldn't make heads or tails of
it. Then just after that thought went through my head, I saw a repeated
word, it repeated three times, then said, "translating" twice, followed by
"translation completing". I looked in shock as I noticed the keyboard warp
and shift like liquid, the keys were rearranging, until finally it
resembled a standard keyboard with several other functions whose
abbreviations I didn't quite understand. The rest of the start-up sequence
was in English, and looked fairly typical, until another sequence began.

"Patching in to Daemarran World Net"

"Connection Complete"

"Beginning Hardware, and Software Upgrade"

I stared through the vents in the CPU, just as the keyboard was morphing,
now the rest of the hardware was morphing. The sequence was soon complete,
and what I saw next seemed the most surprising of all. First the
manufacturers logo, `Vrel'Garrenware', then the shocker, "Microsoft
Windows, Licensed for Vrel'Garrenware, Version 12.4". My mind shouted
`Conspiracy', Bill Gates is selling Windows to other dimensions."

The main screen came up, no wallpaper, and the desktop was default, it
looked like Windows 98, but instead of IE, it had a logo for DWN-E, and a
few other items. I checked "My Computer" to see what was on this thing. The
features looked a little more advanced, before even hitting a drive letter,
a display of processor, and RAM was already displayed. This thing was a
beast, 2.4 Gigahertz processor, 1.6 gigs of RAM, the Hard Drive could be in
Terrabytes, and sure enough, a pie chart came up, 828 megabytes used, 893.1
gigabytes free, I was a little disappointed, not even twice the size of a
corporate mainframe, I'm being sarcastic.

Shocked at the wonder machine now in my possession, I hurriedly grabbed
another feast of food, and ran back down to the sub basement to play with
my new toy. I checked for any software, strangly enough, it was all
translated, possibly a result of the computer's translating program. They
all looked like CD's, but I also noticed a box of what appeared to be
blanks, probably some kind of rewritable CD or something, as well as a case
with handwriting on them. I also found what, from the titles appeared to be
games of some kind, and what appeared to be virtual reality gloves, and
goggles, but looked to have been built in the late 19th Century as well.

I inserted the Game CD into the top disk drive, a couple seconds later a
screen came-up, "Dark Host II" it was called, and below it was instructions
to place the gloves and helmet on. Suddenly there was a rush, I thought I
fainted. As I became conscious I was in a whole other room, a spaceship I
think, there was a large scarred looking Daemarrian dressed in what
appeared to be a naval uniform, "Marine, the ship has been boarded, the
hosts of the Daemon Lords have taken control of the ship, stop them by any
means necessary."

Cool a virtual reality version of `Doom', then the game options came-up,
being inexperienced I went for the lowest setting, Another rush went
through me, and as I opened my eyes again, I was in some kind of flak
armor, and carrying a really big, and nasty looking hand gun. I heard
screaming and roaring all around me, and the most kick-ass background music
I ever heard, ten times better then Quake II's. I ran down a corridor, the
music building up my adrenaline, and increasing my heart rate. I soon saw a
bunch of big muscular demons running at me, I fired my gun, it must have
been a powerful one because I blasted their heads off in a shower of gore,
it was intense. I almost wanted to puke, this made `Doom' or `Quake' like a
Disney Cartoon. I continued playing, the violence was so extreme as to
almost be funny (see New Zealand film maker Peter Jackson's `Bad Taste or
Dead Alive (aka Brain Damage) to say the least. In the course of the board
I had acquired some monster of an assault rifle, some sort of tri-barreled
auto-shotgun, the shotgun proving to be a brutal monster of a weapon at
close range, and of all the most nasty of weapons, a large chainsword. The
format was rather familiar, divided into stages like `Doom' or `Quake', in
all respects this was just `Doom' with more bells and whistles.

I made it to the end of the first board, which resulted in me retaking the
ship, and rescuing the surviving crew. The scene soon switched to a
bunkroom, I was naked, and so were the nine other guys, or should I say
Daemarrians. They were all gorgeous in appearance, and their endowments
were above average by even Daemarrian standards. One of the marines walked
up to me, he had straight silky black hair, shaved at the sides but long in
back and pulled into a ponytail, he looked around eighteen, built as large
as I was, and his cock was only a couple inches shorter then my own,
"Medals are one thing, we have our own way for showing gratitude." He said
lustfully as he went down and started sucking me off.

The rest of the marines stared on, getting hard as well. To be brief an
orgy ensued, I must have spent more time in this orgy of muscular
Daemarrian marines then going through the board. The sensations were so
real, I even felt it when I was being fucked up the ass by cocks that could
only be compared to my own endowment. My cock's never ending geyser of cum
was more then happy to fill all those big muscular studs. The orgy only
stopped when the ship started shuddering, and the sounds of explosions
could be heard in the background. The scene faded to another briefing stage
with the same naval officer, "The ship is under attack by a Daemonic Barge,
our ship cannot outrun it, and cannot outgun it, the marines are ordered to
board `The Barge in hopes of taking control of, or destroying it." The
beginning of the second level. I immediately saved the game and took off
the helmet, the action which also removed the VR helmet.

As I took off the helmet, I felt another rush, as I opened my eyes, I was
back in the sub basement of my house. There was cum all over the floor, I
watched in shock as red electricity soon sparked all the puddles of spew,
the cum looked like it was being soaked into the floor. I guessed that was
the `Orgone Assimilator' at work, my cum and spent sexual energy being
utilized to power this house, and create the food that this massive body
requires.

I closed the game, and wanted to check out what else was on this monster of
a PC. I pulled out another CD-like disc, in bold gothic letters it read,
"Encyclopedia Vetarika, 20th Multi-Media Edition". I placed the CD in one
of the other drives. The screen soon took on the appearance of an ancient
looking book, the title engraved in some shining red material. Clicking on
the title the book opens to a detailed table of contents, `Introduction'
topping the list. I clicked on the Introduction, the pages turned, showing
a page of text in english, off in a corner of the screen another window
opened. A face materialized in the window, it was a Daemarrian, he looked
barely fifteen, with full long blonde hair, a gorgeous face with rosy
cheeks and smile that could send hearts racing to explosion, if you didn't
mind all the sharp teeth. "Welcome to the Encyclopedia Vetarika, Multi
Media 20th. Edition", I am your guide Professor Nedal Vre'Schal, Professor
of History at Fredara'Goth University. Thank You for purchasing the most
comprehensive multi-media encyclopedia series on the market. The
Ecyclopedia Vetarika is a comprehensive guide to the collective knowledge
and cultures of Daemarra to date, and please don't forget to check out our
preview of the `Guides to the Earths, a comprehensive guide to the various
alternate dimensions featuring this colorful world, as well as `Atlas of
Dimensions' supplement as well."

My God, `Guides to the Earths', `Atlas of Dimensions', the concepts seemed
beyond belief, the possibilities were endless. My brain was on overload, I
had to take a break. I went upstairs to get some a soda. My mind was
swimming with what I had just experienced. What kind of place was Daemarra,
from what I read in `The Journal, it's inhabited by demons who act like
sentient beings capable of rational thought. They are ageless, with only
accidents, the occasional disease, and wars as the only way of thinning out
the population. Though Berkshire emphasized war as the biggest contributor
to population checking. Are they like us, like our most extreme aspects,
and what do they know of Earth, wait he said other dimensions with Earth in
it, possibly different timelines if Sci-Fi is right. I tried to put it out
of my mind for now, and wanted to watch some television, only remembering I
don't have one yet. Maybe `Berkshire had a Daemarrian television that picks
up their stations, I thought amusedly, but that notion intrigued me as
well, made me think of the possibilities.

I went back downstairs to the sub basement, and decided to unpack as much
of that stuff as I could. As I went down to turn off the Encyclopedia and
get started, I noticed an Icon on the screen that was highlighted with the
abbreviation OA, it looked like some sort of drive. I clicked on it, It was
the Orgone Assimilator, it was now patched into the computer. On the screen
was a window which read, "Field wide lingual translation complete, energy
banks at 96% capacity" I checked out the other features, including a
listing of functions. The device must be incredibly efficient, it would
drain the energy banks by only 10% to power the houses electrical systems
for one year, food about 20% of power or a year, the lingual translation
used barely .05% of available power, physical maintenance a little more
taxing, barring major repairs 30% for a year. But then it must be designed
for owners who are a little more active, and live a lot longer.

I managed to break myself away from this amazing machine, closing the
windows, and start on the inventory. It was rather amusing reading
`Berkshire's entries, what he thought was an electric cauldron was really
just a combination washer and dryer, understandable really when washer's
looked a lot different, and drying was done by hand in his day. Actually
this does save me a bit of money as well. The stuff this guy collected was
amazing, he was searching for the secrets of the gods, and he probably
looted some researchers finished basement. There was a weird, but must be
an awesome stereo set-up, what could be considered a nautilus machine, but
the weights had weird runes on them. There was a reclining chair made from
some exotic leather and stuffed to the seems, and a massive couch made from
similar material and style, far more contemporary then the furniture
upstairs. A good sized refrigerator, probably of Daemarrian
manufacture. Finally of all things, boxes of comic books, and soft bound
novels, all translated by the Orgone Assimilator, what strides old
`Berkshire could have made if only he plugged in that computer. I continued
going through, and was shocked and amused to find a `Televisor'. Close
enough, `toy for the rich' was what was in his entry. Well televisions were
toys for the rich back then, if it weren't for WWII, they would have been
in millions of homes by the mid forties.

It was a thing of beauty, if the picture quality is any good. A massive
thing the screen eight feet high, and 12 feet wide, talk about home
theatre, and some sort of media player and discs similar to the
computers'. I cataloged most of the actual scientific equipment, lots of
chemical samples, and what I think are biological samples. Beakers, Bunson
Burners, diagnostic equipment, and in several massive crates, God only
knows `Berkshire got them down here, a series of holding or stasis tanks
large enough to hold something really big, like a large Daemarrian. There
were also several large barrels of chemicals, the construction on them,
thankfully quite solid, as it would be terrible to find I was sitting on a
virtual chemical waste dump.

I unpacked the rest of the leftover furniture as well, this would make a
really cool den., but what was in the other rooms? That was a question that
now started to weigh heavily, not only from curiosity, but where to put the
scientific equipment. I opened a door at the opposite side to the room that
had `The Pool. Inside was a dust-covered room that looked like it was
already filled with some lab equipment, obviously this was `Berskshire's
laboratory'. I spent over an hour moving stuff around, luckily those
holding tanks were mounted on rollers. I soon realized as I finished that
most of the stuff I had moved around was enormously heavy. I mean the
computer monitor, the television, I had to move those holding tanks in an
almost horizontal level just to get them through the door. I never realized
I was this strong till now, it never even occurred to me.

As I came to the realization of my own strength, I also came to the
realization of my own hunger, from all the unloading, and such. Again I ate
enough to feed an army, I wonder if famine was another problem Daemarrrians
had to cope with before such things as Orgone Assimilators. After my meal I
headed back down to the sub basement, there was still two more doors that I
haven't opened.

I went over to the area of the room that featured the two doors, the doors
were about ten feet apart, so it was either a rather large room, or two
smaller ones, or they could be two large rooms with the doors near a
corner. Whatever the case I opened the door on the left. The room was dark,
except for the feint green glow of a strange rune encrusted stone
door. When I tried to open the door, my body rocked with pain as green
electricity coursed through me. That was a bad idea, possible `The Journal
has something about this. I left the small room, the pain quickly fading. I
walked over to the other door, the only other door that was exposed before
I unpacked all this stuff. The room was pitch black, and had a musty, odd
odor to it. I felt around the wall and found a light switch. Flicking it
on, I was not totally surprised with what I found. It was a small bedroom
with a simple cot and a table covered with papers, and diagrams. On the bed
was a skeleton, covered in rags. The arms were crossed near the heart, and
the skeleton still reasonably intact. This was the final resting place of
Jebediah Berkshire, he probably died in his sleep. I examined the rest of
the room, it contained not only stacks of papers, but a small bookcase. All
the books were large and looked to have been written in what ever
language(s) the Daemarrians speak. After giving a cursory examination of
the room, I gathered the bones into the bedsheet they had been laying on
since 1936, and tied it shut.

I took the bones upstairs, and outside to a wooded grove in the
backyard. On three acres of land, it was just a matter of finding a nice
spot. I dug a hole approximately six feet deep, layed the bones in, covered
the spot, and marked the it with a crude cross made from branches and wood
scraps and carved in his name with a screw driver. Nothing spectacular, but
something respectful at least. Feeling rather solemn, I decided I had been
cooped up in this house for too long.

I got dressed in a pair of jeans, and an old `Ghost in the Shell' T-Shirt,
and some simple leather sandals. As I looked in the mirror I noticed
something, all of my clothes were loose fitting and baggy, it was
comfortable, and my reaction to being free of tight uncomfortable school
uniforms. Now I felt something I never felt about myself, a sense of pride
in my appearance, I wanted to show off this god-like body, it was time to
go shopping.

Part 3: Facing the World

I drove down to the nearby mall, I was a little nervous, not only from
exposing my new body to the outside world, but it was my first time here
period. I found a parking spot, and headed in. I was not getting quite as
much stares as I had thought, oh the single mindedness of people
shopping. There was only the occasional stare, the occasional leer. Quite a
few young girls leered and drooled, most of the men seemed intimidated. I
checked out a number of stores, not a single place had anywhere near my
size for leg length, even the baggy khaki shorts were tight on my thighs.

I finally tried a `Tall and Fat' store. It was pretty high quality stuff,
and some of it looked decent. It was almost amusing to be in there, about
half the customers probably weighed as much as I did. They were just a lot
wider. I found several pairs of shorts, they were baggy on me, but I
realized I wanted clothing that showed off my body. I bought several pairs
of jeans that were too short, and were tight on the legs, and a pair of
scissors. I looked around some more, bought a few XXXX large plain
T-shirts, my options for clothing were rather slim. I headed to the nearest
`Electronics Boutique', looked around, bought a game for my `regular'
computer, as I looked through the anime section I realized I might need a
television that allowed a VCR, and other stuff. Now me in `Electronics
Boutique' that caused quite the attention, those stores are usually small,
and my huge frame going through all those bodies caused quite a stir.

I made my way to the `Food Court', I did a cross section of the whole place
in terms of food, spent more there then I did in `The Boutique. After
hearing for years about gay guys `Cruising' at malls I think I finally saw
a couple. It was while finishing my third meal, these guys just kept
staring at me. I thought they were supposed to be more subtle about it, but
they leered, jaws agape, licking their lips more like animals then anything
more sensual. I pretended to be looking at a copy of `PC Gamer', fighting
the urge to laugh. I had a fiendish plan. I had just finished eating a
delicious foot long, greasy hogie steak sandwich, and was going to start on
the other one. Making sure no one else was looking I peered over the
magazine, and winked at them. They were both middle aged, looked like they
jogged or something, bodies were decent looking. I licked my lips, far more
sensually then they did. I picked-up my sandwich and started licking the
round tip of the roll, I gradually took in more and more, I was soon
deepthroating my hogie. Both of them looked shocked, and I think one of
them creamed in his pants. I took the hogie out of my mouth, winked at them
then went back to my magazine, and properly enjoying my sandwich and all
its artery blocking beauty.

I finally felt filled a few more trips to eateries later, and decided to go
to the bathroom before I bought a television, and such. As I stood at a
urinal relieving myself, I noticed someone else walk in. He was probably
over 6 feet in height, it was hard to tell as I was adjusting to my own
height. Slim, kind of lanky, he was sixteen or seventeen with a cute pug
nose, full lips and big green eyes. He was rather pale, especially compared
to the people I've seen around southern California, though I was pretty
pale myself. This kid was almost "Byron drinking vinegar to get pale"
pale. He had both of his ears pierced by at least five earrings. He had
long black hair, shaved on the sides, and pulled back into a tail, with a
bang running down the side of his youthfully beautiful face, a face that I
found rather familiar. His clothing was completely black in color, with the
exception of the red design and lettering in his `Sisters of Mercy
T-shirt'. He had `The Sisters' T-shirt tucked into these tight leather
pants, and wore these spiked leather boots, covered with a light black
duster. I tried not to look, I thought he was real cute, and kind of wild,
he reminded me of my old body, except he seemed wilder, more free-spirited
then I ever was.

He went over the urinal next to me, I stared straight ahead at the wall,
but I could notice him taking a few quick glances over at me. I soon
noticed his jaw was agape, I looked over and smiled, he quickly turned his
head. He was perspiring profusely despite the overpowered air
conditioner. "I don't mind if you look, its fine with me." I said in a
rather friendly tone.

I then glanced over at him, my eyes widened, talk about him reminding me of
myself, the kid was hung like a horse, easily similar in size to my old
body, "You're not too shabby, if you don't mind me saying?" I said as
calmly as I could.

I'd never been so forward before, and I was all but shaking like a leaf. He
looked over at me again, his eyes bugging out of his head, "Fuck your huge,
I never knew a dick could be that big." He said excitedly.

"You should see it hard, it gets much bigger." I replied, a little more at
ease.

We both finished around the same time, and zipped up. "Hi, I'm Michael?" he
sad as he quickly brought his hand up. I looked at him and laughed. He
quickly realized what he did and laughed as well. We both walked over to
the sink, and washed our hands, "Let me start over, I'm Michael Karlcek" he
said nervously.

"Richard Halton at your service." I replied and shook his hand in a light
grip. His skin was soft and smooth, my more refined senses made such a
sensation very pleasant to say the least.

We went back into the food court, grabbed a light snack. He was sixteen,
and just recently moved here from Poughkeepsie New York. We were both
strangers in a strange land. Michael from a `virtual' suburb of New York
City, myself the suburbs of Boston, or `Lovecraft Country' as I liked to
call it. Despite our current appearances we had a lot in common, and
managed to hit it off immediately, though Michael was shocked to learn that
we were the same age, until he really looked at my face.

Michael went with me as I went and looked at televisions and stuff, helped
with his opinion, he was rather well informed, "It's pretty cool to look at
all this great stuff, and actually be able to buy it. Your folks actually
let you by this stuff for yourself." Michael asked while we were looking at
a stereo system.

"My parents are almost stereotypically emotionally detached, bored old
money. They had a kid just so they could leave all their wealth to someone
besides a charity organization or the government. They're on a world tour,
won't be back for two years, I'm already finished with high school, they
shut the family estates down, left me a pile of money to live off of and
told to strike it out on my own. So this is all for my house, mine alone."
I said, a little pained at my abandonment.

"Whoah, talk about `Poor Little Rich Boy', you have everything except for
emotional support. Well this proves money does not equal happiness."
Michael replied, he was at least understanding.

With all the delivery arrangements made for the stuff, "You wanna do
something, see a movie?" I said warmly.

Michael suddenly pulled me over to a corridor leading to some bathrooms,
"Richard, how do I say this, oh damn. I'm really attracted to you, I always
wondered about myself, but you made it proof. I want you really bad, you're
a walking fantasy." Michael said nervously then stared up at me with a
longing,

"I think you're gorgeous too, I've known about myself a lot longer, but
believe me this is just as new for me as well." I said as I rubbed my
finger by his cheek.

Without another word spoken, we both left, and immediately headed back to
the house. When we reached there our hearts were racing, I flung open the
door, and shut it just as quickly. Michael leaped into my arms, we kissed
passionately, our tongues racing through each other's mouths. I ran
upstairs to my room, Michael still in my giant arms. I collapsed into that
giant bed built for beings whose size I just recently became equal
to. Michael flung off his duster, and shirt showing off his slim, hard,
pale torso. I took off my shirt, and Michael immediately started licking my
huge pecs, and hard nipples. I had to take my cock out of my shorts,
Michael's licking was driving me wild.

I quickly unzipped my shorts, and my cock came flying out my shorts, and
made a thud noise as it fell on Michael's back. He looked over his shoulder
and saw my throbbing cockhead, just as it spurted a blast of precum into
his face.

"I never thought I would ever see a cock as big as mine, it's just
beautiful!" Michael groaned as he started licking the cockhead.

Michael was a natural, oh and how he stuck his tongue down my piss slit was
amazing. I found myself watching with shock and arousal as he started
swallowing my massive cockhead, just like the young boy in my dream, his
jaw looked to extend as his mouth went around my throbbing grapefruit sized
purple cockhead.

I managed to pry my eyes from Michael's supernatural feat, to lift him with
one arm, and yank off his pants with the other, exposing his own massive
meat which was now raging hard. I easily swallowed his huge fourteen inches
of thick cock in one gulp, my own mouth warping supernaturally to
accommodate Michael's huge size. Michael slowly took in more and more of my
titanic beast. It was both strange and erotic at the same time watching his
mouth tame my cock, I had far less trouble with his own mighty meat.

We sucked each other in such a slow and sensual manner, our bodies rubbing
against each other, I've never felt so alive, no dream or virtual reality
simulation could compare to what we had now. Finally after an eternity of
pleasure I erupted. Michael must have been shocked as he only swallowed a
few blasts of my monstrous orgasm, he immediately pulled out my cock after
that. I gleefully swallowed his very impressive load, he must have been
shooting over two minutes straight from that fourteen inch monster. My
orgasm bathed both of us for over five minutes non-stop. When Michael
finished shooting, I took his softening cock from my mouth, and smiled as
he watched in awe as my cock erupted over both of us.

We were both utterly covered, I must have swallowed a couple liters easy,
Michael maybe half that. I soon got on my knees and kissed him with
incredible passion, we kissed for several minutes, the feeling of holding
him in my arms was indescribable.

"You must be some sort of god." Michael exclaimed as he stared into my
eyes.

"Not quite but closer then I ever thought possible." I said to him as I
just stared into his own eyes.

"Speaking of that, you're still hard, is it raw?" Michael said as he
stroked my still hard cock.

"Actually no, in fact I feel even hornier, are you up for another round?" I
said rather non-chalantly.

"You have got to be kidding, you came like a fucking fire hose!" Michael
said in astonishment.

"Yeah, and believe me, I can go a lot longer." I growled, his body pressed
against mine was really turning me on, and it was getting hard to control
my urges.

I soon felt Michael's cock start rubbing against my leg, he was getting
hard again. He looked up at me longingly, he was definitely turned on
still. I moved my hands down to feel his firm round ass. He started doing
the same to me. I gently squeezed his ass cheeks, then I gently inserted my
pinky into his bunghole. He groaned but said or did nothing to tell me to
stop. Suddenly I felt a tingle then the room filled with a strange
fragrance, like sweet cherry blossoms. I suddenly realized that this must
have been what the stud in my dream did to the kid before he started
rimming him.

"I must be insane, but Richard I want you to fuck me, please!" Michael said
as he left my arms and laid on the bed, his legs spread wide.

I soon went down on him, and drove my tongue up his bunghole, not totally
surprised by the sweet cherry flavor. I was soon eating Michael's ass out
something fierce, his soft flesh and that delicious cherry flavor. After a
few minutes, Michael groaning in ecstasy, his cock was throbbing right
before my eyes. I removed my tongue, and soon substituted it with my cock,
I was just too hot to realize what I was doing. I eased my cock into that
tight virgin ass, amazed at how it was stretching to accommodate my size,
though Michael did bleed a bit, it was his first time. I soon had it into
the hilt, and Michael was not impaled, Berkshire was right, Michael took
all of my 28 inches, and looked to be enjoying it!

As soon as I was in all the way, I rolled over onto my back, Michael was
soon moving up and down my huge cock, fiercely jacking his own throbbing
cock. It was mesmerizing watching Michael move up and down the shaft of my
cock while stroking the fourteen inch monster that nearly reached his
chest. He must have been really enjoying himself, because he came a few
minutes later, and was almost screaming his head off. His orgasm was
strained, having ejaculated so recently, but it was still impressive.

Michael's ass was also milking my cock with that incredible ass. It was
amazing to say the least, and I soon blew my second load. Michael was
getting flooded fast, cum was poring out of his ass like water from a
faucet, lubing his ass and making his rhythm fast and furious. When I
finally finished Michael collapsed onto my chest, he was panting hard, I
eased my erect cock from his ass just as the last spurts of cum shot out
from my cock.

"That was fucking incredible, I never felt so good!" Michael groaned in
between breaths.

"You were something yourself, but I wanna try out that big bruiser of yours
sometime, I've got a cherry ass too." I said as I held him in my arms, and
gently licked the cum off his face.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, I wondered if we'd feel the `Orgone
Assimilator' when it kicked in and cleaned up the mess of sweat, cum, and
blood. I am definitely liking this house a lot.

I awoke an hour later, staring at Michael's sleeping face, his face was
mashed against the overstuffed pillow, his tongue was hanging out and he
was drooling. I eased over and started sucking on his tongue with my
lips. His eyes opened a second later, "Holy shit, you weren't a dream!"
Michael exclaimed as he shot straight up.

"Nope, you weren't dreaming!" I said jovially as I also got up.

"Wait a minute where's the mess, I mean when you came those two times you
were shooting bucket loads?" Michael said as he looked around, noticing the
clean and dry room, there was only a thin layer caked on our bodies and in
our hair.

"That'll take some explaining, but how about a shower first!" I said as I
ran my fingers through his cum stained hair.

"Sure" was all Michael replied

We got into the shower, though it was obvious that Michael was worn out, we
still had fun playing, and stroking each other, I nearly came in the shower
just because Michael stroked my cock a little, it would be tough to adjust
to this heightened sexual sensitivity.

After we got out, we both seemed more refreshed, and Michael also came back
to that same question, "Where did the mess go, ten gallons of cum cannot
just disappear?" he said still inquisitive.

"It's a bit of a story that may have to wait for later, there is so much
that you don't understand yet." I said with a mock grimness that made him
laugh.

I could tell he was still curious, but it would have to wait, "So lover,
what do you wanna do now?" I said with a smile.

"I'm still kinda beat, you don't have a T.V. yet, wanna go over to my
house, watch some there." Michael replied.

I nodded in agreement, we grabbed a couple of sodas, and headed out the
door. I was in luck, Michael lived only four streets over, in the more
cluttered suburban neighborhood. It felt good that he was close by, since
it was still the summer it was ver easy for us to get together as
well. When we entered his house it was clear, that I would have preferred
my own, I had to practically slouch just to keep my head from going through
the ceiling, while my house had ten foot ceilings easy. We both plopped in
front of the television and channel surfed for about half an hour, before
settling for a rerun of "Hogan's Heroes", followed by "The Phil Silvers
Show". It was an easy way to kill an hour.

The shows over Michael turns to me, "You want to go up to my room, might
find something there to do?" Michael said with a mischievous glint in his
eye.

"Sure" I replied, easily catching his drift.

We headed upstairs to the second floor, trying desperately to avoid hitting
my head on the low ceiling. Michael's room did not surprise me, it was
messy, clothes everywhere, posters for "Marylin Manson", "The Cure","
Metallica", and so on. We fell to his bed and started making out
passionately, it felt so good holding him in my arms, the touch of his soft
skin, his lips on mine, and our tongues thrashing in each other's
mouths. We eventually just sat there, holding each other and listened to
all of "Disintegration". After the final track, he looks at his alarm
clock, "My parents are gonna be home soon."

"You think I should go?" I ask as I stare down into those big green eyes.

"Well it's just that you're so big and gorgeous, that and your car outside,
they are going to think something's up." Michael said, his voice sounding
low keyed.

"I'll introduce myself gradually I guess, slowly make myself familiar to
them." I said trying to lift his spirits.

"That'd probably be best, we can get together tomorrow, or something."
Michael said more cheerfully.

I kissed him on the lips, and he walked me to the door, exchanging phone
numbers before we finally parted. I drove home, and fixed myself with what
would probably be called a snack for my new body, and headed back down into
the sub basement. There was still so much to do, and so much to learn.

Part 4: Beginning to Learn

I decided to check out some more of that multi-media encyclopedia. I went
and looked for an entry on Daemarrians, the entry was huge and full of
other links, this was going to be a bit of a read, and so started from the
beginning. It was interesting to say the least, to summarize, they don't
know how they came to be upon their world, their was no evidence to support
a natural evolution. It was also pointed out that numerous features of
their physiology would seem pointless, and impossible to develop
naturally. Some had argued a divine creator, they were cast in the image,
or shadow of some supreme or divine being. It was more effectively argued
in my opinion by several other entries that this being had more earthly
motivations, thus that would explain the enormous genitals, the ability for
bodies to handle these genitals in sexual acts, the powerful physiques, and
the natural disposition towards a standard of beauty. Several other things
came up, in comparison to humans, only 40% of Daemarrian children are born
female, and out of that 40%, one out of every four are born sterile
generally female hermaphrodites, though they have both sets of
equipment. Daemarrian women are only fertile 3 months out of twelve, this
would make reproduction more difficult. I was amused to learn that the
multi-dimensional properties of Daemarrian genitals are also found in
women, thus childbirth is a farely simple procedure for them, not the
screaming pain that human women endure. Guess being ageless, and powerful
does need some sort of balance for population checking. This strange set of
circumstances has created cultures throughout their history that are more
free about sexuality. There is also another thing I began to notice as I
read, with only a few individuals and cultures briefly experimenting with
monogomous relationships. They never worked. The average life expectancy
even in ancient times was between 100-500 years, even a couple deeply in
love would probably grow tired of each other over a century. Great I was
now more a part of transdimensional super endowed swingers, then human.

As I read further into their history, I saw numerous links regarding
nations, and empires, and all the wars they fought. It seems one of these
empires, The Ral'Vethalen Empire had developed sorcery to a near psuedo
science and was one of the first to develop the means to open gates to
other dimensions. It was apparrent Earth, or several of them in the
dimensional sense were not far apart. They tried to take human's cptive,
and use them to augment the breeding stock. However, they had to 'Seed'
them first, I clicked on 'Seed' or 'Seeding', and another window opened up
with a detailed description, charts, and a graphic depictions.

'Seeding' is when a non-Daemarrian humanoid ingest the sperm of a
Daemarrian. The sperm contain a series of DNA packets that alter the
recipent enough to sire or bare Daemarrian children. I guess who ever had
access to the most human women had their population, and thus their army
grow the fastest. Humans were soon taken from all across time, and
dimensions, among a few other sentients, and sold into slavery.

This was strangely profound to me, until I remembered why. The image of
Michael swallowing my cum, and it dawned on me, he was 'Seeded'. I
continued to read on, the modifications for compatibility differed not only
with the genders, but in the level of modification in the genders. Some
people becme taller, and or acquired stronger bodies, the only constant for
human males was a 50% increase in penis size and an equivalent increase in
testicular size, though sexual stamina could often be increased ten
fold. What could happen to Michael, how much will he change. I was now busy
worrying and thinking about Michael, the process won;t be finished from
anywhere from eight to twenty four hours. I could only find out what
happens, if anything tomorrow morning.

I went upstairs to make myself dinner, then wanted to watch television,
only to realize that the only one I had was a Daemarrian one in the
basement. I ate dinner quickly, only glancing at the paper, and headed down
stairs with a couple of sodas. I settled myself in the overstuffed leather
chair, and turned on the televsion. The television listed some digital
comands, then a message, "Connecting to Frel'Varn Satelite Net". Then a
rolling scrolling list filled half of the screen, atleast 120 channels to
choose from, the other half appeared to be a news broadcast. I turned up
the volume, the news anchor looked odd, then I realized he was a
Daemarrian, and looked no older then eighteen. He was wearing a typical
news anchorsuit and tie, he just looked like an eighteen year old god with
curly blonde hair in a tail, and a flawless face.

"Hello, I'm Ralgarn Vel'Shoth, and this is 'Frel'Varn News Half Hour
Update'. In national news the Dregorn Party Senator for South Chel'Doth,
Sherval Frel'Gorrin is still under investigation for election fraud." the
news anchor said in the typical clear English we're so used too, then I
realized the translation program in the computer must have worked on the
television as well. The country that the broadcast was coming out of was
'The United Republic of Norgarra'. You think how different people are then
you realize it's the same all over.

"It has just been announced the President's third concubine is
pregnant. President Fre'Goth was happy to announce it at a press conference
at 'Unity Manor', his three concubines, and four children in attendance".

The screen shifts to what appears to be a big muscular twenty year old, but
his voice is deep and refined, sounding almost twenty years older, "We were
all overjoyed to hear the good news about Desharra, this being her first
child, who will be a joyous addition to our household."

Woah, their presidents have harems, boy if we did that, a couple of recent
ones would be in a lot less trouble. Then the news shifted to
international, it looked like trouble was brewing, or something was already
happening on this planet, The biggest headliner involved some 'Fascist',
the news anchor actually called him a 'Fascist', he was some dictator of a
country on another continent that was on the losing end of an alliance from
some previous war. He was now spouting out nationalist rhetoric, and he
looked like he took fashion tips from Heinrich Himmler, amazingly the news
anchor used a similar anology. To have knowledge about other dimesnsion,
and to actually have them influence your own culture still strikes me as
mind boggling.

Finally it was announced that construction of another habitat dome had
begun on Drel'Valla, the fifth planet in their home star system, which
Daemarra ( their homeworld) was the fourth. This would be the fourth colony
on that planet for 'Norgarra, and the eighth total internationally. The
Daemarrians had already established orbital manufacturing facilities, and
numerous colonies on Daemarra's three lunar bodies besides Drel'Valla. Ah,
if only our own space programs were so far sighted.

After that was announced it was commercials for another half hour, not
wanting to watch them I turned to a channel that had a scene running is
some sort of thumbnail format. The screen soon filled with the scene. It
was a pair of gorgeous Daemarrian boys, not much older then myself. They
were both solidly muscled, but also had a lean look to them tat was quite
attractive. They looked to have taken off some sort of toga, and ran into a
steam room, it appeared to be some Roman-like setting. They both had neck
length curly hair, one was dirty blonde, the other black, both boys had an
olive skin tone, and gorgeous Mediterranian-like features. Both of them
were completely naked, and each one had a dick that was probably only a few
inches shorter then my own.

The two boys started to sixty-nine. I couldn't take much more, and pulled
my shorts and shirt off. My cock was raging hard, the two guys were so hot,
and they were each deepthroating such monstrous cocks. I watched and jacked
off, I came before they did, cum was flying all over the place, but my
attention was on those two hot boys. When they came, it was just as
impressive, the variety of camera angles catching it from several
directions, several times cum landed on the camera lenses.

After they had finished cumming they each used that same 'touch' or spell
on each other's asses. First the black haired beauty had his way with his
friend. They lovingly kissed each other, and licked the cum off each
other's faces, while the dark haired one slowly, and passionately fucked
his friend. The film was amazingly good, what if Cecil B. DeMille had done
porn. I whacked off throughout most of the film, I can't remember how many
times I came. The film was about two boys from rival households in some
ancient empire, they had about as serious a romance as Daemarrians could
have, they wound up getting each other's sisters pregnant, and formed one
household of their own. The shocker was how much incest was going on, each
boy was fucking several of his sisters, and brothers. Then I remembered
reading that incenstual relationships never produce children, the DNA just
cancels each other out. After that four hour epic, of which three hours I
was whacking off, I actually felt rather tired. Leaving the puddles of cum
to the `Assimilator, I took a shower, and went to bed, I felt like I was
forgetting something.

I awoke that morning early, around 8 a.m., the doorbell was ringing. I
suddenly remembered, I through on a pair of sweat pants, and went
downstairs, not surprised at all to see Michael looking rather nervous. I
opened the door, "I hope you know why I'm here?" Michael said nervously.

"I think I do." I replied rather sheepishly.

Michael took off his trench coat, he wasn't wearing a T-shirt. He revealed
a lean powerful broad shouldered physique, body fat seemed almost non
existent, he looked gorgeous. My cock began to harden seeing his new
musculature, he grinned as he saw my cock shift in my pants. He then took
off his sneakers and jeans, he wasn't wearing underwear either. His legs
were more muscular, but still long and lean, the shocker was now his cock,
while limp, almost reached his knees, it looked more then a foot long and
at least three inches wide.

"For some reason, I think you can explain this?" He said now more at ease.

I did more then explain, I showed him the sub-basement, and all the stuff
that was there. He was at first overwhelmed, and in a state of disbelief. I
then turned on the television, and flipped it to a random channel. It was a
cartoon, it almost had a Warner Brothers, or Tex Avery's MGM look to it,
but with an art quality that would make Disney hold their heads in
shame. It featured some anthropomorphic squirrel-like animal, he was also a
muscular hulk, and about as anatomically correct and then some as any
Daemarrian. He was being chased by this wolf-like animal, who was wearing a
leather harness, had both of his nipples pierced, and was also just as
anatomically correct as the squirrel. The wolf was coming around a tree,
and the muscle squirrel clubbed him in the head with his over sized
dick. It was actually rather funny, we both stared and watched, laughing
then grimacing in shock, when the squirrel trapped the wolf and proceeded
to fuck him up the ass, in very graphic detail, ending with, he was named
Studly the Stud Squirrel, cumming in the wolf's face.

After seeing that Michael was far more receptive, I then showed him the
pool, "You know once I figure out how to activate this thing, you could
become just like me if you want."

"I don't know, this is all so much for me to handle, give me a couple
years, don't want to freak out my folks anymore then I have to. Wonder if
they'll notice I have this enormous dick, you know it's twelve inches limp!
My balls are bigger too, I don't know what to say really, in some strange
way I'm thankful, another part of me is in shock, I now have this
incredible body overnight." Michael said, slightly confused, but he did
seem rather grateful.

"You should've seen my face, when I first saw my new body, and believe me
the change was more drastic." I said with a smile.

I stared down at Michael, he was really starting to turn me on, and I had
the same effect on him, "To hell with all this talking, let's fuck, I wanna
try this monster dick out!" Michael said with wild passion.

We both ran up to my room, I all but tore off my pants, he was already
naked. We both started to sixty-nine, his new cock was really impressive,
if those statistics were right, he now packed a whopping 21 inches of
meat. He took my huge 28 inches with more practice now. We both sucked each
other off till we came. Michael's load was also much bigger now, and lasted
almost four minutes. We both bathed in each other's loads when we could
take no more. His cock like mine was still raging hard, sex was now going
to be more equal between the two of us that was for sure. I spread my legs,
I figured it was time for me to loose my cherry. I stuck a couple of
fingers in, and use that `touch. Michael then drove his tongue in lapping
at my ass.

"Fuck your ass tastes like cherry!" he said with a grin.

"So didn't yours." I replied as Michael went pack to reaming me out.

After a couple of minutes, he took out his tongue and replaced it with his
massive cock. My ass took it with a snug fit, it felt like my whole ass was
filled with pleasure giving spots, and Muchael's cock hit them all. I was
soon pissing precum like a faucet, Michael grasped my cock like a lever and
started sucking on it while he fucked me up the ass. I came just a few
minutes later, my ass milked Michael's cock for all it was worth, while
mine erupted. Cum was flying everywhere, we were both lapping up gobs and
wads in our open mouths.

We took turns fucking each other for over two hours, we only stopped when
the door bell began ringing. I had luckily just finished cumming in
Michael's ass. We were both nervous. I washed myself off quickly with a
towel, and put some sweat pants on. I ran downstairs, looking out the
window, and saw the delivery truck from the store I bought my stereo and
other stuff from. I quickly opened the door, trying to act as calm as
possible.

"Hello, are you Richard Halton?" stammered rather nervously, probably the
most gorgeous looking deliveryman I had ever seen.

He was about 6'4, in his early 20's, real handsome with short curly black
hair, kind of Mediterranean looking, smooth shaven, he looked like a body
builder, most of his powerful physique could be noticed through his tight
uniform.

"Yes I am, I take it you have the merchandise I purchased yesterday." I
said as calmly as I could.

"Ah, Yeah it's ah, in the ah truck." He said, still quite nervous, and that
only increased as he stared at my face down to my torso, then my crotch, my
cock was throbbing at the site of him, and his own rather impressive meat
was responding as well.

"Just sign here, Oh God!" he said as he tried not to look.

I signed it, then looked at him, "Is something wrong?"

"Sorry, I don't know you, it's just that I am really getting turned on
right now. I'm normally much more reserved at work, I mean I try not to be
a bad cliche or stereotype, but it is really tough right now." He said
still quite nervous.

"Hey, (I looked at his ID tag) Frederico (definitely Italian), I'm really
very flattered, I think you're really hot yourself." I replied with a
comforting smile.

Suddenly, wearing only a towel, Michael came down stairs, "Hey Richard, who
is this?" Michael said with a lustful grin.

"Oh Boy!" Frederico said now more nervous.

"Yeah Fred, we were having sex when you showed up, and yes it sounds like
the plot to a porno movie." I said with a smile.

"Well I feel a little better, it would have been really embarrassing if the
feelings weren't mutual." Frederico said now much calmer.

"Michael this is Frederico Antonini, he's just delivering the stuff I
bought yesterday at the mall." I said with a warm smile.

"Well Richard, he's all by himself, and that was a lot of stuff, let's give
him a hand." Michael said with a fiendish grin as he let his towel fall to
the floor.

Frederico's eyes looked like they were going to leap from his head, I just
covered my face in embarrassment. Michael put his jeans on, and the three
of us walked out to the truck to unload all the stuff. Frederico seemed to
be in a trance the whole time. As soon as we were finished, he came around
a bit.

"Impressed weren't you?" Michael said still giggling.

"I have never seen a dick that big in my whole life!" Frederico said in
hsock.

"Well get ready to see something bigger." I said, feeling rather amorous,
as I yanked out my own.

"Now let's see his meat, I bet it's pretty big!" Michael said, still with a
fiendish grin.

He yanked off Frederico's pants, and boxers, "Woah Richard, he isn't bad at
all, hell friggin' huge." Michael shouted as he leered at least twelve
inches of thick hard cock.

Frederico was confused, but seemed to let instinct take over, "Fuck it,
you're both so fucking gorgeous, and I'm really fucking horny!" He growled,
then all but tore off his uniform.

He was probably a body builder on the side, what shocked me was that he was
completely shaved, except for his pubes, and they were pretty thin. Michael
soon had his jeans off, and my sweats came off quick enough. Michael was on
the floor with Frederico deepthroating his cock. I decided to suck on
Frederico's impressive meat, and used it as an opportunity to use `the
touch on his ass. My own cock was getting hard as I sucked on Frederico's
thick sausage. Frederico didn't have much stamina, he came in my mouth
after only a couple of minutes. It was a pretty solid load, but nothing
compared to what he would soon be swallowing, judging by the moans coming
from Michael. Just as I took Frederico's softening cock from my mouth
Michael came. Cum was soon dribbling on the floor. As I came up I could see
that Michael was now anointing him with cum. I took my chance and drove my
tongue into his ass, the smell of blossoms and the taste of exotic wines
filled my mouth, I could probably never do this without this trick. I felt
Frederico grow hard after only a couple minutes of me rimming him, he had
more stamina then I thought. I pulled my tongue out after feeling satisfied
with the lubing. I then drove my hard cock into his hard bubble ass. Just
as I was doing this Michael had finished cumming, and was still very horny.

"Make room for me Richard!" Michael said, still grinning eavily.

I noticed it too, and figured why not, theoretically Frederico could take
it, though judging by the look of shock on Frederico he didn't think
so. Michael shoved his own cock into Frederico's ass. It stretched to
accommodate both of us rather nicely, Frederico was just lost to a wave of
ecstasy, and sensation. Both of our cocks rubbing together inside this
gorgeous guy's ass, what a far out fantasy. Frederico came first, it was a
smaller load then before, his cock looked rather raw. Michael and I came at
about the same time, the flood of cum going up Frederico's ass must have
been unimaginable. We felt him rise a bit, the forced of our ejaculations
nearly launched him on a spouting geyser of cum. But we held on to our
Italian boy toy and let the cum pour out of him like a waterfall. When we
both finished, we eased out of his ass, with a wet pop sound accompanying
our egress.

"Fuck that was incredible, and to think how long we could do this!" I said
in a state of euphoria.

"Yeah, I never thought anything like this could ever happen to me. Richard
we are going to be a hell of an item, and when the time is right, and
you've figured that pool out, I would be happy to join you." Michael said
with a smile as we collapsed in puddles of cum on the floor.

Poor Frederico was unconscious, cum still spurting out of his ass.

"You really mean it Michael, we could have a hell of a life together, there
is still so much to learn from that stuff in the cellar." I said, now
feeling more happy then I have ever felt in my life, "You know before the
`Orgone Assimilator' cleans this mess up, "Cum Fight!" I shouted as I
scooped up a thick wad and shot it at Michael, who laughed and replied in
same.

				  The End

				 (For Now)