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Hyperdrive 3.0 Finale
🕑 Added 2020-07-11 19:33:39 +0000 UTCJay woke up feeling wonderful. That wasn't surprising to him in the slightest, he hadn't had an ache or pain since his initial modification, but he still found himself well able to appreciate it. Every morning, he found something new to appreciate.
This morning he was grateful Amy was so firm yet still so squishy.
It seemed like a silly thing to take note of, but he was slowly learning to appreciate every part of her. Ever since his change the world had felt different. His entire body felt heavy. Not in the sense that he lacked the strength to move it, just in the sense that every step sent incredible momentum he had to learn to work with.
Amy had just grinned at him when he commented that it looked like he was going to have a rampage after all.
When he started running, it was hard to stop. When he tried opening his door, he broke it completely off the hinges. When he went to the refrigerator, he put it through the wall.
When he...
Well, it was a mess.
It didn't help that his crush spent the entire time pointing, laughing, and taking pictures.
It was kind of hard to see her as an unattainable goddess after that.
Instead, she had 'downgraded' to merely being the perfect girlfriend. Now, for example, he was appreciating the texture of her body. He could sink into her chest like a pillow, head resting heavily against her massive tits. He could spoon her throughout the night, feeling her superhuman musculature push back against him casually, unflexed but unfathomably powerful, his rock in a world that otherwise felt like meringue.
It really was convenient that he got to sleep in her bed. She had basically picked him up after his inadvertent rampage. She moved him into her house, hired him onto SilenceLabs, and helped him get things under control. When he went to the bathroom in the morning to prepare himself in the mirror, it wasn't his mirror any more, but it WAS his body looking back at him.
Massive, meaty pecs that shook when he brushed his teeth stood perched on top of him, the cliff of muscle extending at least three full inches past his ribs, creating a massive overhang over his abs. The abs themselves were a massive eight pack, a field of bricks that bulged and flexed casually as he merely moved about, the massive waves of his obliques joining them to form countless works of art whenever he so much as turned to look at something to the side.
His arms were his real pride, though. His gold highlights had settled into being stripes across his arms, and his colossal peaks when he flexed showed off the patterns beautifully. He had taken to building them larger and larger, pushing himself higher with each flex, counting the separation between stripes. After he had passed 40 inches around, it was just easier on the tape measure.
His cock, meanwhile, was Amy's favorite. His cum had taken on the same shining golden quality as Amy's milk, and she told him to be careful with it, since he could probably create amazons of his own if they got a large enough dose. Jay had teasingly told her that she'd better take all of it then, and Amy had actually taken it at face value.
Every morning, she watched his flexing sessions in the mirror, waiting for him to turn himself on enough for his cock to wake up... then striking a pose so that when he came out and saw her he would actually get hard. She'd shared that she actually had a scorecard for how violently his erection started. The winner was still 'Kissing Amies' for when she called in a clone or two, but she seemed optimistic about her creativity.
The sex was amazing in the way that only sex between two superhumans can be. Jay wasn't eloquent at the best of times, and he'd actually be hard pressed to describe it. It was something they did at least five times a day. It was something they made sure to have at least one extended two hour session with. It was something that had broken at least a dozen reinforced beds and left extremely muscular outlines in at least one cracked wall. It was something that left Jay sweaty and desperate and so soaked in pheromones from the both of them that if he didn't shower afterwards he could disrupt entire buildings with spontaneous orgies just by walking in and letting their scent into the air supply.
It was Jay's favorite part of a perfect life.
But it was also routine. Jay was starting to learn just how chaotic being a part of Amy's life could be. Now that he was on the inside, he knew she had at least 12 individual bodies. She actually caught his shock and assured him that they mostly weren't people she had overridden.
That actually made him worry more.
For a long time he wasn't sure which Amy was 'his' Amy. If there was a dedicated fall girl to spend time with him or if they just swapped out for their amusement. Amy had offered to answer his question, and he had found himself with just more worries.
The answer was just the latter, admittedly, but the way she had answered was by giving him a long term feeding session. His cum didn't really seem to do anything to her besides, she insisted, taste amazing. Her milk, on the other hand, still affected him. Every time he drank, he felt more like listening to her. More like pleasing her. He wanted to do that all the time, but as he drank he felt more like he needed to rather than merely wanting to.
A long term feeding session actually let him feel her hive mind.
Amy was big.
That didn't seem like much of a revelation, Jay could admit that in his shallower days that adjective is exactly what drew him to her, but now he was a titan, and Amy was still...
Much too big.
It didn't seem like she actually used most of her capacity, mental or physical. It made some twisted sense, he was weaker than what she did use and the rest of the world would still be hard pressed to handle him. But it was terrifying.
And VERY enticing.
Some final part of him, some tiny piece inside that was telling him he should be the alpha male of the world, or that spending time with his goddess was a dead end because you can't get any better than perfect, finally shut the hell up. Amy would continue getting better, forever.
And if he stuck around, she could be getting better for him.
Plus, after his twenty gallon revelation, he'd noticed a bit more gold in the mirror and a bit more meat on his bones. That meant he could keep getting better, too.
It really justified just about anything.
“YO. JAY. You've been stuck between my tits with a look on your face like you're monologueing for like twenty minutes. It's time to get up, your shift got moved back to 4 am” Amy's voice interrupted his reverie, as infuriatingly silken as ever.
Jay could almost SEE the textbook in her hand without even opening his arms, “But I don't WANT to learn accounting!”
Comments
John Moyer
Yay, happy ending!... except the accounting thing.
