Oh, the feeling of those inhuman pecs crashing trough millions of tons of
rocks as if they were just sexy layers of silk meant to stimulate his godly
body, to indulge every majestic movement of the newborn deity that he was! Ben
was enjoying every moment of his tunneling into the planet that had surrendered
its power to him. His mass and velocity was so great that earth and rock and
anything that made contact with his invulnerable body was instantly vaporized.
He closed his eyes and felt Mars gently caress him, wishing he could stay
another minute and grace the humble planet with his presence. He smiled and
stretched his arms outwards, the movement not slowing him in the least, his
shoulders and arms loaded with absurd power simply crushing or brushing
everything aside in just the same way a normal man would move in the water,
resurfacing from the depth. Even his mighty cock, at half-mast as it always was,
was pleasurably stimulated by the tons of rock it was effortlessly pushing away.
And then suddenly the soundless, red surface of the desert planet knew a
cataclysm that never occurred during its millennial history. It was just like
one of those ancient underground atomic bomb test on earth. There was no sound
of course, and nobody to observe it since M01 was very far away from where
Almighty Ben resurfaced to make this world –and all the worlds– his own
playground. First the whole crust was fissured instantaneously on an area of
many square miles, fault lines running at incredible speed everywhere, like a
spider's web being drawn by a giant, then a layer of earth as deep as a mile was
pushed upwards like an enormous bubble, as if earth and rock were liquid like
water, and finally with an earthquake that again shook the whole colony on the
other side of the planet, a piece of the planet as wide as a small continent
broke through the surface and was ejected towards space at an incredible speed.
It was as if Mars had created a new Moon and had pushed it into orbit… luckily
the giant asteroid wasn’t directed towards earth, or the planet wouldn’t had a
chance.
So the surface of the planet was now replaced by an enormous crater, an
immense circular void as deep as an ocean, where still dust and debris was
floating in midair moving towards space. And there, floating naked in all his
glory appeared God: a green giant of a man who opened his eyes and stretched
comfortably his all-powerful perfect muscles as if he had just taken a nap…
He wasn’t expecting a breeze to grace his body once resurfacing from the
deep, but knew perfectly well that the lack of pressure and atmosphere wasn’t
going to be a problem for him anymore. He admired his hands and arms,
appreciating the scorching light of the sun pleasurably licking his skin and
flexed his intoxicatingly powerful pecs and abs, admiring his enormous legs, and
biceps and forearms: Heck, NOTHING would be a problem for him anymore… Then he
looked around and saw the devastation he just absent-mindedly caused: it was as
if a giant hand had took a handful of the planet, excavating all around,
removing miles and miles of rocks for what seemed a good quarter of the whole
circumference of Mars. That really brought him over the top, realizing what he
had become, and his mind clouded again, his hands went to the hardest, most
powerful thing in the universe: his cock. Stroking it, he felt the power inside
him swell yet another time, fill every cell of his superbody and SCREAM for
domination and conquest, and he abandoned all control and gave in to the
feeling, trying to double the pleasure. He felt his skin become hotter and
hotter and a white light blanked his vision, and he bellowed without sound and
finally exploded, the pleasure unbearable, limitless as his power.
He couldn’t see it, but it was as if his thick frame had become a
supernova: he began emitting light and heat and his orgasm was a light- and
heat-wave that vaporized yet another layer of the planet around him: on M01
(protected by the fact that it was on the other side of Mars) everything went
white and the light became for a moment unbearable: closing your eyes wasn’t
enough, people protected themselves with their hands and arms, and some who were
staring out of the reinforced windows and caught unguarded the first flash of
light became blind. Even on earth people saw another star light up in the sky:
everything acquired a second shadow for a minute or two, and panic ensued…
And from his cock exploded what looked like a beam of pure energy,
uninterrupted for minutes, which was just a small sample of what his body was
capable of, and it was destined to vaporize anything it might find on his way
towards the outer brim of the universe, never to be stopped or slowed down by
anything.
Ben stood frozen for a long time, his cock in his powerful hands, while
brain and body reconnected to reality, and settled into godhood for real. He
chuckled briefly for himself at his new feat of power and without opening his
eyes felt his mind reach out around him. He knew everything: he felt he could
decide to create another moon just by willing it, or crush the planet and
everything in it just as easily, or vaporize it. He felt the colony and the
distress it was in, he could hear the thoughts and feelings of anybody in it and
they all seemed so small and helpless, tiny bugs awaiting their miserable
destiny, or slaves waiting for somebody to guide them and have mercy on them. He
toyed with this sensation for a while, flexing his brain just as he had flexed
his muscles nearly breaking the planet in two. He could have done it now with a
thought, but then again, to feel those muscles flex was really so much more fun.
He wanted those slaves to scream for mercy while worshipping his body: that was
a more appealing idea of fun. He then reached further away and felt his mind
encompass earth and all its creatures.
…
Meanwhile, M01 was in bad shape. The hiss of air escaping the pressurized
base could be heard everywhere. Guards and inmates alike were dazed and silent,
everybody seemed braced for yet another violent quake or explosion, they had the
sensation that Mars was inexplicably come alive, buckling like a wild stallion,
evil even, ready to wipe them out. There was a sort of terrified silence now,
they were holding their breath looking around and out of the reinforced little
portholes to the red surface of the planet, standing still as if not to disturb
the sudden quietness that had descended upon them.
General Kröger was only slightly panting in the control room, braced
against the wall and looking intently out of the window… the only sound in the
room were the alarms faintly beeping everywhere, the constant escape of air out
of hundreds of fissures in the 3 feet-thick metallic outer hull of the base and
the unnerving weeping of frail, shit-scared Dr. Hendrikson who was trembling and
babbling incoherently for himself… “oh my god, we’re all dead, we’re all dead,
that’s not right, it’s not right, oh god make it stop, oh god…” There was a pool
of piss at his feet and he was scratching at his own hands, rooted in the spot
and unable to get out of it. In the eery silence of the room hearing him whine
was really unnerving. Suddenly there was another small trembling in the ground
and the poor mad doctor lost it: “DID YOU FEEL THAT? IT’S ALIVE I TELL YOU! IT’S
ALIVE! IT’S COMING FOR US! OH MY GOD, OH MY …Urgh!”
The whining died instantly as the enormous hand of hulking General Kröger
wrapped around his throat. Kröger was one of the first and most powerful
augmented men on the planet, nobody could tell how strong he really was but he
certainly didn’t have a match on the base. He looked Hendrikson in the eyes with
a scowl of contempt and then the hardly confined muscles of his forearm tore
through the stretched sleeves of his uniform… Everybody in control room stopped
breathing, looking fascinated and horrified as the sickening ‘crunch!’ of bones
snapping could be heard louder than the hissing of air and the sirens around.
The general enjoyed the feeling of ligaments and bones turning into mush under
his superhuman grip, his cock slightly hardening as he effortlessly snuffed out
yet another human being. He enjoyed the kicking and muffed-out screaming of the
doctor and his pathetic little hands clutching at his forearm trying to stop
him. He couldn’t stand the doctor and squashing him like a bug was a thing he
wanted to do since a long time: now order was upside down and it was definitely
the right moment. He didn’t stop at the bones. Blood sprayed out as his hand
closed completely on itself making flesh and bones ooze through the fingers. As
the doctor’s body fell into a bloody bundle on the floor, his head rolled away
into another corner of the room.
Kröger took a deep breath… now there was silence, finally. He pressed the
bloody hand into the wall, denting it, and smeared it with the doctor’s remains
to get the muck away a bit and began looking outside again. There had to be an
explication to all of this, he thought… Out of the 15 other scientists and
guards present in the room nobody dared to stir again.
And then they noticed it. Their mouths went agape, they looked up through
the portholes… It couldn’t be! And yet! The hissing of the air began to subside
and then it stopped completely… “What THE FUCK is going on HERE?” screamed
Kröger. A strange curiosity took everybody and they began scurrying around like
little trapped mice, from porthole to porthole, trying to understand.
Then their ears popped… “There’s pressure outside” mumbled a guard… “that
cannot be…” Suddenly, there were shadows moving at great speeds out on the
surface of the planet and into the rooms… A doctor had his face crunched against
a window, looking up and screamed: “CLOUDS! There are FUCKING CLOUDS! Moving in
the wind… oh god…” he began to laugh and cry maniacally, unable to get away from
the sight… Kröger run, grabbed the human’s shoulder without even noticing bones
and muscles crushing under his grip and threw the doctor away into the opposite
wall, and looked out. There were clouds alright. “This can’t be… it must be the
lack of oxygen! It’s a delusion!…” But they could hear people screaming and
laughing everywhere in the base: they were seeing it too. It had to be real…
Mars was terraforming in a matter of minutes…
A blue color seemed to mix together with the red terrain outside, and then
the stars disappeared and a bluish light began to filter the sun’s own light…
everybody grew silent again as the black sky turned into a blue, cloudy one… A
strong wind picked up the red sand and began to blow it without a clear
direction… Now they could not only see it, but also hear it: there were sounds
outside on Mars! There was an atmosphere! The questions on everybody’s mind in
this moment were: is that air? Will it be breathable? Will the pressure be
enough? …A storm seemed to be under way: lighting were striking all around the
base… the men listened with a strange mix of awe and longing to the long-
forgotten sound of thunder.
After a while the sky seemed to clear, the wind abated… and the strangest
of things happened: M01 was at the moment under the searing hot light of the
sun, and yet small snowflakes began to gently fall from the sky… General Kröger
stood mouth agape, like everybody else: the sense of wonder and the sheer
impossibility of what they were witnessing was driving crazy some under the
feeblest men… Some were babbling, some were in a trance. The snowfall
intensified, and slowly the red planet looked like a beautiful landscape in a
calm winter’s day on earth… Everybody was moved, yet nobody tried to open the
sealed doors of the base: they were too scared. The human personnel was
shivering: temperatures had dropped suddenly and nobody had thought of stopping
the icy air-conditioning system.
It was then that HE showed himself.
Ben willed Kröger to spot him first and his new unknowing little toy
complied. The general started shaking and screamed: “Christ there is SOMETHING
OUT THERE! Look! Far away over there, it’s moving! WHAT IS THAT!?”… Everybody
rushed to have a look and they all started talking, scared and excited at the
same time… “It’s a living thing…” “Oh MY GOD IT’S A MAN!”
It was true… it was indeed a man, a green giant of a man, approaching.
“It’s the Hulk!” “What the fuck is the Hulk doing here?” “Bullshit! The Hulk
cant’ fly, he couldn’t breath, he couldn’t have made it to Mars!”
Kröger muttered for himself… “Not the Hulk. This one’s taller… and he’s
coming for us…” He didn’t even realize that his body was slightly pressing
against the wall, as if it had a mind of it’s own and longed, WANTED to be near
the approaching being…
The ground began to shake slightly, and it was HIM! The little planet was
shivering at every step of his master. Now they could see it clearly: although
still distant, this green giant was nothing like the Hulk. He looked green, yes,
but way more elegant, less bulky and clumsy and brutal, and yet even more
powerful. The shaking intensified. Some of the guards, even those who hadn’t
felt scared until now, began to piss themselves… “He’s coming… Jeez, general,
the doctor was right… oh christ, who’s that?” Kröger snapped to the one who was
talking, neck muscles all tense, and his black menacing eyes made the moaning
man shut up in a second. Than he turned towards the outside and looked, and felt
his knees go weak.
It was not the Hulk. It was a GOD of a man of pure beauty and strength, of
sheer unstoppable MIGHT, and the big muscular commander now felt like crying, he
wanted to feel those unyielding muscles, he wanted to be fucked and feel
protected, he wanted surrender. His face cracked the porthole as he projected
his face out toward the being like as if gasping for air, drowning into his
lust. He saw GOD come near and GOD was twice as muscled as an augmented man, and
yet the superb body looked perfectly harmonious in its deep-green color, in its
perfectly outlined muscles… He had the head of a greek hero and a strong jaw
with short curly hair, a strong neck engorged with tendons and superhuman
muscles, pecs gigantic and as immovable as mountain ranges draped beautifully
over a wall of intimidatingly powerful abs that were contracting and relaxing
smoothly over each step. Triceps and biceps tensed and danced intoxicatingly on
each step and looked as if they could tear apart the planet without even feeling
resistance, and so it was indeed. No superhuman man Kröger had seen in all these
years came even close to the perfection he saw approaching. His hips were strong
and compact, moving elegantly and yet dreadfully with every step and he caught
himself salivating at the thought of what power had to be contained in those
impossibly huge quads and calves: the legs exploded with unthinkable brawn at
each step. And the hard, erect COCK, bouncing shamelessly forward, the immense
pillar of dark green veins-covered flesh, the sheer perfection of its form. The
general felt like fainting… And HE was watching him. God was smiling and his
perfect green eyes were locked into his own, and his heart stopped for a second.
It was a smile, but a chill-inducing one. HIS was a manly and rugged face on a
perfect body. God’s steps now made the base rumble and shake, things and people
were falling all around and Kröger began to weep like a baby. It was him, his
god was looking him in the eyes and had come to take him. And he was ready to
give up, and surrender, and die happy.
Ben was enjoying every second of it. Time didn’t really have a meaning
anymore to him, but accepting to live through it like a human being had a sort
of subtle sexiness… He relished the thought of having no limits of sorts, and
yet subdue his power just enough to make it comprehensible to his new
playthings… His powercock was hard as nothing in the universe at the thought of
opening up the colony like a tin-can with his bare hands feeling solid steel
ooze through his unstoppable hands. He walked contentedly through the open snow-
field feeling the ground shake under his might, relishing in the infinite
possibilities of fun that were open to him, his muscles twitching at the idea,
and enjoying the panic his mind could pick up from the little brains churning at
full speed at the base. Having an atmosphere form on Mars was a last-second
idea, and he only had to concentrate enough to see it, to will it into being.
Blood on a red soil just wasn’t dramatic enough… and He wanted to hear those
screams and begs of mercy, He wanted to kill everybody himself, not see them
explode in a bubble of gas and blood and fat as soon as his hands would tear
open the hull of the base. Pression and breathable air was essential:
destruction and humiliation, but with a bit of elegance, mind you.
He was coming in front of the base now. It was a low-lying construction
made out of two different bodies: the right one hosted the once dreaded control
room with all the monitors, the wardens’ dormitory and the human personnel
quarters. The left one, connected with the other through an underground tunnel,
was once his home, where some 200 superhuman convicts were hosted and where all
the machinery, the large underground storehouses and the refining plants could
be found. He could feel hundreds of eyes roaming wildly on his body and couldn’t
suppress a smile. He stopped there, having locked eyes with foe number one: the
general himself. He smiled thinking: ‘Shit, I’ll have to hurry… I’m driving them
crazy just by showing myself’ But it was a sexy thought, so he stopped and
struck a pose, turning to the side, lifting a star-crushing arm toward the sky
and slowly flexing muscles that had no equal in the universe into invincible
hardness. He turned again and made another step, adding just a little bit of
power into his leg. The ground cracked under him, fractions running from him to
the base. A little earthquake. “Hmmmm… so strong” he thought, massaging his
ever-hardening Cock… the effort of containing his destructive orgasm was a godly
pleasure in itself: he had to constantly keep his lust and power under control,
wiping out the planet in a second was such a negligible feat to his power now…
So he concentrated on his plaything: now he struck a double biceps pose,
his arms and pecs and legs bursting suddenly with unstoppable mass so quickly
and powerfully that they created an explosion in itself: a wall of air and snow
and dirt BOOMED outwards and the shock-wave warped the hull and smashed every
porthole of the base. Men were hurled away from the openings, glass shrapnel
bounced off harmlessly from the supermen but managed to kill a couple of human
personnel. Now finally they were exposed to the atmosphere outside: it was
breathable…
God Sherman had to laugh at the destruction he could cause with even the
most casual flexing, and began kissing his obscenely large biceps, loving the
feeling. He had to give in to the pleasure and began licking the muscles,
feeling the striations with his tongue… Men fainted looking at that, and HE
could feel their heartbeats accelerate and go incoherent and fail… Then he
stretched, moving his chin up like as if he needed to relax his neck muscles,
stroked his dick a couple of times feeling men cum uncontrollably at the sight,
and then cracked his knuckles, the sound reverberating everywhere like
explosions, a thunder that rattled the hull of the base. He took a deep breath
making snow swirl around his overwhelming figure and his voice boomed,
impossibly loud, deafening everybody around, the vibration fatally injuring
internal organs of some of the humans: “I’M READY TO PLAY, LITTLE SLAVES! DO YOU
RECOGNIZE ME, BUGS?”
Trapped in their little tin-can, men who called themselves superhuman were
pressig their hands on their ears trying to stop the pain, yet the words were
clear… Recognize? Kröger tried to stop gaping at the god like a babbling slave
and to recover some of his senses… and then it dawned on him: “…oh god… it’s
Sherman…” he muttered, blanking… God heard him. He turned to him, and winked at
him smiling. “RIGHT, LITTLE TOY… THAT’S WHAT I AM, A GOD.” Then his look grew
cold and cruel and he said: “ON YOUR KNEES, WORM.”
Panic struck the control room, as everybody saw Ben approaching, the walls
shaking at his steps. The General obeyed and slumped to his knees, snot and
tears flowing down his face, his once terrifying aspect and commanding demeanor
reduced to nothing, to this trembling, humiliated hull of a man.
Ben could clearly see through the thick external and internal hulls of the
base as if they weren’t even there, and walked confidently to the exact spot
where the general was kneeling… The dark metallic hull arched in front of him,
enveloping the only floor of the Colony like a sturdy, airtight iron igloo. It
was conceived to withstand strong pressures from the inside and the extremes
temperatures of the Planet. Men considered it practically invulnerable, and the
thought made Ben smile as he passed his hand appreciatively on it, feeling the
smooth surface, the lines of its thousands of rivets holding it together. So
much work, so easily destroyed. With his hands on the outer shell he smoothly
flexed the mighty legs, muscles expanding majestically and his butts contracted
as he brought his hips forward and let the tip of his cock gently caress the
metallic surface. He loved this moment: the first approach, the delightful
awareness of so many possibilities and the brief moment of indecision: should I
make full use of my power? Should I be explosively evil? Will I wipe out all
resistance in a moment or squash them all slowly and painfully? What will prove
more fun: savoring the excruciating agony and terror of the slaves or letting
every limitation go and burst in an all-consuming ball of fire?
He put a fraction of his might into his hands and the metal immediately
molded and distorted around them under the unimaginable pressure, squealing its
submission. Ben’s mind began to cloud with lust and desire, and he gently
pressed his cock in. 3 feet of metal began to bend and warp under the godly
shaft, and a bump appeared inside, the walls screaming. The men inside were
holding their breath. Except the humans everybody was augmented, somehow
transformed into a man of power: they lusted for power, they responded to power,
they craved power and were irresistibly turned on by it. Now every superhuman
cock was hard and oozing precum and many of them were openly masturbating and
salivating, stupid with lust for this all-powerful god: this was what everyone
of them wanted to be in his dreams… As the walls caved in even more, huge
indentation appeared: two hands and forearms, two sets of leg muscles, two
impossibly big pecs… Then HIS COCK tore the hull open, just as the imprints of 8
incomprehensibly enormous ab muscles warped their way into the metal: in it
came, unstoppable and fast and almighty, ramming its way right INTO the open
mouth of Kröger, cracking his jaw and breaking teeth as if the sturdy behemoth
of a man was made of paper. The General’s muffled scream of agony was heard
everywhere.
The massacre had begun.
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