Revenge of the Dixie Devil by Kin Fallon, Alexander Thomas, Sylvia Lowry, Chris Westlake, Clarice Clique Page A
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and moved forward to touch the chest. The pump, obstructing my movement, dug into my centre as I leant in. As the pressure registered I touched Mark II’s still breathing chest; my body seemed for a moment electrified as with a complex of magnets, shaking and tensing. The feeling was strange, almost wave-like, as it took over me; like a consuming force that drove out all thought, all ideas. A sound escaped me with the pleasure. My hand remained on Mark II’s chest, as it fell for the last time and I watched as the same last breath seemed to leave me.
After taking some time to recompose myself from the encounter I am satisfied with the outcome, the strangeness of the experiment notwithstanding. The body will take the breath if I can get the other parts to work. The main potential problem was that my breath would prove insufficient to the task. It has been quite poor since The Disappointment. The training undertaken must have done some good as the breath was adequate. Mark II, you are my masterwork. I rebuilt my lungs so I could give breath to you.
Experiment Number 307: Man Mark II, 2 days until completion.
Another successful day. The blood transfer went well. A few tendrils of greenery have broken through the chains of the drawbridge but it is holding. The springs on the blood pump system needed tightening and the cogs needed to be changed to the smaller size to increase the power of each revolution. It meant the flow was slower initially but at least it achieved the force required for the momentum. After making the necessary changes and waiting the extra time the blood was able to circulate through the body without any slowing or back flow. With the use of the clip pulley I can now wind it hard and far enough to get 30 seconds of flow through the body.
Mark II’s body looked fuller with the blood, fleshed out, more animal. His hands and midsection, thighs, balls, penis fatted out, looking much more human than yesterday. His body awakened in me the memory of yesterday. I felt the memory in my body and so pleasant was it that this time I decided to nurture it. In any case it would have been foolish not to try out the breath pump and the blood flow in tandem in readiness for tomorrow.
I took the breath pump as yesterday, rubbing between my legs, and got a good rhythm going. I watched as his chest rose and fell again. This time I laid my head sideways on his chest, the better to feel the action of my breath on him while maintaining a monitoring eye on his face. When I felt the pressure building in me and my breath growing hot, I released the blood flow mechanism. I saw the blood vessels of his neck fill and felt his body flow with blood. My head still on his chest, I saw his face take on a redness. Instinctively I reached a hand behind me to feel for blood flow to the penis. I felt the flow and the fullness in it, felt the pulse through it. Though not fully erect, it grew fatter, stiffer in my hand.
The body seemed enlivened. As I felt myself drawing closer to the pleasure of yesterday, the heat building in my aching middle, I pulled gently on his. Accidentally, I held my breath as my body jerked; curiously, Mark II’s chest filled anyway and I felt a force on the pump as he sucked air in. More curious still, as I grasped him hard, feeling the heat shudder through my body as it had yesterday, his penis seemed to twitch slightly, even without nervous stimulation. A split second of life in his flushed body.
His body had warmth and I stayed resting on his chest while the heat remained. Strange that he has encouraged me despite his stillness to rewarm my blood, blood which has always run so cold recently. I feel pleased at the signs of something like life today, the signs that I can bring him to life through these efforts. Mark II, I remade my blood so I could warm you.
Mark II Experiment, 1 day until completion.
Another day of strangeness and progress in equal measure. He seems well. I was eager today to see his flesh
After taking some time to recompose myself from the encounter I am satisfied with the outcome, the strangeness of the experiment notwithstanding. The body will take the breath if I can get the other parts to work. The main potential problem was that my breath would prove insufficient to the task. It has been quite poor since The Disappointment. The training undertaken must have done some good as the breath was adequate. Mark II, you are my masterwork. I rebuilt my lungs so I could give breath to you.
Experiment Number 307: Man Mark II, 2 days until completion.
Another successful day. The blood transfer went well. A few tendrils of greenery have broken through the chains of the drawbridge but it is holding. The springs on the blood pump system needed tightening and the cogs needed to be changed to the smaller size to increase the power of each revolution. It meant the flow was slower initially but at least it achieved the force required for the momentum. After making the necessary changes and waiting the extra time the blood was able to circulate through the body without any slowing or back flow. With the use of the clip pulley I can now wind it hard and far enough to get 30 seconds of flow through the body.
Mark II’s body looked fuller with the blood, fleshed out, more animal. His hands and midsection, thighs, balls, penis fatted out, looking much more human than yesterday. His body awakened in me the memory of yesterday. I felt the memory in my body and so pleasant was it that this time I decided to nurture it. In any case it would have been foolish not to try out the breath pump and the blood flow in tandem in readiness for tomorrow.
I took the breath pump as yesterday, rubbing between my legs, and got a good rhythm going. I watched as his chest rose and fell again. This time I laid my head sideways on his chest, the better to feel the action of my breath on him while maintaining a monitoring eye on his face. When I felt the pressure building in me and my breath growing hot, I released the blood flow mechanism. I saw the blood vessels of his neck fill and felt his body flow with blood. My head still on his chest, I saw his face take on a redness. Instinctively I reached a hand behind me to feel for blood flow to the penis. I felt the flow and the fullness in it, felt the pulse through it. Though not fully erect, it grew fatter, stiffer in my hand.
The body seemed enlivened. As I felt myself drawing closer to the pleasure of yesterday, the heat building in my aching middle, I pulled gently on his. Accidentally, I held my breath as my body jerked; curiously, Mark II’s chest filled anyway and I felt a force on the pump as he sucked air in. More curious still, as I grasped him hard, feeling the heat shudder through my body as it had yesterday, his penis seemed to twitch slightly, even without nervous stimulation. A split second of life in his flushed body.
His body had warmth and I stayed resting on his chest while the heat remained. Strange that he has encouraged me despite his stillness to rewarm my blood, blood which has always run so cold recently. I feel pleased at the signs of something like life today, the signs that I can bring him to life through these efforts. Mark II, I remade my blood so I could warm you.
Mark II Experiment, 1 day until completion.
Another day of strangeness and progress in equal measure. He seems well. I was eager today to see his flesh
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