Rock’s obelisk of a penis started to rise as it pumped full of blood as the creature known as Rock became aroused by his own over-powering presence. He was a giant, a behemoth, a demigod of masculinity!
But his mind still turbulent a few moments ago the nanos spoke for him, but now they seemed to be taking a secondary role. Rock’s flesh was integrating with the nanos as the tiny machines formed glistening neural pathways throughout the bulky muscles of his body and his organs. They were originally created to see to the safety of the symbiotic human partner, to shape their partner’s body, and reinforce the human’s actions through pleasure. But after the near total destruction of the human partner the nanos chose a form that wouldn’t bring the direct destruction of the human partner—something that wasn’t a war machine. Attuned to the lower desires of the human partner, they opt for a form to highlight his masculinity and give him the most pleasure. However as the nanos rebuilt the body of its partner there seemed to be another guiding hand forming the gigas. The nanos couldn’t detect it physically, but seeing that it was a benevolent force they chose to integrate further and give up cognition. But it lay bound in the flesh silently giving the titian biochemical power.
The higher human part of the titan’s mind seemed to be mentally distant from his body. He remembered fusing with the wonderful nanos…and then becoming a machine of war….and then shooting himself in a nano-induced orgasm of firepower. And then he remembered well… dying…but being in a warm place and held by someone until he was recalled to life as a gigas. The gigas looked over the hilly mounds of his pecs to see his hands the size of boulders stroking his redwood sized dick. It felt excellent as he reveled in his new form. He realized he couldn’t remember his original name… his mind was hazy… he was ‘Rock,’ right? A thunderous inner voice from deep within bellowed, “Me-- Rock!”
“That settles it then,” he thought to himself, “I’m rock.” Although that voice deep inside sounded somewhat strange. Hhad be brought back a friendly deity from the other side? Perhaps a compassionate spirit that latched on to his baser desires like the nanos? He certainly had enough mojo to share.
“Me— Rock!” the voice of the kindhearted spirit sounded an affirmative.
“Yeah, I get it, we’re ‘Rock,’” the titan’s human mind thought with an inner smile.
“Me-- Rock!” the voice of the spirit boomed.
“I’m Rock!” the human part of the titan’s mind shouted back, feeling stronger and manlier in his mind.
“Me-- Rock!” the voice of the spirit roared. The human mind felt all his doubts melt away as he was filled with confidence.
“Me-- Rock!” the titian shouted as the two spirits inside it fused. Their identities mingle, although there wasn’t much to work with to begin with. The human’s mind still seemed to be able to think like before, although it went through waves of being overcome with sensation. In the titan’s mind there was a gap still between his cognitive thoughts and his actions. To test if he had full control of his body he tried to strop masturbating but found he couldn’t.
“Oh well,” he thought. He wasn’t too keen on stopping the waves of pleasure coming to him. He was so big! His mind went cloudy as he gave into the pleasure coming from his dick. “Uhhh…” he moaned. He was so fucking big! If he came it would fill a swimming pool. He was a demi-god of manliness. After an hour of stroking it and leaking gallons of pre his mind cleared somewhat and he thought, “Maybe I should try some diplomacy with those little scientists running around… like start a line of communication and get this all resolved. All we need is to communicate like adults.”
So he opened his mouth and said in a booming voice, “Worship Rock! Rock cum! Rock soak men!” and ended with a deep grunt and a beating of his hairy muscular chest. After bellowing that out Rock realized that, on second thought, he wanted that more.