Room 205 [T]
Jun 9, 2008 4:44:57 GMT -7
Post by asgard on Jun 9, 2008 4:44:57 GMT -7
It’s working!
A wave of excitement and hidden euphoria swept through the medic’s insides as he realized his attempt would not be in vain. For through the small silhouette his cupped hand created, a small, two inch hole revealing the insides of the chicken’s anatomy was discovered. Although he was not quite ready to scan around the rest of the body and over the man’s hands, he felt he had championed over the toughest part of the task. Now, only repetition stood in his way.
Another faint memory of his conversations with the particular doctor that had appeared once more. In these, he would remember how the older man divulged an explanation of how to improve one’s sight with the technique after achieving seeing as one was meant to be. Moving it around to read the rest of the body would be a challenge in itself, for the chakra for such a technique was hefty, at least to a beginner such as himself. But he would try, just as soon as the scope formed in his hand was wider than it currently was.
A break was taken, Asgard’s cupped hand coming up to his forehead as if he were scratching himself. As he did so, he would observe his ‘partner’ start to understand how to manipulate his chakra in a way to cause arousal. It was obvious by the chicken’s reaction, though watching it was rather difficult, given he’d never seen something so…odd. Brushing it past him, he would resume his technique’s training, going through a flurry of handseals in order to start scanning the chicken’s body.
Once the lens was formed properly, Asgard would peer in. By now, the hole had grown a bit larger, wide enough where the insides of the chicken could be identified with ease. Slowly he’d scan each and every part of the bird, ignoring for now the failed attempts at causing it an orgasm, focused solely on his target’s anatomy. Currently observing the muscle work of the chicken’s anatomy, he would notice them relax, no longer rigid under the stress caused from being tied up and gagged. As the influence of the Iku progressed through its body, Asgard would notice its effects immediately, prompting the youth to switch over to being able to see chakra systems.
As he did so, the focus of his lens would temporarily switch over to the man’s hands, hoping to catch a glimpse at how well he was handling the technique’s chakra manipulation. It took him a few seconds to switch over and begin to understand what he saw, but once he managed that feat, he would realize his newfound company was very close to successfully understanding and learning his personal creation, the Iku. Half pleased at his success, Asgard would resume pouring forth the necessary chakra needed to finish his training, hoping to master his technique before his counterpart beat him to it. By now, a half hour had elapsed.
Bouncing back onto the chicken, he’d soon notice how close it was coming to happiness, his heart racing faster and faster and his lungs inflating and deflating at dramatic rates. No aggression could be found within the bird, and the noises it made – which were plentiful, understandably so – were none containing ill intent. As he waited for him to finish the Iku, Asgard would switch around modes, keeping himself entertained and in shape as he went from chaka to muscles to organs to the blood stream. So many useful things were observed, all locked tightly away within the confines of his own consciousness.
It all counted for the big one.
A wave of excitement and hidden euphoria swept through the medic’s insides as he realized his attempt would not be in vain. For through the small silhouette his cupped hand created, a small, two inch hole revealing the insides of the chicken’s anatomy was discovered. Although he was not quite ready to scan around the rest of the body and over the man’s hands, he felt he had championed over the toughest part of the task. Now, only repetition stood in his way.
Another faint memory of his conversations with the particular doctor that had appeared once more. In these, he would remember how the older man divulged an explanation of how to improve one’s sight with the technique after achieving seeing as one was meant to be. Moving it around to read the rest of the body would be a challenge in itself, for the chakra for such a technique was hefty, at least to a beginner such as himself. But he would try, just as soon as the scope formed in his hand was wider than it currently was.
A break was taken, Asgard’s cupped hand coming up to his forehead as if he were scratching himself. As he did so, he would observe his ‘partner’ start to understand how to manipulate his chakra in a way to cause arousal. It was obvious by the chicken’s reaction, though watching it was rather difficult, given he’d never seen something so…odd. Brushing it past him, he would resume his technique’s training, going through a flurry of handseals in order to start scanning the chicken’s body.
Once the lens was formed properly, Asgard would peer in. By now, the hole had grown a bit larger, wide enough where the insides of the chicken could be identified with ease. Slowly he’d scan each and every part of the bird, ignoring for now the failed attempts at causing it an orgasm, focused solely on his target’s anatomy. Currently observing the muscle work of the chicken’s anatomy, he would notice them relax, no longer rigid under the stress caused from being tied up and gagged. As the influence of the Iku progressed through its body, Asgard would notice its effects immediately, prompting the youth to switch over to being able to see chakra systems.
As he did so, the focus of his lens would temporarily switch over to the man’s hands, hoping to catch a glimpse at how well he was handling the technique’s chakra manipulation. It took him a few seconds to switch over and begin to understand what he saw, but once he managed that feat, he would realize his newfound company was very close to successfully understanding and learning his personal creation, the Iku. Half pleased at his success, Asgard would resume pouring forth the necessary chakra needed to finish his training, hoping to master his technique before his counterpart beat him to it. By now, a half hour had elapsed.
Bouncing back onto the chicken, he’d soon notice how close it was coming to happiness, his heart racing faster and faster and his lungs inflating and deflating at dramatic rates. No aggression could be found within the bird, and the noises it made – which were plentiful, understandably so – were none containing ill intent. As he waited for him to finish the Iku, Asgard would switch around modes, keeping himself entertained and in shape as he went from chaka to muscles to organs to the blood stream. So many useful things were observed, all locked tightly away within the confines of his own consciousness.
It all counted for the big one.