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Tony and Kyle were always best buds. They hung together, ate together, smoked together… inseparable. But once graduation rolled around, the boys realizes they would likely be parting ways. Tony had a scholarship to Florida State, and Kyle chose University of Miami, both leaving their Tampa home; and each other. That was, of course, until Corporal Ramirez came to their high school for Army recruitment. Kyle, as a joke, had signed the two up for an information session. They were by no means prime picking for the military, as mathletes and chess club aficionados, so they never intended on taking the session seriously. That was, of course, until they met Corporal Ramirez. 

The two boys stepped into the room, and sat down, there were rows of empty seats in the counselors office, all with Army pamphlets showing the glory of a soldiers life. After about ten minutes of silence, the boys decided that the session was cancelled. Tony got up to leave, and tried walking out the door… it was locked. Suddenly, a voice came from the stereo in the corner of the room.

“Attention! Maggots Feldman and Manning, you have been selected to enlist in the United States Army, under the experimentation division.” The boys stared at each other in disbelief. What is the experimentation division? “Sit down on the chairs, and wait for my instruction.” The boys quietly sat down, curious to see what would come next. “Alright boys, strip your civilian clothes. You will not need them anymore.” They felt a strange need to comply, unaware of the pheromones being pumped into the room, causing a total trance of obedience. They stripped and sat naked in the room, their tiny bodies bringing them self consciousness. “You are soldiers now, boys.” The boys nodded silently in unison, staring off into the distance. “You will enjoy being a soldier with your brothers and sisters in arms. You two will be inseparable, and we will make sure of that.” 

The two boys immediately smiled at the idea of being unseparated, and relaxed. “You will enjoy pumping iron with your warrior brethren, and embrace the smell of manliness. You will enjoy the way your new body looks and feels, and work effortlessly to maintain it. You will enjoy the company of your brothers, and want to aid them in any way you can.” The boys got hard listening to the dominant, strong voice, and began stroking themselves. “Help your brother unwind, soldier. Help him pump his meat, and enjoy the idea of your brother in arms tugging at your cock.” The boys did not hesitate to obey, as they grabbed each other’s cocks and slowly pumped, moaning in pleasure. 

“The pheromones in the room will make sure you are Army material, boys. Inhale deep breaths. Breathe in your new life.” The boys inhaled deeply, slowly. With each breath, their old academic personalities melted away, leaving the primal, carnal instincts of beastly men. Their bodies enlarged, packing on lean muscle and growing substantially. Their legs stretched and cracked into a nice 5'11. Their feet elongating to a soft size 12 sole. Their carnal moans turning into grunts of ecstasy, beating each other off furiously. “There you go, boys. You’re close, aren’t you?” 

The boys were grunting louder and louder with their deepened voices, until they shot their streams of cum together, wiping it all over themselves. “Good job, soldiers. Welcome to the Army. Now, the only time you will feel aroused is with your platoon members. You will love fooling around with your platoon members. You will care for your new family.” The boys nodded blankly, and saluted the open air. “Put on your new uniforms and report to base next week. Were revealing our new recruitment program.”

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