“So here is how this is gonna go.” You stare at the Lieutenant as he lubes his tight, muscular body; ready to invade you. “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure, and a lot of stretching. That’s normal. I mean, you see these guns? They’re gonna stretch you out a bit. But that’s what this shiny shit is for anyway.” You think back to when you were approached by the Marines recruiter: you never thought this would be what you signed up for.
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You walked into the recruiter’s office, ready to enlist. Your parents just kicked you out of the house after they discovered you were gay, and you simply felt as if you had no where to go. Your big sister, who was in the Navy at the time, suggested you join the military, since you had no other place to be. The recruitment office was bland and sterile, with plain white walls and posters of sexy soldiers posing with assault rifles. Now, you were not exactly military material; you hadn’t exactly thrived in athletics, nor had you really had the stamina or drive for physical activity. Yet, staring at those sexy men, bound together by honor and brotherhood… Maybe there was hope for you yet!
A middle aged man, who clearly had seen better days, sat behind a crappy old desk, littered with piles of paperwork. A shiny nametag adorned his blue and gold Navy uniform: Corporal Rick Hayes. He looked up at you, with an irritated glance. “Can I help you, boy?”
“Yes sir, I’d like to enlist please.” He waved his hand, gesturing toward the stark steel chair at the desk, as he turned around toward the filing cabinet behind him.
“What branch?” he asked. You froze in embarrassment. You hadn’t thought about that yet. Your sister often bitched about her time in the Navy, so that wasn’t where you wanted to go. You didn’t particularly find flying all that intriguing, so the Air Force was out. You wanted something glamourous, something cool. Above all, something with rock hard, sexy men. Without even thinking, you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.
“Marines.” Corporal Hayes turned around, one eyebrow raised. For a moment, it almost seemed as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He quickly closed the filing cabinet, and turned to a small metal briefcase sitting under the desk. He typed in a code, and the briefcase unlocked, revealing a typical manila folder. He handed you the forms, with a pen attached, and lounged backward in his chair, smirking. You asked if this was all you needed to do, and he rolled his eyes.
“Of course not. But the Marines have a special program right now that I think you’d be perfect for. It’s a guaranteed position. In fact, we can guarantee you’ll be a Lieutenant by the end of boot.” Your eyes lit up, and you haphazardly signed and initialed the forms. Out of the blue, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder.
“Follow me, Private.” You turned to see one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen, his bulging muscles beautifully outlined beneath his tight green tee. Almost in a hypnotic glaze, you follow his orders and enter a side door which leads to a sort of locker room. “The name is Lieutenant Jim Gaines. You’ve just volunteered for a covert operation. We’re gonna get to know eachother real well.” Lieutenant Gaines stripped off his shirt, and pulled out a strange tube from his pocket. “Alright private, this is gonna be an invasive procedure, and you’re gonna relinquish control of your body to me, understood?” Mesmerized, you nodded in distant agreement.
“So here is how this is gonna go.” You stare at the Lieutenant as he lubes his tight, muscular body; ready to invade you. “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure, and a lot of stretching. That’s normal. I mean, you see these guns? They’re gonna stretch you out a bit. But that’s what this shiny shit is for anyway. So, take off your shirt, and we’ll get this over with.” You do as your told, and toss your shirt aside, as he begins to lather your back with the strange gel. You begin to feel this numbing sensation wherever he touches, his massaging giving way to kneading. “Alright, kid. Goin’ in.”
A tightness strikes your shoulder, almost like a painless muscle spasm. Looking down at your right arm, you are shocked to see the outline of a hand stretching beneath your skin. Gaines begins to moan and pant, with the occasional “Fuck yeah” as the outline of the hand begins making it’s way down toward your own. As it moves, you see your muscles bubble and contort, while a strange rubbery stretching sound echoes in your ears. The fingers of the invading hand reach yours, making them fill out and expand like a rubber glove. A strange black substance begins to secrete out of your arm, almost like dirt and grime. By the end, your bicep and tricep are almost tripled in size and girth. No longer in your control, your hand grabs the left arm, and the same process begins again, albeit expedited.
Your legs tear through your pants, now covered in a thick blanket of hair and the mysterious sludge, before your feet burst out of your shoes; now six sizes too small. You feel Gaines’ washboard abs press against your back before slipping into your morphing body, your skin stretching like latex to fit his gigantic size. A gigantic, monstrous cock erupts from your tattered pants and underwear; your meaty hands rush to grab it and begin to pump it, and grope your sweaty balls. The back of your neck and head begin to lose feeling, just as your sight begins to cloud. By now, you are moaning and gasping in a deep, manly baritone voice, in a confidence and power unfamiliar to you. You scream out in a loud animalistic roar, as your cock erupts with the same black sludge that dirties your sweaty, smelly body. Your hands massage the substance into your tight abs and hairy bush.
You are no longer you. You aren’t in control of your body, nor are you in control of your mind. Your body rises, now a healthy 6′5, and walks out of the room. Corporal Hayes gives you your field uniform, stinking to high hell from months in the sweltering Middle Eastern heat. You slip on your damp, musky uniform and confidently drive to base, ready to tackle any terrorist or asshole that threatens you. The supersoldier serum worked, and with any luck you may even find some sexy piece of ass to serve you abroad.
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