Dr. Massey passively watched the latest test, clipboard clutched in his arm. The soldier had been in relatively good shape and had been a good candidate for the test. His family had of course already been informed of his unfortunate death in a training accident.
Dr. Massey frowned as he watched the same results unfold from all the previous tests. The fog-resembling gas filled the room as the confined soldier watched with wife eyes. As it reached him, the watching scientists could see the wrinkles in his clothes disappearing as testosterone began to fill his body. The quarantined soldier groaned erotically as his increasingly muscular torso destroyed his dark green shirt. His cargo pants quickly followed due to his swelling thighs and ass. What was left of his pants exploded off as his now-massive penis tore free.
The doctor frowned as he watched the soldier complete his transformation into a 6’6 muscular hunk. The trapped man immediately looked down at his massive tool and back at the scientists through the glass. He grinned.
“He’s just like the others,” Dr. Massey sighed. “Strong but much too greedy for intercourse. Terminate him after removing the gas.
Fans around the room activated, quickly emptying the room of the gas. The quarantine room then filled with a blinding white heat, which dissipated quickly, leaving nothing of the transformed man behind.
“Vent the gas back to containment as usual,” Dr. Massey told a technician.
“Yes sir,” the man replied. He set the pipes to route it back as normal, and turned away for a cup of coffee. As he poured it, a passing doctor tripped, bumping the machine and spilling hot coffee all over the technician.
“Ouch!” he yelled, flinging his arms out and elbowing a small lever. Unfortunately, he was too busy cleaning up the coffee to notice his error. A single pipe junction shifted, now venting the gas to the surface. And nobody was the wiser.
“Okay! We’re doing three 100s, each on two minutes,” Andy announced to the team in the locker room. “Make sure you’re all ready in 7 minutes,” he finished before going out to the pool.
The Tarana Torpedoes were starting off practice. They met every weekday from 4-6. In the last few years they had been known as one of the best teams in their area of California, and it was well-deserved fame. The team was composed of some of the strongest (and hottest) guys in school. Many swimmers from the area attended Tarana High School simply for the swim team.
The team captain was Andy, a well-liked and confident senior. He was well over six feet tall and had some of the widest shoulders in the school. He was also frequently checked out by girls (and occasionally guys) because of his large cock which bulged almost obscenely from his red speedo. It also helped that he happened to be from Australia and had the accent, tan, and playful but stylish brown hair to prove it.
The rest of the team was quite a variety of people. Some were thinner but still ripped, like Sammy, who had been harassed by a football player for his size and responded by running at him and flipping him over his shoulder. Sammy had been left alone after that. There was Mark, who had been a star football player but left the team to join swimming. There was Matt, who had been swimming from the time he was 5. He literally could not wear any swimsuits except a speedo because of the size of his thighs. You could always recognize Matt by his wide-legged stance.
“So anything interesting going on lately?” Mark asked Sammy as they got ready for practice.
Sammy snorted. “I wish.”
“Come on man. I heard you and Sara are a thing. Have you already claimed her virginity?” he prodded.
“Hell no!” Sammy laughed. “Give it a few more days, then maybe she’ll warm up to the idea.”
“If you don’t soon, I may be forced to claim her virginity first...” Matt interjected, forcing his speedo over his bulging thighs.
Mark snorted. “May not be the best idea. If you accidentally bumped her with your leg you might kill her with the impact.”
“Oh shut it,” Matt smirked, swatting Mark as he walked by. “You guys better hurry up. You know how Andy deals with late people.”
That was incentive enough the rush the rest out of the locker room.