"Alright, Maggots," said the drill sergeant, "Outta the truck."
He shouted out their names to line up in order. Standish and Tyler were last. He led them to a wooden cabin with 5 bunk beds. He left the first ten guys there to sort out their bunks. He led Standish and Tyler through the shower and toilet rooms to a small porch on the back of the cabin with a single bunk bed.
"This is where you'll be bunking."
"Uh, sir, coach said you'd be supplying us with gear?" Ryan asked looking around the otherwise bare room. No tables, no chairs, no footlockers, no hooks on the wall.
"That's right. You're wearing most of your gear. Now you decide who's bunking top and bottom, then we'll convene outside and begin teaching you what type of leaf will and won't give you a rash when you wipe your behind, and what berries are safe to eat."
"Won't leaves clog the toilets?" Ryan asked.
"Sir!"
"Sir? Won't leaves clog the toilets?"
"You're only in the bunk house for two nights. The rest of the time you're on our survival quest. You will be given tasks in teams to complete. At the end of two weeks the winning team will get a real hot meal. The rest will get MRE's."
"M-"
"Meals Ready To Eat - basically room temp frozen dinners. Only Freeze Dried, not frozen."
He left.
Ryan said to Snake, "Wonder what those taste like?"
"You'll find out for lunch, maggot. Now pick a bed, and get your ass out front!"
"I always top," said Snake climbing on to the top bunk.
"Fine," said Ryan throwing up his hands. He rubbed his sore butt as he headed back to the front of the cabin.
"A private place to fuck Ryan Standish and his boots Chad. Wonder what Chad's last name is? I'll have to ask him tonight."
The next twelve hours, the 12 young men were shown bugs, leaves, roots, mushrooms and berries that would make you sick, kill you or give you a nutritious meal. They were dizzy. The MRE's for lunch tasted like cardboard, and more than one boy tried a bug or berry from the demo for flavor. The next ten days, they'd be on their own each with a fifty pound pack with bare minimum rations, so they would need to forage to supplement their diets. They would have tasks, and would have to agree how to work together to compete them. Ryan glared at smirking Snake a couple times. He didn't think Jason would pull his fair share. Jason certainly didn't plan to pull his fair share. He was going to use his scopolamine to turn Ryan Standish into a literal pack animal.
The two weeks were a blur for Ryan. Mostly due to Snake regularly giving him Scopolamine, and roofies. Snake let Ryan wear his jockstrap and boots. But part of the goal was to keep your clothing from getting damaged, and in hot humid swamp land, the easy choice was to stow the jumpsuits in the back packs that were both slung over Ryan's shoulders. Their task was to recover geocaches, and to hike 35 miles through the swamp. Each team got a different map, but they would all converge at another cabin on the other side of the swamp. They were taught to avoid gators, and to use certain plants as mosquito repellent. It didn't work too well.
Snake finagled a pair of size 12 boots off one of the other teams in exchange for their use of Ryan's roofied body. So on the fifth day alone in the woods, Snake had Ryan put on the real boots, and proceeded to wear Chad himself. He normally wore a size 10.5, so the size 12's were a bit roomy. Snake figured that Cost would be hard pressed to tell that the boots weren't Chad, if they were beaten up by wear.
The day came for Cost to collect them, and he told Snake and Ryan to wear their boots for another 2 weeks, and then he'd collect them to see how well they had up. Part of some study.
The train ride back was during the day, though they got in at night. Ryan and Snake parted ways. Ryan only knew that he ended up with more muscles than when started, tanlines around his jockstrap, an itchy ass (he figured he used the wrong leaf at least once), and a memory like Swiss Cheese. Normally, he could remember details, but he was pretty sketchy about his trip. He wasn't sure what Snake did, but he was sure he did something.
The day of the next full moon, Coach Cost collected Ryan's boots. He waited until moonrise then he set the boots on top of each other, and began to chant the spell that would make Jason Tyler forget all about Chad.
Chad sat in his bed with his booted feet up on the foot board rail of his bed facing the window and watching the moonrise.
No spell was necessary for Chad, he was were-boots, he would become human for a month or boots for a month with alternating moonrises.
Snake yawned and closed his eyes suddenly tired. Suddenly, the boots on his feet weighed a ton like somebody was sitting on each foot. He felt wet warm sliminess around his feet. Chad was making screaming gurgling noises from his upside down upper torso lying gagging on Jason's right foot. Meanwhile, the left foot was buried up Chad's lower half's bum, and his cock was spurting out a month's worth of cum. Snake blinked.