As Dr Paul stepped off the back of the Russian cargo plane, a copy of a C-130, he was smacked in the face by the heat of the jungle. He had spent too much time in the States to remember it's intensity and sapping power. He moved to another ex-Soviet piece of junk, a copy of a Jeep that had been left to pick him up. He was taken from the Rwandan airport to a nearby factory where Charlie was waiting.
He saw an African woman wearing a yellow baggy shirt that fell down to her knees. But he knew it was Charlie, how he had his hair tied. The smoother skin of his buddy. The fear in his, now her eyes, the only time he had seen that look before was when Charlie had stepped on a landmine that looked about to explode but instead was saved.
Charlie was wearing the same dumb Rambo bandana to keep jungle sweat out of his eyes, but now it was used to tie back her unruly mop of dreadlocks. Paul understood why they were had dread in the name now.
"Charlie? Man what the fuck?"
With that look of terror in her face she looked like a picture of Charlie's sister Claire, non-identical twins. Charlie looked down at the dirty white shirt, which Paul could see the breasts and belly made shallow impressions. She undid the buttons as Paul went to stop her before he could the strip of ebony skin, the flat space between her breasts and the bulge of her belly were exposed.
His once hard pecks had been softened and now drooped into tear drop breasts had become longer and darker as the hormones kicked in for the birth of a baby. She let the slip of a shirt fall with gravity and in a move that appears universal for human females, even ex-navy buddies, Charlie covered her pointed breasts with her right arm and her thick bush with her left hand.
"I...got turned into a girl...and then knocked up..."
"How? Biological warfare?" Paul gasped/
"They let me go, a warning...no more bleeding only breeding."
His eyes locked into his friends, indicating her belly Charlie showed about six months of growth. Her belly was obvious but her belly button was still an innie, although under pressure, and without stretch marks a thin line of flesh traced her belly above and below the button. She was at least two-thirds of the way towards giving birth.
"But you...you were lost only for three weeks..."
Charlie gave him a look of shaky determination:
"I have to go back to il (it) and give birth. This is a warning...no more fighting in that part of the jungle...the more people you send the more will be turned into breeding stock man."
Charlie turned to show how, despite the pregnancy, the rest of her body was that of a 30 something year old black woman with a shapely rear, a great ass and thighs made strong from being a SEAL and hiking through the jungle back to Paul.
"It really did me man..." she started to cry as Paul tried to embrace her.
She shooed him away, as if his condition were contagious.
"I gave you a warning man...I have to serve il now, I have to give birth as punishment for hurting it. I look like my sister so call me Claire."
"I need a debrief buddy, you know that and I think you some time."