Deep in the Iraqi desert hot winds sweep across the sandy plains, kicking up dust mixed
with dry air; John and his company stand guard over a long and lonesome highway to
Tehran.
Taking in a heavy puff from his cigarette, John idly scratches his itchy balls as he re-
arranges his package, his forearm briefly raised to wipe away the sweat pouring from his
brow. Around him, his comrades shoot the breeze about their latest conquests: the
beautiful whore they banged in Baghdad, the great head they got from a German girl they
hooked up with before being sent back to this nightmarish hell.
Feeling slightly queasy, John hands off his cigarette to his closest buddy, who takes a hit,
and slurping down a good drink from the company's canteen, he motions to a desiccated
shrub in the distance, muttering, "I gotta take a leak." As he walks away, he smirks as he
overhears a few of his friends whoop and chuckle about how firm his ass looks and how
the desert's really built his muscles up. Indeed, as he approaches the shrub, his entire
uniform feels altogether tighter than normal, stretched, his butt pushing out like granite
against his confining fatigues. Even his helmet seems too tight for his head, and he
notices there's a dull ache coming from two points on his forehead.
Stopping in front of the bush, John unzips his fly and reaches into his pants to pull out his
dick. His large hand brushes against his balls as he does so, which feel arousingly full and
swollen. Exposing his cock to the air, he sighs softly as a breeze caresses his thick meat,
prompting his dick to fill partially with blood and lengthen. Eyes closed, he lets go a
steady piss stream, his hand gently stroking his manhood. But, he quickly pauses his
coaxing as he detects there's something wrong about his dick, something both
exhilarating and unnerving. Its thicker than usual, much, much thicker, so thick his fingers
seem to be being separated as it grows, his grip splayed over his massive pole. Covered in
pulsing veins that feed his quickly expanding erection, he moans softly as his enormous
cock continues to harden.
Behind him, John's transforming figure a blur to his comrades, the buddy who had taken
a hit from his cigarette also absent mindlessly scratches his itching balls, his hand re-
arranging his package. Several of the guys take swigs from the shared canteen, while
another looks over to John in the distance, his eyes widening as he watches the fellow
soldier's fatigues rip down the back, exposing a dark-skinned, impressive physique and
bulging neck muscles.