One of the other soldiers, Mark, the first to have taken a hit from John's
cigarette, groans and doubles over, arms wrapping about his chest, his
helmet falling off in the process.
All eyes shift from the huge, naked minotaur that was John to their fellow
soldier, and a few murmurs and curses are clearly audible as horns
can be seen sprouting from Mark's exposed forehead. His crotch, witch
bulges obscenely, looks like two oranges and a thick sausage have been
stuffed inside it, and with a bellow that reverberates more like an orgasmic
moan, the company watches as Mark's fatigues begin to split and rip apart at
the seams. furry, richly tanned, hide-like skin exposed beneath with swelling
massive, veiny muscles.
"Ugh!" grunts the first soldier to take a canteen swig after John, his eyes
squeezing shut, "Fuck, I think something's happening to me too." Quickly
pulling down his pants, he exposes his penis without second thought to the
company, his dick already nearly black in color, skin forming around its base,
its once average girth now dramatically changed into a huge, dangling
sodacan-thick piece of meat whose length seems to be being spurred by new
criss-crossing veins.
Back at home, Trevor watched eagerly as his computer screen flashed
"TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE," with the words beneath it: "INFECTION
STATUS: 10 MEN." Taking a drink from his nearby soda, he clicked on
proceed, the screen clearing as John's file was automatically stored.
"Awesome." he shouted with excitement, "Wonder if I could do something
similar with Jack." Typing in Jack's name, his cousin's profile appeared on the
screen. Having been stationed in Iraq as well, his favorite cousin, who had
enlisted in the marines, clearly had a well-defined and toned body, something
he had worked hard for. "Well, won't change much there..." Trevor said to
himself, as he boosted his handsome cousin's features only slightly,
increasing his muscle mass a bit more, and enlarging his genitals. Moving the
cursor over to "ANIMAL", he smirked to himself, "Hmm, we have Minotaurs
there in Iraq, and they're fast and strong, but you need something else
besides infantry...like calvary." Clicking on animal, he scrolled down until he
highlighted "HORSE." Releasing the mouse button, he then shifted the cursor
over to an option-box, clicking "ANTHROPOMORPHIC" and "CONTAGIOUS".
Lastly, under "OTHER CHANGES," where a text-box existed, he typed in the
necessary sentences to ensure that both his brother John and his cousin Jack
would be aware what the other had turned into (but not why), and where they
were stationed in Iraq.
Clicking "PROCEED," Trevor sat back and waited for the show.
Far away in Iraq, laying on his cot in a small, shared tent, his division deep in
the country's southern desert, no where near the native population, in their
continued, albeit pointless search for weapons of mass destruction and
buried artifacts, Jack laid, Playboy magazine held tight between his fingers as
he idly ogled the centerfold. Shifting in his cot, a strange feeling washed over
him. Placing the magazine down on his lap, covering up his crotch, he
swings an arm down to the ground to retrieve his canteen for a refreshing
swig. It sure feels like it's getting hotter to him.