Lost in his changes, Jack ruts frustratedly against the ground in pain and pleasure as he feels his muscular, firm ass first struggle then burst through his pants, his tail finally freed in the process from his fatigues. Tatters falling to the ground, his horse-cock thickening as it hardens, flat glans swelling up, he rips the remaining fabric around his balls to loose them from their tight, constricting prison. Mellon size spheres, his nuts dangle down freely in his ebony sac, attached to his wide, sensitive sheath and new, telescoping manhood.
Jack's bunkmate, Carlos, who had been watching in awe and fear, nearly falls over as his own transformation begins: the circulation to his genitals and muscular body painfully cut-off as they grow, confined in his uniform.
Trevor eagerly watched the Chronivac 4.0 as its lights whirled and his cousin's, Jack's, body continued to change upon his very screen. Unbuttoning his jeans, he began to rub himself as he saw his cousin's cock enlarge and thicken, stretching out into a veiny horse-dick, his balls swelling in their sac as the soldier completed his transformation into an anthropomorphic horse. Beneath the transformation's status bar there flashed the number of infected victims: 1.
"Wow." said Trevor, "Did John, and Jack, fuck that only leaves my second cousin, Dustin." Moving the cursor back to animal selections, and leaving the other options the same, Trevor pondered what more the U.S. military could use...what other enhanced soldiers would be awesome to generate. Of course, deep down, what truly drove Trevor's desire to change his relatives was not some patriotic or familial need to help, but his fetish for anthros and transformations. This was self-evident by his continued rubbing of his erection.
The cursor stopped over lion, and Trevor's eyes lit-up. "They have bulls for strength, horses for speed...and now they'll have lions for courage and leadership -- Kings!" he almost maniacally chuckled.
Selecting lion, leaving anthropomorphic and contagious unchanged, Trevor typed in his second cousin's name. Immediately Dustin's profile appeared on the screen. A smaller man than Jack or John, he had just turned 18 the previous year. Still young-looking for his age, his body had been toned by training but lacked the clear definition both Jack and John possessed. Urged to join the army by his parents, he found himself stuck on the Syrian border, patrolling the endless plains and subjected to the dry heat.
Trevor pushed the button, 'CHANGE,' and sat back to enjoy his third show.
On the other side of the world, in Iraq, saddled up in his truck, starring across infinite miles of sand and brush, Dustin sat in his fatigues, listening to the radio. Abruptly an itch came over his back, and scratching his neck, he muttered something about needing another haircut as he felt the hair sprouting there. Removing his helmet, his buzzcut noticeably thicker, he nods to his companion before stepping out of the truck to empty his bladder.
Pecs already feeling slightly achy and swollen, his biceps tighter in his uniform's sleeves as well, he makes his way over to a shrub as his clothes continuously seem more and more constricting across his once thin body.
"Heat's gettin' to me." Dustin mutters as he reaches down to unzip his fly. Pausing, he notices even his equipment feels more sensitive than normal, longer and bigger.
In minutes, Dustin will find out exactly why, as his changes into an anthropomorphic lion accelerate.