Riley collapsed against the damp tile floor. He couldn't believe what Friday had just tried to do. Hours ago, he had grape sized balls and an undeveloped penis. Now he was being asked to jerk off another man's cock. What's worse was that his new body liked it. He enormous schlong was half-erect and his balls ached. What the hell was happening to him?
Friday wasn't as quick as West to conclude that these two were imposters. Asking to shower with pants on, confused by the base and their sexy shower setup--obviously, these two weren't the real Connors and Jones. They were too built, too virile, too designed like those other conscripts he had wrangled that evening.
"Son of a b----, I knew you were a rat," Friday scoffed.
Riley's voice cracked, "No, please, just let me go back."
"Back," Friday laughed, "There is no back for you boys. This is a one-way ticket buddy, and I am afraid your special 'ride' has only just begun." Friday mocked Riley as he jostled his own erect cock with his left hand. It was a shame that this kid didn't know what to do with himself, at least not yet.
One by one, the showers turned off and the men inside strolled out naked, wet, and generally experiencing a postcoital bliss. They paused at the strange sight of Riley and Friday outside the stalls.
"Gentlemen, it looks like we have some intruders." Friday announced. Just then, West and Will emerged from their own shower, wet, hairy and heavy.
"Now hold up partner," West retorted, "I would argue we have a single intruder, and he may be more reasonable than you think." West patted the newly transformed Will on his hairy gut. Will's cock bounced a bit, dribbling some of its spunk onto the tile below. "What do you think... uh, 'Connors,' do you want to extend my generous offer to your buddy 'Jones?'" West asked. "Either way, he doesn't have much of a choice."
Riley was horrified by the appearance of Will. His friend now could easily be a muscle bear in his late 30s or early 40s. Worse yet, the hairy redhead seemed to like his changed body. Will approached Riley, then pinned him to his place on the floor. "What a joke, man, look at you. Resisting this?" Will rubbed his one hand over his hairy wet pecs, then used the other to grip and wag his cock. "You heard 'em, there's no going back."
"Men we have a job to finish," West announced to his colleagues. The wet, hirsute muscle daddies slowly circled Riley and Will. Each began jerking their engorged cocks.
"What, stop, no! Will wake up, we made a promise, to each other, to Navin and the others!" Riley pleaded. Will snorted and began pumping his cock like the other men. One by one, they shot their loads directly onto Riley's skin. Showered by their spunk, Riley's fears quieted. His body burned, but that wasn't the strangest sensation he experienced.
Starting in his scalp, he felt a disquieting tickle. Then little by little, his hair fell out hitting the floor. "What, what's going on?" Riley tried to grasp his lost locks in vain. Where the hair on his head left him, new hair took root across his body. Starting around his cock and crack, a sweaty matt of hair tangled itself and encroached upwards towards his back and abdomen. His now unkempt bush marched up his torso, covering his pert nipples and curling over his collar bone. Riley's Adam's apple was coated in a coarse layer of stubble, and his upper lip erupted into a caterpillar of a mustache that merged with his heavy shadow of a beard.
"You were almost a pretty boy," Friday remarked, "But, because you resisted, we had to take that away, didn't we guys?" The naked cops laughed as Riley became a bald and hirsute muscle bear. "What orientation would have taken months to accomplish with you, we just completed in a few minutes."
Will released his hold on Riley. The two were now just as mature as the others in the shower hall.
"No more pretty boy locks for you," West remarked as he rubbed his hand over Riley's bald head. "Speaking of locks, you two need real names. We'll retrieve the actual Connors and Jones on our next reconnaissance. I like my new partner" West pointed to Will, "He has plenty of spirit, so I think his new name should be Harte. As for you..." West looked at Riley and the clumps of chestnut hair that had fallen out during his transformation. "You should be Locke."
Harte and Locke accepted their new identities, or perhaps their bodies did. As the men toweled each other off and put back on their uniforms, an alarm blared.
"Ah jeez, no rest for the wicked," Friday joked. Over the intercom a robotic voice indicated:
"NEW YOUTHS INCOMING. CODE BLUE. NEW YOUTHS INCOMING."
The lieutenant then entered the locker room, "Alright men, you know the drill, more of those little shits are out there having a good ol' time, but we need them to contribute to our society. Round 'em up and soak 'em good."
"YES SIR" they answered in unison.