At the back of the truck Dustin continues to stare in fascination at his altered feet. Leaning his back against the vehicle, he slowly lifts his right foot, and holding it in his left hand, squeezes the four thick, stubby toes, testing the sharpness of his claws with the tip of his finger. 'Hmm,' he thinks with amusement, sliding the long claws in and out, 'I'd be a terror at kickboxing with these guys!" Smirking, he then moves his hand underneath his toes, stroking the thick, leathery pads on the base of his furry foot, providing much-needed protection from the stony terrain.
Resting his foot on his left knee, he looks down at his thick, muscular thighs, straining against the material of his fatigues, and between them, the big, rounded bulge in the crotch of his camouflage pants. 'Now that's a package to be proud of,' he thinks, cupping it fondly. Whatever's happening to him isn't ALL bad...
On a whim, he lowers his right leg and drops into a squat, knees spread, feeling his pants and shorts stretch tight around his butt. His eyes close momentarily. His ass has always been one of his erogenous zones, but never before has he felt so turned-on by the tightness of fabric over it... For the best part of a minute he lets his hands roam over the jutting mounds of his ass cheeks, stroking them, caressing them. So round... So firm... So sexy!
Bringing a hand in front of him and sliding it between his legs, he splays his fingers on the rough material of his pants, stretched taut over his asshole. Then, slowly, he drags his forefinger forward along the stiff central seam until he reaches the base of his balls. "Oh man," he breathes, pressing his palm in on the warm, tingling swell of his big nuts, "I'm so horny."
To the left of his hand, confined by his boxers, his cock is beginning to plump up, accompanied by that delicious feeling of heaviness which precedes the real business of stiffening. Getting to his feet, Dustin casts a quick glance at the cab of the truck, wondering how long he's got before Joe gets out and comes looking for him. Long enough, he reckons, glancing down at the ongoing rise of his dick. The way he's feeling, this won't take long...
Taking a deep breath, he leans back against the truck, spreading his legs apart and stroking his growing cock through his fatigue pants. When it's fully erect he carefully unzips his pants and hauls the stiff shaft out of his boxers. Lips parted, the young soldier takes his huge cock in his hand and starts pumping it rhythmically. Within seconds, pre-cum streams from the engorged head, lubing the action of his eager fist. Moaning softly, he slides his other hand around his balls, playing with them through his shorts, squeezing them, feeling their weight. Touching the sensitive line of skin immediately behind them, he writhes and gasps. This is gonna be so GOOD...
Just then, an immense jolt rocks the truck, causing him to lurch forward and stumble. As he regains his footing the truck jerks violently again, and simultaneously a hoarse yell rings out from inside the cab. "Joe?" Dustin gasps in alarm, "Joe?!!" Quickly he jams his cock back into his pants and starts buttoning up as the vehicle continues to rock on its chassis, for all the world as if some wild animal has got caught up inside, and is now angrily fighting its way free.
Anxiously Dustin rushes round to his bud's side of the truck, but before he can get there the door flings open, and Joe, flushed, gasping and cursing, tumbles out of the cab, landing at Dustin's feet.
"Shit!!" Joe bawls, hauling himself upright, grabbing on to Dustin for support. "What's happening to me?!" Eyes wide, he stares down in horror at his ripped pants and furry, paw-footed legs. "Look at my legs, man! My--"
"Easy, bud, easy..." Dustin murmurs, gripping Joe's upper arms, trying to calm him. "The same thing's happened to me, too. Look..."
Wild-eyed, Joe looks down at Dustin's lower legs, then back at his buddy's face, noticing for the first time that both he and Dustin are now of equal height. Before, he had been an inch or two shorter, but the recent startling changes to his legs haven't just amended that, they have also gone one stage further, for both he and Dustin now stand at 6'5" at least, seven inches taller than Joe used to be.
"But WHY?" Joe asks, taking in his comrade's long, thick hair, which has totally obscured his ears. "What the fuck could--Aaaaahhhhh!!"
Grimacing horribly, he starts wrenching at his camouflage jacket, tearing the fastenings apart and ripping the garment from his body. As Dustin watches, Joe's arm muscles start bulking up, rapidly swelling to twice their original size as he hurls his jacket to the ground. Under his taut, olive green tank top his pecs expand dramatically, his nipples as hard as bullets, while his belly tightens magnificently into perfect 'washboard abs'.
Like Dustin's, his thighs and buttocks start pumping up too, fast becoming big and brawny - but unlike Dustin, Joe soon finds his fatigue pants too constricting. After only the slightest of hesitations he begins unbuckling his ammo belt, and shucking off his uncomfortable pants leaves himself standing there in just his taut tank top and snow-white boxer shorts.
By now his breathing has started to calm, although his chest is still heaving slightly - and watching him at close range, noting the sweat that beads his buddy's brow, hearing the breaths that issue from his slightly parted lips, eyeing the swollen shape of the front of Joe's boxers, Dustin starts to experience a most disconcerting reaction...