Chapter #5A failure of masculinity... by: Mr. George   The two men knew they'd fucked up. The punishment for their failure to comply with orders was clear. The military was strict about not wasting resources. Jack Hawkins, and Chad James waited on the inevitable sentencing, for their cowardice.
The only question was going to be whether their assignment to the 'Comfort Battalion' was a temporary assignment, or more permanent.
Jack shuddered to reconsider his slip... exchanging an angry look at Chad, it was his suggestion to flee. If he hadn't suggested it, then Jack's manhood wouldn't be on the line, and he tried to convince himself of that belief.
Jack shuddered to consider the degrees of punishment. Whether they'd be allowed to forget their masculinity, or forced to endure it as part of their shame. The endless appetite for sex, driving them to submit again and again.
Chad however, glared back at Jack, blaming him for being too slow, making them fail in his objective, and dooming them to this fate. The tension between the pair was palpable.
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Unfortunately neither was aware the sentence would be delivered without ceremony. As they waited, a gas hissed into the chamber. It was the nanite cloud filling their holding cell.
Too soon, their uniforms were falling into tatters, revealing their bare skin. The nanites already working to transform the flesh beneath. It was softer, smoother and more feminine. Chad and Jack struggled to adjust fighting the changes, however futile. As their busts swelled, they fought to crush them back to some more masculine dimension.
Beneath their pressing fingers, the nanites created new bikinis to fit their physiques. Their overall shape, already curvy, giving them hips and a waist they'd never possessed before. As the pair surrendered to the inevitable, their hands falling in defeat to their sides, the full size of their busts bouncing back. A gasping protest, a denial from Chad sounding like a sultry purr. Eyes widening in fear, she knew every word she spoke from now onwards would sound like an invite for sex.
Jack shuddered, just from hearing Chad's new voice. Knowing her own would be just as humiliating, just as damning. She felt a heat stir in her middle, the aching hunger already seeded within her flesh. She knew this was the companion hunger that drove the 'Comfort Battalions' to compete against each other.
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She still didn't know if this was a permanent change, enduring beyond her military service, or if she'd be blessed with the oblivion of a new bimbo history. She wasn't sure she cared any longer, the craving was over-riding any other considerations.
The nanite swarm lightened, and departed, as the pair took in their transformed bodies. They were made for pleasure, made to please. It was the highest service they could offer.
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