New Recruits

New Recruits

Drew and Riley are lifelong friends. They have been planning to join the military together since grade school. When they finally do enlist together, they realise they have signed up for more than they realise.

This is an MtoM and M to inanimate TF story.

“Congratulations gentleman, you are now part of the United States military!”

Our recruitment officer was smiling. A wave of pride and contentment washed over me. Drew however looked small and pale, sitting beside me in the same kind of cheap office chair. We were enlisting together, that had been the plan since freshman year. He was skinny, short and hunched over in his seat. But we were going to go through basic training together, and hopefully end up in the same unit after that.

“Riley and Drew, congratulations!”

He reached over and shook my hand first before stretching it out to Drew

“Follow me and we’ll get you set up,” the recruiter said as he shuffled the contract papers we had just signed into a plain manilla envelope.

We all stood up and I gave Drew a reassuring grip on his shower, he returned my gaze with a look of worry and anxiety.

“You good?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah. I’m excited.”

We followed the recruiter down a corridor and into a room with two plain metal doors. One was marked “TF-CH1” and the other was “TF-CH2”. He pointed at the door on the left, TF-CH1. “Drew, you go in here.”

Drew nodded and stepped towards the door.

“Oh hold on son,” the recruiter said. “You need to strip.”

“All the way?” Drew asked, his voice full of hesitancy.

The recruiter nodded and looked at me. “You too. And you’ll go in the other door.”

He pointed at another nondescript metal door beside the one Drew was to use. It looked like we would be temporarily separated. We both undressed, tossing our clothing on the ground.

“What’s going to happen to our stuff?” I asked.

“Don’t worry,” the recruiter said with a sly smile. “You’re property of the U.S. military now. Everything you need will be provided to you.”

“Is that what’s behind the doors?” Drew said.

“Everything you need to be a solider in the United States military is behind those doors. You’ll come out as new men, I guarantee it!”

There was an unsettling tone behind the recruiter’s voice, but I figured it was my nerves. I gave a weary nod to the recruiter and stepped towards my door. With my fingers on the handle, I looked over at Drew. I saw a faint tremble in his arm as it extended out to the door handle. I made sure to concentrate on my own arm, to hide the tremble I had.

“See you in a minute?” I said, trying to sound less nervous than I was.

Drew nodded in reply and disappeared into the room. I followed suit.

-

The room was plain and industrial. A glass wall ran down the right side, separating an identical room on the other side. In the centre of each room was a metal grate that was surrounded by white tiles on the floor. A single strip of fluorescent lighting illuminated both sides of the room. The metal door closed behind me and clicked loudly as it locked.

I saw Riley on the other side of the glass, he was taking it in much like I was.

“Riley!” I yelled, but my voice did not reach him. He put his hand up to his ear and shook his head: the universal symbol for “I can’t hear you”. My voice just echoed around the room, but Riley still offered me a reassuring smile. He always had a way of calming me down in high-stress situations. We had been friends since the first grade, and had dreamed of being in the military together since we were ten years old — we were finally realising our goal together.

Looking over at Riley, his body looked amazing. I wasn’t gay, but seeing Riley’s broad shoulders, sculpted abs, powerful legs and arms was was a sight. His massive arms and pectoral muscles put my slender frame to shame. My body was pretty pitiful, but I knew my fitness journey in the military would be the start of something new.

I let out a long breath, and wondered what was going to happen.

Not a moment later, a pain began to radiate from the small of my back and moved upwards, along my spine, towards my shoulders and neck. I instinctively put my hands towards my back in reaction to the pain, only to be met with a similar pain in my arms and legs. I doubled over, hugging my torso, trying to ride out the discomfort. Every muscle in my body screamed in agony. As I hugged my stomach, I could feel the muscles on my arm get warm as the sensation shifted from a sharp pain to a wave of heat and tenseness.

I felt my biceps swell and grow bigger, becoming more defined and toned with muscle. It was becoming more difficult to hug my stomach with the added thickness in my arms. The muscles continued down my arms to my forearms and hands. Everything was growing bigger and stronger. In disbelief, I stood up straight, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the glass. Not only were my arm muscles thickening, but my shoulders were becoming widening out and becoming broader. My collar bone popped and stretched to accommodate my immense frame. I was beginning to resemble Riley’s hulking physique, except a little bigger. I was watching, in real time, muscles that should take weeks and months to carve and strengthen, pulsate and swell right in front of me. The increased muscle mass transitioned to my pecs as they became two larger slabs that pushed out of my chest. I had muscles on muscles on muscles!

“Woah,” I thought, flexing and feeling my new growth and strength. I marvelled in the changes that had happened. However, on the other side of the glass, I saw Riley was going through some changes too. I could see that he was lying on the ground, with a massive grin on his face. At his feet were a pair of tan coloured military boots. His legs were flattening and sketching a digital camouflage pattern across his skin.

Something clicked in my mind. I knew what was happening... I was becoming the solider and Riley would be my uniform. I was going to put him on and wear him in combat. He was my uniform.

Another pain carried down my spine and I saw the ground move away from me: I was growing taller. My hips and thighs thickened and my centre of gravity altered due to my new height and thicker muscle mass. I shifted my weight, steadying myself so I didn’t fall.

The area around my stomach thinned and became more defined and toned. A roll of fat just melted in a moment, leaving only a tingling sensation as the remaining muscle thickened. Each of my individual abdominal muscles widened and expanded until each muscle was like a small ridge on my lower abdomen. Every muscle in my lower core stretched and hardened, transforming my body into one of purpose.

Over on the other side of the glass, Riley had transformed fully below his waist now. Cargo pockets had filled out on his pants - my pants - and his top half was beginning to become my jacket and IOTV.

IOTV? Improved Outer Tactical Vest? How did I know the lingo already? I shook my head. A mental fog clouded over my brain. Parts of my mind, personality and identity faded and erased. I was no longer meek and mild-mannered; I am macho, manly and masculine. An obsession for exercise and fitness emerged as my strong body would need to be maintained and trained. My intelligence shifted and altered, and while I became less smart in some areas, my intuition and athleticism grew. Who needs books anyway? With my strength and solider instincts came an ability to follow orders and commands. I am a soldier, a trained killer, obedient and tough.

In the glass partition, my face was changing. My rounded facial features had hardened and roughened to match my hulking body. My hair shortened to the traditional jarhead/military high and tight style. A long colourful tattoo printed into my broad forearm and bicep, painting across my shoulder and pectoral. My vision turned cloudy and blurry until I realised I no longer needed my glasses and took them off, revealing perfect vision.

My penis lengthened and grew thicker in girth to match the increased length.

Continuing further down, my feet stretched and cracked and grew longer. Both of my legs gained thickness, widening up by at least an inch. The muscles burned as they stretched and toned into powerful trunk-like masses. I lifted and kicked my leg in awe.

Behind the glass, Riley had fully decompressed onto the floor. His top half lay slightly higher than his bottom half, due to the added bulk of the tactical vest and ceramic plates. His grinning face disappeared, opening up into a helmet and eye protection. He was done, which meant I was not far behind.

Finally, more changes headed to my head; new words and touch points erased my previous expressions and reference points. Military drills, commands, words and phrases filled my head. I was a solider. Hoo-rah.

I stood in the room, a different man than the one entered. I was a man with a purpose and built to last. I felt my hands across my body, learning every part. I felt ... complete.

-

The room was empty and bright. I saw a glass divider on the left side and watched as Drew took in his new surroundings at the name time as me. He looked so scrawny and slim. The military was going to toughen him up, but I would be there to help him.

“You okay?” I shouted, but my voice just echoed around the room. I saw him yell something at me, but I just put my hand to my ear to let him know I could not hear him. I smiled, mostly to reassure Drew, but also to reassure myself.

Drew continued to look around the room he was in, observing and analysing. I stood and waited. Surely someone would be around soon.

A numbness poked at my big toe. I tapped my foot against the ground. Numbness again, but now it had spread to more toes. I shook my foot, trying to recirculate the blood. The same numbness happened to my other foot, so I hopped around trying to get the blood flowing. After a few jumps, landing on the balls of my foot felt strange... I couldn’t feel the cold tile floor any more. I realised I was losing my balance and grip on the floor. I looked down and saw the beginnings of military combat boots forming over my feet. They were tan, with rough leathery material and laces. Quickly the material covered my entire foot, making it more boot- like.

I stumbled, losing my balance entirely, and fell flat on my backside. The boots came away revealing emptiness. What?

Something clicked in my mind. I knew exactly what I was and what was happening to me. I was a United States military uniform. My name wasn’t Riley — not anymore. Uniforms don’t have names. I was made to serve and protect. I was going to serve and protect Drew. I looked over at Drew, seeing that his own transformation was making him more muscular and fit. He would need to be strong to survive in combat.

My changes continued too. My feet had already become boots and now my legs were stretching and deflating into combat pants. The comforting sign of the digital camouflage pattern drew across my skin, painting over my body hair. My knee bones cracked and popped and transformed into a knee pads. They would at least be used in the same place they came from. My penis and crotch voided turning flat and textured with the same camouflage pattern as my lower legs. A new zipper formed in the area that rose up to my was it.

I ran my fingers across the fabric, feeling the material against my skin. The changes spread to my hands and torso, with the familiar camouflage pattern first sketching across my smooth, hairless skin, and my hands emptying of muscle and bone and turning into thin black gloves. I knew my final form was going to involve a lot of gear and extra pieces as Drew would need many things during combat missions. Aside from a shirt, he was going to need a tactical vest with ceramic plates, a camelback water bladder, and a helmet. All of that was going to have to come from somewhere, and with my lower half already completely changed, it meant my top half was going to be changing a lot.

My internal organs and bones began moving and shifting. My human existence was now firmly dead, with my mind only waiting the final changes. But the beginnings of that had already started as I fixated on a desire to be worn. From my spine and rib cage formed the tactical vest. It pushed out of my skin as a very hard mass, covering over the rest of my upper body that had already changed into the same material as the pants.

The vest bulked up my upper frame, causing my upper half to rise off the floor. Various ceramic plates formed from different organs and tissue, sliding into Velcro pockets within the

vest. A groin protector slid down from my stomach to cover Drew’s own groin. Two elbow pads popped out of my elbows, similarly to how the knew pads formed. A nameplate formed over my chest with Drew’s last name. Various other pouches and holders appeared as well, all attached to the IOTV, they were all covered in the same camouflage material. Inside the shirt, a tight tan-coloured compression shirt stretched and expanded out of the last remaining organic material that remained inside of me.

My hands deflated and flattened, the skin turning rough and textured. Protective plastic coverings emerged as my knuckles fused together into one.

I looked over at Drew with a huge grin on my face. I wanted to tell him how happy I was, how excited I was, but without lungs to breathe I had no air to make words. He was looking at me and had already changed so much. He was huge now and was bigger than I had been. His muscles were impressive, and he was much taller. He was almost completely transformed, but he couldn’t be a proper soldier until I was done.

My head expanded with creaks and groans as the bone and muscle shifted into kevlar and protective polyethylene. My face folded into the helmet, with the upper part of my eyes and nose becoming eye protection. With a massive rattle, the helmet rolled flat on the ground. It was done.

I was still going to serve in the military, and I was still going to protect Drew, it was just going to be a little different than how we had imagined it.

-

A buzzer sounded and the glass partition slowly raised up into the ceiling. I stepped into the second room to retrieve my uniform. Bending down, I felt the fabric between my huge hands. I knew it used to be Riley, but I also knew that he was serving his purpose now. I slipped on underwear, pants and the tan-coloured undershirt. The compression undershirt wrapped tightly around my hulking body and muscles. Next I put on the pants and boots, tying up the boots tightly. Instinctively, I tucked the knotted laces into the boot and bloused the bottoms of my pants above the boots as though I had done it a thousand times before. I buttoned up the shirt, running my hand over the patches, emblems and U.S. flag. I reached down and lifted the hefty tactical vest, lifting it with ease, and placed it over my head. After fastening the various pieces and accessories, I clipped the helmet to my head and donned the eye protection. I was missing my weapon, but I was ready for combat.

Once dressed, a new door opened and a large, intimidating man with no neck stepped through the new entry. It was my commanding officer. I stood to attention.

“Fresh meat! Soldier, you follow me to start your training!” “Sir! Yes sir!”

I'd like to wish being transformed into a really dumb jock, and gross, but like, literal, so dumb i can't even say what 2 + 2 is, and i so gross i constantly belch and fart non-stop cause i think its manly and its funny, could you do it, pleasee?

You want to be dumbest thing walking on two legs. Thats all I read when I seen this. So that’s what we are going to do. People will look at you really question how something so dumb could even exist. As soon as your wish leaves you mouth instantly you tongue acts on it own hanging out of your mouth like a dog. You try to pull it back in but you can’t ! No matter what you do your tongue just seems to be too big you mouth and your jaw squares itself and drops. You look in the mirror shocked. You didn’t think didn’t think it would happen this fast but you can’t deny it. You look dumb. You start to burn up as your body begins to generate more heat than you’re used to and sweat begins to pour on your body. As that happens a puddle begins to form under you from all the sweat dripping off your body and your body begins to bulk with muscle. Your arms balloon out as your chest pumps up. Your abs pull your waist in and become tight forming an incredible 8 pack. Your face begins to itch as a beard starts to grow on your dumb face as your hair darkens. Your arms become hairy and your legs begin to bulk. Becoming swallowed in a furry mass as well. You back widens and you are overcomed with being lightheaded you have to sit down. Sitting in front of the mirror in your own puddle of sweat you can’t help but notice right arm and pec begin to get dark as a tattoos begins to streatch their way up your arms and across your chest. You look down and see a tattoo form on your right leg as your feet begin to swell. You notice that as your feet get bigger your tongue begins to push out more. Lower. DUMBER! Your pants begin to get tight as your package seems to be connect to your feet to. The bigger they become the larger your member becomes. Your feet stop ground at a sweaty size 17. Your body is massive now. Dripping sweat. Your veins are bulging from all the mass you’ve gained and your skin even has a tanned color to it.

But even though you look dumb. You said you wanted to be DUMB! Like the definition of full blown dumbass. And intense migraine moved across your head as you brain cramps. Losing the ridges that hold knowledge. Smoothing out as you become a literal dumbass. But I’m not cruel. I’ll leave you able to function. Unable to read. Unable to do anything other than lift weight and be a dumbass. You belch signifying lift off of your new dumbass life. Not even aware how stupid you are. I’m not even sure if you remember how to walk with how dumb I’ve made you but a muscle body like needs to crawl anyway. You’ll repeat simple sentences but anything complex you’ll have a glazed look pass over your dumb face. Instantly lost in all the confusion. Even yelling like a wild animal because of the dumbass you’ve become. You manage to stand up and stagger as your stupid brain tries to understand what you’re doing. A loud fart shoots out of your tight bulbous butt while another burp comes out. Still sweating and pumping out some serious Bo. You’re going to be a sweaty gas machine. To dumb to do anything and impossible to learn anything. Enjoy the new life you big dumbass.

Punish me, if you dare.

Hi wishmaster! I could really use some help. I’ve been swamped with studies as a rail thin college student and I need some kind of escape from it all. I think I’m just overthinking everything but I can’t help it. Could you help me just forget my troubles and get the body of my dreams? You can have your way with anything, I just want nice big, strong, juicy pecs that are ripe with pleasure.

I would do anything to get lost in that pleasure, just have your way and fulfill my simple needs of a simpler mind and some huge pecs for other guys to worship.

Big 'uns!

Close your eyes, keep them closed, pull all of your worries into focus, now feel them disappear, in fact feel your mind empty totally, now imagine you do nothing but workout your pecs. They've become big and juicy, like man tits. You love the way the jiggle when you bounce them, mm, the jiggle, so sensitive to touch. You love when they're touched, when they're lick..ohh your nipples love to have a warm tongue caress them, you get hard thinking about it.

Fuck your body is so tight bro, the rock hard abs developed as you increased your tits. Fuck you just need attention constant, you're a good boy that just likes to be touched, worshiped, you love when your boyfriend takes his cock and titty fucks you, when his cum covers your chest that's truly when you are the happiest.

Fuck you stare at yourself, you are fucking perfect, in fact people now pay just to touch your chest as you are a star dancer at the new strip club, men worship your juicy pecs, tossing money at you to cop a feel, hell you even provide private sessions for more intense play time. Your old worries gone, you have a great life now, forever enjoying your new body, new life, the only pressure is in your cock after dozens of guys pay to cum all over your new tits, Life is good now. Cum dripping down your body. the smell over powering your senses , is the only thing that truly brings joy to you now.

I had a friend who disappeared the other day. He said he had a plan to totally undermind and destroy you. But I can’t find him anywhere now! Did you have something to do with that? I hope you didn’t turn him in to a tall, dumb, hung meathead. He would have hated that!

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Welcome, welcome. Sorry for the delay. I know, I've been absent for a while but I wasn't really gone. You see, I've been watching all of you for the past few months, biding my time, gathering and waiting for the right moment to pounce.

So relax, you're dumber now anyway. Chill, my dude. We'll pump up your testosterone in a minute, but for now just relish in the clarity. Who needs big thoughts anyway?

Because you were on to me, and quick to my schemes, I'm going to make an example out of you. You shall be my magnum opus. Shall we begin?

Let's get you out of those clothes first. In your new life, you will barely need them.

Your feet should be much bigger. Feel them crack and stretch. You've got fucking huge feet, bro.

While we're on the subject of huge... Everything about you is huge. Your legs are thickening, growing bigger and bigger. Your ass is expanding and your shoulders are so wide. You'll be going sideways through doors from now on!

Arms? Bigger arms for sure. 16- no 17 inch biceps. Go ahead and flex 'em. What do you think?

I’m gonna angle your jaw a bit, make you classically handsome to go with your brutish bull of a body. You'll dress up nice, but your body is made for showing off. Some stubble on your face is going to make your face perfect.

Something is missing. Your muscles are excellent, if I do say so myself, but they need a pop. What about some tattoos? The last guy I did had tattoos as well, but I want to go all out for you. How about we cover you in them! From head to toe, literally. Every inch of your muscled adonis is a canvas now. You'll have some cool designs, religious stuff, words and shit. Girls will love it, and so will the guys. Ah, it doesn't hurt does it? Take a look at your body, bro. See all the ink darkening on your skin? What do you think?

Okay, stand up for me. Steady on your feet! I'll correct your mind in a second. Oh shit! I forgot your dick. A man like you needs a thick penis to match. Go ahead and stroke it while it grows. See, it wasn't so bad! And to think, you were worried about your buddy before all of this. I assure you, he was just as happy as you are right now.

Okay, testosterone. You're dumb, but you make up for it with your body, of course. Lifting is your life now.

Let's get a full look at you. Yep, my best work yet! Now go get out of my sight, you fucking meathead.

Hi, I've always wanted to grow a full beard and be like the other men , so hunky and muscled, but I Can't, could you help me sir?

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You just want a beard, bro? Really? I can give you anything and you're sure you just want a beard? Reach for the stars man! Mind if I add a little more?

Feel your face itching? That's your beard coming through. Go ahead and touch it. Look at your hands...! They're throbbing and growing. You're taller. Don't worry, your back will settle in a second. Lemme pad out your ass and thighs. You're gonna need these muscles for what I have in mind. I can't leave you lookin' like a beanpole so I'm going to fill out your chest and shoulders now. What do you think. Go and flex for me. You look huge. You like your arms?

Okay, now this part is for me. Slip into these pants for me. They're gonna make your ass look really nice. Put these boots on too. Go ahead and tie the laces up nice and tight. But you're really gonna like this shirt. Sheriff? You're a cop now bro! Yeah, I thought you might like that. Go and button it up and tuck it into your pants. That shirt makes your arms look thick, right? Once you put this cap on, you can forget everything you knew before. Give us a smile. Looking great.