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[Hooper]

Ericsson had been training for this moment his entire life. After two years of grueling qualification courses Ericsson found himself in a special forces designation. He wasn’t sure what Mission: Nefertiti entailed, but Ericsson was beyond excited to be included in such a high-ranking covert operation despite his low rank. He waited in the briefing room which was just a table, buzzing ceiling light and two aluminum chairs. As Ericsson sat on the edge of his seat he fidgeted with an empty cup of water. The door opened and out came a decorated officer. “Ericsson?”

“Sir, Yes Sir!” Ericsson stood at attention in his modern, pixelated, military fatigues. Getting up quickly, Ericsson nearly flinged the cup across the table.

“Very good, soldier. Excellent reaction time. At ease.” Ericsson sat down and the officer walked to the table, put his briefcase down and clicked it open. After rifling through it he pulled out a silver box case and a computer. “I’m officer Franklin, before we get into briefing we still need to run some tests.”

“Sir, Yes Sir!” Ericsson had already been through every physical, mental and psychological evaluation. This must’ve been some mind game the military was playing. Wouldn’t be the first he experienced this nickel and dime BS. Unfolding the computer the officer tapped a few keys before taking out some kind of scanner from his case.

“Be still soldier.” The scanner emitted a green light as it passed over Ericsson. Franklin put the scanner down and opened the silver box revealing a pink glowing sphere.

“Sir?” The light reflected off Ericsson's eyes as he looked at the warm light swirl in its iridescence.

“Be still soldier.” Franklin ejected the light into a glass cylinder from the case and grabbed it. The officer utilized a slow and steady gait as he stepped behind Ericsson. Ericsson heard pop and saw the pink glow dim as he felt a warmth near his ass. Soon the light faded completely but Ericsson still felt warm around the back of him. Franklin opened the door and gestured to the soldier. “Right this way.” Ericsson really wanted to see if there was anything on his ass but with an officer directing him he just focused on his march down the hallway. “Here we have some PT courses. Ericsson?” Franklin opened another door and turned to Ericsson.

“Sir, yes Sir!” Ericsson marched in with the seat of his pants protruding slightly, but he didn’t notice. In front of him was a giant room where an obstacle course had been installed. First, there were the tires. He hopped over them easily enough and after jumping over the last one, his cheeks wedged into more of a bubble shape. The next event was a set of monkey bars. Ericsson brachiated each rung and got through and landed on his feet. His butt jiggled bigger on landing as the rigid material of his fatigues softened. Ericsson caught his breath walking to the final task, a wall to hop. Ericsson jumped and gripped the wall. As he pulled himself up his ass bulged so much the seat of his pants split down the middle. Ericsson, looked confused as he kept pulling harder but unable to get his chest over the wall. The shape of his cheeks widened as he found his arms sinking before he had to let go and land back on his feet.

“Start over.” Franklin pointed back to the tires.

“Sir, yes Sir!” Ericsson rubbed his butt wiggling his thicker ass. Getting into a jog he felt his stride wobbled side to side. Ericsson stradeled through the tires as his broadening cheeks bowed his hips. Right at the end of the tires his ass domed out as the seat of his pants melted into spandex. The camouflage pattern around the stretchy fibers was changing, going from the modern grid like pattern to the outdated splotch pattern. Ericsson shook his head trying to get back in his zone, but his backside wiggle was distracting.

“Ericsson, let’s move!” Franklin shook his head and scribbled on his clipboard.

“Sir, yes Sir!” He grabbed at the monkey bars and went through but his arms felt much weaker. Every rung he seemed to need to work each arm more. His hands were getting sweaty as his hips and ass swelled bigger.The patch of fashionable spandex camouflage spread over the sides of his butt cheeks. His arms quivered as his thickening pelvis puffed out around his groin. His dick was being pushed lower and lower on his body as the skin around his pubis bulged. Three rungs from the last, Ericsson missed it and fell on his fat ass onto the matt floor.

“Start over.” Franklin looked at Ericsson.

“Sir, yes, Sir!” Ericsson slowly got up, and waddled over as more flab surrounded his flaccid cock. His cap swelled as the hairs of his buzz cut lengthened.

“C’mon, fat ass!” Franklin slapped Ericsson with the clipboard causing it to jiggle in its stretchy casing. The pockets, zipper fly and belt loops of his pants shrank as Ericsson hustled through the tires. The elastic camouflage now absorbed all around his hips as a crater of flab engulfed his cock. Eventually, her growing hips pulled apart her center of gravity and she fell on her big butt.“ Start over.”

“Yes… uh… Yes sir.” Ericsson mumbled as she slowly got up. A camel toe pushed an impression in her pillowy groin.

“What was that soldier?!” Franklin walked over to her.

“Sir, yes Sir!” Ericsson's voice quivered.

“Attention!” Franklin shouted and Ericsson stood at attention but her arms hung awkward around her wide hips. She winced as her thighs thickened into drumsticks as the stretchy camouflage moved down her pant legs. Ericsson unknowingly let out little moans as every fold and stitch of her pants faded into supple, camouflage cushion. Her boots looked so much bigger as the pants shrink wrapped around her curvy lower-half. “At ease!”

“Phew!” Ericsson relaxed and widened her stance to rub her crotch. “Getting hard to focus *ahem*” Her manly voice was cracking around the lower register.

“C’mon chubby let’s go.” Franklin waved his clipboard and walked back out to the hallway.

“But what about the PT course?” Ericsson whined as her voice kept climbing in pitch. She readjusted and deliberately lowered her pitch but her ‘baritone’ came off as cartoonish.

“We’ll get back to that, but for today we’re done” Franklin kept walking down.

“Awesome.” Ericsson felt so relieved and caressed her crotch again. She let out a sigh, before noticing Franklin was out of sight. “What’s your hurry?” Ericsson’s voice lilted into a soprano register that she didn’t try to correct. Ericsson was too frustrated that she had somehow exerted herself to the point of walking funny. She could feel herself sashay side to side despite her efforts to walk normal. “Oh well,” she whispered and rubbed as the fold in her crotch grew deeper around pussy.

“Hurry up butterball!” Franklin shouted from down the hall. He had already opened another door. “Tubs! Let’s go!”

“Quit it with the fat jokes, I think I'm hurt.” Ericsson sashayed over with her eyes half open. The exertion affected her breathing it seemed as she panted. The lapels of her jacket fatigue felt tighter. The camo pattern started to clash as her chest pumped out. She walked into the room and saw it was a plush pink bedroom with a california king in the center.

“This is where you will be bunking.” Franklin waved at the large tv, shelf of books/movies and video game consoles on the nearby table.

“Kind of girly, don’t you think?” Ericsson scratched her bulbous chest as her jacket wedged rounder and laughed. “So this is headquarters for my mission right?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Franklin put down his clipboard and took off his jacket.

“So what is the mission like intelligence analysis?” Ericsson squeaked higher permanently as her boots’ heels thickened slowly propping her butt up.

“No, breeding.” Franklin smiled at Ericsson’s bulging chest as it pulled her collar down revealing her shrinking larynx.

“What do you mean breeding? I’m trained soldier!” Her lapels curved further as the waist of her jacket scrunched in.

“Fine, you want to prove it?” Franklin walked towards Ericsson.

“Yeah, of course I do, so let’s… Yow!” Ericsson was swatted on the butt as Franklin darted behind her. “Not cool bro, I wasn’t ready.” Her butt was still jiggling. Ericsson let out a grunt as her mid riff got smaller and breasts got bigger. The jacket grew more flexible clinging under her thickening breasts.

“Okay fine. Are you ready?” Franklin tilted his head.

“Yeah?” Ericsson got into a boxer’s stance but she was sticking her butt out more than she should. Taking a one two swing Ericsson was slow to recover as Franklin pivoted. WHACK another slap on his rump and Ericsson grabbed. “Oof!” Ericsson nearly fell over. “Why are you spanking my butt? That’s super gay.” Ericsson rubbed her butt as it jiggled.

“It seems to be slowing your chunky ass down.” Franklin smiled as Ericsson’s lapels divided revealing her pillowy white shirt as it curved over the top.

“I ain’t chunky!” Ericsson sashayed over to Franklin as she bulged bigger all over her body before her face fattened. Her jacket popped revealing her white shirt warped around her growing chest. “Now you’re going to get it… Whoa!” Ericsson lunged and immediately tripped as her soles thickened into platform length causing her to fall on her rump. Ericsson blanked out from the impact as her legs, boobs and ass wobbled.

“Attention!” Franklin said, but Ericsson just sat there and panted. “I said, Attention! Soldier!”

“Oh… yeah… right…” Ericsson slowly stood up and got into a standing position. She didn’t fall into a straight soldier posture instead she jutted one hip out, like an instagram pose.

“Pathetic. Drop and give me 20!” Franklin watched Ericsson slowly get down into the push up position.”

“Can I do them from my knees?” Ericsson looked back as her jacket snapped higher on her torso. Now she was on all fours with her giant, camo, spandex ass sticking out. The flexible material sunk into every soft slope of her body.

“Go ahead, Soldier.” Franklin almost laughed on ‘Soldier’. Ericsson didn’t do push-up per se, it was more just her wriggling her hip. “Keep going and don’t stop until I say so.” Franklin walked out of sight.

“Why are you being such dick man?" Ericsson’s camo yoga pants pulled out of her boots and over her calves.

“I haven’t been a dick up until now.” Franklin took off his boots and unbuckled his pants revealing his boner. “Stay in push up position, stick your ass out as far as you can and look back”

“Okay man, whatever.” Ericsson wriggled her round hips and sighed as it did feel good to stretch. Then she looked back and saw Franklin in a tanktop and boxers with his cock sticking out. “Hey man, what’s the big idea? Ooh…” Ericsson looked over his shoulder when her camel toe swelled from under her butt.

“I think your ass is bigger than any idea I could think of.” Franklin grabbed Ericsson’s fat rump and rubbed the spandex texture feeling the thicc cushion underneath.

“Hey man, don’t grab my butt… erg… I’m not gay…Ooh” Ericsson’s hips quivered as Franklin squeezed her plushy buttocks. A finger traced the bulk of her cheek and down to her crotch. “You’re getting real close to my… Um…” A finger poked the softness of her crotch and all Ericsson’s swagger began to collapse under the pressure of a horny pussy. “You- uh you asshole wait till I get turned around… Ah…” Her pussy lips swelled bigger as she felt gooey in her crotch. “I’ll pound you so hard… Ugh…” Her fingernails popped longer as a matching camo pattern faded on her enamel.

“Okay, let’s see it fatso.” Franklin backed away.

“I told you to stop it with the fat jokes.” Ericsson slowly got up and straightened up her outfit as she got into her fighter stance before FWOOMPH! Her white shirt shrinkwrapped into a nylon tanktop that peeled off her pudgy tummy. The neckline widened letting cleavage spill out in a bountiful manner. Her pant legs withdrew from her knees going right in the middle of her juicy drumsticks. A ponytail popped out through the back of her cap. “Oh god, I don’t feel so good.” Ericsson opened her gait like a sumo wrestler and lightly scratched her camel toe. Turning to the bed she sighed and waddled over as her military boots faded into the same camouflage pattern and collapses into thick wool socks. Her sleeves dwindled letting her exposed shoulders free as her ponytail kept growing warping her hats shape until it popped into a scrunchy. Ericsson flopped on the bed and rolled to the side.

“Now that’s glorious.” Franklin put a hand on the bed tilting it as he looked at Ericsson’s voluptuous body folded away from him. Her hip rested like a gentle sloping hill that shook like a bowl of pudding.

“Find your own bed, fag.” Ericsson didn’t even move as Franklin climbed in. “I said… Oh…” Ericsson felt a hand on her stomach and shivered as Franklin spooned her. “You’re penis… it’s oh…” The semi flaccid penis nestled on camouflage spandex wedged into the shape of Ericsson’s massive ass. “Could you move so your penis so it isn’t on my butt.” Ericsson’s stomach flexed as she took a deep breath, “You’re being so gay.”

“How about you move? You don’t have to sleep in that position.” Franklin rubbed Ericsson’s tummy which caused to flex again only this time her butt wiggled.

“Oof… Oh God it’s growing… Ooh…” Ericsson shivered before doing a full grind. Looking back she winced as her lips and lashes thickened. Her spandex shorts climbed up her legs exposing her thick thighs in their glory. “I-I-I can’t stop wiggling, please get your dick off before… Oh!” Franklin’s cock was fully erect.

“Looks like your starting to take on your new designation just fine.” Franklin rubbed Ericsson’s buttery stomach as he tucked his boner in closer.

“Wait, you still mean breeding? B-but I’m a man.” Ericsson slowly wriggled her butt higher and higher on Franklin’s stomach til flop, the boner flinged right into her pussy. “Ooh, hey that’s real tender… Please just… Ugh...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” Franklin gently rocked his hips causing all of Ericsson’s body to wobble. Soon she grinded to match the rhythm of his rocking hips. Her jacket and shirt popped into a white and camo bra that had loads of cleavage spilling out. Her camo boyshorts snapped into a camo thong. Franklin got up from the spooning and pulled Ericsson’s hips into doggystyle.

“What are you gonna do? Ooh…” Ericsson’s thicc body shook back to front as Franklin started grinding. “Cut it out man. Your dick, it's really getting in there.” Her entire body thickened up giving Franklin wider hips to hold onto. Fast release clasps popped over underwear as her ponytail thickened into giant braids. The jiggling mass of her boobs pulled at her back clasp until POP. Now her ample bosom swung freely before being fondled by Franklin.

“Nice, nice,” Franklin still had a hand on her hip but the other one cupping her breast was really exciting Ericsson.

“Oof… Quit, your starting to make me horny.” Ericsson wobbled her giant rump until a wave of mass popped her thong off. The fabric slowly untucked itself from Ericsson’s quaking curves before flopping on the bed leaving her completely naked “Oh God! Your penis! Where's it going?!” Ericsson squealed as she felt the throbbing cock push into her pussy.

“In your pussy.” Franklin filled Ericsson's vagina with pulsing muscle.

“Get it out! Aah…” Ericsson blushed and grew a dumb smile. “I can't have a man make me feel this good… Aah.” Ericsson convulsed. “I'm not into guys… Whoa!” Franklin thrusted again as both bucked their hips.

“You'll learn.” Franklin squeezed Ericsson tight as he made her bulbous body shake. Ericsson winced like she was being strangled and despite pushing her hips into him she seemed like she was trying to stop it.

“This is too much… oh…” Ericsson grunted as she anchored her arms and really started working Franklin's cock. “Why am I doing this? No I don't… eww…” she could feel Franklin's dick throb inside her quicker.

“The nano-machines are doing their job. Your becoming a perfect female specimen for breeding.” Franklin sighed.

“But I don't want to be pregnant, I'm a soldier…” she could feel the cock convulsed bigger as Franklin grunted. “Pull out you son of a bitch!” Ericsson could feel herself on the brink of a climax. “Pull out!” Ericsson screamed as she came and felt lava fill her insides. Her shocked expression melted with satiated exhaustion as she relaxed her soft body. She smiled as she collapsed on the bed with Franklin still inside her. A soft snore emitted from her only letting out an 'ooh’ when Franklin pulled out. The tension on her body was tiring but after a nap she'd be up and ready for more action. Mission Nefertiti was a success.