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“Godspeed, son. Make your country proud.” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” The general walked away, leaving Private James Corsellis in the hands of a score of technicians, doctors, and nurses, who read data gathered from a mess of IVs, attachments, and wearables dotting nearly every uncovered inch of skin. He had been given a pair of boxers, a small mercy, but was otherwise nude, a modest reprieve to the morning sun already cooking the navy base blacktop. But his comfort hardly mattered at this point. A kaiju was rampaging up and down the Atlantic coast, a first for the United States, leveling buildings and swatting away any military response as though it was nothing. They called it a kaiju because, well, if a three hundred foot tall bipedal lizard with vaporizing breath appeared out of the ocean, the moniker from monster movies fit just as well. A handful had appeared across the world in recent weeks, wreaking havoc and decimating coastline cities wherever they went. The greatest in conventional, chemical, and nuclear weaponry left hardly a scratch in their thick, scaled sides. And yet, somehow, a kaiju in Japan had simply keeled over, mid-rampage. As an international team of scientists conducted an autopsy, samples were flown to laboratories across the globe, researchers racing against the clock to find some weakness, some advantage that might take down the rest. Which culminated in this moment, as the team made their final checks, found James in good health, and began removing the IVs and cables from his body. If nothing manmade could bring down a kaiju, why not another kaiju? The gamut of tests, conducted around the clock for over a week, showed promise, as concoctions of kaiju DNA injected into lab mice caused the rodents to triple in size and form thick armored skin, virtually identically to their skyscraper-sized counterparts. More promising was the fact that their minds appeared to remain intact, as blocks of cheese and giant wheels still captivated their attention. Though the results were positive, there was still no telling how a human being might react. However, time was running short. The kaiju rampaging down the coastline was only a few dozen miles from the navy base. After the onslaught of weaponry, the beast had gone out of its way to target military installations, reducing tanks, aircraft, and warships to piles of scrap. James had been volun-told to become the human subject, his biology and DNA makeup seemingly the best fit for the experiment. It would have been a nice story to say that he had enlisted out of a love for his country, to defend her and possibly lay down his life for her. The truth was, however, he had been a C+ student from middle of nowhere, USA, with no hopes of attending college and no job prospects in a town of only 500 residents. Enlisting in the army would at least take him outside his home state for the first time. What followed was a year of basic then advanced training, some mechanical education, then being assigned to an army base near the Atlantic coast and entering a monotonous new life. Until the kaiju attacked. When he was chosen for the experiment, much to his surprise, he was told that, should the test prove a success and humanity had a future, he would lack for nothing, whether that be in a kaiju body or a human one if scientists could figure out how to change him back. All debts paid, money inconsequential, and a stack of medals to boot. For a young man raised on action and superhero movies, how could he say no? The doctor approached, armed with the largest needle James had ever seen in his life, a four-inch long behemoth that contained a glowing green liquid. A series of tents erected on the blacktop contained an array of scientific and medical equipment, stationed by no less than forty people who stared at him, frozen, expectant. If the test was a success, he would grow larger than the tallest building on the base, so any applicable equipment had been moved outdoors. No use ruining a building by starting him out inside. Generators hummed and scores of cables ran to and fro between the tents. The doctor patted James on the arm and nodded, but said nothing as he inserted the needle into his upper arm. James fought not to grimace, the sensation more akin to pressure than pain as the ice-cold liquid entered his body, fanning out along his veins. The doctor turned and jogged away in a motion less than dignified, as though James would immediately turn into a monster and devour him on the spot. James sat with his back straight and his head held high as the crowd of onlookers stared at him, collective breath held, unfazed by the attention. Moments ticked by agonizingly slowly. Nothing happened. Just as he began to fear that the test was a failure, that humanity was thoroughly outmatched and his potential glory to come swept away, a sheen of sweat broke out across his body, as though a furnace roared inside him. Black splotches broke out across his skin and he nearly crumpled to the ground as it felt like gravity had increased tenfold. His skin morphed into thick, interlocking plates of black scales, muscles bulging beneath to support the weight. His fingernails grew into sharp, curved points, his hands contorting into forms that lacked human dexterity. And as his body changed, it grew, his view of the half cheering, half cringing crowd growing smaller by the second. His boxer shorts were torn to shreds, his hair falling away as the plated scales sheared it clean off, sharp as a razor. His spine bulged outward, the individual columns piercing his new plates to become sharp spikes that spanned from the back of his neck to the tip of the nub of a tail growing north of his rear end. As he grew, he fought to not be overwhelmed by a swirl of new sensations. The shrinking blacktop exploded in color, as profound a change as going from black and white to high definition, as though contrast had increased tenfold. Colors he could not name, but now understood intuitively, erupted in his vision, beyond the range of human sight. Despite their shrinking size, he could make out fine details of the group gathered below: nametags, individual fibers in lab coats, even the beads of sweat running down many a face. Unbidden, a forked tongue shot out of his mouth, flicking in the air a few moments. As soon as it returned inside, a blast of tastes and smells struck his palate: acidic, biting fuel, mixing with metals and plastics from the nearby weaponry, and a mass of body odor, perfumes, colognes, and laundry detergent from the crowd of humans. He scanned the horizon of warehouses, depots, and rows upon rows of tanks, jets, and helicopters, everything appearing the size of a child’s play set. He had finally stopped growing, reaching a height he could only assume matched that of a skyscraper, had he ever been at the top of one. The sensation, lacking any vertigo or acrophobia with his clawed feet firmly on the shattered ground, felt as natural as if he had been born to it. “Private? Are you still in there, son?” James pivoted his body to the left, a process no less involved than trying to back out a truck onto a busy city street, and stared down at the source of the sound. A set of loudspeakers, more at home at a rock concert than a navy base, sat on a swivel, pointed upward in his direction. Rows of tanks stood by, and a legion of soldiers were at the ready to step in should the experiment fail and James’ transformation to a monster prove complete. His snake-like tongue coiled within his mouth; both he and the military had assumed that human speech would be impossible in his kaiju form based on the shape of the creatures’ mouths. With that in mind, he had taken a crash course in American Sign Language, wearing thick gloves to plan around his potential lack of dexterity. As the onlookers waited with bated breath, James moved his fingers into a semblance of a fist, moving it up and down. Indicating a firm yes. The crowd cheered and more than one hat was tossed into the air in celebration. James furrowed his brows and scanned the horizon, charting his path from the base to the ocean. Though the transformation had proven a success, they were barely out of the starting gate of this race, and humanity was at stake. He lifted a leg and took his first step in his new body, the pavement cracking beneath his feet. Despite his enhanced senses, it felt like he was moving in a dream, as slow as molasses. As he made each deliberate, ponderous step, he contemplated his odds of success against his foe. By the time he reached the kaiju at sea, he would be in his transformed state for maybe a few hours at the most, while the rampaging monster had had a lifetime with its natural animal instinct. Still, he was a human mind piloting a three hundred foot tall creature, which had to count for something. James grimaced, fighting to keep that human mind calm and collected. His new body’s senses had thrown him off-kilter, as each new color was too bright, each sound in an uncomfortable range, and the mechanical movement of his forked tongue in and out of his mouth picked up greasy, chemical smells that caused his stomach to roil. The swirl of sensations made him want to sprint out of his own body, and his impossibly slow movements felt like a straightjacket. He felt amped up as though he had downed a pair of energy drinks (not an uncommon occurrence) and, oddly, irritable as though he hadn’t been able to have any personal pleasure time in weeks (also not uncommon on a military base, and God help you if someone caught you in the act, or you’d be stuck with a new nickname for life). He did his best to shove those thoughts down; he was a soldier, a new one, yes, but he wasn’t about to fuck this up. And he hoped to God this body wasn’t getting hard with so many eyes on him. He reached the base’s dock and took his first step into the ocean, sending up sprays of water fifty feet high and rocking the ships docked nearby. The coolness of the water against his legs and the fading cacophony of smells from the base worked wonders in calming his mind. He turned to the north and set out on his path, the waters of the bay only reaching partway up his abdomen. His vision was good enough to pick out porpoises riding the waves and schools of fish just below the surface, oblivious to the threats against the human world. The plated armor of his body was so thick that he hardly felt the swirls of currents from his movement. As he walked, his tail floating along the ocean’s surface, he went over a checklist of the tools at his disposal. His claws were razor sharp, and a tentative scratch against his own arm did more to dislodge a rocky scale than any missile had done so far; a nerve sent a jolt of pain up his arm, forcing him to stop. His teeth were no doubt just as lethal. The kaiju he now shared DNA with had spewed ice-blue nuclear breath to raze city skylines. Despite having the carcass and the world’s resources to perform an autopsy, scientists had made no progress on discovering how the creature created such a blast. The novel sensations within James’ body did little to guide him on that front. It felt as though a well of liquid was sloshing within his gut with each step, but seemingly every combination of guttural sounds from his throat did nothing to call it forth. Hours later, as the sun began to dip below the city skyline, James spied his target, a black dot in the horizon moving in the opposite direction. He smelled his opponent before he saw him, an earthy musk mixed with a charcoal scent of flames. James’ pulse quickened and he increased his strides, the anxious sensation returning and seeming to propel him forward without his input. The other kaiju slowed to a stop to witness James’ arrival, its senses of smell and hearing no doubt drawing its attention while James was still far away. He readied himself for a blast of fiery breath, a challenging roar, anything, but the kaiju stood in silence, watching, its swishing tail creating whitecaps in the ocean. As James neared, he marveled at seeing the creature up close for the first time in person. Shaky footage from news helicopters didn’t do it justice. It was a stout creature with barrels for legs, with thick, sinewy muscle supporting its enormous size. Its plated skull gave the appearance of a furrowed brow and striking, serious eyes, like a god surveying its new, conquered realm. Its tail was long and lean, the spikes on its back in jagged patterns. James had never seen something so magnificent, a pinnacle of reptilian evolution. His heart pounded. As dangerous as the creature was, there was something inexplicably alluring that drew him closer. Suddenly, the kaiju’s scales changed colors, shifting in the fading sunlight from black into shades of purples, reds, and blues. James slowed to a halt, a lengthy process, his jaw dropping at the sight. His enhanced eyes took in every new color, even more dazzling than the display TVs in his hometown Wal-Mart. Confused, he urged his body to move, but it remained frozen in place, ignoring his commands. The kaiju slowly approached, a low trilling sound emerging from its throat. The sound paralyzed him further, a warm feeling like dipping into a bath radiating up and down his body. He wracked his brain for any mention of this behavior during his briefing, or from the doorstopper of an informational packet he had certainly read. He was helpless, unable to move, the fight seemingly over before it ever started as the fate of the world hung in the balance. More than one thing hung in the balance. His gaze drifted downwards to a part of the kaiju he had not noticed before, a detail which none of the footage, photographs, or reports had included. Just above the water’s surface right along the kaiju’s lower body, two upright beet-red rods bobbed in the waves, white curved barbs sending ocean spray flying. Two realizations struck James at once. One: the kaiju was male, and very happy to see James. Two: a rush of warm, watery secretions from the groin area of James’ lower body confirmed a detail none of the scientists and researchers seemed to have noticed or deigned to report, which was that James now shared DNA with a female kaiju. [i]Fuck.[/i] James was seemingly split in two, a reeling human mind barely in control against an overwhelming, beastly sensation, worse than anything he had endured during the rollercoaster ride of puberty. Was this why the kaiju were rampaging? Because they were hundreds of miles away from one another and horny as hell? The sensation spreading upward from his nether regions was unlike anything he had felt before, a set of genitals from a sex and a species entirely different from anything he had ever known, aroused and aching for a mate. James’ heart fluttered as the kaiju neared, walking a wide arc around his back. The musky odor neared, collected on James’ tongue and traveling up the scent paths to his brain, where the smell pounded his dopamine receptors like an anvil. None of James’ sexual encounters, solo or paired, had ever produced such a sensation, and the two had yet to touch. James’ tail drifted to the side as if of its own volition, and the kaiju initiated contact. It was not the raking claws or gnashing teeth that James had anticipated, but a gentle press of scales against scales that sent a shiver up his spine. The kaiju, a head taller than James, ran a scaled mouth and searching tongue down the back of James’ head before focusing on the back of his neck, nibbling the scales there. James’ eyelids fluttered and he shifted impatiently in the ocean, the waters nearest his groin so hot the water steamed. The human part of his mind freely and gladly took a backseat to the kaiju instincts, riding those waves of pleasure along with his body. It had been too long since his last fuck, and, god, this felt good. The kaiju clamped down on James’ neck then lifted his body with two strong arms as if he weighed nothing, drawing another shiver. He had never had such an active partner before, something that would be at the top of his list now. The twin phalluses probed the finer scales below James’ tail before finding their destination: the cloaca, a one-stop shop for lizard secretions, the word springing out of the recesses of his memory from health and science class in high school; it was a combination asshole and pussy, the height of comedy to a roomful of teenagers. But goddamn if it didn’t feel like heaven being probed by twin rock-hard rods. The penile barbs brushed against the inside walls of his new anatomy, not at all painfully. They felt more like a backscratcher catching that spot that’s just out of reach, running up the length of his vulval folds. James let out a roar of a yelp from his cavernous throat as the phalluses reached their destination, another fun fact of anatomy that suddenly sprang to mind. Bored out of his mind on base on day, scrolling through his phone, he came across a recent article claiming that some reptiles had organs which were referred to as hemiclitorises, twin nubs of pleasure to complement the hemipenes of the male reptiles. That discovery had warranted a hearty chuckle and immediate conversation opener to likeminded individuals for several days straight. A few fellow soldiers hadn’t known what a clitoris was and had to be re-taught health class, but that was beside the point. Such a funny word, and a silly idea that mindless animals should get that kind of fun. As a brand new owner of such anatomy, having not one but two nubs of pleasure being rubbed at the same time felt like his third eye had opened, that an entirely new sense had been bestowed upon him from heaven itself. His entire body spasmed, his secretions mixing with those of the kaiju to generate a tidal pool of steaming water between them. The kaiju’s barbs locked into place within James’ interior as clean as a glove, as though they were made for one another, a perfect one-to-one fit. The paired penises pulsed against the close-set clitorises, sending disparate, dual waves of pleasure through James’ kaiju form. Whoever said there can be too much of a good thing was a fucking liar. With the barbs locking the pair together, James was swallowed within the kaiju’s embrace, feeling the heady charcoal scent right on the back of his neck, swept up in the kaiju’s strong arms that could tear apart buildings. Despite being connected, the kaiju still managed steady gyrations, with the phalluses seeming to expand and contract in time, tickling the clitorises with each move. The clitorises had become swollen and slick, the distance between James’ and the kaiju’s members growing shorter with each rock of the hips. The brief time in between each contact felt like an eternity, an interruption between the novel pulses of pleasure from pussy to brain, an ache he couldn’t stomach. He thrust himself back against the kaiju as much as the barbs allowed, straining for that contact. The gyrations between them increased in timing and intensity, warranting more beastly vocalizations from James’ gullet. His cloaca grew slicker, hotter, the hemiclitorises more engorged with each passing second. He whimpered, as much as a three hundred foot tall body could, ascending to heights of pleasure he had never felt before. The kaiju grunted in time with its thrusts, gripping James’ scales ever tighter, the touch somehow finer and more secure than the softest blanket. James’ enhanced vision grew hazy as the ascending aches seemed to reach a precipice, their contact reaching a breakneck pace. James let loose an icy-blue blast of nuclear breath into the sky, purely involuntary, as a dual orgasm from the hemiclitorises wracked his body. Words couldn’t do it justice, and he had no frame of reference. If sex as a man was a perfectly adequate used sedan, this was an octane-infused muscle car breaching the sound barrier. The human body was made of so many pairs: arms, legs, hands, eyes, ears, a specimen of mirrored magnificence. A double orgasm was the missing link denied, the final pairing. It was [i]perfect[/i], a word hitherto overused to have lost all meaning, in James’ eyes. The kaiju roared right next to James’ ear holes, the sound thankfully muted in his bliss. A rush of hot viscosity flooded his insides, twisting and turning down the new paths of his anatomy. The kaiju panted, leaning on James, spent, the barbs unhooking from his flesh. James turned around, hazy and unsteady on his feet, to face his mate. He stared upward at the magnificent creature, a god walking amongst mortal men. A knowing look passed between them; James’ human mind was too blissed-out to pay attention or care, while his kaiju form could only press closer to the creature, nuzzling against its chest as though nothing else in the world mattered. *** James lounged on his side, his tail looking like a jagged mountain range forming a protective barrier around a nest of leathery red eggs. A smile came easily. When the sun shone in a certain direction each day, he could glimpse for just a few seconds the tiny kaiju within the thin membranes coiled in a fetal position, safe and secure. While popping out the little gremlins was a painful, unique sensation he would rather not endure again, he felt a swell of pride greater than any he had known before, a connection to a reptilian chain of life extending back even further than humanity. He was going to be a mother, his pulse quickening with anticipation. Mere months ago, a [i]lifetime[/i] ago, the thought would have either been a joke or sent him into a spiral, but now it felt as natural as breathing. The human part of his brain, which sounded quieter with each passing day, might have gotten hung up on applying the word ‘mother’ to himself, but his body felt so good and so natural that trying to argue with those feelings was a waste of time. Thunderous footsteps echoed throughout the jungle, sending the lesser creatures scurrying and flying away. The kaiju stepped into the clearing, bearing a mouthful of charred pterodactyl and an armful of exotic fruits, which he deposited within James’ reach. The kaiju had stepped up as an expectant father, catering to James’ every need during the incubation process, nutritionally and carnally. Great guy once you got to know him. The human part of James’ brain couldn’t begin to pronounce his name, but the kaiju part uttered it often in high-pitched, throaty ululations. After their first encounter, the kaiju had led James to a remote tropical island in the middle of the ocean, where it was inhabited by all manner of prehistoric flora and fauna. Seeing dinosaurs was fucking awesome any way you sliced it, and they tasted damn good to boot. All told, life as a kaiju was pretty great. Constant lovemaking kept the kaiju never farther than a stone’s throw from James, so his mission was accomplished and he was an American hero as far as he was concerned. The kaiju wasn’t tearing up any coastlines anymore, right? Still, a dozen more kaiju-to-be were just waiting to enter the world. James would have to raise them right and keep them away from human settlements as well. He bit into the tasty, charred pterodactyl wing, finer than any chicken wing served on base, following it with the sweet sugary taste of a rainbow-colored fruit that existed nowhere else in the world. Perhaps another clutch of eggs would keep the kaiju on the island, enamored of being a father. It was only James’ duty as an American hero, after all.