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[b][u][center]Military Minionization

for Leviathan White Dragon

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Yeah, yeah, just bring the shipment in here.”

Thomas waved at the forklift driver, shaking his head at the big, sealed package that was on the twin arms. It was pretty unusual that the government shipped such huge things to the base, particularly when they were labeled as uniforms and body-armor. More unusual, though, was the fact that the package was sealed so tightly.

He guided the driver back into the main storage room, helping him get the crate lined up properly before stepping out of the way. The driver drove the forklift back to the edge of the warehouse, and then got ready to leave. Thomas grabbed him by the arm at the last second.

“Hey, do you know what’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?”

“The uniforms. Shouldn’t they -”

“Kid, I just do what the papers tell me. And the papers said ‘Lots of security, lots of locks’. So, it’s all locked up.”

“Did it say why?”

“Something about high tech crap. Didn’t pay much attention.”

“You gotta be -”

Thomas bit off his response as the higher ranking - yet still annoyingly inattentive - soldier left the room. He started to do the same, then turned to look back at the crate.

[i]High tech, but locked off and put away? That just doesn’t add up…[/i]

Despite orders, he turned around, walking back to the crate. Nobody else was around, and the duty roster kept most people out of the warehouse unless there was a delivery going on. He knew the people on duty for this were likely shirking - nobody ever wanted to be stuck here during the day - so Thomas had a pretty good feeling about being alone.

The crate was sealed tight, though. It had to be locked in at least three different ways. One, at least, was something he could unlock with the base keys, so there was that. Someone wanted it accessible on base, even if security was through the roof.

The other two, however…

After breaking two lockpicks on them, the young man went to the edge of the room and came back with a fireman’s axe. Locks or not, they didn’t last long under a barrage from that, and soon the pieces hit the floor. The metal crate, however, was mostly untouched save for a few scuff marks in the side of it.

“Now let’s see what the hell they sent us…”

As soon as he flipped open the lid, he had to admit that he was a little disappointed. Thomas had expected something like power armor for all that security, but instead, it barely looked like wetsuits. Set up in folded piles, they shimmered under the warehouse lights, and they looked almost like liquid as he turned his head from side to side. When he poked one, it gave almost like a bowl of jello, and he shook his head.

“What the hell are these? Some sorta fetish wear?”

He picked one up, holding it in front of him. It was little more than a latex bodysuit, as far as he could tell. It seemed to reach from neck to toes, in terms of construction, but no zipper and no buttons. He turned it this way and that, and while he could see a few bits of metal - probably electronics or body armor in the latex - it still didn’t look like anything they could use.

Feeling more than a little annoyed - and like he’d wasted his time - Thomas threw the suit away. Or, at the very least, he tried to.

The suit clung to his right hand, swinging back and forth from it. Thomas stared at it, his jaw dropping as he saw it fuse with his fingers. The latex slowly swung forward, sliding down his hand as if it was a glove being slid on. As it touched his uniform, it started burning away, even as it touched the skin below. He saw it being fused together, and he found his voice.

“Shit...shit fuck fuck fuck! Help! Hel-mmph!”

The suit leaped at him, knocking him to the ground and covering his mouth with the upper neck. Spreading further and further, the latex quickly devoured his uniform entirely, and he could feel every inch of the smooth, living suit pressing down on him, running down his chest, over his waist, down his crotch. It was like being covered in a smooth slime, almost, except that it was harder and firmer. And he couldn’t say or do nothing to stop it; the latex covered his mouth, and it was far stronger than him.

As it covered him, flowing over him like a suit, it ran up the back of his head, like a hood combined with a helmet. It covered his ears, and several pieces of it ran over his eyes, giving him something like goggles. They were hard to see through, but he could just make out the room in front of him.

The latex soon covered him completely, leaving only a little bit of his face free. Thomas tried to move his arm, and when he found he could, yanked himself to his feet. He ran his hands over himself, trying to find some way to pull at the latex, and immediately stopped when it pulled at his skin as well.

[i]This is...insane. No way we have this kind of tech.[/i]

He jumped as a sudden voice filled his ears, realizing it was coming from the suit. At the same time, his goggles crackled and a video feed began to come in.

“Test...come...trying...suit five…”

Shaking his head, Thomas applied the universal fix-it employed by non-mechanics everywhere. A smack to the goggles, and an image came through clearly, showing what looked like another person in these suits.

“Welcome to the Supersoldier Latex Ultra Test, or S.L.U.T. You have been selected to test out the prototype of the most advanced protective garments in the history of mankind. You should feel honored, proud, and even aroused at the chance to do this.”

[i]Who the fuck wrote the script for this?[/i] Thomas shook his head, trying to pull at the goggles. Again, he stopped almost immediately, as it felt like they were going to pull his eyes free if he pulled too hard.

“While going through S.L.U.T., you will have access to a tremendously powerful set of armor. This suit can monitor all your vitals, ensure that you will constantly remain clean, and ensure that all your needs are met at all times. These include nutrition, hydration, elimination -”

[i]Wait, what?[/i]

Thomas gasped as he suddenly felt a plug slip between his ass cheeks, something hollow forcing his ass open. He almost collapsed, sliding against a wall of crates in shock, and it didn’t get better as he felt something slip around his cock, too, squeezing and sucking on it lightly. Thomas groaned, shaking his head.

“- and pleasure.”

[i]I’m not getting sucked off by some mechanical suit. Get me out of this! Get me -[/i]

This time, he did collapse, falling onto all fours as he felt his suit squeeze down on him. The plug in his ass started vibrating, feeling like it was going to shake him loose, and the thing around his cock felt like it was sucking him dry. It got hard in seconds, and he felt the tube around him squeezing, sucking, milking him for more.

The noise crackled in his ears, a burst of static that left him groaning before stabilizing again.

“Of course, the S.L.U.T. has to be built around the individual performing it. So, please stand by as we ensure that your body is suitable for the S.L.U.T., and please stand by as certain adjustments are made.”

Once more, Thomas was wracked with pleasure as that thing around his cock swallowed him more, pulling his cock deeper into it. Looking down himself, he could just barely see through the display in the goggles that he didn’t even make a bulge in the outfit. Instead, his cock hug free, as if it was standing outside, as if he was nude. And…

And as he stared at it, it got bigger. Completely rigid, completely erect, and at the same time it was growing. Ridges popped along the side, looking like something inhuman, and his balls swelled between his legs. And yet...somehow...the voice made it make sense.

“S.L.U.T. involves great tests of endurance, and you will need to compete in teams to ensure that the testing is done efficiently. If you are the first of the S.L.U.T. participants, you will need to spread this out to ensure an accurate test. Please, enjoy the feeling of the S.L.U.T., and participate to the best of your ability. This is your duty to your country.”

Duty...to his country…

That was the first thing that made any sense, and Thomas desperately latched onto it, needing something to keep him from going completely insane. He looked down at himself as his body continued to change, legs growing thicker and longer, slowly stretching the latex as it went further and further down. His feet seemed to push further away from him, and his toes - something he saw were visible - changed enormously.

Yes, growing bigger and thicker, and his feet did the same, stretching up and out, getting bigger. The tips of his toes grew claws, and he felt a bulge in the back of his suit. He rolled over -

[i]Ugh…[/i]

With a sickening feeling of release, he looked over his shoulder as a tail wiggled free, coated in latex the same as everything else. He shook his head, opening his mouth -

“Duty to your country.”

[i]Duty to my country…[/i]

He went quiet again, panting softly at the plug in his ass and the constant milking on his cock. Panting heavily, he bucked against the milker even as his wings started to come in, emerging from the back of the latex suit almost like a monster’s limbs emerging from a slimy swamp. He panted, shaking his head as he looked around.

“Your duty…”

[i]My duty…[/i]

“Is to be powerful…”

[i]Is to be powerful…[/i]

“And sexy…”

[i]And sexy…[/i]

His arms stretched out in front of him, growing longer and more powerful, bulging with muscle. He groaned as his fingers were tipped with claws in the same way that his feet had been, and he barely fought it as his body lifted up on its own. The figure in the glasses changed; no longer a human, but another dragon. One that was a white dragon, and dripping with his own latex. It looked...so powerful, so amazing, so strong…

“Your duty...is to obey your master. Levi.”

[i]Obey my master. Levi.[/i]

“Good. Now, spread, drone. Spread this to everyone.”

What had been Thomas grinned, his goggles glowing red as he started gathering more and more of the suits. He knew just where to take this, and just who to start on. And maybe, if he converted enough, Master Levi would let him cum.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]