Military Service - Swimsuit TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerMilitary Service - Swimsuit TFThe scorching Florida sun beats down on Fort Lauderdale as a bus full of new recruits pulls up to the army base. The doors hiss open. "Alright, maggots! Get your sorry asses off m…
The scorching Florida sun beats down on Fort Lauderdale as a bus full of new recruits pulls up to the army base. The doors hiss open. "Alright, maggots! Get your sorry asses off my bus! Move it, move it, move it!" barks Drill Sergeant Steele. Axel Thorne, a lanky 22 year old with shaggy brown hair and freckles, stumbles down the steps. He's eager to prove himself despite his physical limitations. Sergeant Steele stops in front of Axel. "What's your name, noodle boy?" "A-Axel Thorne, sir!" Axel stammers. "Axel? I'm gonna call you Axe. You probably smell like that cheap deodorant anyway!" Steele mocks as others chuckled. Axel fails spectacularly at the fitness test. Later, he called the commander's office and told him about an "alternative program." The following day, in the morning, Axel arrives at Hangar 7. A logistics officer leads him to a strange machine. "Stand on this thing. It's new tech, fresh from research. It'll reshape you into something more useful," the officer explains. "Reshape?" Axel asks nervously. "Step onto the platform," the officer instructs. Straps secure Axel's limbs. The machine hums to life with a loud hum. Axel feels a strange sensation starting at his toes, like the most intense massage he's ever experienced. "What's happening to me?" he cries out. "You're becoming rubber, Private. More flexible, more useful for America," the officer replies coldly. Axel watches in amazement and horror as his feet melt into black rubber. The transformation crawls up his legs. His bones seem to soften, muscles stretch and lose definition. Every inch of his body tingles with an almost electrical sensation. Axel's torso flattens and widens. His arms stretch, fingers melding together. His face distorts, smoothing out his features. "I can't... I can't..." Axel's last words are cut off as his mouth disappears into a flat surface, and the same happens to the rest of his head. A large piece of black rubber stood there where Axel stood. The platform spun, molding him into four identical tires. The officer attaches QR code platforms to each tire's inner rim. "These will let us track and eventually revert you, Private. Your service begins now." For months, Axel's consciousness has experienced life as a tire. He felt every bum and splash of mud. It was sickening, and it was even worse than the training. The QR code on his inner rim slowly wears away from dirt, mud, and friction. One day, Axel's tire form is punctured by something on the road. The soldier came out, replaced him with a new tire, and tossed it in the back of the vehicle. Days later, in darkness, Axel finds himself moved into a recycling plant. The process begins with sorting and cleaning, cutting where he is cut into smaller chunks. One of the chunks still was him, the other just gone. He's then fed into a shredding machine. Axel's awareness becomes fuzzy as his rubber form is broken into small pieces. He experiences a sense of disorientation as he's sorted and mixed with other recycled rubber materials. Next, he's transported to another factory specializing in swimwear production. Here, he's blended with new rubber and synthetic materials. Axel feels himself being stretched, compressed, and molded. Heat sears through him as he's vulcanized into his new form. When awareness fully returns, Axel realizes he's now a sleek, black slingshot swimsuit. His consciousness somehow spreads throughout the new rubber mixture as if it was his body. Weeks pass as Axel hangs in a Brazilian beach shop where he doesn't understand anything or anyone. On one sunny day, a young, hot Latina woman buys him. As she slips him on in the changing room, Axel feels the warmth of human skin against his fabric. He's conflicted about his fate but can't deny the strange pleasure of his new form. The woman's curves press against him, and he can feel every contour of her body. Her nipples harden slightly as the cool fabric touches them, and Axel experiences a new kind of sensation he never thought possible. On the beach, Axel experiences the sun's heat, the sea breeze, and the sand. The woman's movements cause him to shift and stretch, clinging to her body. When she dives into the ocean, Axel feels the rush of cool water. He clings to her body as she swims, moving with every stroke, feeling the flex of her muscles and the rhythm of her breathing.As the woman lounges on the beach, Axel feels the warmth of the sun seeping into his fabric. She talks with a handsome man, and Axel senses her body temperature rising slightly. He feels a little hot in her lower region too, and the sensation is both strange and oddly exciting. At the end of the day, the woman hangs Axel up to dry in her apartment house. As he dangles, he thinks about his new existence and realizes it's not all bad. Being worn by a hot Latina and experiencing the beach is preferable to working to death in military service. As the sea breeze gently sways him, Axel looks forward to the next beach day, wondering what new sens
