Wolf Brothers 7: Beasts Unleashed
by werewolf_muscle
“Have we found them yet?”
“No sir.”
“Well keep looking. We can't let them escape.”
General Medrano walked away from the extraction team. Somewhere in the wilderness were two men, sailors in the navy, infected by werewolves. He had to get them before they spread it. And they had to kept alive. He couldn't do much with the dead specimens back at base. He needed to know how this power worked. They wouldn't get far. He would make sure of it.
Deep in the woods, on a dirt trail, Eddie and Matt were filling up the van with gas from a container in the back. They had no idea where they were or where they were going.
“This should get us another dozen miles or so.” Eddie said.
“What happens when that's gone?” Matt quipped.
“We start walking.” Eddie replied.
“No.” Matt looked up at the sky. “What happens when we're not somewhere safe?”
Eddie emptied the last of the gas into the van. “I guess we just keep doing what we've been doing. Hope that we're not near anybody.”
Matt got back in the van. Eddie put the container back in the car and got back inside. They continued driving for a couple minutes before Matt let out a gasp.
“There!” He exclaimed. “The sign!”
Eddie stopped. Over on the right of the trail there was a sign for a town called “Solace”. The two of them looked at each other. Matt broke the silence.
“Maybe they have a gas station. And we can find out exactly where we are. Maybe even...stay there...if it's safe.”
“We'll find out about the first two.” Eddie said. “It can't be that big of a place. And don't forget we've got the military hunting us. If we can find this place randomly driving around then I'm sure anyone with a GPS and some gas could too.”
Eddie started the van up. It would be dark within a couple hours. Eddie floored it towards the town, not having a moment to waste.
“Hey, Matt.”
“Yeah?”
“I just wanted to apologize again. I didn't want to harm anybody. Those two guys I picked up...I didn't know what they were. They tried not to hurt me, but they couldn't help it. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have to make anyone pay for my mistakes. I just...”
“Don't feel bad.” Matt cut him off. “You didn't do anything on purpose. Hell, before this, I was just a skinny new recruit in the navy, stationed on a the shore of a Canadian lake. Now look at me. Besides, It would probably suck to do this alone.”
“I guess you're right.”
Far away, on the military base, General Medrano walked into the lab. The two bodies were still there, being preserved in separate chambers.
“Is reanimation possible?” He asked the technician.
“Possible, but highly unlikely, sir.” He grimly replied.
“Dammit. We have to figure out the process soon. I can't have an army without knowing the full effects.”
“Well sir.” The technician spoke up. “We have been able to isolate certain aspects of their DNA. With just a little more time, we should be able to transform them into 4 legged creatures, rather than bipedal ones. We're also making progress on the actual transformation genes. Hopefully, we'll eventually be able to make anyone transform into more than just werewolves.”
“What do you mean?”
“We might be able to isolate the muscle, hair, and other tissue growth genes individually. With that we can make a serum that could transform a man into anything. We could make him more muscular, hairier, fatter. Hell, if we completely figure out the ones that affect the brain's transformation, we could change his thoughts, instead of just keeping them human.”
“I'll set up another team to work on that. You just worry about reanimating those two.”
“Yes sir.”
Medrano made his way down to the holding area. He had a room full of men about to undergo the process. Understanding it was the key to mass production. And know, with this new knowledge from the technician...Medrano smiled as walked into the room.
“Private Whitaker!”
The beast in the room stood at attention and saluted.
“Transform back into human form, soldier, we have guests.”
Whitaker nodded. His face twitched. The bones underneath were cracking as they shrank. His snout was going back into his head. His ears became rounder and smaller. The yellow eyes turned back into brown. Whitaker grabbed his chest with his paws. It make loud cracks from the ribs shifting inward. The same thing was happening to his tail. He let a groan as his back muscles shrank, along with shoulders. His arms moved closer to the sides of his body. Another cry escaped his mouth while his torso shortened. His muscles had shank a little, but he was still huge. Whitaker lost his balance. His legs had bent back, painfully. He collapsed onto his hands and knees as they shrank and reformed into human hands and feet. It was almost over. Whitaker stood back up and felt his fur recede back into skin, leaving behind regular body hair, that slowly turned from gray to brown.
Medrano handed him a uniform. “Get dressed Soldier. Then follow me.”
“Yes sir.” The two men headed down the room where the rest of the men were waiting.
The group of solders sat silently. There were 12 men from the army, navy, and marines waiting for their assignment. Each one had been hand selected by General Medrano for this completely top secret mission. Each man knew nothing about why he was here or why he was chosen for this. All of them were extremely young, having only served a few years. Each one filled their uniforms with thick muscle. Their hard faces were blank and still, only moving to check out their fellow men in uniform. They were sizing each other up, noting how how they could barely fit into their uniforms. Noticing how tight they wrapped the muscles underneath.
General Medrano entered the room with another man. He waited by the door while Medrano spoke.
“Attention!” The men perked up. “You all have been chosen to be a part of highly top secret program. This is not a mission. This is a permanent contract to give yourself to your country. Do you all understand?”
“SIR YES SIR!” Their faces tensed up with anxiety. What exactly were they getting themselves into?
“You will each undergo permanent physical alterations. Each one of you will become a highly experimental combat weapon.” Another man entered the room. It was an army soldier. His uniform was skintight against his muscles. You could see the seams straining against his skin. He had to be almost 7 feet tall and weigh at least 300 pounds. It looked like there was no fat on his body at all. The men looked at this man in awe, admiring his huge form. Whatever this program was, they wanted in.
“This, gentlemen, is Private Whitaker. He is what you'll become. But that's not all. There is something else.” General Medrano nodded to Whitaker. He nodded back and started to disrobe, leaving only his underwear on. His body had a perfect physique. Each muscle was formed in vivid detail. There was clearly no excess fat. He appeared to be made only of muscle. His chest and abs were coated in light brown hair. The other men looked on in curiosity as Medrano continued.
“Earlier this month we found two male bodies in the woods. They had been shot to death. But these were no ordinary men. Believe it or not, they were much bigger than our friend here. But there was something else. Something...different....”
Private Whitaker took a deep breath. He started to shake and tremble. His breathing turned into grunting. The light brown hair started to turn gray. It spread and thickened on his body. The other soldiers looked on, amazed. Whitaker flexed his throbbing, hairy muscles. Blood dripped from his clenched fists. He opened them up to reveal the claws growing under his nails. The other men looked down and saw the same thing happening to his toes. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. This man was transforming right in front of their eyes.
Whitaker cried out. His feet broke. The toes and ball of his feet stayed on the ground while rest of it bent upward. He wobbled a bit as they lengthened, dragging his pinkie toes down the sides. The four toes that were left in front became paws. Whitaker's screams of pain were constant. Even after going back and forth for a while, the pain was still unbearable sometimes. The soldiers watched in horror as this man transformed into a beast before them.
The transforming Whitaker cried and whimpered while his hands broke and reformed. He finally regained his balance when his leg muscles grew and expanded. He growled and flexed as the same thing happened to his arms. General Medrano looked on at his creation's transformation. He was pleased with the results so far. He couldn't wait to duplicate the results. The soldiers were horrified. This process was unbearable to watch. They didn't even want to think about going through it themselves. But they had no choice. They had seen to much. And, could it be...was he enjoying this pain? It kind of looked like he was. Besides, they all were daydreaming about his body when he first came in.
Another cry of pain brought them back to the transformation. Now his shoulders were spreading farther apart. They could hear the groaning sounds his bones were making. Another wave of creaking came when his lats and traps grew, popping outward, making his frame even bigger. Whitaker flexed his newly formed muscles for the men. Each one in awe at the creature he was becoming.
Suddenly Whitaker roared. He grabbed his chest with his new paws. It was heaving up and down, almost on its own. Whitaker bent backwards and threw his arms down to his sides. His ribs jolted forward with a loud crack. He roared again, breathing heavily. Once again they popped with another huge cracking sound. Whitaker let out another roar as his chest barreled out. His thick, meaty pecs stretched to cover the distance, making him cry out in pain.
It hurt so much. The pain was almost unbearable. Yet a tiny part of him liked it. Each time, the pain slowly became pleasure. It was starting to feel good. His back pushed in the opposite direction. He could feel the muscles ripping under the skin and they sifted, becoming larger and stronger.
The other men seemed to be going through the same process. Their horror was once again becoming curiosity and excitement. He couldn't wait to see them go through the transformation.
The thought made him rock hard. He looked down at his growing cock. His balls were growing as well. He could feel them drop lower as their weight increased. The testosterone was surging through his body now. He tore off his underwear with his claws to show the men his gigantic unit. They stared in shock at it's immense size. Whitaker smiled and flexed some more.
His tail was about to grow. He could feel the pressure building. He turned around to show them the small bump at the base of his back. He let out a grunt as the bump grew. More vertebrae were forming in his spine. The nerves joined his brain and he gave his new tail a wag.
It was almost finished. The men looked on, eagerly awaiting the end result. Whitaker roared again as the bones in his face broke and shifted. His jaw slowly pushed forward, making his nose follow. Blood dripped heavily from his mouth as fangs ripped through his gums, pushing out his teeth. He growled while his face became a snout. His ears became long and pointed and his eyes turned yellow. Whitaker let out a final roar as his transformation finished.
The other soldiers looked Whitaker in shock. Only minutes before he had been a man. Now he stood before them a monstrous creature. They held back their conflicting emotions as General Medrana stepped forward.
“Each of you will proceed to the medical bay to get inoculated with the serum. Then you able to become like Private Whitaker here. Afterwords you will be taken to a special camp for your training. This is a direct order. Any disobedience will not be tolerated. Is that understood?”
“SIR YES SIR!”
Deep in the government base, the 12 men stood, waiting to get injected with the serum that would transform them into the ultimate killing machine. Whitaker stood with them in human form. He would transform with the others. They made him shift whenever possible. It supposed to get faster and easier the more he did it. Some theory that was. Still hurt like unholy hell.
Everyone was nervous of what was to come. But they didn't have a choice. They were chosen for this, and you did what you were told. Especially if it was from General Medrano. He was watching all of this through an observation window. Each of them stood next to a scientist taking their measurements and vitals. They all produced a syringe full of the serum. The men winced as they anticipated the pain of transforming. Watching that man go through it was horrifying, yet entrancing.
The needles pricked their skin. They were being injected into the jugular to ensure prompt results. It was definitely prompt. Medrano smiled from the window as the men began to breath heavily. They looked anxiously at each other, waiting for the change to start. Medrano's voice came through on the intercom.
“Word of advice gentlemen. From me and Whitaker. Let it happen. It will be easier that way.”
Whitaker could tell who took his advice. The ones who did started to grow hair while the ones who fought squirmed and screamed in pain. Whitaker himself had hair spreading on his body. He groaned when the pressure started forming in his hands and feet. The men however, screamed in agony. An orchestra of breaking bones filled the room. Everyone's hands and feet lengthened. The men fell on their knees while their feet and legs reformed.
Whitaker remained standing while his leg muscles pulsed and swelled. He looked back at Medrano. He had a look of contentment on his face. The other men however, were still crying out in pain. Most of them were accepting the change, but some were still fighting. There was nothing he could do. They would accept eventually. Their bodies would soon release the pain killing and pleasure giving hormones to deal with the process.
The soldiers voices become hoarser and deeper. Yells and screams turned into roars and growls. Their cocks throbbed as they grew longer and thicker. Their balls swelled up and dropped lower. New hormones flooded their bodies. The men looked at their new cocks with amazement. The hormones were starting to work. The transformation was starting to feel good. The pain felt good. They each flexed their changing bodies. Their muscles pulsed and quivered, growing bigger, becoming stronger and denser. All of their shoulders were moving apart, becoming wider, expanding their frames.
Their vertebrae shifted under their skin. The men squirmed while their backs became thicker and meatier. Their traps were huge, forming a gigantic bulge on their backs. Whitaker could feel the same thing happening to him. He could also feel the pressure in his lower back. Soon more vertebrae would form and lengthen his spine, forming his tail. He looked at the other men. Small bumps were appearing above their asses. The bumps turned to bulges. Whitaker's spine, along with the rest of the soldiers, made loud popping noises as tails sprouted out of their bodies. Whitaker could feel it becoming a part of him. The other men growled, whipping their new body part around, amazed at the sight and feel.
Everyone started losing interest in their new tails. Now they were focused on their heaving chests. Whitaker could see the pain on their faces. Some held their paws of to their chest, others collapsed on their knees. Whitaker remained standing. He looked down at his pulsing muscles. They slowly lurched forward, his ribs pushing out. He couldn't hear his screams over the other men. Some had their chests steadily pop out, others went slowly, some had theirs quickly barrel out, stretching their pecs to their limit. The cries of pain were almost unbearable as the pain itself.
It wasn't over yet. The men who managed to stay standing lost and their balance and finally fell, Whitaker included. It was their stomachs. They were growing longer, pulling their abs. Everyone was growing taller. And thicker.
It was almost over. Medrano looked at his creations. Once they got used to the pain of transformation, they could handle anything. It wouldn't be long before had a whole army of werewolves at his disposal. He smiled at the thought, before leaving the room. He had to make sure the lab would be ready to conduct the tests.
Back in the room, blood started to leak of the soldier's mouth. Their teeth were being pushed out by fangs. Their cheekbones broke, along with their noses. They started to reform, moving under the skin. Their fangs were now moving past the gradually forming snout. Their eyes turned yellow. Ears became pointed. Everyone gave one last cry of pain as the transformation finished.
Whitaker looked at the other wolves in the room. They slowly stood up and looked at each other. The soldiers tentatively touched their new bodies, making sure they were real. The door opened and a scientist entered the room.
“General Medrano has ordered all of you to follow me to the lab for follow up testing.” He said, before turning toward the exit. The solders followed him, eager to see what their new bodies could do.