Duty

 


The barracks yard was alive with the sharp crack of boots on gravel and the barked commands of drill sergeants. Captain Elias Carmel stood at the edge of the formation, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the fresh batch of privates line up like scared rabbits. Beside him was Captain Harlan Rook, a grizzled veteran with a voice like thunder and a reputation for breaking recruits harder than anyone else. Both men had been friends for years, Elias was only visiting the barracks as he was passing through but couldn’t help looking at the new recruits.


"Look at these sorry sacks," Captain Carmel muttered, eyeing the trembling newbies.


“The worst bunch yet I reckon, at least there is one or two with some muscle on them.” Harlan responded looking at the huge 6 '6 private in the centre.


“I know you will give them hell and whip them into shape Harlan. You are legendary for your hazing and getting any recruit ready” Elias smiled before giving a great big sigh and looking at his watch.


“Everything alright Elias?” Harlan said, noticing his friends' change in tone.


“Look’s like I already have to leave, I have to get to the finance and supply meeting.” Elias sighed as he started walking with his friend beside him. “Then another meeting with maintenance, followed by an inventory meeting, then I have several reports and endless paperwork to complete.” Elias said crestfallen as he got closer to his car, he then paused and looked at the line of privates waiting restlessly for Harlan to address them. “You know sometimes I wish I could go back to being a private again, just a rifle, a ruck, and my friends” Elias said but as the final words exited his mouth a burst of green mist erupted in front of him covering himself and Harlan leaving them coughing and spluttering while a faint devilish chuckle of the Trickster echoed out.


When the smoke cleared Elias looked to his friend to see if he was alright, but Harlan stood tall and steadfast as if nothing had happened and instead of a look of concern in his face there was only derision and disgust.

Elias was about to speak when his friend turned slowly, his eyes narrowing into slits before barking at the top of his lungs "Why aren't you in line, private? Are you not listening, you dumb piece of shit?"


Elias blinked, confused he tried to respond "What are you talking about Harl-"


Elias was quickly interrupted and shouted over as Captain Rook puffed out his chest his words laced with increasing anger "The first thing you have to know is you do everything I say maggot! Now back in line, private!"


Elias tried to respond with his own anger, this was past joking and incredibly disrespectful to do. How dare his old friends try to humiliate him in front of the new recruits, Elias was about to bellow his own response but something shifted in his mind, a compulsion he couldn't shake. Elias had been given an order and he could not disobey, his words caught in his throat and he felt his body sink a little as his confidence vanished. Panic and fear started to creep in as his voice refused to leave his throat and these feelings quickly overwhelmed him as Elias found his body moving on its own. Elias whimpered as his body awkwardly raced over to the end of the line of privates. Elias tried to move and speak but the words died in his throat and his body was frozen in place like the obedient privates beside him.


Elias was terrified as his friend Captain Rook strode down the line and then back again before stopping in front of him with a predatory grin. The other privates shifted uncomfortably, sensing the tension.


"Look at this one," Rook boomed, jabbing a finger at Elias's chest. Elias winced and sweat started to appear on his brow as his body refused to move or speak, he wouldn’t have allowed his friend to treat him this way, why was he letting this happen? Why couldn’t he move? Why couldn’t he speak? Why couldn’t he disobey?


Captain Rook seemed somehow larger and more intimidating as he stood in front of him and sneered “How could they let someone like you in? Thin as a rail and short as a stump. You can’t be bigger than 5'1" and what 120 pounds soaking wet? You're the sorriest excuse for a private I've ever seen.”


Elias had no idea what his old friend was doing or why he was saying it, Elias was almost the same height and was at least 200 pounds of muscle, was this some kind of game for the new recruits? However, as Elias stared into Captain Rook’s piercing eyes he felt something in him change, his stomach curdled and his vision blurred slightly and when it cleared Elias found himself now looking up at the Captain! Elias then felt his bones snap as his body started to shrink and compress as Elias lost inch after inch of height. Elias wanted to scream for help but instead his eyes were locked with Captain Rook as shrunk smaller and smaller. Elias whimpered as he felt his uniform grow bigger on his diminishing frame as his muscles dissolved and his limbs and torso shortened. Elias felt his strength leave him as the years of being a soldier and building muscle all evaporated in seconds. His chest shrunken and his shoulder narrowed making him look more weedy and pathetic, his legs thinned leaving his knobbly knees knocking together. While Captain Rook grew larger and more imposing, Elias was left craning his neck as he fell below five and half feet. Elias wanted to do anything but stand and stare at his fellow Captain but he was paralysed and helpless and the private beside now also towered over him, in fact everyone on the barracks now would as he stopped shrinking at a lowly 5 feet, his head barely at chest level with Captain Rook. Elias could feel his captain uniform slipping from his shoulders as he lost any remaining muscle and gained a small ring chub in his midsection as the 115 pound man stood almost shaking surrounded by but seemed like giant burly men. Elias wanted to do so much but all his pathetic body was able to do now was squeak under Captain Rook’s gaze. Yet, His former friend didn’t appear to be finished with his humiliation as he bellowed again, this time it seemed much louder and more frightening to the now compressed Captain Elias Carmel.


“You have to be fucking kidding me with these things!” Rook hollowed as he bent over slightly and flicked one of Elias’s ears hard. “Ears like fucking satellite dishes!” Captain Rook almost laughed as stood up tall again before looking down the line and pointing. “YOU, Private! Get over here!" Captain Rook shouted as he looked at the 6 ‘6 private they had both admired just moments ago. The massive private quickly lumbered over, he was not only tall but built like a tank. The young muscular black man stood to attention, his huge biceps visible through his uniform. At his now tiny size Elias could barely see over the private’s pecs to see the giant man's stern handsome face. Elias was just as confused as the private, what was Captain Rook doing and what did he mean satellite ears? Elias’s ears were no different to anyone else's; perhaps they were too small like the rest of him now but certainly not big.


“What’s your name private?” Captain Rook barked.


“Johnson Sir, Private Marcus Johnson sir!” The private’s voice was just as loud and commanding as Rook's, making Elias just as afraid.


“Now this is what I expect from a soldier, tall, imposing, strong! Someone that is going to strike fear in the hearts of our enemies." Captain Rook said looking at his prized private before then turning back to Elias and smiling cruelly. “We need to keep private Johnson here strong don’t we?” Captain Rook then nodded at Private Johnson "Pick this runt up by his ears. Let's see if they hold."


Elia’s eyes flashed with fear and immediately he tried to escape and speak again but it was futile, his body remained frozen and only his expression of fear could be seen as he looked at the massive muscular man that was supposedly his peer. Johnson hesitated for a split second, but an order was an order. He grabbed Elias's small ears and hoisted him off the ground like a ragdoll. Elias yelped, pain shooting through his head as he was lifted from the ground and then lowered and then raised like a barbell. Johnson grunted as Elias squealed in pain as he was used like a weight to build Johnson's muscles. Elias wanted to cry as his ears were yanked around but then he felt something strange. His ears started to stretch under the strain. Elias whimpered in humiliation and agony as with each lift his ears were pulled larger and wider. When Johnson finally set him down, they flopped out massively, red and swollen, spread wide as if he was Dumbo! Elias desperately wanted to move his hands and to touch his new large ears, he wanted to scream at his former friend to stop and to get help but his body refused. Instead he remained in line, tears in his eyes, waiting.


Captain Rook grinned "Johnson, you listen up! You need to keep yourself strong. Every morning, do ten reps with this sorry excuse for a private. Lift him high, got it?"


"Yes, sir," Johnson rumbled, already eyeing Elias with a mix of pity and amusement before standing next to him in the line, making the size comparison even more obvious and humiliating. Elias was just a thing for Johnson to use now, not a comrade but a tool.

Elias couldn’t allow this to happen, this wasn’t right, this wasn’t how things were supposed to be! He was a captain, he demanded respect because he had worked for it! Elias once again tried to argue back, his mind reeling. A wave of emotions bubbled in Elias, as he fought against the unseen force that was controlling him, this was not his life he was not this short stump of a man, he was not some twig to be pushed around and he certainly wasn’t some object used for humiliation and strength training! With all his might Elias forced his body to speak and with a slightly higher pitched voice than expected finally Elias’s voice could be heard "This isn't right! Something's wrong! I was bigger, older, in charge! You have to fix this now!" Elias screeched at his old friend while some of the other privates gasped.


At first Elias was relieved he was finally able to speak and that perhaps this nightmare could be reversed but that hope quickly faded as he looked at his former friends glowing green eyes. Captain Harlan Rook then began to laugh, a cruel bark that echoed across the silent line of privates, each laugh sending a chill down Elia’s back. "Are you stupid, private? Did you fail high school? Were you on the short bus?” Captain Rook finished laughing as his face turned serious and frightening, stepping closer until he was inch from Elias’s face he creamed at the top of his lungs "Did you just open your worthless mouth and speak to me like you have a single functioning brain cell in that empty skull? Who the hell do you think you are? Get it through your thick skull, you're nothing now, zero accomplishments, and zero right to question anything that comes out of my mouth! You don’t get to demand I do anything, do you understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU STUPID, WORTHLESS, DUMB, SACK OF SHIT!”


The words hit like a hammer. Elias's head started to hurt as Captain’s Rook’s words rattled through his skull and began to change things. Elias could feel his thoughts slowing and fogging over as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He wanted to stop it back; it was as if each thought had to wade through a swamp before he could be realised. Elias was overcome with fear and panic as his education, his sharp mind slowly started to fade away. His experience and years of service all just seemed like a distant dream, not years of dedication and hard work but just something he could aspire to. Elias’s mind tried to keep hold of his intelligence, his memories and his former life but his brain was like a sieve as anything and everything just slipped through making it really hard for him to learn anything. Elias wanted to cry but now part of him didn’t know why, he knew he had lost something, something important and crucial to who he was but now it was hard to grasp what it was. Thoughts of being a captain, of respect for a different body all seemed just out of reach, something that would come to him in a daydream or a moment of quiet but would quickly fade away. Elias knew who he used to be and what he had lost but now he couldn’t picture it! He felt dumb, slow, his jaw went slack as drool pooled at the corner of his mouth. He stared blankly, struggling to form coherent thoughts. Elias knew the man in front of him used to be his friend but now he couldn’t even remember his first name, it was just Captain Rook and it appeared like he wasn't done.


"What are you wearing? Where's your kit? Are you that stupid you don't even have your bag? What's your name, you dumb piece of shit?" Captain Rook bellowed even making some of the other privates shake.


Elias opened his mouth he knew he was his equal he knew he was a captain as well and he desperately wanted to say Captain Carmel hoping it would make his friend remember but what came out was a barely audible "Private Carmel"

"Fuck, did you stutter boy?" Captain Rook mocked. Elias’s confidence continued to be drained away, as he once again tried to say his original rank but this time a stutter creeped in. "P-P-Pwivate Cawmel"


"Is that a fucking lisp I hear too? You are a pathetic excuse for a soldier. Now, one last time! What's your fucking name, Maggot?"


"P-P-P-P-Pwivate C-C-C-Cawmel" Elias could barely speak as he shook with fear, reeling from the loss of his body, rank and memories, while gaining a lisp, stutter and low self esteem.


"Private Fartsmell? Is that right?" Captain Rook grinned evilly as he purposely misheard to humiliate even further. "Strip, Private Fartsmell! You heard me! You're not wearing the proper uniform, so take off this shit!"


Humiliation burned through Elias as he looked pleadingly up at his former comrade and friend yet he received no mercy. Again out of his control his body started to strip as he obeyed, peeling off his captain's uniform in front of the entire platoon. As the clothes hit the ground, they shimmered and vanished into wisps of green smoke, like they'd never existed. He stood naked, his short, bony frame exposed and towered over by his captain and fellow privates. Captain Rook laughed as began pointing at Elias’s exposed cock and balls, something he was once quite proud of but knew it wouldn’t last much longer. "Fuck, look at that," Rook crowed. "I ain't never seen balls so fucking big and a dick so fucking small. They must sweat and stink like a motherfucker!" The captain wailed with delight and caused a sickening shiver to run down Elias’s back. The private could do nothing but let the tears fall down his face as he stood to attention as his cock and balls shifted and changed. The once average thick cock he had owned quickly shrivelled away losing all of its length and much of its girth until it was no bigger than a pencil eraser, conversely his once average balls ballooned in size growing larger, rounder, heavier. Each one began swollen as it grew in size until both were bigger than tennis balls making Elias’s cock seem non-existent as he became all balls down there. It was then as they stopped growing a horrible, pungent sweaty smell wafted up from Elias’s massive, grapefruit-sized balls, slick with perspiration even in the cool air. Elias wanted the world to swallow him up, anything would be better than the nightmare he was now living as all the privates took a glance at the freak with a micro penis and gargantuan balls.


"Now they are something to be proud of, Fartsmell! Those are the only decent things about you, Fartsmell," Rook continued. "In fact I want you every morning to stand with those balls out for inspection. Everyone's gotta admire those grapefruits!"


Elias nodded meekly, defeated, his face burned with humiliation.


"Now, about your kit. We can't have you parading your pathetic body around. You're already an embarrassment. What are you?"

Elias desperately didn't want to answer but his new body knew to answer a question from his commanding officer "A-A-An embawwassment, s-s-s-s-siwr," Elias lisped, his stutter making it worse.


"That's right. So you need a kit, don't you, Fartsmell? I know…how about you live up to your name. Privates, pull down your trousers! Bend over and let Private here get a look at your undies." Captain Rook sternly shouted as if the request was not out of the ordinary.


The other 30 men obeyed without question, dropping their pants and bending at the waist, asses presented in a humiliating line. Elias stood mortified as Private Johnson next to him did the same, his huge black ass straining the underwear he wore and a thick damp line ran down the crack. It seemed doing pull ups with Elias’s ears had made him sweat.


"Now, Private Fartsmell, I want you to sniff each of your fellow soldiers' butts and tell me which one is the worst." Captain Rook said while staring fiercely into Elias’s eyes.


Elias’s knew he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t be the ass sniffer to a group of 30 men but already he felt his body moving without his consent as it started to kneel in front of private Johnson. Elias, now dumb, stick thin, short, big balled and tiny dicked was still in his mind and was trying so hard to rebel, to regain any respect and confidence he once had. He knew that as soon as he fulfilled this humiliating order it would be over for him as he stared at the huge black butt barely covered by the strained white underwear, the damp patch down the crack and feeling the heat emanating from Johnson’s concealed asshole. Elias knew he had to stop, he had to disobey, he had to get his old life back. Elias could feel his body stopping, he could feel some semblance of control returning, he could be free from the wretched existence that had been crafted for him, he just needed to disobey Rook’s order! However, sadly Private Johnson did not know of the struggles that poor Private Fartsmell was going for; he no longer wished to be standing bent over and ass out. So just as Elias was about to pull away Private Johnson stepped back pushing his huge muscular butt into Elias’s face and as soon as those sweaty cheeks made contact with Elias’s face the new pathetic private sniffed. Elias wailed internally as the old him was pushed to the very back of his mind as the scent of musky, sweaty old fart smell rushed into his nose. Captain Carmel was gone and only Private Fartsmell remained, the dumb, weedy, laughed at, ass smelling private.


Captain Rook laughed at the disgust on Private Fartsmell's face and ordered him to keep going which his new private obeyed. Private Fartsmell continued down the line, leaning into each rancid, sweaty crack. Each one was disgusting, musky, unwashed, ripe from a day of drills. Fartsmell's stomach churned, but he pressed on. By the 28th man, the private tried to stop himself once again as he gagged violently, nearly throwing up before even putting his face near to the ass. The undies were drenched in sweat, with an obvious brown streak visible through the fabric. The larger, chubbier, hairier private shifted uncomfortably but stayed bent over.


"Oh, I think we have a winner," Rook said, clapping. "Stand up, Private. What's your name?"


The fatter, hairier Private awkwardly pulled up his pants and turned around a chubby latino man with a small moustache blushed before saying his name "Ramirez, sir."

"No, not any more. It's Shitstreak now. With undies like that, you should be ashamed but thankfully, you ain't gonna be wearing them for much longer.” Captain Rook said as he glared at Fartsmell and Shitstreak. “Take them off and give them to Private Fartsmell here."


Shitstreak did as he was ordered as he removed his pants and underwear, he peeled off the foul, stained briefs crusty with dried shit and soaked in sweat and handed them over to the naked and defeated Fartsmell. Trembling Private Fartsmell pulled them on, why Elais sobbed internally. The fabric clung to his skin, the stench overwhelming, seeping into his pores. His massive balls bulged obscenely against the soiled material, the additional clothing only humiliating him further.


"Now you live up to your name," Rook said. "In fact, Private Shitstreak, I order you to never wipe your ass again. Then, at the end of every day, you're gonna give your undies to Fartsmell here so he has a fresh pair for the next day. You forget your kit, Fartsmell, then you can wear Shitstreak's old ones for the rest of the days you're here! Do you understand?"


"Y-Y-Y-Yes, siwr," Fartsmell whimpered, the lisp and stutter turning his voice into a pathetic squeak.


"Now, what do you say to me for getting you a kit?"


"Thank y-y-y-y-you, siwr," Fartsmell said, forcing the words out.


Rook grinned wider. "Shitstreak!”


“Yes, sir!”


“Grab Fartsmell's big balls. Now, you two are going for a run. Twenty laps around camp. Everyone's gonna see my two sorry excuses for privates today. And you don't let go of his balls for a second, you hear me!"


Shitstreak's meaty hand clamped down on Fartsmell's sweaty sack, squeezing just enough to make him wince. The pair then took off on their jog, Shitstreak in the lead, his chubby frame bouncing awkwardly while Fartsmell hobbled behind trying not to get his balls pulled too badly. The camp jeered as they passed, soldiers pointing, laughing at the scrawny private in shit-stained undies being led by his balls like a dog on a leash. The massive ears flopped with each step, the stench from his "kit" wafting behind them. Sweat poured down Fartsmell's body, mixing with the grime, his small dick twitching uselessly and his unfit body already aching. By the twentieth lap both of them collapsed back at the line, gasping and Fartsmell’s balls red, swollen and dripping in sweat reeking of musk.


Rook loomed over them. "Good job, maggots. Now, it's bathroom duty for you two. Every crapper in the barracks. I think that's around 250! Scrub 'em spotless with your tongues if you have to. And remember, Fartsmell balls out for inspection every morning. Shitstreak no wiping, ever. Dismissed!" Captain Rook shouted as the privates scattered.


As the sun set, Fartsmell and Shitstreak trudged to the latrines, the weight of their new realities crushing them. Elias's mind, once sharp and commanding, was a dull haze of obedience and humiliation. He knew this was just the beginning, the hazing would only get worse, the degradation deeper. But orders were orders, and he had no choice but to follow as he started from the very bottom as a private once again just like he had wished.