Sergeant D was widely known as the strictest and meanest sergeant in Alpha Company 337th Infantry Regiment. Sure she was incredibly attractive, but that was hardly a consolation prize for the many, many soldiers that she put into the front leaning rest position over stupid bullshit.
She was an enigma to most, with no one really sure why she was such an arrogant asshole, especially to the newest privates. Some theorized that she was from a family of mostly boys, so she grew up with the masculine predisposition to be competitive. Others said that as an attractive woman of smaller stature, she was tired of being underestimated and dropped the hammer a bit harder than she needed to to prove that she was in charge. Some were even convinced that she was a man-hating lesbian who joined the army specifically to punish as many men as she could.
Whatever the reason was, leadership tended to leave her alone. After all, she did get results. Alpha Company had fewer Article 15 disciplinary actions than most other companies. So that left the soldiers to deal with her.
On the last couple of days before Christmas Exodus, known to civilians as Christmas vacation, word came down from command that all the supplies in the vehicle bay of the motorpool had to be moved into the storage room before anyone could be dismissed. Unfortunately for Private Rick Stone, only he and Sergeant D were left. Everyone else was already on leave.
“Alright, we can’t go home until all these supplies are filed away in the closet, so get to it!” Sergeant D demanded, pointing to the pile of boxes in the main vehicle bay.
“Can you give me a hand, Sergeant? We can get it done faster if you can at least open the boxes for me,” Rick asked from the position of parade rest. Regulation stated that junior enlisted personnel had to stand in that position when addressing superior noncommissioned officers, but most sergeants didn’t require it every single time. Sergeant D wasn’t most NCOs, however.
“No, I have admin work to do, get it done so we can go home!” D shot without looking at him. “Don’t bother me until it’s done.”
Rick grumbled under his breath as D walked away, but only when she was far enough away that there was no way she would hear him. Rick opened the first box and took an armful of supplies. He made it all the way to the supply room before he realized he didn’t have the key and had to get it from Sergeant D. He wasn’t looking forward to going back to her, but he had no choice.
Sergeant D's office was a small room that used to be a supply closet before D kissed enough ass that command tossed her a bone and gave her this space to work in. Due to the size and shape of the room, the door was located on the wall to the left of the desk and slightly behind, so anyone walking in could see her computer screen.
As Rick approached, he tried to move quietly, as if he was sneaking into the lair of a mythical monster. When he got within sight of her office, he saw something unusual on her computer. It looked like she had JustFollowers up and was looking at a picture of a scantily clad woman. The closer he got the more the picture came into focus. The woman had her legs wrapped completely behind her head, in a way that didn't seem possible. She also looked very familiar…
Two things dawned on Rick at the same time: First was that the woman in the picture was Sergeant D herself, but also that she was what had become known as a flexi-human. Over the last decade, a random and rare disease spread across the globe. While it didn’t harm the infected person, it had a weird effect of making them incredibly flexible and malleable. Once doctors realised it was harmless, it became mainstream, albeit still kind of rare. And in fact flexi-humans started to make bank in the sex worker segment because of the crazy contortions they could put themselves into.
The realization that the hyper-bitch Sergeant D was a JustFollowers model and a flexi-human hit Rick like a truck. He paused for a moment, not sure what to do with this information. But then he smiled, remembering a video he had seen of a flexi-human a few months ago.
He ran off quickly, going to the break room looking for the comically sized wooden mallet that had been left there. The head was even bigger than a paint can, a full twelve inches in diameter. No one really knew where it came from, but it had been sitting in the break room for the last few years. Some people even used it in promotion ceremonies over the years.
Army ranks were made up of velcro patches on the center of the chest, so during the ceremony, the old rank would be removed and the new rank applied. It was pretty common for the prompting officer to hit or slap the rank patch as a playful way of making sure it was securely attached. So this mallet had been used for that purpose a lot. At least until a private had his ribs broken by an over-enthusiastic captain. The practice ended, but the mallet remained. With the mallet in hand, Rick positioned himself around the corner from Sergeant D’s office.
“Sergeant!” he screamed, feigning pain and panic. “A box fell on me, help!”
A rustling was heard from the office and Sergeant D came running out, looking around for him.
“You better be almost dead!” she shouted and followed the sound of his voice.
As she rounded the corner, Rick swung the mallet as hard as he could. She screamed a girly, high-pitched scream as the mallet impacted her chest, sending her reeling across the hallway. Rick paused and watched her for a second. The entire right side of her torso was caved in like a cartoon character, her normally ample chest now indented into her body.
Sergeant D looked down at herself and then up at Rick, her expression one of panic rather than anger, as if she was terrified that her secret was out. Now that his suspicions about her were confirmed, Rick rushed her, lifting the mallet again.
“No, wait!” she screamed, holding her arms over her face. The mallet came down again and again. After a sweaty minute or so of effort on Rick’s part, Sergeant D was rendered completely flat on the floor, looking like a poster in the shape of her curvy body. In this form, she couldn’t speak, but her eyes darted around in a panic.
“I saw your JustFollowers,” Rick mocked, leaning the mallet up against the wall. “I saw your screen just now. And there was something I wanted to try. You see I saw this video last month, maybe you heard of it. It was called Two Girls, One Pump.”
D’s eyes went wide. She was familiar with that video, and was terrified of the prospect of that happening to her. She struggled to talk, to beg him to leave her to reform herself. D was even prepared to offer him the best duty assignments to let her go and tell no one about this. But his flattening was too thorough. It would take her hours to regain her third dimension.
“But let’s start simply. In that JustFollowers post I saw you looking at, you were naked, but maybe we won’t go that far just yet,” Rick said, reaching down to her and starting to remove her uniform. D looked around in a panic, trying to beg him to stop using just her eyes.
Rick didn’t stop, however. He pulled the velcro and unzipped her top, pulling it off awkwardly, leaving her in just her tan t-shirt. Removing the shirt was a struggle, but he managed to pull that off as well. So she lay there in just a bra, a pink, lacy bra that one would expect to be reserved for a date night, not a day at work in the motorpool.
Rick just smiled down at her and started working on removing her boots and pants. After a good amount of effort, he had them off, revealing that she was wearing matching panties.
“Look at you, all dolled up,” Rick taunted her. “It’s almost like you had planned on taking some more sexy pictures today. But anyway, I think it’s on to the main event!”
Rick stuffed all of her clothes into a nearby trashcan and started to peel her up off the floor. He rolled her up, starting from her head down. Then he picked her up and carried her to the vehicle bay, throwing her down on one of the large workbenches and unrolling her. When she was fully unrolled, she looked up to see Rick standing over her with the air hose.
“Now the video I watched used the mouth, but I have a different plan,” Rick said with a smile, flipping her over. He pushed her panties aside and peeled her ass apart to reveal her asshole. He pulled the air hose over and worked it gently but firmly into her ass until the plastic tip popped in and stayed in place. D screamed in her head, feeling the pressure inside of her.
Without warning, Rick turned the air on, the hiss echoing through the room. D felt the air rushing into her, filling her up and putting pressure on her entire being. It didn’t take long for the effect to be noticed. The sergeant started visibly inflating, her body starting to take on a shape more like a human.
It was around now that Rick got his first look at what Sergeant D’s body actually looked like, besides of course that quick glance at the JustFollowers page a moment ago. The duty uniform and the physical training uniform didn’t exactly flatter the female figure. And when she was flattened, well, it goes without saying that it was hard to get an idea of her proportions.
“No wonder you have a JustFollowers page,” Rick mocked, watching her inflate. “It would be a shame NOT to make money off this body.”He reached out and ran a hand along her inflating thigh. D tried to recoil from the unwelcome touch, but even as she regained her form, she was still technically flattened and had no control over her muscles.
“Oh, you’re warm,” Rick said, surprise in his voice. “I guess that makes sense, you are still a person after all. I just didn’t know what to expect from a human sexdoll…”
D’s eyes shot to him in terror. Part of her knew that’s where this was going, but she rejected the notion as if that alone would change reality. Her body inflated to a point where she had returned to her normal proportions, but Rick didn’t turn off the air. Air continued to flow into her ass, making her bra and panties uncomfortably tight, her body starting to bulge out around them.
Sergeant D looked around in a panic, the pressure building up inside her starting to hurt. Finally, Rick turned the air off, leaving Sergeant D looking a bit thicker and bigger in the chest than normal. The subtle sound of air hissing could be heard from her asshole.
“Well that won’t do,” Rick muttered. He looked around, finding a rubber plug, like for a large shop sink. He rolled D over and pulled the hose, quickly replacing it with the rubber plug, keeping the air trapped inside.
“Now don’t you go anywhere,” Rick mocked and patted her on the over-inflated stomach. He jogged off, filled with a newfound motivation to finish his work. He worked as quickly as he could, getting all the supplies put away into the closet.
Rick returned to the vehicle bay after about two hours. Two hours during which Sergeant D was left to her own private panic.
“Hey, JustFollowers girl,” Rick said as if he was flirting with a woman at the bar. “Let’s go back to my place.”
He picked her up and carried her off to his car, stuffing her into a standard-issue duffle bag he had in the trunk. Fifteen minutes later the two of them were alone in his barracks room. Luckily for him, Alpha 337 was a bit undermanned at the moment, leaving each of its soldiers with single-occupancy barracks rooms.
Rick tossed Sergeant D onto the bed, where she looked up at him in frozen panic. Rick started taking his clothes off, tossing them about the messy room, just like when he returned home after a normal day. When he was in just his boxer shorts, he turned back to D.
“So, how are you at sucking cock?” Rick asked with a smirk. He lay down next to her and took her by the shoulders, moving her head down until it was lined up with his hips. D screamed in her head, trying desperately to move, but the air trapped inside her kept her frozen in place.
Rick pressed her lips to the head of his cock, moaning at the feeling of her lips on him. D nearly retched at the flavor of a full day of hard labor that clung to his skin. Rick chuckled and drove her head down onto his manhood, burying himself balls-deep in her mouth. D gagged, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, with nothing she could do about it.
Rick moaned and bobbed her up and down, fucking her throat with no concern for her at all. He really got into it, taking her hard and fast, moaning and grunting like an animal. But then he stopped abruptly.
“Well that’s a good warmup baby,” Rick winked. “Now onto the main event.”
D’s eyes flashed around quickly, grateful to have her mouth empty finally, but terrified of what was about to happen next. Rick stood next to the bed and shifted her so her legs stuck off the mattress to either side of his legs. He leaned down quickly and shifted her panties to the side, exposing her perfectly-shaven pussy.
“Oh, you take care of yourself,” Rick teased, flicking her clit a few times with his finger before taking a grip on her ankle again. She tensed up, the undeniable, but unwanted, pleasure shooting through her.
“But I guess you have to keep yourself looking good for your fans, huh?” Rick mocked. He put her legs up on his shoulders and took a hold of her hip with his left hand. With his right, he guided the head of his hard cock into her slit. With a grunt, he pressed the head of his cock into her. He smiled down at her and winked as he took a hold of her other hip with his right hand. With a single, hard push, he buried himself into her.
“I think this is a much better position for you,” Rick said. “Not in charge or bossing us around, but taking cock like a slut. With that JustFollowers page, isn’t that what you really wanted anyway?”
Sergeant D whimpered in her mind, wondering how, or if, she could get out of this mess, knowing that she would never be able to reform while inflated. But just then Rick started fucking her, and she suddenly had more pressing things to think about…
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