With his primal urges taken care of, Frank decided it was time to deal with what had happened to him. Before he could even clean up his spunk, the phone rang... When he answered it, "Hello" the voice came out the phone, was much younger sounding than Frank had previously owned. On the line there was a short hesitant pause before the caller asked if Seargent Griffith was there. Frank also paused, not quite knowing what to say and then he sputtered out that Frank had stepped out for a few minutes, "Well", the caller said, "this is Seargent Schmidt, tell Griffith he is late for drill practice." Frank hastily hung up the phone. "Shit!" He saw his fatigues hanging on the barracks door knob with his name Griffith stitched on the front chest pocket, there was no way he was going to be able to convince anyone he was Frank Griffith in this body and had no idea what to do. Guess he would be skipping drill practice today. He opened the dresser and pulled out some of his civilian clothes. He figured they would still fit him, and they sort of did, but they hung very loose on him, the T-shirt he wore all the time to the gym and used to hug his body so tightly was now fitting much more loosely, and his jeans were now about 3 sizes to small both in the waist and inseam for this twinkish body he had inherited. With such a baggy fit, he looked like a high school skate punk, who just happened to be wearing Frank Griffiths clothes.

Frank needed to get out of the barracks and fast, that was first and foremost. As he left his room wearing his old clothes in his new body, Staff Seargent Ralph Pierce from across the hall saw him. "Hey Boy, where's Seargent Griffith, and who the hell are you?" Frank had no idea what to say, " Um.... uuuuhh... I think Frank is at drill practice", Frank muttered, " and, um... I am his younger brother Fred". "Fred huh," said Pierce, You better not be lieing to me boy, or I'll have both you and Frank's ass in a sling". Frank snaked past Pierce, who used to be one rank above him, but who now seemed much more above him in his new high school body. What a huge cock, Frank thought as he continued down the hall.

Before he could make it to the door and to his freedom from people who were supposed to know him, Frank heard Pierce grunt and gasp behind him. As Frank turned around, he saw Pierce grabbing his crotch. "Oh my God! Holy Shit....." Pierce looked like he was fighting with himself, no.. he was fighting a growing bulge in the crotch of his fatigues, and as Frank watched, this emmense bulge began to snake down the leg of Pierces fatigues and began to tear at the seams around his fly, then down the side of his leg. What finally broke free, put both men on the ground in shock. Pierces penis and ball sack had grown to inhuman proportions. What split open Pierces fatigue trousers like a shredding machine was what had to be an 80 pound cock, as thick around as a small beer keg, and extending to the length of his ankles, maybe three feet in length. His ball sack, was for the most part still encased in the remains of the seat of his trousers the size of a large beanbag chair, looking like a large growth had grown out of his asshole. Pierces ball sack was large enough to use as the beanback chair it so resembled. 'What a huge cock' indeed. And it was still flaccid. •