MONSTERS - Chapter 3 (3/20/14) - (Transformation, F/F, Futa/F)

Story by Luvbster

Hello all! Apologies to everyone waiting for the next MMiH chapter, but that was going slow, so I decided to mix it up (Regardless of any sciency stuff you may see, this is NOT the same universe as McKenzie's). This is the first chapter in a potential series, depending on interest, both yours and mine.

Dedicated to a friend. I hope you enjoy this with your pastry.

“Drop and give me twenty!”

Sam fell to the ground without hesitation. “One..! Two..! Three..!” she called out with each pushup, putting every last bit of energy she had into obeying her Sergeant. She wanted to; needed to.

She couldn’t. “E-leven! …Twelve…” she trailed off, trying desperately for thirteen, before collapsing to the ground.

“Worthless!” her superior shouted down at her, “How the FUCK do you expect to be a Ranger with THAT kind of performance?! GET UP, YOU SACK OF SHIT!”

She did, on trembling arms she lifted her diminutive frame again. She managed one more pushup, but on the second, her arms gave out, and she fell limp; cracking her head on the pavement.

She saw double for a moment as she gasped for air. “You’re pathetic,” the instructor repeated, “And you’re wasting my time. You’re gonna stay right fucking here until you do twenty. I don’t care if it kills you, you’ll Goddamn do it.”

She did it. It took over an hour, but she was finally back in her barracks, barely able to stand. She was exhausted as she’d ever been; it hadn’t helped that the pushups were punishment for failing the ten-mile hike she and the other applicants were returning from.

She undressed, looking at herself in the mirror. They’d laughed when she’d applied for the Army Rangers, and they’d been right. Five foot three, skinny as a rail, she had no hope of building the endurance necessary for the insane requirements for that branch.

Sam had been motivated though. She hoped her determination would be enough to see her through.

But despite what the movies may tell you, sometimes wanting it more than anyone just isn’t enough. Sometimes, it’s not even close.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she growled at her reflection, “Did you ever seriously believe you could do this? He’s right you know, you ARE pathetic. Weak. Stupid. Tiny.”

Her shoulders slouched as she let out a long sigh. “What am I doing? What the hell was the point of this? Trying to prove something? Stick it to Mom and Dad? Well, seeing as how they’re fuckin’ DEAD, that’s a real great idea! So way to go, jackass! Good job wasting your life!”

“Oh Jesus CHRIST,” moaned one of her unseen bunkmates, “SHUT UP! I’m trying sleep, you psycho!” Sam sneered and held up a finger in their direction, then climbed into bed.

She sighed as she stared at the ceiling. Despite her crass attitude, she did worry about how others saw her, and just how many knew she’d tried out for the Rangers. Soon word would spread that she washed out, and no-one would be surprised. No-one would let her forget it either. She was finished.

It was time to get out.

Of course, you don’t just LEAVE the Army. And they sure as hell don’t care if you got your feelings hurt. Sam had to think of a way around that, and fast.

She considered her options, but none of them sounded good. She preferred not to be dishonorably discharged, or get knocked up, or shot in the foot. This pretty much just left special projects. She’d heard of some of these, and how occasionally those involved were discharged early. She didn’t qualify for anything terribly exciting, but there was one program that took pretty much anyone. An oddly low applicant rate combined with a high dropout rate, it seemed perfect.

“You seem to be in fair health,” the doctor said, examining his clipboard in the sterile white room, “But you’re far from an exemplar of the human form. Er- no offence.”

Sam struggled not to roll her eyes at the lab coat-wearing older man. “Do I need to be? I was under the impression you were just looking for guinea pigs.”

“Well, no, I mean, yes,” he backpedaled, “But that does leave me… interested in why you’re so eager to sign up.”

She looked down for a minute. “I want to do something special,” she half-truthed, “Something others don’t.”

“Does that have something to with this Rangers application?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Did you really think you could pass that test?”

Sam frowned. “I thought it was worth a TRY.”

He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. “There is a program I could put you on. An experiment. There have been a few trials, all failures so far. If it works, it will mean a very big change for you.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Medical discharge, I suppose. That’s what the others did. They were fine, of course! No major side effects. You could app

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