Warzone: The new thrust
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Ch 1
	“The results from target 1 were splendid,” reported Dr. Barkokov, the lead researcher on the 7969 project.  “No, no, there were no casualties,” he continued, “of course we took everything into consideration, now, if you will excuse me, launch number 2 is being commenced.”  Walking away from the radio set, Barkokov ran his hand slowly down his face.  This was the expression of a man condemned by law, if his side lost the war.  Knowing this, he looked at the next target.
	On the screen was a city about 50 miles to the east, Starburogh.  The citizens now were under his control, even though the missile sat on the launch pad.  All he had to do was abort this mission and these people would be “saved”.  He also knew, of course, that doing that would be a death sentence from his own countrymen.  “Damned if I do,” he thought, “even more damned if I don’t.”  With that, he pushed the button.
Ch 2
	Jennifer was fat.  That is what she thought of herself, what others saw, and what people used to identify her.  People in Starburogh High (the local public high school) had long ago stopped making “your mama’s so fat jokes”, and instead replaced your mama with Jennifer.  Needless to say, this was not a good thing for Jennifer’s small high school ego.  She spent many afternoons skipping class and hiding from the world in the out dated cold war era bomb shelter.
	This is where she was as Barkokov pressed the button some 50 miles away, unwittingly protecting her from 7969.  She sat alone, crying.  Suddenly she heard a muffled thump sound.  This was followed by people running above her, she could only hear vary muffled footsteps, but they were moving fast.  She knew something had just happened, but the school was still standing above her.  She feared that some fellow student had gone nuts and detonated a bomb in protest of the current war.  Still if the school was being evacuated, which was standard after a bomb threat, she had better go outside. 
	She slowly opened the bomb shelter door; she was greeted with a smell that reminded her of grass clippings.  She walked slowly, keeping one hand on the wall.  Suddenly, Steve (the high school super nerd) came running down the hall towards her.  “Quick,” he yelled in a nasally voice, “get into the nuclear emergency fallout and survival unit!”  Jennifer understood about half of what was said, but ran (to the best of her ability) to the shelter from which she had just come out of.  She shut the door, and bolted it shut.
Ch 3
	It had been some time after locking the door, that Jennifer took stock of her situation.  She was a 17 year old girl, fat, short (5’-2”), and totally isolated with a boy.  He was about 5’-5”, looked to be about 16, and had glasses that could fry ants.  “So, what’s your name?” Jennifer asked the boy.  “Mihi nomen Steve est,” the boy replied.  Jennifer sat there with a blank expression on her face.  “It’s Latin,” he said in the same nasally tone as before, “it means ‘my name is Steve’.  I always wanted to impress a girl with that.”  Steve looked at Jennifer for a second before saying, “I guess I should have saved it.  What’s your name?”  “Jennifer,” she replied.
	Steve sat dumbfounded; the person in front of him was Fat Jenny.  He could have sworn when he come in that she was a guy.  He wondered why he did not recognize her from before.  As he studied her, in a scientific way, he noticed that she was becoming blurry.  Before long she had gone from being a blob in the corner to being a fuzzy blob in the corner.  He removed his glasses and for some reason, he could see perfectly.  He blinked a few times before setting his glasses carefully on the floor.  He thought that it was weird that he could see better, but he did not have time to think about this for long.
	Jennifer watched Steve take off his glasses and put them on the ground.  It made her feel weird that he was just sitting there watching her, but what else was he supposed to do?  “What happened up there?” she asked Steve.  “The windows blew out and people started freaking out,” he narrated, “When I came down, it sounded like people were fornicating.”  Jennifer sat quietly for a minute.  She then noticed Steve’s pants.  On the inside of his right leg there was a bulge about 5” long and about .5” thick.  She assumed this to be his cock.  She had never seen a cock harden before; she always knew it was because she was so fat.  As she watched it, it started inching its way farther and farther down his leg.  It was like watching a thick bead of sweat running slowly down someone’s face.  It moved slowly and predatorily.  When it reached his knee about 7 seconds later, she knew that this was not normal, or Steve was a secret sex god in his free time.  He raised one hand, and motioned for her to come over. She, of course, did.
	As she made her way over, Steve felt the hardest boner he had ever gotten.  Sure, he was stiff most of English, but that was because some of the cheerleaders were around.  He wondered if he had some sort of secret fat fetish.  As she sat next to him, he put his arm around her.  He sat there with her, his scientific mind trying to rationalize what he had just done.  “It was getting cold down here,” he said, all nasally traits gone from his voice, “we needed to keep warm.”  She nodded shyly.  He stole a glance at her.  As he was looking at her, she seemed to start shrinking.  He was slightly alarmed by this, as he watched, she sank lower and lower from him.  After about 30 seconds, it stopped, and he realized that he had grown instead of her shrinking.
	Jennifer looked up at the newly tall Steve.  He just started growing, she could not understand how this was even possible.  Not that she minded, she had always had a thing for tall skinny men, not that she would ever have a shot with them.  She thought that it was weird that Steve was becoming sexier by the minute, first a huge python, now this.  She decided to push her luck. “Hell,” she reasoned in her head, “I have already gotten farther than ever before with a guy.”  She moved her hand over his right leg.  
	Steve looked down at her hovering hand, not sure what to do.  He knew that he wanted to get some, but Jennifer was just too fat.  In a moment of panic, he grabbed her hand away from his dick and held it in his for a second.  Her hand was very soft.  “Listen,” he said, “I am unsure of how to proceed.  I-.”  “I want this,” she told him, “just relax, I will move slowly, that way if you want to back out, you can stop me.”  It all sounded so reasonable, he found himself agreeing.  He nodded his head and she removed her hand from his.
	She put her hand right about half way up on his body.  She moved her hand, inch by inch, slowly down his belly.  She felt something strange happening though, his stomach was slowly getting harder and harder.  By the time she had made it half way to is pant line; she looked down at the space between his shirt and pants.  Somehow, he had sprouted a full rack of 6 pack abs.  She looked up at the rest of him.  There was no denying it; he was drop dead, stone cold, sexy.  This was the kind of man who visited her in her dreams.  Rock hard abs, bulging biceps, and legs that strained his pants in some places, this was a man.  She could feel her juices start to flow.  She looked up longingly at him.
	He looked down at her.  Her hand had stopped about half way down his newly formed 6 pack.  He was sure now, he wanted her to continue.  It was no longer a fact of beauty; it was a fact of need.  His mind was filled only of thoughts of sex.  Whatever, and however, she chose to do things was fine by him.  He placed his hand over hers and pushed it to the fly of his pants.  She was still looking in his eyes, they seemed to say, thank you.
	She reached her fingers down and slowly unbuttoned his fly.  As she inched the zipper further and further down, she licked her lips.  Steve was simply staring at her the same way she stared at cake.  He stood up and dropped his pants and underwear at the same time, the tighty whities were greatly strained.  He sat down once again, putting his muscular arm around her.  She wanted to start slow, as to make this last as long as possible.  This was going to be a fun ordeal
Ch 4
	Steve watched as she moved her hand over his member.  She paused right before grabbing it, “Are you ready?” She asked.  Steve gave a single nod.  She slowly closed her hand around his massive unit.  She began stroking it slowly.  Steve, who masturbated on a regular basis, never had a hand job like this.  Her hand was so chubby; her finger fat was rolling along his penis.  In short, it felt amazing.  She continued to rub and rub and rub.  She felt his dick start to get stiffer, not harder, but straighter up than before.  The only equal she could give it in her mind was a pistol cocking back.  She took her hand off of his member slowly, careful to not make his cum.
	She looked up at him and winked.  Steve then watched as she moved her face closer and closer to his dick.  She parted her lips and took his warm member in her mouth.  It reminded her of salami, warm fleshy salami.  She began moving her head up and down in a rapid motion, she wanted to see what cum tasted like, and she wanted to know NOW.  It took all of about 5 seconds for lil’ Steve to blow his top.  A salty fluid rushed into her mouth, she loved it.  It reminded her of extra salty lays, her favorite snack.  She began to suck with all her might; she wanted to drink it all.
	Steve was in heaven for the duration of his most powerful orgasm ever.  He had never had a blow job before and so far he loved it.  But he was getting sleepy.  Soon he was slumped over, snoozing.
	Jennifer brought her head up; she looked up at Steve who was passed out.  She had heard somewhere that guys get tired after sex; this was the validation for that.  He looked so sexy.  She wished that she could be less fat for him.  Suddenly, she had an idea.  What if she spooned with him, to show him how comfortable fat could be?  She began taking off her shirt and bra at the same time.  She then quickly disrobed completely.  She moved as close to him as she could, careful to not wake him.  She latched both arms around his torso and moved herself as close as she could get.  That is when she noticed, if she stopped for more than a second, he seemed to be moving away from her.  She knew this couldn’t be true, but she moved closer when she could.
	After about three minutes of constant shifting to get close to this god, she wondered what was up.  She decided that standing up would be the best was to check her what was up.  When she moved to stand up, she was able to do so quicker than ever before.  When she looked down at herself, she saw why.  What had formerly been 2 tube boobs resting on her fat had become 2 pert B-cup boobs, floating above nothing.  She could not believe this, she went to the shelter bathroom to see what she looked like.
	When she looked in the mirror, the person standing there did not look like Jennifer at all.  In the mirror was a woman, a flat belly, pert boobs and a saved pussy.  Jennifer moved her right hand over her belly and the woman in the mirror did the same.  She could not believe it, somehow, she had become skinny and sleek.  As she admired herself, she felt a tingling behind her boobs.  She looked down at them.  Slowly they were moving outward and becoming more rounded.  She quickly looked up in the mirror.  She watched her boobs grow through a c-cup, a d-cup, a DD-cup, before finally stopping at an E-cup.  She looked on in awe, then realized the changes were not done.  As she stared at her new girls, her nipples grew out to about an inch, at a moderate pace, much like Steve’s dick.  That reminded her that Steve was still in the other room, shutting off the lights, she walked back out into the main room.
	As she walked over to where he sat sleeping, she felt her hips starting to grow out.  It felt wonderful to finally have something to flaunt.  Each step she took, her hips flared out a tiny bit more.  When she finally reached Steve, she looked like a drop dead sexy model.  When she sat down, her hair began to feel heavier.  She reached back to brush it away with her hand, but instead of feeling the tips of her hair, she felt a thick mane of it.  Running her hand through the silky smoothness of it, she found it ended about where her perfect ass started.  She reached over and shook Steve slightly.
	Steve awoke to being shaken by a nude super model.  “Hey,” the model said, “you forgot to take your shirt off when we started.”  The woman was fat Jenny, although she was not fat anymore.  “Tell you what,” she said, “if you take your shirt off, I will surprise you.”  Not wanting to miss a surprise, Steve did more than take it off, he stood up and ripped it off.  Jennifer was quite impressed with this and to reward him, stood up walked slowly over to him, swinging her hips all the way.  As she walked over she became a little bit taller with each step.  By the time she was 2 steps away, she was about 6’-2”, 3” shorter than Steve.  When she reached him she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a deep, throaty kiss.  Steve kissed back and for doing this, Jennifer lifted her left leg on to his hip.  “Take me,” she pleaded, pulling away from the kiss.  Steve said nothing and simply lifted her by the ass and squeezed.  He slid her onto his rod.  Jennifer had long ago lost her virginity to her pink vibrator, back before she had the ability to actually have sex.  She began pumping a bit, but Steve mostly was ramming her down on his cock.  This lasted until the rations ran out in the shelter.  When they opened the door, and made it to the surface, everyone in the town was having a massive orgy.  Steve and Jennifer joined right in.
Ch 5
	Barkokov was watching the latest satellite pass of the area; it looked like that orgy was still going on.  It had been 2 weeks since the launch on Starburogh, the people looked healthy enough.  “Command,” Barkokov spoke into the radio, “The regular compound works.”  “Good,” the voice on the other end of the radio replied, “launch the third rocket at your earliest pleasure.”  “Yes sir,” he replied.