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No. 11917
It was medic who first realized something was wrong. He had tasted a lot of cock in his life, and this one just seemed weird. But with his hands bound, and his mouth full of the fake-tasting cock, he couldn't do anything about it.
The Sniper had them right where he wanted them. At their most vulnerable point. He pulled his cock out of the Medic's mouth, and then let out a ferocious roar. His whole form bulged and his skin seemed to be tearing apart!
Heavy was in shock, as he stopped pounding away at his Medic to watch the sniper transform.
The skin suit tore apart and then fell to the ground. In the place of what used to be the sniper instead stood a ferocious bear, howling and snarling in anger. Heavy jumped to action to protect the bound man from getting hurt, charge tackling the bear.
They both fell to the floor, Heavy ending up on top. They were both of pretty similar sizes, and both an equal match for eachother. The bear wrapped his furry arms around the Heavy and they began to roll around on the floor.
Medic writhed around on the bed, screaming and shouting questions about what the hell was going on.
Heavy threw a right hook and thought he had knocked the old bear out, but it just stunned it. The bear reacted violently and opened his grisly maw, then clamped it down on the Heavy's shoulder.
Heavy screamed in agony as blood began to rush out from the wound, rolling down his skin and pooling in the floor. The bear tore away a huge chunk of his skin, but the Heavy shrugged it off like it was nothing.
Instead he pulled his leg back and threw his knee, with all his strength, into the bear's family jewels.
It let out a pitiful whimper and suddenly stopped struggling. The Heavy took the moment to jump off and hurry over to grab Sascha- he took her everywhere he went- and readied it, aiming at the bear rolling around on the ground cupping his crotch.
"This is da part where I kill you!" Heavy screamed as the gun began to spin. bullets rained out from it, pumping the bear full of lead. It let out one last dying roar, then fell limp.
Heavy panted, then set the gun down and hurried over to Medic, untying his wrists and blindfold. "You alright doktor?" He asked worriedly.
"Nein! Vhat just happened? Did that Sniper just turn into a bear?"
The bear suddenly disappeared and in it's place stood a burly looking man. He said, "Nope, It's just Chuck Testa."
GAME OVER- You died.
Suddenly, the sniper realized he was dreaming, bolting upright in bed. He glanced around and realized he was safe in his camper. It was nice and cool, even though they were stationed in some desert, but he was still sweating profusely from the erotic/scary dream.
As the covers slipped off his hips, he looked down at his nude form to spot his tool pointing up proudly. He grinned. "Hey there fellah..." And wrapped his hand around it. He let out a soft moan as he began to stroke slowly, laying back down onto the bed. Before he could get too distracted though, he forced himself to quit. Plenty of time for that later. Right now, his stomach was begging for food.
He hopped out of bed and walked, naked, to the bathroom. His erection swung lazily as he walked, and for the moment he enjoyed living the way nature intended. After he relieved himself, though, he threw on a pair of pajama pants. They were dirty, but who really cared? Not like he had anything to do today, after all.
After that, he opened his small freezer to take a peek at what he had to eat.
It was empty. Aside from some freezer burned corn dogs and a moldy jar of Vegemite. He cursed under his breath, slamming the door shut. Hopefully the rest of the team hadn't eaten all of breakfast.
As he stepped outside, not bothering with a shirt, he was hit with the full heat of the desert they were stationed at. His skin almost instantly began to get shiny with sweat. It was almost unbearable. He squinted up at the sky. The sun was almost at high noon. No way there'd be any breakfast left by now... Maybe he could catch lunch then.
But that wouldn't be for a little bit, judging by the position of the sun. Maybe an hour or two and someone would get started on cooking up the whole team's meal.
What to do in the mean time? Sniper stopped for a moment to consider his options...
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