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"You lied, didn't you?"

The question at first went through my mind unprocessed. He had lifted my legs up and was rhythmically pounding my ass, back and forth over my prostate. I was getting so close to come. My naked body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and I was short of breath after what he had done to me. He on the other hand probably barely had an elevated pulse. He showed no sign of effort and his voice was steady.

"About what?"
"You don't have anything to do with the military. You're not enlisted. You don't live on base."

He'd only removed his jacket and hat, keeping the rest of the uniform on as we entered my hotel room. Even now as he was driving me to the brink of crazy his trousers weren't at his ankles, but all the way up, fucking me with his dick out the fly. He had barely said a word since he started fucking me, and my brain was poaching in hormones and pleasure, so I had trouble focusing on what he was saying, or even looking at him. Two thick, muscled arms, one tattooed with a full somewhat oriental-themed sleeve, were holding my more athletic legs. At the other end of the arms an olive green T-shirt covering an obviously stacked chest and shoulders.

"I never said I did."
"You implied it."

He was going even harder now. Why was he going on about this all of a sudden? It's not like I've stolen any valor or tried to get anything for free. It's just that picking up guys at the Arms Rest bar tended to be easier if they thought I was one of them. Or perhaps it was that one guy and I just continued like that.

"I went to military summer camp," I tried.
"At least you know how to walk and salute. That'll have to do. Only 6 months left to survive."

At least now he sounded a bit strained, and just after he pulled me in closer and I could feel him cumming inside me and the same time as I erupted in pump after pump of cum that landed on myself. There was this weird feeling of me also seeing myself, seeing the ropes of cum landing on my pale but toned body. I was utterly confused. Then I couldn't see him anymore. I could only see myself. I could see how my body quickly wiggled out of my hands, Still confused I looked at my hand and down my arm. A massive trunk of an arm with oriental-themed sleeve tattooed. Then I felt an arm around my neck from the back, and I was shaken into action, but it was too late. I could feel my consciousness being squeezed out of me.

I don't even remember crashing face first into the bed, but I wake up in the scent of sex and sweat. My sweat. My former body's sweat. The sheet is damp and warm. I can only have been out for a minute or so, but he is already gone.

I stagger to my feet in an unwieldy body that must be 60 pounds heavier than I'm used to. It's pretty obvious what has happened, but both why and how are beyond me. I take a look in the full mirror by the door. Strong face, even stronger body. Just what got my dick hard in the first place, but now I'm in control of it.