Frank's knee bounced nervously as he sat on the park bench waiting for his date. He hoped Justin would look something like his photo on the AugNET dating app so he could pick him out of the milling crowd. He equally hoped he noticed his tall and thin beanpole-like build in the sea of people out for the afternoon on the Jersey boardwalk. At the very least, he hoped he was actually a person looking for a date and not just a quick hook up with a chaser. Sure, that had been his dream previously, but the casual sex was no longer the relationship Novocain it once was.
It had been more than a year since his long time relationship with his partner Alexis had dissolved. They had tried to stay together, but as she had gotten further along in her transition to female the heat just was not there for either of them. So while it had been a mutual thing, and they were still very much friends, it sucked to lose that connection with someone he had been attached to throughout college.
He had found out about the AugNET app shortly after that, in the first weeks on his graduate studies. While he knew it was a dating app, it was also an easy way to communicate with people in the area to see if they would be willing to be interviewed for his thesis work. It was not until he had been using the app for weeks to line up interviews that someone thought the meeting was a hook up.
Perhaps it was morbid curiosity towards the application of the theory he was learning. Perhaps it was something unresolved with Alexis changing. Whatever it was, he realized his interest in augmented people had become more than just academic.
Whenever he came up for air from his Master's work, he was out with someone. That felt good for a while. Hell, he felt like a real stud getting laid every few days by people experimenting with their bodies. The app had blown up in popularity in the last six months as a recent release from TDBCo. had made a temporary method of transformation publicly available. He kept meaning to try the new release, but always backed out. His partners were generally understanding and dates went on without him being altered.
Really people he met through the app fell into two baskets. There were the more conservative changes, like a little extra bulk or a little more length, and then there were the extreme cases. Early on, during Spring Break, he had been with a guy whose tongue was long and dexterous enough to jerk Frank off. Later, there was huge muscular dude who had bull horns and a rather inhuman cock which felt surprisingly good in his ass.
Though he enjoyed those hook-ups, they were starting to lose their luster and were ultimately just not as satisfying as getting to know someone beyond how they liked their sex and how they had been augmented. It was time to admit he was once again looking for something a bit more long term.
It was twenty minutes past the their meeting time when Frank figured he had been blown off. He got up and started to text a friend to ask if they wanted dinner, which is when he saw him. Justin had said that augmentation had been part of his military service and what augmentations indeed.
To say that the man walking towards him was a mountain of muscle might have been overly dramatic, there were not many other ways to easily say it. Towering mass of masculinity perhaps? Whatever the label, his prospective date stood head and shoulders taller than most of the crowd. Under his bright polo and tight jeans, every inch of him seemed to flex with each step, like a walking avalanche. The fact that his short hair and full beard were bright like snow only furthered the comparison to a tall peak.
Looking at him, Frank guessed he could just barely fit the former soldier's broad shoulders in a hug. His core was thick instead of lean, though his posture was of someone used to lifting heavy things and carrying them for some time. His biceps bulged like boulders against the short sleeves. His quads seemed like they would tear through his pants at any moment.
Frank was almost too afraid to wave, sure that he must be hallucinating, but the huge man's face lit up as their eyes met.
"Hi, I'm Justin," he said briskly as he approached with a meaty hand outstretched. "I'm guessing you're Frank?"
"You would be right," he said looking up. He tried to not stare as he realized Justin's blue eyes were more like a cat's than a human's. "You know, normally it's the other way around when someone's photo is misleading. You, um, you look even bigger in person."
"I get that a lot from civvies. I forget that this isn't normal," he said pressing his fingers into his taut pectorals. "I spent so many months getting shot at with other guys the same size as me that my concept of what people look like has warped a little."
"Are you just now back from overseas?"
"Yeah, why don't we grab some lunch and talk about it? Got anywhere you like to eat?"
"I know a place, follow me." They headed up the boardwalk to one of Frank's favorite places. Granted, sure, it was only the beach store of a regional chain, however, they had the best cheesesteaks.
"So anyway, there are a lot of things I can't tell you but, yes, I was overseas until last month."
"Was it your first time?" Frank asked, his curiosity piqued by the off-hand confidence in Justin's voice.
"This was my third tour. I actually could retire in a few months. I'm thinking about staying on though. I know my superiors at Fort Dix would love for me to become an instructor after having so much field experience as an augmented soldier."
"Were the augmentations part of your enlistment package or...?"
