Published: Apr 28, 2024

My one-hundred and fourteenth caption, this time featuring Super Earth and Managed Democracy! I did this one mostly for fun, if it wasn't obvious from the tone of it.

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Walking out of the theater, you felt incredibly pumped up by the recruitment film for the Helldiver Corps. You had always loved Super Earth and heard the stories about the Helldivers and their heroics, and with the Terminids and Automatons quickly approaching your home, you decided to sign up and join. To wear the cape, drop down onto Super Earth’s foes, and fight our enemies for Liberty and Managed Democracy… it was the greatest honor.

At least, that was the original idea. When I arrived at the Enlistment Center and took their aptitude tests, they apparently decided I would be better suited for the Super Earth Navy, working as one of their Pilots. I was both disappointed and a bit put off by this assessment, especially considering I had never even driven a car, let alone a fighter or bomber. The Enlister noticed my dour expression, one of his eyebrows shooting up in minor annoyance.

“I don’t know what you’re so upset about, Enlistee! You won’t be on the ground in the blood and guts, you’ll be soaring through the sky in the most advanced aircraft Super Earth has to offer!” He spoke up, looking deep into my eyes. “Those boys’ll love you down there, so straighten up!”

“Y-Yes’sir!” I nodded, doing as he said and standing with my back as straight as it would possibly go. “Uh, so what do I do next? Is there a transport?”

“No, you don’t have far to go. I assume you’ve read all these contracts in full?” He asked as I nodded. “Then they’re fully binding. Congratulations, Enlistee! Go through that door down the hall, and to the left. There’s a Medical Officer waiting for you there. Follow their instructions. Best of luck!”

I saluted my Enlister, quickly walking down the hall of the Enlistment Center. I felt nervous as the cameras on the wall tracked me, but I knew I was locked in now, considering I had just “signed” my contract. Even though I was still disappointed, I wondered what flying might be like after I had been trained.

I walked into the designated room, finding myself in quite a bright, sterile place. There was a doctor dressed in full operating garb who turned to me, taking a few eager steps closer. In the center of the room was some kind of Human-shaped chair, which included restraints and a bunch of needles.

“Ah, it is good to see we have another perspective Pilot!” The doctor greeted, sounding rather cheery despite all his face coverings. “Nice to meet you! With the Automatons pushing our borders with their latest offensive, we need all the Pilots we can get supporting our Helldivers on the ground!”

He turned to face the chair, holding his hand up towards it. “Please, undress and sit in the operating chair. This won’t take too long, don’t worry.”

“O-OK…” I replied nervously, slowly taking my clothes off until I was down to my skivvies. I sat on the chair, the cold restraints locking into place.

”Very good. We’ll be performing several modifications before shipping you out, including mass reduction, occipital sharpening, and gender reassignment just to name a few.” He listed off, getting me to turn and look at him in complete shock. “Once we’re done, we’ll freeze you and ship you out!”

“Wait, what do you mean ”gender reassignment”?” I blurted out, thinking I might have heard him wrong. “You’re going to change my gender?!”

“Of course! All our Eagle pilots are female, helps cope with the high g-forces you’ll experience!” He stated, acting as if this was all routine to him. “As stated in your contract, you consented to have your Biometric, Patriotic, and Demographic data modified per the Ministry of Defense’s directives. In addition, you may be called upon to participate in promotional materials, use experimental weaponry, or help fulfill approved C-01 permits.”

Before you could speak up again, the doctor activated the chair you were strapped to, causing dozens of needles to painfully enter your body. It hurt so much that you couldn’t even manage a sound, but the pain was immediately replaced by a sense of cold that overtook my whole body. I could feel whatever had been in the needles coursing through my body, causing me to rapidly lose body mass. My hips shrunk, shoulders narrowed, and face shifted in a matter of moments, leaving me feeling winded. I briefly took on an androgynous appearance before my manhood receded inside of me, leaving me a biological woman. Finally, two shapely breasts sprouted from behind my nipples as my rear grew considerably, giving me an undeniable, female look.

“Thank Liberty, you turned out far better than my last Enlistee!” The Doctor cheered somewhat, my body still reeling from multiple overlapping sensations. Nothing felt right at all. “I’m sure the Navy will be quite happy to have another Eagle flying through their skies in a few days!”

“A few days? How does the Navy expect me to learn how to fly in just a few days?!” I questioned in a new, feminine voice, still quite confused.

“Don’t worry yourself, Pilot! You’ll receive all the training you need during cryosleep! You don’t really think we’d waste weeks training Pilots with our current demand, do you?” He “reassured”, still staying unnervingly cheery. “Just please make sure you perform well in the field, Pilot.”

“Why? What happens if I’m not performing to Super Earth Navy standards?” I asked, suddenly worried about possible consequences I could face.

“Oh, If the Navy doesn’t believe you’re performing up to their standards, you and your Eagle Fighter may be modified to fit other roles. Such modifications could include further reductions in mass, including leg space.” He finished, tapping a few commands on his pad. “Good luck to you, Pilot!”

“Wait, what does that mean?!” I yelled out as I was pulled into a cryopod, immediately frozen and placed on an outbound rocket transport. As I reluctantly slumbered, all the basics of piloting and Super Earth military protocol I’d need to perform my duties. In addition, other subtle modifications were made to my personality, making me more casual and flirty, things that would allow me to better accept my new role for Super Earth…