His face was rounded, chubbier than fighter models like Gamma and me, but no less intimidating. Steel-grey lips pursed and formed into a callous grin. Blue eyes blazed in the darkness of the night, standing out against his physique. Wallbuster took a step inside the hangar bay, humming. Siegebreaker smirked as he followed suit. This was no good. Gamma watched their huge feet slam into the solid ground, cracking the concrete as the full weight of these behemoths came to bear upon the crumbling stone. They were obviously making a scene for attention and to intimidate. Why else would they be doing all this damage in a hangar in the middle of the night? Metal ground and flexed, carbon fibres jostled, and a slab of ridged rubber that could cover a sports field finally rested. I rolled my eyes and sighed at the display. Gamma's nerves, however, had gotten the better of him. The nervous aeromorph gulped, feeling his empty throat constrict as the intruders hauled themself inside. His hulking form ruled its surroundings. Light reflected off of metal plating in the hangar bay. Very spooky.
All of the reflected light was shimmering and scattering around the bay as pale rays bounced everywhere. Halogen rods flickered, soon overshadowed by the visiting morph rising to his full height. Hanging limp, swinging as he made his way through the door, was the largest DDM we'd ever seen! Massive, slapping against its owner's thighs. Two high-capacity nodes bounced behind it, testicles filled to bursting with nanite data paste. Wallbuster's dick dominated the bay, refusing all attempts to be ignored. Siegebreaker's was not at all smaller. In fact, his might have been half an inch girthier. Gamma couldn't tear himself away. Neither could I. It was just...so big. A muffled clang rang out, Gamma's wingpack having struck the back wall. The aeromorph watched Wallbuster, who stood still. Silent...until a loud guffaw from him broke the peace. "I think you see why they all call me Wallbuster now, eh?" he chuckled, reaching down and taking his flaccid length in hand. He noticed us noticing "him". He gave his cock a couple of quick strokes, sliding the dark outer skin, revealing grey at the tip.
Wallbuster took another step forward. Another chunk of territory surrendered without a fight. "You young bucks have your stealth capabilities and your manoeuvrability, but there's something to be said for a heavy-duty payload, don'cha think?" he said. Siegebreaker lowered his gaze, taking stock of Gamma's equipment. Snug in its polymer pouch, it presented a reasonable bulge for his frame, but paled in comparison to the monster that swung between his mighty legs. Exposing his teeth, the larger aeromorph taunted: "I reckon you couldn't take on a whole armored column with that dinky little shooter." "Not my role." Gamma replied meekly. "Not mine either." I said, a whole lot more boldly. "Nah, it ain't, is it? You're the type for special ops." Seigebreaker said, taking me in with his head turned to me. "I request you leave." Gamma said, squaring off with the intruding aeromorph. Gamma suppressed a nervous fight-or-flight reflex as he found he only came up to Wallbuster's pecs. Noticing this, another laugh boomed from above. "I think you've bitten off more than you can chew sonny."
It was an acknowledgement of the threat of violence. "That's okay though. We understand the need to keep things under wraps. That's why you can either share some juicy details with us about your lineage, or... get us to leave...another way..." Seigebreaker said before trailing off. It was now clear what they wanted. Just a pair of perverted veterans trying to get the first crack at the newbies. Gross. To be honest, I was not aware that this was that big of a secret. Since we were assigned here for the time being, it would surely be known that we were prototypes chosen for this assignment. Gamma probably did not want to give out any information to these 2. It was very understandable why. Handling his junk, Wallbuster grunted. The forecover pulled back with ease, exposing his mushroom-shaped cock-head, sealant dripping from the giant hunk of biometal. "There's no female units on-base," he explained, "that leaves guys like me without a lot to do but a lotta needs to fulfil." Gamma pulled back from him. "What's your beef with me? I haven't done anything to you!" That did not matter.
