SPRINGFIELD SUBMARINE SCIENCE
Genre: Male AR/Other
Bart Simpson took a deep breath before closing down the hatch. In matter of minutes, he would be underwater at a 60 miles depth, surrounded only by women for maybe months. For this 26 years old young cadet, training wasn’t easy. Military submarine science was a hard career with fierce competition. Most of the students were female, with brilliant minds. And that didn’t mean they weren’t competitive; they were, and even more so than males. Also, you had the military command chain, which meant every women had to seek for the favors of the upper ranks, and they were also very furious about that.
Bart sighed as he climbed down the stairs, knowing that he wasn’t in the right place. He had managed to get enrolled only because of the inclusion politics, which stipulated a few male students should be accepted into the Academy without any question. He didn’t have a great mind, he wasn’t studious either and his discipline left a lot to be desired.
He had also been taken by surprise on how his female peers got so quickly into military discipline. Most of the girls became assertive, straight and developed serious authority within the first two weeks. As for Bart, he wasn’t only clumsy; he also felt his manhood continually intimidated for being surrounded by dozens of authoritarian and far superior women, and as a result, his self esteem suffered.
And now, as he felt how the submarine travelled miles under the ocean at high speed, Bart knew he was up to a challenge, he had to prove his worth being the only boy in this, for the other part, all-women team.
First there was Jessica Lovejoy; this brunette girl with long hair was straight-headed, smart and ruthless. She had a natural gift for people, being able to see easily into the other’s intentions and deep feelings. Jessica was also the one with the bigger leadership skills around, so she would most likely the one to take all the decisions, so, she was going to be the hardest obstacle to overcome.
Then, Lisa. She was not only Bart’s sister, but also the most intelligent of them all. When they were kids, Bart and Lisa were sort of close rivals. As time went by, it became clear Bart was getting behind quickly, so Lisa stopped caring about him. After four years in the Academy, Lisa was completely focused on her career, and she didn’t even seem to remember that Bart was his brother. Bart knew he could have gotten an ally on her, but he had missed the chance.
Finally there was Allison Taylor. She was the easy part of all this, to say something. Like the other girls, she was also very smart, but she was also relaxed. He was outgoing, had some sense of humor and along the course, Bart kept in good terms with her; even when they didn’t have anything remotely similar to a friendship, Bart never felt anything like hostility from Allison towards him, which was something very rare in this female-dominated Academy.
With all this in mind, Bart took his papers, locked his cabin and went down the aisles to meet with the rest of the team. As he arrived, the girls were very centered on their early tasks; Jessica was standing up, piloting the ship, Lisa was sit down in a chair checking at the submarine’s stats in her tablet, and Allison standing up monitoring at the systems.
Bart suddenly noticed, with something similar to fear: it was the first time he was the elephant on the room. They had passed 4 years were he was at every moment surrounded by at least 10 women, and for him it was easily to pass unnoticed. But now, as a part of this small team, he would be harder to ignore. Also, he had been tasked with vital roles on the mission, so the girls would need to check on him and interact with him routinely for the following months.
Not only that. Bart, at that moment, felt like something long time ago forgotten. They were… girls. All of them, like Bart, were wearing their white Navy uniforms, and they looked so tight and elegant, and highlighted their feminine figures. Bart felt like starting to sweat. During all this time, he had seen girls only as rivals, as terrible hurdles in his pathetic Academic career. But now an undergrad working with a small team, some intimacy would follow. And with that, boy-girls problems would come.
Bart suddenly realized he had spent about two minutes just standing around, on front of the girls. He had to look natural. He tried to keep all those previous thoughts away, and decided to be brave and tackle the situation.
“Uh… hi. Good morning”, he said, in a low voice.
The girls completely ignored his salute, and kept totally committed to their tasks. During the time in the Academy, Bart had gotten used to their usual faces: they looked not only laser-focused, but also so serious that they always looked angry, or annoyed. And he never learned to cope with that.
Bart tried to brush the rejection off and walked around the room, surrounded by the beeps of the machines, checking at his paper notes and in a semi-loud voice.
“Digital compasses… CHECK… Depth metrics… CHECK…”, he began to say, as he walked behind the girls, trying to look committed. “Radar data… radar data…?”, he then asked.
He received no answer.
He had been given, as it was expected, only the ‘double-checking’ and maintenance tasks. Which meant he had to ‘supervise’ the girls for confirmation, usually just verbal. But Bart didn’t want to stay behind so he had prepared by himself another round of extra tasks, to ensure the good sate of the mission and the ship. He didn’t want to seem weak around the females, so he had to show some initiative.
Sadly, his first try was completely ignored. After he asked for the radar, Jessica seemed to look back for a mili-second, looking slightly more annoyed than used to. Lisa and Allison only briefly looked back to see what was happening, and then they went back to their tasks, without paying any importance. Bart gulped. Yeah. Demanding for an answer hadn’t been a good beginning.
So, Bart decided to keep on with his ‘double-checking’ stuff and just started checking things in the routine log papers. He walked around for 30 minutes or so, as the girls worked, without receiving anything similar to a salute or greeting from them. Yep; it was day one at Academy all over again.
“Today’s route is decided. We’ll move on with the next issue of the day”, at some point, Jessica announced.
The other girls were also finishing their tasks, so they quickly folded over and got from their places, walking towards the center of the room. Bart was left like an idiot just standing around, while the girl, with their phenomenal asses clad in white, walked to the door.
“Er… wait…”, Bart said, spreading their arms suddenly.
“Mm?”, was Jessica’s first word to Bart, as she looked at him with a slightly surprised _expression_.
Soon, all the eyes were on him. The girls looked like they… expected something. Bart felt like sweating, but tried to keep calm.
“Er… cap… captain”, he stumbled. “Aren’t we like… going to do the Verse command routine?”, Bart asked.
The girls looked at him, like suddenly confused.
Bart had studied some advance manual and knew that the Verse routine was one very good way to start the day after deciding the route. It was used to calculate the final coordinates of the submarine and also helped to determinate its position at any hour of the day. So, Bart thought by asking them for that he would show at least some knowledge.
What came later wasn’t exactly what he expected. Jessica closed her eyes and chuckled inaudibly, with a sort of frustrated smile on her teeth. Allison rolled her eyes, in a condescending way, and Lisa squinted.
“So…?”, Jessica asked, trying to show some humor. “Is that your… suggestion, Simpson?”, Jessica crossed her arms, her eyes still closed and her mouth smiling, showing a sort of humorous frustration.
Maybe Bart should have expected that reaction. A maintenance officer apparently ‘doubting’ the skills of his leader first day was kind of laughable.
“I think…”, Bart started, but out of embarrassment, he couldn’t continue.
Jessica, her arms still crossed, held her nose with two fingers and denied with her head, while the other girls watched.
“Look, Simpson. We all know you had nothing to do here, right?”, she said, cruelly, making Bart’s heart instantly break.
Bart gulped and got tense, standing stiff like a stick, waiting for the next punishment.
“Why don’t you simply move out of the way and let us manage something?”, the captain finally proposed.
Bart knew he had screwed it up by showing self-confidence, so he couldn't argue anything. He couldn't have anyway, because as soon as Jessica finished her question, she raised a finger and aimed towards Bart.
“Regress to the little kid you actually are”, she said in a very convincing commanding voice.
What happened after was indescribably. As soon as Jessica aimed towards Bart, he felt some sort of electric energy around, his body completely wrapped by that static, started to itch or tickle… and¬ then, it began to change.
Bart’s whole world moved as he started feeling like he quickly shrank, everything spinning around, and he suddenly felt like floating in his clothes. A couple seconds after, the cold came; he felt how the Navy shirt slipped through his shoulders, and then his underpants falling down by his legs. He looked around, confused, and then had to look up, in complete amazement.
Now the girls were way taller, towering over him. He looked down, at the pile of clothes, topped by a pair of adult tighty whities, at his ankles. He was a six years old kid again, naked, in front of the girls who looked down at him with a big smile and a ruthless stare.
Bart tried to speak to ask for an explanation, but he was too confused to say something.
The girls weren’t. Jessica stepped towards and with a soft swat in his naked buttocks, he moved Bart out of the way, making him step out of the oversized clothes he had left laid in the floor.
“There it is”, the captain said, giving Bart another, harder, spank. “You go play with your toys or something, baby boy. The older girls have things to do”.
Amazed and dazzled, Bart couldn't say anything.
Allison took him by the hand, without leaving him another choice, and escorted him to the daycare area of the ship. Naked, turned into a little boy, and taken by the hand by the pretty Allison, Bart decided to assume his fate and soon his bare round booty disappeared with her in the dark aisles of the submarine, while Jessica and Lisa went to the communications room.
TO BE CONTINUED