Topic: The State of Emergency Series - Various Authors

A series of bizarre transformation stories that spans multiple authors on TOB.

State of Emergency - The Beginning - Sir Wallace (mirror)
State of Emergency - The Beginning II - Sir Wallace

State of Emergency - Dexter Sinister
State of Emergency II - Dexter Sinister
State of Emergency - Beth - Reim Krig
State of Emergency - Beth II - Reim Krig
State of Emergency - The Kings - Reim Krig

Spanning 10 years, and covers just about every tag in the book. Dunno if it's kosher to post the actual stories here without author permission.


Re: The State of Emergency Series - Various Authors

Wow this is great! I wasn't aware of the other authors. Thanks for sharing. Helen's transformation was my favorite.

As for posting the stories themselves, I make sure to link the source and if someone wants their work taken down, then I oblige. This has only ever happened once. Authors generally care more that their work is enjoyed.

It might be tricky posting these too since they are PDF format, and those tend not to translate well even with conversion programs.


Re: The State of Emergency Series - Various Authors

State of Emergency: The Beginning
by Sir Wallace

Part One: For Science

Friday, July 24, 2012 2:18am

Dr. Adam Turner leaned back, removed his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. For the last five hours he had been staring down the glossy barrel of a microscope at the source of his frustration, a tiny speck of an organism which simply refused to behave it should. Swiveling in his frayed and ratty office chair, Dr. Turner surveyed his basement lab/office hybrid in weary dismay. Sleek medical equipment occupied most of the tables but the space between the humming machines was an absolute mess. Papers were strewn over desks, dishes piled up in a small corner sink and complex medical texts lay open and piled on the floor. On a far wall several rows of mice scampered around in their cages

“Irene is going to kill me.” He muttered to himself.

Dr. Turner turned back to his computer, activated a webcam program and began to speak.

“Friday, July 24th. Sample MU-239 is incredibly erratic, with chimeric mutational strands emerging from the main host at a near constant rate. As a virus it’s not very mobile, since most of its body is designed to carry and deliver a complex string of chromosomal DNA but when introduced effectively to foreign cells the effect is astounding.

“It seems that, instead of repairing damaged cells according to their original DNA MU-239 simply builds new parts from scratch, seemingly at random. Sometimes it replicates chromosomes, adds new forms of cilia or simply creates an unknown structure. In one instance I noted a mouse cell with two nuclei. Two! It’s unheard of for a mammal to have two nuclei.”

Dr. Turner took a moment to pause and reorganize his notes.

“Thankfully the infected cells have stopped dying, unlike those infected by previous MU strains. What strikes me as odd is that they actually seem to multiply at a far faster rate. Perhaps MU-239 is compensating for its lack of mobility by using the host cells to travel? It certainly would explain why infected cells seem so eager to move towards uninfected cells. Infected cells seem to spread the virus easily when they come into contact with uninfected counterparts.”

The doctor cracked a thin smile and remarked, “I doubt MU-239 will be the miracle agent of healing that we’re aiming for, but it certainly makes the prospects of human cellular manipulation... interesting. I’ve introduced the virus to a single mouse specimen out of curiosity. I’ll check back on Monday to record the results. ”

Dr. Turner switched off the computer, stood, stretched, and then headed upstairs to bed. As the lights switched off the soft motor of the centrifuge hummed in the dark.

Irene Turner lay in bed with her back to her husband, mortified, as he slipped under the covers beside her and quickly sank into a deep sleep. She wasn’t mortified by his absence (for that she was hurt, angry and a bit jilted), no, she was terrified that her husband would cuddle up behind her, press his body against hers and feel the large dildo which was inconveniently protruding, stout and proud, from between her soft butt cheeks.

When blonde, bubbly law student Irene had met Adam for the first time at Harvard he had enraptured her not with his well-built 6’1 body, handsome face, tangled brunette hair or brilliant smile but with his charismatic persona. Adam could be passionate about anything. From a walk in the park to chromosomes and the mysteries of DNA, Adam spoke with such exuberance and enthusiasm that Irene knew instantly what she wanted: she wanted him to be that passionate about her.

At 5’4 with cherubic features and firm, bouncy C cup breasts, law-student Irene had no problem snatching the attention of pre-med Adam. Although she hailed from a fairly conservative family, college quickly uncovered a ravenous libido in Irene, one which she took every opportunity to sate with Adam. It was not uncommon for Adam to wake up in the early morning and find Irene’s luscious little lips wrapped tightly around his manhood, slurping away with enthusiasm to bring him off before class. Sexually, Irene was satisfied and happy with Adam’s modest five inches. His love and devotion for her was more than enough to suppress her more…interesting fantasies. When they graduated from college Irene and Adam both accepted jobs at Emergence Pharmaceuticals; she as an in-house attorney for their corporate offices and he as a head researcher and medical specialist. They wed and immediately got to work on making a pair of beautiful twins, Helen and Daniel. Their life was, to put it simply, a perfect recipe for the American dream. Happiness was guaranteed.

Or so they thought.

Irene had known when she married Adam that he was a dedicated man with immense love to give. What she hadn’t realized was that Adam just didn’t know how to ration that love amongst the important things in his life. His latest project had consumed his attention, and when he was around to interact with his family he didn’t know how to turn scientist Adam off and husband Adam on. Adam and Irene hadn’t had sex in week. The last time the two were intimate he had stopped mid-thrust while pounding her from behind to reach for a notebook and pen. Suffice to say that when he had started to write notes using her sweaty, heaving backside as a table, Irene was not amused. Since then it had been night after night of Irene eating dinner with the teenage twins alone, watching T.V alone, preparing for bed alone, and sleeping alone while Adam toiled away in the basement laboratory. Irene was lonely, and consequently this loneliness is what brought Eduardo into her life- and into her ass.

Softly, so softly, Irene pulled off the covers and slid out of the bed. Naked, she did a slight duck waddle into the bedroom’s adjoining bathroom and closed the door. ‘Eduardo’ made a wet slurping noise as she slid the toy out of her anus and turned on the sink to wash it off. The dildo was enormous to Irene- nine inches of polyurethane molded glory. She shivered at the thought of how much effort it had taken to get it inside of her, soft grunts and little gasps muffled by a pillow as she slowly inched the invader up her rectum. Anal had always been one of the fantasies Irene’s upbringing had forced her to shove (no pun intended) into the back of her mind, and after the last few weeks of lonely masturbation Irene had finally worked up the courage to purchase a toy and give it a try. After all, she had thought to herself, it’s just me up here so I might as well have a bit of fun.

Lost in anal ecstasy, butt in the air, hand moving slowly back and forth, with her face pressed tightly into her pillow, Irene hadn’t heard Adam come upstairs until he was right outside the door. By then it had been too late to pull the obscene object out of herself, Irene was forced to dash under the covers and feign deep sleep.

Now, as Irene stood in front of the bathroom sink and looked into the mirror, the thought of her close call extinguished the warmth in her loins and left only a deep pit of sadness in her heart. Why should she be afraid of discovery in her own home? Why should she have to hide her desires from her own husband, who couldn’t even be bothered to give her a goodnight kiss on the cheek? And if it was dildos today, what sinful, nasty things would her dark lust have her turning to next? As a wet droplet of lube escaped from Irene’s anus and rolled down her soft thigh, she sniffled and let a single tear drip down her cheek.

Sunday, July 24th 2012, 5:30pm

“I’m telling you, he’s not down there. He hasn’t been home all weekend. He just ran in to grab some papers and then left back to work like twenty minutes ago. Your ultra nerd stuff will have to wait.”

Helen spoke from the kitchen table as Daniel walked past, slurping up a plate of spaghetti while her head remained buried in a Cosmopolitan magazine.

“It’s not like you would’ve noticed him leaving, you’ve had your head buried in that teeny-bopper bimbo mag since you walked in the door.” Shot back Daniel, ignoring his sister and typing in the key code for his father’s basement laboratory. “Besides, don’t give me that nerd crap, we both know you’re just as much a chem geek as I am a bio nerd.”

“The difference isn’t smarts, brother-dear, it’s suitors. I’ve got a date tonight with Jason Stranahan-“

“Who’s a douchebag!”

“-Who’s a hot douchebag, and I need myself at least 25 of these 50 sex tips to make him screeeeam.”

Daniel got the door open and grimaced. “Ew! Dude! You’re my sister!”

As he made his way down the dark staircase and into the basement he heard his sister’s voice taunting cheerfully: “Suitors Daniel, suitors! Stop fawning over Amy and start getting laaaid.”

Daniel still couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea of his sister as someone who actually dated. At 5’6 with a fairly slim body and perky B-cup breasts she wasn’t exactly a knockout compared to the vast majority of girls at Glenview High. Their mother’s genes had all but skipped Helen over in the curves department, manifesting themselves instead in her luminous blue-grey eyes and a face that could only be described as adorable, with twin dimples and a crooked smile complimented by the smallest of overbites. Her hair was brunette, like their father’s, but bouncy and curly like their mother. Helen’s gawkiness from freshman to junior year had been a big setback to her dating life, but the summer before Senior year she had begun to come into her own. Guys who wouldn’t have given her a second glance years before began noticing her bubbly attitude and beautiful smile as she bounced down the school hallways. The older and wiser seniors guys saw Helen’s cuteness, smarts and adventurous attitude as a much needed change from the hoards of bitchy, emotionally damaged ‘hot girls’ they had been mindlessly fucking their way through for the last three years. Helen loved every second of the newfound attention.

Daniel, on the other hand, was not having a very successful high-school love life. Sure he was handsome, at 5’9 he was tall without being intimidating and possessed his father’s slim limbs without the excess lankiness, but Daniel was missing a very key component in the attraction department: he had no idea how to talk to a woman. Daniel’s awkwardness and anxiety around women was so severe that he tended to end up fixating on one girl a year who he would try desperately to talk to, usually driving them away with his awkward advances. Often times Daniel would lay awake at night thinking of some horribly embarrassing encounter that he had had with the female species and wishing desperately that he could just attract girls without ever opening his mouth. Life, he thought, would be so much easier.

Instead of dating Daniel immersed himself in knowledge, taking advanced and college-level biology courses. He had a (perhaps naïve) dream of someday following in his father’s footsteps. On this particular day Daniel was trying to write a paper on gene splicing and had run into a nasty case writers block. He was hoping his Dad could give him a few tips to push him along.

As Daniel made his way down the dark basement stairs and into the messy laboratory he was hit with a wave of disappointment. His sister was right, the basement was devoid of his father’s usual shuffling and bustling noises. The soft hum of electrical equipment provided a pleasant ambiance but other than that the room was silent. Daniel made his way to a desk in the middle of the lab, stepping over books and scribbled notes. Maybe I can find something interesting on Dad’s computer he thought to himself. It was just as Daniel leaned down to sign in to the terminal that he heard the thumping.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Daniel whipped his head up, spinning around and searching for the source of the noise. It was then that he spotted the rows of plastic boxes set against the back wall, every box occupied by a scurrying, furry inhabitant. Every box but one.

As he cautiously approached the cages Daniel caught sight of what he first thought was a rabbit crammed tightly into two cages. Upon closer inspection he realized that the ‘rabbit’ was a huge, furry mouse that had apparently grown too large for its cage. Half of the mouse’s body had expanded through the cage wall and into the container of its neighbor, and it’s tail, trapped between it’s legs, made a loud thumping as it frantically thrashed back and forth.

Holy crap, thought Daniel, If that thing stays in there any longer it’s going to die, or at least seriously injure itself. Dad will pissed if one of his experiments dies. He searched around for a solution. From one of the back tables, by the centrifuge, he found thick rubber gloves. Under sheet in the corner, surrounded by cleaning supplies he found an old cage made of steel wire which looked much more capable of holding Mousezilla.

Daniel returned to the cages with the gloves on and a grimace on his face. Taking a moment to steel himself he propped the wire cage open at his feet and hovered his hand above the mouse cage latch.

Here goes…1…2…3!

Daniel flicked the latch and deftly shot his hands into the cage, gripping the mouse in an iron grasp hardened by countless nights of masturbation. As he pulled the squirming creature from the cage he turned it over to reveal a head and stomach unlike any he had seen before.

“What the fuck…?”

What Daniel had at first mistaken to be a tail was in fact the mouse’s huge, turgid penis. The swollen tuber was throbbing and twitching with such force that it had been thumping around inside the cage, desperately seeking more space to spread it’s girth. Now, in open air, a wave of calm washed over the super-sized mouse and it relaxed, sprawled on its back in Daniel’s hands. It’s mighty member unfurled to a full four inches long and continued to bounce and sway with muscle spasms like a cobra weaving itself back and forth before its prey. After a moment, Daniel noticed the mouse also happened to have four eyes.

“Wow little buddy,” Daniel reached a gloved hand up slowly to prod the mouse cock. “Whatever Dad did to you you sure seem to like- HURGH!“

Like a creamy Mt. Vesuvius, the mouse ejaculated, spewing semen up into the air, on itself, and across Daniel’s face into his open mouth. Stunned, Daniel stood shaking, mouth gasping open like a grouper fish with cum dripping from his forehead to his chin. The mouse looked up at him with as close a look of supreme bliss as a mouse face can muster.

Daniel’s shock was quickly dissipating as the reality of his situation saturated itself into his psyche.

“Ew.” The gentle snowball of a massive freak out was slow to start rolling.

“Ew, ew, ew.” He gently, gently placed the mouse in the iron cage.

“Ew, ew…oh god…” A trembling hand reached up to slick a fat glob of bubonic love juice off his nose.


Helen had roughly 2.3 seconds to glance up from her Cosmo as a screaming Daniel blew out of the basement door, through the kitchen and up the stairs to the second story bathroom.

Huh. She thought. Cum on the face. That might be fun.


As the scalding hot water of the shower ran down his face Daniel dry-heaved again. The spunky mess on his face had been washed away quickly but sticky strands still glued his bangs in knots and the after-taste refused to vacate his mouth. He felt sick. Stumbling out of the shower he grabbed a towel, but had to steady himself against the bathroom sink as a wave of nausea passed over him. His throat tingled. He stumbled from the bathroom to his bedroom and collapsed in a soggy, shaking heap on his blankets. As stars began to blossom in front of his eyes and shivers rocked his body he let go of consciousness and fell into a deep and troubled sleep.


Helen giggled as she pushed Jason Stranahan’s cock up against his stomach slowly, letting it go to bounce lightly in the air. She reached out and grasped it again, pumping slowly while softly taking it in her mouth and savoring the salty taste of pre-cum. She was discovering a very real and very powerful love of cock, the thought of which made her face flush and loins dampen. Jason was splayed out in the drivers chair, his head tilted back, eyes closed in obvious delight. With a classic football-player physique, blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, Jason embodied his stereotype fully with a sizeable dick and shrunken intellect. Still though, despite his mental shortcomings Helen had no qualms with jumping him in the car after their bowling date and whipping out the object of desire she had been so eagerly awaiting to see.

Withdrawing from the 7’’ shaft Helen continued to pump, observing the one-eyed fuck-stick like a kitten waiting to pounce on a ball of yarn.

“What does it feel like?” she asked, coming close again to gently suck on the glans in wiggle her tongue around the cock-slit.

“Ugh,” grunted Jason, “Good, it feels so good.”

“No silly, that’s not what I mean.” Helen took the thick meat up and started stroking with two hands, soft fingers moving deftly up and down, picking up a steady rhythm. “What does it feel like to have a dick like this? To feel it fill with blood and get so thick and hard. Like you. You’re so hard for me. Do you want to cum for me Jason?”

Jason offered a squeak of consent as Helen plunged her mouth down on the tip of his dick, still working her hands up and down. She gulped and slurped like a woman drowning, drenching her prey in saliva and delicious sensation. Jason started to shake and buck his hips, his grip tightening on the wheel. With a throaty yell he started to shoot his load into Helen’s mouth.

As the first wave of salty spunk hit her throat Helen knew she was in love. Not with Jason of course, but with his hard yet softly delicate member. She gulped and swallowed his spunk and then withdrew, allowing the rest of his load to land on her face, gasping and smiling as she felt the last dredges of his warm baby sauce land on her cheeks and trickle into her dimples. With her fingers she scooped up the cum and licked it off, then meticulously cleaned the remainder from Jason’s cock with a long, sensuous slurp. Jason could only look down in disbelief as she finished, tucking him back into his pants and sidling up beside him to plant a sticky kiss on his cheek.

“That was fun.” She said, adjusting her yellow polka-dot dress and wrangling her bouncy brown locks of hair back into place. “We should do that again sometime, but I’m ready to go home now.” Her nipples, nestled like hidden gumdrops in the padding of her bra, were achingly hard. She couldn’t wait to curl up in bed and frig herself into orgiastic bliss while remembering the taste of the sperm she had just swallowed.

“Uh, okay, yeah. No problem. That was uh…that was fun.” The still flustered Jason replied. Helen giggled again at his oratory genius and wondered briefly if she had perhaps sucked what remained of his brain out of his dick itself. She reached down to wind her fingers between his and squeezed gently. Even without being very bright he was still sweet, and she readily looked forward to the hours of fun she would have playing with that wonderful penis of his.

Then again, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. His isn’t the only penis in the world. There are lots of penises. Lots of penises to play with.

She shivered and squeezed her legs together in delight.


Irene let herself into her house and shed her coat, hanging it neatly on the rack. She felt a brief twinge of guilt at having missed dinner with the kids. It couldn’t be helped though, she had been having such a good conversation with Vivian Skaffold, her neighbor from down the street. The two had met for drinks and ended up staying out for dinner. Who would have guessed that a new friend had been living just down the street for the last five years. And to think that they had children who were the same age… Irene and Vivian had joked that they should try to set Vivian’s daughter up with Daniel.

As Irene walked upstairs she noticed that both of the twins doors were closed, odd considering it was still fairly early.

Oh well, the kids are probably just doing homework. She knocked on Daniels door.

“Daniel, honey?” Silence for a moment, and then a muffled groan. Oh no, she thought, he did go to bed early. “Daniel, I’m sorry to wake you up honey, but can you be here tomorrow after school? Vivian from down the street is sending her daughter Amy over with some cooking ingredients.” Silence.

I guess I could always leave a post-it.


Re: The State of Emergency Series - Various Authors

Monday, July 25th, 2:35pm

Daniel’s emergence from sleep was slow and laborious. His whole body ached, the sour taste of morning breath and plaque sticking to his dry tongue like a fungal mold in a petri dish. The lymph nodes in his throat felt strangely swollen, and his stomach was bloated and full. His first lucid thought was the realization that he was probably recovering from having the flu. The second was that, according to his bedside alarm clock, he had missed most of school and would probably be marked down for not turning in his biology paper. The third was that he badly needed to pee.

With a heavy sigh Daniel dragged himself to the edge of the bed, kicked his legs over the side and slowly hefted himself into a sitting position. With effort he hoisted himself up and began the slow trip down the hall to the bathroom. He wasn’t worried about being naked, his sister was off at school and his parents would both be at work. With his left hand he rubbed the sleep from his eyes while his right hand scratched his ass and rubbed his smooth, swollen belly. His cocks created a symphony of slaps and thumps as they swung heavily and bounced off of his thighs, each other, and-


Daniel was suddenly very much awake. He slowly looked down, trying to see what was sending the strange sensations from his groin only to find his view blocked by a stomach that would have looked more appropriate on a woman who was 4 months pregnant. Reaching bellow his belly he grasped a dick far longer and thicker than anything he had felt before. Electric sensations of pleasure coursed upwards from his dick, and the penis he held twitched, wriggled, and then wrapped itself around his wrist.

The run to the bathroom was short and painful. Two minutes later Daniel was laying spread-eagle on the cold tiles with a handheld mirror in his hands feeling like a freakshow gynecologist. His crotch had transformed into a late-night Discovery Channel special. A trifecta of penises, each a foot long and seven inches thick, were arranged around what appeared to be a tight ring of muscle that Daniel’s limited experience led him to suspect was a vagina. The cocks were hard but extremely flexible and as the newly transformed teen focused on his loins he found that he could move the tentacles, curling and flexing them with relative ease. Caught up in queasy fascination, he stretched out one tentacle cock, wrapping the shaft around the handle of the mirror and manipulating the reflection to see his new anatomy better. Over his pregnant stomach (Was he pregnant? Would he give birth to disgusting mouse-human hybrids?) it looked like a pale squid was emerging from between his legs.

What the fuck happened to me? Was Daniel’s first thought, quickly followed by How the FUCK am I going to hide this?

The cock holding the mirror throbbed. Although they were flexible, the penises were still receiving stimulating sensation, and having three of them suddenly alerted Daniel to the fact that he was ragingly horny. His heart beat fast in his chest and his hands nervously rubbed his taught belly as he contemplated jerking off with his new anatomy. It was so strange and new and weirdly…it turned him on. During plenty of sleepless nights rubbing out load after load Daniel had fantasized about fucking all the girls he knew he would never have a chance with, sliding deep into one after the other, going from one to the other and sampling their tight pussies with his dick, enjoying the texture of all of them while they clamored and crawled over each other to get at his manhood. Daniel’s eyes closed as recalled the pleasant fantasy and thought about how much fun he could have with his new anatomy. Now he could fuck as many as three girls at once. His body was heating up, his cocks undulating slowly, seeking out someplace warm and wet to push into. His skin prickled with miniscule beads of musky sweat. He had someplace warm and wet for them all right. His new pussy was warming up, heat and moistness emanating from his slit, his hips gently thrusting. He had soooo many cocks, they would feel so good in a pussy, in a mouth, in-

Daniel started as something brushed his lips. His eyes shot open and he gave a slight yelp as he saw one of his dicks bobbing his front of his face. The tentacle was the same thickness, but had apparently grown from 12 inches to a whopping 25. The mirror lay forgotten on the floor as his two other cocks stood poised at the entrance of his slit, coiled and ready to plunge into their den. In his fervor Daniel almost let them dive in, but the thought of him fucking him…he wasn’t used to his new changes yet. Maybe though, some manual stimulation? You have to start somewhere he thought as he reached out and grasped two tentacles firmly, holding them still and beginning the process of slowly jerking them off. As the heat built again, Daniel could barely contain his ecstasy as the skin of not one but two shafts was roughly handled. Little gasps of pleasure escaped like exuberant cherubs from his mouth and as the inevitable tidal wave of orgasm rose the small part of Daniel that was still noting such things was slightly alarmed by the high-pitched, feministic tones his vocal expressions of pleasure were taking. The wave was coming in fast, and just as Daniel (and his body) were about to be submerged in glorious release…




“Coming! I’m coming!” Or not.




“Chill out, I’m here!”

Daniel finished cinching his father’s bathrobe as he bounded down the last few stairs. His stomach wobbled (was it tighter?) but remained fairly discrete in the fluffy white folds of the large garment. His cocks were wrapped tightly around his thighs, still throbbing with pent up sexual energy. Daniel took a second to make sure everything was covered and then reached for the doorknob. There was a post-it attached to the knob, and he ripped it off, glancing at it quickly as the door swung open.

Daniel, please be home around 3, Vivian is sending over-



Daniel’s body ordered up a triple shot espresso of adrenaline while his mouth locked open and his brain went into overdrive, spinning in circles until it burned out its tires and decided to shut down altogether.

Standing on Daniel’s porch was the subject of every fantasy he had had in the last eight months, the literal girl of his dreams. Straight blond hair framed face that possessed sharp angular beauty, with crisp blue eyes which were currently regarding him in the same way a bird watches an insect it doesn’t particularly want to eat. Amy had been a dancer since the 4th grade, and this muscled svelteness showed everywhere except her chest. Round D-cups, pushing against a tight baby-blue sweater graced the chest of the petite girl and balanced her wide, sculpted tush, which was currently wrapped in black yoga pants.

She stood several inches shorter than Daniel, but right now her presence overwhelmed him. She was a goddess. She was adorable. She was sexy. She was-

“Dude!” Right now she was snapping her little fingers under his nose. “Earth to Danny, Earth to Danny. The mothership has decided to present a peace offering.”

“Uh...” Daniel managed a gurgle.

“Look! Banna bread!” And indeed, as Amy hefted up a sizable loaf of banana bread she flashed a smile that could melt the heart of the hardest criminal and brighten the day of the saddest man. “Apparently our moms are besties now, so they’re cooking shit for each other. Can I put this somewhere?”


That didn’t come out the way he wanted. Daniel tried again. “Uh, house, yeah, in the house. The kitchen part. The kitchen. You can put it in the kitchen.”

Amy looked at him strangely for a second and then pushed past him into the foyer.

“You know, it’s so weird that we’re neighbors, I never even knew you lived over here until today and I know we’ve had some classes but…oh man, is that you I’m smelling?” She stopped as she brushed past Daniel.

“Huh? What smell?” The confused teen was a hop-step-and-a-skip away from a panic attack.

Amy’s face was flushed and her eyes dilated, appearing even more luminous inside then they did on his front steps. Her brow wrinkled with slight confusion as she breathed deeply.

“Dude, you’ve got to lay off the cologne, it’s…whew…it’s good but it’s way too strong. And what’s with the robe?” Despite her discomfort Amy cracked another smile and suddenly erupted with a riotous, twittering giggle. “Oh my god! I get it! You had a Hefner day!”

Daniel’s brain, still rebooting, was too slow to pick up on the reference. By now Amy was bent double giggling with glee.

“You put on the robe, douse the cologne, probably smoked one of your dad’s cigars and spent the day jerking it to old playboys didn’t you?”

“What! No! No way, I don’t-“

“Hey, it’s all good, I have three older brothers, I get it. A man’s got to have some private time every now and then. Don’t worry Danny, I’ll keep it on the down low, deal?” Amy was suddenly in front of Daniel, looking up into his eyes and breathing deeply. It was almost as if she were trying to drink the air around him. Daniel was terribly confused. Her cocky confidence seemed to be slipping on and off, and the Amy looking up at him with rosy cheeks and subtle vulnerability seemed to be winning a battle of personalities. Daniel was quickly realizing that the fantasies he had had in his head usually didn’t involve talking. Amy didn’t tend to act so…familiar, especially around other boys at school. Then again, they had never hung out before, so how was he to know how she acted?

His musings were interrupted as Amy gently laid a hand on his chest.

“So, umm…Where is the kitchen? I’m kind of hot and I’d really like some water.”

Their proximity brought into sharp relief how horny Daniel was, and with a horrified lurch of his stomach he noticed that one of his new tentacle cocks had been slowly pushing its way out from under his robe and was seconds away from rubbing against Amy’s thigh like a meaty cat, desperate to be stroked and loved. She hadn’t seen it though, as focused on him as she was, and with intense effort he willed the overly friendly tuber back under his robe. Daniel cleared his throat.

“Kitchen is right down the hall.”

“Thanks!” Cocky again. And in a flash she was down the hall, blond hair swishing, wide hips sauntering, tight butt bouncing.

Daniel followed, three dicks aching.


Adam Turner was trying to find his wife. Wandering around the legal department with a bouquet of flowers was getting old fast. He could splice genes in his sleep, but trying to be a good husband, that was a subject which always made him feel stupid. He was really hoping the flowers would win him some bonus points, but now he suspected he would lose serious credibility for not even knowing where his wife worked. Grabbing the arm of a passing red-head (my god she’s tall) he quickly asked where Irene turners office was.

“Irene? Hmm, actually I think Mindy is her assistant. In which case her office is right here.”

A confused Adam turned in a circle, seeing rows after rows of cubicles.

“Right here, but one floor up. Let’s get you to an elevator.” Before he could reply the towering ginger moved off, long legs carrying her through the corporate landscape. Adam sighed and followed.


Amy’s head was so warm and fuzzy that she wondered for a split second if she had mistakenly worn a parka instead of a sweater. She needed water. Oh, she thought, I’m drinking water. It was true, Amy was gulping water from glass, head tilted back, tiny droplets running down the side of her mouth. The whole world seemed to be moving in a slow motion, the cool water running down her throat released a sunrise-slow glow of endorphins. She gripped the sink and inhaled deeply, her need for liquids sated; it gave rise to another need that she was all too familiar with. The last time she had felt like this…a rave, summer of sophomore year. Amy’s friend Jessica had picked up some E and…and they had danced, grinding against each other, getting closer and closer until…

Amy’s hand brushed her heated groin at the thought of wet teen lips connecting, slurping, tongues probing open mouths and hands grabbing in lusty greed. Her tight yoga pants were soaked and her legs turned to jelly as her fingers brushed her clit. If only she weren’t in Daniel’s house she could-

“Oh my gosh! Daniel!” She said as she spun around, jerking her hand away from her crotch. She had been masturbating in his kitchen! But looking at him now, god he was sexy. She had never really noticed before, but he had beautiful eyes. Bright…so bright. And his height…perfect, not too tall, not to short. She would just love to be swept up in his strong arms, to wrap her legs around his waist and hold on tightly while he bucked and pushed deep into her moist center. Amy’s hand was being naughty again, this time rubbing and circling her lips. What she wouldn’t give to feel him in her mouth right now. But no, that would be inappropriate. Okay she thought to her insistent hand, just a nibble. It was too late though, she was already sucking hard on a finger in her mouth. Maybe they could just… they couldn’t do what she wanted to do of course, they had just met, but maybe just a kiss. A kiss had never hurt anyone, had it? The lust drenched teen realized she was in front of him again, looking up at his eyes, his lips. They were moving, but slowly, so slowly. They looked good. Plump and firm. And that SMELL…

“Daniel…? I want…I need…”

Her hands reached up, grabbed the back of his head and drew his lips to hers. There was a tiny pop in the back of her skull as her inhibitions imploded

“I need you to fuck me, now!”

“Amy are you okay? I can get you a seat if you-Mmmpf!”

Amy’s lips were soft but her hands were strong as she pulled his head forward and devoured his mouth. A startled Danny left his eyes open for the first kiss of his life, and was even more concerned when a panting Amy pulled back and declared:

“I need you to fuck me, now!”

“Now!? I mean, wait, Amy something’s wrong, let me call your mom, we can-“

“NO!” The short girl was pulling her black pants off, revealing soft, round ass cheeks cradling a bald pussy with moisture dewing on it’s lips. She grabbed Daniel’s robe and pulled him forward, turning to face the sink and grabbing onto the rim. He stared in shock as she spread her legs and began gyrating her ass at him, the smell of her wafting up into his nostrils. She looked over her shoulder at him, biting her lip helplessly, a lock of hair falling over one eye. “Fuck me now Danny! Fuckmefuckmefuckme, please.”

Daniel’s pupils were dilated and his face flushed as his body and brain fought an intense and painful war between logical worry and the desire to breed. The brain threw a right hook (she must be sick, she needs help), but the new and improved body countered with an atom bomb; Daniel’s thick, pulsating cocks erupted out from beneath his robe, two wrapping around Amy’s glistening thighs while the third plunged deep into her pink slit. The battle was over, and to the victor went the spoils.

Daniel’s head lolled backwards, eye’s rolling up into his head as enhanced nerve endings and wet, spongey tissue worked together to send rainbow bolts of molten pleasure into his head. A sound emanated from his mouth, the sort of primal vibration which danced back and forth between a groan and throaty shout, Amy joining his melody with her own high-pitched grunts. Zombielike, he shuffled foreword until his bulging stomach was pressed flush against Amy’s heaving back. His mutant anatomy, pumping dutifully in and out of his partner, shortened in length as he approached, reeling him in until he could begin to thrust his own hips in the rhythm of their copulation. The tiny blond pushed her weight backwards into him, gasping with effort, needing to cum and cum and cum again but being held back from her climax by something she could not explain. Meanwhile, Daniel’s two remaining cocks writhed around her pneumatically pumping thighs, using her sweat as a lubricant to squeeze and rub the soft flesh, holding her close as their host had his way with her dripping snatch.

The sensation of three dicks all rubbing, sliding and thrusting was good. It was great. Actually, thought Daniel from a warm nook deep within his brain, it was fucking fantastic. On the outside, the teen boy was a mindless fuck machine, the whites of his eyes visible beneath hooded lids as drool dripped from an open mouth, but on the inside, deep inside, he had found peace. There was nothing but moist warmness and the comfort of flesh. But behind the serenity rose a mighty tide of cum, and Daniel knew that within seconds it would wash what little sanity he had left out into a sticky, churning sea.

I don’t have balls anymore. The thought drifted lazily through his mind. How am I even going to cum?

Behind him the vast white wave rose and began to crest. His stomach rumbled.

“I don’t know. I think he likes me but seriously, who can tell with guys. I mean, is he just smiling at me to be nice? Or is he smiling at me to be flirty? Or what if he’s not smiling at all, and it’s really more of a leery creeper smirk because he’s just thinking about getting into my panties? I don’t want my first time to be like that. What should I do? Helen? Hey, earth to Helen, honestly…”

Helen blinked and tuned back in. For the last block and a half her sbbffl (“It’s super bestest best friend for fucking life”) Allie had been prattling on about her latest G-rated tryst with the boy from locker 64, conveniently located across the hall from the locker the two friends shared. Last summer Allie, a staunch virgin all through high-school, had experienced a revelatory episode involving mushrooms and a traffic cone that convinced her now was the time to lose her virginity. In the last couple of months though it became apparent that virginity had been less of a choice and more inevitability; Allie, for all her charm and wit, was a bundle of anxieties and absolutely self-sabotaging when it came to relationships. She would have three different translations for a simple ‘hello’, the most extreme being ‘Hi, you’re terrible and ugly, please stay away from me.’ Helen, on the cusp of ascending into womanhood herself, was beginning to find Allie’s obsessions a bit frustrating.

Not that Allie couldn’t get a guy if she just relaxed about it. Helen stole a glance at her friend as she tried to remember what they had even been talking about. A round face surrounded by shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair. B-cup breasts which had allowed them to share bras for years. Allie was a bit thicker than Helen, but in a good way. A soft feminine padding of fat covered her stomach, usually kept hidden by baggy sweaters. She had wide hips and a shapely, juicy ass that Helen knew received glances from plenty of boys when they would go to the mall. Allie oozed girl-next-door, and when she smiled she melted hearts. If she really wanted to, she could have men lined up down the block. In fact, if you dressed her up in something silky, with a nice thong to show off her pale booty she would look fantastic crouched on her knees, lips wrapped around a hot, throbbing-

“Helen! Dude, you are like not even listening to me!” Allie had stopped with her hands on her hips, pouting.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just…distracted today. I’ve got a big test coming up.” Something big was coming up in Helen’s head, and it had been coming up far too often. She was getting a little concerned by the frequency of sexual thoughts that had been flashing into her brain since her night with Jason. “Why don’t you just go talk to him tomorrow? He seems nice enough.”

Allie groaned and rolled her eyes. “Of course he does! All serial killers and rapists were probably sweet little things until they, you know, raped and murdered!”

“Are you saying he’s a-“

“No, I’m not saying he’s anything like that I’m just saying he could be totally terrible! What if he picks his nose? Or pees the bed? Eww, what if he pees on me the first time we have sex? I don’t want my first time to be like that.”

The pair stopped outside of Helen’s house.

“Look Allie, just go home, run a hot bath and think on it, okay? I’m sure he’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

“Ugh. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”


Allie bounded down the steps and bounced off down the street. Helen watched the juicy orbs of her butt bounce and wobble in her tight jeans. She wondered what if would be like to peel her underwear off with her teeth and slid a dick into her steaming hole, gripping her hips and rutting like and animal.

“What the fuck.” Muttered Helen, shaking her head. “I need to get laid. And a sandwich. I’m starving.” Helen gripped the doorknob and entered her quiet house. I hope Daniel isn’t home so I can frig off for a bit.

It was funny, thought Daniel, how his body could feel so warm and fuzzy while his ears could hurt so much. So weird. Not that he minded much. The piercing klaxons were just barely reaching him through the gray fog that blanketed his brain, echoing as if being projected through a tunnel. He could feel them getting louder as he drifted closer and closer to consciousness, even as he fought to stay in the warm grey of slumber he knew it was a lost cause.

Sticky. His cheek was sticky. Everything was sticky. Daniel blinked blearily as he lifted his head up from the cold linoleum and tried to get his bearings. First things first, what was that awful noise? Rolling onto his back had just seemed to make the sounds worse. Dragging his torso upwards Daniel wiped goo (the hell is this? A Nickelodeon teen choice contest?) from his face, blinked his eyes, and nearly fainted again.

His family’s kitchen, once pristine, now resembled a deleted scene from a Ghostbusters movie. Thick, viscous slime (Daniel was still very much in denial about what it really was) covered the floor, the counters, parts of the window above the sink and the unconscious, bare-bottomed teenage girl lying facedown on the floor in front of him. Curled up in a corner, sobbing frantically and trying to dial her cell phone, was his twin sister. Daniel had a light bulb moment as he realized that her screams must have awoken him. Reaching for his discarded bathrobe he tried his best to cover his mutated genitalia and stumbled to his feet.

“Helen? Who are you calling Helen? Helen!”

“Oh, let me grab this real fast, it’s Helen.”

Irene lifted the cell phone to her ear while Adam looked over his menu. The nice little Italian place they had chosen for linner (late lunch, early dinner) was right by work, and he was looking forward to a little face time with his wife.

“Oh honey, slow down, I can’t understand a word you’re saying. What? What did Daniel do? Hello? Helen?” Irene lowered the phone looking troubled.

“Everything all right at our little home on the Prairie?” asked Adam, lowering his menu and reaching for a roll.

“I’m not sure…Helen sounded hysterical, she was yelling something about Daniel.”

Adam laughed at this and bit into his roll. “She’s been yelling about Daniel since the day they were born. He probably just borrowed a brush or used her computer or something.”

Irene smiled at him and relaxed. “You’re probably right. I couldn’t hear them very well but I think she was calling him a mutant or something. It’s probably nothing. Okay honey, what should we get? Honey?”

Adam was frozen with a bread roll to his lips.

Helen and Daniel wrestled on the cold linoleum while she frantically tried to reach the phone had had knocked from her hand.

“Helen, CALM DOWN. It’s still me, Daniel!” He yelled, barely managing to keep her from scratching at his eyes.

“Get off of me you freak! Get off! What the fuck did you do to Amy!? You’re going to eat her brain right, oh my god you’re going to eat my brain too!” Daniel got a hold of Helen’s wrists and tried to restrain her.

“Jesus Christ Helen! I’m not going to eat your brain, all Amy and I did was have se- OOF!” Blinding pain struck Daniel as Helen kneed him in the stomach. It was like being kicked in the balls, multiplied by ten. He was on his side in an instant, and Helen darted up, made a mad dash for the back door and slipped on the mess in the kitchen.

Daniel was hurt, but he still cringed at the sight of Helen slamming face-first into the thick puddle of spooge that covered the linoleum. At first he worried she was unconscious, but his fears were alleviated as he saw her roll over and clutch her face. Helen was crying again, this time in pain, little bubbles of semen burbling out of her nose.

“Helen…” Daniel rasped, stomach still too sore to move. He hated to see his sister in pain.

She ignored him, getting up and, slowly walking out of the room. Daniel heard thumping footsteps up the stairs to the second floor. Rolling over onto his back he surveyed the ceiling.

Well. There’s really no way this day can get any worse.

Amy groaned.

The water was cold as Helen splashed it over her face. Standing in lacey pink underwear she surveyed herself in the bathroom sink mirror and tried to see if she had any more goo on her face or in her hair. She had spit out slime about twenty times and thrown away her toothbrush after going over every part of her mouth. Her clothes were in the waste basket. No way was she ever wearing those again. Great. The side of her face that had said hello to the floor was swelling fast. To top it all off, Helen felt hot and dizzy. Offhandedly she wondered if she had a concussion. The world seemed much brighter than usual. Maybe she was in shock. And why was it so hot in here? Her bra felt tight. Maybe she should take it off. She took it off. Her perky pink nipples looked tiny.

“Gurgh!” Helen bent double over the sink as she felt her insides shift. She thought she was going to throw up. Stars blossomed in front her eyes as she clutched the sink. Her unrestrained chest jiggled, the skin feeling tight and heating up. Not really realizing what she was doing, Helen started pressing her breasts against the cool porcelain of the sink, trying to cool them off. It helped for a moment, but the heat just moved down her body, through her torso and into her crotch. The stars were still spinning in her brain, and Helen blindly ground her crotch into the sink, little grunts and moans coming from her mouth. At first it felt good. The cool sink combined with her thrusting pressure to create an intense sensation on her burning clit. After a moment though the pleasure was replaced with pressure, and with the pressure came pain. Something thick was pushing out of her crotch and up into her panties, and as the pressure built her underwear became tight, the laces digging painfully into her pert butt cheeks. Helen stumbled backwards, tripped over the edge of the bathtub and fell heavily into the cold bowl. Her noticeably larger tits fell and jiggled into her armpits and, like the parting of two round fleshy curtains, revealed a thick, throbbing penis steadily pushing itself out of her panties and advancing towards her face.

The bulbous head looked angry and intimidating as it grew upwards, creeping past the concave of her belly button and pushing on towards the valley of her breasts. Clear pre-cum dribbled from its tip like saliva from the maw of a hungry predator. Helen gasped at the sensation of stretching skin and pulsing blood, the indomitable organ growing in time to the beat of her heart. Part of Helen was afraid of the alien limb, but she quickly realized that another part of her welcomed it, was excited by it, and wanted to say hello to this new part of her quivering body. Past her nipples the mushroom head went, up towards her neck, and with a soft pop, right between Helen’s soft lips. The growth slowed and finally ceased as the head of her new cock passed over Helen’s velvety tongue and tickled the back of her throat. Helen’s eyes rolled upwards into her head and a throaty groan rose from the tub and echoed in the small bathroom.

With gusto Helen began to slurp and suck on the head of her new cock, her mouth stretched wide over a head slightly smaller than a plum and oozing salty lubrication. She brought her hands up to slowly grasp a hot shaft the size of a coke bottle and reveled in the feelings of veins and capillaries carrying life blood to her new rod. Squeezing her elbows together she pushed her soft tits upwards, encasing as much of the shaft between her now D cup spheres as possible. The combination of hands, tits and mouth was intense on the sensitive skin of her new cock, and Helen was exhilarated to feel a hot, lusty pressure beginning to build in her tits. She lifted her feet, hanging out of the tub, and placed them on the edge, using the leverage to thrust her hips up and down, face fucking herself while she reveled in the new sensations. In seconds she was screaming around her dick as her breasts tightened and she felt hot liquid travel down to her crotch and back up into her mouth, exploding against the back of her throat in a delicious syrupy wave. Helen gulped down her own seed as her dick pulsed, her orgasm lasting the better part of 30 seconds. Slimey white goo dribbled from the corners of her mouth and onto her tits, and as her thrusts slowed she let her softening organ pop out of her mouth and splat down wetly on her now C-cup breasts.

An exhausted, sweaty Helen lay sprawled in the tub for another few moments as she came down from the glow of the most titanic orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. Listlessly she noticed that her nipples had disappeared, leaving her breasts smooth and silky soft all the way around. Blowing a strand of hair her from her eyes she eyed her new dick suspiciously as it twitched and spurt out a tiny drop of cum. Her tits gurgled, and she thought she could almost see them swelling.

Daniel she thought, has a shit load to answer for.

At that moment Daniel, again wrapped in a bathrobe, was laboriously trying to drag an unconscious Amy up a flight of steps and into his room, a task made all the more difficult by her quickly swelling breasts. What had been exceptionally perky D’s were now making a merry march off the alphabet and into ‘Holy-shit-look-at-those’ territory. On step number three the twin terrors pushed so tightly against Amy’s clothing that they had folded over the elastic of her bra like soft dough being cut by a wire. Daniel had panicked for a moment when Amy had stopped breathing, and released a huge sigh of relief when her tits surged outwards, shredding hooks and fabric on their tireless march to freedom. On step number seven the meaty orbs exploded out of her sweater and flopped down onto her front where they proceeded to tackle her belly button and smother it between their cleavage. From the cleft of her vulva upwards, Amy was a heavy (and adorable) pair of tits.

Daniel, heaving and sweating, finally managed to drag Amy onto the second story just as her now shot glass sized nipples began to blow sporadic bursts of hot milk onto the walls and carpet. The two knobs had turned dark brown and sat atop 6 inch wide pebbled areolas. Before every expulsion of liquid they would begin to twitch, slowly at first and then faster, finally squirting cream every which way. Down the hall they went, passing the bathroom from which Daniel could enviously hear the running water of a shower and into Daniel’s room. By this time Amy’s nipples had calmed down, but Daniel still capped them with socks to absorb the remaining flow of milk. Covering the buxom blond with a blanket he dashed to the linen closet and grabbed as many towels as possible.


Adam shoved pieces of glass aside with his shoe, looking for any signs of blood or a struggle. His basement lab was fine for the most part, except for the shattered terrarium in which subject MU-239 had been held. That could be… very bad. Suddenly, he heard a rattle from a dark corner of the basement. Moving slowly, Adam stepped over to one of his laboratory tables and kneeled beside it, reaching out to key a passcode into a small metal safe which was tucked discreetly behind several medical textbooks. From within he withdrew a Glock-19, popped in a magazine and cocked it with an authoritative click. Emboldened, he moved across the lab towards the source of the rattling, gun at the ready. The the noise was coming from a cloth covered cage. Slowly, ever so slowly, Adam reached down, grasped hold of the cloth, and quickly whipped it off, taking three fast steps backwards.


“Sweetheart?” came first, followed by three knocks on the door.

“Come in.”

Adam gently pushed open the door and leaned in from the hallway, right hand held behind his back. His daughter was curled up on her bed in a large fluffy bathrobe, hair wrapped up in a towel with Sartre’s Being or Nothingness open in her hands. Adam was struck by how fast his little girl had turned into a young woman, and as he did a quick sweep of the room he felt immense relief that nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was all right. Your mom said you and Daniel got into little disagreement earlier this evening.”

Helen tucked her legs up a bit more before brushing her hair behind her ear and smiling sweetly. “We did, yeah. He decided to use my computer to play video games again and I think it caught a virus. It’s alright though, he helped me fix it. Is mom home?”

“Huh. Okay then. Your mother’s out in the car finishing up a call to a friend. Umm, what was it you were screaming about a mutant or a monster or something…?”

Helen blinked. “I think the name of the game was ‘Mutant Attack’. I don’t really remember.”

“Alright, just making sure… Turning in early?”

“Yeah dad, I am. Is that okay with you?”

Ah teenage sass. There was definitely nothing out of the ordinary here. “Okay, okay, I’m leaving.” Adam lifted his shirt and tucked the gun into the waistband of his pants. His adrenaline was beginning to settle, but he was only done with one of two, and it was Daniel he was worried about. He closed the door softly and moved down the hall towards his son’s room.

Helen waited for her father’s footsteps to fade before wetting her finger, folding the corner of her current page and placing Sartre to her side. Sensuously she pushed her legs out across the bed, simultaneously undoing her robe belt and arching her back, letting the soft fabric slide off of her body. She palmed her smooth, nipple-less tits for a moment, bouncing them and feeling the liquid within shift and slosh before reaching towards her nethers. Licking her lips she grinned and hefted her swelling meat towards her face, hips bucking slightly.

“Come to mama… You and I are gonna have a looooong night.”

The first thing that struck Adam when he gently cracked open his son’s door and performed a subtle survey of his room was the sheer scale of mess that covered the living space. As he pushed the door open to its fullest the purpose for his visit was momentarily overshadowed by a twinge of annoyance at the huge pile of dirty clothes which had staked out territory in one corner of the messy room.

I told him to do a load of laundry a week ago and it’s only gotten bigger.

Daniel, to his credit, seemed unfazed by the post-apocalyptic state of his tiny hovel. Dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants with a laptop propped up on his legs, he glanced up and popped out his earbuds at his father’s entry.

“What’s up Dad?”

“Well, I was just down in the lab and it seems like there was a bit of an accident. Do you have anything you’d like to tell me about our little friend in the basement?”

Daniel cleared his throat and glanced away for a second, obviously feeling guilty. “Oh yeah, umm… I was down there earlier and I saw that one of the mice was trapped in his container. I thought you might be angry if he died so I took him out and put him in a bigger cage.” Daniel looked back at his father and caught a flash of fury in his eyes. “B-but, I used gloves, I didn’t touch anything, and nothing else broke, I swear!”

Adam looked away for a moment and took a deep inhale of breathing. Releasing it in a sigh he charted a path through the debris on the floor and took a seat on Daniel’s bed.

“Look son, I gave you the passcode to the lab because I know how useful the equipment down there can be to a kid like yourself. Hell, if my dad had even one of the machines I’ve got down there I’m sure I would have been in Stanford by age twelve. That being said, I’ve just realized that I never really talked to you about what I do down there and how to work around my experiments safely.

Adam glanced at Daniel and gave a reassuring smile. “I guess I’m just too used to already thinking of you as a full-fledged scientist.”

Daniel closed his laptop but left it resting on his lap. Unconsciously he reached down to rub his stomach through his sweatshirt. “Umm…So just what is you’re doing? I mean, I didn’t look at it for a long time but I’ve never seen anything like that mouse.”

“That mouse was a failed experiment.” Adam chose his words carefully. “What I’m doing for work is, to say the least, cutting edge and very, very confidential. Genetic manipulation. It’s incredibly exciting, but often extremely dangerous. You need to know this if you’re going to keep using the lab.” Adam locked eyes with his son and held his gaze. “Sometimes things go wrong, or get a bit wonky. That is why, if you ever encounter a mutated specimen again you must leave the lab immediately. Don’t panic, because the walls are reinforced well enough to keep most things in, but I wouldn’t want you coming into contact with fluids or blood. Some of the genetic strains I work with can be volatile… infectious.” At the word infectious Daniel shifted uncomfortably. Adam gave his leg a comforting pat. “But don’t worry. The chances of any of our strains being strong enough to infect people is one in a million, maybe one in a billion. We’re nowhere near human trials yet. Still, you can never be cautious enough.”

Adam stood and looked down at his son. “Now, I’ve got to go get your mother out of the car. But I’m glad we had this little chat.” He smiled again. “You’re going to make a great scientist someday Danny. If you manage to clean up your room.” Adam crinkled his nose in disgust and glanced down at his shoe. “I think you spilled something here, it’s kind of soggy.” He turned to leave.

“Dad?” Daniel was sitting in bed, eyes downcast, had on his stomach.


“The mouse… Is it going to be okay? I mean, it’s not going to die, right?”

Adam felt a stab of guilt as he looked at his son. The poor kid probably thought it was a new species. I’d be crushed too if I discovered a new species of super rodent and it suddenly went and kicked the bucket.

“Truthfully? I don’t know.” Daniel looked like someone whose puppy was hit by a car. “But I can tell you one thing. The genetic samples that caused the mutation are still alive and kicking. They didn’t seem to die after being infected and I can see no reason why our well-endowed friend should either. If he’s still around in two days you’re free to come down and visit him. Deal?”

Daniel was looking considerably happier. “Deal, Dad. Sounds good.”

“Goodnight son.”

The door closed and Daniel felt a deep sense of relief. He hadn’t even been aware of how concerned he’d been about adverse effects of the mutation until the question had come out of his mouth.

Adverse side effects besides by balls being in my stomach, having a pussy and three dicks? Amazing how your outlook on life can shift in a single day.

Suddenly the clothes pile stirred and a cherubic face peeked out from under a pair of dirty boxers.

“Hey dude. If we’re having a sleepover tonight can I get in your bed? It seriously stinks down here.”

End Part 1

Next time: What happens when put three teenagers with supercharged hormones and infectious mutant genitals in the middle of a high school? A rambunctious pep rally, curious bathroom encounter and belligerent coach will surely lead to fun encounters. And how will Amy hide her ponderous endowments (and does she even want to?). Irene looks for a way to spice up her marriage with Adam and finds answers in unexpected places. Throbbing willies and ballooning sweater puppies abound in the next installment of… State of Emergency – The Beginning!


Re: The State of Emergency Series - Various Authors

State of Emergency: The Beginning Part II: The Becumening
By Sir Wallace

    Little motes of dust fell like dusted doves through the soft light filtering into Helen’s room. On her dresser a ballerina stood frozen in her snow globe, delicate, with powerfully feminine thighs launching her into the liquid air. Seven o’clock on a beautiful morning and the sun was rising above Helen’s tranquil suburban neighborhood, shining its light on a new and exciting day. Someone of the Zen persuasion might take this moment to reflect on their future, to experience a deep breath and become energized by their own potential. Instead, Helen just wanted to bust a gallon-sized nut into her pillowcase.

    Sweat plastering brown hair to her forehead, swollen breasts bouncing on her chest while her hips writhed and twisted, Helen hunched over the cock-and-pillow sandwich just trying to get off. Her tight ass and toned legs pumped and trembled as she shoved her turgid member back and forth into the pillows, occasionally spiting on one hand and rubbing the swollen head when it appeared from the gap.

    She’d snapped awake about twenty minutes prior nearly screaming, gritting her teeth and writhing on the bed while rubbing all across her smooth, nipple-less and massively expanded tits. After experimenting with her new equipment the night before her breasts had shrunken down to slightly larger than their original size, firm handfuls whch felt deliciously spongey when squeezed. This morning though, Helen had awoken to two throbbing football tits, her pajama shirt buttons straining while vein traced cleavage shoved itself upwards and billowed out of her night shirt. She had groaned, turning to her side and pushing herself up onto her knees, feeling her breasts slosh with liquid while a thunderous erection pushed itself halfway down of her pant bottoms and slobbered pre-cum onto her sheets. In seconds she had wriggled out of her clothes, breasts throbbing, dick hot and ready to begin the process of emptying her tits.

    She could feel cum gurgling in her breasts. Although they were achingly taught and round Helen still felt a warm pride in the back of her mind as she stared down at her bust. Even as she mechanically panted and drooled onto her pillow, even as her eyes rolled and her eyelids fluttered she still believed her tits (sans nipples and all) were one of her best features. She wanted get them back in shape. She wanted to empty them, empty them right into a tight round ass, maybe even into Allie-

    Helen’s eyes flew open as she shocked herself with her own thoughts, but it was too late. Her abdomen crunched as a line of pleasure shot straight from her chest to the pit of her stomach, her mouth gaped and she trembled as the first rush of liquid pleasure came hurtling down her dick, spraying from the tip, splattering across her headboard. Helen pressed her face into the pillow and whimpered as her rod shot again and again, gasping in pleasure and pain as her body crunched up, her tits pulsing as they pushed liquid down whatever mutated new tract existed in her body. She hadn’t expected this much. Almost forgotten, her empty pussy started pulsing in time with her jets. Just as she was about to succumb to pleasurable unconsciousness, the flow ceased.

    Helen collapsed on her side, her new anatomy sliding out of the sticky pillows to flop onto her thigh, an eight-inch slab of flaccid meat cheekily dripping a bit of fluid onto her smooth skin. She slowly caught her breath, looking down at her new member. How the hell was she going to hide this at school?

    “Helen!” Sharp raps knocked against her door. “Let’s go, you’re going to be late for class!”

    Amy was having a personal day.

    She had taken her transformation the night before into a huge breasted, milk orgasming mutant fairly well, all things considered. After avoiding detection from Daniel’s parental units she had waited in his room until early morning. Although her hormones and libido were still raging from the change, Daniel hadn’t wanted to fool around, claiming he had no idea what his new anatomy might do to her if they had sex again. She had conceded to his point with resignation, staring down at his bundle of cocks with hungry eyes. She hazily remembered them having sex in his kitchen. It didn’t feel like she’d been drugged, and Daniel certainly wouldn’t be the type, but her memory was patchy outside of the unforgettable feeling of his ropey flesh coiling around her thighs.

    Still though, she was glad they had hooked up. She’d thought this several times over the night, especially when her new hookup buddy hadn’t given any protest to helping her get off. She had gripped his curly hair hard while pressing his face as deeply into her tit as possible. Looking down she could see his three cocks through his boxers and it only made her hotter. His tongue had played magic over her now marshmallow-sized nipples, nibbling and sucking for all he was worth. That worth, she decided, was a million-dollar orgasm which rocketed creamy milk into Daniel’s mouth. Amy’s new nipples twitched and pulsed when she came, her milk flowing in bursts. She’d experienced it at least three times that night and each time it had blown her mind. Amy’s legs would kick and her back would arch, massive breasts dancing and wobbling as they spewed onto everything nearby.

    Deciding around four a.m that she could make it home in secret Amy has borrowed a spare sheet from Daniel. Sneaking through the house and across the street proved to be difficult with her wobbling frontage, but she eventually made the short walk back to her home. Tiptoeing gently across the foyer and up the stairs to her room, Amy had collapsed backwards onto her bed. The borrowed blanket slid slowly off her chest while her breasts rolled into her armpits and towards her face. Sighing, she rubbed the sweaty undersides of her boobs until she fell fast asleep.

    Now, Amy was having a personal day.

Her family had filtered out to work or school and one of her brothers had left his weed and bong exactly where she remembered finding it last time, so Amy was preparing for a morning of t.v and masturbation. Amy grabbed several towels out of the closet and draped them around her on the living room couch. Although her nipples seemed to spray out of one big central hole the streams could be unpredictable, and she didn’t want to make an irreversible mess of the carpet. Topless, in fresh pink panties, Amy took a massive rip of the bong and leaned back, flicking through Netflix options on the remote even while her other hand began to tease and tug on one turgid nipple. She settled on a show and looked down at her new girls.

Amy knew that at some point she would have to face reality and figure out a way to adapt to what could be reasonably defined as a disability. For now, she was just impressed at the sheer fucking enormity of her boobs. Her body was still small and toned but now the slope down from her collarbone was nothing but smooth rounded flesh. No more cute tummy, her breasts met below her bellybutton, the bottoms brushing over the tops of her thighs as she spread her legs on the couch. Hefting one in her hands she could feel the weight of it. The skin was still tan, free of any stretch marks or blemishes but her new nipples were dark red and hard. Amy licked her lips and leaned forward. As the marijuana brought on a heavy euphoria, Amy’s cares drifted away. Her mouth moved independently of her will, swirling and sucking on her hard tip, waves of pleasure rippling through her chest. It felt better than her clit ever did, and as she lost herself to her senses Amy thought that maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she thought.

An hour and a half-dozen orgasms later Amy found herself absentmindedly jerking one nipple while the giving the other a break. A vicious case of cotton mouth had come on recently, and she managed to pull herself from the couch and towards the fridge, her hand never stopping its rubbing, tugging motions. She’d found that a combination of hand movements was necessary for maximum pleasure and she was currently engaged in her favorite, rubbing her nipple in circles before pressing it deeply into her breast then pulling it back out like she was milking a cow. In homage she grabbed a box of milk from the open fridge and knocked it back. The motion pushed her chest closer to the door, and as she gulped down milk the cool air from the refrigerator hit her swollen nipple, exacerbating the sensations and triggering an orgasm.

Amy choked on milk, frantically looking around for something to hold her oncoming eruption. Reflexively she jammed her big red nip into the milk carton and collapsed heavily onto her knees. Her tits wobbled wildly as jets of milk blew into the hollow carton, Amy squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth. Her other nipple discharged sympathetic squirts of cream onto the floor, but Amy had been discovering that more and more her nipples were operating separately, with equally powerful orgasms. Just as milk reached the brim of the carton and began to drip over the edge did Amy’s flow cease. She gripped her breast at the base of her nipple, pulling it out and flicking the tip on the edge, scraping white droplets off the swollen nub. Her eyes red, Amy stared at the carton for a second before taking another long swig and putting it back in the fridge.

Realizing she was entirely too high to function, Amy decided it was probably a great idea to go back to bed. She grabbed a slice of banana bread off the counter, the bong from the living room and wobbled upstairs.

    “Daniel!” Irene’s hands rapped against the door. She leaned close listening for signs of life. “Come on kiddo, it’s time to go.” A muffled groan inside was all she needed to turn back down the hall. The twins rarely slept in so long, and Irene worried she would have to talk to them about being responsible with screen use before bedtime.

    Although they worked at the same complex, Adam was usually in the lab much earlier than when Irene made it into the office. In the driveway Irene noted his car gone, a bit peeved he hadn’t thought to leave some coffee out for her. She paused to look down the block. She wondered if Vivian was still home. Irene realized she didn’t even know what her new friend did for a living.

    No one answered the ringing doorbell but Irene could hear a television. The muffled echoes of gunfire and a monotone Austrian voice came from within the home. Thinking that perhaps Vivian had not heard the bell, Irene pushed the door gently and it swung inwards.

    No one answered her hello as Irene moved quickly into the living room. The t.v was indeed on, the living room couch lined with wet towels, and Irene felt more and more confident that in the Monday morning rush the family had simply left the t.v on and the door open. Checking the kitchen quickly before she departed, Irene spotted a covered tin. She knew exactly what it was. Grabbing a knife she cut a quick slice of the legendary banana bread Vivian had promised her. It was delicious, rich and sweet with crunchy almonds and a spongey crust. It was so thick it was almost hard to swallow, more like fruit cake than banana bread.

Irene searched her work bag and pulled out her empty thermos. Opening the fridge, she spotted an open carton of milk. It was full, so she filled the thermos a quarter and closed it up, placing the carton back. She would have to text a rave review of the dish to Vivian later that day, as well as decline her invitation to drop a loaf by. She was sure that with a whole loaf of the stuff in her house it would become impossible for her to watch her figure.


    A crumpled piece of paper hit Helen in the back of the head. Turning in the dark classroom she glared behind her, hunting for the culprit. She knew who was responsible, but which one of the three dark figures had it been this time? This was the third ball to hit her in the last 20 minutes and chances were each person in the clique was taking a turn. Helen heard a muffled giggle, caught a flash of pink gum before one of the figures pressed her arms together and Helen caught a startlingly deep glimpse of milky white cleavage.

    Whipping back around the newly transformed dickgirl grasped her hands over her lap and grit her teeth. Her girthy meat stirred under her dress, encased in spandex, the sensitive glans rubbing against the fabric and creating a feedback loop of sensation. Helen’s breasts throbbed and she started to sweat. It didn’t have to be enough that she was being targeted by a group of conceited mean girls, she was also getting hornier far faster than she had been anticipating. It was getting to be impossible to focus with distractions coming from all angles.

    Another ball hit her and landed at her feet. She glanced down to see it was a note, unraveling slowly:

    Throat Slut.

    Helen groaned inwardly. Now she knew why Marina was targeting her. Marina was the last one to date Jake before he had happily pulled out of their dysfunctional relationship and pushed into Helen’s eager tonsils. Of course Marina couldn’t handle it. It was doubtless that her ego had gently processed Jake’s actions as a regression down her self-perceived pecking order. Helen glanced over her shoulder again. She knew that Marina was sitting back there, all curves and red hair and cruel green eyes.

Helen guessed that Marina would probably be wearing something purple. The small young woman loved a motif, and often used the color to contrast her skin. Her pendulous coconut-sized breasts would rise out of a mauve tank top, or strain a periwinkle blouse, small nipples poking daintily upwards as she strut down the halls. It was a common rumor that Marina was distantly related to the famous actress Christina, and with her sculpted chin and wide hourglass figure it was easy to believe but entirely disprovable. Marina was just stupidly blessed in the genetics department and enjoyed surrounding herself with friends who were only slightly less so, but significantly less intelligent. Kimber, an ice statue blond and Jaqueline, an exquisitely smooth skinned and thick assed Japanese girl would be back there with her, giggling at every torment they threw Helen’s way.

Helen felt herself tremble. The stress of the last 24 hours was catching up to her fast. She and her twin being transformed into sex mutants, trying to hide the change, controlling her new body and now, of all the bizarre and insane things that had happened to her, something as stupid as bullies! Helen was torn between wanting to cry or jerk off. Another burst of whispers came from behind her.

That was enough. Helen found herself on her feet, then out of the classroom running down the hall. Okay, not so much running as limping for fear of her spandex tearing down the seam, but emotion was behind it. She wiped angry tears from her eyes and rubbed her aching breast in a gentle circle.

The bathroom was quiet during class and the lock to the stall clicked soundly into place. Grunting slightly, Helen released her behemoth cock from the spandex as she pushed the leggings down and spread her legs. Grabbing the garment, she hung it on the stall coat hook before spreading her legs and gripping her breasts with both hands. They still jiggled, not yet as tight with cum as they had been this morning. The feelings went straight to her crotch and she groaned as her cock torturously began to lift her dress up on its way to its full 18-inch state.

    Helen looked down and sniffled a bit before smiling slightly. Although it was certainly true that she was transformed, that she no longer fit into any model that humanity would call ‘standard’, having a dick was kind of fun. She swayed her hips side to side, keeping her hands off her tool and watching it shift pendulously beneath the dress. Its momentum was unstoppable. Helen sat on the toilet, spreading her legs, leaning back, tucking her hair behind her ear as she awaited the arrival of her plaything.

In seconds her rod had pushed its way high enough where the fabric of the dress fell in a showman-like reveal, the tan shaft ascending before falling again, coming to rest inches above Helens chest. She brought her hands around, gripping the throbbing monster and nuzzling her cheek against the head. She could smell her musk, the scent of her cock was heady and strong, complimented by whiffs of a sweeter scent from her dripping pussy, lonely as it was at her base. Helen teased herself, delivering soft kisses and tantalizing rubs around her glans, peeling back her stretchy foreskin to nibble at the ridge. Her shaft throbbed heavily, precum leaking from the tip, signaling that it could wait no longer.

The teasing Helen had indulged in ended abruptly as she shoved the majority of her plum-sized head in her mouth. As much as she enjoyed the fun, class would get out soon and she didn’t want to be caught with her pants down and a flagpole sized dick swaying in the wind. Gripping her shaft in one hand to steady its throbbing insistence Helen reached back behind her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail, gripping tightly and using her leverage to pull back and forth. If she had a mirror her orgasm probably would have arrived twice as fast; there she was, a petite woman with breasts tightly packed into her dress, her eyes squeezed shut as she skullfucked herself upon her own mountainous rod. Helen began to feel that deep sensation from the base of her shaft, the rippling of muscles and pumping of fluids she was becoming all too familiar with. It was like an out of body experience. Her eagerness to please her own organ was all she could think of, her body writhed, her head bobbed mechanically while her consciousness became her shaft, growing harder and more desperate until-

“Gmmlph! Mmmmf!” Salty liquid jetted into her mouth as she swallowed desperately, trying not to let a single drop slip free. Her cheeks bulged while her face turned red, but like a woman possessed her hands continued to move, twisting while she pumped the pulsing meat. She was her cock, her body was just attached to service the great organ, an extension of her pleasure. Again and again she handled mouthful after mouthful of thick spunk. Little droplets spurted from the corners of her lips as her orgasm threatened to make her lose focus. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, her organ lost momentum.

Helen disconnected with a moist *pop*, collapsing backwards before groaning quietly. She rubbed her stomach through her dress trying to relieve the discomfort. It was tight and full, a copious amount of cum weighing heavily on her gut, but her breasts had returned to their original perky handfuls. “Big guy,” she addressed her drooping member, “I don’t think I can handle a diet like that on the regular.” Someone else though… well. Helen licked her lips as she thought about the possibilities. She always had been attracted to partners hungry for success.

Suddenly the doors to the restroom banged open and a collection of footsteps entered. Helen lifted her feet up, doing a manic toilet dance to try and pull her tights on, stuff her member away while keeping her feet off the floor and out of view. Raucous voices echoed in the space while two stall doors opened and closed.

“Ugh, I know, she is such a little bitch.” Helen grimaced. The voice was undoubtedly Marina’s. A faucet turned on as a bag unzipped. No doubt she had exited class early to touch up her makeup for the next period (which was gym! Honestly.) “Always prancing around like some holier-than-thou-Zooey-Deschannel-one-apartment-four-guys kind of slut!”

“I know, I mean, the worst. The total worst. I just got a snap from Max saying that Mitch from the team, his friend is Donnie and Donnie says she definitely blew Jake in his car. Like, ewww.” That was Jaqueline. Helens ears were burning now. It took very little deductive reasoning to figure out who they were talking about. “Marina?”

The silence did not bode well. There was a clatter of cosmetics on a counter and a human screech. “BITCH!”

“Um, I mean, maybe it was a rumor, right? Kimber, have you heard anything else? Kimber?” There was gagging from another stall.

“God damn it Kimber!” Marina’s voice was ablaze with anger. “If you’re going to puke just woman-up and do it!” A clatter as a stall door was shoved open. The gagging intensified. “While you’re down there- there we go, while you’re down there why don’t you use that pretty little model brain to think of some way we can ruin that bitch’s life?”

All the girls were preoccupied in stalls. Helen realized she had a precious opportunity and took it. Slipping the latch and sliding out of her stall she stole along the length of the restroom. Glancing in the mirror she noticed a fleck of white on the corner of her lower lip. Scooping it up with her finger, she hesitated just as she was about to pop the digit in her mouth. There, on the counter, lay an open container of lip gloss. Queen Bee Velvet, Marina’s favorite. There was no time to think as the gagging behind her turned into a dry hacking vomit. Slipping her finger across the gloss, smearing her spunk into the gel, Helen then booked it for the door.

Looking over her shoulder as she exited, Helen didn’t see Jake until colliding with him in the hall and tumbling to the ground. Looking up, their eyes met and he gave her his classic puppy dog smile. “Hey. I was looking for someone else but I’m glad I ran into you.”

Her dick twitched.   


Daniel was sweating. Not a torrent, but enough for him to notice. Enough to make him aware. As aware as he had been walking down the halls as students bobbed and weaved around him. His walk to school had been annoying, his three flaccid dicks taking up far more real estate in his baggy jeans than he was comfortable with but actually walking down the halls, stepping onto the foyer and being surrounded by the mass of students… If Daniel had any real experiences with substances he would have easily been able to relate the sensation with being high, the enhanced awareness of sights and sounds as a byproduct of some mind altering drug. Everywhere he turned there was flesh. Tight yoga pants wrapped around rotund rear-ends. The napes of necks, the way one girl had her hair braided made his heart skip a beat, the subtle smell of her perfume lingering with him as she rushed by on her way to class. Droplets of moisture beaded his forehead and slipped down the his neck.

Even worse were the responses of students who came into his vicinity. Although he entered the school just as the period bell rang and the student body rushed to class the glances he was receiving from the girls (and some of the guys) who moved past him only exacerbated matters. It seemed that every girl who came within five or so feet of Daniel slowed, turned, locked eyes with him. Their gazes swept across his body and the corners of their mouths would turn up slightly, backs would subtly straighten and steps would have a little more bounce to them as they moved away, glancing over their shoulders to see if he was watching. For someone who was so used to being invisible, the newfound attention was having the opposite effect than what he’d always imagined, putting Daniel on edge, making him hyperaware of his mutant morphology, hidden as it was beneath layers of baggy clothes. Is this what celebrity was like? It must be an absolute nightmare.

Now Daniel found himself frozen outside of his first-period class. The thought of entering late, of every eye being on him as he moved into the room paralyzed him. The teacher, Mr. Whitburn would admonish him, asking his excuse in an attempt to embarrass the tardiness out of Daniel. In response the boy would drop his pants, let his tentacle cocks unfurl and flex, then wrap them around the three hottest girls in the class, squirming into skirts or blouses to give them pleasure, to give them what Mr. Whitburn could never give them in his old miserable life, he would take them on the desk-

Daniel’s pants were writhing and he was doubled over clutching his stomach as it gurgled, the pressure within rising to unbearable proportions. Much like his sister, he turned down the hall, hobbling for a supply closet he knew to be unoccupied. He was desperate, he needed to drain, he needed to drain now. His whole body screamed for release.

“Daniel! Hey, Daniel!” The boy froze. Hurried steps echoed down the hall behind him and before he could process how to deal with the situation Lillian’s bright smile was beside him.

Lillian, Nick, and Daniel. The three had been friends since freshman year, bonding over their experience in the Mathletes, all content with being mentally stimulated while begrudgingly admitting that choosing mathletes as freshmen had pretty much tanked their prospects at a legitimate social life. Lillian was a bouncy, exuberant Hispanic girl with dark bangs, golden skin and an absolutely adorable overbite. Although Daniel had sometimes fantasized about her curvy body, her round handful-sized breasts, her baby-fat padded tummy and deliciously bouncy butt, she had confided in him sophomore year that she had always harbored a deep crush for Nick. Afterwards Daniel’s feeling for her had tempered down to just friendship. She had probably come out of class to call him and see where he was. Now she stood just paces away, her brow crinkling in concern as she looked upon his obvious discomfort. He made a split second decision, motivated more by his body than any rational thought, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along in a hobbling run.

“Hey! Danny, where are we going? Are you going to be sick? Do you need me to call your sisteeeerrrrr-!” He had pulled open the supply closet and yanked them both inside, slamming the door shut. He doubled over, fumbling with the button of his jeans as his quickly swelling stomach pressed tightly against the waistband. If he could have seen in the dark he would have seen Lillian breathing deeply, her eyes becoming bright, cheeks flushing as his musk filled the tight space, her thighs rubbing together in her jeans. “Daniel.” Her voice was husky. He’d never heard this tone from her before. “You better make a move in the next five seconds, because if you don’t I’m walking out of here.”

With a gasp of relief Daniel released the binding of his pants. His stomach pushed out, taught and hot while one his cocks slipped free, standing out in the dark, seeking warmth. He lunged forward in the dark, fumbling for Lillian, gripping both sides of her head and pushing his lips roughly into hers. As their mouths locked she melted into his arms, then his body, pressing herself into him, feeling his hardness throb against her torso while her hands roamed his back.

They separated for an instant, long enough to frantically remove most of their clothing. In the black Daniel felt his trio of phallus (phalli?) unfurl, but he had enough sense to keep two lowered as he moved forward again. Lillian’s panties and shirt were gone, although he could still feel the lace fabric of her bra, sharp pointed nipples poking and rubbing against his chest. He gripped her thighs, pressing her up against the wall and pushing forward, his dick finding her moist folds and slipping inside.

It felt amazing. It felt incredible. More so with than with Amy, unlike his first time this was with someone he knew, it wasn’t as scary or surprising as his previous impromptu kitchen quickie. Lillian spread herself for him, bucking and pushing, grinding her wet mound against his rounded pelvis as his mutant cock sank deep into her warmth. She kept emitting adorable little high-pitched squeaks, grunts, incomprehensible words while her hips writhed and her arms pulled him desperately against her. He hefted her with strength he didn’t know he had, placing his hands behind her thighs and cupping her ass as he held her against the wall. A mop or bucket tumbled over with a clatter, the claustrophobia of the space becoming a warm cocoon to the ensconced couple.

The motions were smooth, his thrusts strong, assisted by his cock’s new dexterity and strength, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. A small thought in the back of his head- More will change her. She needs more. Give her more. Use your seed to give her what she wants. Without realizing it he sent a second cock to rub against the first, sliding against Lillian’s stuffed entrance. It moved downwards, brushing against her puckered asshole as the orifice tightened and loosened with each thrust. Suddenly it pushed forward.

Lillian and Daniel paused simultaneously, each emitting one long groan as the limb pushed itself into her body. Daniel clutched Lillian’s ass, his head swimming as the sensations of double penetrating the petite Latina overwhelmed him. For her part Lillian was stone still, her inner walls trembling as the dual intruders settled inside her, squeezing Daniel in a death grip as she felt the twin snakes burrow into her moist depths.

The third cock made an entrance, sliding under the fabric of her bra to push itself into Lillian’s cleavage, belching a thick helping of pre to lubricate the crevasse. Lillian could only mutter. “What. How. How. What.” Over and over again. Until Daniel bit her shoulder and started thrusting again.

This time, assisted by his pneumatic tentacle dicks and a tripled amount of sensation Daniel could only hold out for a minute or two. Lillian’s whole body had started shaking, heaving as she came and came and came again, her walls milking him for everything he had. The white wave rose in Daniel’s mind again, washing over him as his stomach clenched and several quarts worth of mutagenic sperm rocketed out of three different pipes. In a split second Danny had a sort of religious revelation. This was him. This was what his body had become, what he was meant to do. It was everything he hadn’t been before, but now he knew: If he stayed in the school, he would fuck every girl he came into contact with just like he’d fucked Lillian. It was pheromones or mind control or something but they would be drawn to him and he would be unable to resist. He would change them as they were meant to be changed.

The couple slid apart slowly, Lillian coming down onto trembling legs. His cocks spooled out of her, the one in her ass coming free only after she reached down and applied a little bit of force to help the head pop out of her sphincter. It was followed up by a surprising amount of fluid. He knew even more fluid covered her chest and dripped down her neck. Of all the things that came to mind in the moment, Daniel felt bad for possibly ruining on of Lillian’s nice bras. For long moments the only sound in the steamy closet was heavy breathing. Possible the sounds of Lillian scraping cum off her chest, maybe shoveling it into her mouth, but he couldn’t be sure. He was still reeling, and his imagination was definitely in the gutter.

“So… that happened.”


“Daniel, I… Don’t take this the wrong way, but what the fuck. What the actual fuck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just tell me what that was. What are you?”

She moved forward and he could sense her close, feel her breathing. She reached down and circled one hand around a dick. Than the other hand wrapped around another tuber.

“What the fuck.” she whispered. “I’ve seen you in your boxers, these were not here before.”

“It’s something that happened in my dad’s lab. It was an accident. It messed me up. Amy too. Possibly Helen.” He didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell her how Helen had accidently made contact with his spunk.

“Is it permanent?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I think so. But there’s something you should know.”

“I’m glad it was with you.”

“I-wait what?”

“I’m glad. That we could do this, even with your changes. Nick hasn’t made a move in four years, and honestly, I’ve started thinking about you. Sometimes…” She leaned her head against his chest and her hair tickled him. He was distinctly aware of her smell, her breathing, and she pressed a sticky hand to his abdomen. “I think I like you both, in different ways but equally.”

“I’m glad it was with you too. But Lil, listen, there’s the possibility that these changes, that they’re-“

She grunted and doubled over suddenly, grabbing hold of his arm to keep herself from falling to the floor. She couldn’t hold herself up, and Daniel supported her down to the ground, onto her back. “Oh shit, oh god, Lil, it’s contagious, I-shit. Oh no.” He searched frantically for a light, for anything to see what happening to her, to assess the damage he had wrought. A wispy cord brushed against his hand as he flailed, and a dim lightbulb flicked on, illuminating the closet, filled to the brim with janitorial supplies and one gorgeous, naked, caramel skinned girl.

Lillian breathed laboriously as the changes started, a light sheen of sweat coating her curvy form. She spread her legs and stared downwards as her lower abdomen started to dome outward, a bulge spreading from below her bellybutton to right above her swollen pussy. She winced and gasped as the bulge grew, from a small lump to a basketball to a large backpack sized mass of velvety and erogenous flesh. Daniel could only kneel and watch as the mass pushed Lillian’s legs apart with its weight, obscuring her genitals and lightly brushing the ground between her thighs. Her face kept contorting, as if she were pushing something out of herself, until she tossed her head back and collapsed on her back, bringing her hands up to fondle her breasts. Lillian uttered a wordless shout as thick nubs started to emerge from the sack. Like a cow’s udder, the four nubs grew out thick and taut, four inches long. Daniel noted one major detail though- a familiar bell end began to form on the end of the teats, until the new teat-dicks began to drip a thick creamy discharge.

Lillian wasn’t done though. Her hands flew to her sides and she began to thrust her chest into the air, up and down, writhing on the floor as her breasts swelled with every thrust. Her mouth gaped open in a wordless ‘o’ as her tits expanded, small barely-there brown nipples becoming thicker, swelling to large masses beneath the creamy fabric of her strained bra. Below them dots appeared, two new nipples erupting from her torso in fast forward, swelling into breasts, pushing the originals up and to the side. Her sticky bra snapped open, the clasps failing as the larger upper breasts thumped onto the ground around Lillian’s armpits, milky discharge erupting from the tips and splattering around her body in a messy corona. Her bottom breasts settled to the size of her originals, the nipples larger though and cone like, straining up at Daniel like chewy gumdrops, crinkling in their eagerness to receive a good hard sucking. Lillian’s body relaxed, she was left looking equal parts exhausted and supremely satisfied and Daniel noted that her hair now piled up behind her in waves, small horns poking up through her brunette bangs. She absentmindedly rubbed her hands over the pink flesh of her new udder and turned to meet Daniel’s eyes. She lifted her legs off the ground, toes curling, and her udder lifted as well, just barely revealing the gleaming pink slit nestled below. She couldn’t stop rubbing the udder, kneading her hands into the soft mass, twitching as she grabbed at the leaking teat-dicks and began to milk them with strong strokes.

“Oh god Daniel. I’m glad it was with you.”


Re: The State of Emergency Series - Various Authors


    Food poisoning sucked. It sucked it sucked it sucked. And for Irene, this particular brand of sick was worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life, worse than a forlorn Mexican vacation in the nineties, worse than an accidental flu Adam had carried out of the field and into their bedroom while contracting with the CDC, causing the house to be quarantined for a week.

    Irene’s office was nice. Really nice. An ironic contrast to how she felt at the moment, crumpled beside a large mahogany desk, but when someone was in the best of health, when that someone was a someone Irene was trying to impress, the office did its job in instilling a sense of gravity into those who entered Irene’s domain. A dense turquoise carpet muffled the noise from the bullpen outside, smooth floor-to-ceiling glass looked out across the city (one of the reasons Irene tried to hold meetings in the morning and evening), and a full complement of sunlight-balanced bulbs in the ceiling added a natural ambiance which was simply lost to the typical corporate fluorescents.

    None of this mattered now though, as Irene was curled up at the base of her desk, a puddle of milk slowly forming on the carpet from a tipped over thermos above her. Her blonde hair stuck to her forehead as she took gasping, feverish breaths, stars and bright spots floating in front of her eyes as something horrific took hold of her body.

    Irene began to senselessly drag herself across the carpet towards the windows. She wasn’t fully aware she was doing it until her hot forehead pressed against the cool glass, her eyes cracking open to look at the broad world below. She wondered briefly if Vivian had poisoned the milk, if the open kitchen or banana bread had been a ploy to lure her in, but she quickly dismissed the notion as being feverish paranoia. No, the more likely answer was just spoiled milk, something gone bad in the fridge and overlooked in the chaos of family life. Irene grunted and slammed a fist against the glass, still crumpled on the floor. She really didn’t want to throw up in her nice office.

    Every cell felt like it was being ripped apart. Her head lolled and she took deep, gasping breathes in preparation to vomit but the vomit never came. She heaved, but nothing happened. Irene’s esophagus felt like it was being rearranged, twisting and turning, but no expungement of her stomach acids occurred. She was distracted by a squirming sensation in her panties, a hideous wet writhing motion coming from beneath her pencil skirt.

    Twisting onto her back Irene reached below, hooking thumbs in panty lines and moving her hips to pull her underwear down her legs. She sucked air through her nose, still not trusting her stomach enough to open her lips. The removal of the underwear was an incredible relief; Irene spread her legs and luxuriated in the sensation of her hot sex being cooled by the temperate air of her office. Her thighs bucked once as her pussy squirmed and lifted. She realized briefly that her already full behind was expanding, pushing her up off the carpet. Her blouse too was getting tight, but not as swiftly as her ass was, lifting the skirt up around her waist. Her pussy flexed again, squirting a load of fluids onto the carpet and Irene’s eyes burst open, her head exploding as an entirely new collection of senses overtook her consciousness.

    Looking down Irene was shocked by what she saw. Her pussy lips had plumped up, flushing with color and pulsing open and closed. Between them was a wet tuber, rough on the top and smooth on the bottom, and Irene realized it was a foot-long tongue, curling clumsily around her groin, brushing against her thighs and sliding against her lips. She could feel everything. She could taste her pussy, taste the salt of her thighs, feel the heat and warmth emanating from below her. It was equal parts incredible and insane, although she quickly realized the insanity was not quite done.

    Irene rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself into a kneeling position, head hanging loosely on her shoulders. Her bust jostled and she realized dimly her breasts had grown a couple of sizes, not huge but definitely packing her blouse and bra. Her exposed pussy lapped the air, her new tongue writhing across her pale ass cheeks and then u-turning instinctively to lick her flushed clit. Her back arched and this time she opened her mouth, truly expecting to vomit.

    Instead, what emerged from her maw was only fractionally less disgusting. A thick shaft, slimy with discharge, steadily pushed itself out from between Irene’s lips, which formed an ‘o’ around the extrusion. It was pale and pink, in perfect harmony with her own skin, the shaft thick and smooth, almost feminine, despite it’s obviously male origins. The shaft thumped heavily on the carpet and began to spool on itself as Irene’s back heaved, pushing more and more of the length out of her throat. Finally, her gagging ceased, and she was left looking cross eyed down her nose at a spooled length of no less than four feet of girthy pale-pink cock. Irene breathed heavily through her nose for several minutes, gathering herself.

    Staggering to her feet with the support of the glass windows, Irene took stock. The rope of limp cock thumped limply against her chest and torso, her lower tongue flicking her clit almost independent of her will. Irene grasped her hanging organ and to her shock it came alive, whipping around her arm in a spiral and beginning to flex itself against her skin.    

    With a throaty groan Irene forced it still. Concentrating hard, she willed the organ to unwrap, watching as it slowly loosened its grip on her. The flared head rose into the air, turning towards her face as she examined it. A small foreskin allowed the majority of the head to remain free, and she could feel the air currents as her new cock swayed back and forth. Objectively Irene realized her new organ must have something like a snake’s heat sense, as she could feel the warmth from her own body in front of it, a sort of sixth sense blooming in the back of her mind, the swaying cock feeling and tasting the air for the right combination of warmth and wetness even as rivulets of clear fluid dripped from the tip. Irene felt it move lower, move closer, brushing against her bunched up skirt.

    The meeting of her two new organs nearly caused her to collapse again, falling back against the glass, ass pressing against the window as her tentacle cock wrapped around her flexible tongue and was sucked back into her newly mouth-like pussy. It was a confusing and erotic collection of stimuli, completely alien yet completely right, a 360-degree feedback loop of self-fucking. She came remarkably fast, one hand clutching a breast, the other violently frigging her hard clit, muffled screams from around the shaft which was pulsing and shooting its load into her milking cunt. Irene was an incarnation of the obscene.

She staggered to her chair and collapsed at her desk, her new cock slipping out of her pussy even as her new tongue lapped at the glans, her lips and her thighs, drawing every drop of girlcum back behind the flushed curtains. Her eyes hooded, Irene instinctively began to flex muscles in her throat, feeling like she was taking abnormally long swallows. The shaft of her tentacle dick slurped back into her mouth, its lubricating coating gathering on her stretched lips. The head reached her mouth and with a little effort and a small *pop* descended out of sight. Irene gave a long gulp, then her small hand rose to her face. With an index finger she carefully collected the excess fluid from her lips before lowering her hand to her snatch and flicking her new tongue out, wrapping once around the finger and disappearing back inside of her. Lips smacked from below.

Irene sat for a very long time looking straight ahead. Two calls came through for her and she let them ring until they disconnected. The puddle of milk on her desk ceased to drip and slowly dried. The carpet would smell if she didn’t have it cleaned. Adam would mention it. He had a very sensitive nose.

    This was his fault. She didn’t know how, she didn’t know why, but she knew, in the way only a wife can know her husband, the way only one human being can intimately know another, that this had something to do with Adam. Some of the dots were missing, but she knew it all came back to him. Adam and his mysterious work, in a lab far away from her own office but entirely too close to home. Irene worried about Vivian for a moment. She worried about Amy. She worried about her kids. She worried about whether or not her skirt would fit down over her newly expanded posterior. Her throat clenched. Her pussy parted slightly to allow her new tongue to taste the air.

“Wendy?” The beautiful Asian receptionist would likely be the most immediate answer to her two most pressing problems. “Would you please send a message to my husband’s lab? I’d like to see him as soon as possible. When you’re done, come in here please.” Number one: She needed someone to lick.

“Certainly Mrs. Turner, I’ll be right in.” Number two: She needed a hot wet pussy to cum in.

The rest she would figure out along the way.

Adam’s phone buzzed. A text from the lab receptionist. His wife wanted a word. It was urgent.

He glanced around the room. Maybe he could hold out for a few minutes. He desperately wanted to present his findings from the last few days, to espouse the potential of the genetic rewrites exhibited by their most recent strain of virus. The CEO sat nearby, apparently bored and giving extraordinary attention to his smartphone. Irene could probably wait a few minutes.

Another text.

She says it’s about your home lab.

Adam excused himself from the meeting and tried to make a quiet exit.

    Daniel pounded down the hall racing for the bathroom. He had left Lillian in the supply closet after texting Nick. Hopefully Nick had a leftover camping blanket in his car to cover her and could drive her home before the lunch break. Daniel was desperate to pull himself away from Lillian’s new body, realizing that if they started fucking again they might never stop. Now he wanted to quickly scrub the splattered fluids off of his clothes and out of his hair before making the short walk home.

    Barging into the men’s restroom Daniel was pulled up short by a sight which almost broke his brain. There, in the middle of the restroom was Helen, naked, being lifted up and down on the bulging cock of a muscle-bound behemoth who handled her like she was a toy, standing tall in the bathroom as he used her, hard. Her own cock slapped against his marble cut chest as she bounced against him and with a screech she ejected a massive load into the air over his shoulder.


    Her eyes snapped open and she could only look at her brother with a shocked expression until the hulk began to pound into her harder, her eyes rolling up in her head and her body going limp, entirely out of her control. The last thing Daniel saw before he stumbled out of the restroom was the muscular giant holding the brunette dickgirl tight to him as he launched his seed deep inside of her.

    Daniel sat in shock on the ground. He thought he heard muffled voices and giggles coming from the lady’s restroom, located beside the men’s, but couldn’t find it in himself to care. It was several long minutes until the door the men’s cracked open and Helen sheepishly emerged, fully clothed and looking anywhere except at Daniel.

    “I’m really sorry you had to see that. Although maybe consider it payback for yesterday.”

    Daniel pulled himself to his feet. “Helen we need to get out of the school. Obviously we’re contagious, and I have no idea what the long term side effects of these changes could be. We need to go before we infect anyone else.”

    Helen just stared at the floor and shuffled a bit, clearing her throat. Daniel stared at her.

    “You’re kidding. How many other people have you had sex with before second period?”

    “I didn’t have sex with them!” Helen was defensive now, and her sheepishness at being caught swept away by indignation. “I thought it would be a practical joke, a little payback. I didn’t know we were contagious.”

    “Who, Helen?” Daniel felt a pit beginning to form in his stomach as he definitely heard a giggling shriek come from the lady’s room, followed by a muffled shush. Wordlessly Helen stepped back and pushed open the door.

    At first it was an indistinguishable morass of bodies but Daniel slowly began to make out shapes and colors in the collage. Marina was the easiest to spot as she was squat-standing above the other two girls. From behind her pale skin glistened, the curves of her breasts visible and wobbling with motion. Her red hair flowed, brushing against a pair of glittering insect wings which emerged from her hunched back and flitted unconsciously with her thrusts. Her waist was absurdly tiny, almost pinched together, but her hips had widened to become meaty and thick. From right above her tail bone was a curved fleshy shaft-like structure, which ran about twelve inches before expanding into a large, bulbous abdomen. With every thrust Marina drove her new abdomen down between the pale thrashing thighs of Kimber. Kimber rose her hips to meet the thrusts, juices splattering on the floor from where the girls joined. Kimber was groaning in stereo, and Daniel realized she had two heads, each making out with the other while her four arms caressed her slender body. Jaqueline squatted beside the two, deep throating one of the new eight-inch cocks which grew from her wrist while rubbing the other between Kimber’s two heads, letting them lick and fawn over the thick tip.

Jaqueline looked up and spotted the twin voyeurs as, with a grunt, Marina pulled her abdomen from Kimber’s pussy. Jaqueline popped a cock out of her mouth to say something but was overwhelmed as Marina’s abdomen pulsed hard and sprayed hot white fluid all over the girls, throbbing bulbously as it coated them in warm fluid. The two lackeys sputtered and choked on her discharge as Marina dropped her head, the abdomen pulling back and pointing downwards. The alabaster ginger dropped into a full squat like a frog and Daniel watched with morbidly aroused horror as her ass flexed, her back arched and her wings spread. A bulge appeared at the tip of the abdomen. With a final gasping push, Marina laid an egg.

Neither twin noticed the newly transformed Jake emerge from the men’s restroom, but they did notice as he pushed his naked bulk between them, Daniel flinching hard as Jake’s big limp dick slapped his shoulder. Turning, Jake shrugged sheepishly and gently pushed the door shut.

Helen was the first to speak.

“Yeah, we should probably go home.”

Daniel nodded dumbly.

As they turned to run, Helen remembered Allie.

    Adam stepped into Irene’s dimly lit office. Her secretary was nowhere to be seen outside so he had let himself in. Irene’s blinds were down halfway, casting the office in dramatic shadows as the setting sun tried to push the last tendrils of its light into the room. As Adam’s sight adjusted he saw his wife’s outline in her chair, facing away from him towards the windows, legs crossed calmly, a glass of water held loosely in her right hand.

    “Irene, hon? I heard there was trouble at home.”

    A long sigh from the chair. Irene spun lazily around to face Adam. A glimpse of flushed cleavage uncomfortably reminded him how long it had been he had seen his wife naked.

    “Not so much a problem as a couple of questions. But those can wait.” Irene rose from the chair and Adam gulped. The orange sun did wonders for her silhouette. She looked curvier than he was remembered, and he felt blood rise to his face, and rush to other parts of his body. She set the glass down on the desk and made her way around it to stand closer to Adam. He distractedly noticed the liquid was darker than water, before confirming his suspicions as Irene reached up, took his head in her hands and brought his lips to hers. As their tongues lashed, lips grinding together, Adam tasted bourbon and something else, tangy and slightly bitter. He wrapped his arms around his wife, bringing her close and feeling her breasts press into his chest. Suddenly he felt her give a strange gulping heave, and she pulled away quickly, hand covering her mouth.

    “Hon, you alright?”

    Irene took several deep breaths through her nose before gulping again. “Yeah, just… hiccups. Come here Adam.” She pushed herself back onto the desk and spread her legs, gesturing for him to join her. Small drops of dew glinted on her wet sex in the dim light. Adam moved forward, unbuckling his pants. His manhood was aching, and as he pulled it out it throbbed in the air. Irene took him gently in one hand and gave him several soft strokes, relishing in the feel of his length. He was sensitive, and twitched, almost escaping her grip. Slowly she guided him lower, drawing him inside of herself.

    Adam’s pelvis clenched, his arms drew around his wife, squeezing her tightly as the sensation in her pussy overwhelmed him. He gave a loud, wordless groan as Irene’s pussy gripped and massaged him, moving around his cock in rippling waves, motions he’d never felt before. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingernails dug into his back and he squeezed her back in turn, crushing the air from her lungs in his shock.

    They stood, motionless in the darkly blood orange office, locked together in ecstatic rictus. It didn’t even occur to Adam to thrust, Irene was milking him, her pussy grabbing and suckling on his cock in waves. For her part Irene was fast on her way to cumming, panting faster and faster.

    “Uuuuuuuuuurrrrgh…” She gave a guttural groan as she felt something begin inside of her, waves of pleasure emanating up from her pussy to her throat, her whole body turning into a tuning fork, searching for the key of orgasm. Adam could feel himself cresting as well, and he began to move his hips, drawing out and in with fast, violent thrusts. “Eeuuuurggghh…” Irene could only make squealing animalistic noises and Adam hoped she wasn’t choking. He grabbed her hips and slammed himself into her, until something deep inside her wrapped itself around his shaft and squeezed, hard. Adam yelled, holding his wife tightly as he started to cum.

Over his shoulder, her eyes rolling up, Irene’s mouth cock erupted from her lips and thrashed violently, squirting pearly strings of semen around the office, splattering the soft carpet. She squealed around it, shaking hard as her entire body contracted and spasmed. Their respective orgasms went on for a minute or so until they began to come down off of their highs. Irene’s organ drooped onto Adam’s back and then slipped over his shoulder as she collapsed backwards onto her desk.

    He stared at her in numb horror as the rope-like organ slowly spooled itself up her body, back to her luscious mouth before popping inside. A snail’s trail of cum gleamed on her blouse and chin. His freshly fucked wife looked up at him with sleepy eyes, still struggling to catch her breath.

    “Adam… What’s in the basement?”


    Daniel lay on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling. A small bug was making its way across the beige surface, and he wished so badly he could trade spaces with that bug, to forget about everything happening around him just crawl along, searching for food. His body wouldn’t let him rest for long though. Even now his taught stomach, freed from his restricting jeans, was starting to push over the elastic spandex of his basketball shorts.

    It had been several hours since they had come home from school. Daniel had collapsed on his bed, stunned and tired, passing out in a deep slumber. Helen and Allie had gone to Helen’s room and while Daniel had puritanically imagined they would just be making conversation and doing whatever girls did when they hung out he was awoken mid nap by a loud, pleasured shriek and the low creaking of a childhood bed being taken for a ride its liberal Swedish designers could never have imagined. Now the halls were quiet except for the occasional hushed giggle, and Daniel found himself awake, examining himself in the glow of the evening sun.

    His stomach was quite rotund. Squirming, he removed his shirt and lay down again, staring at it as it gurgled and filled. Placing his hands on the sides he rubbed gently, pressing in certain spots, getting a feel for its give. It seemed to him that there was an obvious, liquid filled pocket forming directly underneath his belly button. Beneath that, the area right around his pubis was incredibly sensitive. Pressing inwards felt like taping his balls had before- dangerously sensitive. He grimaced, remembering the gut punch Helen had delivered yesterday. Had it only been yesterday that he was still… human? His stomach gurgled again, now as large as a woman 3 months pregnant.

    Beneath the doming surface his tentacle cocks twitched. Daniel reached down and felt his trifecta, probing around their thick bases until he found the gash. Surrounded on all sides by male organs, this was distinctly feminine, and it made Daniel supremely uncomfortable to consider that he might-that he did have a vagina. As he felt around the edges he could feel it becoming moist, a warm tingling spreading up from his pelvis and making his breath hitch. His cocks began to writhe as he probed deeper into his own folds. He couldn’t find a clit- not because of his own incompetence but because he didn’t appear to have one. The gentle ministrations did feel amazing though, and Daniel made the quick conclusion that going deeper would probably feel even better. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again.

    Keeping one curious hand on his junk Daniel absentmindedly grabbed his phone and flipped open the lock screen. Snapchat notifications from Lillian began to pour in. The first, a grainy photo from her bedroom of her new udder filling the lower third of frame like some great pink planet, a tuft of black hair peeking over the top. The next a video of Nick, grinning as he rose and wiped his mouth, laughing and falling forward, wrestling for the phone. Then Nick, on his back, panting and writhing, sweat covering his body as he shivered, huge horns erupting from his forehead even as his body seemed to shrink on the bed. The next few stories were a series of pictures. A beautifully shaped pale breast, a solid handful with full moon areola, pouty, swollen lips, what appeared to be the ridge of a cock glans unlike any Daniel had seen before…

    Daniel realized his hips were bucking frantically, two fingers sinking in and out of himself as his cocks curled around his wrists. One tentacle extended itself over his stomach, moving ominously forward until it hovered in front of his face. He realized that he could feel his own breath on the head and was reminded of the age old question high school boys ask each other: if you could suck your own dick, would you? The phone buzzed again.

    This time another video, a selfie of Lillian bent over doggy style while a beautiful raven-haired girl with massive bull horns gripped her wide hips and plowed into her from behind. Sweat coated them both and Lillian’s four breasts wobbled and slapped against each other, spraying milk in erratic bursts onto the sheets. Between the tan orbs the dark mass of her udder flopped forward and back. Lil moaned deeply and pushed her hips backwards, her fat posterior rippling as flesh met flesh.

    Behind her the raven, barely recognizable as Nick, screamed. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cuminnnnnnnggg…!” Lillian barely had enough time to pull forward and spin around, aiming the camera at the newly formed petite woman as she wrapped two hands around her fourteen-inch flat-headed bull cock, her honeydew melon-sized ballsack slapping against her thighs as her hips thrust involuntarily. The skin was dark and leathery, speckled with darker spots, and the dick jerked angrily before Nick screamed, throwing her head back and ejecting a massive load at Lillian just as the video stopped.

    One last picture. Lillian, cum positively flowing down her grinning face, Nick licking her sticky cheek with the caption ‘New Niki. Lots of fun. where r u?’.

    Daniel glanced back at his hovering cock. He doubletapped the screen to record a message and looked right at the camera.

    “Come over. Right now.”

    While the video recorded he withdrew his hand and grabbed a cock, letting the other two plunge into his mouth and pussy.

    Fuck it. When in Rome.

    Allie sprawled out on Helen’s bed, her blonde curls piling into a messy halo around her head. She aimlessly kicked her feet before looking at a very uncomfortable Helen.

    “Where are all your pillows?” She propped herself up on her elbows to look around. Allie’s shirt rode up her midriff and Helen couldn’t help it as her eyes were drawn magnetically to the smooth skin curving gently up from her jeans, seeing the hint of belly button.

    “Uhhm, I spilled soda on my bed the other day, haven’t cleaned up yet.”

    Allie laughed and rolled over, grabbing her cell phone. Her big butt swayed until she settled and Helen gulped loudly, her python pushing slowly down the leg of her spandex. “For someone so smart you can be such a klutz sometimes.” Loud noise began to pour out of her phone and both girls flinched, Allie lowering the volume. “Sorry, Penelope just sent me a Snap, apparently there’s like an orgy or something going on in the cafeteria. Come here, check it out.”

    With trepidation Helen approached, taking the time to soak in Allie’s rear before joining her on the bed. Their arms pressing into each other sent an electric jolt through Helen, and she did her best not to instinctively snuggle into her best friend, to embrace her and pull her shirt up to expose her perky, bitable breasts. Helen breathed deeply through her nose.

    On the screen more snaps were flowing in from different friends. Allie tapped on another from Penelope. It was a scene from the school cafeteria. Penelope was laughing as the camera wobbled and she moved through the space. People were running left and right, bodies coupling together on tables and the floor. In the center of the room was the biggest pile though, a group of transformed people engaging in different levels of debauchery. Penelope seemed afraid to get closer and she stopped, still filming as bodies writhed and fluids flew.

    “This is hilarious” said Allie. “I wonder if this is the senior prank? Like, a bunch of people got prosthetics or something from a sex toy store?” Helen was silent.

    Suddenly one member of the group, a slim brown girl that Helen recognized as their Australian exchange student of Indian descent rose to her feet. She was cradling a massive three-foot cock, and her beanbag sized sack had risen to the base of her shaft. Her stomach rippled, and she leaned back as her abs seemed to stretch outwards. With a scream, her body crunched forward and a massive globule of semen shot straight at the camera. The video ended as the camera seemed to be torn out of Penelope’s hand.

    “Wow. That was so ridiculous.” Allie’s brow was furrowed, and she seemed less amused. “I don’t know how they did the semen trick though, maybe a pump or a hose.” She began to look at other Snaps.

    In one picture a male student had an unusually ribbed penis resting in a female teacher’s mouth while her breasts flowed out of her blouse and onto the floor. In another video three giggling platinum blonde triplets (or at least they appeared to be, with barely recognizable differences between the girls) licked each other’s bald pussies with thick foot-long tongues. Cock hands, centaurs, green men, body building women, more and more transformations flashed by on the screen as Allie clicked through faster and faster. She couldn’t go fast enough. Every student with a social media account was posting transformations of themselves or others. Helen could only watch, horrified at what she’d help unleash.

    Allie stopped on Penelope again. A petite girl with straight brown hair and small but perky breasts, Penelope was standing in a bathroom filming the mirror. She was crying a little, covered head to toe in milky slime and trying to get it out of her hair. “If this is a senior prank guys it’s like, not funny anymore” she sniffled, looking miserable. Suddenly she doubled over. Strangely, she continued to film, looking up at herself in the mirror as her breasts expanded, going from almost flat to large handfuls in seconds. She seemed to be muttering to herself, but stood straight and pressed her chest out, groaning. Her breasts, now big wobbling sacks almost as big as her head erupted forward, tearing her tank-top and jiggling to a stop. Penelope caressed them with one hand, running her fingers along the lips of the mouths that now rested on her breast flesh in the place of nipples. The full-lipped mouths slobbered and slurped at her fingers before one smiled and said “I could really use a cock right now.” The video ended.

    Allie dropped her phone to the ground, stunned. “What’s happening back there?” she asked, turning to Helen. Helen’s face was beet red, her whole body heating up in embarrassment and shame. Her shame didn’t dissuade her erection though, the sweaty shaft now firmly pinned to her inner thigh and sandwiched between her and the bed. Allie popped up onto her knees. She was beginning to become frantic. “Is that why you grabbed me out of class? Helen, we have to tell someone. We have to call the cops, the police, the army or something. I have to call my mom!”

    “Allie, it’s going to be alright.”

    “Alright? Are you kidding? Like, the whole school just got mutated by some kind of sex virus, that is so far from being alright I literally can’t even. I can’t. What do we do!? Does Daniel know what’s going on?”

    “Yeah and we’ve both seen it in person, okay?” Helen looked down at the sheets, nearly scarlet beneath her lightly tanned complexion. “It’s not… it’s not that bad.” Allie, still on her knees on the bed, stared incredulously at her friend until the implications of Helen’s statement finally clicked. She chose her next words carefully, speaking softly, staring at Helen whose eyes remained locked firmly on the bed spread in front of her.

    “You changed too.”

    Helen couldn’t meet Allie’s eyes as she rose to her knees opposite her friend. She slowly pulled her sundress up her legs, dreading the reaction to her deformed anatomy that was sure to follow. Inch by inch Helen’s straining monster cock was revealed. The thin fabric of her tights kept the beast contained, but the material was stretched thin, the pink skin of her thigh and organ showing through the black. The tip had steadily been leaking precum, and it had created a smeared, frothy puddle on the spandex. Helen finally had her dress up to her waist, and she sat there, looking down. The silence was unbearable.

    Suddenly, a small pale hand entered her vision, gripping her cock and squeezing. Helen moaned and her hips bucked forward involuntarily. Allie had a clinical frown on her face while she prodded and squeezed the organ through the shorts. Her grasp was clumsy; Helen knew she had never actually touched a penis before in her life.

    Her ministrations stopped and Allie sat back, staring as the dick throbbed. “Okay, so it’s real. It’s really real.”

    Helen gripped it through her pants, sensation flooding her as she tried to regain control. “Hnnngh… It’s not a joke. I got it from the virus.”

    “So it’s contagious? That sounds like some erotic science-fiction bullshit.”

    “Look at me. It’s not bullshit but it is contagious. But the changes are random. I don’t know how, I just know is it makes everything feel…” Helen gasped as her cock throbbed and belched another load of pre into her tights “…it makes everything feel good.” She knew she’d have to leave soon, sequester herself in a bathroom or the lab and relieve the pressure. The temptation was too much, and this cock was starting to take over her brain. Having Allie in front of her, blue eyes, dimpled cheeks, a fit but curvy body just ready for her to sink into. Helen squeezed her eyes closed and rocked back, putting her hands behind her to support herself. She was trembling.

    Hands gripped her tight waistband and pulled violently. Helen’s eyes popped open at the same time that her dick sprung free, flicking a fat globule of precum up across Allie’s left breast and all the way up to her chin. With one hand Allie grabbed the thick shaft to stop it bouncing, with the other she scooped the clear pre from her neck and popped the finger in her mouth. Helen gasped. “Allie! You’ll change.”

    “I know.” She forced Helen’s legs out from under her and continued to tug her tights off, revealing sleek tan legs while Helen’s big dick bounced and bobbed, the tip hovering just Allie’s shoulder. The tights gone, she pushed Helen back and leaned forward, sandwiching the girlcock between their soft bodies as she grabbed the sides of Helen’s face and locked their lips together. Helen throbbed against Allie’s collar bone even as she wrapped her arms around her best friend and brought her close, their hair tangling together, the world dissolving until it was just them and the bedroom, an impregnable island in a sea of desire.

    They broke apart only for a moment, stripping out of their clothes as fast as possible. Allie’s body was incredible. Curvy thighs, perky, handful sized tits with pale little pink nipples. Her stomach only had a light padding of baby fat, with a hint of abs. Allie pulled off her pants, keeping her lime green thong on and Helen admired her creamy ass emerging, not huge but well-shaped, on the verge of being a certifiable booty. Helen pulled off her sundress and had just barely discarded it before she was tackled again, Allie walloping into her and shoving her face into her friends jiggling breasts.

    A moment of hilarity ensued as Allie tried to find a nipple to bite. She fumbled with Helen’s swollen boobs, cupping and rubbing them with her eyes shut as she licked the wobbling orbs, eagerly awaiting a hard nub in her mouth. She slowed, opening her eyes and staring at the Helen’s smooth frontage. Helen, having watched the whole time started giggling uncontrollably.

    “Was this…?”

    “Yeah, the virus took my nipples.” Helen grabbed her new boobs and bounced them up and down, Allie staring while they sloshed. “They’re basically big balls now, I think it’s where I keep all my cum. Every time I blow I shrink back down to my original size.”

    “That’s like… so weirdly hot.” Allie had sat up on Helen’s waist, above her cock, and was cupping her own boobs now, about half Helen’s size, running her hands over her nipples thoughtfully. Helen felt her dick throb, pressing up between Allie’s ass cheeks and rubbing against the lacy fabric of her thong. She took Allie’s distraction as an opportunity, grabbing her waist, flipping her over and spreading her legs. Allie shrieked in glee and then moaned with lust as Helen grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head and kissing her deeply as the dick between them rubbed against Allie’s clit, butting against the fabric of her panties in throbbing frustration. Helen broke their kiss and pulled herself to Allie, nestling her face in her neck and whispering into her ear. “I want you.”

    Allie couldn’t even speak, only nod as her mouth hung open and she panted. Her hands moved down and she pulled the thong aside while gripping Helen’s thick mushroom tip and pulling it into her boiling embrace.

    The girls groaned in unison, Allie’s walls stretching to accommodate the massive penis and Helen feeling unimaginable tightness as Allie’s lips stretched over her glans, sucking her inside. One, two, three- Helen stopped trying to count the inches, she could only look down and stare as she tenuously worked her length into her best friend. Finally, she encountered resistance and stopped. More than half of her penis was still exposed, but she knew Allie must have seven or eight inches of her thick rod inside of her. Slowly Helen withdrew a couple inches before beginning to saw in and out.

    For her part Allie was almost lost to pleasure. She spread her legs wider, gripping the sheets as Helen built up steam. Soft breasts bounced hypnotically when an orgasm would shake her, her back arching up and moisture starting to form on her body. She managed to peel her eyes open for a moment and the sight of Helen above her, big tits sloshing back and forth, staring down at her friend’s body she drove a massive dick inside of her sent Allie over the edge again. She grasped Helen and pulled her to her chest, delighting in the sensation of their sweaty breasts rubbing across one another. Helen was gasping now, putting her arms under Allie for leverage and slamming into her core. As her body started to spasm she squeezed her friend and shrieked, before blowing load after load of hot cum into Allie’s snatch.

    Allie could only stare up at the ceiling as she stroked Helen’s smooth back and felt her tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She still couldn’t believe she had fucked Helen, not even as Helen weakly pulled her softening member out her dripping pussy and rolled over to lie next to her. Allie looked at Helen, drinking in her body, her deflated breasts, her still impressive and meaty cock before noticing Helen was looking at her too. Their eyes met at the same time and they started giggling profusely.

    “Look at you all tuckered out. Someone needs to do a little cardio” said Helen jokingly, fully aware she was as equally sweaty as and out of breath as Allie was.

    “Hmmm…” Allie rolled over onto her side and was pleased when Helen followed her lead, spooning up against her back. She felt Helen’s thick member lodge itself between her ass cheeks and trembled, growing hot again. “I had no idea sex was so physical. They never teach you that in Health class.”

    Helen kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her way down to Allie’s shoulder. “Maybe next time we could try you on top.” A hand snaked around to grip Allie’s pert breast, playing with the nipple. Helen pushed softly and they rolled over until Allie was on her front and Helen’s full weight was resting on her rump, her cock hardening and working its way down Allie’s inner thigh. “Or from behind.”

     Allie could only pant and nod. She felt dizzy. She couldn’t think. She groaned again this time in discomfort. “Helen, I don’t feel so good… ungh!” Helen pulled back and could only stare as Allie’s body began to morph before her eyes.

    The first thing Helen saw, from her vantage point behind Allie, was a fluttering at Allie’s pussy. The lips and folds, which before had been very petite, discretely hidden behind the fabric of the thong she still wore, began to puff up and swell, her clit poking out ever so slightly, the hole beginning to dew as moisture dripped out. In moments Allie had a pussy which was doing its best to swallow her thong, uncontainable but looking absolutely delicious. Allie’s ass followed suit, rippling as it widened and grew, expanding both in mass and width, broadening until her hips expanded a few inches beyond her shoulders. Allie’s thong had virtually disappeared, swallowed by her new asset, her thighs thickening as well but tapering down to her still svelte calves and feet.

    Allie rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, her eyes rolling backwards into her head as she used four fingers to mash her big new pussy. Her breasts were expanding as well, pushing up and jiggling. She didn’t grow much- what started out as perky handfuls graduated to what would probably be equated with grapefruits. The biggest change was her nipples. The small perky nubs grew red and swelled, shifting downward as small hoods of flesh grew over half their lengths. Helen realized with a shock that Allie’s nipples had become clits, swaying on the tips of her breasts. She couldn’t resist, Helen leaned down and grabbed one in her mouth as Allie shuddered and came, the last of her transformation sweeping over her. Her lips thickened slightly and began to drool while her hair cascaded down her back, pooling up around her on the bed until she was absolutely swimming in golden curls. She came down, panting while Helen lay on her chest. “Wow.”

    The dickgirl looked up. “See? Not so bad. And-“ She flicked her tongue out to lick a nipple causing Allie to flinch. “-you’ve got nip clits!” Allie looked down before gripping her breasts and pushing them up to stare at her new mounds. Meanwhile Helen was working her way down, grabbing the stretched strings of the struggling green thong and pulling them over hips they were never designed to fit. Allie cautiously rubbed her new tips and moaned, feeling the pleasure rocket straight from her breasts down to her pussy, moisture dripping from her lips to run between her thick new cheeks and onto the sheets. New muscles deep within her contracted, desperate for something long and hard to squeeze down on.

    “God, you look so hot.” Helen was rubbing the head of her penis against Allie’s new thick lips.

    “Wait!” Helen pulled back, suddenly apprehensive. Allie twisted and clumsily moved her new body until she was on all fours, fat ass glistening in the air, new breasts pressed against the sheets where she could feel the sensation them rubbing along the fabric acutely. “Okay captain, go to town.”

    Helen grinned and swatted Allie’s butt with one hand while grabbing her rod with the other and guiding it forward until the turgid head pressed fully against her friend’s opening. Allie giggled and then moaned and then shouted as Helen pressed slowly but firmly, slipping her indomitable length into her friend’s pussy. She stopped hilt deep, a perfect fit. Allie’s soft ass felt so comfortable pressed against her abdomen, the ripples of her pussy fluttered against Helen’s mutant organ. This was heaven.

    As Helen rocked in and out she lost herself to sensation. She didn’t hear the sound of the front door over the slapping of flesh, she was too busy watching Allie’s ass ripple with every thrust to hear movement downstairs. Helen was too busy enjoying what she’d become.

    Irene struggled to drag Adam down the stairs to the lab. He could barely support his own weight and had arm over her shoulders, grabbing clumsily at the handrail as they plodded downwards. Adam had rushed them to his car after hastily cleaning up, but halfway home they had to trade as Adam experienced a violent bout of nausea. Irene had glanced over at her husband several times as they sped through the city and into the suburbs, observing his sweat and perspiration.

    Now he was desperately scrambling around the basement lab as she looked on, grabbing syringes, several vials and a rubber band. Panting heavily, he removed his lab coat and Irene saw that sweat coated his body, creating damp puddles on his checkered oxford. His hands trembled as he filled two syringes from separate vials.

    “The virus was derived from my own DNA,” Adam explained “I only made a vaccine that matched my own genetic signature in case I was ever exposed.” His eyes flicked up to his wife, unconsciously licking her lips in worry. “I never imagined it would go this far.”

    Rolling up his sleeves, Adam rolled the rubber band up his arm and prepped a syringe. “This- “he slowly pushed the needle in, focusing to keep his hands from jumping too much. “-is the primer.” The needle empty he withdrew and took a deep breath, steadying himself. Grabbing the next needle he placed it on his arm. “Okay, this is the shot that will- GRAAAGH!” Adam’s whole body spasmed violently and the needle flew from his hand, shattering on the floor. Adam dropped sideways as his wife screamed and ran to his side. Rolling him over Irene saw that tiny bits of glass from the dropped syringe dug into his arm and cheek. Brushing the glass off or picking it from his face, Irene reached for the discarded lab coat and used it to steady her husband’s head as he began to change.

    Adam’s body began to bloat. Like a slow motion chemical reaction his limbs swelled, straining against the fabric of his clothes and obscuring the shape of joints or bones. In moments his clothes had shredded, and Irene was pushed back by soft, fluffy skin as the features of her husband disappeared into a blob which relentlessly grew outwards and upwards. In moments his flesh resolved itself into a perfect sphere, totally smooth with a light tracing of veins until it quivered and began to grow even larger.

Irene covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her face as the thing before her grew larger and larger, throbbing gently. It grew to her height and surpassed her. It grew to her husband’s old height and surpassed that. It made its way to the ceiling where it lost its spherical shape and began to meld outwards, tendrils sinking into the concrete ceiling, enveloping fluorescent lights, the bulbs extinguishing as wire-like growths invaded their sockets. Finally, it slowed, the growth ceasing, the outer shell settling into a gentle pulsing rhythm. At its center a small puckered hole appeared.

“Adam…?” No response. Irene crept forward, trembling. The thing that had been her husband gurgled gently. Reaching out her hand she placed it on the smooth skin. “Honey, can you hear me? Please…please let me know if you can hear me.” No response. Irene placed both hands on either side of the strange pucker and pushed gently to test the growth’s tensile strength. She felt something deep within which was almost familiar. A warmth, resistance in the shape of a form. It reminded her of when she was pregnant, and was that a kick she felt-

    A hand erupted out of the pucker in front of her face, liquid spraying Irene as she screamed and staggered back. The pucker stretched, liquid pouring out as an arm, then a shoulder, then another arm and finally a head shoved themselves out of the object. With a long groan the naked figure of a man fell to the ground with a loud slap. Irene could only look in awe as he rose slowly to his feet.

In front of her stood her husband but not her husband. He was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders, a physique which was unnerving in its inhuman symmetry, his skin completely free of hair or blemishes except for the brown mane on his head. His eyes were piercing as they focused on her, seeing more than just her body, seeing directly into her soul. He began to stride toward her, and Irene caught sight of a massive cock slapping softly against his thighs with every step. The promethean figure stopped before her and Irene looked up into the eyes of her new husband.

Irene was relieved when a smile spread across the giant’s face, his eyes crinkling as he looked down upon his wife. New Adam lowered himself to one knee so he could be eye level with his wife. Irene reached out to stroke his hair, and realized that a thin cord of skin stretched from the back of his neck to the puckered hole in the blob rising behind them.

“What happened to you?”

Adam’s eyes crinkled again, his mouth beaming out that perfect smile. “The virus showed me what I could become. It’s my DNA, it’s part of me… and it can be part of us now too. It can be a new, liberating addition to the human genome.

“Imagine it…” Adam raised his hand and stared at it as it began to morph, splitting and multiplying into two hands, then four, then eight. “A whole world full of love and change. No more war. No more shame.” The hands snapped back into one and Adam looked at his wife once again. “Just pleasure. That is our purpose. Will you join me?”

Irene’s eyes were tearing again as memories from Adam’s first proposal came rushing back to her, the wind in her hair on the bluffs on a local hike. Back then it was just them, partners in crime, on a mission they themselves didn’t know. That was before work, before kids, before mortgages or car payments and now? Now there was a mission, a real mission, and they would be together again. A family. She couldn’t speak, but was nodding vigorously, pressing her face against Adam’s and feeling his lips on her lips, his massive hands exploring her waist, her hips, squeezing her butt tightly. A slurping sound came from behind them, another splat. They separated and Irene looked over Adam’s shoulder in awe as an identical copy of his new body approached, clutching a football-sized egg.

Adam 1 rose before her and she realized they were both hard, perfect cocks bobbing before her in unison, making her lower mouth drool and her throat twitch. “I can’t go far” Adam said. “But I can become many. I’ll need your help to carry the seed to new places. Crowded places.”

“Of course.” Irene couldn’t tear her eyes away from the clones, and they smiled as they saw her need. Adam 2 gently set the seed on the floor as they closed in on Irene, touching her, feeling her, caressing her body and undressing her together. “First let’s make sure you’re well taken care of.”


    In the weeks and months since the initial outbreak the worlds governments claimed a state of emergency, largely restricting international travel whilst various agencies worked overtime to find a cure for the virus. The general propaganda was that things were Under Control, that a vaccine was being developed quickly and that populations should remain calm while they authorities sorted things out. Indeed, it wasn’t untrue that vaccines were being developed and were being deployed; some of these were even quite effective. After the first three months the world ruckus generally died down as the virus became another normality in life, always on the fringes and never quite disappearing completely. It was assumed the vaccines were working but that rare individuals remained unvaccinated, and in the true spirit of humanity’s relationship with abstinence were simply unable to keep it in their pants.

The vaccines never lasted long. Behind the scenes, and to the horror of scientists and researchers, the virus mutated alarmingly fast. In an almost supernatural twist the virus developed new defense mechanisms to almost every vaccine it was presented with, as if it were working side-by-side with the researchers to develop countermeasures to everything they threw at it. At 6 months the larger agencies began to panic as they realized that the public infection rate continued to rise on an exponential level.

To throw additional tinder on the fire, most people were realizing quite liked the virus. After the initial shock and panic of suddenly finding your body and sex organs drastically mutated, the majority of infected realized that their changes had actually stemmed from some deeply repressed desire or other, and that living their true lives was a sort of ‘coming-out’ for them. Life went on, sex improved vastly and aggression dropped drastically. One by one researchers working on a cure began to have ‘accidents’, ‘spills’, ‘tragic one night stands’. In two years the researcher teams worldwide had dwindled down to pathetically small numbers, groups of particularly prudish people hawkishly working against the impossible while everyone else around them had fantastic sex. Eventually it was the ‘unfortunate’ infection of one world leader after another (and a particularly remarkable orgy on the U.S Senate floor between nine teaparty conservatives, kicked off by several infected representatives from Planned Parenthood who had stopped by for a congressional hearing) which led to the defunding and closure of the research facilities fighting the virus.

New sorts of quasi-religions began to emerge. Infected with less visually arresting mutations began to go on pilgrimages to rural villages, small towns, outposts and populations separated from the outside world. They never forced themselves on the residents- instead these pilgrims would find the few in the villages who were daring, or unhappy with their bodies, socially or artistically transgressive. The pilgrim would share the gift, what they called The Seed, with those who wanted it. Eventually, like all things fun and most things sexual, the Seed would begin to spread among the population until eventually the last stragglers would just shrug and hop on the bandwagon in one way or another.

It was in this way that, by 2036, almost 95% of the world population was infected. True to Adam’s word, war and famine dropped by such an extreme degree that humanity began enjoying a new age of prosperity. The future was bright and the stars beckoned from their black cradles in the sky. And as for Adam?

He and Irene were happy. They were together. Their kids were in love, off in college. Wherever she went, she knew he was nearby. Whenever she was with him he was complete. Life was good. Although, thought Irene as three Adam clones penetrated every hole she had, it might be fun to share her good fortune. She hadn’t seen Vivian in a while.

Irene decided to call her old friend up and propose a nonchalant threesome, just as each individual Adam blew spunk into her very core. Life was good.