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.
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.
“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.