Pandemic

Story by leeter

While this is chapter 7 in it's entirety for formatting reasons I HIGHLY RECOMMEND reading it in the PDF posted above.

Jackson sat alone in his apartment; he stared at the computer screen, his hand idly stroking the shaft between his legs. A week ago, Jill his girlfriend had told him that she’d been infected with the ‘futanari’ virus. In a panic he had locked her out, not realizing that the initial kiss he had given her was enough to pass the virus on to him as well.

Over the following week it had become harder and harder to concentrate, he was forced to sneak off to the bathroom at the office where he worked to masturbate. His nightmares had come true when he had overheard his boss talking to a contractor, in the men’s room, about merging the two facilities in light of the virus, peeking out; he realized that she was now a futa, as was the contractor. Quickly he had applied for a ‘transform leave’ realizing that there was no way that he couldn’t be infected by this point.

He had broken down that night and called Jill, only to receive her voicemail, “Jill, I’m sorry, I suppose I’m just trying to come to terms with what is going to happen to me over the next few weeks… if you can forgive me, I beg you to call me.” He set down his cellphone, forgetting to plug it in, drifting back to the computer.

Jill cried on her bed, Jackson’s rejection had hit her hard, she had expected him of all people to be there and support her as she changed, she had chosen to be infected rather than put off the inevitable. She had asked her mother who had gone to a futanarization station to kiss her and give her some of her cum.

She lay sweating and moaning on her bed, her fingers plunging into her cunt over and over again, her vibrator pressed against her mons. Distantly she heard the door of her apartment open as her mother came in to cook her some dinner. Distracted as she was she failed to hear the buzz of her phone buried deep in her purse.

One Week Later (Week Three of Infection)

Jake stroke his shaft as he masturbated in his bed, his cock coming up to the base of his sternum now, the member erupted spraying him with his own infected seed which he lapped up quickly. He had thought about going to a center and having one of the nurses help him through the transformation quickly but each time he thought about it, he couldn’t bear the thought of another woman besides Jill.

Over the past week he had only left his apartment for food, and only for brief periods of time, preferring to stay inside and play with himself. His cell phone lay where he had left it, its battery now dead, and several voicemails unheard.

Jill moaned biting her lip as she bucked hard on the massive dildo she has asked her mother to buy her during the week, she wanted, no NEEDED to cum hard. However no matter how many times she groaned in orgasmic bliss, it was never enough. She was in week two of her infection, and that the time would come soon.

Over the past week her teats had grown, her body once cute… but not anything to go to Hollywood with, had filled out in the right places, and lost weight in others. She could feel something beneath her mons now, and there was a definite bulge there, even touching the sensitive skin there was enough now to send her into an orgasmic frenzy, with each passing day the pressure grew. Previously she had been able for short periods to go out with her mother insofar as she wore a heavy pad as if she were menstruating. Now her mother had to force her to break, the older woman sighing and wondering why her daughter hadn’t just gone to the station like she did.

It happened on Friday night, her mother had just left after making her eat dinner. She lay whimpering on the bed, the brush of the air against her mons was too much to bear now; even moving her hands down there was too much. Then it happened, it felt like the largest and most powerful orgasm of her life, her back arched and her cunt gushed over the already soaking bed. Her new cock exploded out of the bulge, the massive shaft just peeking past the top of her cleavage as she came as a futanari for the first time.

Jackson moaned, his voice had become higher than before, and his cock longer, it now was long enough that he could suck himself, something he did quite frequently while wanking himself in his growing cleavage. His mother had pounded at the door for an hour that morning until he had let her in, finally accepting help from another. His mother like Jill’s had chosen the easier route, and already sported a cock of her own.

She rolled her eyes at his excuses for not going to the station and began to clean up the mess, cooking his meals over the next week and making sure the sheets got changed regularly. She forced her increasingly feminine son to wash and bathe himself.

Towards the end of the week his hips had reformed into their final configuration, his bust was now the match of many

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