The Virus (Growth, Hyper, Cum Inflation, Loli, Futa, 1st Person)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hi there. I was recently struck by a desire to write a zombie-esque story and this is what turned out. It's intended to be a one shot, but if anyone wants to they can add to it, feel free, I think there's plenty of openings for spin offs. This is written from a first person perspective, something I haven't done for a long time, and so it may be a little... uh, shit? I guess? Well, anyway... Hope you enjoy.

I was having a really shitty day. My job as a teacher was dull and boring, my husband of five years was fucking another woman in our bed, and to top it all off, I was coming down with something. I wasn't sure what it was yet, all I knew was that my head hurt and my body ached, though it was mild. I had kicked my husband out, something he seemed more than eager to do after I threatened him with some incriminating photos, as such I was sitting on my couch, alone and eating a bowl of ice cream. Cliche I know, but it was comforting to me.

I was watching tv, well, it was on and I was in the same room. I wasn't really watching it, since I wouldn't keep the news on; no one needs to hear how great America is, or how many people died in some far away war. Today it was slightly different, apparently there had been a series of gang rapes in the area, though none of the victims were harmed there were massive amounts of semen found in and on their bodies. All victims were women, and it didn't seem to matter what age they were, as it was reported that a women in her sixties was found, likewise a girl less than ten years old was in the same state. Pretty fucking sick, I thought and changed the channel to something less depressing, like The Walking Dead.

Little over an hour later I was tired beyond belief. My eyelids felt heavy and my vision was starting blur. I put the bowl in the dishwasher and started it up, thankful it was quiet, before going upstairs to my bedroom. My husband and I had been making decent money, him being a successful mechanic and my work in a prestigious all girls school giving us a large amount of income. The house was nice and big, though distinctly empty even when the two us lived in it, now it was almost scary how vacant it was. We had been talking about having children not long ago, not fucking likely now.

Our... my bedroom was pretty large as well. It held a king sized bed, surrounded by two bedside tables and two wardrobes, one for each of us. As I stripped out of my work clothes, a plain white blouse with a black skirt, and put on a pair of sweat pants. As I did so, I looked at the mirror. Unbidden, thoughts of inadequacy came to me. Why did he want to fuck someone else? I mean, I wasn't the best looking woman, but I was pretty cute with my button nose, average lips and oak green eyes. I was only average in height, but this worked well with my C cup breasts and lightly flared hips. I didn't work out much anymore, though I often used the on school gym during breaks.

I sighed and undid my hair, letting the dark brown waves fall down my back and front. It wasn't too long, only reaching the tops of my breasts. I put on a slightly oversized shirt with a picture of a kitten on it, and crawled into bed, bringing the covers up to my neck. I was about to nod off, when I heard a noise from outside, promptly followed by a series of frantic knocking at the door. I furrowed my brow and simply waiting, hoping they would move on, but they didn't, instead they knocked again.

“Karen! Please open the door... Please?!” It was my husband and he sounded... frightened. Having been raised with good morals, and eager to see him scared, I did as he asked. I walked downstairs, turning on some lights as I did so and opened the door. Almost as soon as I did so, I jumped back, as my husband stumbled in, with the girl from earlier slung over his shoulders. He quickly set her down and shut the door, locking it.

“What the hell?!” I shouted. I was about to continue, but he looked at me, a look pure fear. He glanced down at the woman from earlier, and I followed his eyes, letting out a shocked gasp as I did so, “Oh my god, what happened?!” I shouted and knelt down, raising her head and checking her pulse. She wasn't moving, but she was breathing and her pulse was steady, if a little rushed. One of the good things about being a teacher is that its mandatory to refresh our first aid skills regularly.

“I-I-I don't know... these people came at us, knocked me out. When I came to, she was on the floor, like this.” He answered, clearly panicked.

“Okay... look you call an ambulance, and the cops while you're at it, I'll get her comfortable. Even if she doesn't deserve it.” I added under my breath, but he didn't seem to hear me. I lifted his whore up and moved her to the couch. As I did so I noticed a strange smell emanating from her. I set her down, and knelt beside her. To my surprise, I was breathing hevily.

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