Pandemic

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 wee