The P-virus

Story by wazza

So I typically read a lot of tg stuff, but always like a good futa story when one rolls by. Here is another that has managed to make it into my collection from fictionmania, written by Jayson McCaul. It's a simple story, primarily with incest, and hopefully it isn't already floating around here, so it will be something that you folks will enjoy!:)

The P Virus

By Jayson McCaul

The origin of the virus was inexplicable. One day the papers were

claiming it was the product of biological warfare. The next it was a

mutation of a common sexually transmitted disease, most likely genital

warts or genital herpes. For a while witches and aliens were even

blamed. After a while people stopped trying to explain the origins of

the virus, instead only recording the location of a recent outbreak,

the number of cases recorded, and what to do if you displayed symptoms.

However, the media frenzy surrounding the P virus, as it had come to be

referred to, had caused an unforeseen backlash: girls who caught the

virus were reluctant to have the problem taken care of. As a result

they spread the virus to other girls (directly or indirectly), and

eventually came to the final stage where the effects were irreversible,

albeit nonfatal.

This is what happened to 18 year old Julianna Smith, called Julie for

short. She was the most popular girl in school, although her

personality was something that was strictly lacking. She looked down on

most everyone female and, according to the rumor, looked up to most men

from the general vicinity of their waistlines where their reproductive

organs were located.

She was a cheerleader, with breasts that filled out the largest sweater

they had and then some. A DD at least. Her legs stretched from here to

eternity. Her waist-length blonde hair was pale, and her eyes were

dark. Her family was probably of Scandinavian descent, although most

people would eat their hats if she could even pronounce the word.

She never thought she would contract the virus from the girls' locker

room after cheerleading virus. A girl who had recently entered the

final, contagious stage of the infection and left fluids on a bench.

Julie had noticed that the bench was a bit sticky when she sat on it,

but she ignored it. Girls spilled hair care products and other things

all the time, after all. Although she did notice that she was starting

to feel a little itchy in her nether regions. So she showered, changed

panties, and as the itching had subsided decided that was the end of

it.

~*~

A week later Julie noticed the bump. It was positioned in the center of

her perfectly shaved and waxed pubic area, a rosy pink color. Julie was

standing in front of her full length mirror, nude as she did every

morning so she could coordinate her underwear with the rest of her

clothes (since they were just as likely to be seen by the end of the

day) when it caught her eye.

"That's weird..." she said softly.

She poked the bump once, and shivered. It felt strange to her. Not

exactly good, but like she shouldn't have done that. She prodded it a

few more times, and when a tiny clear drop of fluid oozed out she

immediately panicked.

Julie dropped her underwear, running to her bookbag stark naked. She

began to dig through the crumpled papers she threw in there with the

intention of throwing away, hoping this was one of the many times she

had forgotten to do so. Sure enough, the pamphlet was there. A pamphlet

detailing the symptoms of the P virus, given to all the girls at a

special assembly. She remembered because the health department had said

that they would remain at the office after the assembly for girls to

get checked anonymously. Julie and the other cheerleaders had hidden

near the door to make fun of all the girls who got checked.

Julie knocked all of the cosmetics off of her otherwise unused desk,

spreading the pamphlet out and smoothing it hastily. The first page

detailed the first stage of the virus: a rose colored swelling,

sensitive to the touch, that excretes clear fluid when touched

excessively. The pamphlet also stressed that girls should report to

their doctor immediately at this stage, as there is a 90% of a full

recovery.

A knock on the door. "Julie, are you all right?" a concerned voice

asked.

Julie shoved the pamphlet under a pillow and threw herself into the

bed, pulling up the covers. Her hand brushed against the swelling and

she shivered slightly. "I'm fine, Mom!"

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Smith asked. "You're going to be late." She opened

the door and looked around, seeing her daughter with the covers pulled

up to her neck. "You're still in bed? You have ten minutes to get ready

and get to school! Are you sure you're fine?"

Julie knew that she should say no. But then her mother would look her

over and everyone would know she had stage one of the P virus, the

freak disease. Under the covers her thumb brushed the evidence again.

She could skip school, but then the doctor would notif

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