The Futa Virus

My name is Madison. Up until a few weeks ago, I was your average lonely bookworm whose natural environment was a dark musty library. Yet here I am in my local grocery scavenging for anything resembling food while avoiding the pools of smelly liquid on the floor. We would’ve lasted longer without going outside if my bitch stepmom Cecilia hadn’t left the fridge door open. I swear her fat tits and ass must’ve cost her every brain cell she has. But of course, my angel of a mother forgave her in a heartbeat. It was “Oh Evelyn this.” and “I’m sorry Evelyn that.” Bitch. I still don’t know what my mom sees in that bimbo.

So Cecilia starts getting hysterical and yelling about food, so my mom decides she’ll go foraging. My mom. The saint. Who is also the only one among our group of three that has medical training. So I begrudgingly volunteer to go out instead of her, much to Cecilia’s happiness. If she isn’t eating or talking shit, that bimbo is manipulating others into doing her busy work. Seriously. One time mom and I were reinforcing our door whe-

*KWONGGGGggggg*

I tense up as the unmistakable sound of a pan hitting the ground reverberates through the small store, breath hitching as I immediately plaster myself against the empty aisle. Following the loud crash is a deafening silence interrupted only by the quiet sound of footsteps against the tile floor. But they’re not mine.

Slowly letting out a breath of air, I slink away from the direction of the crash while cowering in the shadow of broken lights and sliding behind carts. Even though I’d only found two cans of peaches so far, the risk of being found was too high with that crash. My backpack ruffles a bit as I move around, the cans sandwiched between piles of old blankets to keep them from knocking against each other. Moving towards the entrance, I spare a glance toward the cooking aisle and barely spot a shadowy figure stalking by the cash register.

Gulping down fear, I become the wall once more, years of being a wallflower finally proving useful now that the world had gone crazy. Staying in the aisle, I scan the surroundings for any other signs of movement, settling down a bit as I confirm that it’s alone. Peeking around the corner, the dark silhouette becomes clear under the fluorescent lights of the store.

It was tall with striking blond hair and a fair complexion, lithe aside from the large breasts that bounced with each unbalanced step. It was a woman. Or it used to be. Sitting between its wide hips was the base of a massive cock, tip leaking precum and throbbing every few seconds. I stifle a gasp as I retreat to the aisle, a mix of fear and something else pulsing through my veins. We’d seen the news of a worldwide pandemic and the “zombies” that it created but this was my first time seeing an infected.

I steady my breathing and peek my head out once more, squinting as I observe the infected lady more closely. Ripped up long sleeve, torn skirt, no underwear to be seen. Aside from its tattered clothes, she looked like a pornstar in the making. Even standing still, her labored breathing made her bubbly breasts jiggle with deadly attraction. A high school boy’s dream if any were still alive.

According to the news, the virus has two variants that affect the sexes differently. The Alpha strain indiscriminately infects women through bodily fluids, forcing a transformation that lasts about ten minutes. For the first half, the host will feel a strong urge to seek out help from other females, often accompanied by feelings of arousal and an urge to finger herself. Then the host will go into momentary cardiac arrest, convulsing on the floor as the virus alters their DNA on the genetic level. After approximately two minutes, the host will have grown a male phallus, typically one that is in the eightyith percentile in terms of length. Once they awaken, the host’s breasts and hips swell a variable amount along with gradual but definite loss of cognitive function. After ten minutes, the host will begin actively seeking out other females to infect, often forcing themselves upon others in a sexual manner to spread the virus. This instinct to infect others is guaranteed by the fact that the host now has an increased muscle-mind connection, able to smash through doors and tear apart the thickest clothes despite no observed change in physicality. Add limitless regeneration and nearly bulletproof skin to the mix and you’ve got an unstoppable force and unmovable object.

While the females are reduced to mindless fuck machines, my words not the news, the males are worse off. The beta strain of the virus is airborne and instantly induces sepsis in all organ systems, eliciting pained screams as the host spirals toward his eventual demise. Despite efforts to treat the symptoms following infection, fatality rates are ninety-eight percent. One of the perks of being a woman I guess.

Taking a quiet breath, I look around the corner again, frowning as I see the zombie standing in place just outside the cooking aisle. It was on the edge of an open space and sat between me and the exit. Just great. Fuck Cecilia. This is all her fault.

I pop back into my hiding place as the zombie looks around, melding myself into the wall of the empty aisle as countless thoughts run through my head. If it found me I would have to endure five minutes of intense fucking from its massive cock, after which I don’t even want to think about. Not a great experience if you’re a sheltered bookworm like me. With my brown hair in a ponytail and small breasts, I was invisible next to the sexy bombshell blondes that seemed to populate my school. Add soft-spoken and average height to the mix and you’ve got a winning combination for years of reading books by yourself and eating lunch with the librarian.

My eyes widen and I sink harder into the shadows as I hear footsteps come closer, taking small breaths through my mouth as my heart pounds in my ears. Was this my end? Fucked to death by a blond babe? A knot forms in my throat as I see the tip of its erect cock poke around the corner, followed by a lengthy shaft and fat heavy balls swollen with cum and long slender legs.

Yet its eyes are unfocused, staring aimlessly toward the patio section as it shuffles past my hiding spot. I never thought I’d be thankful for my small breasts, but here we are. I would’ve cheered if it didn’t mean death by big cock.

As soon as it’s out of view, I retreat deeper into the store, circling away from the undead fuck beast before sneaking up to the row of cash registers again. Now on the far side of the cooking aisle, I glance out again. I don’t see any movement this time. After checking one more time, I crouch-sprint to the registers as quietly as I can manage.

I’ll probably be fucked to death at some point, but today is not that day! I slip into the nearby forest, checking over my shoulder for a good few minutes of walking before relaxing. I can’t help but run my hand along the rough bark of oak trees and slap at the big leaves hanging overhead. Unlike the crumbling desolate buildings, the forest seems rejuvenated. Lush green leaves and rich brown earth decorate my path back home. Unlike the deathly silence that hung over the stores, the forest is still alive with birds and other wildlife, seemingly unaffected by the virus that had humanity on the ropes.

About fifteen minutes later, I see the edges of our small cul de sac. Approaching the forest edge, I quickly do a double scan of the surrounding yards, satisfied when all I see are lawn gnomes and empty grills. Even after weeks of holing up inside our house, we hadn’t seen a single soul, infected or otherwise. In my mom’s words, we were blessed. You see, the government just so happened to shut down travel the exact weekend when all our neighbors were visiting the state fair. As for why they decided to travel during a pandemic, who knows? Maybe it was the indomitable human spirit or whatever. Either way, we didn’t go because of a family-wide stomach bug.

I stalk up to the back entrance, but before I can signal my arrival, the door is already swinging inwards, and my mom is already enveloping me in a tight hug.

“Oh thank the lord! Bless him in all his holiness! I thought I’d never see you again Maddy!”

I try to squeeze out something along the lines of “Jeez mom, close the door first.” But only manage a squeak while squashed into her large bosom. I’d be gasping for air if it wasn’t for years of practice avoiding suffocation. Actually... I think I’m going to pass out.

I gasp for air as Cecilia claws her way between us, shushing my mother while pushing me toward the kitchen with a dismissive look. At some point the bimbo had closed the door behind us, eyeing my backpack like a hungry vulture as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Let’s eat!”

I frown as Cecilia motions for me to present the five-course meal she was so accustomed to wasting, somewhat ashamed of my small haul. I didn’t care if she ended up starving, but mom would probably forgo her share if it meant Cecilia could eat her fill.

I gingerly pull out the two cans of peaches and place them on the dinner table, eyes lowered as the reality of the situation set in.

“What?! Is this it? It took you three hours t-”

“THANK You, Maddy. Cecilia and I are thankful that you risked your life to get food while we were safe inside. We will enjoy this meal like any other.”

I slyly smirk at Cecilia as my mom shut her up with kindness and a firm hand on her shoulder.

Cecilia mumbles something under her breath as I grab the can opener, portioning out one can of peaches while setting the other aside for breakfast. Four small peaches for each of us.

Cecilia doesn’t even attempt to mask her disgust as she sees the mushy peach slices, grimacing as she stabs it into one with her fork.

“Are you sure there wasn’t anything else to eat?”

I barely hold in an insult as Cecilia’s high-pitched whining assaults my ears. Through clenched teeth, I respond.

“Well Cecilia, I’m sorry I couldn’t find an entire rotisserie chicken, I was too busy hiding from the zombie that came in while I was searching.”

The unmistakable clatter of my mom dropping her fork ends the conversation right there. My mom wasn’t intimidating per se, but years of being a head surgeon had given her an air of authority that she could wield just as well as her scalpel. Not to mention her piercing black eyes that could stare down a tiger. She was like a waterfall, effortlessly beautiful yet holding immense power. I’m more like a muddy puddle that everyone just walks by.

We were especially different in the bust department. I’m at most a B cup while she’s closer to an H, and her wide hips and shapely ass gather more attention than mine by the thousands. Even in blue scrubs, her years of consistent exercise shone through in a small waist and low belly fat. For forty years old she looks about twenty-five, her long brown hair tied up into a messy bun that shone with streaks of white from years of hospital stress.

The dream MILF of all young men. Those aren’t my words by the way. I’ve heard enough horny frat guys gossip about my mom behind my back to know she’s probably worshipped by a few. Add to that my bimbo of a stepmom and you’ve got prime material for some horndogs to die for.

I can’t blame them either, I’ve daydreamed about having her kind of assets but at twenty-two, you lose hope of growing much more.

“How’s that sound, Maddy?”

My mother’s soothing voice interrupts my daydream. Crap, how long was I out for...

“Uhhh, yeah mom. Sounds great, anything you want.”

I blurt out, staring at the plate as both she and Cecilia stared at me.

“Alright... So tomorrow we will begin sweeping through the neighboring houses, taking anything that resembles food, clothing, or whatever else seems necessary. Remember, our priority is safety, if anyone sees or hears anything, hide and wait. I’ll make sure the coast is clear then knock on the ground 3 times.”

Shit. That does NOT sound great. The only reason she’d let me go the grocery store alone was that I convinced her no zombies would be around. But now that she knew one zombie existed, she’d assume there were others nearby. This is entirely possible, but I think we would’ve seen or heard something over the past couple of weeks.

“Actually mom, maybe you should wait here. You’re the only one with medical training and I think it’s too much of a risk to put you in danger.”

“Excuse me? What about me? Am I no-”

“Maddy. I know you’re worried. But let me decide how much risk is acceptable. “

Cecilia and I are once again powerless in front of mom’s words, simply nodding along as she explains the rest of the plan. We would start with the houses along the forest, working our way from house to house. She would be on lookout while Cecilia and I go through the house. Since it was our first time going out in a group, our goal is to scout out supplies and their location, then we’d come back another day to bring them back to the house.

NIGHT PASSES

We’re up with the sun the next day, covering ourselves with layers of clothing to minimize the chance of any bodily fluids infecting us, and after eating the rest of the peaches, we don our face masks and hop the fence.

The first house was a breeze. Mom checked the perimeter before standing guard by an exit. Cecilia and I worked our way around the first floor, me along the left and her along the right. We’d then repeat the same workflow on the second floor while mom guarded the stairs. After we surveyed the entire house, we would cover every window with sheets then gather found necessities in the kitchen. If we were efficient, one house would take about two hours to completely explore.

About two houses in, we had a false alarm when Cecilia knocked over a metal coat rack. She swore it fell by itself, but I’d guess she just turned around too fast, and her fat cow tits bumped the thing. Anyway, the crash went off like a gunshot so we all hid in closets and under beds as soon as we heard it. It wasn’t until an hour later that I heard the signature *knock knock knock* of safety.

We spent another hour meticulously combing through the rest of the house on high alert, but nothing else happened. After organizing the food and clothing into piles, we moved on to the next house.

“God we’re still doing this? My feet hurrrrrt”

“From what? You spent most of the last house sitting on the couch!!”

“Calm down you two, we’re almost done, this house next to ours is the last one. We’ll eat that frozen pizza we found for dinner after this, okay?”

Cecilia and I grumble an affirmative as we trudge past her car and into Ms. Johnson’s house. For as long as I can remember, she was my mom’s only friend. I honestly thought they’d get together at some point with all their late-night book clubs wine tastings, but they never did.

Cecilia and I exchange an annoyed look at each other before splitting up in our usual directions. But as I slink left towards the kitchen, a sudden noise catches my attention.

*clink*

It’s almost unnoticeable. Almost. But as I sit and listen closer, I hear it again.

*clink clink*

Eerily quiet, like someone putting away dishes with careful consideration for where each one goes. Was someone else in the house? Now that I thought about it, I’m pretty sure Ms. Johnson only had one car, and that was sitting in the driveway. But I know for a fact she had gone to the state fair that fateful weekend...

I choke down a breath as I peek into the kitchen, glancing around and seeing nothing. Sitting still, I can just barely hear the metallic clink from before, slightly louder this time. Okay. This was not my imagination. Squatting down low, I knock on the wooden floor twice then hide inside the pantry. Two knocks is our signal for suspicious activity.

Looking through the slits of the door, I don’t see anything of note. Yet the absence of zombies doesn’t prove the absence of danger. I’d heard something, I’m sure of it.

“Madison?”

I whip around so fast that I almost knock myself out on a low-hanging shelf of knick-knacks. Yet there she is. Ms. Johnson. Huddled in a ball of blankets at the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide with fear and hope as she looks up at me. I’d forgotten in my panic, but Ms. Johnson had renovated her pantry at some point, creating a slanted cellar of sorts to store her wine in. And now, here she was, hiding in that very same cellar she’d bragged about to my mom.

*clink*

The quiet sound of a fork being put down on a porcelain plate is almost deafening as Ms. Johnson stands up and slowly steps up the stairs.

“Maddy? Is that really you? Are you... okay?”

Hundreds of thoughts flash through my head as I look over the disheveled woman. Her bob of brown hair was a mess, crop top dirty with tears and food stains, and her skirt was way too short for a woman my mother’s age. But above all else, she looked alive. Equal parts hope and nostalgia push me a few steps downwards, one hand up in surrender as I bring the other to my lips.

“Shhhhh.”

We don’t need to exchange words as she ascends the rest of the stairs in record time, embracing me in a hug equally deadly and full of bosom as my mom’s. She pulls away only long enough to look into my eyes, searching for the answer to a question I don’t know. She pulls me into another hug as tears start dripping down her face. Weirdly enough, she still smells like freshly baked chocolate cookies, just like every other time she’s hugged me.

“We can’t stay here. There’s a pack of zombies heading our direction.”

I tense up as she whispers the alarming news in my ear. Not exactly the hopeful words I’d hoped to hear. Maybe an “I missed you.” or “Where’s your mom?” Not “The place you’re staying in is unsafe and your time on this earth is finite.”

I pull away from her death grip, leaving just our hands touching as I whisper my questions.

“Ms. Johnson, what are you doing here? How are you here? I thought you went to the fair?”

“I did! I did sweety! My heavens it was the worst mistake of my life! As soon as crap hit the fan, everyone panicked, and the army confiscated all our phones! Can you believe that? But suddenly these horny zombies started popping up left and right! It was like a scene out of a movie! I somehow got into my car and took off while the army was busy with the perverts. I’ve been barely surviving in my car on my emergency snacks for weeks now. I took backroad after backroad and only managed to get home last night!”

By the end of her rant, the tears were flowing again, and she was back to sobbing on my jacket, but I didn’t mind. In my mom’s words, it’s a blessing that she’s even alive. But one thought kept nagging at me. After some more crying, I pull away.

“How do you know we’re not safe here? What happened?”

“I saw them! There was this huge pack of zombies moving toward us, dicks swinging in the breeze without a care in the world.”

Ms. Johnson’s eyes go hazy for a second as she recalls the scene, licking her lips and gulping as she continues in hushed whispers.

“Listen, Maddy, I don’t know where this darned virus started, but I know this. We only have a few days before the horde arrives and I’ll be damned if I don’t visit Florida before I become a hung pervert!”

I can’t help but crack a smile as Ms. Johnson’s obsession with visiting Florida shines through. Even in the direst of situations, she couldn’t stop fantasizing about visiting the strange state.

“What are you smiling for? Did I say something funny?”

I cough away the smile as I focus again, quickly summarizing the past few weeks with Cecilia and my mom.

“Well we need to grab your mom, that whore Cecilia, whatever food we can carry, then book it out of town!”

“Agreed on all fronts. I’m sure my mom will be ecstatic to see you again.”

But just as I’m pulling Ms. Johnson up the steps, she lags for a second.

“Hold up honey, I wanna sip the canteen water I got from the army before we go. Check if it’s potable and whatnot. I’ll need to dump it and refill for the road otherwise.”

I nod an affirmative as she walks down the steps, knocking three times on the wood to signal safety to the others. Opening the pantry door, I step out and take a deep breath. I only have a momentary reprieve as Cecilia’s tits enter the kitchen from her side, followed by her pissed-off face.

“What the hell was that?!”

She half whispers half yells, obviously upset at hiding in whatever cubby she’d found for the last hour while scared for her life.

“Listen, you won’t believe this but I found Ms. Johnson!”

Cecilia squints as she interprets my whispers, drawing a circle on the side of her head as she points at me.

“No Cecilia. I am not crazy. She’s- Ah! Here she is!”

I start to point at Ms. Johnson as I feel her hand grab my belt from behind, but her grip on the back of my belt keeps me from turning.

“Ms. Johnson. I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m j-”

My blood runs cold as I look over my shoulder, smile dissipating as I make eye contact with a now crazed-looking woman whose eyes are fixated on my ass while her hand frantically rubs her raw pussy lips.

“HOLY F-”

Before I can complete the scream, Ms. Johnson has spun me around and grabbed my shoulders, leaning in so close I can smell the granola on her breath, even through multiple layers of mask.

“Maddy~ Oh young fertile Maddy~ Won’t you play with your aunt Janice? I’ve been so lonely for WEEKS! Just masturbating in my car while watching those hung monsters wander around! That can drive a woman wild! I need you to help me. Please help me! Just a taste! Just a small itsy-bitsy taste of your tongue!”

I thrash around and crane my neck this way and that as Ms. Johnson repeatedly tries to kiss me, slobbering everywhere with her sloppy attempts to make out.

“C-CECILIA! HELP!!!”

I scream as loud as I can while reaching for her, eyes fixated on my one chance of escape while Ms. Johnson continues to tear away at my clothing. The thick jacket was barely holding her off. For now.

“Maddy~ Come on~ Don’t you want me? I swear it’ll feel good! Real good! Just let me in!”

As if to emphasize her point, the slobbering mess of a woman that used to be Ms. Johnson licks up my face mask, covering the plastic cover with a layer of dense infective DNA. It was only a matter of time before she realized the thing could be knocked off with one good swipe.

“CECILIA! WHAT ARE Y-”

Time seems to freeze as I meet her eye line. Her big brown eyes are filled with fear. Her shoulder-length brown hair is mid-sway as she steps back, and yet, the edges of her mouth are curled upwards, half frown, half... smile? Was she smiling as I fought for my life?

“Cecilia what’s all the commotION!”

Tears are welling up as my mom walks out from behind Cecilia, panic entering her voice as the sight of her best friend assaulting her only daughter begins to process.

With only a moment of hesitation, mom grabs a knife from the kitchen counter and stabs it into Ms. Johnson’s arm, sawing at the joint until she lets go. But the monster barely feels it, finally knocking away my plastic face mask and latching her lips onto the bandana covering my mouth, lapping her tongue against the cloth as she makes out with me through it.

All my strength leaves me as I feel the beginnings of infection creep in. A slow fire building in my loins. A gradual haze that clouds my thoughts. And worst of all, the urge to hug my mother and rub myself against her beautiful white skin.

“Oh? Is that you Evelyn? Mmmmm. Your tits look just as voluptuous and fuckable as ever! Don’t worry hun, I’ll be with you just as soon as I’m done with Maddy here. Maybe you and Cecilia can join in too!”

In the moment Ms. Johnson speaks, I realize what I must do. I pull down the mask, mouthing a quiet “I love you.” to my mom before grabbing Ms. Johnson’s face and pulling her in for a raw unobstructed kiss.

“Ohm! Mmm! Maddy! Mmmhmm! Ohhhmm!”

Ms. Johnson, no, Janice moans my name as I lean into her advance, wrestling her tongue with mine as her arms begin to explore the rest of my body in a hurried mess of groping and feeling. This gives me just enough time to grab her waist, pulling the two of us back into the cellar and tumbling down the steps in a series of sensual moans and grunts.

Even as we’re rolling down the stairs, I can hear the pantry door slam shut. And through that shut door a single gut-wrenching sob from my mom, then silence. The only sound in the small cellar is Janice and I’s voices filled with arousal and wanton lust for one another. Mom would probably be crying for a while, but Cecilia would drag her away to somewhere safe. It was oddly comforting that I could depend on Cecilia to act as selfishly as possible.

The two of us land in a mess of arms and legs, hungrily tasting each other’s spit while ripping the clothing off each other. I’ve fallen on top of her, just where I want to be. I tear off her crop top, warmth filling my hands as her DD cup breasts spill out of my small hands. I can’t help but hump her with my entire body. It just feels so GOOD! So RIGHT! Her nipples poke at me, leaving a hot trail of pleasure wherever they touch. Our relationship doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. All I can think about is the white-hot arousal coursing through my entire body like fire. I can feel my mound throbbing as I hump her plump high.

“Maddy~ Mmmm~ Mad-”

Like clockwork, Janice passes out mid-moan. Hands falling from my breasts as her eyes flutter closed, breasts jiggling as she begins to convulse. I don’t care. A small part of me is worried about what happens when she wakes up, but a larger part of me is concerned only with sating my thirst. I’m so thirsty. I NEED to drink something. Something sweet. Something moist.

I slide lower on Janice’s outstretched body, tearing off her skirt as I open her legs. To my utter delight, her panties are nonexistent. I wrap my arms around her thighs as my tongue lunges for a taste, driving my tongue into her wet hot depths to drink. I slurp and suckle and worship every inch of her pussy, sinking deeper into debauchery with each passing second.

The experience was almost spiritual, I could see myself in my mind’s eye, eating out Ms. Johnson like a wild beast in heat. Slurping at her labia, sucking on her clit, tracing her insides with my tongue. I’m connected to her bottom, Janice’s hefty ass filling up my arms as I become a parasite of lust.

I watch in rapt horror as her lovable little clit begins swelling, elongating toward the ceiling as two little lumps of flesh separate from the shaft. The shaft becomes girthier by the second, followed by the tip swelling into a mushroom shape and changing color to become a lighter shade. Desperately eating out my former babysitter and secondary mother figure, I relish the feeling of two heavy orbs sagging onto my forehead, their weight inflating till the two round balls have obstructed my forehead completely.

Licking up her labia, I pool my efforts into polishing her balls, slathering the wrinkly jewels with a mix of spit and girlcum. Up close, I can see just how fat a cock she’s sporting, the monstrous member reaching far above my head as a white monolith of flesh.

Just as I’m about to worship her shaft, I feel a hand wrap up my hair in a tight fist, forcing me to go back down to her dripping-wet snatch. As the wet temple welcomes me back, I can see Janice’s other hand wrap around her shaft, gingerly touching it a few times before devolving into a rapid jerking motion meant to milk out the cum stored in her heavy new ballsack.

“Oh Maddy~ You’re so good at this! I can feel something coming! It’s- It’s- UNNNHHHH!!!”

Like a volcanic eruption, the tip of her cock explodes with a flood of white. Chunky off-white spunk rains down on me like warm rainfall, pooling in my open mouth momentarily before being swallowed.

Its taste is something between chocolate and hot milk, creamy yet thick with flavor. Her flavor. I swallow like the bitch I am. This is my purpose now. Stuck forever in a wine cellar with my former neighbor turned futa mommy.

Enraptured by her cum, I pull her up higher on my lap, forcing her into an upside-down crunch as my tongue slides lower to her asshole. I’d never been so deviant before this, but now eating ass was second nature to my pleasure fucked brain. I dig into the buttcheek buffet as her hips widen, bubble butt swelling in my arms as the virus continues its genetic rampage.

Ass over tits with her ass being eaten, Janice’s hands drop to the cellar floor, pushing herself deeper into my tongue twister as her sensitive cock throbbed back to life, the tip now pointed straight at her face.

“Unngg! My! Ahhnggg! Cock! Need to- Onnnggg! Cum!”

Ms. Johnson’s words are a mix of moaning and begging, but my pleasure-infected brain gets the gist of it. With one hand supporting her hips, I wrap the other around her girthy shaft, slowly pumping my fist along its length as I start to feel my body heat up like the sun.

A heavy fog hangs over every thought as my body shuts down. Eyelids drooping, I barely hang on to consciousness as I occupy my mind with eating ass, ignoring my body’s call to sleep as my slow jerks become fast cranks. I’ll be damned if I was going to pass out mid-sex session. I hadn’t even cum yet!

Fighting off the sandman, I flip between eating ass, licking pussy, and sucking balls like a woman possessed, arm screaming as I listen to Janice squeal beneath me.

“Oh fuck! Maddy! Oh FUCKghh!”

Without warning, a fat splotch of nasty man milk shoots into her mouth, too deep in pleasure to protest as she swallows rope after rope of stringy futanari sperm from the tip of her cock. If she reached just a little more, she could probably kiss the tip of her cock. It was definitely long enough.

But it’s still not enough, I keep jerking her off, so focused on eating out Janice that I don’t hear her gagging on her own cum or even feel the heat in my body around my crotch. My bottom eating reaches a new level as a sensation I’ve never felt before attacks my clit.

My brain nearly shuts down as pleasure explodes from the sensitive bud, a plethora of sensations assaulting each individual nerve ending. Thousands of needles stab at my groin, a momentary pang of pain that’s immediately replaced by guilty masochistic pleasure. Like an engine going through water, my brain turns on and off sporadically, sometimes coherent, sometimes dead. But it only gets worse, I try to focus on Ms. Johnson’s moans and the taste of her twat on my tongue, but the needles multiply along a length, expanding into nothingness as tears begin streaming down my face.

The pain was unbearable, but what followed was like angels serenading god himself, a hot knot of pleasure burned into my very being, screaming for release. I could feel something touching the tip of my clit, a semblance of real sensation. Or was it still changing? I couldn’t tell anymore. All I knew was that my clit felt big, heavy, and vibrated with pleasure just from touching the air.

I’m almost afraid to look as my mouth finally stops licking, the pleasure flooding my genitals too much to bear. My gut tightens up as I feel something touch the tip of my clit, a flat fleshy surface that almost has me exploding in... something.

I could feel something brewing deep within me, an immense pressure that waxed and waned with each pleasurable touch of my clit.

“Oh honey~ I can feel your cock poking my back~”

I wrestle with reality as Ms. Johnson finally escapes my grasp, revealing a lengthy white monster that made Ms. Johnson’s look pitiful. It was at least the length of my arm, if not more! The angry blue veins tracing the length made me dizzy to look at and led down to two coconut-sized balls, full of what could only be potent sperm meant to knock up sluts.

I can barely form thoughts as I look at the immense meat pole. Was this thing mine? How could this have happened? Fuck Cecilia! Was this going to be my life now? Will I even be alive in a few minutes?

But even as I’m grieving, each throb and jerk of the monstrous cockmeat sends jolts of pleasure up my spine. Just the sight of Ms. Johnson laying beside me, her now H-cup breasts jiggling from her breathing, had the thing rock hard and dripping with precum.

I lay back on the cool stone floor as I try to think of anything else besides the curvaceous vixen huffing next to me. How much longer did I have? I somehow managed to not pass out, but that didn’t make a difference. This... This THING hanging from my groin meant I was infected, and that meant I was going to become a mindless slave to pleasure in mere minutes. Or maybe seconds. How long had it even been?

I cover my face as the tears start welling up again. In moments, I wouldn’t be able to remember any of this. My mom. The countless books I’ve read. I’ll even miss the memory of that stupid whore Cecilia. Or what if this was only the beginning? What if the virus didn’t kill off the brain, but made you take a backseat to all its whims? Would I become a prisoner in my own body? Forced into a backseat as I watched the rest of my life like a movie, unable to stop myself from hurting the ones I loved?

All thought screeches to a halt as Ms. Johnson kneels in front of me, her massive cow tits lovingly swallowing my shaft in a delicately soft embrace.

“Oh hun, look at you hard you are! Let aunt Janice take care of that~”

I grit my teeth as Ms. Johnson starts bouncing up and down my shaft, her silky-smooth breast meat enveloping my cock shaft whole, leaving only a few inches popping out of her cleavage on every downstroke. My head flings back as I feel her tongue tickle the head of my cock, legs going numb as she rubs a small metallic bead along my shaft while her tits continued their pleasurable suffocation.

I’d completely forgotten about it during our make-out session, being too preoccupied with other thoughts, but now that Ms. Johnson was tracing the cold metal bead up and down my sensitive shaft, I can’t help but remember the piercing on the middle of her tongue.

Digging my nails into the base of my palm, I shoot Ms. Johnson a pained message with my eyes. It takes a moment, but she pauses.

“W-wait Jan- I mean, Ms. Joh-”

“Nope. This big cock needs punishing.”

The color drains from my face as the cum-hungry slut takes my entire tip in her mouth, sucking hard as she expertly maneuvers her tongue piercing into the tip of my cock and twirls it around. I’d read about sounding before during a late-night “research” session, but I never thought it would feel THIS good.

I spasm uncontrollably as a few shots of precum escape, my balls boiling for release as all the blood in rushes to the monster cock that now makes up half my body weight.

“A-aunt Janice! P-please! S-stop!”

Finally noticing how close I am to blacking out from her titjob-blowjob combo, Janice pauses, cocking an eyebrow as she stares at me.

“Oh hun. Just cum already. I promise it’ll feel reeeaaaal good.”

With no reason to hold back anymore, or the ability to for that matter, the tip of my cock erupts with a geyser of chunky white spooge. Waves of ecstasy wash over me as rope after rope of gelatinous man milk spills out of me, the edges of my vision going dark as what felt like a tsunami flooded out of my balls and into Ms. Johnson’s mouth.

I can feel my balls swelling with even more filthy infected sperm as I watch my neighbor gulp with gusto. The sight of her obediently swallowing every drop of cum has me reaching out to shove her deeper, unable to resist the urges originating from my “other” head. But as Ms. Johnson’s cheeks swell with my seed, she sits back, pushing me to the edge of another coma as she jerks off my erupting cock directly onto her bouncing breasts.

“Ooooh, that’s it sweety! Cum! Just let me do all the work and keep it coming!”

Her words barely register mentally as my balls have a second wind, spurred into action by her passionate handjob milking out what seemed like gallons of sperm. Were all zombies like this?

I’ve lost feeling in my legs. My feet? Gone. My thighs? Gone. All that remains is my cock, throbbing with electric tension as ropes of chunky nut butter are milked out of it. My entire lower half has disappeared, replaced with a mass of pleasure that screams at me for more. More cum. More sucking. More pleasure.

Only after Ms. Johnson is covered with a thick coating of off-white futa milk does the feeling in my legs return. Slowly albeit, but at least I could feel them again. I lay my tired eyes on the meaty member between my legs once more. Even after that intense burst of taboo pleasure, it’s still rock hard, now a healthy sheen from Ms. Johnson’s oral polishing.

Just the sight of Ms. Johnson with her face and tits covered in seed has my balls aching for release, bulging with yet another load that would feel so good to release.

We both sit there for a moment, me against the wall and her kneeling like the submissive slut she is. I can’t even begin to comprehend the series of events that just happened to me. I had just unloaded gallons worth of sperm onto my mom’s best friend, my former babysitter and neighbor, and now she was eating it off herself???

My mouth hangs open as the zombie slut scoops up thick slop in her hands, shoveling thick glops into her mouth and swallowing it like mashed potatoes. I’m left speechless as the brown-haired milf licks my cum off her fingers, savoring every bit like it was a delicacy only the rich could taste.

My cock throbs with each gulp of cum. Did she like that taste? Was this something all infected do? How come I still haven’t passed out? Would Ms. Johnson suck me off again? Did I want her to?

As I’m mentally preparing for another milking session, and wrestling with my inner thoughts on the situation, Ms. Johnson surprises me with a question of her own.

“Well? You wanted to say something right?”

I go wide-eyed as she continues slurping my sludge off her fingers, now finishing off the creampie on her tits. I try to speak, to say something, anything. But nothing comes out. I just open my mouth and close it like a dying fish. The sultry sight of this curvaceous milf has my cock painfully erect, and I’m just too distracted by her cleavage to respond.

“Typical Maddy. Lost in her thoughts again.”

Memories of playing Jenga with Ms. Johnson pull me out of my stupor, her familiar phrase at my overanalyzing of the wooden blocks organizing my thoughts. Like a splash of cold water, my thoughts become crystal clear, and the most pertinent question jumps forward.

“H-How come you can still talk?”

I still couldn’t understand why I was coherent. Much less why she was. At least she had passed out and undergone the typical transformation. Her hips and breasts are proof of it. Not to mention the new appendage standing proudly between her legs. Wait. Where was it?

I blink a few times as I stare at the space between her thighs, the only thing in view her bare shaved pussy dripping with her juices. Mmmm. I can still remember how sweet she tasted on my lips. I wonder if my cock could fit inside her tight littl-

“Now why couldn’t I hun?”

Her nonchalant response pulls me back to earth, normal thought replacing the lewd ones in moments. She had me there. It’s not like I’m an expert on the infected. Hell, I’d only seen my first one in person yesterday. What if every infected was like this? Just a repressed sexy vixen looking for loving from a fat juicy co-

I shake my head as the lewd thoughts invade, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. But the musty smell of spit and cum has my balls swelling with another load, memories of what just transpired coming back like a repressed nightmare.

*SLAP*

Ms. Johnson winces as I slap my cheek as hard as I can, the sound of skin on skin echoing a bit in the small cellar as the sting of pain brings me back.

“Jan-Ms. Johnson, where did your cock go?”

I vaguely remember calling Ms. Johnson by her first name earlier, but now that we weren’t locking lips or sucking each other off, it felt too awkward to call her Janice. She was still my senior by many years. Though her body didn’t show it. In fact, the bit of pudge around her hips only made the woman more attractive. I could easily imagine myself buried in those thick thighs, diving deeper as she moaned for me not t-

*SLAP*

I settle down as my other cheek receives punishment, but only just.

“Hmm. I didn’t notice! I think it was during the blowjob? That first thick shot of Maddy Milk had me feeling all tingly, and the more I drank the more tingly I felt! It just tasted sooooooo good. Your stuff is deliciously thick, and creamy! Did I mention how good it tasted? Wait, do you think I could bottle and store some for later? Would it ever go bad?”

I cough away her questions, barely thinking straight as her description has me bursting for release. I never could tell when Ms. Johnson was joking, and now that her jokes were sexual, I was really lost.

For whatever reason, I had retained my sense of self along with gaining this massive monster cock. Seriously, this was larger than any futanari I’d seen. Okay, I’ve only seen two, but still! Why did Ms. Johnson only devolve part-way? She was just fine talking to me, albeit way dirtier and openly ogling me. Not to mention her loss of the cock. Her feminine features had stayed enlarged, but now the key feature of an infected was missing...

If what she said was true, was my cum the antidote? Could I be the key to ending this pandemic? I cringe as my inner middle schooler cheers. A loner all my life and now I could save the world? Fat chance. And how come my breasts didn’t get any bigger?

Now that I was thinking properly, I can’t help but notice by peach-sized breasts haven’t grown the tiniest bit, nor has my ass. My hips look wider, but I might just be deluding myself. The only noticeable change on me is the massive meat grown out of my clit.

I look jealously at Ms. Johnson for a second, appreciating her tight waist, pretty face, and well-developed behind. Her breasts were large before, but now they looked like watermelons! The virus had even stopped them from sagging and made them perky like a teenage girl’s! And her ass, by god. It was always thick and firm, but now it was so round and bubbly that I could pound that dump truck for hours...

*SLAP*

My right cheek stings as the painful reality sets in. Okay. Deep breath. Wait no. Small breath. Alright. I can still form coherent thoughts. That’s good. I just need to keep the lewd ones in check. And Ms. Johnson is...

I glance at Ms. Johnson’s kneeling form, her eyes lovingly staring into mine, though the occasional lick of her lips and glances at my cock told me her real thoughts. As she notices me looking at her, the vixen subtly spreads her legs, drawing my eyes down her ample cleavage and between her thighs. Her plump pussy lips were drenched with love juice, a seemingly endless leak pooling between her meaty thighs.

I barely tear my eyes away from her bottom half, my cock spurting precum with anticipation of an event that wouldn’t come. Sure, I’d eaten out both her holes and she’d sucked my cock, but full-on sex? With Ms. Johnson? Our relationship would never be the same.

But even as I’m denying it, my cock is shaking with rapt attention, oblivious to the lines that normal people shouldn’t cross. Though I guess I’m not normal anymore... Plus, we’re both infected and she’s more than happy t-

*SLAP*

Man this thing is dangerous. And painful. Getting back on track, I categorize Ms. Johnson as fine. Not in a sexy, damn she’s fine way, but, well, she is, but rathe-

*SLAP*

Ahem. I cough awkwardly as Ms. Johnson cocks an eyebrow, bemused at my self-harm.

As I was about to think, Ms. Johnson is alright. She can still form coherent thoughts, even if those thoughts are filtered through the mind of an absolute degenerate.

At least this meant that we could travel together while searching for my mom. Mom! I’d almost forgotten about her in the rush of pleasure, but she’s probably suffering right now! She needs to know that I’m okay.

I can’t help but smile as I think of mom. Her warm hugs, the way her eyebrows creased when she was worried about me, and her fat ass that would look great wrapped around m-

*SLAP*

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to meet mom right now, but I should still find her. That way I can immediately meet up with her once I figure out if I’m infective. Since Ms. Johnson and I were next door, they’d be forced to relocate somewhere safe. They’d probably take Ms. Johnson’s car and hit the highway in search of a secluded area close to food. But somewhere not too populated.

OH MY GOD. What if they run into the horde of infected that Ms. Johnson was talking about? They’d be forced to reroute or risk getting fucked by tens of hung horny zombies... Each one more eager than the last to ruin every hole they have with their massive... juicy...

*SLAP*

Speaking of Cecilia, my chest is still burning. Not with infective heat, but rage. A hot unrelenting rage at the cold bitch who’d left me to die, in front of my mother no less. Cecilia would pay. That whore and her pornstar body would pay for all the anguish she’s caused my mother and me.

I can see it now. She’ll probably say something like “Oh my god, Madison! I’m so happy to see you! How did you Blah Blah Blah!!!” I would then pin her down and shove my cock up her fat bubbly ass! Mmmm, yeah. I’d pound her so hard she couldn’t walk. Even if she starts crying and begging me to stop, I’ll just keep fucking her with this new massive cock I have, unloading my balls in her behind until she’s cum so much she can’t remember her own name. Mmmm Then I would make her scream by slamming myself balls deep in her pussy, and I wouldn’t pull out until her snatch is a creamy white mess. And while her womb is swollen with my zombie babies, I’d force her to suck my balls while I fucked her giant lactating tits till I-

“Maddy! What in the heavens are you doing!?”

I’m pulled out of my daydream by Ms. Johnson gasping in disbelief. I hadn’t even noticed but my hand had instinctually drifted down to my cock and started jerking off at the thought of ruining Cecilia’s holes. Mom was one thing, but Cecilia... I wouldn’t mind turning her into a sex slave for my pleasure. Not to mention the utility of a disposable decoy that I could use and abuse till-

I stop myself just as my hand drifts back to my cock. Despite how good it felt, this thing was clearly dangerous. Even one distraction had me careening off course toward bountiful pleasures. A horrible habit to have if you’re trying to find someone normal among hundreds of sex-crazed zombies.

“Sorry about that Ms. Johnson, I just got distracted by-”

My jaw drops and cock hardens as Ms. Johnson turns around, swaying her jiggly white ass from side to side as her asshole and pussy wink at me.

“You know my policy Maddy. Don’t start something if you’re not gonna finish it. Now get over here and wreck my pussy with that fat hog of yours. I’ll even let you fuck my ass since you ate it out earlier.”

My legs are walking toward her before I can even contemplate the offer, rubbing my shaft on her soft white ass before lining up the head of my cock to her wet winking pussy.

Okay. Maybe this situation wasn’t all bad. At least I had Ms. Johnson to keep me company and drain my balls. Yeah. This was vital to finding my mom. In fact, without Ms. Johnson I would probably be so horny I couldn’t think straight. Yeah. That makes sense. Okay. I’ll just satisfy the virus for a few hours then get back to work with a clear mind. How long could it take?

TWO DAYS LATER

Okay. Maybe I underestimated the virus a little bit. Or maybe a lot.

The sounds of animalistic grunting fill the bedroom as I pound Ms. J from behind, slamming my girth balls deep in her squirting pussy as one hand thumbs her gaping asshole and the other presses her face into the sex-stained sheets. She moans as I shift my weight forward, forcing her back to arch as I drive deeper into her unprotected womb with each thrust. Even as I watch her fat ass jiggle, I can’t help but give it a hearty slap, the ample white meat jiggling in my palm as the resounding clap of skin on skin is drowned out by her moans.

“Fuck Ms. Johnson! Stop squeezing so much! We need to stop soon!”

As usual, she babbles incoherently, too drunk on futanari sex to muster up a singular word of response. Not like she would stop me anyway, the slut has been busy draining my balls for nearly forty-eight hours straight. The first few hours of sex had almost broken me mentally. The squeeze of her backside was just too intense for a first-timer like me.

After about ten rounds, I’d managed to calm down enough that we could walk up the stairs. But I’d made the mistake of letting her go up first. Just one look at her naked ass shaking as she walked up the steps had me pounding her from behind right there on the stairs.

Once we made it to the kitchen, I tried to stop us by putting on some clothes, but Ms. J surprised me by putting on a white apron. The sight of her juicy MILF body wrapped up in a tight little apron with nothing else on was just too much for my overactive imagination and healthy cock to resist.

After a few more hours, we moved upstairs to her bedroom. Our initial motive was to find some clothes that didn’t put us in a tangled mess, but then I stumbled upon her lingerie drawer. Most of the stuff didn’t fit properly given her enhanced sizes, but that didn’t stop her from trying them on. I think the added tightness only turned me on more.

So there we were, going through her lingerie drawer one by one. Some memorable pieces were the red fishnet stockings that made her thighs look extra plump and the pasties that only covered her nipples, both of which I suspect were meant to tempt me.

Luckily, I held back and only fucked her two or three times per lingerie. I think. I lost count after the tenth piece. Ms. J is surprisingly deviant for her age. I was especially surprised by the giant horse dildo stuffed into the back of the drawer. Though the thing was tiny compared to my meaty throbbing futa cock. Still, the dildo had been perfect for plugging up her pussy while I pounded her asshole. I even wore a cowboy hat to fit the occasion.

At the very least, I’m able to multitask now. I can fuck Ms. J as hard as I want and think about more important stuff all the while. It’d originally been a strategy I made up to last longer while fucking my slutty neighbor, but it was proving more useful the longer I stayed buried in bed with her. I’d even put on a watch to keep track of the time!

Among other things, I’d made some observations using my newfound mental duality. First off, I confirmed that I was infected. Or at least a variant of infected. It was unnatural how I came literal gallons with every ejaculation, and I practically had no refractory period. It was just, fuck, cum, fuck, cum, fuck, cum into infinity. Funny enough, I’ve retained the infected’s healing power, but not their strength. I was trying to pick up Ms. J bridal style but fell on my butt when she was too heavy for me. Pretty embarrassing.

Moreover, I didn’t need to eat or drink anything to survive. Ms. J and I had lost our appetite for anything that wasn’t spit, precum, or cum. Speaking of which, my cum really does taste good. Like, really good. Not to brag, but I think it would’ve sold well despite its... source.

Ms. J had kissed me right after a blowjob and bam, instant erection. I mean, more instant than usual. Just the aftertaste had me craving more of it, but that wore off after a few rounds of eating out Ms. J. I think my cum has an aphrodisiac effect, but I’m not willing to get addicted to confirm that, and I don’t think I can hold back long enough to see if Ms. J goes through withdrawal symptoms.

“Open up Ms. J! Here comes another load!”

I grab her hips and slam myself balls deep as a wave of filthy chunky spooge pours into her fertile womb like an industrial mayo factory overfilling a tiny jar. The feeling of release is indescribable, a nirvana filled with lakes of pasty white pleasure boiling with dopamine.

My sex slave grabs the sheets as she cums for the hundredth time, instinctually pushing her ass back as gallons of fresh baby batter plaster the walls of her uterus. Her ass had felt good, but nothing beat the primal power of raw babymaking sex. I’ve inflated her stomach numerous times in the past few hours, yet her stomach always magically shrank to its normal size.

Can zombies even get pregnant? By the time I was lucid enough to think about it, I’d already cum inside her multiple times. I don’t think any condom would fit me anyway.

Pulling out, a miniature tidal wave of thick white sludge follows, dripping down her labia and pooling on the sheets in a gooey pile. Even as regaling in the waves of pleasure, I can’t help but notice her round meaty butt jiggling with each breath, a river of cum dripping from her pussy and asshole. Just the sight has my cock throbbing for another round, and Ms. J notices.

“A-again... P-please...”

My erection throbs a few times, but I have enough willpower to stop this time. As much as I wanted to go another round, it had already been two days since Mom and Cecilia left the neighborhood. If we were to catch up and ensure their safety, we needed to find a car.