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XXXECIL'S THE SIEGE Book: 1 "LOOK AT THESE TITS!" screamed the tanned, gorgeous, and leggy beauty beating upon the wooden frame of Apartment #206. The mammaries in question were scarcely contained in the frilly, lacy cups of a black, lingerie push-up bra. She squeezed and jiggled her pliant boobs in front of the small, circular peephole in the thick door. " I KNOW YOU WANT 'EM! YOU KNOW YOU WANT 'EM!" "JUST...just come get me! Come on outta there and suck my BOOBS!" she commanded in a frantic voice containing as much desperation as anger. In spite of himself, Todd had certainly been tempted to do just that. He had indeed looked, if nothing else. The total package was like that of a busty, Victoria's Secret model in Heat. Certainly, the elegant face, pouty lips all framed within a vibrant mane of auburn fire would have landed the girl a decent modeling career; 6 months ago at least. Not to mention the rest of her shapely, black lingerie-clad curves. The proffered boobs dangling temptingly before Todd's door were pleasant, bronze-skinned handfuls that swelled with enough womanly bounty to catch the eye of the most ardent tit-man, yet not so over-large as to disqualify her from the world of fashion-modeling. That combined with the smooth towers of leggy femininity, as well-formed as any work of art could have indeed landed such a woman a lucrative modeling career. 6 months, at least. Now, things were not so certain... She began to writhe sensuously outside, where her gyrations would be visible in the peephole, waving hips, ass and arms in a serpentine gesture of slutty abandon. "But...I can make you soooo happy, Todd!" She tried to deliberately invoke a husky, sultry tone. "I know...I know how to...pleasure a man...y-you don't know what you're missing!" she breathed. Sighing, Todd stepped closer to the door, but spared only the briefest of passing glances to the indecent display. "You don't fool me; I know what this is all about. And like I said; I have a date tonight." He explained, patiently. The woman was incredulous. "BUT THAT'S NOT FOR SIX MORE HOURS! WE'VE GOT TIME! I NEED YOU...YOU...YOU WANT THIS PUSSY AS MUCH AS I WANNA GIVE IT TO YOU!" She accused. "No more games...just want...your hands...on my tits...your cock...in my cunt...mmmmmm my...hot...little...cunt..." Any further words in that sentence descended to incoherent gurgles drowned by her hormone-charged estrus. "I'm not playing you; there's no game here. I got a date, and a RELATIONSHIP," he emphasized. "With a REAL woman." "WHAAAT!" shrieked the sultry, slutty brunette. With a fluid, deliberate motion, she discarded the lacy, push-up bra. Buoyant boobs surged into the light, D-cup melons thrusting forward with erect nipples as if to point accusingly at the object of their desire. "THESE TITS ARE GREAT!! AND I'M ALL REAL!! CHECK ME OUT!" she seemed nearly as excited by her feminine assets, as Todd should have been. "Just one squeeze wouldn't kill ya!" she cajoled playfully. The controversial mammaries bulged as she thrust them into the smooth wood of the door. Of course, there was no evidence of any sort of surgery or augmentation. Not the slightest scarring of any sort. On reflection, for a shapely piece of tail like her, Todd should have been out of his league. 6 months ago, had there been a hottie that fine anywhere near here, no reason she would have given him the time of day. Todd Caldwell had always been a lanky, rail-thin, clean-shaven black guy with few notable talents, but of decent intelligence. The parents, (his parents) had met whilst working for the Peace Corps in the fetid depths of Central Africa. While they made many friends and trusted allies over the years, they'd always regretted the assignment for the problems it caused their son. As a mere wisp of lad, young Todd seemed to have contracted an Ebola- like virus, the dreaded Malaria, and at least 3 distinct internal, jungle parasites. The doctors wrote him off for lost, but surprisingly, Todd's body had adapted in an unforeseen way. As he lay deathly ill, all the experts agreed that his young body had no hope of fighting off these massive, multiple infections; But instead, it was as if his body turned the diseases against each other. Somehow, the Ebola mutated and attacked the Malaria plasmodium, which in turn mutated and began to attack all of the other parasites. The harrowing ordeal weakened him considerably, but his novel immune system turned the tables on a host of terrible diseases, and his blood work was the subject of many interesting medical journal articles. Well, interesting to scientists. Todd would have just as soon grown up healthy, happy, and spoiled. He'd always had weak lungs, could never seem to put on muscle, and forget any serious sports! The rest of him was handsome enough, he guessed. His piercing gaze and strong jaw could make him look severe, and intense when he needed, but his lanky lack of real physical strength had always embarrassed him. Throughout high school, there was no chance of his becoming a Jock, he wasn't really smart enough to be a true nerd. While that spared him some abuse, it also made him a veritable social unknown; lost in the faceless, uninteresting social throngs of the semi-outcast for much of his life. Now, in college, well...no real changes to his situation...really it was other people who had changed. "Oh...Oh I get it..." the woman outside his door announced, half to herself. Todd could almost hear the wheels in her mind churning. "You need m-more than just great sex! You need a girlfriend! I...I CAN DO THAT TODD! I CAN BE...WHAT YOU NEED..." he thought she was fingering herself as she spoke. "IT...IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT SEX WITH ME TODD, I...I CAN DO OTHER THINGS! I CAN BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND! YES TODD I WILL!! W-WE CAN DO...DATES...REAL...DATES! I...I CAN WATCH FIERY, ACTION MOVIES THAT GUYS LIKE! YOU CAN...WE CAN...JUST TALK! IT'S NOT ABOUT SEX WITH ME TODD, N-NO..." her voice shook with need. "I CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT! I'M NOT JUST SOME SLUT INTO ONE-NIGHT STANDS! YOU...YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SUCK MY TITS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO! JUST...just let me touch you...let me be...close to you..." she purred, less frantically. Yet her proud, thrusting bosom still heaved with thwarted longing. "We can have...a relationship Todd..." she grunted, and her heard a rattling sound. Was she trying to pick his lock, or... "It's not just sex with me...w-we can have lots of sex...when you want! But just...just let me touch you...be near you...oooohhh..." again that rattling sound, he checked the peephole. Todd shook his head and stifled a chuckle. The dirty slut was humping his doorknob! Hot sweat poured from her furrowed brow, smearing her mascara as her pert nose and pouty lips flared with the magnitude of her indecent, desperate arousal. She'd say anything to get the cock she craved! "The answer is still no," Todd explained calmly. "You're not fooling anyone; I know who you are, and I know what you want. And I'm moving on. I don't want to be cruel, but I'm through with your type. There are real women out there, and I have a date with one tonight." Another rattle as her crotch disengaged from his doorknob. He'd have to get it washed. "WELL FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU TODD CALDWELL!!! THERE ARE OTHER COCKS OUT THERE WHO WOULD LOVE TO GET SOME OF THIS PUSSY!" in a softer tone, she added: "I"M...I'm going back to my room to spend some quality time with Mr. Vibrator. You can replace him anytime you lii-iike!" she added, in a sing-song tone, never abandoning her attempts at seduction. *** You could change a man's mind sometimes, by appealing to his baser nature. *SHLUCK* Denise knew that Todd would come around in time, but she'd help him along. *SLURP* That was why she'd left her apartment door wide open...while she lay sprawled on her back, on her fold-out bed/couch, facing the door, completely naked, with a meaty, black dildo spearing her slathering cunt. Denise gambled that the sight of her delicious, tanned skin, curvaceous frame, and generous boobs that waggled and wobbled ceaselessly across the fertile playground of her chest would trigger his instincts. She knew, she could feel them enlarging. It got like almost everyday for Denise and...and girls like her. Her mammaries thrust up high and proud upon her slim chest. The tanned hemispheres were similar in height to small coffee mugs as they wavered naked in the air, nipples thrust up high. But she knew, she could feel them stretching, expanding, enlarging. It was easy to miss, but her boobflesh was continually stretching as if from great pressure within; and she knew what that pressur- "NAAH!" Denise yelped as the first spurts began. Her breasts were at least another inch higher, jiggling upon her body when the milk began to jet forth. The dark-haired slut had long since overcome the fear and uncertainty that accompanied her first few spurts of lactation. It all seemed so natural now, everything about her change was just her accepted state. Three months ago, the...person that Denise had been would have reacted with unmitigated horror at the sight of the naked, sweating, tan- skinned, sex-pot of pussy-dripping, milk-spurting sensuality that she had become upon accepting her new urges. "MMM...*SLURP*" She was so sweet now, that idiot Todd didn't know what he was missing! He could be here now! His cock thrusting into her sopping cunt, his lips sucking mightily from her milk-laden mams. But her harsh words didn't matter. She'd be back at his door tomorrow, with the same plea on her lips, the same ache in her cunt. Moments of anger, or his refusal didn't change anything. She'd say whatever she needed to say, pretend to be whatever he wanted. Anything and everything to push his buttons, to get him on top of, and inside her. If her boobs left any doubt in the viewers mind, the in-out motion, the desperate thrusts of the sex-toy that reamed her ever-moistening cunt would provoke a surge of primal, male urges that would make Todd forget his earlier refusal. Noisome howls of pleasure would ensure that no passersby would miss the indecent spectacle of sweat-slicked nymphomania thrashing nakedly in frenzied estrus in Room 221. "Knock, Knock." Announced the landlord, as he rapped briefly upon the open door. "Guh-huh?" murmured Denise, her mahogany-colored hair becoming matted to her bronzed skin is wet strands. "Ah've never been one ta abandon a woman in need," explained the owner of the complex, Paul Nesmith. An aging newly retiree, he'd nonetheless always attempted to remain in decent physical condition. His weathered flesh still retained a healthy strength, and beneath his balding brow, stern blue eyes regarded the nude slut with a deliberate lechery surprising in a man of his more than 60 years. "...And we kin hear yore need all'a way on the third floor!" as he smiled his gold-toothed grin, he tossed onto the floor of her cluttered room a small, square box of Viagra which landed amidst a frilly pile of pink, female underwear. "Then...your cock?" Denise sluttily wondered. "Time for Paul ta be a stud again! Heh! An' even better..." He produced a small, blue jar of what seemed to be ointment with detailed, medical labeling on the side, an empty jar. "Is that...?" she asked hopefully, the full question trailing off as her boobs yet jiggled. "It's the VERY latest; a true preventative! So there'll be no unfortunate...eh...surprises." The vigorous senior declared with a roll of his blue eyes. But Denise only half-way cared. She hadn't considered Nesmith before, a man of his age could almost never meet her considerable needs. As she cast off the vibrating dildo, the cry which escaped her lips was as much roar as moan, as she opened wide her slender arms. "CUM!! MY CUNT!!! I WANT YOU IN MY HOT CUNT!!!" Her hips jerked with longing, her female lips full, engorged, as she spread her legs with all the dexterity of a gymnast, to better accommodate the beefy rod soon to penetrate her. It didn't really seem to matter where the cock came from; Denise was past that. When a girl gets as hot as she was, when the burning craving for a male body, and a male dick sears her every nerve ending, there just wasn't any way she could turn down any source of sex. Young, Old, Black or White, Single, Married... a woman in her position was long past caring. So long as the penis was hard, hot and eager, it could fill the gaping, well-lubricated void inside her. To his credit, Paul at least tried to close the door with the back of his foot before lunging. *** Todd wouldn't let it get him down. With his hot date in just a few hours, the lanky student knew he couldn't allow any depression over this lost job to sour the mood. He'd been looking forward to this; and it wouldn't change his attitude, losing the job at the bookstore would make it a bitch trying to pay his tuition. But he wasn't going to let anything hold him down! As he walked uphill on the plain, grey cement of the sidewalk along the street's edge of the verdant grounds of Daleson University, he tried to allow the upward climb of the slope to boost his spirits accordingly. I mean, if he'd really done something wrong; maybe that would be one thing; but the whole staff knew the real reason; it was that blond with the gi-normous tits! That giggling little slut! Probably the same kinda girl as Denise! But Mr. Caruthers could only afford 12 employees, and when blond-perky- tits arrived, the word was the Boss just selected somebody at random to fire. The talk in the employee lounge was very illuminating. The ex- bookstore cashier tried to put out of his mind the image of the portly, salt-and-pepper-bearded manager as he stood nervously, pudgy fingers wrapping on the wood of his desk as he stammered out halting, inconsistent excuses for Todd's termination. All the while, Caruthers was adjusting his belt, as if it were all he could do to restrain his raging hard-on. Hazel eyes darting nervously towards the door as if impatient to finish stammering out the justifications, most of which didn't even apply to Todd! (That was Stevens who'd been late those three days in July! "But Mr. Caruthers! Stevens was the one who was-" "THE DECISION'S BEEN MADE!" shouted the manager. "YOU...it's...Let me finish! This is a notification! Not...a debate!" so that was it. After Todd had left, she'd entered almost on his heels. She was a short little bastion of blond-curled voluptuousness. Porn-star tits surged like captured honeydew melons in her Lycra tube-top. A scandalously short-skirt was stretched taut around the wide grandeur of her ample ass and breeding-hips. She wore a thick, flowery perfume that assaulted his nostrils. Todd had promised himself not to, but he couldn't help but listen to the stammering, unnecessary congratulations as the slut was given his job. A nervous laugh and a giggle, and then the girls' real job began. But Todd continued walking back to his car, he would not dwell upon his loss; perhaps he could take legal action, but...it might be difficult to prove a real bias, and he had to ask whether this job was really worth all that effort. Hmm...well, if he was going to try to sue or something, it would be after his hot date! *** Victor Caruthers was having trouble with his mouth. His joy at this unexpected rendezvous was forcing his face to budget its time between smiling, laughing with joy, and licking the tasty labia that was above him. Caruthers hadn't even thought to move from the living room sofa where Sofie had first pounced on him. Well, that hadn't been the first place; She'd sucked him off at the Bookstore, right after he'd finished firing that eh...whatisname...eh black kid who...aw, didn't matter. What mattered was that Sofie had a cousin! A little platinum blond hottie every bit the slut she was! It was a new age! A new beginning! Victor's hairy legs twitched As Sofie thrashed atop his turgid member, grinding her ample hips in deep rows across his crotch, her lurid motions all but ensuring that every square millimeter of her feminine sanctum was liberally massaged by throbbing manmeat. Stripper-quality tits, pulsing forwards, sideways, and down with frenetic motions like that of over-sexed water-balloons seemed to have grown nearly another inch since the rut began. Victor's hairy, broad chest was becoming sprinkled with the creamy produce of taut-nippled lactation, as the thin, white jets only increased in frequency. Sofie and her cousin, er...Victor didn't catch her name, kneeled facing each other, straddling his body between them like a hairy chested, deliriously happy pommel-horse. As Sofie was the one who found him, the two had agreed that she would have first crack at Victor's penis. And Mr. Caruthers was indeed glad; the sopping cunt of the wide-hipped hussy slurped and suckled around his cock like a woman dying of thirst. These women of the 'New Age' caressed and groped each other's fertile endowments like...almost like teenage boys given unfettered access to a Porn-Star. With a wide-mouthed, lesbian zeal to make Sappho herself proud, the honey-blond Sofie, and the platinum blond er...eh...whoever she was...attacked one another in a jiggling combat waged with sensuous tongues, sloppy kisses, nipple-twists, and the most ardent of fondlings. Fortunately for Victor Caruthers, their tastes were of the broadest sort. Sofie and her ilk pursued any penis with a ferocious passion, yet would never pass up a chance with another woman's boobs. Their ministrations to each other halted temporarily only when the surge of Victor's nigh-orgasmic rod struck a chord deep within, sending Sofie into a gurgling fit of incoherent urges. Her cousin likewise, was forced to stop and moan when the questing thrusts of their beau's agile tongue provoked her feminine core in ways that apprehended her rational mind. Her ass bobbed obscenely as the thrashed ecstatic upon his face and tongue. Victor's thighs, face and neck now slick with the pungent juice of female lubrication. And that was the strange thing; with Sofie and er...the other girl, there was this odd, offensive odor. It was a musky, tangy aroma that called to mind animal exertion and unwashed rut. The smell was troubling, uncivilized, just the sort of scent that any woman who respected herself would attempt to purge. And yet, this perverse, animal-musk set his nerves on edge. The proximity with her pussy sent a fire rushing to his loins, and lightning to the core of his being. Sofie's musk alerted hidden imperatives in his body, boiling his blood with a depraved, bestial passion that was as potent as it was unexpected. Her crotch exuded a haze of estrus, it was the aroma that sent wild bulls into a dangerous frenzy, it was the scent that dogs sniff for around a female's back parts, and it was the feral musk that propelled Victor Caruthers into a potent orgasm he had never dreamed his middle-aged physiology was capable of. The next few hours were a blur; just as Victor thought his body could not sustain the awesome, sexual olympics, he managed to unleash yet one more orgasm, one more jet of hot semen into a pussy. Whether the bush above that womanly core was honey-colored, or platinum blond did not matter; his penis happily ejaculated with the stamina and frequency of a 15-year old boy. The vigor that infused him seemed as much...obligation as pleasure. If his penis could release this much semen, it seemed almost a crime not to spew it forth into any cunt that was handy. Sofie screamed in ear-splitting glee; the way her skin got gooseflesh, the way her breasts jiggled, the way her muscles clenched confirmed some of the rumors Victor had heard; these girls actually got off on cum. It wasn't just the act of the cock stimulating them within, the semen itself caused a reaction, it was like a drug to them, sending them into a narcotic craving that enhanced their already unmanageable sex-drives. And to think! Some people called this new phenomenon a plague! Ha! There was a heat, an intensity that seemed to boil just below the surface of his flesh, it was as if...as if his body was melting from the volcanic fervor of the three-way tryst. "I...I can't...you girls' are...too much! "Oh no you don't, Vicky-poh!" twittered er...eh...whatever her name was...the cousin. "Didn't you tell me that your wife will be gone the entire weekend?" Sofie queried, licking the breastmilk off her fingers. Victor, shuddering with equal exhaustion and ecstasy, wondered how long a man his age could go without sleep... *** Was he dreaming again? Or was he the one that dominated the love- making? It had been going on for so long, that it was hard for Paul to keep track of whether he was awake or asleep. After the first...eh...6 hours of non-stop, pulse-pounding, pussy-reaming, toe-curling rut...The newly virile landlord thought that he must've dozed off. Yet it continued. She screwed him when awake, and when sleeping, and when she was asleep, her legs opened wide and she groaned with licentious promise in her dreams. Always, there was the celebratory air of desire consummated, the joy of lust and passion fully and mutually requited. When the haze on his thoughts lifted, he pulled himself off the damp bed sheets stained with cum and milk, and collapsed onto Denise's luscious, lurid form. After a time, he scarcely needed to thrust at all; it was as if her sopping wet cunt was willingly coaxing, sucking, tugging his member into its lubricated depths. For several moments, the older, yet vigorous Paul could not remember whether it was more important to continue plunging his manly shaft just a few more times into the inviting twat open before him, or was it more vital to fasten lips around her proudly thrusting nipples? Just to be sure, he did both as often as possible. But more often, he awakened to find her atop him, Denise' jutting hips, taut belly writhing in bliss, with the soft cantilever of her thrusting, hanging bosom obscuring his view, as she satiated her frenzied hungers upon his miraculously erect cock. Such was their rhythm, they would screw in the dim, pre-dawn (or was it dusk) darkness, until one of them fell asleep from the exertion; only to be awakened by the other, continuing the rut without pause. Was is day, was it dusk? Had they been going at it all night? All day? Was it tomorrow morning, or tomorrow evening? Paul could no doubt have deduced the precise time of day; yet he could focus on nothing but the jiggling, wobbling, whoppers engulfing his face. In fact, all that Paul was sure of was that her breasts had grown. The neat handfuls of boobflesh somewhere between an orange and grapefruit in size had seemed to stretch slightly larger in the initial hours of their sex. Inch by taut inch, the tawny orbs began to enlarge as if...as if filling, expanding, engorging with something. No doubt, that something was the sweet, copious milk that he has sipped almost half as many times as he had thrusted into her. His next lucid moment had found Denise with plump mams that were more erect, tighter. Nipples riding high on the sweeping slope of voluptuous terrain. The lower swell of tit below her enlivened nipples at this point could have held the contents of standard soft-drink cans, as her mammalian capacity seemed to increase. Periodically, the serene air of moaning passion was broken by her impassioned cries of sudden ecstasy. Paul did not think they were orgasms in the...traditional sense. Sometimes, as he would impale her cunt, as he teased her tits, she would shriek herself hoarse and undergo what seemed to be a...a...breast spasm, amidst copious streams of sweet lactate. It was as if Denise, (and the many, MANY girls like her) now had two erogenous centers. Her breasts no longer contributed to climax, her boobs seemed capable of a separate surge of orgiastic release all their own. Paul suspected that both breasts now served as halves of a sexual core in their own right, no longer was a climax limited only to her cunt. Of course, Paul could not ask her this, because soon after what seemed like her third, (or was it fourth) breast-gasm, she forcefully thrust a turgid nipple in his mouth, and he could do naught but suck the rich nectar of sugary-sweet, creamy nutrition. And now...? Was it morning or evening? Paul could not know the time, but he was sure that her breasts were larger yet. Ample mountains of wide-aureoled girlflesh leapt in his field of view, where once each breast was no higher or longer than an apple or orange, now her round globes extended outwards from her chest as far as Paul's outstretched hand. Her bronze-skinned mammaries not only jiggled with each bump and grind, they seemed to bounce and careen in multiple directions at once. He was sure her breasts were larger, sure now that Denise could orgasm from them just as she could from her pussy, and...and there was something else...As he awakened yet again, to the sensation of the milk-laden slut thrashing atop him, there was a distinct sense that Paul Nesmith was...melting? *** Todd thought that she would like Roses. His date had seemed like the type to appreciate a nice, traditional gesture. Not like the current denizens of the 12th street sidewalk where the college student hurriedly passed. The trick was to avoid eye-contact. The slightest hint of interest would set them on you. It was a literal feeding frenzy, and the whiff of testosterone would chum the waters. The city had certainly not legalized prostitution, but you wouldn't know that from just a casual stroll on any given day of the week. It was a parade of fishnet stockings, leather high-heels, and an inventive variety of push up bras and tops surging with a bumper crop of bouncing boob. These women had no doubt studied the whores and streetwalkers; but those days were over. The blue-eyed red head with the curly ringlets that undressed Todd with her eyes would no doubt be grateful if he mistook her for a common prostitute and gave her a few hundreds; but regardless, she could not - dared not refuse any sexual advance he might make. Her, and an auburn haired beauty with pronounced dimples jiggled their surging assets and stared with a forlorn craving at the lanky, young man. Todd lowered the dozen roses he'd bought, and gave a frustrated sigh. A year ago, you'd get bums and panhandlers that would beg, plead, for cash, some who'd splash dirt on your car windshield and try to get you to pay to clean it. But those days of course, were past. Now, it was nymphomanical sex-fiends with melon-sized breasts spilling out of their clothes desperately propositioning anything with a cock. Some of them would even- "HEY!" Todd yelped, feeling a sharp slap on his rump. A sultry and dark-haired Hispanic hottie fixed him with a smoldering gaze as he passed her. Her hand still groping for his ass. She turned to him, and began to saunter his way. With each step, her brown orbs of boob seemed to rise higher, as her dress fell lower on her chest. He trotted away, not giving her the slightest indication of interest. He knew better; he knew the cost. The temptation from the endless stream of willing womanhood still didn't change the value of a real relationship with a real woman. In Todd's mind, at least. And he wasn't one of those hopeful idiots who thought he could escape the consequences! He passed a small, street-side electronics store, and could faintly hear the television sets on display in the front window: "...that the Warden intentionally exposed prisoners for personal, sexual purposes." said the smooth, professional voice of the unseen announcer. A petite, blond woman with vast breasts lactating even through the formal business dress she wore, was sullenly undergoing a 'perp walk' as police officials led her away to a prison cell. She could scarcely have been older than 20; there was no possibility someone so young could have attained a position as Warden of a Federal Penitentiary. At least...six months ago, there was no such chance. " The Government Shutdown continues today, paralyzing Washington with gossip and rumors. With so many Senators having mysteriously gone into hiding, breaking off contact with their staffs, the Budget has not been ratified, and the government has no authority to spend money..." Todd mused that we were probably better off without those conniving snakes. "...what some are dubbing the first of the 'Man-Riots'; as today in this sleepy, college town, local female residents staged a forced invasion of the Sigma Epsilon Xi fraternity house. Police reported extensive sexual activity initiated by the local women. There is some dispute about the motivations involved..." Ha! Todd knew all too well what the motivation was; the same as with alI of these streetwalkers! Passing an alleyway, Todd noticed a police squad car, and while the officer should have been on duty; his current actions would have aroused the ire of Internal Affairs. It seemed that the presence of such youthful, buxom, wanton sluts in his squad car, with their promises of pleasure, had simply been too much. A passerby could plainly see the tangle of legs over the seats, and Todd beheld a large, pale boob that quivered as it sprayed the inner windshield with a hot jet of sweet milk. The cop had probably thought that since these girls were begging for it like bitches in heat, a quickie wouldn't be so bad. The fool. He probably thought he was safe; everybody tells themselves that 'it won't happen to me!' Still, Todd could certainly sympathize; it took great force of will not to give in to Denise's indecent proposals. "Aww! Roses, you shouldn't have!" rasped a mockingly sarcastic voice, accompanied by the rolling clatter of a skateboard. Jason Cavendish swatted Todd's package as he rolled past, scattering the colorful flora on the sidewalk. He turned directions and skidded to a halt, about ten feet from a flustered and enraged Todd. "Well, it's a niiiiice gesture; but I'll letcha give 'em to your boyfriend! Ha!" What a sick jerk. A tall and athletic blond playboy, Jason had been one of Todd's bitterest, in unacknowledged enemies since Middle School. He was never really sure what got under Jason's skin, maybe a racist, maybe he just need someone to pick on to feel like a man. Their association had started with brazen, physical thefts of lunch money, upgrading to whoopee-cushions and snide insults. Todd had learned that it wasn't always true that a bully could be cowed if you stood up to them once. With such a slim musculature, he just didn't have the force needed to back-up a threat. And he'd tried to fight Jason once in the 10th grade...that was an incident best left forgotten! The blond bully has fit, healthy, and had never suffered simultaneous infection by African diseases. Todd had never really recovered from that, his full growth was stunted and he just...just didn't have the muscle to fight off a challenge. Most of the time, he'd succeeded at avoiding Jason, but every so often, there were still 'friendly' moments like this. "Grow up Asswipe! What're you twenty-five, and yer still on a skateboard? Get a life!" But Jason had already started off again. Oh well, no harm done. *** Jason smiled, Todd was so pathetic; once a loser, always a loser. It felt good to put nerds in their place. He really was a cut above; no doubt about it. His spiky, stylish blond cut framed a square-jawed, clean-shaven face with enough hard masculinity to be intimidating, but with a smooth, classical handsomeness that appealed to the ladies. He was ripped too, his muscled abdomen sported a toned six-pack of muscle, not too much hair. He was tough enough if it came to a fight, but he didn't have the overgrown, steroid-junkie look that some women found scary. He continued skating with adroit efficiency down the sidewalk of 13th street, near a large, double-decker pink bus. That was unusual. Hmm...was he too cruel to dorks like Todd? Naw, he really was a stud! All that trash about 'all men being created equal' and all that was a load of crap. Just look at him! He was a real man, he always satisfied the fair sex, in the real world, where it mattered, there was no doubt that he deserved to be on top! It was just natural. His skateboard came closer still to the vast, pink, double-decker bus; the sort one might build for interstate road-trips and tours. Large letters went across the vehicle in a plump, bubbly script: MADAME VENUS' FEMALE ESCORT SERVICES! Oh yeah, he'd heard of them. A brand new company, started up just four months ago. He wasn't sure 'precisely' what they did, but they seemed to be involved with assisting and supplying elite parties for the uber- rich. They must be trying to branch out. Several windows on both levels of the bus opened; wavy strands of varying shades of blond hair greeted Jason as a host of hotties scoped him out. "Hey stud! We need a guy to help us put on suntan lotion! Can you help us out?" Huh! How about that!? What a fascinating company this was... *** "See, we think guys will like us better if we're all slick and oily, we need your opinion!" explained a perky, honey-blond, green-eyed bombshell bouncing on her tiptoes before him. He expressed his approval with a lurid leer, and a questing grope for the buoyant boobs hanging on display before him. But Todd was no fool; he knew the stories, he knew what could happen these days if a guy got careless. That was why he'd brought TWO antidotes! There'd been a number of minor pharmaceutical, fly-by-night companies that had sprung up in 'affected' areas like this. Marketing all manner of 'cures', vaccines and the like, always promising 'prevention'. But Jason knew that there were no real guarantees. Rather than trying to pick a 'prevention method', he'd just bought two of the most popular. With both of them in his system, he had no doubt he'd be safe from any...eh...surprises. And Jason Cavendish was also experienced! He'd rapidly learned what to expect in this 'New Age'; he knew that the usual missionary style just wasn't enough anymore. The way society was headed these days, a guy could go outside for a casual stroll, and come back with 3 or 4 supermodels on either arm, begging for his cock, tits bursting out of their clothes. A man just couldn't concentrate on one of them; you had to learn to spread the love; a man had to give as much action as possible to all the women as soon as possible. To that end, Jason had 3 babes squatting in front of him, doggie-style, but he had them entwine their legs together, trying to get three pussies as close together as possible. After that, the hard part began. (No, not just his cock) With quick, practiced thrusts, he attempted to penetrate all three women in rapid, rotating succession, the goal was to slowly but surely raise them all to orgasm without really favoring any one. They were so wet! Their twats were like wide, easy thoroughfares where insertion was swift, warm and enticing. In the past, that might not have been possible, but with all the changes in the past six months, a guy could pull it off. Jason had learned that these girls could also cum from their tits too, so while his meaty eight inches rapidly entered and left each individual pussy, he attempted to toy with, cajole, and tweak their hanging teats. It took speed, stamina, and coordination to work up all the girls like this. The tour bus was packed, however. And while his pelvis and hands were busy, his face was bombarded with wobbling mountains of titflesh in a spectrum of colors, with aureoles of varying size. His lips and tongue became confused between the need for a suckling motion for tits that were up close, and a wide open gape for those women further back who spurted his face with tight streams of sweet, hot, breastmilk. *SLU-LUNK-SHLURP*, *SLU-LUNK-SHLURP*, *SLU-LUNK-SHLURP* he was like a machine! A piston reaming three pussies as fast as possible, and from the moans he was getting, he was indeed proving himself to be the stud that the girls had addressed him as. Hands buried in a pliant boob- scape, cock thrusting in rapid-fire between each pussy, he let loose a wild yelp of male ecstasy and bravado. It was working; the flood of girlcum that accompanied his cock as it exited each cunt began to steadily increase. Yes! There! The brunette in front of him had a tit-gasm, a brown-haired beauty to his right shuddered as her crotch climaxed and... The last girl, a statuesque blond beat the rubberized floor with the palm of her hand as she experienced twin orgasms from her cunt, and the new erotic core of her breasts, milk spewing in tight streams all the way. He did it! Jason Cavendish was taking on the whole slut bus! Todd could never handle something like this! Jason was the Man! THE MAN!! *** That was great; the most fun he'd had in years. It wasn't like a tension-filled, nerve-wracking date with the hottest babe in school. Todd hadn't been the needy dork, walking on eggshells for fear of ruining his chance with a gorgeous hottie. Natalie had put him at ease immediately. She'd liked much the same things; she could talk about the Kansas City Royals, she'd seen a lot of the same movies, and she wasn't at all uptight about her body; or men staring at it. And Todd had focused upon her green eyes throughout most of the evening. For a brief moment, as they'd left the theatre, they had been nearly accosted by a stark naked, lactating redhead drenched with sweat. Her firm breasts stood high, yet were so large that the girl couldn't envelope either boob within her outstretched hand. Rivulets of glistening moisture trailed down the slut's nude, freckled body as she begged, pleaded, screamed for a man to screw. But Todd had scarcely registered her presence; many men would have stared awestruck at the perverted spectacle, (and many girls would be offended had their date looked) But Todd was done with her type. He wasn't going to have anything to do with...that type of woman. He knew better. He knew the price. They sat on a cushy sofa at her place. Todd was reluctant to bring her home with him, not wanting another depraved performance if Denise threw herself at him yet again. "So Natalie; why did the Monkey fall out of the tree?" Todd asked, jokingly. She shrugged. "I give up Todd, why did the Monkey fall out of the tree?" she asked in a cool, vibrant tone of voice. "Because he was dead." Todd answered evenly. Natalie chuckled slightly, amused by the absurd simplicity. "But why did the Squirrel fall out of the tree?" He asked again. Natalie took the bait. "Uhm...because he was dead?" "No, he was stapled to the Monkey." That did it, a giggle followed by a burst of barking laughter rippled through Natalie's body. Her amber-colored cascade of shimmering hair shifted as she raised her face to smile. Full bee-stung lips parted, green eyes fluttered, and her bosom heaved within her backless, fire- engine-red cocktail dress. Her legs tensed, and Todd took note of the solid, toned muscle beneath her creamy skin. That struck him as unusual; most truly athletic women just didn't have spectacular breasts like she did; it was often more of a trade-off. But Natalie had the healthy muscle of a fitness model, and pleasantly plump boobs that were large enough to have contained the entire liquid volume of a standard glass beer bottle. (Not that Todd would try to get her drunk!) But that, of course, was when disaster struck. (Or leaked) Two dark spots appeared right where her nipples should have been on the front of her cocktail dress. Todd's smile faded. Her bosom quivered; did they...did her breasts swell just now? No...did they? Her cleavage seemed to deepen as the dark patch increased markedly. No doubt about it; it was the letdown reflex! To his horror, Todd knew with utter certainty that Natalie's breasts were bloated with hot, sweet milk. He tried to put on a pleasant smile again, but his mind was racing! Could there be any doubt? He'd been deceived! She was...she was like Denise! Like those women on T.V. that stormed the Frat house hunting for men! She was just the type of woman that Todd was trying to avoid! Was she? Even now, she seemed so rational, so...normal. She hadn't acted anything like the...the others...Could there be some legitimate, medical reason for her to have so much milk? He was sure she had no children. Hmm...there was only one way to be sure; would she let him leave? Six months ago, a man could enter a woman's apartment after a date, and leave whenever he wished, she would not have tried to stop him. Now...? Now that was not so certain. If she was the wrong type of woman, like Denise...or that sweaty redhead, then she'd NEVER let a healthy man slip through her clutches! That was the test. "Well...I don't wanna impose...I...I should be going." He tried to be calm. If she was a normal, natural, real woman, he didn't want to offend her. A natural, real woman would let him leave... She stopped laughing. She stood up tall, very nearly equal to his own lanky height. "No, Todd." she answered somberly. "Excuse me?" "That's not fair, Todd. You don't get to just...walk out of here." she shook her head. "Uhmmm..." "Didn't I give you a good time? Wasn't I a good date?" She approached him, expression cool, yet serious. "I didn't jump your bones like that slut Denise in your building, I didn't once try to grab your ass. And I never begged you to screw me like that pathetic creature in the alley. I deserve better than them; Todd. I deserve to Score. I deserve you." "Damnit; you're one of them! I should have known..." "No Todd, I'm better than those whores. Some of us can still act rationally and behave in a civilized manner. But I believe that the performance I put on tonight...HEH! Pretending that I might not screw you on the first date...pretending that I don't want to take you right here and now on the floor...I think that effort on my part deserves a reward. Just because I had a little trouble controlling my breasts doesn't mean you get to leave me hanging!" Her voice was severe, insistent. A hard and lustful gleam shone in her emerald eyes. "I've behaved like a decent, respectable lady tonight, you don't know how hard that is for us. I deserve to have sex with you, Todd Caldwell, and 'NO' isn't an option." Todd sighed in disappointment. "Natalie, I know what's going to happen, and I don't wa-" "I'm sorry Todd!" And she jumped him. Syringe in hand. She must have concealed it in her purse! There was a sharp twinge as she plunged the needle into his arm quicker than he was prepared to react. He should have seen this coming! It was really no surprise; He'd seen the news reports, of course these women would start to use force eventually! As horny as they were, it was small wonder that it hadn't...hadn't happened...s-soon...sooner... Todd's world went dark. *** It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong, but at least the time of day was apparent. They'd...they'd been going at it all afternoon, evening...night...and the morning of the next day. But...more than that...something was terrible, impossibly wrong. The hand raised to the light was slender, delicate, and feminine. No...that...that doesn't make sense. The tingle...the sensation of swelling...bloating in the chest...that didn't make sense either. That hand, that incongruous, delicate hand came to rest...on Tits! Bobbing, bouncing tits! "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" She screamed! It...it can't be! It...it wasn't supposed to happen to me!" The girl was hysterical. There was a stirring beside her. "Calm down, it happens to a lot of people; more everyday." Denise murmured, blinking her eyes repeatedly as she roused herself from exhausted, post-coital slumber. "Y-you! You did this to me!" protested the girl, a sheen layer of moist sweat glistening on her skin. "You infected me with...with your girly disease!" Denise only shrugged. "Hey, I didn't put a gun to your head! You were all for it, and said you had 'prevention'. Heh, you're lucky if those so-called 'cures' work even half the time! It's a damn shame though, I was hoping you'd have a 'morning flagpole' for me. But no such luck." "B-but...it should have worked!" The voluptuous blond brushed a flowing lock of sun-blond hair from her smooth, youthfully feminine face. "The company said that...that the anti-fungal agents prevented infection! It...it shouldn't have been able to do this to...AHHH!" The girl jerked with a sharp cry, arching her back as the lips of her new pussy opened wide and engorged. A thick wad of white foam billowed outwards from her moistening twat as a spasm of carnal yearning seized her. "Whoops; you're foaming at the pussy! That's a dead give-away! Guys are looking for that nowadays." Denise warned, sagely. "You'll wanna clean up before you leave." "I'm...I'm not...this isn't...can't be happening!" the buxom beauty insisted. "I'm a man!" She insisted in a girlish falsetto. "I'm...Paul Nesmith! I can't...I can't go around like this!" She looked down in shock at the bulging, coconut-sized boobs upon her smooth, slick chest. Rivulets of moisture flowing down between the fleshy valley of her ample cleavage, down her sleek belly towards her foaming, frothing cunt; undeniable symptom of the infection that had consumed her manhood. Denise giggled. "Well, I'm afraid you're 'Paula Nesmith' now!" The girl who had once been a very male landlord in his sixties rose up on petite, female feet. "This...I'm not doing this..." Her eyes wandered the room frantically, as if searching for her old life. A blond cascade swept over her gleaming shoulders, the yellow mane of hair was streaked through the middle with a shock of pure white, the last lingering trace of Paula's true age and former identity. Other than that white stripe, she had the body of a 20-year old stripper at a tit-lovers club. "I'M NOT GOING TO GO CRUISING FOR GUYS!!" she shrieked. Again, another giggle from Denise. "Heh, a tough guy? It'll take you until the end of the day to change your mind." The wiser slut explained. "The Heat will hit you, if it hasn't already. And you'll know that only a man can cool that craving, only sex will make that...fiery madness go away. The twisting itch you'll get in your cunt, only a penis can help. And only if he cums inside you. That's most important; whatever you do or don't do, just make sure the guy blows his load in your pussy. Or it'll never stop." "N-no...I'm leaving..." announced Paula. "I've got to...to think." she slipped on an old T-shirt over her sweat-slicked, bosomy figure. And almost immediately began to itch...and itch...and scratch... "What the...what's wrong with this shirt?" "Nothing's wrong with the shirt; it's your skin. You're a Teaser now, Girlfriend." Denise explained, stretching out her ripe, nude form upon the cum-drenched sheets. "Wh-who? What?" "You haven't heard? The Fungi affects some people in a slightly different way; it often depends on what kind of 'cures' (snicker- snicker) they tried to use to protect themselves. You used some kind of ointment that a fly-by-night company said would kill the Bug. But the Fungus is far more adaptable than most people think. It reacted with your skin ointment as part of your transformation. I've known a lot of Teasers; you'll find wearing...almost any kind of clothing all but impossible." Denise rose from the bed, her own pussy foaming now, to head off to the bathroom. "WHAAAAAAT!?! YOU MEAN I'VE GOTTA SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A SWEATY, NAKED, PORN-QUEEN?" "Not necessarily," Denise reported, as she entered the bathroom door. "Some of the Teasers I know say they can put up with reeeeeeally tiny bikinis." *** They had warned her about her breasts. They said that it was largely unpredictable. Something about her cells beginning to generate more elastic tissue as well as a possible 'restoration' of milk production. Ha! By the next day after Susan's treatment, she felt like Elsie the Cow! But the scary part was not knowing how big she would get. She'd been driving home, back from the airport, when the surges began to hit her again. It was like a dam about to burst from a wall of water; a balloon stressed to its limit. The procedure had given her perfectly perky D-cups; round orbs that were perfect for drawing a man's attention, yet no so large as to be ostentatious or slutty. But Susan had swerved on the road in surprise from the sudden, unexpected blossoming of her new, perfect tits. The tightness, the pressure within seemed to bloat her creamy orbs another inch in length, while her aureoles and nipples seemed to be riding higher. Near the bottoms of her prodigious boobs, there was a tautness, followed by a liquid warmth...she could feel it...her breasts...their...their capacity was increasing...like her body was...preparing her! Fear and trepidation accompanied Susan as she pulled into her home, and unlocked the side door to enter. She'd done this for her husband ultimately. The private doctors had been passing word in her social circle that the use of revolutionary fungal enzymes could do the impossible; not only reverse aging, but augment sexual characteristics! And it had worked! Oh how it had worked! She knew that his interest in her had been flagging for a long time. She'd never had much in the way of tits, and middle age hit Susan hard; she just hadn't been able to stop the wrinkles and crow's feet from shriveling up her features. Her husband hadn't touched her in...in years. She knew he had his eye on the sweet young things at work. And now she could compete! That had of course, been the real reason she was out of town for the weekend. In just 30 hours after injection, 30 years of blemishes and wrinkles had melted away. It was disturbing the way she started...foaming...frothing at her vagina...but it seemed a small price to pay. But then...at the Truck Stop when she stopped for gas...something...had happened. In her new, youthened body, she knew she'd draw a lot of stares. But...it had affected her in a way she'd never imagined before! There was a burning sensation, an odd Heat that was building in her. She found herself staring at men's crotches. Her pussy...it felt increasingly moist increasingly hot...as she filled up her gas tank outside...she was...STOP IT! There she was, staring at men's crotches again. There was the twist, inside her crotch, inside her womb, a deep twisting ache. But it was not painful, or aggravating, it was invigorating! He had been an unusually tall, bear of a man. A thick, but very neat and trim beard, brawny and powerful forearms, country-boy overalls, and a cigar in his mouth. She stared at the bulge in his crotch. He stared back. Susan couldn't explain why she did what she did. She just followed him. She waited until he was finished in the Men's room and...and it was so unlikely that she never would have dreamed herself capable of it...but she raised her skirts to him! She just bent over, pulled down her panties and just bared her naked ass to him! His sperm was like...like a narcotic! She couldn't explain why she'd allowed herself to be dragged into the men's room, why she allowed herself to be taken from behind like a rutting bitch. There were a thousand reasons not to, and yet she allowed it! The objections of her mind just...just lost their power...and she welcomed the Trucker's beefy eight-inches to slam into her slathering womanhood with ecstasy! And the sperm! The feeling of him cumming, the feeling of live, potent sperm swimming into her...it sent her on a High! She felt blessed, perfect, invincible as his hot seed permeated her femalia! It took her a few minutes to regain her composure...to come down from her high. Male semen had become a drug to her! On the final stretch of the drive home, she had to loosen her silken blouse, her tits seemed even fuller, even larger than before...and she could feel her nipples thrusting, lengthening, engorging! It was becoming increasingly difficult to drive; she...she kept thinking about that Trucker! That beefy, bearded Trucker, and the semen he'd shot into her! When her milk came in, she nearly caused an accident on the busy highway, swerving as she did! The driving became an exercise in multi- tasking, between her grapefruit-sized tits, constantly leaking milk...and her hands...switching to her pantiless crotch to masturbate. She had grunted and moaned as she pulled into the driveway, her fingers all slick with the hot grease of female lubrication, her engorged and eager cunt craving more...her breasts, trickling hot, sweet milk. But...the worse part was...she liked it! She was filled with the sort of desire that makes you feel truly alive! It was not some torturous need, but an invigorating goal! She liked her new urges! She liked the idea of having to drive a car with one hand while she masturbated herself with the other! She liked the idea of having buoyant, bouncy boobs that lactated uncontrollably! And she loved her new, luscious, youthful figure! No wrinkles! No arthritis! Everywhere she was tight and taut! Even her breasts, while far larger than ever before, seemed higher and firmer than they naturally should have been! But...but her husband...what would he think...what would he do? "...The CDC denies the allegations and repeats their earlier statement," said a smooth, soft-spoken female radio announcer. "I Repeat," began the voice of a middle-aged man in an authoritarian tone. "These rumors are false! These reports of a feminizing fungal infection from Mars are utterly outlandish! Our laboratories have studied the matter in extensive detail; there is NO infectious, sex-changing disease! There is no infection that will turn women promiscuous, No infection that will somehow, turn men into women. It is just an urban legend. We believe that a new, hallucinatory narcotic is responsible for-" Susan turned off the radio, not paying attention as she passed her kitchen and followed the voices she heard in the living room. The naked woman bobbed up and down on the throbbing, hard penis. Her jet-black, raven-colored hair obscured some of her sharply elegant features as she grunted with ecstasy. Her bobbing breasts were moist around her erect nipples with traces of milk. And her entire torso was writhing in concert with the undulations of her pelvis, as she cajoled the olive-skinned, Hispanic man beneath her to yet another orgasm. "EXCUSE ME!!!" Susan shrieked. The naked Brunette looked up, blue eyes blinking in confusion. Her rhythmic rutting of the cock below her slowed only slightly. Finally, recognition dawned. "Ohhhh...hi Sue-poena!" giggled the raven-haired slut. It was...that name...it was her pet nickname...being a Tort lawyer as Susan was. But...the only one who called her that was... "Victor?" She asked in equal parts surprise and disgust. The other woman twittered girlishly. "Vicky now! It's so much more fun to be a slut;" she announced. "I get sooooo much more sex this way! Before, I had to bribe women, go to whores, do sexual harassment, it was all such a hassle! Now..." She ground her pelvis harder against the man's penis. "All I have to do is get naked! It's great!!" Her breasts each released a quick stream of milk as she quivered with lust. Susan was speechless! Her husband...it had been worse than she imagined! Not only was he cheating on her with those pretty young things; now, he'd become one of those pretty young things she'd been so worried about! Then, the Scent hit her. It was a foul, musky odor, the sort that sends women immediately scurrying for an air freshener. And yet...the aroma...it was exciting! Enticing! The perverted stench aroused a deep, primal instinct within her! And Susan noticed that in addition to the well-built, smooth-chested man Vicky was atop of, on the couch at the far end of the living room there were two more girls, slutty blondes with outrageous breasts, both sleeping, both with frothing, foaming white pussies, and between them was a young, fit male. Probably no older than nineteen, a clean-shaven, bronze-skinned teen, dark haired, Hispanic, likely related to Vicky's stud. Though barely conscious, Susan could see that his penis was just beginning to return to life and vigor. "And...and who are...these men..." she asked...terrible urges rising inside of her. Vicky shrugged. "They don't speak English, so we can talk all we want; they only understand the language of love. She bent down to tongue-wrestle with the man beneath her. The implications hit Susan quickly; they might not understand what was happening in the city, they might not have heard about the contagious womanhood that was being spread by sluts like Vicky! The doctors who had transformed Susan had assured her that she was sterile, not in terms of reproduction; just that she wouldn't pass on any infections to any male partners. So they said. She had hoped that was true; not that it mattered for her marriage anymore. There were still reasons not to do what she did, many reasons. Yet the image of the Trucker came back to her, and she gasped sharply at the recollection of the pleasure, the seething pleasure of a man blasting his seed inside of her. With a throaty moan, Susan's expensive blouse and business dress were discarded; her naked body, more toned, smooth and voluptuous than any fifty-year old could normally hope to be, scampered over to the sleeping stud. As she enveloped him with her lusting, licentious body, the dim cries of her conscience, her notions of propriety and respectability, her battered down into silence by the piston-like thrusts of the teen's erect, virile cock. *** The throbbing had stopped now, and she was relieved. It shouldn't have happened! What about the cures! Two of the them! They were the best, the latest thing! But...but it hadn't worked! Jason had awakened naked in the bushes of the municipal park, the Slut Bus long gone, as was all the hair on his body. He'd watched in horror as his slimming chest began to sprout enlarged nipples, which began to blossom into boobs! Real boobs! Then...blackout...he'd heard that the Change was enormously stressful on the body. He tried to go for help...someone...somewhere...when next he'd awakened. As he'd feared, his penis had gotten smaller yet...arms...slimmer...less muscle...as Jason had crawled through the grass, stark naked, he resolved to remain awake...to get help...when he felt his hips crack...another blackout, as his body was forced into unconsciousness by the physiological strain of the transformation. She'd awakened with a shout of lust, as a new pussy unfolded where once a cock had been. Immediately, she began to foam and froth. And all who saw her would know that she was in an advanced stage of infection by Triple; so named on the street from the appearance of three X chromosomes in cells that had been infected; according to egg-head scientists studying the thing. But it had many names; and the new girl scarcely cared. She was sleek, muscled, powerful. Her legs were of special interest; they were the firm and taut legs of a fitness model or female track star. Jason...er...no...not Jason...Jocelyn now...had noticed that she'd retained her powerful, six-pack abs. But...but these boobs! "AHHHNH!" She yelped as her tits began to inflate yet more; that part Jocelyn didn't understand; why her boobs were expanding, inflating with hot, sweet milk. Her slim, feminine fingers clutched her rampant orbs, as the taut, firm girlflesh swelled through and past her grasp, pure boob surpassing her hands as she tried hopelessly to contain herself. When she'd awakened, each tit was no larger than a cereal bowl, but with each furtive quiver, with each swollen throb, bulging bazookas engorged with a life of their own, with a force from within. As Jocelyn tried to stand on her muscled legs, she was momentarily caught off-balance by the shifting water-weight attached to her chest. Soon, the swelling sensation of painful pleasure tore a primal howl from Jocelyn's shapely throat as her boobs slowed their expansion at a vast size that was large enough for her to hide a pencil in her cleavage, and taken together; her tanned tits could have contained an entire jug of Gatorade, so plump was their girth. Yet it was not an electrolyte supplement that filled her boobs, it was collostrum, lactic acid, and other vital nutrients, that leaked from bulging nipples in ivory-white rivulets. The thrill of the hunt seized her as she beheld the man. He was a pleasant enough, average fellow with neatly-trimmed brown hair, a dimpled chin, and a dazed smile. The tuxedo he wore and jewelry box he carried suggested he was on his way to make a romantic proposal of some sort. A fit of jealous rage seized Jocelyn at the thought of another woman having a lifetime claim on this man. She deserved him! Her cunt was frothing furiously; aching and twisting with a flaming lust that only a penis would satiate! As her long, powerful legs propelled her at the man, Jocelyn was dimly aware that she had once been Jason, a manly man that could never have tolerated such interest. But Jason's ideas and desires were mere academic footnotes now, as the predatory libido burned in Jocelyn's blood; and powered her muscles. Hapless and helpless, the man was clobbered by an athletic whirlwind of sleek legs and muscled thighs. On instinct alone, Jocelyn subdued her prey, cast him into the bushes even as she shredded his clothes. She was on him before he could call out for help. His penis was out, her sopping cunt ground against his flaccid manhood, enticing him to erection, while a spurting teat was thrust into his open mouth. The sweet richness of her spewing breastmilk would stifle his cries for help, and the wholesome sweetness would calm his fears. Swifter than she had dared hope, his rod had become erect! Long before his manhood could attain full length, he was already inside the slippery cavern of lubricated bliss that gaped with feminine hunger between Jocelyn's thighs. She would not be a weak, foolish woman that would gyrate herself in an attempt to entice a man; to see a man was to hunt him, and she would claim his body and seed through her strength alone! *** "The truth is, this is what you've wanted all along." Natalie explained, as Todd's throbbing penis detonated into her frothing, foaming cunt; a potent surge of jism jetted into her moist core, provoking the narcotic state that had all the XXX-girls addicted to semen. "N-no..." Todd moaned, feeling the first stages of infection. "Oh, it's true Todd." she insisted. Rocking backwards on the bed where her date was tied-down, spread-eagle and naked. Todd was fully restrained to the bedposts of the plush king-sized, using handcuffs, and an assortment of leather belts to keep him helpless. "You see, we didn't meet at the Cafe last week; we first met years ago, when you were just a child." Even through the delirium that was claiming Todd's thoughts, he was intrigued. "At that time, I too was a Peace-Corps volunteer like your parents; but I was getting into my seventies." A thoroughly absurd statement, in light of Natalie's firm, youthful voluptuousness, the tight perfection of her silken skin, and the firm buoyancy of melon-sized tits that stood high and dripped milk like the most fertile of young women. Not a trace of gray at all in her amber-colored hair. "I heard about what happened to you in Central Africa, and I was such good friends with your parents that I...I started to worry about you to. And I shared their joy at your survival, I was interested in you as you grew up. Even as a young teen, you had a depth of character that I came to respect." Todd was baffled. "Auntie Nat?" he asked, remembering a nickname he'd used for a friend of his parents from childhood. She smiled and nodded. "That's right. I've got my youth back, and...well, who am I kidding; I NEVER looked this good, even when I was your age! And a few months ago, I found out where you were living, right when the Triple X epidemic started." "Wh-what do you know about...it..." Todd stammered, sweat moistening his brow, as his penis hardened yet again; that was one of the early symp