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