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A BRIEF STORY ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD
By Wyrdey
"Do you think there's anyone else left?" asked Doug for the tenth time
that day.
"Don't be silly, of course there is," Mark said, adding his part to
their now familiar conversation. "They're just all holed up somewhere,
like us".
Doug looked unconvinced. As usual.
He lay back down under the tarpaulin sheet that they were using as a
makeshift shelter.
The roof that stretched out around them looked as big and empty as ever.
They had no idea about where or how the trouble had started - and this
was consequently the topic of another of their regular discussions. They
seemed to have eventually come to a vague agreement that it was most
likely the result of some perverse nanotech experiment gone horribly
wrong.
Though Doug still had his theories about aliens.
The very beginning had been barely noticeable: some odd rumours,
emanating from various widely-spread sources, about ill-defined 'mass
disturbances'. The stories always soon got more desperate and bizarre -
just before contact was suddenly lost with that city.
It had spread so unbelievably fast that most people had yet to hear a
word about it by the time that they had started appearing in the
streets.
At first people were unsure how to react to them, with their
outstretched arms, moaning, and unsteady walk.
But it had become apparent soon enough that their condition was highly
contagious.
Panic had broken out. Violence was tried at first, before it was
realised that the enemy simply couldn't be killed. No matter how
horrific their injuries, they just kept dragging themselves towards you.
No matter what you did to them - what weapon you used - they would heal,
completely and with incredible speed.
Countless people had been infected trying to find a way to kill them.
When it became obvious that no ordinary force could stop them, people
had fled madly. The majority of their victims seemed to have been
claimed in the packed streets - the infection moving through the crowds
faster than the jammed masses could run.
Those who had hidden in their homes had been more successful. Although
they were unstoppable, they seemed distinctly lacking in strength,
intelligence, and agility.
A locked door could keep them out - for a while, at least.
But in the preceding days, hunger had begun to drive people outside and
into their waiting arms.
Mark and Doug had been lucky. They had been at their work in the corner
store when things had started. When they had seen, with disbelieving
eyes, what was happening they had simply lowered the heavy roller-door
out front and locked everything up. They had just sat there for three
days, all their frantic phone calls going unanswered as they listened to
radio station after radio station flaring into panic, then silence.
They had thought themselves safe until around midnight on the fifth day,
when Mark had woken to the nightmare sound of an army of them stumbling
into the room. They had somehow gotten in through the back, he still
didn't know how.
Fortunately, they had been prepared for this eventuality and had run up
the service stairs and onto the roof, locking and barricading the door
behind them.
Mark had had the foresight to leave provisions on the roof, so things
weren't as bad as they could have been - though it would be hard to tell
that to someone after they'd spent thirty-six hours awake, listening to
the scraping and soft moaning coming from behind that locked door.
Earlier that morning, though, things had suddenly gone quiet.
They didn't dare say it, but each secretly hoped that they had been
given up on.
Doug was restless, Mark could see that he was about to begin the
'friends and family' discussion, when...
Doug sat bolt upright, listening.
"What!?!" Mark asked with barely suppressed alarm.
"Shhh!" Doug hissed, still listening.
Mark tried to stop breathing so as to better hear...
Footsteps.
Quick footsteps.
Running footsteps, not slow, unsteady footsteps...
Mark and Doug threw themselves to their feet and ran to the edge of the
roof.
Looking down, they saw a lone figure running through the empty streets.
"Hey!" Doug called down to him.
The person stopped and glanced up fearfully.
"Where'd you come from?" Doug called down, hoping to hear something,
anything, about survivors.
The man shrugged, his sandy hair blowing in the breeze. "Back there
somewhere" he called. "Hey, you got food? I ain't eaten in three days,
man!"
"We'll throw something down" Mark called.
He was just turning when he saw...
The man saw him freeze and followed his gaze back down the street.
Two shadows were reaching around the corner of a building.
The man stood there, paralysed with fear.
Then they came into sight.
There were two of them, both French maids. Their impossibly curvaceous
bodies spilling from their minute little uniforms as they minced along
unsteadily in their super-high stilettos.
One of them saw him.
She let a little shriek of total girlish delight.
Suddenly the moaning began again. From every corner, every doorway,
every alley, from behind every bush, came teetering an army of
incredibly busty beauties. There were policewomen, strippers, nurses,
cocktail waitresses, lifeguards, teachers, dancers, cowgirls, co-eds,
secretaries, harem girls... every possible figure of male fantasy began
sashaying hungrily towards him, moaning with mad desire.
He yelped and gazed up at Mark and Doug in horror.
"Climb up!" they shouted. "Climb up the drainpipe!"
The man was obviously extremely weak with hunger, but driven by pure
adrenalin, he began to desperately pull his way up.
"Look out!" Mark called, pointing to an immense bra clinging to the
rough surface of the wall by its lace. "Don't touch those! They're
infected! They try to throw them up here every now and then. I've seen
what they can do."
The man gave the bra a wide berth.
He was about half way up when he slipped and fell.
The girls were closing in, moaning louder than ever, taking the fastest
little steps that they could, many madly fondling themselves as they
wiggled forward, reaching out desperately to touch...
With shouted encouragements ringing in his ears, the man picked himself
up and began to claw his way back up the wall, terror in his eyes.
The girls began to crowd beneath him, whimpering and bouncing.
Mark reached for his hand, trying to not see the blind, animal dread
written across his face.
A Lingerie Model, taller than the others, reached up and grabbed the
man's foot.
He screamed as he fell back into the throng.
Doug had to look away. Mark just stared, paralysed with horror, his hand
still reaching down.
The man instantly vanished under a pile of writhing, creamy female
flesh. They licked and sucked and rubbed themselves hard against him,
out of their minds with lust. Pieces of his clothing were thrown
triumphantly in the air, torn free of his struggling body. Beneath all
the noises of desperate feminine need, there could be heard a muffled,
terrified scream - a scream that steadily rose in pitch, until...
Pouting and whimpering with disappointment, the crowd of girls pulled
back.
There, lying spreadeagled on the ground, was a stereotypical Beach Babe.
Her long, blonde hair ringed her panting face like a halo as she lay
there, wearing only a tiny pink bikini obviously many sizes too small to
contain her luscious body. Suddenly her previously puzzled eyes bulged,
and, whimpering, she slipped a delicate hand down into her miniscule
briefs and rubbed madly, her head thrown back and face contorted with
need as she moaned her new desire. She got up, still pumping, and stood
unsteadily on her stilettos, gazing up with the others, looking at the
boys on the roof.
Her big, pretty eyes burned with crazed lust.
Mark and Doug leapt back from the edge and stared off into space,
wordless.
"They'll get us all eventually" Doug whimpered.
Mark didn't feel quite up to answering.
"How could we ever get away? They'll just be waiting and waiting and
waiting and..." his voice suddenly broke, he just gazed into space,
squeaking and trying to clear his throat.
Mark finally looked over at him.
He froze.
"What?" Doug squeaked. His swollen red lips pulled into a pout.
He followed Mark's look; down his body, to his feet.
A miniscule pink bikini top had just landed across one of his shoes.
He gaped up in panic.
"Help me!" he squealed in a voice that just got higher and higher. "Help
me!"
Mark could only watch in horror as his friend began to change.
His clothes shrunk, pulling tight against his body and rocketing up
long, shapely legs. His hair fell around his shoulders, slowly turning a
deep, fiery red. He gave a little shriek, forced his thighs tight
together under his new tiny little plaid skirt, and grabbed at himself.
He screamed down at his chest as his breasts exploded into big jiggling
mounds, forcing his straining blouse open even further.
Then his scream trailed off into a soft little moan...
Slowly, he moved a questing hand down to his bouncing breasts and,
hesitantly at first, squeezed at them. Gasping with newfound pleasure,
he looked up at Mark, a strange hungry light shining from his softening
face.
Mark finally unfroze and tried to run, but the impossibly built
schoolgirl threw herself at him with surprising speed.
Mark looked down at the girl's gorgeous little face as she hungrily
wrapped herself around him. He crazily tried to tear her off, but she
just giggled prettily and pressed herself against him all the harder.
Mark groaned in frustration. After a week without even seeing a girl, to
have this beautiful young little thing, built like a wet-dream, rubbing
herself against him was a double torture.
"Doug, please...!" he begged.
The girl just giggled and licked her lips.
God, did she have to look so HOT?
She squealed in joy and slid down him, rubbing her face against his
increasing hard-on.
Mark sobbed and tried to break free, but...
The girl tore open his pants and, shrieking her joy, plunged his
throbbing cock down her hungry little throat.
Mark gasped as she clung to him, sucking and squeezing desperately.
It felt so good!
He gave a little squeak of pleasure, brushing the lengthening blonde
hair from his face as he writhed, clothes dwindling. It felt so
impossibly wonderful to have someone down there between his long, smooth
legs. He looked down at her pretty little face as she ecstatically
slurped on his shrivelling manhood. He could feel her tongue rolling it
around in her big mouth and he giggled. He continued looking down at his
little friend until she suddenly vanished behind the wall of creamy
cleavage that popped up from his chest. He cooed and slipped a hand
under his new tiny little spandex top, wondering if all cheerleaders got
to wear uniforms this pretty. Just as he could feel his new friend
struggling to keep his now-miniscule genitals in her mouth, he squeezed
at his big, nice new boobies, biting his swollen lips and imagining a
big, hairy man hand doing the same.
He squealed as he came, squirting the last tiny remnants of his
masculinity into her slurping mouth.
The schoolgirl whimpered as lacy little panties appeared between her
lips and the thing that had once been a cock. Pouting sexily, she pulled
her head out from under the cheerleader's pretty little skirt.
The cheerleader gasped at the sudden strange new feeling between her
legs. She felt a gloriously fiery implosion and thrust a manicured hand
under the waistband of her skirt and into her tight little panties. She
thrust her head back as she madly rubbed herself, feeling the fire
build. She opened her big, red lips and out came a moan of infinite,
bottomless, feminine need.
She sat up and threw herself at the pouting schoolgirl, wrapping her
long legs around her, forcing their lips tightly together.
The two rolled around, fighting over that last, faint taste of cum in
the schoolgirl's mouth, squeezing at one another, murmuring with desire.
Finally, when it was totally gone, they broke apart and struggled
unsteadily to their feet, teetering in their big new pretty girl shoes.
Moaning and still rubbing themselves, the two impossibly overdeveloped,
wet-dreams of girls began mincing as fast as they could to the door.
Soon they would be downstairs with their sisters, searching madly for
those last few hiding men.
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