Outbreak

“I’ll take questions now,” the man said, shifting his weight as he stood behind the podium. He looked uncomfortable and pale in the camera lights.

The pool of reporters roared with questions. The man at the pointed squinted and pointed at one, “What is causing this?”

“We don’t know. At this time it would be inappropriate to speculate, as I said in the briefing our main concern right now is containment.” His eyes scanned the crowd again, worried he might see one of the things sitting among the reporters. “Yes, Carol, go ahead.”

“Is it a viral infection?”

“Again, we don’t know. We have ascertained that it is transmitted similarly to a virus, including a high rate of infection, but we don’t know if the underlying cause is actually a virus. Pete.”

“Is this primarily a national health concern or a military concern? Do you think this could be a biological attack by a hostile nation?”

“Both, to answer your first question. At the moment, we have nothing to indicate that this is an act of terrorism or an attack, but it hasn’t been ruled out. As you’ll understand, the national security concerns are not my department. Uh, you miss, yes.”

“Where did the outbreak begin?”

“We’re not using that word. Two incidences were simultaneously reported, one in New York City and one in Houston. Chinese authorities have also reported two cases in Beijing.”

“Mr. Secretary, there are reports of the infected exhibiting severe physiological changes. Particularly, the eyes turning a bright color and even mutations to the physical body.. Can you comment on these or other symptoms?”

The man sighed and removed his glasses, his hand trembling slightly as he placed them on the podium, “Yes. A discoloration of the eyes is a precursor to the infection, likely due to some interaction with the liver. Other physiological changes are inconsistent.” He coughed. “I’ll direct this line of questioning to the CDC from here.”

“Are they dangerous?”

“Not directly. The danger is in the infection. Again we urge the public to be cautious, if you see someone exhibiting strange behavior, do not approach them.”

A woman leaned forward and whispered in the man’s ear while placing a note in his hand. He picked his glasses up from the podium and put them back on. “Ladies and gentleman, the president is ordering mobilization of our armed forces in conjunction with the National Guard in the following cities: Atlanta, Boston, Chicago, Dallas, Los Angeles, Memphis, Nashville, Richmond, San Diego, and the District of Columbia. Also, all military forces worldwide have been put on high alert. Finally, the 42nd Infantry Division of the New York State Guard are being deployed to assist local authorities in the evacuation of the island of Manhattan. I can’t take any further questions at this time, thank you.”

The room burst into yelling as the officials were ushered out of the room by soldiers.

“Stay close to me,” Martin said as they approached the checkpoint. Lucy hefted her bag on her shoulder and squeezed Martin’s hand tighter. All around them, people shuffled in an uneasy pace, funneling slowly past armed soldiers. The soldiers periodically ordered people to look up. A few people had even been shuffled off discreetly to one of the white tents which dotted the checkpoint lines. Despite the number of the crowd, people maintained a small distance from one another.

Lucy’s heart pounded in her chest. It had taken them hours to get this far. Things were much worse behind them. The radio reported widespread rioting and looting. Everyone told rumors that infected had been spotted all over the city, yet no one had actually seen one. The soldiers had arrived suddenly and with an unnerving precision. From the moment the announcements began, trucks were moving through the streets. Checkpoints appeared in minutes, and men in hazard suits started examining anyone who tried to pass. Martin and Lucy passed through two already on their way out. Both times felt like executions. Lucy had seen the look of panic and confusion come over people as they were escorted out of the line.

“Next please, quickly,” said the guard.

Three people were in front of them in the line. Martin shook his free hand nervously. This point was different. Armored cars created a metal wall in front of the open maw of the Lincoln tunnel. The hundreds of evacuees funneled into five single file lines. The men and women in white hazards suits were doing rapid physical examinations of each person, but so far no one had been detained. Between the barricade and the tunnel entrance stood a much larger white tent. Silhouettes created by the massive floodlights moved around inside clearly preparing for something.

“The president is on Air Force One,” a man behind them said. “Heard it on the radio. Him and his staff were put on the plane a few hours ago. It’s worse than they’re saying. Something’s worse than they’re saying.”

Martin eyed him. The man’s wet eyes rolled around to look at everyone with suspicion, and his brow beaded with sweat. Martin pulled Lucy closer to him.

Two lines over, a commotion drew everyone’s attention. A middle aged man was arguing with the soldiers. It ended quickly. The man was thrown to the ground and swarmed by the guards. His hands were zip tied, and he was carried away. The entire encounter took less than two minutes. “Step forward,” said the guard.

The crowd went quiet. Martin and Lucy did not see anything to cause this, but a hush fell over the hundreds of people. The lights of the city were going out. Buildings flipped off wholesale as if someone turned a massive light switch. The streetlights around them winked into darkness, leaving only the floodlights providing any illumination. Behind them was the blackness of a city without power. The silence of the nothingness washed over them and then, screams.

The wet eyed man let out a nervous laugh, “They are coming.”

As if an unseen force had suddenly pushed them, the crowd surged towards the barricade. Martin grabbed Lucy’s arm and pulled her forward. Guards lined up with raised rifles.

“Stay behind the barriers!” they shouted. “We will fire on you!”

The back of the crowd cried out and went silent in waves. More gunfire, but this time from the white tent in front of the tunnel. The guards turned to look, and the crowd surged forward. Hundreds began streaming towards the tunnel. The armored cars closed ranks and metal reinforcements were going up behind them, blocking the entrance entirely.

Lucy saw the first one. It was a man moving incredibly quickly. He fell upon a woman and they disappeared into the dark crowd. All around her, people were being snatched out of the crowd as it moved forward. She caught sight of another, a woman, tearing the mask off of a soldier.

From the white tent, an inhuman roar bellowed across the crowd. The side of the tent ripped open, and a monstrous man emerged. He towered above the soldiers who ran to stop him, his body thick with muscle. The crowd yelled out for them to shoot, but the soldiers could only stare, blank faced. A strange miasma flowed out from the tent, stunning everyone in the vicinity of the creature. Martin watched as a woman ran forward from the crowd, tearing open her blouse while her husband shouted after her. In moments, she was on her hands and knees before the monster trying to fit a twelve inch cock in her mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” Martin whispered. He tightened his grip on Lucy and pulled her away, back into the dark of the city.

“Ladies and gentleman,” the anchor began, “we apologize for the interruption. We’ve been able to verify that the entirety of the Northeastern seaboard is without electricity. Our studio is operating on an emergency generator, and that can sustain us for a relatively lengthy period of time. We will stay with you as long as possible.”

He shuffled the papers on his desk. His tie was undone, and his eyes showed his lack of sleep. “We have several new reports and, I’m not going to sugar coat it any more. For my whole time with this station, I’ve maintained the air of objective disconnection one expects from this chair. But I cannot separate myself from this. At this point, I’m not the anchorman for this station, I’m just myself reading the news. Forgive me, like so many of you, I am worried and tired.

“The checkpoints are closed. Thirty minutes ago, the President gave the order from Air Force One to close all routes out of the city. Our best advice to you now, if you are still in the city, is to get to the roof of a tall building with an open space. The military is arranging for rescue missions as we speak. Procure a source of fresh water and as much food as you can, then barricade yourself in. Do not open the door for strangers, and do not let them touch you.”

The anchor leaned forward in his chair, “The government has released some numbers. I’ll get to those in a moment, but I want you to know that we had a reporter on the Brooklyn Bridge. She was able to get a message to us before...well, before we lost contact. One of our audio engineers is getting it ready for the broadcast. I have been told that the content is disturbing. Until that’s ready I have some numbers to go over.”

“The President authorized the CDC to give out these numbers, and they are not good. The infection is spreading rapidly, very rapidly. Data models are showing that by the end of the hour, over 60% of the population of any major city will be infected. Rescue centers are being set up around the country as quickly as possible. We urge anyone who can to get to these safety zones. Quarantines are being constructed and, this is interesting, the President has ordered all nuclear facilities to shut down operations. You should have a map on your screen now showing the area of infection. If, if you can’t see it then, well the entire eastern seaboard. Most of California has fallen as well. So far the infection has been halted outside of Atlanta and Chicago. No reports are coming in from Texas.” He paused. “They’re telling me we are ready now to go to that audio. I’ll remind you that the content of this can be disturbing. This is from Channel 17 reporter, Audrey Ramirez, who we should have an image of on the screen. Forgive us folks we’re operating with very few personnel. Ok, it’s ready, we’ve cut to the relevant portion. Let’s listen.”

“.....something is happening. There seems to be a commotion at the checkpoint. Kenny, hey Kenny! Let’s get off the street. …. In here, come on. We’re inside of a pharmacy now, it seems to be deserted. The shelves have been looted, but it was all done in a hurry. Windows are all still in tact. Check for a back room, would you? … I was able to talk with one of the CDC workers named Dr. Richards. They’ve been monitoring the infection for some time now, and there’s things not being released to the public. Whatever is causing this, it’s causing an incredible physical change to the human body. He spent a lot of time talking about pheromones and a ‘hive mind’. I wanted to talk with him more, but we had to keep moving. Apparently, the infected have their own status structure. At the top are highly mutated males being referred to as Alphas. One of the Alphas is being taken out of the city, he didn’t know which route. The Alphas are incredibly dangerous as they can more or less drug people just by being close to them. That’s why there has been so little violence. They’re exuding some kind of….oh, Kenny! Kenny! Shit. Shit shit shit. One of them just walked in, but I don’t think it saw me. It’s a female, she’s...smelling for something? Oh, fuck, Kenny...don’t! Ahhgg, I...Kenny has been attacked. I can see more of them outside. I can try to get out the back maybe. The creature is...my god, the creature is taking off Kenny’s pants. He seems to be in some kind of trance. Oh….she’s now, um, copulating with him. The woman’s body is gorgeous, that’s the only way to describe it. She’s completely naked, and I can see the green glint in her eyes. Watching this is...it’s making me feel warm. I can’t remember why I wanted to leave now. I think I’m getting wet from watching this. God....no....I was too slow. I wanted to fuck Kenny for years and now this stranger has his cock inside of her. Oh...I am so wet, these panties are ruined. Unghhh, I need to get these clothes off to fuck...what are all these wires f--”

The anchor shook his head. “Um, apparently the feed cuts out there. Well, this is the first time we’ve had any on site description of the infected. It’s clear from that exchange that the creatures are exuding some type of chemical that renders their prey helpless. It confirms that the infected are moving with a mindless need for something. From this description that something is sex. Perhaps that is a more direct way of transmitting their infection or that the infection is causing a primal --”

A loud crash came from the left side of the studio. Yells of dismay started to fill the room. “It seems,” the anchor said with a slight break in his voice, “that we are about to end our broadcast. I hope that you all stay safe. Emergency stations are up and running, please keep those rolling so that survivors know where to go.” He took off his tie. “They’re in the next room now. It won’t be long. I’m going to ask that the camera remain on me until the end. At least this might give someone an idea of what these attacks look like.”

A moment or so passed with the anchor holding his hands clasped before him. Then a woman walked into the frame. Her hourglass figure slowly walked over to the anchor. She delicately pulled his head up to look at her. His eyes drank in her voluptuous figure as his hands began to explore her body. Pressing his head into her breasts, she reveled in the feeling of his hands groping her thick ass and hips. The smell of her sex pervaded his mind, driving out all thoughts of decency or morality. She pushed him back in his chair and knelt down behind the desk, in seconds she had stripped him from the waist down and was bathing his rigid cock with her tongue. As she worked, age fell off of the man. Wrinkles faded into smooth skin and grey hair regained its luster. He moaned as she popped his cock out of her mouth. In a quick motion she hopped on top of him, impaling herself and pulling the man’s open mouth onto her tits. As they began to vigorously rut, the camera fell over and the signal went black.

Sharp pain stabbed at Martin’s side as he collapsed against the door. “We, we made it,” he stammered, trying to catch his breath. “We fucking made it.” He laughed.

The others were all bent over trying to catch their breath. All except one, a man in scrubs. He was going from person to person, grabbing their face roughly and looking at their eyes. He got to the only other man besides Martin and was pushed away, “The fuck are you doing?”

“Checking for the infection,” the man in scrubs said. “All that running was fucking pointless if one of you is already turning.”

Martin stood up and looked the man in the eyes, “There, satisfied? My name is Martin. That’s Lucy.”

“Everett,” the man in scrubs said. “And that,” he gestured to a young Asian woman in the corner, “is Lien. We were part of the initial response team.”

“She speak English?” the gruff man asked.

“Yes,” Lien replied sharply. “For now at least. I don’t think the infected can use their tongues for much other than sucking cock.”

“This is insane,” Lucy said as she came to stand by Martin. “All those people started having a giant orgy. Why would they do that?”

“Yeah, Doc, why would they?” the gruff man said. He was lewdly eyeing Lien until Everett stepped in front of him.

“Didn’t get your name, did we?” the smaller man asked.

“Nick.” He was a big man with a broad build. As the room sized each other up, an uneasy sense of danger filled each of them. While Martin had never thrown a punch in his life, the pocks and scars on Nick’s face indicated that he hadn’t been so fortunate. Nick was clearly considering the same things. He’d spotted the group duck down an alleyway when the barricades were overrun and followed.

Lien spoke, “The sex seems to be their primary motivation. Once the infection has set in, that’s all they can think about. It’s helping to drive the outbreak. Which one of you would have denied a sex goddess who climbs on top of you naked?”

“You got a point, lady,” Nick said, moving further into the room.

They had taken refuge in a small tourist shop on the corner of a cross street. The shelves were mostly undisturbed, since no one had thought stealing tiny Empire State buildings would be that useful in an apocalypse. Martin walked around the shop and found an array of candy and other snacks. He threw some to Lucy and the others. Everett delivered bottles of water from a small cooler.

“Anything stronger back there?” Nick said as he took two bottles. Everett ignored him.

Martin sat down next to Lucy. He offered a packet of M&Ms to Everett. “So you were studying this before everything went to hell?”

Lien glanced at Everett, then nudged him with her knee. Everett swallowed a mouthful of the candy and then spoke, “Yeah, we arrived yesterday morning.” He didn’t continue.

Lucy huffed in frustration, “You know more than that. Why keep secrets now?”

Everett sighed, “I don’t think you’ll want to hear anything I have to say, but fine. My team arrived, and we were shown six patients. All had absolutely bizarre vitals. Heart rates that should kill you. Levels of hormones that should cause a toxic shock more than anything else. Nothing about their condition indicated that they would be contagious. They showed no signs of any kind of viral or bacterial infection. This was just the human body going insane. After a few hours, several of the hospital staff that had interacted with them were starting to show signs. That’s when the quarantine was ordered. We put them all in sedation and kept them in joint isolation.”

He took a long drink of water. Everett was a middle age man, but the hours had not been kind to him. His normally fit and dapper style had been deteriorated to a shabby, stooped look. “Around 1900 hours, something happened. Like a switch had been flipped. The original six started seizing. We intervened with the one we thought was Patient Zero. Once he was controlled, we packaged him up for transport. The other five were females and their seizing led to a distinct physical change. Before they had been of various ages and physical makeups, but after, their bodies had transformed into, well I guess you would call it the ideal woman. Large full breasts, full pouty lips, wide birthing hips and a rear to match. Their skin was free of blemishes of any kind, any kind of defect seemed to vanish. Like someone had hit the copy button on a lingerie model. They retained their differences, but all conformed to that ideal. Sex goddess.”

Lien picked up the story for him, “We left with Patient Zero. Our intent was to transport him to the CDC for a more secure area to test him. We didn’t realize that male transformations take longer. Or at least his did. He was that creature you saw at the tunnel. Removing him from the transport was a mistake. I think the Alphas can attract the others.”

“Alphas? Plural? You mean there’s more than one of those guys?” Nick asked.

Lien replied, “Yes. We have reports of others even here in the city. The infection reacts differently to the different bodies. Some become drones, some become Alphas. We had some reports out of China about a possible hive mind operation among the infected. The Chinese believed their outbreak was being orchestrated by something at the top, like a queen. Which means we’re getting our very own here in New York. Either one already exists somewhere or one hasn’t catalyzed yet.”

“That’s not so bad then, is it?” Nick said, jumping onto the top of a display case. “Long as she doesn’t have some kind of egg sac, you get a fucking python dick and all the pussy you can take. Hell, if that’s what I’m going to wind up as bring on the nymphos right --”

The window burst behind him. In an instant two beautiful women, one blonde and one brunette, had jumped through, the glass falling away from them like it was paper. One wrapped her arms around Nick’s waist while the other started to remove his clothes. Martin moved to help, but Everett grabbed him. “No, it’s too late. A single touch is enough. We have to go. Not through the street, this way. Everett led them through the rear of the store, pulling a security gate closed behind them. “Hang on, it’s going to take a second to get the rear door open.”

Lien joined Martin at the gate while Lucy sat down on the ground, “That’s ok. I want to see what happens.”

The women had Nick’s pants off and he removed his shirt on his own. “Come on,” he said, “Let’s see what all the fuss is about. Don’t you want to feel my cock inside of you sweetie.” He grabbed the blonde by the waist and lifted her on top of him, slowly lowering her onto his cock. The warmth of her waiting pussy flowed through his body and made his mind swirl with lust. “Hey, Marty, you’re missing out man. This is the best feeling pussy I’ve ever fucked. Look at this girl’s tits, a few hours ago it would have cost me a hundred bucks to feel a pair like this. Now I’ve got two sets. Ung...slow down baby I’m gonna….uhngggg.”

The blonde continued to bounce happily up and down on him, her pussy massaging out each drop of cum as she writhed against him. Martin couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her perfectly round ass bobbing up and down as she fucked him. The blonde finally let his cock slip out of her and she rolled off of him. The brunette took her place immediately. “Huh, look at that, guess one of the symptoms is being good to go again right away. Hey Li-li, when’s the cock start to get bigger?”

A strange sensation developed in Nick’s chest. He tried to focus on the feeling of the woman on top of him, but in seconds his cock spurted again, emptying his balls into her. His vision started to blur as the blonde moved up to massage his body with her hands. The hair on his chest started to just brush away and the feeling around his dick started to go to numbness. “Hey, wait a minute what the fuck is happening,” his voice cracked. Fatty tissue rapidly expanded on his chest, turning from flabby muscle to thick, soft tits.

“My god,” Everett said, looking at the spectacle. “You were right, Lien.”

She nodded with a satisfied smile, “The number of males in a population will be fixed.”

With a wet smack, the brunette rose off of what had been Nick. The new creature’s hands began to explore her body. The blonde guided the new female’s hand down to the waiting snatch, then plunged her fingers inside. They both squealed with delight. The brunette moved down to the new pussy and started lapping at it with her tongue. The new girl felt her first female orgasm building, and the growing ache for something thicker than a tongue or fingers to be inside of her. She cried out in pleasure as her body shuddered.

“We need to go,” Everett said. “They’ll lose interest in one another soon, and we’re next. Not sure I want to share Nicole’s fate.”

Martin nodded as Lien shook herself out of the dreamy stupor she had lapsed into. Lucy put her hand in Martin’s. “Come on,” she said.

“Right,” Martin replied, finally looking away from the women. “There was a shelter set up a few blocks from here. Might be our best chance. Work for everyone?”

They agreed and set off into the dark.

“The transport’s late,” the soldier reported. Captain Yates nodded. “Do you want us to make an announcement, sir?”

The Captain looked inside the school gymnasium, he estimated another eighty people inside not counting his soldiers. “No, check the perimeter again. If we have any breaches the convoy will leave us here until we get another medical clearance.”

“Y’sir,” the younger man said and trotted off with a few other soldiers in tow.

They had evacuated several hundred already. Orders had come down to set up shelters where medical could clear them and give out rubber stamp approvals. Then the convoys could load up as many as could fit and bus them out. Relieve some of the pressure on the checkpoints. Elderly and children first, no family separation. The hours of choosing who went and who stayed had worn him down. He didn’t have time for noble arguments of who got a seat. Maybe the next set of trucks would have room for eighty, and he could march out his guys, but he doubted it. The first round had been four troop transports completely empty, but the last had only been one truck already half full. Yates could feel the walls closing in on the city. Whatever the infection was, his bosses were afraid of it.

His radio hissed, “Hawk 2-1 come in, over.”

He clicked the transmitter, “This is Cpt. Yates at Hawk 2-1, over.”

“Cpt. Yates, we’ve been ordered to cease evac trucks. Three shelters remain occupied in your quadrant, Hawk 2-1, Hawk 2-3, and Hawk 4-9. You are the only one who can be raised. Orders are to fortify position and await evac via air lift.”

“Hell, when will that be?”

“Do not know, sir. Command is pulling out of the city. Good luck.”

“Hey, wait a minute….Command come in, over.” The radio crackled with static. “Command, this is Cpt. Yates at point Hawk 2-1, come in, over.” No response. “Shit,” Yates said, dropping his transmitter.

He looked in the gym again. Young men and women sat on bleachers or on the floor, the air permeated by a disquieting unease. “Sergeant Coates!” he yelled. A haggard looking soldier appeared and trotted up at a brisk pace. “Tell the men that no other transports are coming. We need to make this place a fortress and wait for an air evac. I’m assuming they’re sealing off the city. It must be worse than we thought. I’m going to let these people know. Have everyone do a sweep of the exterior. Nothing gets in. After that, come back here. We’re going to make this the one way out and then seal it up.”

“Yes, Captain.” The sergeant made no objections and departed to fulfill his orders.

Yates stepped inside the gym. The low murmur of nervous conversation died instantly. He stepped onto a stack of crates they had been using for announcements as all the eyes in the room turned to him. “Folks, I have some bad news. We’re not going to be getting another truck. My superiors are shutting down the convoy routes out of the city.” Voices of alarm and confusion started to rise, but Yates held up his hand, “Now, now this isn’t as bad as it sounds. They’re simply relocating the evacuation camps outside of the city. They’re going to set up some landing zones and start airlifting people out as soon as they can. Even so, we may be here for a while. Maybe till morning. Now, I don’t have any authority to keep you here if you want to go. The checkpoints are going to be open until I hear otherwise, which means you might be able to make it to the tunnel before they close it off. If you want to leave, you can go, but I have to warn you, I don’t think going out there is a good idea. If they’re closing the roads, then it means they don’t feel they’re safe enough any more. I think it’s going to be best if we all--”

With a loud clack, the electricity in the gym shut off. The heat lamps above them turned from bright beacons to quickly fading embers of light. Yates tried to maintain order, but his attention was drawn to the doorway.

“Coates, what the hell is going on?” he bellowed.

“Sorry sir, but they came out of no where. They’re fucking fast. Rogers got taken. It was pitch black, we could only see the shapes moving.” The short man was red in the face and out of breath.

Yates looked out into the dark city. “Seal the door. Block it with whatever you can,” he said. “Flashlights and flares. I want lights on every door, save the flares for if things get bad. Private Morrow?”

“Sir?” came a voice.

“Get comms back. Everyone else, the people outside of this building are sick. We can do nothing to help them, but we can protect ourselves. This building is our castle now and if some Typhoid Mary starts crawling through the rafters, I expect you to put a bullet in between her eyes. Is that clear?”

The troops let out an gruff “yessir” that did not overwhelm Yates with confidence.

“You three, take some light and start checking on the civilians. Make sure everyone has water and food if they need it. Once the barrier is finished, take up positions around the door. I’ll set up watches once everything is ready. This is all an inconvenience. Panic is our greatest enemy in here.”

All of them set about their tasks. The crowd calmed down once they saw the soldiers beginning to work. Many of the civilians pitched in, constructing barricades around the various entries to the gymnasium. After an hour, Yates was satisfied with the work and took a seat near the front entrance. He wondered how long it had been since he’d slept. The crowd’s unease had dissipated into the the darkness. Nothing was happening, nothing was going to happen, and they took solace in that. Yate’s head began to loll forward, and he thought he saw something beyond the carnage of wood and metal that blocked the entryway.

“Morrow,” he said, quietly. The private quickly appeared by his side. “There’s a kitchen or break room or something back there. Go see if you can make some coffee. Soldiers first, then offer it out to the crowd. Coates, there’s got to be some floor mats or pads somewhere. People are going to want to sleep, and a hard wood floor isn’t much comfort. See what you can find. Take those two men with you.”

The soldiers returned to work and Yates focused his gaze on the doorway. His hands absent-mindedly pressed along his rifle as he watched. Minutes passed, and he heard activity behind him. Morrow returned with a cup of coffee before disappearing back behind him to help the others. The bitter liquid warmed his stomach, but did little to alleviate his fatigue. Again he saw movement outside. He stood and walked as close to the door as he could get, shining his flashlight out into the darkness. “Rogers?” he said, spying a man just outside the door. His back was to Yates, but the remains of a soldier’s uniform clung to his back.

The creature turned and glared into the light coming from inside the gym with gleaming green eyes. The thing roared, and a hand smashed through the wired glass windows of the gym doors. With a fluid motion, the metal doors flew away, wrenched off the wall with brute force.

Yates cried out for aide. Other soldiers came running as the panic returned to the room. Those who could see the frothing behemoth tearing through the barricade began to scream and search for a way to escape. The soldiers formed a firing line as the monster bent metal aside and splintered wood. Yates gave the command, and his squad opened fire on their former brother. The beast staggered and collapsed, only a few feet from clear space.

“Jesus Christ,” Coates wheezed. “Is that what fucking happens to you?”

Yates walked over to the fallen beast. He shone his light across the muscular back. A few exit wounds oozed blood, but not much, not the amount one would expect. Bending closer to the body, he heard wheezing and saw the slow heave of breath. His eyes must be playing tricks in the light. Four wounds, no three. Two. One. “Oh…” Yates muttered.

With a grunt, the infected lifted itself up, free of any wounds or scars. With a final lunge forward, it cleared the remaining debris. The soldiers tried to react, but the Alpha swatted away their rifles. Yates attempted to butt the creature in the head, but received a rough swat away, sending him sprawling into a corner of the entryway. The civilians wailed in panic, as the Alpha checked each soldier and scanned the crowd for any other threats, green eyes keenly peering through the intermittent dark. Seemingly satisfied, the creature crouched down beside the only exit and waited.

Other figures moved outside of the door. Sleek and quick, they moved into the gymnasium. They were nothing like the monster that had cleared their path. Coates had never seen a more beautiful woman. First one, then another, then a dozen. They prowled through the room, leaving a wake of stunned people behind them. They were all unclothed, their perfect bodies glistening in the beams of light. Morrow felt his cock straining to be released. It seemed like the only natural thing to do.

He stood and undid his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. With an absent minded struggle, he untied and kicked off his boots before pulling down his boxers and letting his aching cock spring free. Immediately, one of the women, a red head, darted over to him, grabbing his throbbing member with her hot hand. The smell of her was mind altering. Private Morrow had never imagined the touch of a woman like this. She was soft and supple. Her breasts pressed into him as she guided his hands to her voluptuous ass. He kneaded the flesh, admiring how it conformed to his touch, filling his hands.

The woman helped peel off his clothes. She nibbled at his ear as she felt the first drops of precum ooze onto her stomach. The wet stickiness of it excited her, and her waiting pussy warmed with the anticipation. She dropped to her knees in front of him, giving the other soldiers a glorious view of her perfect ass flaring out from a narrow waist. Plush lips gripped the head of Morrow’s cock, and her tongue lightly teased the underside of his shaft. Loud slurps accompanied her efforts as she worked his whole member into her mouth, relishing the taste of his body.

The other infected women stood idle, watching their sister take the first in this room. They were jealous of her, but knew they would have their fun soon. The sexual fervor was starting to overtake the room. They could sense the men’s rock hard erections and the women’s moist underwear. All eyes watched the mating pair as the red headed woman pulled Morrow’s cock from her lips and gouts of cum started to erupt from the tip. She caught the first two loads in her mouth, but let the third and fourth spray across her face. With devilish joy, she tugged at his balls sending ecstatic pleasure through Morrow’s body.

To his surprise, his cock remained hard, and his desire had not diminished. Before him was a conquered woman, covered in his seed. He grunted as he fell on top of her, pinning her back, enjoying the sight of her pillowy breasts quivering. He lined his cock up to her waiting snatch and plunged in. She cried out in pleasure, and her sisters sprang into action.

They pounced on the closest man available, fishing his cock out of his pants and plunging it deep inside of them. If a cock wasn’t available, then they would straddle a man’s face, desperate to feel something filling them up. As they fucked and sucked, they beckoned the women to them, and they came blithely. A mousy young woman was pulled into a kiss with a raven haired sex goddess who was eagerly riding on top of a young Latino man’s cock. She moved his hand away from her breast and pulled the mousy girl to it. The woman nuzzled the tear drop orbs as a delicious scent filled her lungs, like an orange creme. Droplets of milk oozed from the creature’s nipples, and the mousy woman could not resist the urge to suckle.

Her lips latched on as the warm liquid surged into her mouth. Immediately, she felt her body changing. Her fingers explored her pussy lips as she felt her breasts grow and her ass plump into the object of any man’s wildest desire. An overriding need to spread her milk took hold, and she pulled away from her new sister and went in search of her own unchanged woman to corrupt.

Private Morrow groaned and his body clenched as he thrust into the temptress. Beneath him, she writhed in a pleasure her unchanged form had never known, the pure ecstasy of sex. The smell of a man on top of her, the strength in his body and the fragility of his exposed form. She regretted that he would soon be gone, but there were other men. She could smell them.

Morrow felt woozy. His head clouded with images that didn’t belong in his mind. A tingling sensation had taken over most of his body. His cock erupted inside of the red headed woman once more, then he fell off her. Lying on his back, he noticed that his chest was changing. Milky white orbs were rapidly expanding from what had moments before been a muscular chest. His hand traced around them and trailed down his now smooth stomach to where his cock had been. Only a tiny nub remained, and his balls had retracted into his body, leaving a narrow slit which opened with a wet pop. His hand went inside. and he felt the fullness of his own fingers for the first time. Sitting up, she felt the weight of her lovely breasts and curls of brown hair cascaded down from where had once been a crew cut. Nearby, the monstrous Private Rogers took note of her.

Lumbering over, the seven foot creature of muscle and sinew grabbed Morrow by the waist, lifting her up and carried her to the doorway. She quivered with excitement as the Alpha pinned her to the ground and pressed his thick cock against her new pussy. With a low groan, the Alpha pushed inside of her, filling her beyond what she had imagined, almost driving her mad with pleasure.

Captain Yates stirred. He tried to understand the scene around him. Hundreds of bodies writhing in carnal lust, men transforming into women, women transforming into sexual demons. He fumbled for his side arm for a moment, but a young woman walked up to him. “Captain? Can I be of service?” she asked like a child speaking for the first time.

The creature still wore dog tags with “Coates” on them. “I should be repulsed,” he thought. “I should put my gun to my head and save myself from this abomination.” His hands shook in excitement. “But look at those tits.”

Moments later, he grunted as his first load spilled onto Sergeant Coates’s new tits.

“My god, what happened here?” Everett whispered. The four of them cautiously walked through the warped and torn doorway into the gymnasium. The room was empty except for the tatters of ripped clothing and discarded supplies littering the gym floor.

Martin bent down and picked up a bit of metal, “Shell casings. They fought back at least.”

“Clearly that did not save them,” Lien said flatly.

Everett scowled at her. “Plenty of supplies here. We should load up, take as much as we can. This place is too large to secure. Maybe we can head to one of the office buildings, if the elevators are shut down, the stairwells can be defended.”

Martin kicked over a pile of shattered boards, “You think a stairwell is going to stop what did this. Had to be one of the Alphas. Look at the door, that’s bent steel or something.”

“We can hide then. They seem to move on quickly.”

Lien wandered into the back of the gym. She stooped under a roll down cage into a storage area. “Guys,” she called. “They were storing stuff in here. Food and water. There’s some duffel bags as —”

A shadow moved in the corner, Lien turned her light just in time to see the glint of green eyes. She stood perfectly still for a moment and then ran for the gate. The creature followed with an unearthly speed. Lien turned and pushed down on the metal cage with all her strength, and it crashed to the floor. Before she could pull away, the creature’s hand shot through and grabbed Lien’s arm, roughly pulling it through the gate. Green eyes blinked maliciously at her from the dark as the creature bent its head and placed a wet, damning kiss on Lien’s wrist. The creature let go and scurried back into the darkness.

The others rounded the corner to find Lien staring at her arm. “What happened?” Lucy asked.

Lien hid her arm. “There’s one in there. It ran at me, and I had to trap it. It’s a female, so I don’t think it can get out.”

“Did it get to you? Were you contaminated?” Everett asked urgently.

“No, no, I’m fine. We should go though. They’ll probably be back for her or something.” Lien brushed past them and started gathering gear. “Martin, you know this area, where’s a good place to go?”

Lucy answered, “There’s a police station about two blocks from here. If it’s not overrun, we could hold up there. They have holding cells, and I think like a helipad on the roof. They might have guns.”

Martin agreed, “Worth a shot.”

They grabbed what they could and started off. The streets were vacant and still. They moved briskly and quietly, all of them trying to repress the gathering claustrophobia of the dark city around them. The police station was closer than they thought, and it appeared deserted. The two women waited in the front as the men swept through the back, checking for open doors or hidden infected. Satisfied that they were alone, they barricaded the door, none of them willing to admit that their small obstructions would do little to stop an alpha.

“Maybe we’re not a significant enough target,” Everett mused as they sat in the empty holding cell. They’d gathered various blankets and cushions that they could find. “Must have been a hundred or so in that shelter. Then the attack on the bridge, same thing. We haven’t seen any of them since we got away from the main populations. Just a few stragglers left behind.”

Lucy yawned, “What time is it?”

“3am,” Martin said, putting his arm around her. “May as well try to get some sleep right? Once the sun is up, we can start making some better plans.”

“Agreed, Lien and I will bunk here, you two can take the other cell for some privacy. I’ll stay up till 5 and keep watch. Martin can you take over then?”

“Yeah, two hours sleep will be fine,” he got to his feet and pulled Lucy up with him. As they exited, Lien started to follow, but instead she pulled the door shut behind them. The lock clicked shut.

“Lien?” Everett asked, confused.

The woman was leaning against the metal door, her breath ragged. “I tried to stop it. I couldn’t let it get to you two. You still have a chance. But...we’re the reason it got out. We could have stopped it.” Her eyes looked up at the two locked outside and glowed a bright amber.

“Oh, shit, get the door open!” Martin yelled. He pulled against it, but it didn’t move. “Everett, she’s infected. Don’t let her get near you. I’m going to find some keys or something.” Martin darted away and Lucy backed away from the cell, collapsing to the floor in horror.

Lien’s voice was starting to change, growing higher in pitch. “I’m so sorry. I’m so...I’m so...Me...sorry…”

Everett was cowering in the corner. He had nothing to defend himself with. As the woman he had worked beside turned to face him, he realized that he didn’t want to defend himself. “It’s ok, Lien,” he whispered. “You can just let go.”

She blinked at him with confusion as her intelligence began to fade. “Me...so...me so? Me so horny!” Lien stripped of her clothes, eager to feel the cool air on her skin. Her A-cups were quivering with growth, expanding out into thick juicy D’s that wobbled as she walked towards her prey. The flat ass that had made her feel inadequate her whole life turned into a bouncy bubble butt that she knew an Alpha would love to rut up against. She could hear it now, the call of the hive mind. It told her to take as much cock as she could find, and she could smell some only feet away.

Everett climbed onto the cot and laid down. Lien was on top of him instantly, running her tongue along his body as she removed his clothes. When she arrived at his cock, it was already oozing cum from its tip. How many nights had she spent wondering what it would feel like between her thighs, awkwardly sliding into position between her lips. Squeezing her new, soft tits around his shaft, she began to stroke up and down, allowing the head to press into her puffy cocksucking lips on each down stroke.

“Come on you little Asian slut, get on my cock and fuck me,” Everett taunted, his own mind starting to fade into lust. “Face away from me so I can see your ass bounce up and down.”

Lien obliged, positioning herself above his rigid member before slowly sinking down onto his whole length. It pulsed inside of her, and she reached between their legs to play with his cum laden testicles as she rode him. Everett urged her on with light slaps against her jiggling ass flesh.

Martin returned, but saw the scene had become hopeless. His eyes drank in the scene. The transformation had not removed Lien’s racial features, but seemingly transformed her into a pornographic stereotype. Lily white skin and long black hair with wide almond shaped eyes and enormous fleshy breasts flowing up and down in rhythm with their fucking. Martin felt something at his waist and he jerked back. Lucy looked up at him.

“I’m not sick,” she said. “Not infected. I just...I’m just really fucking horny.”

Martin took the hint and relaxed. With little effort, Lucy pulled her boyfriend’s cock free and started licking up and down while he watched the lurid display going on in the cell. The two infected slowed their pace for a moment as Everett's body seized with orgasm. Lien smiled with delight as she felt the jets of spunk splash against the walls of her pussy. A few drops leaked out around his shaft as she resumed her pace, eager for another dose of his cum.

“Get up and turn around,” Martin barked. Lucy obeyed, turning to lean against the cell bars, giving her the perfect view of the transformed couple. She could discern a feminine quality overtaking Everett’s body as his hips went from narrow to plump and supple. Martin pulled her pants down and pushed her legs open wider as he positioned himself behind her. She sighed in relief as he nudged against her opening, and pushed back as he pushed forward so that he easily slipped into her waiting canal.

They matched the rhythm of the two in the cell as they fucked, but the lack of viral agent meant Martin was spent much sooner. He felt his orgasm mounting as Lucy’s body went rigid. He held his hand against her quivering stomach as she came, feeling her wetness ooze over his cock and balls. As she regained her senses, he slipped out of her and let his cock push up the crack of her ass, the sight of it being enough to send him over the edge. He grunted and streams of cum burst from his cock, covering her small, tight ass in pearly white drops.

The pair stepped back as they heard a wet pop come from the infected. The creature that had been Lien was licking her fingers as a beautiful, sandy grey haired woman sat up from the cot. Neither of them paid any attention to the two humans.

“Come on,” Lucy said, pulling her top down. “Let’s get to the roof. It’s already 4:30, the sun will be up soon, and I’d like to see it.” She stood up and started down the hall, Martin weakly followed her while trying to fasten his belt.

The sun crested over the tops of the buildings, rising on a new city, and scattering over the rooftops. It was a warm morning and the feeling of sun on her skin made her sigh. Lucy and Martin looked out over the abandoned civilization. A few blocks away, they could see figures moving through the streets toward their position.

“Looks like you were right,” Martin said. “They do communicate somehow. The ones downstairs send out brain waves and more come running.”

Lucy smiled, “Martin, I love you. Very much. It’s terrifying that those feelings are going to be taken away from me.”

“Me too,” he said, defeated. “There’s another way.” He stepped closer to the edge. “We can go out like this. In love, human. We don’t have to become those things.”

Lucy’s eyes watered. She didn’t say anything, but stepped forward to him and took his hand. He pulled her into his arms, “Close your eyes.” The strength in his embrace comforted her. “I love you, Lucy.” Then weightlessness.

They hit something, hard. Her eyes fluttered open and the city was rushing down past her as they flew upward. Something was holding them. It crashed into a building and then leaped again, this time landing on a roof across from the one they’d jumped from. They rolled onto the rooftop wincing in pain. The Alpha loomed over them, his massive form dwarfing Lucy entirely. She expected it to attack, shove its cock into her agape mouth, but it stepped back away from her and then started to climb down the building, leaving the two of them alone.

Martin managed to sit up, cradling his arm against his chest. “What the fuck did it do that for?” He looked at Lucy. “Oh, shit, no, Lucy I’m so sorry. It must have touched you or something. It’s...your eyes.”

Lucy nodded. “It’s ok, Martin, I understand now. We’re going to be ok. Come here.” Cautiously, Martin walked over. “I can hear it already. It’s amazing, like thousands of individual voices all saying the same thing. Don’t worry, I’ll explain it as it happens. You’ll be different too. Remember when Lien said something about a Queen? That’s how it works. After a certain number, a new queen is born to help control, no guide, the others. Let me give you a kiss and then we’ll start. Is that ok?”

Martin nodded, dumbfounded. Her lips pressed against his, and her tongue swirled into his mouth. With it came her voice, a wonderful song that assured him that everything was right in the world. She pushed him back and instructed him to wait.

Standing up, she stripped out of her clothes, then laid back down. Smiling, she let her fingertips trace along her body and she rolled onto her side, showing her ass to the waiting man. He took off his clothes and laid down beside her, letting his hard cock press against her ass cheek. “You’re going to feel strange, Martin. Like your skin is too tight, but that passes, do you understand? Good. Now put your cock in me so I can feel it grow inside.”

Eagerly, Martin pushed his cock inside of her, luxuriating in the warmth of her waiting womb. As he slid inside, he pressed his naked body against hers and realized she was burning up. He reached over and started to rub her breasts as she began a rhythm. A sharp pain seared down his body, like his bones had started to move all at once.

“That’s the change starting,” she cooed. “Focus on me, focus on my ass rubbing up and down your abs, your cock pushing deeper and deeper inside of me.”

He obeyed, trying to ignore the painful bursts happening throughout his body. He quickened his pace, thrusting into her rapidly, finding a new level of energy and strength. “Uhng….uhngg…..uhnggg….so...soft, so nice,” he muttered. Pressure built at the base of his cock, and he groaned as a torrent of cum surged into his concubine. Her hips bucked, and she rolled away from him, spasming in pleasure.

“Oh, that’s it. Enough cum to stimulate the change,” she said in a dreamy smile. “Come on stud, don’t stop there, look at you now. Put that 10 inch cock back inside and see if you can get a little bigger. I want you to fill me up to bursting, I want you to unload those swollen balls inside of me until it’s leaking out around your dick.” She got on her knees and wiggled her fattening rump at him.

Martin stood up and almost fell forward. He was taller, likely seven and a half feet tall. Between his legs throbbed a cock that his human self had never known, 10 inches long and growing before his very eyes. A wafting scent of female heat filled his nostrils, and his gaze returned to the amazing creature on all fours, her pussy dripping in anticipation. She’d gotten bigger too, likely an equal size to him. The others were worker ants, and he gets to fuck the queen.

He grabbed her hips and shoved himself in to the hilt. Lucy grunted with pleasure as she pushed back against him, her pussy walls massaging the thick cock inside of her. “That’s right stud, breed me, we’ll change the world to be like us. And when there are no humans left, we’ll just breed more and more. More Alphas to fuck. More queens for you to fuck. Uhnggh…..uhnggh, oh here they come…..hope you’re a titty man too.”

Small nubs on the lower part of her rib cage started to swell, growing out rapidly. They pressed up against her already bulbous tits, making room for themselves above her navel. Her second set of breasts wobbled back and forth, heavy with milk as her former boyfriend fucked her from behind. As her orgasm mounted, all four teats started to leak milk. The sensations exploded throughout her body, and her breasts sprayed the ground with jets of milk as Martin erupted inside of her, his cum dribbling out of her pussy as he kept pounding into her.

“See, I told you we’d be ok,” she said as he slid his still rigid cock out of her. Now go get those two out of the cell downstairs. I want to watch you fuck the Asian’s titties while the other one eats your cum out of my pussy.”

—

The camera let out a small hum.

“The day is Event+42. Dr. Johan Keller recording from within CDC research facility number 697. I believe this will be my last entry. All tests have failed to reverse the infection. Current models show an 85% worldwide infection. Our research was promising, but without a sample from a quote Queen end quote, I don’t believe a cure is within our grasp. And maybe there should be no cure. Consciousness, human civilization is just a byproduct. This new species is free of our constraints. They control the earth now, not us. If by some miracle, we’re able to overcome this plague. I hope my wife forgives me. I can’t….can’t take my own life. Not like that. After tonight, I’m going to open the exterior doors and go outside. I must say I’m looking forward to it. Fresh sunlight and sweet air. They are out there, too. I see them on the monitors. They’ll take me, and I will probably enjoy it as my brain burns away. May God have mercy on our souls.”

The camera clicked off.