The Unrelenting Tide

It might have been mere minutes, or it might have been hours, but soon the men were midway through their transitions, their penises shrinking rapidly, the girls helping them along with tongues and jerking hands to maintain their arousal.

Something, however, seemed different with the green-haired teenager: His body was already mostly hairless and softening while his limbs were more slender, but his cock refused to relent.

Leeta knew some males responded differently to the pathogen and, apparently, the teenager as one of them. He had already cum twice within Priscilla's sopping pussy, yet his penis remained rock-hard, and his desire remained unabated. He grunted wildly as Priscilla eased down on the mattress to catch her breath, but the teen reacted on pure instinct, grasping Tyra - whose lover had rolled off her once his tits had started growing - unceremoniously plunging himself with a perfect stroke into her pussy. It was impossible to miss his relieved groan.

His face began shifting into that of a stunning teenage girl, but Leeta knew he would be one of the slower ones. His body is resisting the pathogen! she thought incredulously.

His mind, however, was not. He could think of nothing but where his next pussy would come from, and so he began to rotate among the three women, thrusting and rutting each in turn, while his lovers relished the attention of his long-suffering penis.

Finally, palms gripped tightly around Leeta's breasts, cock buried to the hilt in her twat, his body spasmed like a rag-doll amidst strained gurgling, and Leeta knew this was to be his final blast of cum that was jetting up -up into the more-than-welcoming void between her legs. The teen screamed in a higher pitched voice and fell to the floor thrashing, his form rapidly feminizing before their eyes as the pathogen exploded throughout his body and mind, bringing about changes that were as painful as they were pleasurable.

"SAMANTHA!" wailed the tall and athletic woman with extra long legs who had once been a trucker.

"TAMIKO!" howled the female that had once been a Japanese executive. Considering the build of most Asian women, Leeta found it a bit ironic that Tamiko seemed to have the largest breasts in the room, seemingly even incrementally larger than the firm, jutting melons Leeta herself sported!

"ARIEL!" yelped a teenage girl who was of exquisite face and form, had respectable C-cup breasts, but, strangely enough, also had a thick mane of green hair. Her hair was far longer, down to her shoulders, and was a shade darker, but somehow the green hair dye had been incorporated into the altered DNA that now governed her hair color.

Well, I guess that's one more piece of evidence showing that the pathogen isn't entirely predictable when creating new women, Leeta mused.

The lesbian orgy that followed was critical to Leeta, for she didn't want to become overly distant to the spawn of her spawn. It's important to for them to bond with me and each other, Leeta knew.

And so she did, thrusting her nipples into their mouths, ramming each other's middle fingers into whatever sopping pussy happened to be nearby at the time and, overall, encouraging behavior that would leave some of the most experienced call girls in Las Vegas agape. Eventually, the cluster of six women collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of sleek legs, jiggling tits and vaginas spasming in ecstasy.

"Ch-check them ... check ... what careers ... they each have," muttered Leeta, still recovering from the toe-curling orgasms produced by Ariel's male predecessor.

Tyra rose, gently removing Tamiko's fingers from her pussy. Finding a briefcase nearby, she opened it and thumbed through its files, picking out three of them. She read the magically appearing type, breaking out in a broad grin.

"According to management, Samantha will be a lifeguard, while Tamiko and Ariel are BOTH dancers!"

JACKPOT! Leeta mentally sang. "And that means that they can put in a request for Amateur Night at any of the establishments in the adults-only areas of the hotel!" she cackled mischievously.

***

It's amazing, Leeta thought, how a few well-placed rumors can contribute to the success of an Amateur Night at the Swollen Bud. She peeked out from behind a curtain at the edge of the stage, spying dozens of men milling about, most with "Wild Woman" drinks in their hands. "Oh, yes ..." she whispered, seeing so many potential sisters hidden within the men's masculine forms.

The guests, forty in all, couldn't help but by oddly pleased by the sheer variety of hotel staff members who were volunteering to show off their stuff. Receptionists, cleaning staff, security guards, office administrators and many more - all of them gorgeous, emerald-green eyed beauties, most of whom were sporting thick, lustrous, wild manes of jet-black hair - gyrated with enthusiasm and skill rarely seen anywhere else in the booming adult-entertainment industry. It was almost as if they all had some vested interest in seducing the mesmerized men before them. Such analysis was far beyond the capacity of most in the audience, however, as their cocks were too hard to think clearly.

Finally, Leeta's routine began. She slithered across stage, gyrating along the pole, before being joined by Priscilla strutting her stuff. Each woman was clad in wispy layers of bed-time, belly-dancer negligees, so slight that it seemed a strong breeze would leave them nude. Next came Tyra, joining Leeta and Priscilla in an audacious bout of lesbian sex play that was seemingly designed only to increase the audience's carnal desires.

And it's having its intended effect, Leeta thought salaciously, seeing more growing bulges between men's legs.

Then Tamiko appeared, and things took a turn for the better, at least from the audience's perspective. The Oriental woman roamed the periphery of the stage, waggling her unusually large breasts at the closest tables as she went around, playfully stealing personal effects from the grinning patrons - a cell phone from one, an unlit cigar from another, a capped ball-point pen from a third - giving them to her fellow performers, including Samantha, who, upon her sweeping entrance, drew more than her fair share of hungry eyes with her impressive stature.

By the time Ariel strutted lustily onto the stage, the plan was clear - each woman had some personal object and was using it to pleasure herself, sometimes between her legs or, in Tamiko's case, between her breasts. A fog machine kicked in, spraying a soft, white mist into the air, creating a sultry "I Dream of Jeannie" atmosphere while also saturating the room with concentrated, airborne pathogen.

"Hey, boys, want your stuff back?" Leeta teased. A few heads nodded uncertainly. "Nah-ah. Not yet ... we're not finished with it!"

Leeta and her sisters gyrated, pranced and danced, using their ill-gotten baubles to bring themselves to the cusp of climax - right there on stage, in front of the hooting and hollering men - but, at they very last moment, they held back, each one naked, sweaty, and brazenly baring her charms. Seeing their effect on their audience, their full, lush mouths turned up in wicked grins.

Samantha stepped forward, grabbing a microphone. "We're not done yet. Now, check your glasses to see if any of you have won a 'Backstage Pass'!"

Trembling fingers gripped bottles and glasses, checking to see if they had won. Sure enough, there it was - fading into visibility was a dark shape resembling a beautiful woman grasping a pole on the glass. The image appeared again ... and again ... and again ...

Before long, all of the bottles and glasses bore the naked woman image. Eyes widened and mouths hung open; surely this was a mistake!

Seeing their questioning looks, Samantha announced, "That's right boys - you're all winners!"

***

All of the men had, over the years, heard and swapped stories about legendary and elusive women within the adult-entertainment industry who were loose even by industry standards, oftentimes taking on multiple partners in venues that were anything but private. But until now, they had always been just that - tall tales told at barstools and pool tables. Now, however, the tales seemed all-too-real, personified by the women on the stage before them, and each of the forty men would have a chance to live out a fantasy. And so, with surprisingly little fuss, they lined up near the backstage curtain.

Leeta and her progeny were eying them hungrily. At last, they thought, their minds linked telepathically, we can give in to our desires. We can open ourselves to these men, fill them with the pathogen ... and create a legion of new sisters!

"C'mon, boys, let's rock and roll!" Leeta called out.

And so it began ...

A pair of rough-looking Hispanic men happily sandwiched Ariel's youthful body between them, penetrating her from either end amid her keening, lustful screams. Priscilla, on her hands and knees, had a man backed up against the wall, energetically thrusting into her from behind while, at the same time, she was sucking and hand-pumping two more cocks.

Leeta was more of a Johnny Appleseed - she regularly switched cocks even before they had released their thick, ropy streams of semen, knowing that her pathogen-rich juices would be more than enough to push the men across the threshold needed to change them into new sisters, whether or not they filled her with cum.

Meanwhile, Tyra was taking a brief break after two males spilled themselves into her faster than expected, caressing her pussy and moaning with the pleasure as she watched them begin changing, thick, dark locks of hair spilling past narrowing shoulders and widening hips. She contemplated their dazed, warping faces - noses becoming pert, mouths reddening with thickening, wet-looking lipstick - knowing hundreds of millions of their sperm crowded her reproductive tract, but not the least bit worried about an unwanted pregnancy.

"Will I choose the cute blond guy or the lanky, athletic black man to be my child's father?" she mused, looking upon the men, who were now decidedly feminine. "Who knows! Time is on my side, after all ..."

Thanks to genetic engineering deep in Gaia's past, Tyra, like all female members of the Sisterhood, had the ability to encapsulate and sustain sperm for extended periods - years, if necessary. And it didn't end there: If she so desired, she could cherry pick genetic traits, taking some from one male, more from a second and maybe a bit from a third, combining it all with her egg to produce a child with more than two parents.

Children, however, were the last thing on Tamiko's mind right now. She was taking one man from behind, sucking off another, and had a third beneath her, jerking off into her expansive breasts, which were leaking an infectious liquid - one that coated his cock, soaking into it and its rich blood supply.

As for Samantha, well, she had a special role: She was grabbing men in the process of changing, forcing herself upon them so they couldn't escape the backstage dressing room to alert the remaining men on the other side of the curtain.

"Hey, hey! Not so fast, Speedy!"

She grabbed a redhead attempting to make a beeline for the curtain, unnerved by the disappearance of his arm hair, and, worse yet, his best friend's T-shirt as it pushed out, quivered briefly, then tore open, revealing a growing pair of magnificent tits. Samantha's strength and pheromones overwhelmed the man's fears ...

"Well, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" she laughed, grinding herself against a near-woman, one with long, red hair, who was pushed up against the wall. The woman's own tits were becoming obvious, her now-flat crotch stained with the last of her semen.

The near-woman's womb blossomed deep within her belly, completing her conversion to the Sisterhood. Samantha let her go, and she toppled to the floor, gasping out her new name - "Jane!"

Jane, however, was denied the instinctive lesbian sex the she so desired. "There's no time!" Samantha hissed. "Go out and satisfy yourself on a cock!"

And so began the second wave. Eleven freshly feminized Night Skies nymphomaniacs boiled out of the backstage dressing room, nude and bathed in sweat and lust. They all but tackled the rest of the men waiting in line. The orgy quickly spread from the dressing room into the hallway leading from the bar to the backstage area, its transformative energy raw and untamed.

Samantha watched, hawk-like, over the orgy, licking her lips appreciatively. "Oh, yes. We're going to go far with this," she murmured knowingly.

On occasion she lent a hand, licking a penis to hasten the change, and sometimes forcing her breasts, pathogen-rich liquid spurting from their nipples, between the lips of a man who was slow to transform. Another man tried to bolt, but before he could fully disengage from licking the full, ripe tits of a dark-haired slut that had been a well-muscled U.S. Marine only minutes earlier, Samantha tripped him. Grabbing his head, she thrust it into her cunt, where her mating musks stole his will to do anything but lick her to distraction, even as his nipples darkened and flared atop budding breasts.

Samantha wasn't the only one who was pleased; Leeta was, too, and not only due to the heavy load of sperm inside her, but because of the fact that her "daughters" were becoming very much like her.

"Hah! Management won't even be able to keep up with all the new sisters!" she crowed, the thought of so many converts further flooding her vagina with juice.

Leeta was especially pleased with Ariel's fertility. "She definitely has a bright future ahead of her!" Leeta prophesied. "Just look at her go!"

The teenager had already transformed three men, one of which still clutched his crotch, hopelessly resisting the full change for just a few more seconds, his emerald-green eyes a mixture of fear and blossoming, carnal hunger - something that Ariel herself still felt.

"More! I need more!" she snarled, wild-eyed, looking for her next mark.

Leeta knew exactly what Ariel was experiencing. While most Gaian women were able to control their lust after initiating their first victim, it wasn't so with Leeta and at least some of her "daughters."

I wouldn't have it any other way, Leeta thought. I can't imagine a life without a raging libido ... oh, how I feel sorry for my "normal" sisters. How empty and flat life must be for them!

Yes, her needs were extreme, but it made her feel so alive! The simmering urge to be penetrated by a man who fill her with baby cream gave her a sense of beauty, vitality, and power that was as addictive as cunnilingus was to newly transformed sisters. On top of that, the natural "rightness" she felt when creating new sisters was something that left her feeling content.

Leeta's eyes narrowed. My only real fear is becoming a normal sister - or worse yet, a non-Gaian woman who's confused and frightened about sex!

Yet a part of her suspected neither her or her "daughters" would be able to continue in their present state forever. That something much bigger than any of them they knew was going on just over the horizon, out of their sights. And so they needed to take what sex they could now, including, but not limited to, the eight inches of thick, purple-headed cock Leeta was now impaling herself upon.

Nearby, Ariel thrashed away atop an aging man, a tourist undoubtedly on his way to some tropical locale - a locale he would never see as a male. But while he was old and balding, he had a fitness that came from an active lifestyle. He eagerly pulled the young, green-haired lovely upon his member, cackling with glee at the chance to prove his Viagra-powered sexual prowess.

"You young folks don't know squat about sex," he boasted. "Lemme teach you a lesson or two!"

"Go right ahead, old-timer!" Ariel replied, coating his shaft with her sex fluids.

"This position is ... huh? What the -"

His skin began stretching and smoothing, flowing and forming young, soft features, while hips blossomed and bosom swelled. His hair began growing - but rather than returning to the color of his youth or turning black, it remained white, thickening and lengthening with a new vitality, creating a snow-white lustrous mane for the emerging sultry sexpot of jiggling D-cups and youthful skin

"Well, well," Ariel teased, "it seems the 'wisdom' of your many years didn't make you anymore resistant to my charms than anyone else.

The changeling cried out in a female voice as she sprayed the last of her sperm into Ariel. And so it was that Paula - a naked and sweat-glistening, white-haired goddess of contagious femininity - was born into the world. The crazed look in her emerald-green eyes told Ariel that Paula was drunk with lust for men and cocks.

"Judging from the freshness of your face and form, Paula, it seems I gave you youth in addition to glorious womanhood," Ariel observed. "Now, show your gratefulness for my gifts!"

So began the third wave, when every remaining man had at least one lusty lovely hot for his penis, while some lucky dogs had two or more. By now, the orgy had filled the bar space of the Swollen Bud, with couples rutting on floor and tables alike. Paula stood out like a snowball in a sexy hell as she impaled herself upon a pudgy teenager's rod while pressing his face to her pathogen-leaking breasts - all while on stage with full lighting.

In the end, only two men had the wherewithal to flee the Swollen Bud, and one of them was already losing body hair. The two didn't get more than 10 feet beyond the establishment before being surrounded by seven, stern-looking women who seemingly materialized out of thin air. They all wore odd, color-shifting uniforms and carried nasty-looking weapons.

"Lights out, sisters-to-be," the tattooed unit leader said, a Guardian whose rank insignia identified her as a Fury, the tattoos encoding the stories behind her hard-won experience. "Open fire, maidens!"

Six bolts of golden energy simultaneously struck the men, knocking them unconscious, snuffing out any remaining hope of escape. The women quickly and efficiently gathered the men into their arms, then vanished into pillars of golden light, spiriting their victims away to finish their transformations in a more secure location, far from the prying eyes of unknowing Night Skies Hotel guests.

Back in the Swollen Bud, the men were gone, replaced by heavy-breasted, lush-pussied women with flowing hair and angelic faces. But it wasn't enough for Leeta. It's time to really take charge of the situation, she thought, opening up the telepathic link to her closest sisters. Follow me! she ordered.

Stepping over piles of shredded, discarded clothing and naked females entwined in each other's arms, seven women - Leeta, her five "daughters," and Paula - strode toward the lobby. Nude, covered in sweat, and with pussies full to bursting with cum, they wanted men to see them.

Let them see our naked flesh! they sang mentally. Let them lust after our ripe curves and fertile bosoms! And let them cum inside us!

And as they stepped into the corridor, they had never felt so powerful, never felt so gloriously free!

***

"I'm getting the hell out of here," Jake told himself, unnerved by odd and disturbing occurrences during his stay in the hotel. "No ifs, ands or buts about it!"

He couldn't explain all the crazy things he had seen, only knowing that time was of the essence, that he had to get out now or be forevermore lost. Once again, in his mind's eye, he saw his best buddy's eyes changing color right in front of him, a tide of emerald green swallowing once-blue irises. Then there was the pool incident, where he swore he had seen grown men clutching their chests, vainly trying to push growing breasts back in. And the casino! Where he witnessed a man lose and lose again, each time feminizing just a bit more, until ... until all that was left was a topless showgirl festooned with feathers, sequins and rhinestones! If that wasn't enough, then there was the upstairs massage parlor and spa; he watched more than a dozen men enter, and only women come out.