The Libido Virus: Contagion

Several things happened all at once. Ron had been standing behind John as he argued. The younger man picked up the radio from the table and struck the pastor over the head sending him sprawling to the ground. The two girls shouted and attempted to restrain Ron. Meanwhile, Adam made a dash for the back door. Gillian reached the front door, and her fist slammed into the weak wood with amazing force, shaking the whole structure.

John tried to regain his senses. His head pounded. He heard shouting and knew a struggle was happening behind him. His eyes strained to focus. Adam was at the back door screaming and waving. John tried getting to his feet, but he stumbled back to the floor. Concussion, he thought. Someone ran by him, stepping on his hand. He barely felt it, and saw Tiffany dart out the back door with Adam. The pounding wasn't just in his head. The window glass cracked and shattered as Gillian continued her assault on the front door. John looked over his shoulder and saw that Ron had thrown off Valerie and was starting to move the cupboard from in front of the door.

"Come on!" Adam was yelling. The younger man ran over to John and grabbed him by the arm. John was too heavy. Another loud crash and the door opened slightly. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Valerie? Valerie! Shit." Adam dropped John and went back to the door.

"No, wait," John muttered. He started to crawl to the door. Adam gave him one last pained look, then slammed the back door just as Gillian burst into the cabin. A surge of adrenaline coursed through John's body. He could hear the soft footsteps behind him. Jumping to his feet, he dashed to the back door. Grabbing the handle, he turned it and pushed with all his might. The door didn't budge.

John's stomach dropped as he looked out the small window in the back door. He could see Adam and Tiffany disappearing into the forest. He could also see that Adam had wedged the door shut from the outside. "Fuck," John said, and turned to meet his fate.

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Gillian stepped into the cabin. She could feel them. Fear, anger, and lust. Valerie huddled in a corner nursing a blow to the head that Ron had given her. Gillian crossed over to her and bent down to sooth her wounds.

The younger girl looked up at Gillian with a defiant resilience, eliciting a smirk from the corrupt goddess. The closer the infected woman came, the more Valerie's mind burned with desire. Gillian leaned in to kiss her, mindful of the two remaining males watching her every move. The two women's lips met and the taste of Valerie's lips reminded her of sunlit strawberry fields from her youth. It was delicious and innocent. Gillian knew the infection was instant and awaited its effects.

—

Valerie had been silently reciting a prayer since the moment Ron threw her to the ground. But now a new voice had entered her mind. "Let go," it said. "Allow your body to feel."

Valerie had not been as chaste as the others in the Sunday school group. She'd had a serious boyfriend after high school. They'd fooled around several times. Each encounter had left her feeling cold and ashamed. She couldn't reconcile God's word with the wonderful feeling of a man's cock. But the young man she'd partnered with couldn't handle the shame. He'd whinged and whined about how they shouldn't or that he couldn't. Ultimately, this is what drove Valerie back to the church.

But, as Gillian hovered over her, she realized that she had been a complete fool. The woman's breasts dragged against Valerie's body as she moved to kiss her. The vixen's mouth opened, and her tongue slithered into Valerie's mouth. Valerie thought that she should resist somehow, but she enjoyed the sensation. Gillian's hand moved down to her crotch and started to rub through the denim. At first, this did nothing for Valerie, and she persisted in her resistance, but after a few moments, a hot, burning need arose. She could no longer imagine a world where her pussy was not given its due attention.

She rose up to Gillian's encroaching lips, taking the vixen into a deep, passionate embrace as the toxins flowed into her. The infection was divine and liberating. Valerie had been making a concerted effort to remember all of John's teachings, but now she realized that they were simply reproductions of false values. Abstinence, chastity, and virtue were foolish notions for frustrated old women.

Valerie's hands moved up to Gillian's body. Soft flesh yielded to her touch. This was the body she had yearned for night and day throughout the whole of her life. This is the body that would lure a man. All of her repressed urges started to flood to the surface as Gillian descended on top of her. The infected woman's hand slipped inside of her jeans and underneath her white panties. No woman had ever touched Valerie's pussy before. The sensation thrilled them both.

Gillian's hand delved in between the younger woman's folds as they continued to explore each other's mouths. Valerie felt pressure in her chest, and she knew that her breasts had started to expand. The infection took root. She welcomed it. In fact, she reveled in the sensation. God had failed and now she would be a fat titted harlot that could suck all the cock she could find.

Gillian ripped open her shirt and bra, releasing Valerie's ballooning tits. Valerie brought her hand up to cup her multiplying flesh. She started to laugh with glee as the weight of her tits double in just seconds. Her mind started to burn with desire and she realized that she could hear another voice. Gillian spoke without moving her lips. Valerie could understand her mistress as the transformation took hold. The message was clear "fuck, breed, serve."

Valerie wailed in pleasure as Gillian's expert touch brought her to orgasm. She pounced on her mistress, pinning her to the ground as she removed the tattered remains of her clothing. Valerie's fattening tits squashed against Gillian's impressive melons as they ground their bodies into one another. Valerie moved downward, licking and kissing at her queen's breasts. The fragrant aroma of Gillian's pussy wound into her mind. She knew she had to taste it, but she was too horny.

In a moment of inspiration, she spun around on top of Gillian. The queen spread her legs wide as Valerie's face dove into the freshly fucked pussy. Gillian grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her dripping snatch down to her mouth. They licked and sucked and stroked until both of them felt waves of pleasure spread throughout their body.

Valerie rolled off of Gillian drunk with pleasure, she could only lie on her back and make barely audible gurgles of happiness. Gillian rose up from the ground quickly and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. She peered at John. Innately, she knew the infection would soon turn the remaining males to more of her sisters unless one happened to change into an alpha.

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John had given up on the door. Adam had made sure that his escape would be covered by leaving bait for the infected. He considered making a break for it while Gillian sixty-nined Valerie, but Ron was still by the door. The poor man was locked in some kind of fever like Kevin had been, waiting for the infection to conquer his immune system. John knew if he tried to dash past him, that he would receive the same thrashing that Valerie had been given.

John waited. He prayed. "I shall fear no evil, for You are with me." He turned away from the unholy corruption of Valerie and shut his eyes tightly. She had been a good girl, righteous and faithful. "Thy rod and thy staff comfort me." John heard laughter.

Gillian's voice was sweet and tempting as it lilted over the air. "Even now you're relying on an invisible force to save you. I can feel your blood racing, John. I know what you truly want. No one's watching any more, you can give in if you like."

John opened his eyes and looked at Gillian. She was standing in the center of the cabin. Valerie seemed to be unconscious on the floor behind her. Ron still guarded the door, but he seemed taller and had begun to rock back and forth. "Biology. You are the result of humans playing God. Some scientist somewhere tread too closely to the domain of the Lord and created an abomination that has spread and threatens to destroy the world."

Gillian rolled her eyes. "Let me show you a new gospel." She walked over to him slowly as she spoke, "I am your shepherd, and you shall not want. I maketh you to lie down and fuck, I lead you to a land where cum flows. I restore your aching desire, and I lead you in the path of abject corruption. Yea, though you tread in the illusions of dead men, you do not fear. For I am with you." John winced as her hand reached out and touched his cheek. The spot burned, and he hoped that the infection would be quick.

The first thing he felt surprised him. It wasn't a ravenous hunger for sex or a drive to corrupt as many people as he could find. It was relief. John had not realized how tired he was or how heavy the world felt. All of his worry and his hidden despairs vanished in an instant. He looked up at Gillian with gratefulness in his eyes. Then the hunger hit him.

Gillian's scent filled his lungs. His cock throbbed with the painful desire of release. He stood and grabbed hold of her, pulling her naked body to him. In a flurry of motion, she undressed him as he whimpered and pawed at her, unwilling to go a second more without being in contact with her skin. His hand grabbed her breasts and squeezed, enjoying the feeling of soft, warm tissue. Gillian's hand wrapped around his cock and started to jerk back and forth rapidly. The feeling was mind boggling. He had stopped pleasuring himself several years before in a vow of pure abstinence until marriage. In moments, his seed spewed out of the tip of his cock, splattering on the front of Gillian's thigh.

She turned around and bent over, falling forward onto her hands and knees. Gillian grunted at him as she raised her ass up for him. Instinctively, he knelt behind her, took hold of her luscious ass and prodded forward with his still rock hard cock. Gillian's hand snaked underneath them and guided his shaft into her waiting cunt. He sank into her burning depth with a swift erratic motion and started to cum immediately once again. Gillian's pussy milked the virgin cock, newly trained muscle undulating along his length.

As they fucked, John watched Gillian's ass smash back into him. He felt his balls swinging forward to slap against her clit. His attention was drawn to motion across the room. Valerie had recovered and moved over to Ron. The man had definitely gotten larger. His shirt was ripping from newly expanded muscle. John knew something as it was whispered from a new voice in his mind. He would not be the alpha. He would be another handmaiden.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, than he felt the first bulge of breast flesh grow out from his chest. He looked down and saw that his once hairy pecs were now smooth and growing softer by the second. It excited him, and he thrust with new vigor into Gillian's sopping cunt. Moments past and once again he emptied a decade's worth of cum into his new mistress as she bucked and moaned on his cock.

Finally spent, his shriveling cock fell out of her. In vain, he reached down and continued to jerk the shrinking nub. A few globs of cum ebbed out of his cock as it receded into the developing folds of his new pussy. John vanished in an instant and Jackie was born with the wet pop of her brand new pussy opening up.

Breast flesh spilled forward from the new vixen's chest. Her ass quadrupled in size as her body exploded with the first of many female orgasms. Her mistress was on the ground in front of her, cooing in a cum induced haze. The creature that had been John knew that she would have to submit to the queen's whim once she woke up and so she set her eyes on Ron.

The former shabby young man was now a behemoth of muscle and cock. Valerie had exhausted herself fucking him already, and he was clearly desperate to unload his balls into another waiting harlot. Jackie slithered over to him, presenting her massive tits to attract his attention. With a grunt the alpha bent over and latched onto a nipple with his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the brand new feminine nipple. It was almost enough to make Jackie cum immediately, but she could sense his throbbing cock so close to her virgin pussy.

Gillian began to stir, so Jackie took her chance. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and pulled herself up into mid air. The beast of a man guided his cock to her tight pussy and pushed inside. He held her in mid air as he fucked her, shoving more and more of his growing length inside of her. Jackie felt as if she would burst, as if his cock would split her down the middle, but she wanted more. She wanted him to cum inside of her. She wanted him to gush cum into her pussy until is poured out around his cock. She wanted to crawl on the floor and lap up his precious cum until every last drop was gone. She wanted to bathe his fat balls in her mouth and clean his cock with her tongue. Jackie felt his cock swelling and then the splash of hot cum inside of her. Her body shattered with orgasm as she became a drooling, incoherent fucktoy for the alpha.

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Gillian watched the girl who was formerly John fuck her alpha. She was slightly jealous that it was not her who took the behemoth's first load, but she could sense other cocks remaining in the cabin across the way. More importantly, she could still smell the scent of the two who had fled. It disappointed her to turn away from the cabin's debauchery, but she couldn't have another queen claim two of her rightful property. With a determined sigh, she stood, went to the back door. She opened it with a single pull and set off into the night.