Lockdown (Venus Virus) - Revised Version
AI Dungeon prompt by Anonymous
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You are a doctor studying a new disease. The disease only seems to infect women. Women infected by the disease go through a second puberty, their bodies ballooning with added weight and becoming taller and more intimidating. An infected woman's sex drive goes haywire and she starts to crave sex, to physically need it to survive. The disease also causes an infected woman's body heat to increase, making them sweat profusely, which in turn releases pheromones into the air to attract mates. You have been studying this illness for some time, and you feel you are on the verge of a breakthrough, when suddenly the containment unit fails and the virus escapes into the building. You enter the quarantine saferoom and sound the alarm, locking down the building, but you know that there are a number of female doctors and nurses in this ward who are going to be exposed.

You turn on the intercom and speak into it, your voice echoing through the building.
"Attention all staff, this is a code 34," you begin. "The pathogen has escaped into the building. Lockdown procedures are now active. Do not attempt to leave the building under any circumstances. To the female staff on site, you likely have already been exposed to the pathogen circulating in the air supply. The first signs of infection will begin to present themselves within the hour. It is recommended you isolate yourself and keep away from other staff. All female staff please proceed to the single-occupant isolation booths until the antigen has been administered and lockdown is concluded."

You sit back in your chair in silence, waiting for the various sectors of the facility to respond. A couple of minutes later, you hear a male voice coming through the intercom. "This is sector B8 responding to code 34," he says. "Sector is locked down, female staff have been quarantined."
A moment later, another male voice comes through. "Code 34 response, this is Dr. Kessel speaking from the storage wing. Sector B2 is clear. No female staff present in this sector."
Over the next few minutes, you hear responses coming in from all over the building.
"Sector B3 responding, no females present."
"A4 here, no female staff."
"B1 responding, three female staff, quarantined successfully."
"B5 here, all females isolated."

You lean back in your chair, listening to the reports come in. Suddenly, you hear another voice come through the intercom. The voice is female, and it's one you recognize. It's the senior pathologist, Doctor Allison Reed. You know her well - you've worked with her often.
"Hello, this is Doctor Reed in sector C5. Sector containment is compromised, quarantine procedures cannot be initiated."
You press the button on the intercom and speak to Doctor Reed.
"Sector C5, please say again. Containment is impossible in your sector?"
"That is correct. There was a malfunction and I cannot shut the doors. Please advise."
"Doctor Reed, please confirm the number of female staff present on site at C5."
"I'm the only one here, no other staff. Male or female."
"Shit," you say under your breath. The intercom falls silent for a few moments.
"Hello, anyone still there?" Doctor Reed asks.
You exhale into the mic as you reestablish communication with Doctor Reed.
"I'm sorry, Reed, but it's very likely you're compromised. The pathogen is in the air supply and your sector is on the same outflow vent as the processing lab. Barricade the doors for now and I'll engage the security lock for the main room in your area. Meantime, try to get the quarantine pods working again if you can. Whatever you do, do not try to leave the sector."
"Okay," she says nervously. "I'll continue to monitor the situation here."
"Keep me posted," you say before cutting communications with her, quickly moving to the next console over to engage the security locks.
A readout on the monitor in front of you displays a list of information about the security systems in Reed's sector.

SECTOR C5 - SECURITY LOCKS ENGAGED
SECTOR C5 - QUARANTINE POD LOCKS INACTIVE ERROR: 04068-E5R/00
SECTOR C5 - AIRFLOW NOMINAL

At least the security locks still work, which will keep Reed from moving around the facility if she's infected. You see if you can reset the quarantine locks from here, but whatever error is causing the issue looks like it's unworkable from outside the sector. You'll just have to hope that Reed can get it figured out.
You continue to monitor the various sectors over the next hour as the lockdown procedures finalize. As you're finishing up, Reed calls back to your office over the intercom. It's definitely her, but her voice is a little different. It sounds like she's out of breath, like she's just run a mile.
"H-hello? This -huff- this is Reed in C5. I'm still having no luck with the pod locks. There's an internal failure and the computer is rejecting my overrides. I can't get access. I -huff- I don't think the pods are viable."
You lean forward and press the button to talk back into the receiver.
"Doctor Reed, confirming here, the quarantine pods are all offline, correct?"
"Yes. I've tried everything. There's no power going to the locks at all."
"And you're certain that the containment of your sector is otherwise secure, correct?"
You wait a moment for a response, but there's just silence.
"Doctor Reed?"
"Y-yes. Yes, my sector is still secure. Sorry, I'm ... I'm a little distracted. Feeling a bit ... warm."
"Doctor Reed, you are experiencing the early symptoms of the infection. I've got the security locks online at the main door to sector C5, which is the best we can manage for now. Are you experiencing any other symptoms except increased body temperature and loss of focus?"
Doctor Reed stammers a bit as she replies. "W-well, actually, I am feeling kind of, er ... aroused."
You nod as you reply into the intercom mic. "That's understandable. It's one of the major symptoms of the infection. It will likely become more pronounced with time, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. We can gauge the progression of your infection by those symptoms."
"How far has it progressed?" Doctor Reed asks, her tone a little more steady now.
"It sounds like you're just starting to enter phase two. Have you noticed any physical changes yet? Any visible change in your height or weight?"
"N-not that I can tell," Reed replies. "But I feel different. I don't really feel afraid, or upset. Just ... horny. I'm sorry, am I saying the wrong things?" The concern is starting to creep back into her voice.
"No, it's fine. It's a natural reaction at this point. Do you notice anything else? Any other changes?"
You hear a brief sigh from Reed. "That's all I've got, Doctor."
"Okay, that's fine. Don't worry, this is all perfectly normal so far. It's going to be rough, but we'll get you through it."
"Thanks. I don't know what I'd do without you being here for all this."
She's breaking comms protocol by being so casual, but she's got other things on her mind, so you let it slide. "That's my job," you say, your tone a little jovial.
Somehow, you're pretty sure she's smiling on the other side of the line.
"I'll call you back in a bit," you tell her. "I have to check on the quarantine pods now."
"R-right," she agrees. "I'll keep you informed if the situation changes."
"Okay," you say, hitting the button to end the communication.
You turn to the terminal on your left and bring up the camera feed for the quarantine pods. You cycle through the different feeds, eyes wide at what you see.
Many of the women inside the pods - doctors, attending nurses, even office staff - have started to show the effects of the infection. More than a few have stripped themselves nearly naked, tearing their clothes to pieces on their bodies to expose themselves. You can see visible plumes of steam rising off of several of them as their increased body heat causes them to sweat profusely, the perspiration evaporating into the air. If they weren't inside those quarantine pods, the pheromones in their sweat would be wafting through the air now.
You watch as one woman, whose ID says she's an intern named Karen Keller, sits in the corner of her pod, tearfully rubbing at her eyes.
"No, no," she says, her hands shaking. "I don't want to ... s-so hot ..." Keller's clothes are soaked with sweat and tight against her body, and you can tell she's starting to move to the advanced phase of the infection. Her mass is shifting, and she's about to enter the second puberty.
Slowly, tentatively, she runs her left hand down under her skirt. Her thighs clamp closed onto it, holding it in place.
"Stop," she pleads with herself, her body refusing to comply. She weeps as her fingertips rub against her body through her underwear, and you can see the blush rising in her cheeks. "Oh God, I'm so hot ... but I d-don't want to!"
"It's okay, Karen," you say to the monitor, knowing she can't hear you but still wanting to comfort her. "It's just the virus. You're not at fault. Nothing's wrong ... you're safe in the pod."
Her legs slowly release their grip on her hand, and she resumes rubbing herself. As she gives in to her need, you watch as her proportions start to change as the final stage of the infection begins. Her round, perky little bosom starts to press hard into her blouse, and you can see her stomach swelling out slightly, gaining the weight that will give it a nice, round shape. Her butt starts to plump up, lifting her off the seat in the pod slightly as it swells to accommodate her new proportions. Her thighs fill sideways, and her hips flare out around her, straining the seams of her skirt until they pop open to either side of her body.
"I ... I d-don't want -nnh- ... Ohhh, god," she says through gritted teeth, as she starts to sweat heavily. Her hair is damp and clumped together in large strands, her makeup running down her face.
The buttons of her blouse strain harder and harder against her growing tits and plumping belly, until with a snap they burst free, sending the tiny plastic baubles tumbling across the floor. Her bra is next to give way, the cups tearing away from each other as her new body demands more and more space.
She looks down at her chest, watching as her new flesh spills out of the torn cups of her bra. You're worried she'll panic, but instead she smiles, then moans loudly as she bucks her hips into her fingers, her eyes struggling to stay focused. She lifts her other hand and rubs it gently over the new, gentle slope of her paunchy belly, massaging it as she arches her back and lets out a low, rumbling groan of pleasure.
"I'm ... I d-don't want ... I- I do, I do want ... I need ... " she says to herself. The button fly of her skirt gives way next, the waistband flying open to either side of her expanding form. Her black thong underwear bites into the supple new flesh of her hips, sliding downward slowly as she writhes in the seat to accommodate her swelling hips and backside.
"Ohhhnn, oh god, I need it so bad. I have to ... I h-have to..."
With that, she gives another gasping moan, the loudest and longest yet, and starts to rock back and forth in the seat. You hear a crack as the plastic seat gives way slightly under her shifting weight, and then muffled, subtle pops as her bones shift under her skin, her body starting to gain height in addition to weight.
You watch, mouth agape, as her hair slinks down from her scalp and thickens, growing down to her shoulders. Her legs lengthen and her calves flex with newfound muscle to support her new size. She's still rocking back and forth, her moans growing louder. Her already compromised skirt tears away from her body completely, and with a loud snapping twang, her thong's waistband fails, launching the torn remnants of her clothes off of her lower body.
You watch, entranced, as her body swells larger and larger before you. With each of her breaths, she grows taller, her voluptuous new form filling out and gaining more curves by the second. As the growth finally starts to subside, she's left completely naked, sweating profusely, panting and gasping. She must be almost three feet taller than she was, still sitting in the chair.
"Mmmh, oh fuck. That felt so good," she pants, looking down at her new form, running her hands over her expansive new belly and widened hips. "That's what I needed. Mmmm, that's what I wanted."
As you stare into the monitor, she looks around the pod, then notices the camera. She smiles a sultry, impish little smirk and waves.
"I hope you were watching that," she says in a singsong voice, "I want you to see everything. Why don't you let me out of here and come play with me?"
She's not talking to you specifically. She just doesn't care who sees her. She's reached the final stage of the infection, and now her body will be insatiable in its drive to breed.
"I think I'm gonna try out this sexy new body again," she tells the camera, slowly reaching a hand down to her crotch once more. She runs it over the gentle curve of her belly and onto her pudgy, rounded pubic mound, before opening her legs and exposing herself completely to the security camera, pinching her clit with her thumb and forefinger.
She blows a kiss to the camera, and you blink, turning off the feed.

There's a crackle of static over the intercom, and you suddenly remember that you were supposed to check on Doctor Reed. You clumsily snatch up the mic and open communications with Sector C5 again.
"Doctor Reed, what's your status?" you ask.
Silence.
"Doctor Reed? Are you there, Doctor?"
"Mmm," she moans into the intercom. Her voice is low, sultry, and full of carnal need. "My status? Fucking horny, that's what. Why don't you open the security locks for me, baby? Then we can have some fun together."
You shudder at her response. She must be as far gone as Karen the intern by now. Her body is starting to crave sex. If she gets out of that sector, the entire hospital could be at risk.
You think for a moment. Reed's a respected doctor, highly trained, with a career and a family. You have to try and appeal to her intelligence before she's too horny to reason with.
You speak into the mic once more. "Reed, can you hear me?"
"Mmm-hmm," she replies, sighing heavily as if she's already bored of this conversation.
"You're a smart woman. I know you're trained to deal with dangerous pathogens every day. You must know that you're infected with a highly contagious virus that drives women into a sexual frenzy. Now that you've contracted it, you're starting to feel those urges too. I need you to stay in your office. Any contact could spread the virus. Do you understand? You could cause an outbreak, and we can't have that."
You pause, waiting for a response, but the intercom stays silent. You try one more time. "Reed? Reed, do you copy?"
"Outbreak," she says slowly. "Virus. What stupid words. I have some better ones for you. Orgasm. Clitoris. Penis. Blowjob. Anal. Aren't those more fun?"
"Reed," you snap. "Stay focused. You're infected, but you can keep yourself from getting others infected if you just stay put."
"Hey," she says, suddenly angry. "Don't you dare tell me what to do. I'm a professional, one of the most senior doctors on staff."
Yes, that's it. She might be angry, but at least she's thinking more clearly now, remembering her position. Maybe you can keep her focused, if you try.
"Of course, Doctor," you agree, soothingly. "But this is a matter of life and death, so if you don't mind, I'd like to direct you to quarantine yourself in your office."
"Quarantine," she says, as if rolling the word around in her mouth. There's a pause, and then another flirty little giggle. "That's another of your stupid words. Here's some more fun ones. Orgy. Threeway. Sixty-nine. Buttfuck. Cum. Ooh, I really like that last one."
Quietly, you curse. You're getting through, but just barely. She's a rational, highly educated professional, but right now she's succumbing to her more animal urges. There's a contented sigh over the intercom, and then you can hear the sounds of Reed's desk chair squeaking and thudding, mixed with a muffled, wet squelch as she pleasures herself.
This is your last chance. You know she has a family, two boys. Maybe she'll respond to that.
"Reed," you say into the intercom, your mouth feeling dry. "What about your family? Your sons? Do you want them to know that their mother was an infected, hyper-sexualized maniac?"
"M-my sons," she says softly, and there's a silent pause. Then, suddenly, she groans loudly into the mic, the sounds of her fingerfucking herself growing even more loud and perverse.
"Yes! God, yes!" she cries. "My sons, my ex-husband, his new wife, the neighbors, everyone! They can all know just how much of a dirty, filthy, horny, kinky, naked fucking WHORE I really am! In fact, bring my sons here and I'll fuck them senseless! That's what good mothers are supposed to do, right? We're supposed to love our children!"
The sounds of Reed's self-pleasure are really getting intense now. "Oh! Oh! Ohgodohgodohgod! I'm... going to cuuum!"
Dear god, this is insane. There's no reasoning with her anymore. You're not even going to try.
You're just about to cut communications when the lights go dark in your saferoom. There's a moment of silence, and then you hear Reed's voice again, chuckling softly. "Power's out," she says, her voice a sensual whisper in the intercom mic. "The doors are open, sweetie. See you real soon."
The intercom beeps off as the connection is cut, and then the lights flicker back on, one by one.
Shit. Could she have really just been distracting you long enough to cause a feedback loop and open the security locks? Most of the infected women you've studied while researching the virus were pretty much only concerned with sex, but Reed's a smart woman. In fact, she's one of the smartest you've ever had the pleasure of meeting. If there's even a chance she can still access that and use that intelligence, even after being overtaken by the infection, then she's more dangerous than you could have possibly imagined.
You turn and grab the handle for the saferoom and test it, but it's firmly locked in place. That's a relief. She can't get in here, at least.
You slowly move back to the computer, and stare at the screen. You turn back to the quarantine pod feed and flick up and down through the cameras for the different pods. Almost all the women are now in the last phase, or at least approaching it. They've all gained at least some height and weight. Huge, creamy titflesh and round, soft bellies fill the screen in every view you bring up. Buxom, statuesque women fondle themselves on every feed, moaning a lewd chorus. A few of them are still trying to resist their changes, like Karen was at first, but it's futile. You watch as a woman changes in front of your eyes, a dark-skinned beauty with long curly hair. Her expanding ass blows out the back of her jeans with such force that the denim shreds at the seams, and the back of her tight, white tank top is lifted up and blown clear over her head by the expansion of her back and chest. She can only groan and pleasure herself as the sensations of her expanding body overtake her nervous system. She cradles her new, round belly with her forearms as she dives into her hairy, fat pubic mound with both hands, rubbing and squeezing as she fucks herself with four fingers on one hand and roughly thumbs her clit with the other.
Your body starts to react of its own accord, the perverse scene in every camera feed causing your member to twitch and swell in your pants, and you have to turn it off to maintain your professionalism. It would be too easy to just sit here and watch until you came all over yourself, but you can't let this happen. You have to do something. You have to get out of here. But where the hell can you go? The entire facility is on lockdown until someone gives the computer the all clear signal, and the only one with that code is you. You can't leave until this is under control. You're the last line of defense.
The larger problem is Reed. If she really did break through the security lock, that means she's roaming free in the halls. You can tell by talking to her over the intercom that she's got the same animalistic urges the rest of the infected women have, but she's also got the intellect of a genius microbiology doctor and pathologist, which means she's more than capable of figuring her way through anything you can do to slow her down.
A guard's voice breaks your train of thought as it comes in over the comm.
"I have eyes on Reed," he says quietly. "Northeast wing, moving towards sector B8. Looks like the virus hit her pretty hard. Gotta be at least eight feet tall, plumped up belly and ass, tits too. Fuck, is that heat coming off of her? It's like a sauna down here."
"Stay where you are, don't get closer," you warn him. "I repeat, do not engage." If he gets too close, the pheromones in Reed's sweat will get to him, and you can't have that happen.
The guard continues his observation. "Looks like she's stopping at the security door to sector B8. God damn, that body is something else." The guard's voice is starting to slow, his words getting sloppy as he says them. Shit, he's too close, he's breathing in her pheromones.
"Is sector B8 compromised? Report!"
"I want... oh god, I want..." His speech is lazy now, slurring.
"I said give me a report!"
A reply comes, but it's not the guard's voice. It's Reed's.
"You know, you boys shouldn't hold these important conversations on an open channel," she teases, a sensual, throaty chuckle punctuating her sentence. "I can hear everything you say to each other. And it sounds like there's a cute little boy out here somewhere that wants a closer look at my big, hot body. Come out, baby, I won't bite."
You hear a muffled rustling through the comm, and you realize the guard has emerged from wherever he was hiding and is approaching Reed. She gives a false little gasp of surprise.
"Mmm, that's a good boy," she praises. "Do I look good to you, baby? Do I look sexy?"
The guard makes a muffled response that you can't make out through the intercom, but it's more than clear that he's under Reed's sway now.
"Tell me how pretty I am," Reed whispers. "I want to hear how good I look to you."
"G-goddess," the guard stammers. "You're a ... a goddess. Perfect ..."
Reed laughs and sighs at him, confident in her dominance.
"Why don't you touch me, baby?" Reed asks the guard. "Put your hands on my body and explore me. Start with my big, soft belly. Let me feel how much you love and desire me."
The guard moans in pleasure as his hands slide over Reed's stomach, his breathing deepening. You can hear the sounds of him caressing her supple, soft flesh, kneading and grasping at it as Reed coos into his ear.
"Mmmnh, oh yes, baby. Doesn't that just feel like heaven? It's good for me, too. Put your hands all over me, sweetie. Play with my fat, round titties next."
You hear more moaning and groping, and then Reed laughs softly.
"You're such a good boy. Let me give you a treat. Would you like to suck on my big tits, honey? Wrap those lips around my hard nipples."
The guard lets out a happy, eager little sigh that carries through the intercom, and a moment later you hear a soft, wet kissing noise as he latches around one of Reed's teats and begins to suckle contently. You wince as you hear her moan in pleasure.
"That's a good baby. Suck on Mommy's big jugs. You like that? Hmm, I know you do, sweetheart."
The guard lets out a muffled gurgle of happiness as Reed urges him on. A moment later, Reed speaks again.
"Get it out for me, lover," she commands, her voice dripping with honey. "Let me see how hard I make you."
There's a wet popping sound as the guard frees Reed's tit from his lips, and then the sound of a zipper unfastening, as he obediently pulls his erect member free of his pants.
Reed lets out a little musical hum as the guard presents himself to her.
"Ooh, look at that," you hear her say over the intercom. "You're so hard, baby. So big for me. Do I make you want to come, lover? Do I make you want to explode?"
You can hear the guard's breathing build in tempo as she speaks to him, and suddenly you hear the sound of frantic, irregular slaps of skin on skin as the guard starts to jerk himself off in a horny frenzy.
"That's it, sweetheart. Jerk that fat prick for me, and shoot your love all over my belly. Make me sticky with your seed, honey. Come on. Show me what an obedient little pet you are."
You turn your head from the intercom mic in defeat as the sounds of the guard's hand on his member get faster and faster, before he suddenly moans with ecstasy, followed by the wet squelching noises of sticky liquid covering Reed's full, motherly figure.
"Oh, baby," Reed sighs with pleasure. "Look at how much you came for me, sweetheart."
The guard cries out, a short, wordless yelp of release, and then there's a muffled sound of motion before Reed speaks again, this time to you instead of her new plaything.
"Mm, that was fun," she croons at you in her impish singsong. "I might play with this one a little more in private. But don't worry, I'll come and play with you really soon. Be a good boy for me and wait patiently, honey. I promise I have some fun things planned for us. Until then, sweet dreams."
She chuckles softly, sensually for a moment before cutting communication again. You release the switch and sag against the wall, putting your face in your hands. You take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.
You can't keep this up. You have to do something, but you're out of ideas. And Reed is coming for you. If she somehow gets past the locked door to the saferoom and gets inside, her powerful pheromones will reduce you to her sniveling fucktoy in minutes. You'd be able to do nothing as she used you until she got bored and left you a quivering mess.
You frantically type into the console in front of you, hoping that the computer has an estimate for you on the progress of the antigen. If you can hold out until it's prepared, you might have a chance.
A window pops up on the monitor.

CALCULATING APPROXIMATE COMPLETION TIME. PLEASE WAIT.

The screen blinks at you for a few moments, as the computer tries to calculate just how far it is in producing the vaccine.
You continue to wait patiently as the minutes creep by, and then suddenly a new window appears.

APPROXIMATE COMPLETION TIME: FOUR DAYS.

You slump in your chair and grip your forehead with your palm in exasperated defeat. You could hold out another couple hours, maybe. But four days? There's no way Reed won't get in here by then. You've heard what her pheromones can do to men, how quickly the guard fell to her wiles. Even with the door electronically sealed and held with three magnetic deadbolts, she'd find a way in by then.
You're trapped. There's simply no way out.
Her words come back to you. "I promise I have some fun things planned for us." Your eyes go wide in their sockets as you realize it's been you she was after this whole time. You were the first one to talk to her through the intercom during and after her infection. She's been coming for you since the beginning. The virus must have fixated her mind on you, like a beast searching for its mate. She's coming to take what she wants, and what she wants is you.
"Be a good boy and wait for me," she said. She knows exactly where you are. She knows you can't leave until the vaccine is finished, and she knows she'll be able to get in before then. It won't take her four days to get in here. It won't even take four hours.
You look up at the spinning ventilation fan in the ceiling. The air circulation in this room is on a separate circuit than the rest of the building. As long as that fan is spinning, you're isolated from the other parts of the facility. That's small comfort, at least.
Reed's voice breaks your concentration as she speaks into the intercom again.
"Hi, lover," she teases you, and you feel your shoulders tighten as you shudder slightly. "I hope you're excited to see me."
Her laugh is like a predatory challenge, like a jungle cat chuffing in satisfaction at a cornered herbivore.
You lean in to speak to her through the mic, and you find your mouth is dry again.
"Reed," you say quietly, "stop this. Please. You're not this ... monster, this sexual fiend. You're a smart woman, a colleague I respect. You're better than this."
You half expect her to burst into hysterical laughter, but her voice is completely serious when she responds.
"You know," she begins, "I followed your work on the virus closely. It was very interesting to read about the behavioral and physical changes you described. But now that I've experienced it for myself, I need to correct something in your research paper."
Your brow furrows as she continues.
"You seem to think that the virus turns women into sex-starved maniacs, that it robs us of our intelligence and turns us into slutty zombie bimbos that live just for cock. You're wrong. I have all my faculties. I haven't lost anything. I remember every lesson from my years at med school, all the work I was doing in the lab. Do you want me to explain the thesis of the paper I published last month on genetic manipulation of prokaryotic bacteria? I'm every bit as smart as I was before the infection. Maybe even more."
Your expression collapses into one of confusion as she speaks. She certainly seems to have retained her intelligence. She was able to bypass the electronic security locks of her sector after you locked her in, and she clearly remembers enough of her work to speak about it. You thought maybe she was just an outlier, but if this is true for all the infected women, then it changes the very nature of the virus itself.
You try to keep her talking as you work out your options. "If that's true," you say, "if you're really still in there, Reed, then why are you after me? Why are you so determined to have sex?"
She pauses before responding. When she finally begins speaking, her tone is warm yet matter-of-fact, as if she's explaining a concept to a curious child.
"The virus doesn't take away our minds, honey. It just frees us from the worries of social normalcy, makes us feel the way we are truly meant to. Why hide our natural desires under a facade of lies? The virus gives us the minds and bodies we need to fulfill our duty as women. It makes us into perfect mates for you. It makes our bodies need you. Need your seed. Need to feel you inside us. We're women, baby. We're built to reproduce. It's in our biology."
You shake your head and sigh heavily. "You've lost your mind, Reed."
"Think about it, lover. You want to run your hands all over my big, sexy belly, don't you? You want to slide your member between these soft, pillowy titties and enjoy them. And I want you to. Why shouldn't we both feel our most natural wants? Why shouldn't we just love each other?"
Despite yourself, you almost consider her offer. What Reed is saying makes an odd sort of sense. It would be so easy to agree, to let her buxom, tall body envelop you in its embrace. Why shouldn't you enjoy yourself? What harm would it do?
You blink and shake your head as you realize your pants are tenting forward pretty hard. Fuck, what the hell are you thinking? You're letting her in your head now. You take a deep breath and try to banish these thoughts from your mind.
Reed's voice turns smooth and lustful again as she speaks into the intercom once more.
"I'm outside, honey," she says. "Look at the camera feed. I'm waiting for you."
You look at your monitor, and you're nearly knocked over by the image you see there. Reed is truly reveling in the physical changes to her body brought on by the virus. The last time you saw her, before all this started, she was a pretty but fairly plain woman, with light olive skin, short brown hair and a conservative, lean frame that she worked hard to maintain after her sons were born. Now, as she stands naked in front of the sealed door to your saferoom, she's the very image of feminine fertility.
When the guard on the radio told you she was over eight feet tall, he wasn't kidding. She must have added more than half her original height onto her body during her virus-induced second puberty. Her hair is a deep, rich chestnut color, cascading in loose waves as it falls over her shoulders, resting against her chest. Her breasts are massive, full and slightly teardrop-shaped, falling heavily off her chest and resting against the gentle curve of her paunchy, soft belly as it fills forward off of her body. Her thighs must be nearly as thick around as your own torso, plump and juicy with perfect, unblemished skin. Her hips are wide, swelling out to meet her thick, bouncing butt, the muscles there firm under the fat as they work to keep her balance. The round, fat peach that is her ass jiggles softly as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, clearly showing off for you. She raises her arms and puts her hands behind her head, pouting out her thick, puffy lips towards the security camera and blowing you a kiss through the feed.
She's completely naked, not a stitch of clothing on her body, and she proudly and brazenly shows herself off. Just as with the other infected, the virus has stripped her entirely of her modesty, and replaced it with burning, carnal need. Her desire to mate is palpable, an almost physical thing, practically filling up the room through the monitor. You can see her perspiration forming and then quickly evaporating on her glistening, olive-bronze skin, and shimmers of heat rise from her supple flesh as she waits impatiently for you on the other side of the door.
She looks directly into the security camera with her bright green eyes. They seem to sparkle in the camera feed, and you can't help but stare into them.
"Open the door, honey," she says, her voice breathy and thick with desire.
You exhale. Your body is reacting strongly to her, your member straining against your pants as it rises to the occasion, but you have to keep your head.
"You know I can't, Reed. For both our sake. Once the antigen is ready, I'll help you, but until then, I'm not opening the door."
She puts on a pouty expression before pressing her mountainous, quivering titflesh together in front of her and leaning further forward into the camera.
"Come on, baby. You sure I can't tempt you?"
Chills run down your spine and you quickly look away from the screen.
"Reed!"
She shakes her head. "Allison," she whispers. "Call me Allison."
"You need to stop this. You're a doctor, dammit!"
"Who cares about that anymore?" she asks, and you feel a sinking in your chest at her words. "I told you, I'm a woman. I'm built for mating, for breeding. It's my nature, and now I can finally get back to doing what I put away for so long after my sons were born. The old me would look down her nose at indulgence like this, but the new me, the true me, is enjoying every moment of it. Standing here, naked and fertile, waiting for you to give me a child." She lets out a lustful giggle. "It feels so good."
"I can't let you in, Reed. I won't."
Her expression hardens a little in the monitor. "I said it's Allison, honey," she corrects you. "Don't call me by my ex-husband's last name."
Her expression and tone make you pause. You stare at her for a moment, wondering what to do. Then, you sigh, realizing it's better to keep her happy if you want to buy more time. "I'm sorry, Allison. I won't call you that again."
She smiles at the camera. "That's a good boy," she coos. "Already learning to take my instruction."
You curse under your breath. She's trying to get under your skin again.
"Now," she says, her tone a little softer. "If you won't open the door, I'll just have to make you."
All at once, the lights go out in your saferoom again. A red emergency light flares to life on the wall, bathing the room in a crimson glow. The only other source of illumination in the room is the monitor with Reed's form on it.
"What are you doing?" you shout, looking into the monitor.
Reed laughs. "Just helping you change your mind about things. Breathe deep, now."
Your head snaps up to the ceiling. The ventilation fan is slowing to a stop. She's turned off the isolated air supply.
Which means you're breathing the air from outside the room now. The air that's being pumped full of her pheromones.
Outside the room, Reed starts to hum a little tune as she dances from foot to foot, smiling into the security camera.
"Come on, honey," she says. "I won't bite ... too hard." She runs a hand over her voluptuous, shapely form, down her chest and over her buxom, curvaceous breasts to her ample, comely stomach, then into the soft, dense hair covering her pubic mound. She sighs a little at her own touch, squirming slightly as she puts on a show for you through the camera.
Shit. You should have seen this coming. If she was able to bypass the security lock, it's obvious she could get into the other computer systems without a problem. The air in the room is still mostly clean, but as each second passes, it's slowly replaced by the hallway air, heavy with her body's pheromones. The longer you breathe them in, the more likely you are to fall prey to her allure.
You can't help but smirk in defeat as you take in the situation. She's got you. It's just a matter of time now.
"Ree- er, Allison," you stutter, calling her by her first name in an effort to appease her. "Why me? There must be fifty men in the facility. You'd already had your way with that guard from before. Why are you after me so badly?"
She flashes you a toothy, predatory grin. "Would you believe me if I said I want the hardest cock in the building?" she asks teasingly.
You snicker a bit despite yourself. "You want me to open the doors," you answer for her. "You want me to end the lockdown and let you and the other infected women out of the building."
Reed makes an exaggerated expression for a moment, feigning being deep in thought. "Well," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly, "Yes, I suppose that's technically what I want, but now that you mention it, I don't really care either way. I just want to have fun ... with you." She licks her lips in anticipation.
You're not sure if you're just imagining it, but the room starts to feel a little warm. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and over the bridge of your nose. You blink and rub it from your face with the back of your hand.
"Then why?" you repeat. "If not to get out of here, then why me?"
She stops touching herself and looks away from the camera, smiling again, but with sincerity this time. "Well, what if I told you ... that I wanted to be with you, even before the infection?"
You pull your head back on your neck in surprise. "What?" you ask in disbelief.
"I've been ... lonely, since my husband left me," she says softly, placing a hand against her round belly and rubbing it absently as she speaks. "He used to say that I was the only woman for him, that no one could ever compare to me. Then one day he left, and I couldn't figure out why." She looks back up at the camera. "But I finally know. It's because I wasn't sexy anymore, after my sons were born. He wanted someone who could still turn him on." She sighs sadly. "I miss being wanted."
Allison pauses for a moment, then flashes the camera another impish grin. "But now," she says, her voice filling with lust once more, "now I'm more woman than I've ever been. Thanks to the virus, I'm a perfect, fertile lover, and all the men inside these walls can't get enough of me!" She licks her lips once more. "I'll bet you can't get enough of me, either. You want me. You desire me. You feel it now, don't you?"
It's so fucking hot in this room. You're sweating like crazy. Is that heat coming off of her, even through the sealed door? Or are you just starting to be affected by the pheromones in the air?
"I want to be with you," she says softly. "I want to make love to you. If you let me in there, I promise that we'll have the time of our lives. You'll never be lonely again, not with me."
You're starting to feel dizzy. You open your mouth to speak again, but your question is interrupted by a sudden thick, sweet scent of honey and cinnamon playing on your nose. You take in a deep breath despite yourself, and then deeply exhale, your eyelids drooping lazily as your vision starts to blur at the edges. You shake your head to try and clear it, but it won't go away. You breathe in again, and a dopey grin starts to form on your lips. God, that smells really good.
"Come on now, baby," Allison croons at you, her sensual, full figure swaying back and forth hypnotically in the monitor. "The virus made me perfect for you. Let's enjoy each other, the way men and women are supposed to."
She shifts her weight back and forth in front of the camera lens, proudly displaying her plump, erotic body to you through the desk monitor. You can't help but stare. She's beautiful. She's right. You want her. You need her. Why shouldn't you have her?
You close your eyes tightly, smacking the heel of your palm into your forehead to try and focus yourself. It's obvious that Reed's pheromones are seeping into the room from the hallway by now, and they're definitely affecting you. You need to do something. You can't just sit here. But the only way out is through the door, and Reed is waiting for you just outside, ready to pounce on you as soon as you try to open it. Every breath you take makes your mind cloud over further. You can feel your resistance slipping away, your need to join with Reed growing stronger and stronger. Your head falls limp on the end of your neck, swaying back and forth lazily over your shoulders as your body starts to rock softly in your chair.
"Ah- ... Allison," you grunt into the intercom mic, desire dripping like thick syrup in your voice. She smiles impishly into the camera.
"That's it, lover. You ready to come out and play?"
You try to muster up whatever resistance you can. "St-stop this," you stammer. "Please."
Reed just laughs, a throaty chuckle that sends an oppressive wave of heat through your body.
You groan softly, your tongue slowly running across the dry, parched inside surface of your upper lip. You can't deny it anymore.
"Allison," you repeat, drawing out the sound of her first name. "I want you, Allison."
"I know, baby. You can have me. All you have to do is open the door."
"I cuh- I c-can't ... Allison, I can't-"
"You can, lover. You know you want to."
"I-"
She's right. She's so right. You want her so badly it hurts. You want to taste her sweat on your tongue, you want to feel her soft, sensual form against you. You want to thrust inside of her and never stop.
You need to open this door.
You reach a quaking hand slowly toward the electronic lock controls, fingers tensing as you approach. The panel feels far away, like you have to reach out for miles just to place your hand on it. The closer your hand gets to the panel, the heavier your heart feels in your chest. You feel like you're being choked, like there's a heavy weight hanging from a rope around your neck, slowly pulling down and slicing into your throat.
You bring your hand to the panel, but just as you're about to touch it, you ball your fingers into a fist. The final, flickering candle of resistance is dim in your mind, but you try to focus on it. You try to muster up a voice inside to tell yourself that you can't open the door.
That it's wrong.
That it's dangerous.
That it's stupid to throw away your life like this, and that it's even more stupid to throw away the last hope of keeping the virus contained for a fleeting physical connection with a woman you barely know.
But the tiny, sobbing voice is silenced as the door unlocks with a loud click and swings open in your hand.
"Good boy," Allison purrs. "I knew you could do it."
She stands before you, a perfect goddess in the flesh. Her skin is flawless and beautiful, as if her form was shaped by a master's hand. She towers over you with an amazingly feminine build, more than a foot and a half taller than you and erotically full and plump, her body blatantly advertising her fertility. The air around her shimmers with her body heat, thick and hazy with a steam formed from her sweet scent. Her face is heart-shaped, her eyes a deep, deep green and flecked with gold. Her lips are wet and thick, a perfect decadent rose-red. Her cheeks are soft and dimpled when she smiles at you.
You fall to your knees in submission before her, your hands reaching limply towards her in a vain attempt to grasp at her perfect, supple flesh. She giggles sweetly, easily grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms around her. She straddles your legs, elegantly settling onto your knees as she caresses your face with slim, delicate fingers.
"Hello, baby," she says softly.
"Allison ... Allison," you groan, your voice a ragged whisper.
She leans down into your body to kiss you, pressing her warm, pillowy lips against yours. You close your eyes and melt into them as you feel her tongue flick into your mouth, exploring you. You whimper, your mouth opening to allow her in, your body shaking in desire.
You feel the blood rushing through your veins, pounding in your ears as she holds you tightly, in total command of the situation. Why did you ever try to resist this perfect, caring goddess? Everything you could ever want is here in her embrace.
She pulls away from the kiss, looking down at you with a sweet, motherly smile.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me?" she asks.
You nod quickly, eagerly, but she shakes her head.
"You have to say 'Yes, Mommy,'" she says.
"Y-yes ... yes, Mommy," you repeat.
She smiles, kissing you again.
"That's my good boy," she praises.
You lean forward, trying to reconnect your lips with hers, but she giggles and pulls away. She takes your hand in hers and guides it over her body, pressing your palm firmly into the perfect, soft flesh of her right breast.
"Touch me, honey," she says, her voice gentle but commanding. "I want to feel your hands on my body. Every inch. I want you to savor me. Can you do that for Mommy? Can you make me feel good?"
You nod determinedly. "Yes, Mommy," you breathe.
You gently squeeze her soft, huge mound of titflesh in your palm, brushing your thumb over the thick, swollen nub of her erect nipple. She inhales sharply, exhaling with a satisfied "Mmm ... " at your touch. You explore her body eagerly, your hands running down the luxurious hills and valleys of her form, taking in the curves and contours of her body with wonderment. You've never felt anything so amazing, so perfect.
You squeeze and caress her body with all the passion of an inexperienced, awkward young virgin. Here, in her embrace, you've been reduced from a professional doctor to a nervous child, doing your best to make your beautiful partner feel the way she deserves.
She guides your face to her neck, pressing your lips against her soft, smooth skin as she holds you tightly. You breathe in, savoring her spicy scent, feeling the absolute perfection of her presence overwhelm you. You kiss and gently nibble at the crook of her neck as your hands continue to trailblaze across her voluptuous form, making her moan quietly as she runs her fingers through your hair.
"You're such a good boy," she says again, this time a whisper in your ear. "I'm so happy you're here with me now." Her warm breath sends shivers down your spine as it plays against your skin.
You feel a tugging at your clothes, and you realize she's gently starting to undress you as you please her. You happily continue to kiss and caress her, raising your arms temporarily to help her pull the fabric from your body before returning to your task. Each breath of her scent floods your mind with raw, overwhelming emotion. This woman is your everything now. She'll look after you, she'll make you feel good, and all she wants in return is your touch.
Her hands press into your now bare skin, fingertips playing across your back. She sighs hungrily, and you can tell that she needs you now. You want to give her what she desires, to please her in any way you can. With a soft moan of anticipation, she rolls atop you and pushes you to the floor, her massive, soft bosom squishing into your chest, her thighs surrounding your legs. Her plump belly presses into your abdomen, and your erection surges in your pants, pushing up into her soft stomach through the layer of fabric between you.
"I need you," she whispers in your ear. "Don't ever leave me."
"Never, Mommy, never," you promise without hesitation, your whole existence now defined by this woman. She gently curls her fingers around the waistband of your pants, her thumbs pushing upward on the button until it comes undone, separating the two halves of the garment at your hips. Your pulsating, aching erection strains eagerly against the fabric of your underpants, pressing up toward her as she pulls your pants down. She gently slides your pants and shorts down to your knees with a playful tug. You help her by lifting your feet, as she tosses the fabric aside.
Gently, slowly, she leans her statuesque body down towards your throbbing, erect rod, and as she nears the glistening, red-purple head, she plants a soft, tender kiss on the flared corona. Her full, pouting lips are warm and soft, and the sensation is wonderful.
She raises herself up over top of you, her towering, curvy form straddling and enveloping you as you lie on the floor underneath her.
"Let's feel good together, baby," she says in a low, breathy voice, a small smile playing on her face.
She gently raises her hips, her body shifting a few inches downward as she positions your pulsating member against her warm, plush entrance, your throbbing tip nuzzling against her pudgy labia.
You feel an urge to thrust upwards into her, but you resist it, letting her retain control. You're just happy she chose you.
Slowly, she lowers herself down onto you, her full, wet lower lips wrapping themselves around your erect member as she slides downward. She takes her time, savoring the sensation of you slowly filling her from below, sighing and moaning softly as she guides more and more of you inside of her.
Her slick channel slowly engulfs you, and you let out a shuddering breath. Your body is tingling as she lowers herself on top of you. Finally, you're fully sheathed within her, and she rocks her hips back and forth a bit, testing out the feel of you from within. Her insides are hot as they embrace your shaft, wrapping around you lovingly like warm, slick velvet.
"You feel so good inside of me," she whispers, her hands against your chest as she arches her back. "Like you were always meant to be there."
With that, she begins to slowly raise and lower her hips, sliding you in and out of her at a measured pace. She holds you tightly between her legs, her gently clenching channel enveloping you in a loving grip. As she begins to quicken the pace, rolling her hips into yours, you reach up with both hands and caress her bouncing, heavy tits, cradling and supporting one in each palm, the supple flesh overflowing your hands and squeezing softly between your spread fingers.
She throws her head back in ecstasy as she rides you, her thick hair swishing back and forth behind her. You crane your neck and back up towards her and take her left nipple in your mouth as you continue to massage the other with your fingers, and she lets out a gasp of surprise and delight.
She begins bouncing up and down on top of you, her thick thighs working as her hips swing forward and back, forcing you in and out of her quickly.
Her breath shallows into rapid, gasping pants as she increases her pace more and more. Her body, already glistening with sweat from her increased body heat, starts to perspire even faster, and gouts of visible steam rise from her shoulders and chest and form a thick haze in the air, filling your lungs with even more of her sweet, spicy musk.
The muscles in her legs start to tremble and flex underneath their soft, fatty sheaths, her thick calves bulging with effort as she pistons up and down, taking as much of you inside her as she can with each motion. Her ample, heart-shaped butt slaps audibly against your skin as she rocks her pelvis up and down onto you, the loud, perverse sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the high ceiling of the saferoom.
Her eyes are closed in ecstasy, her lips pursed and slightly open as she lets out a grunting yelp with each downward thrust of her body.
"Harder," she pants, between moans. "Give it to me harder!"
You arch your back and flex your legs, thrusting up into her in time with her bounces to drill as deep as you can. You take a deep breath and grunt as you push up into her, your legs and back shaking with effort.
She lets out a high-pitched squeal and rocks her body forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. The angle of her body shifts downwards as she leans into you, and you find yourself scraping against the front wall of her channel with each thrust. You try to keep up, but her strength, endurance and heat are proving too much for you. All you can do is press your head against her heaving chest and pant as she continues to use your body for her pleasure.
"That's good," she groans, her tall, buxom form quaking slightly as her rhythm starts to become irregular. "That's good baby, that's -hnn- that's sooooo good."
Her body starts to tremble, her moans rising in pitch as she moves her head close to yours, and you suffer the full force of her powerful pheromones as they wash over you in a wave. The sudden rush of her scent overtaking your brain once again short circuits your nervous system, and you thrust hard into her, drilling deep with wild abandon. She cries out in pleasure and you feel her insides start to clench, gripping your erect cock tightly. The heat of her insides flares like a furnace stoked to full output, and her moan turns into a long, throaty squeal as her inner walls start to ripple and quiver, gripping and relaxing with a wild, arrhythmic pulse.
It's all you can take. You feel a strong, throbbing pressure build deep in your abdomen, pressing upwards at the base of your cock.
"Ah-hn- ... Allison- M-Mommy," you grunt with a stammer, "I'm ... I'm going to-"
You can't finish your sentence in time before a low, gurgling roar overtakes your throat, and you explode inside her. Your hips snap into her with a spasmodic jerk as you start to ejaculate, a long volley of spurts that are more powerful than you've ever experienced before, and you can feel your pulsing prostate sending the liquid deep inside her womb. More and more, shot after shot of ropey, white magma erupts from within you, painting her insides with your seed.
"Yes, yes, oh god!" Allison shouts between short, yelping screams as she teeters over the edge of her own ecstasy, pushed to the brink by the feeling of you filling her womb. She lets out a long, warbling yelp, and her entire body trembles and shakes as her own release washes over her.
As the shouts and screams slowly give way to gasping, ragged pants in your shared afterglow, Allison lays her hot, glistening body over top of yours, her towering frame dwarfing you beneath it. She's heavy, but not uncomfortably so, and the feeling of her against you fills you with serenity and happiness. Her pheromones tickle the tip of your nose, binding you further to her even in this moment of bliss, and you feel perfectly at home in her embrace.
She sighs and laughs softly as she nestles her face into your neck, snuggling against you gently.
"That was perfect," she says in a breathy near-whisper. "Just what I wanted, baby."
You nod, unsure of what to say. You're so overwhelmed by her presence, by her pheromones in your system, that you're just happy to serve her. Slowly, smoothly, she rises from you a bit, and looks you in the face, her deep green eyes sparkling in the low light of the room.
"I'm going to tell you a secret," she says, smiling. You brush a lock of her hair out of her face and smile back without a word.
"I didn't have sex with any of the guards I teased," she whispers. "I was waiting for you. You were the first since my body changed from the infection."
You lean up and kiss her softly on the lips, wrapping your arms around her.
"There's still a lot I want to do with you," she says. "But first, I need you to do something for me."
"Anything," you offer, eager to please your goddess.
"Open the doors," she says, her eyes flashing. "End the lockdown."
Your smile widens in unquestioning devotion.
"Yes, Mommy."