Going Out

"Hey Chris, we're ordering pizza, do you-- oh shit, guys, he's going out the window!!"

They'd been trying to keep me locked up since the effects of the virus first started to show. When my hair grew rapidly from my head and fell out elsewhere. When my breasts started to grow under my sweatshirts. When my hips cracked and popped as my skeleton reformed.

All the while, a hunger grew inside me. I knew it was the virus urging my body to spread it to another victim, but you know what? I didn't care. By the time my vagina finally formed, I couldn't keep my fingers out of it. My whole room reeked of sex. Honestly, I'm impressed that the other guys managed not to burst through the door and screw me. Infuriated, mostly, but also impressed.

I'm not sure if it was superhuman strength from the virus, or just unquenchable sexual desire, but I easily pried loose the boards they'd put in place to try and stop me. My panties were brand new and already soaked, but I didn't give a fuck.

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. Hopefully it wouldn't take long to get a fuck.