Three cracking tones. A long high pitched tone. Silence. A computer generated voice said, “This is the Emergency Alert System. This is not a test. Repeat. This is not a test. A highly infectious pathogen has spread beyond control. On advice from the Center for Disease Control the President has issued a nationwide state of emergency. For your safety, do not leave your homes. Citizens should lock their doors. Citizens should barricade their doors. Avoid contact with anyone acting strangely. Consult local broadcasts for further information. This message will repeat.”

“How long has that been going?” John asked.

“A few hours now. Nothing else is coming through. On any stations.” Kevin replied. He clicked it off and leaned back in his chair. Light in the cabin was sparse, coming only from an old kerosene lamp sitting on the table beside him. The battery operated radio provided a small green glow from its dials, but even that faded into the gloom..

Through the window, John could see the others sitting around the campfire. They were all talking and laughing. Gillian had brought materials so everyone could make smores. “We have to tell them something. The world could be ending.” John had organized the trip. As the junior pastor at the church, he wanted to foster community among the young adults. To that end, he’d put together a week long trip into the mountains at a fairly isolated camp ground where everyone could get to know one another a little better. Kevin and Gillian were the two other class leaders, each in charge of the respective men and women Sunday school groups. They were a small church, but young. Turnout, with over twenty signing up, had thrilled the organizers.

They left right when things started to make the national news. The government downplayed everything as a bad case of the flu. Still, with some of the rumors and smaller governments responding with a much higher level of alarm, John debated canceling everything. When it was time to go, he couldn’t justify calling it off. Everyone remained eager for the trip, no cases of the infection had been reported in the entire state, and the President himself was on national television declaring everyone safe. John prayed about it extensively, and when the time came to load up the bus, he greeted everyone with his normal optimistic smile.

On the way, they sang praise hymns. John would have forgotten about the scare entirely, but he kept noticing odd things on the way. Supermarkets jammed packed. People loading up their cars with bottled water and canned goods. No matter what the President said, it seemed people expected something bad to happen. Of course, the world was full of doomsayers. John relied on his faith.

“I’m going up to the ranger station,” Kevin announced. “I don’t think we need to make a fuss about it, so I’ll slip out the back and take the long way up.”

John nodded, “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Maybe they have some more information. Or at least let us know when the power might come back. Be careful, the woods are dark. Think I should go with you?”

“No, you should get back out there. Everyone’s been a little wary since yesterday. Us disappearing into the woods with no explanation might cause a panic. It’s a fifteen minute walk there and back. No one will miss me.” Kevin noiselessly opened the cabin’s back door and slipped out into the night.

John started to head back out to the campfire, but remembered why he’d come to the cabin in the first place. He crossed over to his bunk and retrieved his bible from beneath the pillow. He held it against his chest and drummed his fingers along the spine as he watched Kevin disappear into the woods.

Yesterday, the electricity went out. Up until then, the week had been a fantastic escape from the worries of the world. They didn’t have to worry about outbreaks in the cities or the attempted mass exodus of population from the urban areas. But the cabins losing power was unnerving. Firstly, it made everyone aware of the wood’s eerily quiet. Secondly, it meant that contact with the outside world became extremely limited. All the attendees had volunteered their phones and devices at the beginning of the week so that they could better focus on building spiritual bonds. Still, they’d been allowed to check them each night before lights out in case of emergency or to call home. Once the power was out, the inadequate battery life of every phone became rapidly apparent. Other than the odd phone call, the phones hadn’t been much use anyway. The campsite was on the wrong side of the mountain for cell phone service. John had promised to keep everyone informed of what was happening with the virus. He used his own judgment as to what details to leave out.

It had been a popular topic for discussion throughout the week. As John returned to the campfire, he heard them talking about it once again. The fire had started to die down, and John realized that the circle was smaller. “Where is everyone?” he asked Gillian.

She turned her head to whisper into his ear, “Everyone else when on to bed. They were a little spooked, but I think they’ll be fine in the morning.”

Other than John and Gillian, four people remained around the fire. Ron, a twenty year old pre-med student, was giving an explanation of the way a virus spreads. The others were listening with rapt attention.

John cut him off, “Hey guys, maybe we could talk about something else for a while? I had some scriptures that I thought we could share.”

“What if it is a plague?” said Tiffany, a nineteen year old blonde girl. John didn’t know her very well as she was new to the congregation, but she had the hallmarks of a burgeoning intelligence weighed down by fear. “Not just like black plague or scarlet fever, but a legitimate plague from God.”

The others murmured as John answered, “Now, Tiffany, we all know that would not be the case. God of the Old Testament was wrathful, but God of the New Testament is merciful. He would not send this sickness into the world.”

Valerie, a twenty-four year old close friend of Gillian’s, spoke up. “But what about Revelation. The end of the world will see plague and war and death.”

Again, the circle started to murmur in agreement. John didn’t like to open this realm of conversation. It was too easy to contradict the teachings he had learned, but he looked around the fire and knew that the issue would persist. He asked God for guidance and then spoke, “First of all, people have been predicting the end of the world for two thousand years. It hasn’t happened yet, so we don’t have any reason to believe that it’s happening now. But, yes, Valerie. You’re right that Revelation tells us of an end of the world where blood runs from the taps and plagues return to the earth. But if we’re going to accept that, then we also have to accept that it happens in a particular order and isn’t particularly discreet about it.”

“Maybe we are wrong.” The words came from Adam. He’d been quiet all week. John assumed he was shy. The young man stared into the fire and did not glance up as everyone turned to look at him.

John furrowed his brow, “I’m sorry. What do you mean?”

Adam continued looking into the fire. “You keep trying to explain everything in the context of God. Or at least a God we can understand. But maybe this isn’t something we can explain. Maybe the answer to this situation is not in that book. Maybe this virus thing is a punishment or maybe it’s just evolution. I’ve seen it. Before we left, on youtube, I saw what this stuff does to a person. That isn’t God. At best, it’s the Devil.”

John was about to refute the young man’s statements, but their attention was drawn to the woods. The noise was of crunching leaves and snapping twigs, and it was getting louder. “Quickly, everyone, go to the cabin. ”

***

The six of them began to quickly gather their things. The noise stopped momentarily, but then it continued on. John knew it had changed direction and was now heading straight for them. “Gillian, go in the other cabin, lock the door behind you. And, barricade yourself in.”

Gillian’s eyes were full of panic, “John, what’s wrong? Why would we barricade the door?”

“Trust me. God will protect us. Everyone hurry.” He grabbed a pail of sand and dumped it on the coals. The others piled into his cabin and went over to the cots. John follow them in, shut the door behind him and turned the latch. He looked to the back of the cabin and said, “Ron, the back door. Make sure it’s locked and drag that trunk in front of it.”

Valerie grabbed his arm and whispered, “Tell us what’s happening! Why are we hiding?”

He shushed her as a figure bounded into the middle of the campground. With the fire out, the full moon bathed the small area in a soft blue light. John could see that it was a man, but that he was limping. The man staggered forward until he reached the log around the campfire. John winced as the man attempted to sit, but instead fell to the log. He pulled upright and sat rigidly for a minute before his entire body started to tremble violently.

“Who is that?” someone whispered behind him. John held up his hand for silence, but the man looked directly at the cabin the second someone spoke. He shook his head like he had water in his ears. John recognized him.

“It’s Kevin,” he whispered. The room sighed in relief, but John stayed glued to the window by the door. Most of the others went to sit down, but Valerie stayed beside him.

“What wrong with him? Why’s he shaking like that?” she asked. This brought the others back to the window, everyone except Adam. “Is he hurt? What if he got bit by a snake or something? John, open the door.”

Ron moved to pull open the lock, but John stopped him. “No, we can’t. Listen it’s wors-”

“Look!” Valerie said in a loud whisper.

They all turned back to look outside. Gillian had emerged from the other cabin. They could see the shadows of other people close the door behind her. They couldn’t hear, but she seemed to be talking to Kevin.

“No!” John hissed. “No, don’t go near him. The infection!” He wanted to shout or to warn her, but he was locked by fear. Somewhere, in the very back of his mind, he wanted her to distract Kevin, to lead the infected away. He stared out at the scene, torn with indecision.

Gillian stepped closer to Kevin. He didn’t look at her. His body went still. He sat straight-backed on the log staring into the darkness ahead of him. While they had originally wanted to go help, the others now watched with a transfixed horror, uncertain of what to think. Gillian bent down beside Kevin, her arms folded underneath her stomach. Her head tilted to try and get a better look at him. John could see that Kevin’s jeans had been torn, and his knee was exposed. Dark mud or blood coated his lower leg. Gillian reached out to him slowly, and put her hand on his knee, touching the exposed skin.

Gillian pulled back as if she had been shocked. She stared at her hand in confusion, then looked back to Kevin. In a sudden flurry of motion, she pulled him to her and they began to kiss. The human contact seemed to snap Kevin out of his trance, and his hands started to roam over the body of the girl who he’d so long had a crush on. Kevin surged forward, and they tumbled to the soft ground. Gillian spread her legs apart as Kevin sunk on top of her, kissing and fondling any bare flesh that he could reach.

“Oh, we shouldn’t watch this,” said Tiffany, turning away from the scene.

“Why would they start acting like that?” Ron asked, not looking away. Kevin had his hands underneath Gillian’s shirt. It was difficult to see in the moonlight, but Gillian seemed to be trying to unfasten Kevin’s jeans. “They know we’re all watching?”

Adam spoke again, softly and eerily from the back of the room, his voice slightly trembling. “This is how it starts. I told you. I’ve seen this. We’re not safe here. We should run.”

John didn’t know what to think. Kevin had confessed to him that he had feelings for Gillian. But he didn’t mention this. John went to Adam, “What do you mean? Tell me what happens.”

Adam trembled slightly. He looked over at John, fear in his eyes. “They’re infected. It turns you into…a slut. If it has Gillian, then she’s going to be the Whore of Babylon in a few minutes. I don’t know what happens to men. Once she’s done with Kevin, she’ll want more. She knows where we are. If we run, if we leave now, maybe she’ll go after the other cabin first.”

“That’s insane, Adam. What you saw on youtube was clearly some horrible joke. Maybe this sickness causes them to act a little impulsive, but I’ve known Gillian for years. She’s a good Christian girl and would never desanctify herself.” As he spoke, Adam’s face twisted into a maddened grin. “If you believe what you’re saying and you saw this before you came on the trip, why are you here?”

Adam laughed. “Because I’m an idiot too. I thought the mountain would be safer. The sites all said to go to the desert, but I thought maybe the mountain. Maybe they wouldn’t want to climb up the mountain.”

“John!” Ron rasped across the room as he waved. “Something else is happening!”

John returned to watch the spectacle alongside the others. Peering through the window, he saw Gillian straddling Kevin. She had taken on the same strange posture Kevin had earlier, rigid and still. Her neck snapped back to turn her face to the sky. After a few moments, Gillian’s head began to lower and she stared forward with bright green eyes. In a quick motion, she tore open her shirt. Kevin’s maddened hands pawed at her bra desperately. The moonlight grew brighter as clouds moved on. John could see Gillian’s bare skin and Kevin’s hands groping her breasts and body. His cock stirred in his pants, and shame washed over him.

—

A glimmering sheen of sweat covered Gillian’s breasts. She clawed at her bra clasp, but it was too tight to unfasten. Her breasts swelled painfully against the fabric. Kevin’s cock was about to break as it strained against his jeans. She wanted him inside of her, wanted to milk his cock with her pussy. The thought came strangely to her, but she reveled in it. Finally she managed to get a grip on the wire frame of her bra and pulled. Her growing breasts spilled into the view of all her spectators, and she could sense the other males around her in the cabins. She needed a new sister first.

Gillian looked down at Kevin. The poor boy was covered in sweat as his body struggled in vain to fight off the infection. Gillian knew innately that the incubation period was longer for males, but she wanted to take advantage of it as long as she could. Her rear swelled into a round, bouncy ass, and she could feel her pussy soaking her stretched panties. In another show of primal strength, she ripped off her pants and underwear in one stroke. The cool mountain air provided some relief to the burning sensation all over her body.

She stood in order to remove the rest of her tattered clothes. Kevin seized the moment to pry open his jeans and release his cock. The small member strained upwards in the night air. The little sanity left in him cried out in objection. A salient thought broke through, “I’m still a virgin.” He muttered the phrase unsure of what it meant. Gillian shushed him.

Squatting over him, she positioned her burning snatch above his cock. Her green eyes peered over to the cabin where she knew the man named John would be watching. She wondered whether the young pastor had ever seen a woman’s bare pussy before as she impaled herself on Kevin’s wriggling cock. The young man moaned with pleasure. He grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her down onto his cock fully. Gillian wasted no time with him. The feeling of the first cock to stretch her virgin pussy was divine, but a dozen other cocks waited. Hunching over Kevin’s prone form, she started rocking her hips in earnest. Kevin managed to raise his head up and latch on to one of her nipples. His free hand grasped her other breast, and he groaned at the feeling of soft tit flesh.

In only a few minutes, Kevin’s cock start to pulse erratically. Her body shook with pleasure, but she knew more was to come. As Kevin started to erupt inside of her, her body locked in orgasm. The young man let her tit slip out of his mouth as her gripped her hips to hold her in place. He bucked wildly into her as he shot jizz into her wanton slit. More and more cum gushed from his cock until it started to slide out around his shaft.

As Gillian regained her senses, she looked down at the form underneath her. Kevin’s masculine features had softened. She raised up his shirt and found that his chest hair had fallen away. Two small lumps of new flesh were rising from his chest. His cock shriveled inside of her, and she knew she wouldn’t get to fuck him any more.

Raising her head, her green eyes flashed at the cabin where John watched.

***

John watched his former friends copulate like wild animals in a trance. Everyone in the cabin seemed stunned by the proceedings and unable to turn away from the abominable act. As the naked Gillian turned her attention to them, fear overrode their confusion. The Gillian creature stood up, now almost a foot taller than before with a massive pair tits jutting out from her chest and bright green eyes, but that shocked John less than the other creature which rose up beside her.

The person who had been Kevin, a friend of many years and a righteous follower of God, stood up beside Gillian. His shaggy brown hair had lengthened and turned into the color of silvery moonlight. Kevin’s clothes fell into a tattered pile at the creature’s feet as a new harlot stepped forward beside her creator. The new Kevin’s breasts weren’t as large as Gillian’s, but they were rapidly catching up. Beneath the burgeoning tits was a flat tummy leading down to a hairless pussy and thick thighs rounding out in a bubble butt. A second pair of green eyes now peered at the dark cabin. Gillian nodded at the cabin behind them and the other harlot turned her attention to it. At once the two demons started a slow walk to their next conquests.

“Block the door,” John yelled. He ran over to grab a cupboard and started dragging it to the door. “Ron! Ron help us!”

Ron was still rooted in place, staring out of the window at Gillian. John didn’t understand until he looked down at Ron’s midsection. The young man had his hands in his pants and was furiously masturbating to the spectacle outside. “Girls, here move this, let me handle Ron. Adam check the back door we may have to make a run for it.”

With a loud creak, the two girls managed to drag the heavy piece of furniture to block the door. John went over to Ron and gave him a hard slap, “Get a hold of yourself.” The shock seemed to break the trance, and Ron nodded, taking his hand out of his pants. John saw the bulge remaining in Ron’s pants. The sight made John realize that his own cock was also straining to be freed. “It’s some kind of chemical in the air,” he said to Ron. “Pheromones? Right, those are a thing, right?”

Ron struggled to think, “Yeah, yes. Some animals, insects especially leave chemical trails to attract mates.”

John nodded, “Good. But we’re not animals. We’re humans, and we won’t be controlled by our bodies. Right everyone? We just have to wait for help. They can’t get in. We’re going to be fine.”

“How many are in the other cabin?” Adam asked quietly.

Valerie looked at him warily, “Fourteen or so, why?”

Adam smiled sadly, “They’re going to get in. Maybe our cabin, maybe the other one. Even if we hold out, the other cabin can be overrun, and we’ll have two dozen of those things coming after us. May as well open the door now. Or we can duck out the back, if we all split up some of us may have a chance.”

John could feel the panic spreading. “No! Kevin clearly got infected somewhere in the woods. You have no idea how many more are out there. Besides where would you go?”

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.

—

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.

—

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.

—

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.

THE END