Outbreak

Outbreak (Prologue)

"Is the subject responsive?", Claire said into her mic. The protective layer of her hazmat suit making even communication with her partner Sean mumbled at best.

"No, we're required to sedate them heavily when we get called in for one of these bigger ones" Sean responded, the ease of command betraying years of military service.

"They flew me in from another crisis center, little 4-inchers and the like. Where did you say they found her again?" Claire mused as she and Sean conducted the mental checklists of preparing to enter the QR chamber.

"Well, she was ...well she was buttfucking her fellow airline stewardesses before takeoff at Douglas International. Before you ask, yes, they're here too under observation. And they've been interviewed. Maniacs seem upset that they can't see our subject, keep crying about how good it tastes..." Sean trailed off grimly as he calculated the implications.

"We all know the hyperactive libido is a symptom. Her passport and ID said she was just 5'2", and you're telling me the recorded measurements are at 6'3" now? How long do we think she's been changing? We may be dealing with something new here." Claire posited, doing the final adjustments of her suit. They didn't make these things for a woman with a set of hips, she thought to herself.

"From the interviews with the coworkers she was her normal self as of last week, albeit from what I can gather she was probably exposed before then, most likely asymptomatic or really good at hiding the...new parts." Sean said wryly.

"This is something new then", Claire said as the pair entered the room. "Oh... my that... You weren't kidding." On a medical bed out of the mind of a mad scientist, their subject lay. And between its feminine features, sat the fattest cock Claire had ever seen.