"Noooooo!" Grace moaned alone in her small apartment. Somehow, someway, Shadowtech managed to nip her with the virus. Grace huffed and puffed in response to the feeling of pure pleasure and pain she was in. When she was one of Shadowtech's goons, she read up on everything the virus did to someone,
It was a combination of mind, and body, change. Infected had been known to turn into bimbos wanting to hump everything they saw; aggressive stalkers looking for a new victim;cows that couldn't even raise a fist in response to danger; and a few more that Grace couldn't think of at the moment. She tumbled off her bed and squeezed her fists to combat the feeling that coursed through her. A little bit of drool fell from her lips onto the floor,her tongue flapped out of her mouth. One thought came to her mind while she released moans of pleasure. She read that the infected could retain their intelligence , without them wanting to infect others. Still, Grace knew that if that were the case, she would still probably be sold off.
When the virus raged through the land, Shadowtech came in to stop its effects. The business was fortunate enough that it accomplished that goal and made a deal with the more intelligent expanded. The two groups made a deal, which resulted in the infected going to a island habitation to live off the rest of their days. Unfortunate, however, were the infected that were too far gone to receive that message or couldn't make it in time. Those ones were used as living investment, being sold as slaves, pets, or perverted helpers. Not sex slaves, surprisingly, most likely do to the fact the virus would most likely infect the idiot who thought that was a good idea. And Grace knew that those options would soon be her fate after the virus made its way through her.
A stronger feeling of pleasure coursed its way through her, which alerted Grace back to the present. Somewhere in her body, a horrible---and exhilarating---touch of pressure built up in her. Grace's eye widened as she felt this, it meant the change in the body had begun.
What the hell will I get? Will I get an ass the size of a car? Muscles that could crush steel? Lips that would make even a fish laugh in humor? Oh god, please don't make me a blueberry!Grace's thoughts wormed their way through her psyche. She moaned even louder as the pressure built and released!
Instead of going away, it felt like it flowed through her, Grace wondered what would happen next, but that event started to make itself known. Grace nipples stood up and she gasped as she saw her once modest bust grow.
Grace grabbed onto her breasts, feeling as she gained more of it. She cried out in shock, before those turned into cries of pleasure. Her breasts made their way towards soccerball size. all the while poor Grace's mind warped and gained new ideas.
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