Chapter #5An accident in a 'Femme Flu' lab... by: Mr. George   Despite the risks, the rewards and incentives for scientific research for a cure, or a treatment, or anything to mitigate the effect of Femme Flu were high.
James Tanaka, with mixed parentage. His father was Japanese, and his mother American. Feeling the needle penetrate his latex gloves, and skin. Quickly withdrew the needle. However, the icy chill that spread through his hand and up his arm told him it was already too late. His rationale mind recalling the various subjects reporting this was how direct infection felt.
The virus already spreading through his body, multiplying ... contaminating his whole being. His skin prickled, objecting to the rough clothes he was wearing. He knew this was also a symptom of those short hairs falling out, as they were replaced by smoother, more feminine skin. Pulse quickening, the alarm already sounding ensured he was trapped in the lab. The protocols designed for the airborne variety.
With a whole body shudder, James felt an icy nausea settle in the pit of his stomach. The very idea of clothes made his skin crawl. A visceral reaction he couldn't fight, or rationalise away. It was an obscenity to wear anything. His skin breaking out from the briefest contact, and the idea of wearing anything that wasn't tailored to be as brief and revealing as possible.
Ripping off his pants, the sight of his.... well, her new sex should've been more surprising. But it wasn't. The lush full thighs, the gorgeously thick and round ass was a delight that made her giggle on the verge of hysteria.
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James Tanaka no more...
Any hope of a modest Japanese physique was erased as her bust surged forth, gaining heft as it swelled relentlessly larger and larger. Topped by nips that were so sensitive they felt positively alien. They too grew and grew, ripening into obscene peaks. The beads of pale milk quivering there, a reminder of the strain that James had been working on. She was one busty, and milky beauty.
The wave of lusty heat destroying any intellect that remained, as pouted and giggled. Her tiny hands struggling with the weight and awkward mobility of the girls, as she tried to drink her own milk, direct from those leaky nips.
It was a frustrating experience, as jets of milk fired at her face, her gaping mouth always seeming to escape the blasts, as her fingers squeezed to tight and suddenly provoking gasps, moans, and mewls as she fought to enjoy the whole experience.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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