Brad slipped back into the crowded hall. He looked around at the other medical staff in biosuits. Mingled with them were a few of the women who worked at the lounge. As he stood there he examined each woman. He couldn't be sure who was a normal human or, whatever Tara became. The establishment, being what it was, made things even more complicated. The Red Lounge in particular prided itself in obtaining the best freelance talent Zenith could provide. In a city of pornstars, strippers and prostitutes, the new type of woman could hide easily. He took one of the white suits aside.
"Listen," Brad whispered. "Whatever is happening here goes beyond the capabilities of Zenith Health District. We need to get the rest of the team out of here and quarantine this place entirely. I need you to get everyone to the truck as soon as possible. Guard the door. If I'm not out within the next half hour, close the seal and get out of here."
The man in the suit nodded without saying a word. Brad rushed down the hall back to Jane's room. He opened the door, went inside and grabbed Jane by the wrist. He pulled her off the bed and toward the door. She wrestled her arm away.
"What's going on?" Jane asked, wrapping her hand around her freed wrist..
"I'm getting you out of here," Brad said. "It is way too dangerous here."
Jane sat back down on the bed.
"I think you should leave me here," the blonde replied. "It's too risky to help a stranger like me. Get whatever is left of your crew and save yourselves. These women are voracious monsters. They will rip your men to shreds and any women in your group will be turned. It'll be better if you leave this place on your own. Lock this place down and let nature take its course."
"I can't," Brad explained. "You seem to know a lot more about what's going on here. The medical district could use all the information they can get and this is no regular STD outbreak. Something's going on here that Central Command isn't telling us. The longer we stay here, the more we risk our lives. I'm not losing whatever valuable information you may have."
Brad stood up and helped Jane to her feet. As soon as Brad opened the door three women blocked their exit from outside. A tall, tan brunette with enormous breasts and two equally busty twin blondes three fourths the tan one's size. All three of them were completely naked. They had big toothy grins on their faces. The women narrowed their eyes like ravenous big cats ready to pounce on their prey. The two shorter women stepped in keeping to the sides of Brad and his companion. The taller woman stepped in the middle. None of them took their eyes off their prey.
"Where do you think you're going?" The tan woman asked. The other two women licked their lips as the first one spoke. "We were about to have
lunch
. Since you and your crew scared all of our food away, we thought we'd give you a try."
Brad stepped back, putting his arms out to block them from Jane. Jane looked at the three women without saying a word. The twins and the brunette spread out. They encircled Jane and her would-be rescuer. Each girl gave the lounge manager a little glance. The girls crouched, ready to pounce but Brad charged through the trio dragging Jane along. He barreled through the three women into the hallway. Brad expected to have to charge through crowds but it seemed most of the people gathered there were gone. Without stopping he pulled Jane along as they continued down the hall. When they reached the lobby they found out why the halls were empty.
Women of all kinds filled the lobby. Like hungry animals the women surrounded Brad's crew, taking their helmets off and prying them out of their plastic, white biosuits. Then, the men were pinned down on tables, chairs, floors and stages and ravaged. Any female members of the medical team were immediately turned along with any of the unturned strippers. Sounds of squelching sex, moans and grunts filled the room as skin tore off bodies falling like discarded peels to the floor. Once the turned women were finished with their transformations they went over to the masses of naked people and either latched onto an unattached man or placed their faces into an available naked crotch. The women attacked the members of each man with such force Brad could hear them slapping against each other. The more experienced women went a bit slower with their prey revelling in their pleasurable torture. Any erect penis would immediately be attacked by a vagina or enter into a mouth. The male victims couldn't help it. They moaned and thrusted up into their captor's pink maws.
"We have to get out of here," Jane whispered. "There's a back entrance down the hall."
Brad and Jane slipped past the copulating groups of people. The women that were gathered around Tara's room earlier had already left. Some were out in the lobby joining in on the mess of people. Others, he assumed, went to their rooms. His suspicions were affirmed when he heard a male voice scream out in the midst of unearthly growling and screeching. He and Jane continued to the exit door. Just as they were about to open it, Brad heard something coming from the last room. A male voice. Different from the rest. It seemed to be gurgling in agony. Brad turned around following the sound. Jane took his wrist.
"Come on. We have to go," the blonde whispered. "They will come looking for us."
"Shhh," Brad shushed.
The leader of the white suits crept over to the door where he heard the noise. As slowly and carefully as he could, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. To his shock and horror he saw that the room was filled with men. Each of them lay motionless on the floor around a giant, king sized bed. Some were on their backs. Others were in as close to fetal positions as they could manage. The stomachs of each man had distended into gigantic, human-sized bulges. The bulges undulated and moved with much energy. They seemed pregnant and ready to burst.
On top of the bed, with the covers removed Brad could see three more men. All except for one had his eyes open. His face was full of pain and anguish. He squirmed and moved around over the other two bodies. Beads of cold sweat ran down his face soaking the pillow his head rested on. It looked like the man was trying to get comfortable but was in so much pain he couldn't. He opened his mouth. White blobs of a mucus-like substance poured out of him as he gurgled once again, struggling to breathe.
Brad watched as the man's stomach bulged and pushed outward. It seemed much bigger than the others. The flesh stretched outward as what appeared to be a hand pressed against the inside of the man's stomach. It went down after a while. Then another pushed up and out. Whatever it was continued to push out creating strange peaks and waves in the man's stomach. Then Brad could see what looked like a face. After the face sunk back in, one of the hands pushed up again. This time the fingers closed around the stretched area of skin. The peaks caused by the fingertips sharpened upward until the flesh sliced open from the inside. The man tensed as whatever was inside pushed out of the opening. More white mucus flowed out of the man's body. One last gurgling scream came from the man until he collapsed on the bed lifeless.
Long, feminine fingers emerged from the hole in the center of the man's torso. They stretched the hole in the skin open until it was big enough for a fully adult human to fit. Brad could see hair. Blonde. Slicked with the strange white slime and sticking to slender, white shoulders and an hourglass torso. A woman lifted herself from the corpse on the bed. Sliding with ease from the hole in the flesh. He could see strong, shapely legs contouring upward into two round, tight buttocks. Despite being covered in the strange white goop, the woman looked amazing. This strange creature looked around the room giving Brad a better view of her face. Piercing green eyes, red lips and a small nose. Her slicked hair covered glorious, plump globes of flesh prominently displayed on her chest. She took a few first deep breaths. Her breasts heaved upward and then lowered with the slight expansion of her chest. Everything about her body was perfect. Whatever she was exuded sexiness and sensuality. If this was in any way a normal situation Brad would have been completely into her. He had to remind himself that this woman emerged from a living human being and that the other men all were afflicted with similar conditions.
"Come on," Jane whispered. "We really need to get out of here."
The woman on the bed glanced over to the door. Like an animal tracking her prey, she sniffed the air. She smiled, licking her lips. Then, with enormous agility, she leapt off the bed, landing near the door. Brad slammed the door shut and held it in place. Sounds of other men and tearing flesh came from behind the door. There were strange, horrible screeching and unearthly moans and growls as the woman creatures that emerged from the bodies of the men tried to pry the door from his hands. Finally Brad let go. The force of the women on the other side caused the door to fly open and slam into the wall. The women behind the door fell back. Brad and Jane ran to the back exit, flinging the door open. They rushed out to the porch in the alleyway and slammed the exit door shut.
"What the fucking hell was that?" Brad yelled.
"I think Stacy's been busy," Jane said.
"What?"
"The women who are turned. They have other ways of reproducing themselves. They can implant some kind of parasitic larva into their victims' bodies. They grow into full fledged women within a day or so."
"There were like twenty guys in that room! Are you telling me one woman did all that?"
