The water seemed to sizzle on Penny's skin as she ran soapy fingers over herself.
That was a mistake,
she thought.
How could it have seemed the right thing to do at the time, and now so blatantly stupid? It's like I'm drunk and sober at the same time.
The dissonance in her own motivations frightened her, but the fear slipped away with each passing second. The harder she tried to hold on to the conflicting thoughts, the faster they dissipated, the void filling with images of Miles's half erect cock drooping forward onto his shorts as she walked away from him. An hour before, she'd watched over her sister's shoulder as videos of men and women fucking like animals played on the screen. She could remember feeling panicked and trapped by the implications, but now it seemed a sterile and disconnected emotion, foreign among her own desires to be one of the people in those videos.
Penny twisted the knob to full cold and a shock ran through her as near freezing water hit her skin.
This is expected,
she reminded herself.
Early symptoms are stronger. Like feeling tipsy early in the night. Before you get drunk, you realize you're getting drunk. Now I'm not horny, but I know I'm getting horny. That is something I can control, at least.
"I can work with this." She planted her palms on the front of the shower and lowered her head underneath the stream of water. Numb and shaking, she turned off the water, listening to the drain gurgle as she composed herself.
We need a way off the mountain. No matter how much trouble it is, we're better off near civilization than not. If doctors come up with something to stall the symptoms, we should be near enough to get it. And otherwise...at least in town we'd have other partners.
The thought flashed into her head before she could stop it. She'd seen Luke being dragged across the grounds. The sight should have turned her stomach, but even then the virus had begun its work. She'd not seen her son, but a man nearly feral with sexual fervor. His body had changed. It looked sculpted from stone, yet seething with life and virility. She'd seen the fat dick and swollen balls between her son's legs, he simply thrashed around too much for Miles to preserve the younger man's dignity. Penny expected to feel horror or disgust, but instead it stirred something primal and unrelenting within her. Something strong enough to shove an image of her son towering over her, that magnificent cock bobbing over her face as she prostrated herself mouth agape and tongue lolled out.
Her legs shook as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
We may be too late. If I'm this far, how are those kids still sane. And Miles...
The silence in the rest of the cabin drew her attention. Penny yanked open the bathroom door and walked into the room where she'd left her husband. It didn't surprise her to find it empty, but the feeling that hit her first wasn't worry over where he'd gone and what he'd gone to do, but a feeling of loss that she'd have to search out her next fuck. At least, she knew where to go find one.
***
Joy's fingers did little to relieve the ache in her pussy. She'd spent the ride down to the admin cabin in a foul mood for a variety of reasons, first of which being that she'd apparently been damned to become a fat boobed slut by her friend. She held onto the anger as long as she could because she knew the alternative was even more unpleasant. They dressed her in some loose clothes for the ride, but it felt like wearing a suit of sandpaper. As soon as Miles finished reversing the office door's knob to lock her in, she stripped down to nothing, going as far as putting the clothes in the garbage can.
The admin cabin had a similar layout to the guest cabins, but instead of bedrooms it was a general office environment. Though clean and empty for the summer break, her current prison still had piles of papers and file folders sitting around. Joy tried reading through some of them as a way of distracting herself, but it was almost painful to concentrate on something so mundane. Her tits ached, and her pussy kept getting wet at random, stealing her attention until she appeased it in some fashion. She tried some of the markers, but they were too slender. A stapler seemed like a good possibility, but she didn't want to hurt herself in some freaky way, so she settled for her fingers. Legs propped up on the desk and leaning back in the cheap office chair, she played with herself until her tits leaked while she came.
Joy tasted her own milk, even though the older women warned her against it. They seemed to think that consuming more of the milk would make her condition worse.
How can this get any worse? I'm locked up in quarantine with the insatiable need to get myself off every ten minutes or I start to go crazy.
She didn't consider how her body had changed as something that could get worse. Her breasts hadn't grown much, but they were already fat in the first place. Her ass filled out a little, but nothing that troubled her. The only thing that really bothered her at all was the discomfort in her lower back. She attributed it to the sudden weight change, or the bizarre run she went on that morning.
Her ears perked up. She'd heard the noise again, a quiet shuffling outside of her door. Her wardens, peeking in through the cracks to watch her deal with her frustrations. She had no problem giving them a show. Leaning back a little further, her fingers spread her pussy lips, showing off the bright pink underneath as her free hand squeezed her full breast.
Hang on...something feels weird.
