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Author's note:
This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.
Additionally, this series will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the into, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Following comments that I have gotten previously; Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn't happen that way in real life, well, that's why it's a fantasy.
Thanks to my amazing editor ResqJack!
Topics: MFF, solo, oral, rimming
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The summer I turned eighteen the entire world changed. It started as rumors, first on the internet and then slowly starting to be covered in the news. Nobody really believed that it was the start of a full-blown pandemic, but soon enough we found out. The first wave was bad, and a lot of people died, but when the variants hit it was a different story.
It once again started as rumors, which the news and the government were quick to deny, but eventually, it got out. One of the variants that were particularly deadly, had an odd side effect on a small percentage of those who survived it. The variant, which everyone started calling X, killed about one in ten people who got it, and left about half with lingering issues. The rest seemed to weather it with no issues.
The really interesting part, which everyone tried to give, was that a small percentage of the survivors, maybe one in ten thousand, not only got better, but it also changed them. These special few became healthier and more resistant to sickness and disease. They also seemed to get fitter and start to look better, as if someone had turned a switch in their bodies, optimizing them, turning them into the best physical version of themselves. And then on top of that, some of them gained what could only be described as powers.
There were debates across the internet as to the truth of these so-called powers. Even among the believers, there was a debate if all the Evolved, which is what the lucky survivors were called, all had powers and some just hadn't discovered them yet or not. As far as I was concerned, it was all meaningless. That was, of course, until X hit my town.
My friends and I had all made big plans for post-graduation. There were parties, trips, and colleges to go to, but most of that died down pretty quickly once everyone realized the scope of the pandemic. There were still those that tried to have parties and travel, but most of them ended up getting sick. We went through a bunch of lockdowns, all going crazy quarantined with our families. They each ended and we were cautious about going out and seeing people, but we also needed to live. It was late into the second year of the pandemic, with no end in sight when X hit us. Nobody knows who brought it in, but it spread quickly through the town.
Within the first week, the local hospital was completely overwhelmed. By the second, people were dying in their homes. My family went into full quarantine as soon as we understood what was happening, but it was too late. My mother was the first to show signs, followed by me and my older sister. It seemed to pass by my father completely, which was a blessing, as he could care for the rest of us. Being sick sucked. I was weak, could barely breathe, and felt like I was going to die, which was made worse by the fact that I knew that it was a real possibility. However, after a couple of hard days, the symptoms started easing. By a week after I first started showing symptoms, I was back to normal. My mother and sister were not so lucky, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. They both seemed to pull through the worst of it, but they were weak and had trouble doing more than just getting out of bed in the morning.
As I recovered, I started reaching out to friends to see how they were doing. The news was depressing. If anything, our town was hit even harder than the statistics claimed. The government had sent help, but everyone was stretched thin at that point. By the time a month had passed, and the virus had burned itself out, a full fifteen percent of the town had died. The survivors were reeling, but there was also a kind of jubilation at the fact that we had survived.
For the next few weeks, we all stayed home at much as possible, venturing out only when absolutely necessary. I split my time between helping to take care of my mother and sister, who were still weak, and spending time playing online games with my friends who survived. It was an odd experience because there were a lot of our group who were missing, and we kept expecting them to join. Eventually, we decided that we needed an IRL meetup to see other actual humans and to mourn our lost friends.
It took another week to arrange a place outdoors where we could all be together but safe, and to arrange for food and drinks. It ended up growing to include a much wider range of people, including most of the survivors from our graduating class as well as the one above and below us. I picked up drinks the night before and had stored them overnight in the fridge before transferring them to coolers before heading out. When I got there, I grabbed one large cooler in each hand from my trunk and headed towards where I saw the tables being set up.
"Yo, Marty!" I called out, seeing my best friend.
"Liam?" he responded, surprised. "What the hell happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked as I set the coolers down on one of the tables.
"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" He paused for a moment. "Wait. Did you Evolve?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"
"I guess? I mean, I don't stare at myself in the mirror, but I do see myself most days. I think that I would notice something like that."
"I don't know what you are seeing, but most people look like me after getting sick, not like they have been working out nonstop for the last year and found and magical skin treatment. I didn't actually recognize you at first."
"Are you crazy? I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Look," he said, pulling out his phone. He took a quick picture and then showed it to me. "This is what you look like today."
"I know, I did shave this morning."
"This is what you looked like the last time we met up," he said, showing me another picture.
Looking at it, I saw myself. Slightly overweight, mainly from eating too much junk and sitting at my computer all day during quarantine. I did have a bit of acne and my face was not one that anyone would call handsome, but not ugly either. We had taken the picture of the two of us and Jason, the last of our trio, who hadn't made it through. He then flipped back to the picture he had just taken. Looking back at me was the face that I had seen in the mirror earlier in the day, but now I saw it in an entirely different light. There was not a trace of fat on my face at all. My jaw was chiseled, my eyes were piercing, and my skin was perfect. Beyond all of that, there was something else that had changed that somehow combined the entire effect together to make me look like a movie star version of myself.
"Now, do you see it? Also, there is no way that the old you would have been able to carry both of those coolers single-handedly, let alone both at the same time, and look like it was nothing. Congrats on winning the lottery!" He said with a smile, that I could tell was genuine, but also held a tinge of jealousy.
