All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved.
Note: This chapter has no sex. The next two more than make up for this.
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Chapter 3
Jim's room was directly across from Jen et al. Hoping not to tip off any of the girls about where his room was, he waited at the end of the hall for a few minutes, then crept back and was about to open his door when he saw Nicole, now fully clothed again, waving to him urgently from the opposite end of the hall by the pool room. Shit. He walked toward her.
"Jim, we need to talk," she whispered.
"Ok," he said in a cautious tone, keeping his distance.
"I'm not on the pill."
"Oh. Shit."
"And my period ended a week ago. That's about the worst possible timing."
"Damn. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just drive me to a pharmacy."
"Sure, no problem. I'm glad I can do something to help. Will you let me pay?"
"Ok if my insurance doesn't cover it. But I think they will."
He stopped back in his room to change out of his swimsuit, then led her to the company van and they drove off. He took her to the one pharmacy he knew of in the area. The same tall, thin, gorgeous pharmacist he had sneezed on earlier that day was still there. He winced when he recognized her. He was half expecting her to leap over the counter and start ripping his clothes off. He braced himself for impact.
"Can I help you?" She was behaving normally, thank god. Maybe it didn't have anything to do with the sneezing, after all. While she entered Nicole's insurance information into the computer, Jim watched her intently for any sign of arousal or other odd behavior. She was cool as a cucumber. She looked up once and noticed him staring intensely at her, and said "I'll be with you in a minute, sir."
"Ah-CHOO!" he responded. "Sorry," he added when she looked pointedly at him. That Sudafed really seemed to have stopped working.
She turned her cool gaze back to Nicole. "Since this isn't an HMO we usually deal with, it might take a few minutes for the insurance verification to go through. Please have a seat."
Jim followed Nicole to the chairs facing the pharmacy counter and sat with her. Embarrassed by his again uncovered sneeze on the same stranger for the second time in one day, he avoided looking at her, instead acting as if the labels on the products on a nearby shelf were the most fascinating reading material in the world.
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The Mary-probe had been busy. It had discovered something amazing inside of Mary and had devoted nearly all of its resources to studying it. It had been able to grow far more than the other probes because Mary had had a sizable tumor in her left breast. However, when the original host came into view there still hadn't been time to establish sneezing capacity in Mary's nose, because the contents of her uterus had been a higher priority. The virus could hardly believe it at first, but it was now clear that Mary was growing and feeding a tiny new host inside her own body. And it was clearly a copy of Mary, although with a disturbingly high mutation rate. Mary was replicating herself, all by herself! These hosts didn't need to take over another organism to produce copies of themselves. They could do it all within their own bodies! It was a fantastic discovery, and the Mary-probe urgently wanted to communicate it to the original host. Although the Mary-probe knew that Jim didn't have a uterus, it might be possible that he could grow one.
When Jim finally came into view, the Mary-probe was not yet ready to cause a sneeze. It started trying as hard as it could to get ready, but based on the experience of the day it knew that the people who came to the desk only rarely would remain in view long enough. The probe was relieved when Jim sneezed, sending new information about an easier way to establish contact. It told how to stimulate sexual desire in the host while suppressing fear, which would result in making Mary establish contact with Jim.
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Behind the counter, Mary was squirming. Every time she looked at that man, she got more and more turned on. It was getting unbearable. She had never felt anything remotely like this. All of her life, her sex drive had been virtually non-existent. This was a major reason she was still single at 33. But despite her disdain for sex, her biological clock had begun to seriously tick a few years ago. Luckily, modern science made sex unnecessary even for that problem, and she felt very confident that she could be a great single parent to the child she would bear in 8 months. These feelings were completely foreign to her. And it made no sense at all! Why now? Why him? He wasn't even remotely handsome, but looking at him made her whole body quiver with need. Despite the strangeness of it all she felt no fear. Maybe he was a sign, a cure, an angel sent to her to make her a whole woman, a sexual being like everyone else. She had to find out.
Nicole nudged Jim and gestured toward the desk. The pharmacist was staring at him with utter lust. Shit! He felt sick. He wanted to hide. He got up and walked quickly to the men's room. He splashed water on his face and gripped the sink for a minute or two, staring into the mirror. What the hell was happening to him? He didn't look any different. Why were women suddenly throwing themselves at him? And why now, instead of when he was in college and single?
He heard a key unlocking the bathroom door. In the mirror he watched the pharmacist step in, close the door, and lock it behind her. Her hungry eyes locked onto his in the mirror. They both held still for a moment.
"I can't imagine why I'm doing this," she said as she started to hike up her skirt. "Normally you wouldn't have a chance with me. I guess today is your lucky day."
Jim turned around, intending to walk past her and out of the bathroom, but he was stopped by a sudden paralyzing wave of lust. She was sliding her panties off. She stepped out of them and towards Jim. As she approached, another big wave froze him in place, preventing the sudden dodge and rush for the door that he had planned. It was too late. She was all over him, and his body was responding. Her right knee rubbed up along the outside of his left thigh as she ground her pelvis against his hip. Her lips were all over his neck and face, and her hands were rubbing his sudden erection through his jeans, then unzipping his fly and fishing him out. She lifted her long, shapely leg even higher and put her foot on the sink, while pulling his dick toward her exposed pussy. He somehow managed to resist her effort to turn his body. She whimpered and took his left hand in her right, guiding it to her soaking wet pussy.
"Put it in me now! I need you inside me!" she moaned into his ear, and then cut off any reply with a passionate kiss.
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Contact at last! The virus was thrilled to discover that at least one of its probes had grown to a comparable size to Jim's viral network. Their combined intelligence was stunningly powerful. They almost instantly exchanged their new information. It was soon clear there was no need to waste any of Jim's precious replication fluid. This host's uterus was occupied and not currently capable of taking on a new Jim. Had Jim somehow sensed this? That would explain why he seemed to be resisting her. But then why was she trying to insert him? It didn't make sense that he would know and she wouldn't. So if he didn't know, why was he resisting replication? It wasn't fear, that feeling the Jen-probe had already learned to suppress. But there was another feeling, much more complex but easy to identify at the moment because it was causing similar resistance in Jim's brain. It could not be suppressed easily, if at all. It was connected to too many different things in Jim's brain. Whatever that feeling was, it was vital. Suppressing it would destroy his essence.
Back to the question of Mary -- is she really unaware she's carrying another mini-host? No. She KNOWS. She knows right down to the core of her being. Even this powerful combined viral network still couldn't begin to understand higher brain functions, but this was a primal thing. So then Mary's apparent desire to mate was merely a response to the motivational chemicals the virus had released. Despite their huge size and physical complexity, these hosts really were simple minded. Just releasing a chemical made them want to go through the motions of replicating even if their whole body knew it could serve no possible function. Amazing.
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Jim broke the kiss and groaned. It would be so easy. Looking down, he could see her exposed pussy 6 inches away from his dick. All he had to do was turn slightly and he would be inside this stranger. Fucking a second incredibly hot stranger for the second time in one night! No, one hour! The thought was so sexy. It made him feel like such a stud. But that idea snapped him back to reality. He was most definitely not a stud. Something was seriously wrong with this situation. And anyway, just because he had cheated on his wife once tonight didn't make it OK to do it again.
He seemed to have finally mastered the paralyzing waves of arousal. In fact, he had somehow managed to avoid having one since they started kissing. He was relieved -- maybe now he would be able to control himself. Maybe it was just something he had had to get used to. In a sudden movement, Jim disengaged himself from the pharmacist and lurched out the door, leaving her panting and hanging on to the sink.
