A man in the city is struggling against himself

Darren Krom knew he was infected. Living in Othrys, there was no way he couldn't know it. He'd made peace with the fact that his old life had been overturned, that he had a king instead of a mayor or governor, that the young couple across the street from them had turned into literal fuckbunnies. Turned out, that was just the way things were now. And looking back, he was impressed it hadn't happened to him sooner. It'd been months since the establishment of the city and he finally made the mistake of letting down his guard when going out.

His home, the home that had been in the family for 60 years, was close enough to the border of the Pure district that he'd thought he would be safe. Certainly safer than his sister and her family would be across town where the demons had taken up residence. So he'd invited them to come live with him until they had a better option. His sister, Stephanie, her son and daughter, Matthew and Harper, along with Harper's girlfriend, Chelsea, had all moved in, along with Sadie, his own daughter, filling most of the typically empty rooms in the large house. But feeding so many people required more trips to the store than he was used to and the closest store in the Pure district was a fifteen minute drive. He went there for the big trips, but found himself stepping out to the little corner store just a few minutes away for the little things. But with an ever increasing number of sluts roaming around to tempt him, it seemed inevitable, right up to when the inevitable happened and he dumped a load on a brunette's face.

By the time he consciously considered what was happening again, he was standing outside his house in clothes that barely fit his more muscular and lean frame with a raging erection, just thinking of his family waiting inside. He didn't know what had brought him back home, if it was a desire to protect them or to damn them. Part of him was certainly okay with the latter, just so long as he got his dick in their holes, but a still rational part of him screamed that he shouldn't. That left him stuck with an **** need to cum in someone and an unflinching refusal to have that person be someone he cared about, until he spotted his neighbor.

Inez was a single woman a good bit younger than him, probably in her early 30s. She seemed to have a subtle hippie or punk thing going on, or she just liked to accessorize with lots of little bits of jewelry. Her short body was otherwise unremarkable, but for a man with no other options, the unassuming woman peeking through her window at him was good enough. He rapidly crossed the yard, intending to just knock but accidentally smashing it in instead. He just shrugged and stepped inside, immediately zeroing in on Inez.

"Darren, you...please, don't, I don't want to-"

"Sorry neighbor, but it's either you or someone I care about." His increased strength made pushing Inez to the floor easier done than said, along with tearing open the back of her jeans to expose her round ass. She actually had decently wide hips, Darren realized through the oppressive haze of lust that fogged up his head. He gave them a good squeeze before using them to pull her ass up to meet him so he could push his enhanced cock deep into Inez's pussy. If he had been paying attention, he would have heard her pleading and screaming reach a fever pitch and then slowly lose energy until it was quiet moaning.

As it was, he didn't care about anything other than the warm tightness of his neighbor's cunt massaging his invading dick. She wasn't overly tight, the rational part of him quietly thought being **** might have something to do with that, but the friction he was getting was good enough. A little extra ****, sending larger jiggles into her round ass, had him rapidly climbing up to his peak, until he came and spurted his thick load into her fluttering core. Had he cared about Inez, he might have seen her eyes glazed over and her mouth hanging open, the virus rapidly running its course inside her, but the only thing he noticed was a rapid tightening of her cunt, instantly incentivizing him to go right back to pounding her.

Every time he came, Inez changed a little more. Each time, it was enough to lure him back in to fuck her again, creating a vicious loop of increasingly frequent orgasms. He just kept rutting her, slowly rising out of the fucklust he'd felt since getting infected and regaining his awareness of things other than how good it felt to get his rocks off. Eventually, he became conscious enough to recognize that each cumshot was changing more about his neighbor than just how tight her cunt was. Her lips swelled a bit more with each one, tits leaping up in size. Her hair gradually went from dark blonde to silver, matching well with her pale grey eyes behind thick, smokey lashes.

Cumming one last time in Inez's overstuffed cunt, Darren finally felt more remorse than lust for what he had done to his neighbor and pulled out of her with a wet, lewd slurp. Her pussy did its best to keep him inside, as did his desire to keep fucking her, but he managed it. With a moment to clear his head, he quickly realized the extent of what he had done, especially as Inez pulled herself off the floor and turned to him.

"More cawk?" she said clumsily, drool dripping from her permanently parted lips. Her face was contoured with flawless, smooth skin. Enormous tits stretched out the fuzzy pink cutoff sweater her shirt had become, the fat undersides of them visible below the end of the hem. Darren felt a particular thrill of excitement at the empty look in her eyes, and he would have thought her innocent in another situation. As it was, her begging for his dick only made it ridiculously obvious he had turned her into a brainless bimbo whore without a thought in her head that wasn't penis, and he had to fight down the urge to do it again.

"Shit," he said, effectively to himself. Inez was there, of course, but she was very focused on trying to understand the complexities of taking off her shirt. Knowing the bimbo before him used to be an unassuming young woman was an incredible head rush and he felt revulsion at what he had done and the incredible urge to do it again warring in his head. The only thing that let his sane mind win out was the fact that there were no other normal women in the room to fuck into brainless sex objects. He made a quick escape from the house, just remembering to pull on his clothes before he stepped outside. From there, it was only a minute until he was in his own house and locking himself in his room, trying to think of what to do.

But before he could have a breakdown, a small hand pushed against the closing door, just barely keeping it from latching shut. Darren watched Chelsea, his niece's girlfriend, squeeze her way into the room and finish the job of shutting the door, locking it securely. She immediately turned to him and stood coquettishly, arms behind her back and pushing her chest out a bit, swaying in place just slightly.

"Hey Mr. Krom," she said, smiling widely.

"Ch-chelsea, what are you doing? You should...shouldn't be here, I'm-"

"Infected. I know, you were fatter before, less handsome and muscley. Plus I saw you fuck the neighbor into a moron and there's not too much that can do that."

"Then what are you doing?! I barely managed to stop myself from dicking Inez out of her mind. And then you come in here to do what? Tempt me into blasting you full of bimbo juice too?"

"Are you going to?" she asked, looking at him with wide eyes. He instantly became all too aware that she was a good bit shorter than him, not to mention young and slim, and would be easily overpowered. He could **** her down and take her like he had taken Inez, rutting her into a drooling mess. Before he could cave to those insidious thoughts, he **** them aside, if only barely.

"What are you saying? Did you come here because you want me to fuck you stupid? I thought you were gay? What about Harper?" He wasn't sure of anything anymore, except that his dick was hard and ready to go again. Chelsea seemed conflicted too.

"Of course I'm still gay. I love Harper. But seeing you push your neighbor down and fuck her..." the brunette shuddered with something approaching delight and anticipation. "I...couldn't stop thinking of what it would be like. If she was me. If you were fucking me. And then you came back here and I heard you...I was running in here before I knew it." Her voice gradually became more unsure, until it sounded more like she was pleading her sentences than stating them. "I don't...I don't want you to fuck me. I'm not offering. But I can't stop thinking what it would be like if you did." Chelsea was visibly trembling, her muscles quivering while her hands clenched the loose fabric of her shirt. Darren somehow knew she was waiting for his answer, for him to dismiss her. He knew he radiated an animal magnetism that this young woman was helpless to resist after watching him take another just like her. She was waiting for his decision, and while he was torn between sending her away and ruining her, there really was only one answer.

He quickly pulled her trembling body against his, reaching down to push her pants down. The moment she felt his cock pressing against her through their clothes and his hand beginning to rid her of them, the trembling stopped. Looking up at Darren, she could tell he'd made his decision for both of them and that immediately calmed the war inside her. She couldn't run or leave anymore, not until he'd finished with her, and there was a peaceful simplicity to that.

Seconds later, they were both naked and Darren was pushing Chelsea down onto her knees, the throbbing length of his dick sliding against her skin as she sank lower, until its twitching head was right in front of her mouth. Brown eyes stared up at him helplessly, but without any indication of rebellion or fear. She was just letting him do as he wished, whatever that might be.

"For Harper's sake, you're not going to get as much as Inez. I don't want to burn your brain so much you forget about her. But I want to feel that hot little mouth around my dick until you've got a tummy full of cum!" Chelsea nodded mutely at his words, slowly opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She grabbed his legs to help balance, creeping closer until his dick was being caressed by her warm breath.

She still wore an expression of pure acceptance and continued to until the length of his cock **** her to change her angle and she instead focused on sucking down as much of his delicious precum as she could. She struggled at first, but gradually got more of Darren's shaft down her throat until she was bobbing in earnest, more than unable to stop. In her head, she knew she was damning herself. Her body was already tingling and Darren's pleased groaning told her the end was coming. She didn't know what to do except continue or what to think, so she opted to think nothing at all. It was easier to push her worries away and just focus on making Darren cum.

He was getting close, very close. Seeing the young woman kneeling in front of him and clearly doing her best working his length was indescribably sexy. Her small tits, no more than a perky handful, bounced a little with each bob of her head. The tightness of her inexperienced throat, the occasional cough, and her unflinching, continued ministration despite that was incredible to see. It was the fluttering of the brunette's eyes that finally did it though, the dazed focus she worked with. It reminded him of Inez and what she had become, and he climaxed knowing the same thing was about to happen to Chelsea.

The virus inside him urged him to just focus on cumming, but he wrenched some small part of his attention away from that to watch Chelsea swallow his entire load. It started immediately, the roots of her hair lightening to the color of pale straw and quickly spreading down through the rest of it. Her tongue's skill rapidly and markedly improved, coaxing further globs of semen out of him. "You like that, don't you, slut? I thought you were a lesbian."

"I mm," she mumbled around his dick, working every drop out of him as his balls finally emptied.

"No, you're nothing but a cheating, bimbo bitch thirsty for jizz. And you know it." A visible tremble rushed through her, the blonde in her hair reaching the ends of it. Her body filled out a bit, enhancing her curves and changing her from cute to hot in seconds and Darren had the pleasure of watching the change reach her eyes and mind. The twin brown orbs staring up at him faded to cloudy grey, a bit duller than they had been a moment earlier, the girl behind them forever changed.

"What are you?" he asked, pushing her back.

"Hungry. I love your cum. Wanna take my pussy next?" His shaft jerked at the offer, but he once again restrained himself, remembering his promise.

"Told you I wasn't going to ruin you. Harper would be disappointed if I turned her girlfriend's brain to mush."

"She'd get over it. Or you could just cum her into a slut too. I wouldn't mind."

"What about her?" he asked, trying not to think about infecting his niece as well. Turning one woman in the house into an eager cum addict was enough. Right? He felt like that maybe wasn't right.

"What about her? She'd get over it and we'd have so much fun together getting blasted with your jizz. Just think of how hot it would be watching us lick your cum off each other and passing it back and forth." He did think about it and it was hot, but he also saw through Chelsea's attempts to get him hard again and moved away from her before she could grab his cock. "Noooo, gimme moooreeee..."

"No, I told you I'm not fucking you." He held firm, no matter how badly he wanted to utterly ruin her.

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"Go...masturbate in your room or something, I don't know." Darren was starting to get annoyed with her, but held out against the thoughts that she'd be a lot less vocal with his dick in her throat. Fortunately she didn't fight back any further, moping her way out the door with a shake of her ass that was clearly meant to entice. When he didn't jump her, she actually left and Darren finally fell back and relaxed.

He would have liked to say he felt remorse for what he'd done, both to Inez and Chelsea, but he honestly wasn't thinking about much. The occasional memory of Chelsea gagging herself on his dick surfaced irregularly, though often with Harper kneeling next to her girlfriend looking just as eager for his dick. He had to **** himself to think of something else, belatedly realizing he had been jacking off while he was zoned out. His balls already felt uncomfortably full and he was horrified that his first thought was to go unload them into someone. He continued to wrestle with that desire until a sharp yell distracted him enough that he pushed himself up and went to see what was wrong.

Once he reached the source, he was surprised he hadn't immediately guessed the reason. Chelsea was proving to be all too happy showing her enhanced self off to her girlfriend. She also seemed to be very interested in comparing their bodies. That was the only reason he could come up with for why the two young women were wrestling half nakedly, his niece trying desperately to push her newly blonde girlfriend off her. She eventually succeeded, but not before entirely losing her shirt.

"Oh, Mr. Krom, change your mind? Wanna give me another taste of those swimmers? Or is that boner for big-titty Harper?" Darren was confused for a second, then realized he hadn't put on any pants and was standing with his thick erection plainly in view. Chelsea didn't care, but Harper was obviously torn between trying to cover her decently large breasts and staring at her uncle with shock. Or was it desire? Fear?

Whatever it was, the sight of her staring at him with wide eyes and hands smooshing into her boobs only exacerbated his lust. Chelsea was fully naked and behind her Pure girlfriend, making her the only thing worth looking at in the room. And the longer he looked, the less Darren cared that Harper was related to him, his mind focusing on how good it'd feel to have his dick between those tits. Really, he just wanted to cum, was that so wrong? He didn't think so. And at the end of the day, as the man of the house, he got to make the decisions. Right now, he was deciding he needed to get off on Harper's chest.

She seemed to think the best way out of the situation was to pretend it wasn't happening; Harper knew there was nothing she could do to fight back. With Darren straddling her body and holding her in place, she just closed her eyes and let out little whines while he pressed her boobs together and fucked them. His hot dick on her chest and Chelsea's warm hands roaming over her all eked her unwillingly closer to actual pleasure, making her wonder just what she was missing, if only a little bit.

A little bit was all it took to get her to look down. She gasped at the seemingly enormous size of her uncle's shaft, the angry head flush and thick and so very close. That quiet gasp and puff of air against his head was all it took for Darren to cum again, the short fuse on his orgasm hardly a concern as his shaft pulsed and began shooting white cream. Harper caught the very first one on her parted lips and the taste instantly overwhelmed her, making her slowly relax and lay back with fluttering eyelids, the virus doing its work rapidly inside her without the slightest resistance.

Harper could have fought back, maybe, but it was...so good...the friction, the heat of jizz on her skin. The taste wormed its way into her head and she quickly realized nothing else compared, just like Chelsea had. All her worries were being brushed away, like a soothing breeze had gone through her head, except it was hot with lust instead of cool and left her tingling for more and her chest aching. She squirmed slightly from the discomfort and quickly found it more manageable when she massaged her sore breasts. She focused on that, feeling the already sizable mounds grow against her fingers. She didn't even realize she was unintentionally giving Darren a titjob until more semen splattered her skin, sliding down into her growing cleavage and inspiring another wave of expansion that felt even better than the last.

The blissful feelings eventually tapered off and Harper came back to herself, fighting through the fog of pleasure with difficulty. She heard lewd moaning and had to check herself to make sure it wasn't coming from her, relieved to find that it wasn't. She was glad she hadn't been reduced to a brainless slut, even though a part of her wondered if it wouldn't have been fun to end up like that. Just horny and dizzy for dick, eager to get her wet pussy pumped with cum. She caught herself licking her lips and quickly looked for the source of the moaning to distract herself, grabbing the purple top she had been wearing earlier and pulling it onto herself as she did.

Darren sat across the room and watched Harper rouse herself slowly, breathing a sigh of relief as she tried to clothe herself. If she'd been too far gone, he doubted she would have tried to appear decent. Of course, she only partially succeeded at that; the purple shirt was **** to stretch massively to hope to cover her hugely expanded chest, and even then it left a massive crevice of cleavage visible and her firm nipples pressing out against the cloth. That sight only served to worsen his headache and stress, so he looked away and pumped his fingers faster, the sudden increase in moaning somehow making thinking easier.

"Um...what are you doing to Chelsea?" Harper asked curiously. Darren groaned, but looked up at his hyper-endowed niece.

"She wouldn't shut up and I was trying to think. Just nagging me over and over."

"So you...decided to fingerfuck her?" The both looked at the blonde for a moment. She was on her hands and knees, moaning like a slut as Darren's fingers pumped in and out of her pussy from behind. Her open mouth and distant stare made it obvious how much she was enjoying it, but also how thoroughly the Contagion had affected her.

"Well, it got her to stop begging for my cum," Darren said factually, not paying Chelsea any more attention. Harper wasn't either. Despite her previous affirmation that she was solidly bisexual and dating the girl squealing in orgasm, the sight of her uncle's slick shaft was more fascinating and she wondered how much more jizz he had in his balls. She felt she could empathize with Chelsea's desires pretty well.

"What are we going to do? We're all infected now, Chel is a...whatever she is, my tits are huge, and you're..." Harper didn't finished the sentence, scared she'd accidentally call her built uncle sexy.

"I don't know, I can't fucking FOCUS. It's so damn hard to think, especially with this bitch screaming for my cock!" He abruptly pulled his hand out of Chelsea's gushing pussy and smacked her on the ass, making the blonde scream blissfully and collapse while cumming. Harper watched her girlfriend squirm and squeal while Darren held his head in his hands, clearly trying to ignore the noise to no effect. Eventually it stopped, but then Chelsea was right back at his feet, hand stroking his shaft as she looked at him with more desire.

"Damn, if just your fingers felt that good, I can't imagine how your dick would feel. How about you show me, sexy? Maybe your cum will make my titties grow more like it did to Harper. Or do you want my ass big and fuckable and bouncy and spankable and-"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" the stressed man finally yelled, **** for a little peace. His shout stunning the two girls in the room for a second: Harper's surprise lasted longer, but Chelsea barely paused.

"I like a dominant lover. Harper was never rough with me, but I bet you would. How do you want me, stud? I can bend over the couch, let you take me on the front lawn, maybe make out with my girlfriend while you pound me from behind. I can suck your dick again, I just want more of that cum, I can't get it out of my head, it tasted so good please let me have somemorei'lldoanythingpleasepleaseplease!"