Andrew planning an experiment

Now that his sexual urges were temporally sated, Andrew took a moment to analyze what just happened. He deduced that this infection was the main reason why so many people went missing and didn't show up to work this morning. Abi, Vanessa, Alex, and Andrew himself appeared to have retained most of their intellectual capability, in fact Andrew could feel his mind working even faster than before, unlike the infected patients who started this and some of the nurses that ended up becoming nothing more than brainless sluts. It also seems some of their personality traits were twisted by the virus, like Alex's competitiveness, Vanessa's commanding nature and Andrew's ambition. Andrew didn't know Abi very well, but she certainly wasn't neither confident nor dominating like she is now. Andrew wasn't sure if it was just a coincidence or if the virus somehow had picked these particular traits and corrupted them into a more hedonistic version that would make them more effective vectors to spread it.

While he was thinking about the effects of the virus, Andrew headed to the ER locker room. Sometime during the orgy he also lost his scrubs top and he couldn't just waltz upstairs naked, at least not yet. In the locker room, he saw his reflection in the mirror. The only thing that he could somewhat recognize now was his face, and even then, it now looked sharper and more handsome. He never found the time to exercise or go to a gym yet now he was at peak physical condition. Despite spending the last hour fucking girls one after another, he still could feel like he could easily run a marathon or fuck a dozen more girls. The last thing he observed was his cock, even when soft, it was already bigger than before and he could feel like it could grow hard again in just a second, ready to spread the virus.

Andrew picked a pair of extra-large hospital scrubs; they didn't hide the new toned muscles on his arms and even with the baggy bottoms, the shape of his cock going down his left leg could be discerned but at least they would make him look somewhat presentable.

Dressed and ready, Andrew headed to the patient's rooms on the third floor. He could feel that some of the nurses along the way were staring at him, but they probably were too surprised or smitten to try to talk to him. That was going to work in Andrew's favor since first he wanted to do a test run for his idea and didn't want to cause panic just yet.

"Excuse me, there is a procedure scheduled for the patient in room 320, could you help me carry some of the instruments from the supply room to the patient's room?" he asked one of the nurses.

"Yes, of course Doctor Hill" She eagerly answered and followed Andrew to the supply room without asking any questions, ignoring the jealous stares from the other nurses. The nurse looked like she was in her early thirties, had shoulder length, light brown hair and was wearing a pair of red scrubs that hid most of her figure.

"We almost didn't recognize you sir; you don't come upstairs very often, but last time I saw you, you weren't so...big..." The nurse tried to make small talk while they were both walking towards the supply room, her eyes slowly drifting from his chiseled arms down to his legs where she could see a large bulge. Involuntarily, she started thinking just how big Andrew was down there until they arrived to the supply room.