Dan Claims Angela

Deep down, Daniel had always been mildly curious about what it would feel like to be a woman. He remembered sharing this information exactly once with a college buddy while they were drinking, but he remembered the friend, Joe, being so blackout drunk that night that the guy seemed to lose an argument with a tree.

Daniel also knew that, if he were ever going to be in a relationship with a woman again, she would probably catch SAV-2-T eventually. He had realized this weeks ago. He had come to terms with the idea that, going forward, it looked like heterosexual men would look like women with purple eyes for at least a generation or two. All things considered, he could live with this since SAV-2 and its new variant had not killed as many people as COVID-19.

What Dan did not know was that SAV-2-T was killing off a large enough percentage of the remaining heterosexual, fertile male population that there would, eventually, only be around 417 million fertile males left. This meant that, barring accidents, murders, suicides, and other “unnatural” deaths, there were roughly ten women for every remaining heterosexual, fertile male on the planet.

Daniel Mitchell might eventually have a harem.

Aside from the occasional adolescent fantasy in high school, the thought of having a harem of his own had never occurred to him until now.

The thought intrigued him, so he asked, “Everything that I’ve read said that you will be willingly submissive to me in every way that doesn’t cause you harm. You will want to obey me. Yes, as the only woman that I will ever be able to ‘claim’ with my penis, you will have control over any other woman that joins us. You would be second only to me.” He looked the auburn-haired woman in her dark blue eyes. “Why would you choose me?”

Angela coyly bit her lower lip. She softly said, “I’ve had a crush on you since we first started working together, but you were married to Collette. Your kindness and sense of humor made me want to spend time with you. After your divorce, you didn’t seem interested in dating.”

He gave her a shocked look. “Ang,” he replied, using her favorite nickname, “you were one of my best friends on the faculty. I never asked you out because I just assumed that a woman who looked like a hot, middle-aged aerobics instructor despite being one of the smartest people I know would never find a guy like me attractive. I had a total middle-aged dad bod.”

She gave him a look that screamed just how dumb she thought that belief was. “Don’t you know that a lot of women find ‘dad bods’ sexy? A body like that makes a lot of women feel like the man prioritizes his family over time spent at the gym. That is a quality that many of us always found sexy.” She ran her hands over his now fit, but not ripped chest. “If I have to be someone’s property, let me be the property of that sweet man who always remembered my birthday when the guys that I dated didn’t even know the right month. I want the guy who could quote a George Carlin rant to make me laugh when I was down.” She hugged him tight. “I want you, you idiot!”

‘Oh, what the hell!’ Dan thought and kissed Angela back. He scooped the petite, five-foot-tall woman, built like a college volleyball player, into his arms and carried her up to his master bedroom on the second floor.

He tossed her onto his queen-sized bed and began stripping. On the bed, Angela frantically tore off her yoga pants and panties. Dan was astonished that she also managed to get out of her tanktop and bra before he could get out of his jeans, t-shirt, and boxer briefs.

“Fuck me!” Angela practically snarled from the bed. “No foreplay! I want it hard. I want it fast. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t cum in me soon!”

Dan scrambled into the bed.

He did not know it, but kissing her had introduced the SAV-2-T virus into his system, and it was already getting to work. It was only waiting for him to have an orgasm to trigger the changes.

Dan’s thick 8” dick was so hard that it hurt a little, so he climbed between Angela’s spread legs. He slammed his shaft into her soaking wet hole. She screamed in joy as he bottomed out in her. It was not the feeling of his cock that made her happy. Rather, it was the knowledge that she would soon have his cum.

Dan did not last long before he had the biggest orgasm of his life so far and passed out on top of Angela.

Angela screamed, “I LOVE YOU, MASTER!” at the top of her lungs when she felt Dan’s cum filling her. She then fell asleep under her beloved new owner.