Dani's Mutation

After ingesting Carrie's semen, Dani staggered to the restroom, a stream dripping from her chin, her belly bulging. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, her pigtails frayed, and eyes wide with anticipation. Her pulse raced and her breathing was rapid and shallow.

She started her day in a midriff baring shirt, A cup breasts nestled in a bralette, a cotton thong, a plaid miniskirt and knee high socks. After seeing Carrie explode from her clothes, she wondered what her fate would be. She untied the shirt and saw two circles on the bralette where her breasts had started leaking. Everything started to move in slow motion. The explosive transformation she had just witnessed would not be her fate, and she understood the virus had different intentions for her...

Dani pulled bralette over her head and felt heat build in her chest. Her areole pulsed and expanded in diameter to three inches and bulged out in half domes. Dani's breast flesh followed, pushing and surging until her nipples and navel were in alignment. Rubbing the mutations on her chest in pleasure, her nipples responded by distending to finger length, pointing toward the sky at a 45 degree angle. The milk increased from a trickle to a constant stream that coated the mirror and walls. She turned around and looked at herself over her shoulder, her breasts clearly visible in the silhouette. She was on her way to hypersexuality, but unlike the other infected, her mind was still hers, the virus was mutating in form.

Pivoting back to facing the mirror, an intense pressure built in her pelvis. She lifted her skirt and watched her clitoris began to push against the sheer fabric, drawing the panties partially down over her hips. Dani pulled her panties off and dropped the skirt fringe, throwing her head back in agony as her newly formed penis descended to her ankles. She looked down at rope like appendage and watched it swell in thickness to match her calves and a broad flange formed. Veins bulged and she saw her pulse throb along its length. As if on cue to interrupt her bliss, a new pain arose in her abdomen. Dani felt an immense pressure in her pelvis and she began to breathe hard. Pushing with an audible grunt, two grapefruit sized testes swung out from her vagina, one at a time. Precum leaked on the floor, joining the milk already pooling at her feet. "Oh my god", Dani thought, "I've grown a third leg."

She reached down and began to reel in the flaccid penis but was hit by another round of pain. Grasping the sink with both hands and arching her back, Dani again looked over her shoulder and watched her labia grow and slide down along her inner thighs extending down several inches... A thick white fluid streamed from the mutated pussy, adding a third secretion to the floor.

She straightend her back, the muscles straining to hold erect the pedulous mammaries. She looked in the mirror and hoped her transformation had reached a steady state so she could finally address the primal urge the virus demanded next. She looked down and watched the phallus rise erect and nestle between her breasts, the frenulum grazing her lips. She licked and stroked her cock in a frenzy, her scrotum tightening until the release was inevitable. The organ burst forth with a violent ejection, coating the ceiling. Her breasts and vagina simultaneously released their milk. Dani screamed in ecstacy, and passed out in a crumpled mess on the floor.

Dani awoke hours later in the pool on the floor. The pheromones from the virulent mixture were overpowering, the virus commanding her to roll over and begin lapping up the compound. On her hands and knees, with her cock tucked between her feet and her nipples scratching against the floor, Dani began to feed.

Dani stood and gazed again as each mutation shrank, first her penis, then labia, then breasts... back to her previous proportions. She wasn't disappointed, she knew the infection's mutation was still inside her waiting for its biological trigger... She was the perfect trap.