Do not barge in

Not wanting to get caught I dive out of the way and am half way to the stairs before I remember my phone. I quickly pull it out as I turn to the stairs to try and get out of sight as quickly as possible. Making my way downstairs I read a group text to me, Megan, and Dad from Matty "Hey guys, hope you all are doing ok. Me and the girls have decided to pull over a bit till things seem to calm down."

"Are you ok." I quickly send as I reach the kitchen.

"Yeah. There were some creepy bikers outside last night. But haven't seen them this morning. We've been avoiding people and luckily the motel's pretty shitty so not that many people are staying." She sends almost immediately.

"Has there been any changes?" Megan sends after a couple of minutes from the first text.

Matty's only response is a thumbs up followed by a picture of her showing that she's died her hair again to blue this time and seems to be completely normal in a loose fitting tshirt for her band that seems to show her bust is unchanged at an A cup as it covers her hopefully still petite frame Looking around the picture I see one of her friends currently asleep and another one glued to her phone as she's curled in a chair that looks like it's from the 60s. Luckily it seems like those 2 are like how I remember. She didn't inherit much from Megan other than her waist and high cheek bones.

Her natural hair color is dark like her father's and when we first met she was a brat and a complete spoiled princess thanks to him. Luckily and unluckily she mellowed out once he was pretty much out of her life and busy spending his alimony checks like they would run out. Though once she hit her late teens she rebelled a bit and is currently driving around the nearby states in a band with her 3 best friends.

I rummage through the kitchen looking at our supplies and unfortunately it seems even if we were to ration we have at most enough food for 2 days and without rationing would probably have enough till tomorrow with a breakfast of eggs and ham....Though maybe there's SOMETHING buried underneath the block of ice in the back of the freezer. Dinner looks like it's going to be left overs and lunch is going to be canned soup. I decide to sit in the living room and try to read something but my curiosity gets the better of me as I start to go through the internet looking for any information on what's going on, after making sure I turn the child filters on to hopefully stop anything like this morning while avoiding videos for the same reason.

I manage to make it till about noon with only a few instances of stumbling across a few images but it seems while they did elicit a response it wasn't as severe as this morning. It seems what ever is going on it happened a roughly the same time world wide with about 4 our discrepancy from the origin being over somewhere in Europe and traveling west. Luckily according to SOME theories it seems to be lessoning as initially it seemed for the first couple hours people were little more than sex focused zombies that changed within seconds of the first penetration and now they are more sex addicts that change within minutes. I've gotten conflicting reports saying to just masturbate until it ends and others warning not to. Some said have sex and some said not to have sex. It seems that when women are not in the lead they turn into bimbos and when not they turn into amazons, but some say they just seem to turn into smarter bimbos. Men when they are fucked turn into bimbos and when they are dominated by women they turn into femboys, but again conflicting information says they turn into himbos. Luckily it seemed that areas not exposed to air flow according to some of the articles like airplanes seem to be immune, but the governments are worried about suddenly opening the cabin doors and having an outbreak of mass orgy on the planes.

I probably would have been stuck in my phone till dinner if not for Megan clearing her throat as I immediately regret looking at her. She looks.....dominating as she stands there in business attire. A pair of tight pants that I swear wasn't always that tight and a while blouse that is partially covered by a black jacket. Her ginger hair pulled into a tight bun and her glasses replaced with contacts. The only thing marring her dominant look is the full blush on here face as her eyes remained glued on my bulge.

"Um....Megan..." I ask clearing my throat seeming to break her dissecting gaze "I thought we were going to stay in."

"Oh....yeah...I am...going to hold a video meeting...um.." she seems to hesitate as I can practically hear her thoughts of "please bend me over and fuck me".

But instead she avoids those words as she says "Can you clear out? I mean....I.. Sorry I want to do this some where comfortable.. You can stay.. Just out of camera..."

I shrug and move to the other side of the room glancing at her hips and see a bit of her well formed ass till I sit down. She scurries over to where I was and sets up her laptop so that it's pointed at her showing the collection of travel Knick knacks she and dad had collected.

To my surprise and relief the meeting seemed like just your ordinary boring meeting with most of it devoted to complaining about people not clocking in and from Edward the head of HR bitching about not having people come in.

It honestly seemed like it would be a normal meeting until Andrew the vice president groaned.

"Um...Andrew...are you ok." Megan asks confused.

"Did I tell you to stop." He sneers as I'm up on my feet to try and see what's going on. His eyes seem to dart between Megan and SOMEONE underneath his desk

"What was that?" Megan says a sharp tone that promised repercussions if not given the right answer.

"Uh...Is Kathline ok?" he diverts successfully as all eyes land on the company Treasurer a mousy overweight woman in her early thirties who seems to be fidgeting and panting but seems to be muted.

"Kathline...are you..." She seems to struggle to finish the sentence but Kathline realizing all eyes are on her lunges forward to unmute herself before quickly rocking back.

"...CAN'T HOLD IT!" Kathline screams as with a surprising quickness she scoots back and spreads her legs across her table to reveal her unshaved pussy. But it's not the lack of shaving that draws my attention it's the surprisingly large vibrator buried deep inside her until it vanishes as she squirts across the keyboard.

"Kathline! WHat are you-" Megan starts to demand before being cut off.

"I'M SORRY! I'm sorry MISTRESS Megan!" Kathline pleads as I continue to gawk at the implosion of the meeting "I'm sorry your DIRTY WHORE Kathline ruined the meeting! Punish me....PUN.ISH.ME!"

"You FUCKING SL-" Megan starts to sneer her hands unzipping her pants, but I bound through the side table as I slam the laptop closed as for a few seconds I hear Kathline pleading to be verbally abused as Edward and Andrew starts to hurl insults in place of Megan.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!" Megan roars at me as I stumble back in shock. I've never seen her this angry before and she had never yelled at me.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out almost instinctively.

"I.....oh...Oh GOD." she says seeming to realize what I just stopped her from doing as she apologizes "I'm so sorry Stud."

My only response is to blink in shock at the fact she just called me by her pet name for my dad and it seemed to take a second before she realized that to.

"I...mean John......We...we shouldn't be around other people......I'll...I'll stay in my room" she says as she seems surprisingly deflated as if this zoom meeting was her last attempt at maintaining some semblance of normalcy. She leaves her laptop behind as she stumbles up the stairs leaving me with a hard on and a throbbing leg.

The remainder of the day Megan spent in her room and didn't come out to even get dinner. I drifted between kicking the door down and pinning the likely masturbating whore to the bed and knocking at the door to try to figure out if she was ok....but well the former stopped me from leaving the room for anything other than food. As the night starts to approach I send a text to dad asking if he's landed ok dreading the answer as I picture him neck deep in bimbo sluts. However I never receive a response that I struggle with whether that's a good or bad thing. In the end before I head to bed I'm drawn to Matty's picture as I start to fantasize about her riding me as her bandmates fawn over me and quickly find my cock out as I masturbate to the fantasy. After finishing I have a worry about my fantasy coming true for someone else as I send a text asking her if she's ok and getting a thumbs up from her after a rather large delay.

Despite having masturbated just a few minutes ago my erection seems to return as soon as I lay down. Any attempt to find a comfortable spot ends with it bobbing around as I move. Every time I feel myself drifting off to sleep my head becomes filled with my imagination of pinning Megan down or Matty bouncing on my cock as I carry her around or.....GOD DAMN why can't I sleep......maybe....maybe if I fuck Megan that'll tire me out.