Don't infect and escape

Through your annoyed lust filled mind, you started to register your friend, Sarah's presence. Startled, you quickly took your hand off your cock, bringing away with it, a long string of connecting pre cum.

You hadn't noticed it, but through your vision, you could see a dense red glow from Sarah's most intimate parts. Namely, her mouth, pussy, tits and anus. It was eerie and hypnotic, drawing your focus to those specific areas.

Judging by her small frame that stood just under 1.6 metres, it felt almost wrong, even just mentally considering violating her, with your 12 inch monster. But that's what made it so tempting, and this virus so scary, was that it brought the thrill of imagining and experiencing what it would be like to watch her struggle and then change under your forceful desires.

If that's what it made you feel, you beggered to think what it would be like for other people who couldn't keep a clear mind.

"Max! No! You've been infected!" Slowly backing away, you could see the fear in her eyes as she watched you, wary for any sudden movements on your part. She had probably heard how the infection left the person with little to no inhibitions, how could she know that you weren't the same?

Putting on a smile, which you were sure looked like a snarl, due to your sharpened teeth and angular facial features. You stretched out your arms in a placating gesture, " Sarah... I.. can exp-."

Accompanied by your now deep grainy voice, you watch as your good friend's complexion slowly worsened. She had now frozen in place, whether from fear of you or being infected, she had hung her head in fright.

You wanted to gauge her response, maybe lock eyes with her, in that way show her that it was still you inside and not the monster that she now thinks. Sadly, her long curly brunette hair had covered her face down to her modest A cup breasts. Sadness overcame you, clearing your thoughts of any design on her. You couldn't believe that this person who was usually so outgoing and bubbly would turn into this...statue.She had always presented herself in the higher position of the hierarchy, that was your friendship, stating that, as she was older and more mature that she had first priority. Unfortunately, this was bound to be one of life's harsh realities in this new pandemic. Plus, you could hardly blame her, but it was only a matter of time till she got infected, you sigh. Maybe then, you could gather whatever semblance of friendship that could be salvaged from it, but ultimately it was doomed to be only physical.

Doing the only thing that could reassure her, you make as wide a birth around her and exit out of the room. Call it a last parting good gesture, maybe you were sentimental or maybe it was the last of your innocence being left in that hotel room, locked away, just a distant fond memory.

Giving one parting glance back, you pray she can find safety. Her room was next to yours, so it was within reach. Maybe change too, as the clothes she was in now we're sleep wear, being pink satin silk short pants and a half top negligee. "Be careful and stay safe Sarah", you say in your most calming voice, bringing a short respite amidst this chaotic atmosphere.

Concrete, then asphalt, meet under your feet as you rush into the parking lot. Eyes darting around, you scan for any infected before taking stock of your options. You couldn't take the bus as that wasn't due back till early tomorrow morning, and who knows, if that would even show up.

Shirts, shoes, pants and underwear were discarded all over the ground. Left there in testiment, to all this being real. Surprise flashes across your face that there isn't anyone around, it was almost eerie the way it was so deserted. It could only mean the infection was spreading.

A chuckle escapes, as you think about Sarah's heavy sleeping habit. It seemed to have spared her from what was happening, if only temporarily.

For a body so large, it was quite nimble, belighing the hidden Power beneath. Before, if you had exerted yourself like now, within a few steps you would've been gasping for air, feeling like you were on your last leg. It felt funny, taking delight in misfortune, from how this virus fundamentally changed your body, but you always found hope in a bad situation. Call it pessimistic, almost naive, but you saw it as one of your redeeming qualities. Where one would crumble or shrink away, you would take it in stride and handle what may come. This trait turned this nightmare into just another turning point in life. You likened it to a worldwide flu infection, if that ever happened. And this was similar, though it caused much more drastic effects, both physical and psychological.

Moans distract your thoughts as you glance up to the second floor of the hotel. There, you spy a room with its lights on with the door off its hinges. You could only make out the silhouette of a woman's body up upon the window, by her life sized melons pushing up against the curtains as she was fucked from behind. The visceral image clouded your senses, sending your desire to be the one behind her, pounding away. Your cock seemed, almost... angry, pulsating and leaking cum with frustration at not having it's release.

Breaking your gaze away with difficulty, you continue searching around the lot, praying that you find a empty vehicle with it keys in it. After checking numerous cars, which were either locked or had no keys, you cursed at it being 2019. Why, you might ask? Well you did find one that was unlocked, but to your dismay, it was a digital key car. Over the last few years, these exported cars had started flooding the market, even encroaching into your sleepy little town. Progress, they called it, a more efficient and cheaper alternative, the way of the future. But you saw it as a cumbersome,fibre glass **** trap on wheels which catered to the environmental conscious.

But you were probably biased, having grown up and being taught in your families auto shop in town since young. It had to close in recent years due to this problem, pushed out by giant competitor's that had strong armed their way into town. Now his father worked in his rivals auto shop, due to having to shoulder family expenses. You could see the hunch in his back that got that much more worse as the years went by, even the dark brown hair that he had,was now speckled with streaks of grey. He was a ghost of a man you called your father, much as he tried to plaster on a warm smile, you could see the deep sadness that lie beneath.

In your anger you lashed out at the centre console, producing long claw marks along its surface down towards the circuitry in the LED display. Marvelling at the fact that you have so much strength, you forget the fact that you just damaged someone's car. But you could be forgiven, as no one was around to care for that matter. Sheepishly, you back your bulky frame out of the driver's side and peer down the side alley beside the hotel, there you spot a protruding tyre.

While being quick and agile, you try your luck for the last time, thinking that you might have to walk back home or worse, wait. Your long legs make short work, as hidden behind an industrial dumpster is a Harley motorcycle. With glowing eyes, you inspect the ignition port, your in luck! The key is still there, you find it strange till you find discarded motorcycle clothes, draped haphazardly over the seat and back wheel. You could only conclude that there must of been a struggle here with a succubi or incubbi, just like you. Getting closer to the point of contact with the bike, the stench of sex lingers about.