Emily learns Crystal's poorly kept secret

Crystal was as dry and clean as she could get, which was to say not very. She played with her hair idly while she walked down the hall, trying to distract herself from her hungry cunt. It wouldn't do to get caught in that cycle while she was a guest. That, and she preferred being ogled by the host; it was much more thrilling. Passing the forbidden door, she couldn't resist putting her ear to it. One could be forgiven for believing that the room was packed with writhing bodies locked in some bacchanalian ritual for the noise that poured out. Crystal released a longing sigh, both hands flat against the simple wooden barrier. She said she wouldn't open it...and...she...won't. The infected woman pulled back with all the will she could command, and walked to the kitchen drained by the conflict. Luckily, she found something to lift her mood when she stepped into the room.

Emily sat, still slumped, with a blush across her cheeks. While a simple white sheet now sat folded on the table, Crystal was consumed by something else. The faint scent, musky and sweet, quintessentially human, hung in the air. Emily's face, her blush, a slight pant, the way her whole body moved. She resembled a thief, denying with their lips, yet admitting in their eyes. It seems Crystal wasn't the only one to revel in the roommates' licentiousness. In the sliver of a moment it took to realize what had happened, the infected woman's face formed a smile both seductive and predatory.

"They sure sound like they're having fun. How long have you been listening to them go at it?" Crystal asked while taking a seat across from her host.

"About a week, before things got really crazy. I, uh, found something you can use to cover up." Emily explained with an edge of nervousness. Her guest made no move towards the bundle of fabric, instead leaning forward and creating a yawning chasm of cleavage.

"It must get oh so hard to sleep with them just moaning and fucking all the time. Don't you ever just want to go in there and..."

"I couldn't! Aria and I grew up together. I could never hurt her. I don't know what I'd do if they got out." Emily had a look of such distress it was almost heartbreaking. Crystal wanted to hold the poor girl, to ease the pain she'd called up.

"Oh! I'm sorry. You've kept them both very safe, though. I'm sure they're grateful. There are worse things than being locked in a room, fucking your brains out. I know a few people I'd love to be locked up with..."

"You promised to tell me your secret, right? About how you keep from being attacked by the infected people running around." Emily swiftly changed the subject with all the subtlety of a locomotive.

"Oh, of course. Well, I'm not completely sure, but I actually do get attacked sometimes. They usually chase me for awhile, then get distracted by someone else. Oh! It's probably because I'm already infected or whatever it's called. That's what Timmy said. I'm not sure if-" Crystal's train of thought was suddenly derailed when Emily sprang to her feet. Before the chair had hit the floor, the baton was in her hand and ready. Emily was suddenly very alert, adrenaline coursing through her, and focused entirely on the puzzled-looking woman opposite her. Crystal checked behind herself searching for the cause of her new friend's alarm.

"What? What's wrong? You didn't see a giant spider, did you?" Crystal's naïve concern would have been charming, even disarming, if she hadn't represented a dire threat.

"Don't come near me! What do you want?! Why are you here?!" The poor girl was on the edge of shouting, her back against the wall.

"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. You've been so nice to me, why would I do anything to you?"

"You-you're just trying to trick me! As soon as I turn my back, you'll just grow a-a cock or something a-and try to fuck me, right?"

"I promise I won't do anything like that unless you want me too. Oh! I have a friend named Timmy that's like you. I'm supposed to meet him soon. Would you like to come with me, maybe? You could-"

"How could I possibly trust you?! How can I trust anyone anymore?! Did you know that Officer Thornton actually shot at me? He and my dad went fishing every other month. He was at my last family Thanksgiving, and he shot at me! And the nicest person I've met since this started is fucking infected!" Emily, her exhaustion finally overwhelming her, slid down the wall until she sat against it. Curling herself up into an unassailable fortress of arms and legs, she began to sob quietly. Crystal stood from her seat and padded closer to the crying form across the room.

"It'll be okay. It'll all be okay. I swear I won't hurt you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I can leave if-" The girl's tears stabbed like knives into the mother's heart. She reached for Emily, wanting desperately to ease her sorrow, but thought better of it. Before she could turn to leave, the crying woman grabbed her wrist, and looked into her eyes. Crystal could do nothing but kneel next to her and hold her in her arms.

For what seemed like hours, even if it was only a few minutes, the infection seemed to abate. The wild, demanding lust that always twisted in the back of Crystal's mind gave way to a desire to protect this fragile creature in her arms. Eventually, the tears slowed, the breaths became more even. Emily looked into the other woman's eyes, and without a word, reached up and kissed her. Crystal could only stare as the girl pulled back her tear-stained face.

"I can't take it! I want my friends back! I want to be happy again! I want to be beautiful, like you! I don't...I don't want to be afraid anymore." Emily was a storm. Defeat and sorrow, anticipation and reckless desire, they swirled together madly within her.

"If that's what you want, we could go and see-" Crystal glanced at the darkened hallway.

"No! No. I'm not ready yet. I want...you to do it. Please. Let's go to my bedroom." Emily rose, and led Crystal by the hand to her modest bed.

"It's so...I'm starting to feel hot. That means it's happening, right? What am...am I supposed to do?" The petite woman already had a deep blush on her cheeks replacing the red-rimmed eyes she had sported a minute earlier.

"Oh, I'm not sure. I was too busy being split open with a perfect cock when it happened to me. Maybe you should take your clothes off. That always makes me feel better." Crystal wore a happy smile as she watched her new friend strip in front of her. She wanted to run her hands and tongue over every bit of skin revealed. Her shoulders and neck, her cute little breasts with their hard, perky nipples, and especially her bare pussy.

"I've never been with another girl before. I don't...What should I do first?"

"Just lie down on the bed. I know what I want to do first. Oh, we're going to have so much fun!"

Emily lay nervously, watching the sexy nymph slink towards her from the foot of the bed. Slowly, the woman made her way towards her prize. Soon, she was face-down between the lonely girl's legs, teasing the swollen lips with her tongue.

"Oh, god! That's ah-amazing! Mmm...Ah! Yesss...keep going! I..." Emily threw her head back to cry in new found pleasure. Her small breasts began ache with need, a need she answered by mauling and squeezing them like she never had before.

"My chest is so sensitive! Oh, fuck! Do you think...oooooh! Am I going to gr-grow tits like yours?!" The girl was nearly shaking in anticipation, although the wet tongue dancing over her newly sensitized fold may have contributed. Crystal, her mouth busy, could only grunt a muffled affirmative. Her effort was totally fixed on making her new friend feel fantastic, and she teased, slurped, and sucked with all the skill she could call upon. Slow, languid strokes gave way a rapid, wet tongue-fucking, just to return to a relaxed pace once more. Crystal delighted in every noise made by the ecstatic woman under her.

"H-how-Ah...It's never felt-Uungh! Does it always feel this fucking good for you?" Emily asked through a cascade of cries.

"Mmm-hmm." The woman between her legs, the most amazing lover she'd had so far, gave her answer without removing her mouth. The chorus of pleasure could only last so long, though. Soon, Crystal was running her thumb in gentle circles over Emily's clit while her tongue twisted and teased over the entrance to her deepest depths. Before long, the newly-infected girl reached her crescendo. Her back arched and her hands leaped to the bed to hold her up as she cried in ecstatic freedom. Her body tensed and shook, nearly humming with sexual energy. Crystal was rewarded with a flood of juices, adding to her delight while she worked on prolonging her friend's release.

"FFFFUCK YES!" Emily screamed before she began to fall back to the bed. She sat up to grab her infectrix by the shoulders and pulled the other woman on top of her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That was...amazing! I can't even..." She began making out with the busty woman, panting out her words between rough, **** kisses. Even the taste of her own pussy on another girl's lips was beyond description, a flavor she had no intention to try before now.

"It feels so good! It all feels so good!" Emily, in her passion, pushed Crystal down and held her head to her chest. The woman moaned from the rough treatment, wrapping her lips around the swollen nub before her. Every nerve in Emily's skin seemed to come alive to carry the wonderful sensations into her.

"Yes! Suck them! Bite them! Anything!" Lust washed over them like a crashing wave, threatening to pull them into a vast, carnal sea. Emily wanted that more than anything she had ever felt before, other concerns obliterated by the ****.

Meanwhile, Crystal worked the miniature tower of needful flesh between her lips with relentless purpose. The submissive slut was overjoyed by the rough treatment. Being **** down against Emily's hot chest built a fire inside her, and it burned hotter and hotter as she worked. She had missed this so much; the echo of her master still rang in the hollow his absence had left in her.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Something...EEAGH! Something's coming! Something's happening! Don't you dare stop! Never fucking stop!" Emily's commands spurred Crystal into a wild frenzy. Sucking, nibbling, and twisting, the woman kept abusing the nipple, which only caused the hand behind her head to pull her harder into the yielding flesh. Emily gave only a sharp, sudden gasp as warning before she began cumming again, but this time it came with a special gift. A rain of sweet milk announced her newest wave of blissful indulgence, falling back over her body and filling the mouth of her eager lover.

"FUUUUCK! Yesyesyesyes! Drink it! Swallow all my milk! Drink it a-aaah-all!" The white nectar spilled into Crystal's mouth over and over again, yet she gulped down every drop she could. Every surge of liquid was accompanied by a surge of growth, the girl's breasts expanding far, far beyond their original proportions.

The prodigious expansion was a dream come true for the perpetually flat-chested young woman. She had often failed to realize her own beauty for the disappointment of a single feature, a flaw her eyes could never see beyond. Now, thanks to the mysterious pathogen racing through her, she was smothering her new lover with breasts that grew alongside her excitement. Centimetre by centimetre, they grew beyond the largest pair she had ever seen in real life, all the while feeding the helpless slut on top of her.

"That was...mmm...so...You must think I'm so dumb...for waiting, right?" Emily gasped out her words. The face of a woman she had met twenty minutes ago smiled back at her from between her now massive tits, milk running down her chin; it brought the busty young woman a twisted sense of satisfaction she now reveled in.

"Oh, no! Of course not. It's...well, maybe a little, but you're better now. Look at you! You look amazing." Crystal rolled off of her lover, nearly falling out of the bed to make room for the expansive mammaries. During the time her bust had occupied her attention, Emily had gone through more subtle changes. The mirror on her bedroom door revealed a more voluptuous version of her, seductive and beautiful, with a body that screamed sex. Her hair, normally long and tied back, had grown substantially. After freeing it, it fell nearly to her knees. She was transfixed, staring at her reflection as if it would vanish, returning her to her old self, if she looked away.