Into another state

Lost in the previous epsiode, you sit up and notice your body is back to its almost believeable female form. D cup breasts, slim defined abs, flowing blond hair and a perky nose on a 20 something models face... just your hips framing a pair of flaccid cocks and testes behind them gave you away. You stride over to to the clothing racks again and fumble through the clothes, again... hoping this time you'll find something to wear to make it home to your wife.

You find a black 36D bra and fumble with it... it took a while to remembering how your wife put it on backwards to clasp. Swinging the cups around front and stretching the straps over your shoulders, you feel a tingle in your cocks as the soft fabric makes contact with your nipples. This is going to be tough. Knowing that panties wont work, you dont even try... you find some white nylons and pull the elastic to your silky smooth thighs. Finishing the outfit you find a white floral sundress that gives some air and space to your cocks without rubbing and arousing them further. Staring at the figure in the mirror you are instantly turned on by the sexual beauty in the reflection and the dress tents out slightly. You need to get home and try to explain this to your wife.... all of it.

Hearing a noise and finally remembering what happened... you go back where you left Brittany. She was on her back, propped up on her elbows, sweating. Most of her human form had returned, except for a belly that extended down between her legs. It was smaller than the belly you had pumped full of cum a few minutes ago that could've held a small car...

Brittany continued to grunt and strain as the belly gradually contacted down to that of a second trimester pregnant human. At the lower limit of its size all the cum had been digested, and the skin was taught... She pushed further.... inch by inch a phallus emerged. She'd been infected too.... but the mutation was continuing. It was a single penis, but almost an foot in diameter. Gradually with a squishing noise it extended out bluntly erect two feet from her body. Her stomach flattened. No testes emerged. Stroking her futa birth several times, the giant third leg orgasmed forth, shooting gallons of white goo on the celing. Brittany collapsed on her back, spent. The now flaccid 15 pound appendage retracted back into her womb and her stomach swelled to its pseudo pregnant state.

"Well, I was kind of enoying the monster labia bit for a while..." said Brittany blithely.

"I'm sorry...."

"No, I asked for it. Somehow we need to get back home and I knew I needed to exhaust your futa. I don't like the belly look, but the orgasm makes up for it. And look at these tits... at least DD cups and I could cut glass with these nipples!"

Stevie seached around for some maternity stretch pants a tshirt for Brittany. A bra was out of the question. The shirt fit but left little to the imagination.

With both of them clothed, they exited the store. On the street hundreds of soliders were running back and forth. Accosted by one, he explained the Army was hunting down futas with a vaccine. Several futa lay in the street, and more were being loaded into a van labeled TransSci.

"Yeah, I guess I don’t know if the vaccine cures or kills or incapacitates them. Are you two ladies ok?"

Realizing the virus had mutated to underground in them, Stevie answered... "Yeah, we hadn't seen any of THOSE in person... just the news on our phones when we had been shopping for maternity clothes. We sheltered here. Can we go home now?"

A breeze caused Brittany's nipples to harden against the tight shirt. The soldiers face turned red and Stevie could see an erection in his pants.

"Umm, yeah... sure."