Matt and Paul

Matt had gone to the airport the previous day and hired a car so that he and Paul could get there without infecting anyone else. After saying their goodbyes to John they headed straight for the car and Matt drove. Inevitably, before long Paul felt a pressing need to fart, and he held onto it, glancing at Matt. Matt shifted uncomfortably in his seat, then seemed to shrug to himself, and let loose with a huge trump.

"Aah, that's better," he sighed. Paul relaxed and let loose with his own flatulence and revelled in the sense of relief.

Their joint relief shortly turned to disgust. They were driving along with the windows fully up and the air vent fans turned off in an effort to contain the virus as much as possible, so the smell of their farts rapidly filled the car.

"Fuck, that stinks," exclaimed Paul.

"Yeah," agreed Matt, and drove on. About a minute later, they both trumped again.

"You know, the smell isn't too bad when you get used to it," said Matt.

"Yeah, I can live with it. Well, I guess we're going to have to now anyway," Paul replied. He was already imagining the effect the virus was going to have. "Hey Matt, imagine if there was a woman in here with us, breathing this stuff in."

"Wow yeah, she'd stand no chance. She'd start getting horny straight away."

"Yeah, and all the fats in her body would go to her tits and arse. Her boobs would grow enormous and eventually pop out of her clothes."

"And she'd love it. Her pussy would be so wet. And her arse would become the perfect bubble-butt."

"And she'd be **** for our cocks. Doesn't matter who she was, she'd be a complete bimbo slut. And that'll happen to everyone we meet. Male or female, that's what they're gonna turn into. And you, me and John will have the only dicks in the world to satisfy them with."

"We've done a bad thing, Matt, haven't we?"

"Paul, my friend, we've only just started. The three of us are gonna rule the world. Let's get out there and do this."

They arrived at the airport, parked the car in the car hire place and headed to the hire office.

"Thanks," said the guy behind the desk as Paul handed him the keys, "we'll check the car over and let you know if we spot any problems. Otherwise, all done, enjoy your flight."

Matt and Paul headed into the terminal.

"This is where the fun begins," grinned Matt. "As long as we can get through security before we turn everyone into cock-hungry bimbos."

"The flight crews should be ok - we checked, remember? They use a separate bit of the building. So as long as the airport keeps operating and we can take off before news gets out of the outbreak and they shut the transport networks down, we should be ok," replied Paul.

"Should?"

"Best we can do," shrugged Paul as he joined the check-in queue.