Before that, you get another visitor.

You're halfway into the first season of some over-the-top superhero show when there's yet another knock on the door. Rolling your eyes, you pause the stream and make your way to the door - at least whoever wants to talk to you this time is not as persistent as Agent Mallory. Which means you don't actually open the door. Quarantine and all that.

"Hey, uh, I'm actually under quarantine orders?" You call out through the door, trying to convey through your tone that it's not exactly your idea of a good day either. "I can't let you in."

"I k͊̍̀̇ͭn̰̘͢o͌͌ẘ̞!" And you know that crackle. And it's definitely not MalO, she doesn't need to knock. "Let me in, John! We need to talk."

"Wh-what about?" Even as you ask, you open the door, and are only mildly surprised when Adriana pushes inside, the coins on her bandana clinking softly. "I mean, hi, Adriana?"

"Mh-hm." Well, she looks more than mildly miffed. And she's glaring at you from those disconcertingly white, glowing eyes, jabbing you in the chest with a fingernail that feels rather more pointy than you'd expect. Almost claw-like. "MalO told me what you did. Kirstie called me after that agent paid her a visit. During her shift! The poor girl, there's gossip spreading already!"

"Oh, I... I didn't think he'd be so tactless..." In fact, you didn't think about what Agent Mallory was going to do, or how he was gonna do it. But now that Adriana said it, you can definitely see it happening. "I only met him this morning, when he... well, let's just say I'm not surprised, now that you said it."

"God, this asshole... Doesn't he see that MalO is making us b̷̅͟et̙̯t̏͒ě͕ṛ?" Your heart sinks as you hear it, although this doesn't surprise you either. Of course Adriana is the same as Lana... "Don't ẙ̬͔͈̆͝o̍̈́̊̐͟u̘̗͉͑ͩ?!"

"No, I... she's controlling you! Your mind! My body! And..." Adriana crosses her arms, and you see her hands for the first time - her nails are not entirely human. They don't just feel like claws, they are. "And she's changing you. All three of you!"

"And. I. Like it." Hefting her bust, Adriana lifts her impressive boobs and stares at you, eyes half-lidded as she looks at you with mild annoyance at your antics. "I mean, look at these. They've become so much more sensitive since I met you. Also, this."

Turning around, Adriana hikes up her skirts, and you sigh softly as she not only reveals a truly impressive behind, but a huge, fluffy tail growing from where her ass-cheeks meet. Claws, eyes, tail... if these changes are happening to all three women you had sex with, soon, there's going to be four MalOs. Kind of terrifying, actually. Scratch that 'kind of'. You can barely handle one MalO. But still, that ass...

"Say, John. While I'm mooning you. Why don't you..." Adriana doesn't sound annoyed anymore. No, her voice has become sultry and seductive. And, as she lifts her tail, you see she isn't wearing any panties. "... take advantage of the situation, hm?"

Aaaand there it is. Your hair trigger libido explodes at the sight of a twitching snatch, obliterating all self-control, and you feel yourself growing hard inside your pants, mind clouding with lust. After all, since MalO banged you yesterday, you haven't touched yourself once, let alone fucked someone - with your enhanced stamina and nuts, you're actually feel a little backed up. Shouldn't you take care of the condition MalO saddled you with? Until Agent Mallory comes up with a way to heal everyone affected. Who knows what happens if you go too long without a climax.

"Mmh, that's what I'm talking about..." Adriana croons as she looks back at you, biting her lower lip with teeth that look a little too sharp, canines a little too pointy. "Look at that bulge! C'mon, free that monster and take me!"

And why shouldn't you? You're rock hard, Adriana is willing, and some part of you knows that whatever MalO did to you is messing with your mind, but who the hell cares right now? Every time MalO or one of the affected women get hard, your inhibitions crumble - and you'd be lying if the sex isn't mind-blowing every damn time! Who are you to say no to that? So you open your zipper, much to the delight of Adriana, and free your throbbing, veiny rod as the changed woman turns around once more and leans against the wall at her back, skirt hiked up to reveal her flat tummy up to her navel, tail wagging side to side between Adriana's legs as her eyes are locked onto your swollen member.

"Fuck, I think you've grown even bigger... You're gonna split me in two, John! And you b̵̮ͪẻ̟ͨt͑̊teͨͤr̭ͮ nͤ͐o͎̿͟t͊ ma̓̊_k̝͠e m͗͠e̢͗ w̗̄a̼͟it."

You're not intending to, but the crackle is still unsettling. But somehow, with your blood pounding in your ears, it seems less important now. What is important is that you take the few steps forwards, hands on Adriana's hips as she grabs your pulsing shaft and aims your fat glans at her honeypot. It looks enormous compared to the transformed woman's pussy, but when you begin to push, it slides in smoothly, welcomed into a soft, silken vice that seems to cook your member with its heat.

"I k̲̔̍n̪̆e̩ẉ͓̓ i͂̎t́ͤ͑, you a̳re̞͒ bigger! God, I've never felt so full..." Unbuttoning the top of her dress, Adriana pulls out first one breast, then the other, and the smooth, soft teardrops make your mouth water - a fact you take advantage of by leaning forwards and sucking one of her fat nipples between your lips, tongue playing over it as you bite down gently. "Nnnfh, careful, they're sensitive..."

As Adriana's left grabs you by the back of your head, you begin thrusting, slowly, languidly, trying to draw this out. Maybe if you don't rush it, the urge will be easier to resist next time. Maybe you can satisfy yourself and MalO's satellites enough to get a break until Agent Mallory can solve this mess. Maybe. But for now, you have once again lost the fight against your libido, against MalO, and can do nothing but enjoy the sensations as you fill up Adriana's snatch again and again, all the while gently stimulating her nipples with tongue and teeth. You can feel them pulse and throb between your lips, slick with your saliva, echoing the twitching of Adriana's pussy.

"N_n̙ņ̼̠hͣͤn̶̵icé̸ͣ and slow," she moans as she pulls you deeper into her heavy breast, Adriana's free hand brushing against your ear as she squeezes her unattended tit, the coins on her bandana tinkling as she leans her head back against the wall. "Take y̲ͯͨò͔uͅr̂̕ t̽͑̑i_̴̨̠̃̕m̨̛ę̙̲ͮ, I want this to l̨͕̳̯͐ͦ̐̃̈́as̸͖̝̪̃s͂s̡s̷̭͔̒͡sͦ̅tͥ̕~..."

You feel your shaft strain and twitch inside Adriana, muscles rippling around it as she milks your length. Soft titflesh covers your face, and Adriana's hand digs into your hair as she keeps pulling your head against her. Even the fact that her claws press against your scalp seems to lose importance with every thrust, and you are less and less bothered by the increasing crackle in Adriana's moans as she gets more and more worked up, her hips moving to meet your slow thrusting. Letting go of her nipple, you cause her to whine needily as you kiss your way up the heaving orb towards Adriana's clavicle, but nibbling on her neck gently turns the whine in a crackling gasp.

"Y̔̀̏e̷̫̞̐̄s̖̼̟̋̌͘sş͉͓̭̋ș..." Letting her hand travel from the back of your head down to your hips to encourage you to thrust faster, Adriana hefts and massages her left boob, prompting you to grab her free tit, pinching her stiff nipple between two fingers. "Nnnghaawwd~... Do me h͉͇̼͌̒̊̌ä̞́̋͠rd̝̍e͕̪̤̮͐̋r͔͚̃̽̐͑͆, John! F-faster..."

You hesitate to comply - after all, your cock is already buzzing with pleasure, feeling ready to burst, and you haven't been banging Adriana all that long yet. No way this is gonna help with staving off the uncontrollable lust, right? But as your thrusting falters and becomes erratic, Adriana obviously notices your dilemma... but her reaction still comes as a surprise.

"Ẇͅh̖͙ȃ̯́͂_ͣt̷͕̓ͩ͐͋̍'̻̀̕s̡̮̖͒ th͆e̵ p̖ͮͦ̕ŕ̶o̵͖̊͛ͫͯ̓ͮb̹̈́͋̓̕ͅḻ̶͈̮̿̾͠ẽ̼͗m̬̺̦ͧ̐̽ͯ̍͜͝,͗ John?!" Grabbing your neck with her clawed hand, Adriana pulls you away from her neck and forces you to look into her eyes - her glowing, entirely white eyes. "Ì̷̕sͫ͒ y̹͘o̚u͔r͓͡ c̯ȯ̱̖c̰ͬk͚̐ jus̾ͅt b̖i̎g̸ a̤͗͢n͜d͟ n̔̽o̐͝th́i̸̖ͧn͓g̻ e̵͓lͮs̗e?̝̌̍Do you need some h̨̗̲̖̟̓ͯ̃̉ͫ͠ěͅl̗̍́̉̿̋͜͟p̪͊?"

Shuddering, you feel yourself lose all control over your muscles - which isn't anything new, but to find out Adriana has the same powers as MalO still comes as a shock. Going limp and loose, you fall sideways to the ground, guided by Adriana so you come to lie on your back, with her astride your hips and your pulsing member still inside her. And she never once breaks eye contact.

"M͑ͨal̝̫͡O̸̰ has̡̯ g̭ͅi͗͠ven u̓ͨ̍s f͆̈͘á̧͘r̒ m̿o̱͜͡r̬ē̄ th̶̹̀a̮͋nͥ j͐̑ȗ̵ͪst͎ͦ c̷̈́ͧͅụ͇ͪͣͧ͘r͈̗͔͚̄̏͑̚v̨e_̡̇͆̉ͭ͝s̢͉͑ͣ͂̀͝.̗̽͜ Àn_̨d I̶͕͆ will us̝͢e i̇͋̉t̻̀ͫ a͕̍͜lͥl t͍ó_̸ g̝͝et wh̥ȃ͔t̡̰̔ I w̽̂aṋ͗t̉ f̧̝r̈́̄om̑͟ yo̔u.̸!"

The situation feels eerily familiar, with you motionless and a voluptuous, clearly supernatural woman riding you relentlessly. Adriana is bouncing up and down your length, her impressive cheeks slapping together and against your thighs, abundant juices squelching where your bodies connect, and you can feel yourself swell and strain and throb, nuts churning to prepare a truly epic load as the pleasure keeps getting more and more intense - but one thing you don't feel: your climax approaching.

Oh n̪͕̓o͔͢,͈̜̰ John.̦̏ͣ N̖̫o͙͗ w͒äy̶͔. I̖͆ s̰ͫ̋a͘i͎d͑ I̶̩ wa͇̓nt̳̥e̗̿ḋ͕ͥ t͖̹h́ͨi̸s ṭ̽o̴ l̗̮͝a̓s̯t, r̯͝em̷̮̓em̫b̪̦er?̔" Voice crackling, fangs bared, Adriana stares down at you with a wild grin, breasts bouncing whenever she slams down. And yet, you can do nothing but keep your eyes locked with hers. "Y̲̌̐oưͮ aͣ́͜r̹̚͟ě̽͜ NͩͬÓ̦̣T̞́̿ g͒͐o͎̅ͫi͉nͭg͒ t̝́o c̶ͩ̚u̫ͧ͢mͣ u̧͊ͨn̬ͮṭ̣̓iͩl̩ I h̤̉͑ḁ̺͒d͑ my f̐i̯ll̫̑ͨ.̢̠̎"

You can do nothing but groan lustfully as Adriana reduces you to little more than a living dildo, spearing herself on your steel-hard rod tirelessly, gyrating her hips to feel you stretch her insides. Not a single muscle in your body so much as twitches when Adriana leans forwards, holding on to your upper arms as her breasts press against your chest, stiff nipples rolling back and forth as she grinds her hips into you, glowing eyes boring into your own.

"Má̡̯l̦̝̉O̽ͪ d̓̅͘i͛̚d s͔uc͍h̒̿ ǵ̯oo̾͞dͬ wͥo͋͌rk w̛͛͡i͉ͨt̖ͪͬh̿ y̡ͩ̆ou̱͎.̗.̥̃̃." Adriana breathes, her eyes inches from yours as her hair forms a curtain around you and you feel yourself grow harder and harder, cock throbbing as your lust keeps rising, but still the tell-tale twitching, the bubbling of cum, the release is nowhere to be felt. "Ỳ̯̙ó̽͢ůͭr͎ͨ͐ c͓o̒c̒k,̽ͯ s_ͥo͇̒ h̢a͙͓̻r̺d͖_ͧ.͌̿͝..͎ͪ y͑͂o͑ụ̒ͤṛ̪͜ mi͎̓̐nd̢̬,̺̰ s͠oͦ_.̗.͋͋.̭͢ ac͆c̰e̳̍s̙͞s͗̀i̇͌b̼͊l͍͐̾eͥ̕.̃̐"

That should feel like you have been dunked into a bucked of ice water. The unequivocal proof MalO messed with your brain. But it isn't, not with your mind consumed by pleasure, by desire, by need - the need to cum, to pump Adriana full of your swimmers. If you could move, you'd be writhing, twitching, begging for Adriana to release her hold on you, to allow you to explode... but all you can do is lie there, at the mercy of yet another woman in your life. Although it is debatable if MalO fulfills the classical definition of woman. Apparition is more fitting.

"Oḫ̀͌ f̷͋f̱͡f͎̅f̠͗ͮf̕uc̖k̢̺ y̲͕ͦe͛s͇.ͯ͠..͜" Sitting back up, Adriana runs her claws over her jaw, digging into her hair as she rides you hard and fast, never once looking away from your eyes, your mind firmly in her grip, blocking movement and climax simultaneously. You can't even cry out in frustration, can't even cry in frustration, or grit your teeth, nuts swelling with the seed Adriana doesn't allow you to spill. "I͛̄͗̓͘ feè̂ͪĺ̟̺ͫ̀ y͗ŏ̃_̵͂͝u̡̘̤ͩ͘ sͧw̸̷̧̛̔̿e̡̺̬ͭͣͬ̚lͬ̐́̎l̨̛̲̈́̅͡͞i͚͡n̯g̹̬̈́̎ͤ͟.̥̻̖̫̖̤.̘̋͢.̩̠̀ s̳̗ͨͯ̕͟o b͔ì͆̉g͙̹͙ͨ̉͟ͅ,̜͔̆́ Ĩ̴̧̠.̻͇̻̀̆̍.̅.͂͞ m͔n̲̝̔̆̿ͯ̀n͉͎͚̩͝nn̳͖͓ͭͯh̭ͮͤ̍F̧̘̤̈́͑U̱ͧ̅̉͛C̨̩͖͕̭̎K̩͎̃ͦͅ!"

Even as Adriana cums hard atop you, body quivering and twitching, her hold around you is like iron, eyes locked to yours. Her cunt massages and milks you uncontrollably, and yet, you can't cum, can't even buck your hips against her. You can only feel your mind unravel as the bliss rises ever higher, stare up at Adriana as she begins to move again... begins to change.

"M̮ͤͥa̙lO se̖̳ė̈́ms͙͗ t̮͡ͅo̹̗ li̢̳k̊̐e wha̓ͨt͒͠ I͡'̗m͗̉ doi̗͔nṋ̢n̥ghͩ..̙̑ͤ.͎" Voice breathless and crackling, Adriana grabs her breasts as they begin to swell, growing larger and heavier - already eclipsing the size and shape of those you have only seen in reflections so far, or as brief flashes when you came inside MalO, they only grow bigger as you watch. The turgid nipples capping them, too, begin to change, darkening as they plump up, turning as black as MalO's own. "Ĺ̠̬ȯ͡ok̷̓ at me̲ͦ, John! Ĩ'̋̉m g̉e̖͎ͮttiͬ̀̄nͦ_g̳͜ ė͐ͅv͊e̲͢͠r̹̫ cͣ̐l̾̆̚o͋s̱̃e̟r͔͔̃ t̜o̎ heŗ̙ peͨr͍̗f̷͉̑è̠͢c̮ṱi̊͘on͙̿ͩ."

With Adriana's jaw hanging slack, you can definitely see that. Her teeth, already sharper than humanly possible, are starting to become properly canine, proper fangs as her tongue lolls from her mouth, too long and too dark to be human. As Adriana mashes her plump breasts together, her hair, too, begins to darken, going from the red of the Irish to the midnight black of the sex-hungry apparitions, growing thicker and fluffier until it resembles MalO's mane, barely kept under control by Adriana's softly jangling bandana.

"Sh-s̶ẖ̚ǫ̩ṵ͚̖ĺ̸d̼̏ I̒̇̉ ǩ̩̀ee̙͌p g̱̦̓oi̻n͖̽ͅg̞͇̖? S̛ͩ̓ee͎̿ ǐ͍̫f̹ͭ Ma̗̜l̹̮ͧO̵ͮ͝ ḥ͙̠as̐ more̸͐ p̠̼̅r̦͞eͭ͒̆s̵ͪ̌ent̟sͨ̏ i͙̜n s̳͇to̭͜ř͊e̗̺ f̦ͤ͝or̀͒ mḙ̈?̶ͮͩ" Panting and quivering, legs shaking as she keeps abusing your swollen, almost painfully hard member, Adriana stares down at you from half-lidded eyes - and you can feel pre begin to leak from your swollen glans, your hips twitching ever so slightly. "M̪m̢̕mͬmh~͍.̡ͦ̀.̣͍.͆ͪ M̟ayͥͦͅb̄̃e̻͑ͅ j̒u̟ͤ̀s͡t̉͆̋ o̭̒ne̔̿͜ m̨̲oͮrê.ͩ.. I j́u̫̿ͭsͩ͑t w̫aň̷na c̀o̲̾͘m̗̱̑e̡ oͯ͒͐n̏͜e̶ͦ̐ m̴̥̽o̓̃̊r͓̺e tͣīmeͯ́.̓.̝̽."

You feel the little trickle of precum slowly turn into a veritable torrent as Adriana's control begins to slip - not enough to allow you to move, but you can finally feel the point of no return approach, your swollen nuts churning and rising to ready themselves. And with the way Adriana's bouncing becomes increasingly frantic, she obviously knows time is limited.

"Y̯o͉͆u̥'͕̮̽rë̪̤ lủc͉̹͆k̡̝y̡ Iͧ'm neͤẉ̡ t͕͖ö́̓ t͞hi̺͟s̫̆ͧ..̭̘͔." She pants as she grinds her hips against yours, one hand on her clit as she rolls one black nipple between her fingers. "I̺͋'̡d̷͛ͬ h̞ͩ͟a͗ve̴͔ kͭep̰̞t ǵ̟o̗͍ing̶̱ aͯl̳ͅl dą̏̈y if̛ I k̋ͪn̗͂ͩḙ̭̐w͔̄ h̕ȏ̀w̻̓̏ to̕͞ k̵̫̮eé̷̳p͜ ĉ̉o̦̊nt̼̲r̥ol̴.͇ͯ͜..̢̍̏"

That would have broken you. As it is, you are barely holding it together, shaft swollen beyond compare inside of Adriana's sweltering snatch, nothing in your mind except an all-consuming need, a need that Adriana is unwilling to fulfil - but finally no longer strong enough to suppress as her legs begin to shake and her eyes close in the throes of another climax.

"UrrRRNNNGAAAH!" Your guttural scream sounds barely human as you grab Adriana's soft hips roughly, finally able to move, and pound away at her from below, each thrust accompanied by a deluge of cum spilling into her, dripping down your balls and onto the floor almost immediately as you overfill the wolf-woman's snatch.

In fact, you feel barely human. Adriana's ministrations have reduced you to a twitching, growling mess, a creature driven by the instinct to breed, and you grit your teeth as glob after glob of thick cum bubbles into your partner, the intensity of the sensations almost making you lose consciousness, and when it's finally over, you collapse backwards, unmoving and limp due to an entirely different reason than before.

"T͊ẖ̑at̀ w̧̻͂aͧ̊͡s̥̆ F̪̈́͌UN̓̽. T̜͞h͔an̘k̗̞̲ M̟̀a̗ļO̔ Iͪ gōṯ t́o͍ ȇ͕̗x̾̚ṕ̃ͥe̞̒ri̜e͜n̔ceͯ̽ th̨̿is.̷̄..̭" Of course, Adriana speaks first, panting and mewling, struggling to stand up as her legs shake, thick strands of cum oozing down her thighs as she holds on to the wall to stay upright. "N̨͑ơ̭̊w.͌ͤ H̝ạͪve̢̞̱ y̪oü̕ le̯̘̖a̯r̝̍n̦̏̅è̿͆d̠ yo̯̜ṳ̒̓r̋ l͗eśs̬͔ͨo͔͝n̞̊̚ y̛̋͢e̵͓̻t,̌͝ John?"