Building an immunity.

Janet’s after-party was in full swing; with music playing and liquor in almost everyone’s hands, the models could finally let their hair down and enjoy themselves. Celebrating on a job well done, the ladies danced and laughed or picked at the side table with finger food and desserts, procrastinating on the show and the future gigs they were offered by other artists. Janet Van Dyne herself sat across from both of Susan’s bodyguards who occupied almost the entirety of her couch, garnering quite a bit of attention from the ladies including herself.

“So, which security firm did Suzie hire YOU two from?” Purred Janet, leaning in close and circling her finger around the rim of her glass of spiked punch from the table. At least four other women hovered around the pair, either playfully tracing a hand down their legs or shoulders. Apart from the fact that the two men were built like football players and had a rugged handsomeness that made the women more than a bit infatuated. There was a scent in the air, a spice that made the ladies

“Well… We’ve always been her guards.”

“Yeah, we’ve been keeping guard of her lair since we were born…” Getting an elbow from his brother, Kevin nodded, then corrected himself. “I mean, we’ve been a security firm for about a couple of weeks now, we’re still new.”

“Oooh, we? As in there are other beefcakes like you on the payroll?” Asked one of the models, leaning in close and trying to give Thomas a view of her V-cut dress. Scratching his chin and finding his lips dry, Kevin answered. “Yeah, we’ve got like… Fifty other brothers back at the place.”

“Brothers? So, you’re related?” Perked up one of the ladies, looking a bit tipsy already as she stood behind Jacob and pressed her chest up against the back of his head with a giggle. While the two were the center of attention to the dozen or so women, in the corner of Thomas’s eye he could see Susan making out with the limo driver whom she dragged with her up to the loft. Her hands busy with his button shirt or squeezing at the bulge in his pants. Eventually making out wasn’t enough for the statuesque blonde, and Susan dragged the man by his arm with her to Janet’s bedroom, practically slamming the door behind her.

“We should check on her, see if she’s safe…” Kevin was about to get up when one of the models gently pushed him back down heavily onto the couch, the rest of the ladies giggling as they circled the two men. “Oh, you’ve got something else to keep you busy tonight big guy.” Purred one red haired model, toying at the buckle and fly of his pants. A mocha skinned model fell to her knees and parted Thomas’s ankles to get at his pants zipper, licking her lips and breathing sharply when she finally pried his pants open and freed his throbbing 14-inch erection.

*

Susan’s nethers felt like they were on fire! Growling into the man’s lips with another fierce kiss, she pushed him onto the bed behind him and practically scampered on top of him. Still kissing the man, Susan pried at the buttons to his shirt and jacket. “Miss Storm!” Panted the man in between hungry kisses from the Amazonian woman, her deft hands quickly undoing his belt buckle. “We can’t do this, aren’t you married?” Rising to straddle his waist and narrow her eyes at the prone man under her, Susan looked over to the gold ring on her finger. Prying it off, she tossed it across the room, then grabbed the hem of the top of her dress with both hands and tore it wide open, freeing her full breasts to the air with a howl and flung the ruined fabric across the other end of the room. Finally prying his pants down and freeing his erection, Susan pulled at her panties and ripped them off. Lining herself up with him, Susan sunk down on his cock with a throaty moan and raked her fingers down his chest, ruining his shirt in the process and making the man wince.

Grinding against him and pulling her long blonde hair free, Susan tossed her hair back and forth, letting her large breasts sway with each gyration of her hips. She thought she heard him protest that she was being too rough, but at this point she couldn’t hear him. Moaning out loud, she let her tongue lol out of her mouth, letting it extend and slither down her neck to coil around one of her stiff nipples. At that moment her skin began to change, becoming murky and translucent with jutting spines that protruded from her ankles and forearms, spines lined down her back to the base of her spine where a prehensile tail grew and snapped across the room like a bullwhip.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Silencing him with a talon around his mouth, Susan growled and moaned, a second pair of arms growing under her original ones which squeezed and tweaked at her stiff nipples. Her long blond hair grew into a mass of slithering tentacles that draped down her back and shoulders while a pair of gnarled and twisted antlers formed at her forehead into a crown. With all four claws pinning the screaming man down, Susan let out a guttural moan, her mind opened to the link she shared with the rest of her hive. Across the city, she could feel her hive go through the same pleasure as she was; she could feel Alicia pinned against the wall with her leg wrapped around Greg as he thrust into her, and Lilith bent over a table while her sibling mounted her. Steve and Carl had seduced a pair of women at the game and currently were plowing them in the men’s room stalls. Three of her sons who had gone hiking currently had a group of female joggers with them in the bushes, the ladies moaning out loud from their sexual prowess. Finally, she could sense her two ‘bodyguards’ in the other room, stripped naked while a pair of models straddled their waists on the couch being egged on by the rest.

She felt primal, alive. Every spark of her being was guiding her to this moment. With her will spread out, it was as if the climax they were all building to were linked with hers. Her tail snapped back and forth, carving gouges into the walls, her large breasts heaving with every breath from her fanged lips. She was close, nearing the peak of her orgasm, her breasts sprouted tentacles that wrapped around her lover’s neck, tightening their grip while her talons raked down the walls in front of her.

Then it happened!

Bellowing out an inhuman roar, she finally climaxed, her reptilian eyes glazing over in pleasure as she felt the man under her fire off ropes of cum into her pussy… she didn’t even hear the man’s neck snap when her tentacles tightened their grip around him. Falling to her four hands, Susan panted and swooned, riding out the explosive experience until her senses returned. Arching her back, she combed her clawed fingers through her tentacles, only to stop when she realised it wasn’t her hair. Looking down at herself and the dead man underneath her, Susan screamed!

“No! How could this have happened?!” She asked herself, climbing off the corpse on the bed and looking around for her things, finding her purse and the empty vial of her anaphrodisiac. “Why didn’t it work?” She wanted to break down and cry, but before she could wail out in despair… But then she heard someone outside the bedroom do that before her. Her thoughts then turning to her two sons in the other room.

*

Barging out of the room with enough **** to take the door off its hinges, Susan was shocked by what she had found with the rest of the party. Thomas and Kevin were completely naked on the couch, in their true forms they each had a woman in their lap, gripping their arms to keep them steady as they thrust hard into them, the two models crying out in passion, too drunk on her son’s pheromones to realise what was happening. Looking down on the floor she found the rest of the women prone, either lost in post coital bliss or crying out when they felt their stomachs rapidly begin to expand, Janet being among them. Pressing her claws to her face in horror, Susan couldn’t believe her eyes, until she felt a heat rush through her middle and her stomach began to swell out in front of her.

She had to act quick, if she didn’t do something now, these women were going to die bearing her grandchildren. Looking to the barbed tip of her tail, she willed another change to her anatomy, a bulbous growth formed under the boney tip, her stinger becoming long and curved, ready to deliver the viral genetic cocktail stored within. Crouching down to her knees in front of a panicked, hyperventilating Janet, the woman looked full term and ready to burst. Looking up at the alien form of Susan, the fashion designer screamed before the stinger pierced her arm.

“Forgive me…”