Mrs Hope changes into something new...

Pamela Hope was a mess.

...and not the type of mess she wanted to be, no. What she needed to be. Her body since catching the XXX-infection had always craved a man's baby batter in any way she could take it. Filling her sweet mouth, bursting down her narrow throat, firing deep into her tight ass and clenching pussy or even blasting across the skin of her seductively gorgeous face, mammoth tits or smooth trim belly. She had even licked it out of her long curling chocolate brown locks of hair on more than one occasion.

There had been days when the men she ensnared had positively glazed her body in their manly seed and she had basked deliciously in every moment of it, loving it and egging them on for more, leading them all to greater heights of depravity in her need for her next fix of hot jism. She had been bathed in it and it had been glorious!

Those days seemed far in the past now as she groaned, curling up into a feverish ball of pain on the floor of the Brown's living room not ten feet from where her prize stud was rolling a cum-addled brunette slut off of his pussy-juice soaked face and slippery, still throbbing, steel rod of a cock.

He looked every bit as feverish as she felt, his eyes wild and red rimmed, his rippling body slick with beading perspiration and the juices of several different infected women now. Some small part of her idly wondered what strain he would end up catching. There was quite the selection in the room now; Crafty Bimbos like herself and the red-head Tania with their giant over-ripe tits on runway model perfect frames, Skanks like the two escorts who used their tart smelling pussy pheromones to draw a man like a bee to honey and whatever that thick thighed, big bootied, cow of a gymnastics teacher was... some kind of Mammazon? It didn't matter, he was done for and now it was only a matter of time...

She wanted to reach for him, lay out languorously to offer herself to him in the lacy white lingerie she had picked out especially for him. But the little pink bows and the matching, racy cupless bra would all be wasted on him in his current state. She couldn't even move for the horrendous cramping in her very core and he was in deep, so very deep. It was a good thing his sisters had wisely retreated to her home next door because right now, any hole was good for a fucking... any hole but Pamela Hopes apparently.

The room reeked of hot sex and bodily fluids had been liberally splashed throughout with little concern for what surface, material or even body part might need to be cleaned up later. Pamela wanted to roll in it like a bitch dog in heat, wallow in it like a filthy horny sow, coat her entire being in it so that she might just get some small, second-hand taste of what she really craved; Tom's seed.

The pain within her was darkening her vision, narrowing it down to a tunnel and at the end of that tunnel was him and him alone. She could feel it twisting within her, a startling awareness washing through her as baptising flames of the pain consuming her. Like a blinding revelation it was suddenly clear...

She didn't need just any mans seed, she needed his seed! Tom's potent, alpha seed!!

His glorious, endlessly erupting manhood would be the alter at which she worshiped! How could she not realize it, after all this time? Of course she had chased him, she had fixated on him instead of searching out other men to sate her endless hunger. Of course she had because she needed to serve him, be his entirely from the moment she woke until the moment she passed out deliriously full of his molten cum. To be stuffed full with it! To grow fat with it... fat with his... babies?!

The pain in her core was beginning to ebb and her sore muscles, so tightly wound up into knots began to relax and she felt it. An emptiness inside begging to be filled... Pamela Hope felt her womb open to Tom Brown, to the very idea of him, to the idea of him breeding her like a prize bitch...

And. She. Loved. It.

The XXX-virus had mutated with in her, she could recognise that and now she was host to an entirely new and unknown strain of the potent virus... or rather she was Mother to a new strain and each girl she could infect with it would be a new daughter for her to offer up to him as one should, making an offering to that which they worshiped and served. She would be the mother to a new generation, queen of her own horny hive and he would be her lord and master, he would be her alpha, he would be her King.

This endless litany of thoughts culminated in a long groan leaving Pamela's mouth as her body tightened up again but this time with a low moan of deep, soul rending, orgasmic pleasure that strummed through every fiber of her physical being. She was his new strain of XXX-infected; in this new world of endless rutting without procreation she was his new Breeder Strain.

Now all she had to do was help him through his fever and sexual mania, help him embrace the craving, battle the transformative infection within him and become the man she knew him to be...

On shaky long white stockinged legs, a new Pamela Hope rose. Breathing in his pungent musk she let out her breath with a pleasure filled shudder. She was ready to be his at long last!

She was READY!