Resistance, Or Lack Thereof

Sarah could simply not comprehend what had happened. In a single morning her family had been destroyed, mutated and taken away from her. It seemed as if the world was burning with a fiery madness. The cause of the disaster was not known and was never found out by any human. It happened so fast and so widespread that the world was consumed within a day. No effective response was formed, the armies of earth in the 22nd century earth were based on energy and they were struck down mysteriously by a widespread lack of power. All the power in the world had been sucked away somehow. Cities were dark the following night and few cars worked save for the solar powered variety. A few geothermal plants around the world managed to stay online, and wind power was unaffected. But any power source not drawing from naturally present energy was made inert. The world was left in the dark to burn.

Another reason for the lack of response was the intense overproduction of hormones and pheromones in the mutants which left most humans unable to fight back as their senses were overloaded. By the morning after on Saturday July 17th, only a few scattered remnants of humanity remained. Sarah was one of the few survivors; she was not taken that day by the madness that had overcome the women.

She spent most of the 16th wandering aimlessly. She had reached her car in the driveway and driven off, and it at least afforded some form of protection from the mutants. The mutants were strong, but even they knew better than to get in the way of a car. A few times some had managed to crack the windows on the side but none had gotten in. Sarah ignored them if she could, her only aim was to reach open country or another sparsely inhabited area and hide.

At night it seemed as though the mutants disappeared, retreating indoors to probably form their lairs and wait for morning. She drove aimlessly at night through the seemingly empty city, her path lit only by the lights of the car. The buildings were so high they blocked out the sky, they stretched upwards beyond her sight into nothingness. No stars were visible and the moon was hidden. In the darkness all hope faded.

On the Saturday the 17th, just after sunrise she witnessed hordes of multi-breasted women emerge from hiding and strike out once again upon the world. Everyone of every race, age or walk of life was taken. The young grew old and the old grew younger until they became an age that averaged between 20-30 years. In this second wave of attacks all the remaining humans of the planet were consumed by the mutation save 5 people. Sarah and her fellow survivors were the 5 humans left, though they didn’t know it at the time. They had taken refuge on the city limits and had been fortunate to stay hidden. They had had only one close call since the disaster began, and that was when a 6th survivor had been taken. It was also then as the 6th last human in the world was mutated that Sarah found out where all the men had gone.

His name had been Mario, he was of Spanish decent. When he was taken Sarah, him and 4 others had taken refuge in an old parking garage on the outskirts of the metropolis, hoping to escape detection and await rescue. Rescue never came, as the whole world was gone by noon on Saturday. 2 mutants were nearby the garage ministrating each others breasts and engaging in playful sexual frolic. When the mutants had nothing to hunt they tended to play sexual games with each others tits and scout for the main body. Mario came across them by accident as he looked for food that morning and was attacked. The others at the camp heard his muffled screaming and Sarah was sent to go find him.

When she found him the hair had fallen off his legs and his dick had retreated into his body. He was fast becoming a woman. Mario’s waist shrunk, his facial features became soft and pleasant and his body became rounder and curvier. He developed a round women’s ass and a thin waist and long dark hair with grey eyes and big luscious lips. Most noticeably he grew 2 great big breasts which grew to the size of beach balls. As she rubbed her new breasts during their growth Sarah saw gusts of white liquid emerging from Mario’s long distended nipples. Rivers of it flowed down the sides of he massive boobs. When Mario finished transforming she pursued Sarah into an abandoned pharmacy until Sarah was able to trap her in a medicine closet. As Mario screamed and howled and threw her giant tits against the medicine closet door with loud slapping sounds in a furious attempt to get free, Sarah began to hear other women in the distance answering the calls pf their imprisoned sister.

At first Sarah didn’t want to run away. When Mario had transformed and started pursuing her she had barely been able to take her eyes away from Mario’s gigantic new breasts. She stared as the mutant that was Mario got up from her heap of tattered men’s clothes and seduced her from afar with a bombardment of pheromone emissions. In her mind Sarah could see herself rubbing and hugging the hefty breasts of her once fellow man and drinking great swathes of the liquid from the dark engorged nipples. Before she came to her senses Sarah almost succumbed to a passionate fury of masturbation and nearly welcomed one of Mario’s great boobs with open arms. Shrugging this off however, her more primal instincts for survival waged war on the euphoria and won out. She bolted away just before taking the mutant’s nipple in her mouth.

Now she was facing that again, but with a door between her and Mario it made it easier to run and she returned to the camp where her four friends were and warned them that they had to leave. Mario, once freed by other mutants, would surely expose their position and come with others to take them.

With haste they climbed in Sarah’s solar car with a fully charged battery for night driving and fled along the first country road they saw.