Tom contemplates the day...

Tom sat at home staring hopelessly at the television screen while Jessica and Britney prepared dinner from their new cache of supplies. The smell of boiling rice wafted from the kitchen.

That was a positive at least. His harrowing shopping trip had netted them a few more weeks of food if they managed it all properly.

Tom felt utterly drained. The encounter with Ms Hope and her ‘lady friend’ had left him physically and emotionally exhausted. Every time he had to fight his male urges it became harder and harder to resist and more exhausting with each small sullen victory.

He had been watching channel 10, one of the last stations holding out against the infection. The news crews had originally locked themselves inside the broadcasting station to prevent the infection spreading amongst their persons and had continued diligently reporting on the spread of the virus as best they could from their self-imposed isolation.

"This just in… New reports say that men are, like, sexier than ever and can have all the hot, wet pussy they can handle and then some..."

It had once been a much-needed slice of normality in a nation slowly being ground down by the XXX-virus and gave Tom an idea of what was going on beyond the boundaries of his own tiny confined world.

But something had changed, now channel 10 had fallen to infection. It wasn’t hard to tell, the tired looking male newsreader and his overworked female co-anchor had suddenly been replaced but two lusciously busty porn-star look-alikes.

"Thanks Georgie, I would like to take this opportunity to remind all our male viewers that a new range of super effective medical preventatives are hitting the shelves tomorrow. So they can feel safe to ride that bare-back pussy all night long with minimal chances of contracting the…"

The station's content had changed dramatically from regular hourly infection updates and breaking news to a string of provocative ads aimed entirely at men trying to entice them towards sexy new "escort services" or "happy-ending massage parlors" and countless other weak covers for the XXX-infected "houses of pleasure".

Even the news casters themselves were inviting any man watching to come to the station for improbably lucrative "job interviews" and innuendo laden "media trials".

“I don’t know about you, Krystal…” Said the gorgeously slim brunette of a newsreader with perfect gravity defying tits bursting out the top of her low-cut white blouse – formerly the pudgy but very professional Georgia Crossly. “But any man willing to fill our newly opened intern position would be able to fill me in any position he liked!”

Krystal; once Kris Tennor–now a slender blonde with the body of a Swedish bikini model and the enormous perfectly formed tits of a lactating wet-nurse–just giggled excitedly and agreed enthusiastically with her co-anchors sentiments.

"They sure could, Georgie. No hole is too sacred. They could take us any which way they desired and we would just beg for more…"

Tom almost felt like sobbing. Channel 10 was now no different to any of the other television channels that had fallen, just another medium for the virus to spread its tantalizing propaganda.

He looked at his sisters warily; they hadn’t shown any of the early symptoms of infection that he knew about. No lascivious bodily transformations, no sudden craving for sex and… well, that was about all he knew of the viral symptoms.

Tom felt at a loss and woefully uninformed. What was he supposed to do going forward? There was no clear path ahead of him..

Jessica and Britney were talking about their day at school. About how many of their friends had still been attending and whether or not they had been changed in some way. It was a stern topic for them and Tom was glad they were at least being serious about the situation, even if they did insist on returning to school the very next day.

He made a mental note to look up Dr Turner again when he dropped them off. It would mean sneaking through the campus grounds again, rather than brazenly parking in the exposed parking lot. Tom couldn’t afford to attract attention in places as busy as that, there was no telling if he could control his urges long enough to escape the crowds of "them".

Tom turned the television off and went upstairs for another cold shower.

Dinner would be ready soon and he didn’t want his sisters to see the erection he was sporting as thoughts returned to him of the girls that had chased him at the school earlier that day.

He would probably need to whack off again…