You slip into an airport bar.

A little vacation sounds nice. Somewhere nice and warm where inhibitions are low and visitors come from everywhere. Still you realize you have a little problem. Your powers of illusion have grown truly impressive, but they are still illusion. To fly you'll a scannable drivers license or passport.

You enter into the Bluesky Bar and kick back on a stool. They have the local news from The infected city on. You smile, this might be must see TV.

The anchorwoman licks her lips, she is sweating. She is reading the teleprompter, but her eyes have a glassy look.

"In this crisis the Mayor has asked that everyone remain calm. Ooo. The police and army will soon restore order. Ooo. And, oh! And, the government is working non-stop on a vaccine."

The crowd looks puzzled by the anchowoman's behavior. You, however, know exactly what is going on. You can feel their lust. The anchowoman sitting at the ornate desk reading the news is dressed formally, but only from the waist up. Below her waist she is naked and one of your sisters. Is attending her sex. In just a moment the fun is going to start.

"You are urged. Oh, oh my. You are urged...Ooo, Ooo, Oh!"

You see the anchorwoman's eyes close and open as red vertical slits. Already her breasts are growing, and will soon to burst from that silly formal top.

"Mmm, you are urged to stay inside, because that is the best place for fucking, and me or one of my brothers or sisters will be with you shortly." She licks her lips her tongue lengthening as she does it.

You laugh as the picture goes to a test screen. To your right, you notice a rather plain, slightly overweight girl. She had been completely absorbed in the broadcast, only your laugh and the test screen seem to snap her out of it. You exit the bar. The plain girl follows surreptitiously behind you.

After walking outside into a quiet part of the airport you turn and confront your tail.