Adapt, change, improvise

Whatever happens you need to make sure that the evacuation is triggered as planned. The Organization is determined and clever, but more importantly they’re sad. You used to be one of them, so you know. The thought of them living their dull flavorless lives pursuing their single minded goal of destroying SISSIES is more than you can bear. They should be living lives filled with pleasures they can’t even imagine. They need to be helping you spread SISSIES until the entire world is infected.

Still… what can you do to make all of your dreams come true? You need that evacuation to get triggered. The distraction outside is a coordinated effort with thousands of sissies, if that didn’t even work then you can’t imagine what external threat would trigger an evacuation. Wait! That might be it… what if the threat was coming from the inside? You need to act quickly! After a quick discussion with Milly and Tina you’re dismayed to find that you have somehow drawn the short straw. Gulp.

You can barely bear to squeeze your delicious body into such boring clothes again. The jumpsuit barely hints at the bounty of cleavage you possess and the baggy bottoms are concealing your long smooth legs. You glance back and are at least happy to see that it can’t entirely erase the shape of your round ass. You’re not entirely sure what it’s even supposed to be. Who’d want to hide so much skin? You hate even putting it on, but not as much as you’d hate yourself for letting the poor members of the Organization continue suffering.

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You enter the lunchroom looking like a janitor, you’re so ashamed. You feel like a prude! If Susan could see what you’re wearing right now you know that she’d be disappointed. She didn’t infect you so you could walk around dressed like this! Sorry Susan, but it’s for a good reason. Swearsies! You’re going to do your best to make her proud. Look at their bodies, you want to infect them all!

You can’t believe you’re doing it even as it happens. You take a deep breath as you walk towards the center of the break area. You find a square table with three diners and set your knee on the edge then crawl to the middle. They’re looking at you like you’ve grown two extra heads. You yell for everyone’s attention “I need to suck some fucking cocks!” it works. God, you’re so embarrassed standing in front of everyone totally covered like this! “A boom boom boom boom boom” you try to sing as you pull the zipper down the front of the jumper letting your breasts spill out. Being topless feels so much better! You kick the lunch in front of you into a man’s lap and turn to the woman beside you “Do you like these? I bet you don’t have cannons like this! Pow pow pow!” You have everyone’s attention now, security is already converging on your location. You don’t have long! You pull the zipper lower staring into the woman’s eyes “I bet they make you want to suck a thick infected cock. Lucky you, I have one right…” you pull the zipper lower and drop the suit so she can see your cock hanging limply between your thighs her pupils dilate encouraging you as you triumphantly conclude “HERE!”

You hear the FZZZT! of a taser before everything goes black.