An Easy Mistake To Make

Deirdre swept her hand up and across her brow, wiping the slime spurted across her from her face before it could make contact with her own bodily membranes. She darted past Swanson to the rapidly closing door, leaping through in time to find herself in a crowded chamber with half a dozen others. The door slammed shut, and a hissing sound filled the room. In the distance, loud grunts and moans of lust could be heard from the laboratory.

A gruff voice barked out. "Alright! Everyone knows decontamination procedures. Queue up and be ready to change."

Deirdre idly scratched the side of her cheek as she wondered how to sneak past the inevitable identity checks that would accompany decontamination. It was an old habit she developed in high school and was no longer even aware of. It was for that reason that she remained entirely oblivious to the virus as it slipped into the tiny scratch she made in her cheek and began to creep into her bloodstream.

Stood there, packed in the centre of the room, Deirdre began to shake. The sounds... was somebody slapping up against the door, banging up against it? Was someone fucking that close? Why was the guy behind her pushing so close to her ass? Why did it feel so hot in here?

Even without its usual vector, the virus spread rapidly throughout her system. Within moments of first noticing her increased heat, her labia began to swell and spread, her cunt moistening in readiness for cock.Every sex gland in her body surged into maximum activity as the virus hijacked her reproductive system, increasing her heart rate and blood pressure, forcing infected blood into more and more portions of her body. Her nipples swelled huge and red, her salivary glands burst into maximum production, her breasts swelled slightly as the first signs of lactation began. Finally as the blood barriers formed by her various bodily membranes were overcome by the virus, every fluid in her body turned imperceptibly pinkish and infectious. Within her irises, blood vessels began to pop redly into view.

She grabbed the man behind her and kissed him furiously, then yanked at another, licking his face and drooling across his nose and eyes as she pulled at his groin. Some crazed urge within her wanted to taste, suck, feel, touch every one of the men around her, to be torn apart by them, fucked by every last one, fucked and fucked and...

... and no more than 30 seconds after initial infection, Deirdre's higher brain functions shut down entirely. Deirdre had transformed from a bright, happy, and vivacious young woman to a relentless fucking machine, even now ripping away her clothes as the men around her began to respond to their own sudden overwhelming urges.

The organising elements in the room attempted to gain control of the situation, but with so many bodies packed in such close proimity, it was virtually impossible to intervene and more were infected with every passing moment. The decontaminant hissed uselessly into the chamber filled with victims, several of whom were now frantically fucking Deirdre's holes. One violently rammed her surprisingly-large tits together and started fucking those. One spurted his cum in her cunt and, roaring in triumph, spun around, spraying his fellows with yet more infected juices. A female lab tech, who had pinned herself in the corner as the outbreak began, was pounced upon by infected males and within moments was being lifted into the air and assfucked brutally, as she cried out in unexpected red-rimmed joy at the intrusion into her newly-infected body.

By the time the automated decontamination process was complete 10 minutes later, every single man and woman within the room was infected. And then, with a quiet squeal, the door out of the decontamination chamber rolled open.