Chapter 5: Transformation

Carlos woke up in a sweat. His body was incredibly warm, almost hot. But at least the heat seemed to lessen the pain from his muscles and bones.

Looking around, he wasn't sure how long he'd been out. They never installed clocks in the Sucker dorms. Suckers were retrieved and escorted to their shifts, and they were always eager and willing. There were no TV shows or radio programs more enticing than getting fucked or sucking someone's cock.

Sitting up on the bed, he was annoyed to find his mustache and body hair had fallen out while he slept, now their were little black hairs all over the bed and floor. Even as sweaty as he was he could tell his skin felt softer. Looking in the mirror showed his broad shoulders had shrunk a little. His muscles were softer, his nipples pointed out more and were darker and wider. His hips were noticeably wider, and his belly fat was significantly diminished. He leaned forward and examined his eyes, they were nearly completely pink.

His eyes went down to his manhood. Now only 3-4 inches, he tried to getting hard in a feeble attempt to prolong the change. He tried stimulating his cock like he usually did, conjuring up images of sexy babes, topless waitresses, and big-assed Mexican ladies. He was excited when his penis started to harden. He was thinking about how happy it made him that he could still get hard, despite the virus. That he was jacking off his hard cock. Indeed his penis had fully stiffened, as hard as it had ever gotten. It's such a good feeling to jack off my cock. It's so hard and warm. He found enjoyment in feeling his heartbeat. The more he thought about his cock, or just cock in general the closer he came to orgasm.

He felt the bed come up from below him before he realized he had flopped back onto the bed.

Carlos's thoughts turned to his cock shooting ropes of jizz into an awaiting mouth. And with that thought, specifically of cum, he began ejaculating onto his own body. He let out an uncontrollable, rather loud and high-pitched, moan.

He slammed his hand over his mouth in a futile attempt at stopping the moan. His situation came rushing back to him in a flash. He remembered he was naked, probably on camera, and had just masturbated and the worst part was the girly moan he just let out. Despite masturbating on camera and jizzing on himself, the most embarrassing thing to him was the moan.

Carlos wasn't proud of how long it took to realize the hand on his mouth was covered in his own cum. He felt disgusted when his brain caught up to his actions. He tried to stand up to use the shower and clean himself up, but even the act of sitting up was difficult. He felt suddenly groggy, the orgasm draining his strength and making him sleepy.

Carlos passed out again, this time splayed out on the bed, covered in cum.