Chloe

The door swung open fully, and Chloe stepped into the room. Mark’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her; the transformation was complete. Reaching the final stage of Day Three, her proportions had fully ballooned, easily surpassing size 100 and stretching her clothes to their absolute structural limits. Her skin was heavily flushed, and a thin, steady trickle of fluid escaped her lips, completely unheeded from both sets based on the large wet spot on her barely fitting sweatpants. Her eyes were wide, glassy, and entirely devoid of the annoyed sisterly glare she usually gave him.

They were locked onto him with a voracious, hyper-focused intensity."Mark..." Chloe gasped out, her voice dropping into a thick, breathless purr that sounded completely foreign. She took a heavy, uncoordinated step toward his bed, her ultra-sensitive chest rising and falling rapidly with her labored breathing. She gripped the bedpost for support, her hands trembling as a powerful wave of libido rolled through her frame. "I tried to stay in my room. I tried to block it out," she whispered, her gaze tracking over his face and shoulders with a desperate, magnetic hunger. "But the broadcasts were right. I can't think about anything else. I can't even think straight. Every time I close my eyes, it's just you."

Mark sat perfectly still on the edge of the mattress, watching the fierce conflict play out across her features. She had spent her entire life as a proud lesbian, viewing him as nothing more than a bothersome brother to bicker with. Now, the virus had completely rewired her psychology, turning her deep-seated resentment into a driving, uncontrollable fixation.

"Chloe, you're in the final stage," Mark said quietly, keeping his voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through his own veins."I know," she murmured, taking another step closer until she was standing right in front of him, her massive, newly altered curves practically radiating heat. The sheer physical presence of her was overwhelming. She looked down at him, her resistance entirely gone by the infection, leaving only a blank, total devotion to the man she had detested just twenty-four hours ago. "I don't care anymore. My mind... and body they belong to you now."