Enter the brother

Jacob was tired and worried as he reached the apartment. It wasn’t that the drive had been a long one. The car he had permanently borrowed from their parents might be old, but it was still capable of reaching highway speeds without shaking itself to pieces. What had made it tough was needing to pull over for gas and finding out that the station attendant was a) female and b) a victim of the Strand. It wasn’t that she’d tried to get physical – not with him anyway, although she’d shamelessly fingered herself and played in front of him while talking about needing his big dick and being covered in his cum – but the constant teasing and her attempts to coax him into giving her what she’d wanted had made him waver. If the male Strand-infectee that had pulled up and given her what she wanted by unceremoniously throwing her down to drill her cunt against the hood of his car had come along just a couple seconds later, he might have fallen prey to temptation.

Being nineteen years old, Jacob might have been far enough removed from puberty to not be completely at the mercy of his hormones, but it wasn’t like he’d been prepared for busty nymphos suddenly popping up everywhere and trying to make him burst out of his pants.

That was the reason behind his trip. He could handle being away from class for a little while, until the worst of it had blown over. If society had survived the Black ****, the Spanish flu, two world wars and a couple of depressions – it could survive people becoming too horny to keep their shit together.

Yes, finding a safe spot to lay low for a while was the best thing he could do, and the apartment his older brother shared with his girlfriend fit the bill perfectly. There they’d all be safe.

“Darius? You there, man?” Jacob asked through the door as loudly as he dared in case any of the neighbours had caught the sex bug after first knocking and not getting any response.

“Hailey? It’s me, Jacob,” He tried again, not sure why he thought that would net him a different result.

“Hey, anyone home?” With the hand that wasn’t holding his duffel bag, Jacob gently pulled down the door handle. It was open. As he pushed it open and caught a first glimpse of the scene of cum-drenched mayhem that Darius and Hailey had turned their apartment into, Jacob took a deep and involuntary breath. The raw, humid scent of sex and the fluids associated with it was overwhelming.

Since little serious study had been done of the Strand, there was little hard facts known about it yet. There had however been plenty of speculation that it could be transmitted via air. At that moment, with the several big mouthfuls of air soaked with virus particles being sucked into his lungs and spreading from there throughout his system, Jacob was about to find out that this was true.

The first thing he felt was a distinct dizziness, like he’d suddenly gotten really drunk without the fun bits on the way there. That made him drop his bag and take a step back. Dazed and disoriented, with his legs being slow to respond to the impulses being fired off by his brain, it occurred to Jacob that he needed to get out of there. Acting on that thought, he began to half-walk, half-slide his way down the stairs.

****

In the last hour of random foot patrolling, Officer Cindy Swallows had found, measured and fucked six more studs in the last hour, their cum dripping off her face and tits and seeping out of her pussy and asshole, but none of them packed the amount of meat that Darius did. It wasn’t that having a sixteen-inch schlong buried down her throat didn’t do anything for her – far from it, getting her face fucked by a dick like that still made her go off like a fire hose – but those four extra inches mattered.

And that Hailey slut had been fun too, even if Cindy couldn’t help but feel that she’d been too distracted by Darius’ ginormous pussy-pleaser to really push back against her dirty talk. Next time, though, was gonna be different. A lot different. So different that sexy little whore wouldn’t know what hit her.

Her heels clicking against the pavement, Cindy’s pussy juiced harder with each step and each second since she’d last been getting dicked by a Strand-enhanced stud. Actually, there had been three of them back at that intersection ten minutes ago. Two of them to start with, then the third had come along and crammed his dick into her mouth as she was screaming from the other two double-teaming her cunt and backdoor.

Just as everything except for the need for more cock to worship and coax into unleashing huge loads of jizz all over her was starting to slip from Cindy’s mind once more, she spotted a figure come stumbling out of a nearby apartment building and looking like he was about to fall to the ground.

“Excuse me, you all right?” She might have been transformed into a hard-bodied, huge-titted bimbo whore, but Cindy was still a cop. She approached the stranger as he didn’t so much lean as fall against the side of the building and had his sweat-coated face turn a paler shade of white.

“Huh...” The man, though he looked young to need a false ID to buy booze, looked at Cindy and groaned.

“It’s fine, sir, I’m a slu…police whor.. officer,” Cindy said, her arousal getting the better of her as she concluded that actually, the guy was kind of cute. Maybe a little skinny, and definitely on the pale side at the moment, but definitely cute. Also, he looked kind of familiar, but she couldn’t quite say why that was.

“Oh. Fuck.” Glassed over though his eyes might have been, once the kid managed to get them to focus on Cindy, he went as stiff as a board.

****

Upon seeing the blonde babe standing before him in the remains of a police uniform, with ropes of cum dangling from her chin and disappearing down into the vast depth of her tanned cleavage, the dizziness and nausea that Jacob had been experiencing faded away at the blink of an eye. Not that he was really blinking, not with his eyes bulging as he found himself once more up close and personal with someone that had obviously been infected.

This time, though, things were different. Rather than being nervous and afraid, he found himself thinking that hot though she might be, she’d look even hotter impaled on his dick and screaming in bliss. Yeah, Jacob’s mind told him, that sexy slut needed to be covered in his seed.

Also, his clothes felt too small all of a sudden. Actually, way too small. And the ground felt like it was getting further away.

His shirt was the first to go, being torn apart from the inside. Well, it wasn’t like he needed it anyway. Meanwhile, his pants were starting to disintegrate at the seams. Not that he needed those either. And wow, his boxers suddenly were way too tight!

“Fuck!” Absolutely delighted with what was happening, Cindy was practically salivating at the towering stud that the kid was turning into, how his face got more ruggedly masculine, how his stature grew until he was several inches taller, and how the muscles of his arms, chest and stomach swelling caused his shirt to be ripped from his body to reveal arms as thick as legs and a granite-hard eight-pack.

Then his jeans went the way of his t-shirt, and the vision of something absolutely colossal swinging upwards from where it had been trapped to throb violently against the inside of his right leg made Cindy’s eyes go wide behind her mirrored shades.

“Fuck!” Cindy repeated as she found herself staring down at the giant slab of hard, muscular fuckmeat pointing straight at her. This time, she didn’t need her measuring tape, “You’re his brother!”

In response, Jacob just growled, his voice suddenly much darker than it had been thirty seconds ago, and his pair of balls – each easily bigger than one of Cindy’s fists – came together before his pisshole winked at her and a jet of precum exploded from it to douse the front of her tied-together shirt.

“Twenty-inch monstercock!” Cindy cried out, rubbing her soaked pussy through her thong as Jacob started to advance towards her, “That’s a fucking twenty-inch MONSTERCOCK!!!!”

“And you’re a sizequeen whore,” Jacob’s voice rumbled as he reached out and tore Cindy’s shirt open without barely needing to use his muscles at all, laying bare her huge, round tits capped by glass cutter hard nipples.

“Sizequeen cumwhore!” Cindy insisted, nearly cumming at the ease with which this freshly minted mega-stud ripped her thong apart and tossed it aside, “And what are you gonna do about it, you three-legged freak?”

Jacob’s teeth showed, and three seconds after that, Cindy found herself with her tits pressing down on the hood of a parked car and her legs spread. She was also having her pussy lips reshaping themselves round the crown of the stud’s mammoth dong as he pushed it inside her. Once he had, he thrust forwards as hard as he could.

“FUCK!!!” Girlcum was ricochetting off the hood of the car as Cindy had one hell of an orgasm in response to her pussy being packed with about twelve inches of hulking, vein-ridged monstercock. Three seconds later, that number had grown to fifteen. A few gushers of girlcum later, and it was eighteen.

“Whore!” Firing off bursts of precum into the wild stream of juices trying to pour out of the cunt that he was stuffing, Jacob made Cindy accommodate him to the hilt. Then he pulled back, with all those fluids following out after him before plugging the leak all over again with his dick.

“Yes!” Cindy shrieked, rutting back against the humongous fuckpiece invading her. Length wasn’t everything, girth mattered too. And this piece of meat had both those qualities in abundance. As her next climax hit her and the stud drove forwards hard a second time, Cindy felt like the luckiest slut in all the world.

“Fucking whore!” Jacob shouted, his cock dripping wet as he pulled back eight inches and brought them back in again.

“YES!!!!” Cindy got louder, “Whore for your cock!”

“Jacob!” The sound of a familiar voice calling out his name barely registered with Jacob, who made Cindy take it again.

“All units!” Activating her radio, Cindy talked into it, “This is Cindy Swallows, and I’ve got my pussy stretched on the biggest fucking MONSTERCOCK you’ll ever see!”

“Jacob!” The voice called out again. Yes, it was definitely familiar. And no, Jacob didn’t look up from what he was doing.