It's good to be home

*Whack!*

Not realising your new "height" your head hit the top of the doorway, luckily it only felt like a small tap, but it was still embarrassing.

*Creeeeeak*

Also, your slight inattention suddenly crushed the turning doorknob. Opening your colossal red claws, shards of metal in crumpled pieces, fell through your fingers to jangle on the cement.

It was one thing after another with you today. First it was the clothes at the motel, then the car's centre console and now this... You decided to take the time to become accustomed to your newfound strength. You didn't want to hurt others or yourself mistakenly, you wouldn't forgive yourself otherwise.

Ducking under the doorway you head into what was now your room; your parents had renovated the autoshop that used to be here. They had planned for an air bnb, before you decided you needed your space and moved down here, it was what you wanted anyway. It resembled more of a loft, with a bed, kitchen and bathroom all in the one room. The floors had been changed out from cement to hardwood, it was the only thing that they had deemed necessary as the "industrial" look was now "in", so the walls gave off a brick and mortar type feel.

Balloons and well wishing cards were scattered along your kitchen's granite top, frowning, you just remembered it was your birthday today(1:34AM). There was even a chocolate cake too, your favourite, they must've been waiting for you when all the craziness happened, just where were they now?

Rubbing your eyes in worry you noticed a note left behind, probably by your parents. Feet click clacking along the wooden floor, you approach the slip of paper before bringing it before you. A meriad of emotions cross your face as you read it's contents, it wasn't good. Apparently, your father had gone fishing out of town and would be back tomorrow morning. It made sense too, as they weren't expecting you till early the next morning. Your mother also, had gone to her friend's house for their weekly yoga sessions, thankfully her friend only lived a street down. They should've left this note incase you got back before them,they we're always this meticulous when doing things. It was both a blessing and curse, especially for you, it was one of the reasons why you moved down here.

Letting the paper fall from your grasp, you follow it fall to the floor. That's when you spy the mess you've made since coming in. A dripping trail of pre cum has led it's way here from the doorway. It looked especially nuanced against the wooden floors, least it was easy to clean up. A few paper towels would do the job.

But this brought to light your disheveled state, or more importantly your sexual fluid smeared torso. There was still juices there from the succubus that infected you and Julia also, not even to mention your own. You needed a shower, and urgently.

After cleaning your body of the sweat,grime and cum, you felt more normal. With a towel wrapped body and slight wet sheen, you walk over to the dresser behind your bed's headstand. Being as gentle as possible while using small motions, you collect a pair of elastic short sweatpants. This would be all that would fit you for now. At least if your parents came home, they wouldn't come in to find you naked. That would be one less blow for their minds as you explain your situation.

After gingerly putting on your sweats, which didn't conceal the fact you now had an enormous schlong. You walked over to the kitchenette to get a drink of water. Due to your large clawed hands, gripping anything smaller than a pitcher was made insanely hard, moreso impossible. This led you to finding a empty water jug in the cupboard under the sink. After a few fills and refills, you felt sufficiently satiated, it seemed like you could still feel things like "thirst". Was this only unique to you, or was this the same for all infected?

You couldn't feel it as of yet, but your pants had started to sag on your legs. This was from the semen that was continuing to spill out of your infected cock. Looking at the huge expanding stain, you likened it's problem to a weeping wound that constantly seeps. Maybe if you drained it enough it would settle down.

"Oh shit", you muttered in annoyance, when you saw the mess your cum was making in your sweatpants. It seemed more gel like too, being able to stretch into strings as you pulled on your waistband outwards. It does make sense in a way. Just picture it, being more adhesive probably made the virus spread faster. It had less likely of a chance to "not" to infect someone who was targeted. Mutations were a scary thing.

"I'll just take care of this first", you decide with a firm voice. It should relieve the excess leakage from your phallus. Using the palm of your hands, you roll the elastic band of your sweats down to your calves. It was the only way you wouldn't rip your pants.

You had tried not to pay too much attention to your new equipment, but now, you finally had a moment to have a clear look. It had grown in size, that much was obvious. But what made it different now was the weird undulations pulsating along its length as it twitched. It almost seemed.... Alive. For lack of a better word. If it wasn't attached to your body you'd think it was a seperate entity. The closet thing you could think of was the eggs from the movie "Alien". Just the way they moved as if they sensed a presence nearing. The rippling of the outer shell was eerily reminiscent of what was happening now.

Your mind may not be corrupted yet, but your body sure was. As you made contact with the base of your cock, tingles and desire bubbled up within you. Like a new found toy, you tentivelly envelope your thicker girth, getting comfortable with the hot and heavy sensation coming from it. Your powerful grip made the feel pleasant, and oddly satisfying. Wet slicking sounds escaped the grasp of your hand as you moved along it's length and back. Spurts of infected pre dripped and dangled from your angry red urethra. It came like clockwork, as you moved your hand from your base to the end in repetitive motions.

A picture of your family caught your eye. It was taken a few years back when you were at the beach. You all looked much happier then. Your father still had most of his hair colour and bulky build, a product of working in a garage and playing sports as a youth. And your mother, she hadn't changed too much now to what she looked like back then. You loved the way her fire red hair framed her pixie like face. She also had a somewhat curvy body, she had praised herself that it made her look more approachable. She always used to say to people that, "it's just more of me to love my family with".

But what seemed an innocent enough photo then, looked different to you now. You couldn't help admire, the way the one piece that she was wearing clung to her curves. Imperceptibly, your hand and breathe quickened in response. You weren't masturbating faster due to seeing your mother's half naked form.....yes, that was right. It was just your body responding to its biological needs, nothing more. But this was a lie you were telling yourself in that moment, it would become clear in the future which was true.