Library

Library

"Well?" Erika asked.

"I say take the library!" Erikstan shouted from the back, still watching his empty dripping corridor, fully engaged with his squad now.

Erika looked at Katie sliding on a pair of blue latex gloves, "I'll do whatever the fuck you tell me to commander." Reaching up to adjust her ponytail.

"I think we should go to the library too." Richardson whispered quietly, aware of his own hypocrisy.

"Now hold on just a second! You'll happily take our suggestions but you're refusing to help?! Fuck that! That van is university property, you're not taking it anywhere without one of us and our permission!" Shouted the volleyball coach, having no qualms about yelling at a bunch of armed personnel.

*thud* came startling a noise at the barricaded courtyard door. Silence was held as through the uneven stacked chairs, sun-kissed supple skin was pressed up against the glass door. A small face, thin lips, bright white smile and big straight long brunette hair that looked warm with the sun radiating its color.

Her happy square face held everyone's attention as she pressed her plump warm breasts against the glass creating a gentle creek, enjoying the pressure placed on and around her small nipples. Through a hazed look she looked at each of the survivors and Ruby Tuesday almost projecting her inner thoughts of brutal anal destruction with her hungry deep coffee brown eyed stare.

Narrow fingers lightly traced over the glass searching optimistically for gaps or structural weakness, anything to justify striking viciously against the door.

"Are they all like that?" Katie asked the frightened remaining occupants, "everyone… and I mean like literally everyone." Shakily replied to the student in the blue hoodie.

"That's…or was rather Maise our DS. (defensive specialist)" said the coach sadly, watching her heavy assets glide up and down the glass, like she was trying to get herself off in front of them, fogging up the glass with audibly lewd breaths.

Erika sighed, taking out her tablet. "Our mission is to get to the town's hospital that is non-negotiable, so if you think you're coming with us to escape I'm sorry but we can't. However if you want our protection, we can try and keep you safe, but I'm making no guarantees. And as for permission to take your van we can do whatever we want if we believe it serves our mission."

"You!" Erika snapped her fingers at the student in the blue hoodie, "What's your name? Who has the keys? And which direction is this library?"

***

"YOU'RE SUCH A STUPID ASSHOLE!!!" Peter yelled at his brother Mason as he threw another book at his black haired futa Liberian's head, wearing only her light pink shirt and blazer. They had both climbed on top of the bookshelves in an effort to escape their ceaseless appetite for new holes, "I'm sorry! I couldn't leave her behind!" Mason yelled back.

"YOU LET HER FUCK ALL OF OUR FRIENDS!!!"

"What if there's a cure?! How am I supposed to live with myself knowing I could have saved her!?"

Peter kept chucking as many books as he could at his less than fazed librarian, her tits still swelling due to recent conversion. Her speech was also beginning to fade as the dong between her legs grew in rapid stages, "yoU bOyS loOk… soFt" she mumbled as her shirt finally exploded with jelly like tits breaching through.

"We'll have to split up, you run for the left exit, I'll run for the right!" Peter shouted, wasting no time after he ran out of books to throw.

Mason was left in frustration watching his more athletically gifted brother jump steadily from column to column further away from him. "Shit!" He was thinking to himself, for a while now he thought that maybe his brother was done with him, he did after all lock three of his friends in a room with his butt hungry girlfriend.

He could still vividly picture her pounding away on one against the door, the sound was so monstrously violent he refused to accept that his sweet short slightly chubby cardigan loving girlfriend was breaking backs and making throats sing.

Mason wobbled to his feet taking one final look at Miss Shorey, her thighs swelling up, tearing the black tight skirt she wore before grasping her lively semi to pump it solid.

"I'm sorry miss!"

He leapt from one column then another but his balance was off on the third, sending him plummeting to ground hard on his head. To the side of him there was a book on the bottom shelf about the importance of safe sex, neatly written in red on the spine. He groaned in pain on the thin smelly carpet rolling onto his back touching the side of his head for possible bleeding, terrified at the prospect of blood.

Blinking multiple times at the light shining through the glass skylight, during one of those blinks a green eyed brunette stood upside down above him. A round face with big cheeks, "Taylor?" He muttered, seeing her sweet face stuck in a blank frown looking down at him, still just a hint of her candy perfume left on her skin escaping from the thick layer of sweat and odor acquired from terrorising the straight boys and girls.

In a causal motion she moved her small feet either side of his face. The virus having been good to her, massive mammaries would ruin her already short stacked physic, instead her beautiful thighs were smooth to no crease, her waist was a curved set of love handles, built for sex, brutal passionless seeking corruption.

For just a moment Peter had his girlfriend back, such a quiet gentle soul who loved to take long hours in her day to lose herself in a good book. He had promised her dad he was going to be good to her and not distract her during study hours.

All that just from looking at her, how unfortunate it was when she leant down he was reminded how far she'd gone. All lubed up at the end ready to go, a steady amount of pressure she applied to his mouth, scaring him into a slight open.

All the room she needed, the weight of her wide hips crashed into his nose and forehead, pinning him against the floor glubbing like a fish fighting this pulsing phthalic snaking its way deep beyond his throat, no matter how much he gagged on it no reflex could defend against such a monster.

As he turned bright red he attempted to scream, wasting more oxygen he couldn't afford to lose. *glark*glark*glark* he sang as Taylor's wide hips assaulted him from above, **** to stare at her belly button as it raised and lowered upon his face while her big pink balls slapped at his throat.

She didn't even stop to look at him, he was nothing to her now but a warm soft throat that would only do for a short while. Managing a half smile and a twitch in her left eye she began to nut deep inside him, clenching her round peach to offer furious thrusts sounding more gooey with every passing second.

Used unceremoniously by his girlfriend she let cum erupt all over his face, **** and swallowing her tundra of ejaculate, forcing him to blackout.

***

"Left or right Bradley!" Erika shouted at the student.

"Every way is going to be crawling with those things." He replied, keeping his hands to himself and neck down to avoid any dripping corridors.

Erika rolled her eyes, regretting already bringing everybody along. Making an executive decision she moved to the left contemplating the rest of the mission, realising she had made her squad an even bigger source of attention.

'I'm not ready for command? What the hell were they thinking? Couldn't we just focus on containment first? What if we encounter more civilians, I can't say no to helping them after helping these guys already.'

Further back Katie had just got done looking over most of the students skin, checking for any abnormalities. As they walked past large windows she could see a student in the reflection behind her, fixated with staring at her from behind. Swiftly she turned round spotting the sweaty male student not breaking his gaze on Katie's uniformed ass.

"Excuse me, young man hello?" She asked, snapping her latex fingers. The student looked up momentarily, extremely tired and sweaty before sinking his eyeline back to Katie's short legged rump. For a young man his hips were rather noticeably wide, his hair reasonably short and messy but still in need of a haircut, his hands also seemed peculiar; one was puffy and small the other was longer and thinner.

Katie was out of her depth in terms of treatment, she had been pissed off with the way they were treating civilians at checkpoints at the mountain passes, but given the situation was expanding beyond control Katie sought this mission as her best option to learn how to treat people more effectively.

Erikstan had also noticed the boy, however he was positioned at the back and noticed his phat ass cheek peeking out from a tear in his jeans at the bottom, when he heard Katie confirm he was a young man he pulled away from looking, though it looked so fine stretched out in those pants. He couldn't help draw himself back into the sway it was starting to give off, the bounce too like it was begging to be set free.

Suddenly…