They get the news

It hadn’t been a good night for Kelly. She tossed and turned in her big, empty bed. Everything felt too hot-feverishly hot, and there was an aching hardness in her new appendage that she didn’t know what to do with. Her dreams were vague, flat and horrifying. She awoke several times, gasping and clawing at the sheets of her bed, sweat rolling down her back and soaking through her pyjamas. It became so uncomfortable that she had to remove her pants, remove her underwear and sleep naked from the waist down, a pillow between her legs for her to light hump in her thin-restless sleep.

Jack had similarly struggled to find rest. He spent most of the night starring at the ceiling, sick with worry about what was going to happen to his mom. The surreality of her change was one thing-the mind could only grasp so much, but there came with a host of worries about her health, about what else would change. Because the truth was, his mom was the only family Jack had. It would destroy him if something happened to her.

When breakfast came the next morning, they both looked worse for wear, but both of them played it off for the sake of the other. They were trying to awkwardly talk around the situation when Kelly’s phone came to life with a text from Dr Smith, asking for her to come into the clinic immediately to talk about the test results. Kelly looked terrified, while Jack simply held her hand.

Dr Smith was waiting for them in her office, sitting behind her desk. She looked grave and her skin was a slaty colour.

“Have you come into contact with anyone else?” She asked by way of greeting.

Kelly recoiled. “N-no, I’ve only left the house to come here.”

She nodded, looked to Jack. “And you?”

“I haven’t left her side.”

The doctor considered him for another moment. “How have you been feeling, Jack? Any irregularities?”

“No?” The young man frowned. “I’m worried for my mom, but other than that…”realisation settled over him, “what, you think it might be a disease, that my mom has?”

“I know that it’s a disease,” she replied automatically. “A mutative virus, the likes of which we’ve never seen before,” her cold stare came to rest on Kelly, “and your mother is patient zero.”

Kelly felt like she was going to throw up. She just knew that it was something horrible, something ugly and freakish and even as fear raced through her being, her new cock couldn’t help but twitch in her jeans.

Jack recovered first, fierce as always. “Well, what does that mean? What’s gonna happen to my Mom?”

“I can’t say,” Smith replied, blandly. “I’ll need to run more tests, speak with a few of colleagues…normally I’d have your mom in an isolation chamber under 24/7 care, but things have become complicated.”

Kelly felt her hand go to her throat. “Complicated how?”

Dr Smith regarded them both for a moment from across her desk, and then stood up. To their great surprise, Dr Smith was naked from the waist down, and sitting above where her vagina ought to be, an urgent cock sprang forth with two egg sized testicles hanging beneath.

“We have a problem…”