They hide

“I think they’ve moved on,” Kelly said without turning around. She was standing by the front window of veterinarian clinic they had taken shelter in, the early morning breeze catching her hair and making it dance lightly.

“You should step away from the window,” Jack said. He was riffling his way through one of the medicine cabinets, trying to find anything that might be useful for humans.

She turned to him, her face a blank mask. Ever since they had escaped the strange hospital something had changed about her, she had grown quiet and thoughtful yet moved with an easy confidence that reminded Jack of a big cat. He didn’t know what to make of it.

“I think we’ll be safe for a while.”

He grabbed a roll of bandages, thread, and what seemed to be a bottle of iodine and stashed them in his backpack. “Safe is probably off the table right now.”

And that was true enough. The virus had escaped into the greater population and it was bedlam outside. People were getting sick, and while most of the men were dying, the women had turned into violent, horny futas without fail. The police and national guard did what they could, opening fire on infected and cordoning off segments of the city, but it was only slowing the inevitable. Chaos had taken hold, panic spreading faster than the disease.

“We can’t stay here,” he said. “Not when an infected could barging in at any moment. We’ve got to leave town, Mom.”

She smiled vaguely. Whether they stayed or left didn’t seem to matter much to her, but it seemed to please her when he took charge and asserted himself. “Alright sweetheart, if you think so.”

“We probably can’t leave now,” he said, peering out the window. “In broad daylight with trigger happy cops and frenzied futas, we’d be easy targets. Best wait to nightfall and the cover of darkness.”

Kelly hummed in acknowledgment and wordlessly strode over to the vending machine and dug out a candy bar. She chewed on it thoughtfully, then sat on the floor and went into her own world again. Jack studied her for a moment. The singlet she wore was stained with dirt and sweat and strained against the curve of her impressive bust. Her sweat pants wear similarly worn, but what drew his eye was the bulge that tented the groin of her sweats. That appendage was the cause of all this madness and he regarded it the same as he would a King Cobra.

Eventually he settled himself down and tried to nap. It wasn’t comfortable, sleeping on the floor of veterinary reception with only his backpack as a pillow, but he managed to drift off for a few hours.

Kelly observed her son, the rise and fall of his chest in its sleep rhythm. She remembered when he was a newborn, how she would sneak into his nursery and watch him sleep for hours. The love she felt for him was a warmth that flooded through the entirety of her being, energising her smallest cells. How the hell did I get so lucky? She wondered, how did someone so good come from me? Looking at him and thinking of him anchored her in a way that few things did over the last few weeks.

She wouldn’t have been aware of it consciously, but the changes to her biology weren’t just hormonal and they didn’t just relate to her new penis. If one of those scientists had bothered to run a full MRI scan even twenty four hours previous they might have been able to see the vast changes to her brain. Things were being rewired, and a new biological drive had began to take shape.

Kelly needed to breed.

That animal drive to spawn many offspring lay in her subconscious mind, but it would rise to the surface sooner or later, and as she lay her head back and allowed herself to drift off her cock grew hard. Dreams of pregnant women filled her sleep.