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You can't believe you're considering this. You are smarter than to trust a sexy swaggering stud just because he's telling the truth when he says he wants to fuck you. You've learned the hard way that the best liars trick you with the truth. You also learned the hardest way that you have a thing for hot trash that knows how bad you want them and loves to let you know it. Normally you prefer a little give and take, and even though you're not a giant, you give as good as you get with the lads and the ladies.

There's something different about this guy. Something that makes you believe he might actually have turned himself into some kind of himboi. Something that unravels your usual cool calm demeanor and makes you feel like you will melt under the heat of his lustful eyes. Something that makes you feel your knees quiver, and quake, and quietly sink to the floor. Something that makes you look up at the apparently ideal specimen of manhood and ask alluringly, "So to test your hypothesis, I could cum inside you, or..." your hands swiftly undo his belt and open his fly letting his girthy gargantuan glans fall free, "or are you going to cum in me?"

Dr. Fuques might have been a milquetoast mouse of a man before his infection, but he has definitely adapted to his new physique. He looks down at you with a smoldering look of superiority that you normally despise, but with his movie star good looks and porn star cock, you find yourself staring up submissively, waiting for him to finally snarl, "What do you think, slut? Show me how bad you want to earn my cum."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, ignoring that this masterpiece of a man has clearly gotten his pillow talk from badly written porn, and instead rolling your tongue around his hulking helmet. It is just as you feared, he even tastes better than most men now. He has this indelible musk about him that's somewhere between a taste and a smell, something lighting up in your lizard brain that tells you to see if it tastes better the deeper you slide down his shaft, and to your delighted despair...it does. It's like you can taste his lust throbbing against your tongue, feel his need filling you.

"That's my good boi, let me make you even more beautiful." Dr. Fucks grunts gratefully as you show him the only worthwhile thing you learned in Christian Summer Camp and take his the full, considerable length of his cock. You wish he wouldn't call you boi, you've never thought you should have to trade your dignity, just for some dick, and while you are still only twenty 'something', you are not a child. On the other hand, he also called you beautiful, and flattery will get him everywhere with you. You just hope he doesn't know how hard it is for you to resist the urge to play along with him and call him 'daddy' just as long as he lets you keep worshiping his manhood.

"Good boi...Daddy's AAH almost there...fuck you're so NNG sexy...I almost can't MOAN believe you're NNNG not already a himboi!" Dr. 'Daddy' talks down to you, literally, but he also said you were so sexy that you could be mistaken for an infected ideal man. Your vanity tips the scales towards sweet submission, and you tell yourself you can always suggest a little less juvenile sex talk after you take his lovely load.

You bob balls deep in a blushing blur, embarrassed to be so needy, but needy to feel him fill your throat. Your own cock is straining in your pants, and you feel like you might cum any second, just from sucking him. You haven't done that since High School, but you are getting such a strong down low dirtbag vibe from him that's hitting a spot in you that you had thought had long since atrophied and become vestigal. You desperately want to hold out, worrying what kind of ideal male you'd be envisioning if he made you cum from his Frat Bro Bang Bus routine.

Then, the bastard goes and flips the script...he bends over, demonstrating a flexibility and core stregth that makes you shiver with excitement, and he kisses the top of your head as you bury your face on his groin. That tender token of affection is so real compared to his inexperienced ego trip that it blasts through your last lines of defense and causes your cock to explode in euphoric ejaculate and your body to spasm and clench around his cock.

"Fuuuuuuck NNNGGGH!" As articulate as ever, the doctor unleashes a torrent of thick seed. You have to pull off his prick to swallow it down in greedy, guilty gulps as your body tingles all over and your taste buds to backflips and it's Fourth of July and Christmas cum early lighting up like fireworks and exploding like a Christmas tree...or is that the other way around. You don't know if this is the beginning of your infection or the end of you falling for a flim flap artist names 'Fucks'.

You turn to look at your reflection in a left over full length mirror and wait for the possible changes...