sleeping on it

The next morning after not willing to risk his mother still having enough sense to kick him out if caught and doing a furious wanking session thinking about whats to come and falling asleep instantly, Mark walked into the kitchen, immediately sensing the suffocating tension in the air. The usual morning chatter was completely gone, replaced by a heavy, clinical dread. Elena and Chloe were both seated at the island counter, but neither was touching their coffee.

The local news was playing on a tablet between them, muted, with bold red banners flashing warnings about the rapid spread of the Lesbian Regression Virus. Looking at them, Mark realized they also now knew the virus had already breached their front door.
Chloe was visibly trembling. Her clothes, which usually hung loosely on her athletic frame, were suddenly straining. The Day Two symptoms were aggressively reshaping her, forcing her chest and hips to fill out into much heavier, softer curves. She was breathing through her nose, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the counter. Her eyes kept darting toward Mark, flashing with a mix of intense heat and sheer panic. She desperately crossed her legs, trying to suppress the hyper-sensitive waves rolling through her body, horrified by the fact that the mere sound of Mark’s footsteps was making her heart race.

Elena was fighting just as hard against Day One. Her posture was rigid, but her cheeks were flushed with a deep, unnatural crimson. Her breath caught in her throat the moment Mark walked in. She had spent years making it clear she had zero interest in men—and even less interest in Mark—but now, her gaze was helplessly anchored to him."This is ridiculous," Elena muttered, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound sharp. She slammed her hand on the counter, though her eyes immediately dropped to Mark's shoulders. "It's just... a seasonal flu. The news is exaggerating."

"Mom, look at me," Chloe whispered, her voice thick and breathless as she stared at Mark with a glassy, involuntary hunger. She swallowed hard, a thin trace of excess saliva glistening on her lower lip. "We kissed goodbye yesterday before I left. The news said it spreads through saliva. My body feels... it feels like it's burning, and every time I look at him, I..."Chloe cut herself off, biting her lip in fierce denial.

She was a lesbian; she had spent her entire life since puberty loving women. The fact that her brain was suddenly forcing erotic, overwhelming thoughts about her Brother into her mind was terrifying. Elena looked from Chloe to Mark, her own breathing growing heavier as the virus flooded her system with an undeniable spike in libido, turning her habitual annoyance into a magnetic, frustrating attraction. They were losing control of their own bodies, and the one man they had spent years despising was now the center of their entire world.