Orgy Island

Somewhere on the South American islands of the Parovian Atoll, a party was underway. It was New Years day, but like any other day on the island paradise of Parovia, every day was a party day. The beaches were full. The clubs were loud. The pools crowded with scantily clad tourists. Huge skyscraper hotels, entire villages of bungalows and tiki styled villas filled to the brim with excitement, souvenir stands and sun tan oil. Luxury yachts and jet skis neatly lined across all of the island's lagoons and bays. Even the jungles, long conserved as nature reserves for decades, were developed into fashionable nature party hotpots. From all across the globe, people flocked to enjoy themselves on an island paradise like no other. A well watered money tree designed to milk the thousands of foreigners dry of their holiday funds.

However, a certain chain of events was about to change it all. Somewhere within the interior was a fenced off area nearby the island's infrastructure district. An unmarked facility disguised as a warehouse laid hidden amidst the sparsely populated zone. Unbeknownst to the tourists and the locals, an international pharmaceutical company was secretly developing a new form of pleasure using a powerful local aphrodisiac. Nobody knew exactly what happened when the warnings of missing containers showed up on the staff rosters, until the discovery of the missing truck at the bottom of a ravine. Within minutes around a kilometer of the area, random people began a full blown fuck fest unlike anything anyone has ever seen.

The infected lose all forms of personal inhibitions, ravenously obsessing over the pleasure of sex crazed acts, attacking or seducing each other without restraint. People masturbated in the streets. Massed orgies on the beaches. Wild sex parties in the hotels. Their stamina had become near endless, their bodies and minds drastically altered as the unstable virus rapidly mutated inside them. Those with dicks never run out of cum to spew. Those with vaginas free flowed like a waterfall. Infection was almost instantaneous, and fighting it seemed impossible.

Amidst the infected islands of the Parovian Atoll were a small handful of those who seemed immune. Their reactions varied, from horror to horny jubilation. Each one had a choice to make: to stay or escape, and such a decision did not take very long to be made after their first encounters with the infected.

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