The beat of the baton in her hand felt good; Officer Menendez smiled as she strolled down the hall of state penitentiary. The past two weeks the inmates had been on edge, the news from outside the prison slowly filtering its way through the ranks. Despite an order of mandatory lockdown they hadn’t been able to confiscate all the TVs and contraband cellphones fast enough, cell by cell, block by block the inmates were becoming combative and restless.

Today, however, was an important day for the prison; today its first infected officer returned to work. Officer Marcia Melendez was returning to work, rather more ‘equipped’ than she had been just two weeks before. The five foot eight inch Melendez had not been the most intimidating person before, her stature and sex giving her appearance of weakness in the eyes of many inmates, her Latin temper had often been the only thing that had kept her alive during the more dangerous moments.

She straightened her uniform as she made her way down towards the administrative segregation block, “The Hole.” She waved to Ernie up in the control cage, the older officer nodding his head and flipping the switches to close the door behind her, a few seconds passing after the door closed before the door to the cells opened up. She strode down the corridor of the cell pod until she came to the door of her first assignment.

The Lawyers, and indubitably the accountants, at the bureau of prisons decided that having separate housing units for men and women was rather too costly, particularly when the futavirus was spreading so fast. Writing up a brief they concluded that it was actually humane to force conversion on prisoners.

The plan was to take the high risk prisoners first, those in solitary, these prisoners who were at the top of the prison food chain anyway, would then be returned to general population where they would then spread the infection via the hierarchy of prison bitches. There was some variability, the level of infection of the guards was undetermined in many sites, and the risk of having too many guards out undergoing transformation was rather high. So the go ahead for the forced transformation plan had been green lighted in the middle of the night.

She tapped the outer door twice to indicate she wanted access, the outer door clicked and slowly opened, another officer stood behind her ready to assist should she need it. “HANDS TO THE BARS, NOW!”  She barked, smiling as she noticed prisoner Jones flinch from the force of it, turning around to slip his hands through the slot for the food tray, his back to the door.  She pulled his wrists out snapping the cuffs tightly around his wrists before her partner gave the wave to the control cab to open the inner door.

The door clicked open slowly sliding to the side as she held his wrists fast in a vice-like grip. As soon as the door opened enough she pressed forward throwing him off-balance, her hand coming down on his back forcing him down.

Jones was very confused and angry; the twenty four year old gang member had earned his way to The Hole four days ago as part of a massive fight between the Whites and the Southern Mexicans. He had expected to be pulled before the disciplinary board and weasel his way out of the fighting charge; but this had taken him by surprise, usually they were in lockdown for a whole month before anything happened, and this was unlike anything he had ever experienced. “WHAT THE FU..!!”  He ejaculated before he found a ball gag forced between his lips, the straps snapping tight around his head.

His knees hit the concrete hard as she swept his feet out from under him, forcing him down against his bunk. He shivered as he felt her breath on his neck “Do you remember when you tried to rape me?” she growled into his ear, her arm slamming him against the concrete bunk as she gathered the cloth of his shirt around her fist.

Marcia grinned as she saw his eyes go wide with recognition of the incident four months ago, he hadn’t actually been able to do anything, but the assault had gotten his sentence extended by three years. “You wanted to fuck me bad you little piece of shit, well the warden’s decided that your ass was MINE” she growled pressing her bulge against his ass. She reached down and yanked his pants and boxers down harshly, he tried to squirm under her to no avail.

Prisoner Jones panicked, whatever this was it was some seriously fucked up shit and he wanted out NOW. The sudden impact of his face to the bunk once more brought him back “Struggle again bitch and I’ll knock every last tooth from that smart mouth of yours, so you can be a good little cock sucking whore” she breathed into his ear. A shiver coursed down his spine as the gravity of the threat sunk in.

She slipped a hand down to undo her own pants; the uniform pants sliding down her legs followed quickly her boxers. She grinned as her shaft a twelve inch monster slid free, with one hand she spread his butt cheeks, the other keeping him firmly pinned. Without warning she thrust forward harshly, driving her massive girl-cock deep into his ass.

Jones whimpered as she drove into him, he could feel himself bleed as the rolling-pin sized cock invaded his ass. Tears formed in his eyes as he was violated, the irony of the situation slowly dawning over him as she pulled back to thrust in once more. Each thrust sliding against his prostate causing him to tremble with pleasure as his own shaft hardened and began to leak precum. Slow warmth began to suffuse his bowels indicating that Melendez shaft was leaking her seed inside of him. The pain and pleasure of his humiliation at her hands mixing together into an addictive cocktail of adrenaline and sex; overwhelming his senses, it pulled him deeper into the depravity of his situation.

Maria shivered as her shaft began to leak her seed deep inside prisoner Jones, each thrust driving her closer to climax the futavirus spreading from her into him. She groaned deeply as her shaft exploded inside of him, the massive fuck-meat pumping load after load of virus laden cum deep into his ass. She could hear him moan around the gag as he came. She smiled knowing what was happening to him, the sudden rush of NEED, the need to fuck or be fucked overwhelming any other priority.

Jones moaned around the ball, pressing his ass back up against her as she slowly withdrew, not noticing or realizing as his hips began to spread to a new configuration, his facial features softening to a more feminine complexion. He was forced back against the wall of the cell, the gag removed and replaced with her metal baton his eyes slid over her body, taking her in a way he had never looked at her before, his every fiber yearning to be fucked by her.

She reached down and gripped his hair, “Know this; If you bite me... you'll only ever bite me once...” she tilted her head to the side an impish grin coming to her face “Actually, I think you might look pretty good sucking cock with no teeth...” she mused pushing his head back against the concrete wall of the cell, replacing the baton with her shaft, skull fucking him mercilessly, her shaft bulging in his throat.

It didn’t take long for her seed to begin leaking down his throat, the warmth spreading through his body becoming nearly unbearable focusing now on his chest and groin. His balls disappearing inside of him, the skin reforming into lips as his pussy began to form, moisture beading on the plump lips of Jones new fuck-hole.

Marcia looked down at Jones expanding chest as she slammed her shaft deep into the new futa’s throat over and over again, her shaft throbbing as she neared release. She felt something against her calf, she looked down at Jones’ spurting shaft, cum landing on her leg. She came in one final thrust, unleashing an unbelievable amount of seed into the mind-fucked futa, cum leaking around Jones’ lips as she finally pulled out leaving her in a pool of spunk and juices.

Jones came as a futa for the first time, her body arching with unbearable need as her cunt fluttered around empty air as she was filled to the brim with Menendez’s seed. She collapsed against the cold concrete floor her face in a pool of her own spunk and juices. “Well bitch… the warden also decided you’re going back to general pop… but remember… you’re MINE bitch”