BUGS In The System

An Archived Continuous Story

Before you write anything for this story, there are several guidelines you must adhere to..

1) Your imagination is the limit.

2) Do NOT kill/alter/morph Dr. Donnelly or any of her team without the OK from myself.

3) Any BUGS listed must have a name and number. (Example: Zen-43, Ed-209, etc.)

4) Any BUGS that doesn't mutate by the guidelines below MUST be approved by myself.

5) The BUGS are neutralized with Electromagnetic Radiation pulses... harmless to humans, they knock out anything electrical, including BUGS.

Other than that, go with it!

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The Time: The Near Future

The Place: Rutgers University, New Brunswick, New Jersey, USA.

The Scenario: Doctor Jennifer Donnelly has dedicated the last four years of her life to the BUGS project. BUGS, which stands for Biomechanical Ultra-Genetic Systems, is a top-secret project sponsored by the United States Government.

The Objective: BUGS was designed to use nanotechnology to increase the size, speed, agility, intelligence and other attributes of the human body in order to create the perfect super-soldier.

Doctor Jennifer Donnelly took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. She had been working on DOL-18, which was a nanite designed to increase human intelligence. For the past 8 hours, she sat in the main lab of the underground BUGS complex, working on D-18. On all the simulations she had run on it, it just simply would not work. In fact, it would prove to be lethal.

"Damnit! The BUGS can do anything to a body physically, but once you mess with the brain, it all goes to hell in a handbasket!" Dr. Jonny Ling came up behind Donnelly and rubber her shoulders. "Ah, Jenn, don't sweat it. Eventually, we'll figure out how to use the BUGS to alter brain chemistry." Jenn spun around and stared at the lanky Asian man behind her. "If we don't figure out how to use the BUGS to alter the brain without killing the subject, we are TOTALLY screwed. The brass don't want to use the BUGS unless we can alter the brain as well. They don't want an army of Incredible Hulks turning on them." "I know, I know," Ling said. "Hey, you wanna see the new stuff Masters and I have been playing around with?" The pretty doctor smiled. "What have your sick little minds come up with this time?" Ling grinned. "I'd knew you'd be interested. Computer, display layout, BUGS Design LING-14." The 60 inch main display screen in the middle of the lab flickered to life, with a design of the LING-14 BUGS. It showed a computer simulation in the middle of the screen of what would happen when the LING-14 BUGS came in contact with a human female. Donnelly stared at the screen as the breasts and muscles of the female outline on the screen swelled to She-Hulk proportions. She shook her head and turned to Ling. "You guys have WAY too much free time on your hands."

"Hey, once we find a way to reverse it, my girlfriend and I are going to have one HELL of a time." The good Doctors Ling and Masters DID have too much free time on their hands. Donnelly, Ling, and Masters all lived in the underground BUGS complex, and when Ling and Masters weren't working on the Super-Soldier project, they dedicated their time to designing some of the craziest BUGS on the planet just to kill time. The way that the BUGS worked is simple. They are designed to "infect" a person like an airborne virus, but once a certain person is infected, those specific BUGS turn "off" their "contagion". Once a person is infected, the BUGS will re-write their DNA and transform them to the BUGS specifications in anywhere from 10 minutes to 30 days. Once the transformation is complete, the BUGS shut down but remain resident in that person's immune system - the transformations cannot be reversed. The team of doctors had defeated all the problems with the BUGS except brain chemistry and reversal. All of the BUGS that had been created were stored in the lab's vault - a safe with a cooling system that kept the BUGS dormant. Once exposed to temperatures above -50 degrees Celsius, the BUGS will become active and start replicating at an exponential rate, looking for a possible target to infect.

Each of the BUGS were kept in a vial of saline solution, labeled, and then placed in the vault. There was well over 250 BUGS in the vault, and 225 of them were Masters' and Ling's "off-hour" designs.

When handling the BUGS, all of the doctors wore protective suits, much like the suits in "Outbreak" to protect from infection. Later that night...

Dr. Masters was getting ready to put away the newest batch of his designer BUGS, designated LVK-23. It was something he was quite proud of and had worked on for a while. The BUGS, once in the system, slowly changed the body into malleable, bendable latex, much like Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four. He always had fantasies about Sue Richards being "Miss Fantastic" instead of Reed Richards. And with this BUGS, (and a reversal BUGS, of course), it was possible. Masters suited up, and then opened the vault, which was very similar to a refrigerator, except for the fact that this refrigerator was set to -100 degrees Celsius. Now THAT'S cold. He put LVK-23 into a rack in the vault, and then began looking proudly at his other creations... LING-14 - The template for the ultimate Amazon. MAC-67 - Imagine a huge-breasted Kes from Star Trek: Voyager or a huge-breasted Dax for Deep Space Nine.

PAHOS-58 - This BUGS caused the womb and uterus to fill with female ejaculate, and make the breasts expand. The ultimate in women striving for the "Pregnant" look.

SWELL-70 - This one was based on a story that Ling had read on the Internet, named "Wesley's Break". Much like a man's erection, this BUGS would cause women's breasts to swell depending on how sexually aroused they were.

Masters looked at others, and shook his head. Damn, he wished he could find a reversal BUGS so that he could actually use some of these. He'd be a millionaire - and very satisfied sexually. Masters was about to shut the vault when all hell broke loose. There was a sudden explosion from the front of the lab, and a group of five people ran in, yelling and shooting guns!

"What the hell!?!" Masters yelled, and then ducked as a bullet flew by his ear. He crawled over to the alarm and slammed it down. This would alert the local police to come to the lab, as well as the "brass" from DC that there was a problem.

Donnelly ran into the lab, and ducked as a hail of bullets came flying by. "SHIT! Canadian terrorists! We're fucked!"

"That's not the worst of it! The vault's still open!"

"We're TOTALLY fucked!" Jenn yelled.

There was a loud explosion as a concussion grenade blew up the side of the lab, and both Donnelly and Masters looked in horror as another grenade was tossed right into the vault. "RUN!" They screamed in unison.

As the grenade blew up in the vault and sent tongues of flame, smoke, and coolant gases all over the lab, Masters and Donnelly ran back to the living quarters and woke up Ling. They told Ling what the situation was as they all put on breathing gear to avoid any BUGS exposure. "Terrorists? Here? Cool! I can use my gun now!" Ling smiled.

"You have a gun and never told us?" Donnelly yelled.

"Yeah, why, you have a problem?" Ling replied. "NO! USE IT, MORON!" Mast screamed.

Ling pulled out his gun, a .45. "Let's hope all that practice on Area 51 pays off." Ling ran back into the main lab. "Uh, guys," he yelled back, "there seems to be a problem."

"What would that be?" Dolari yelled.

"The terrorists are gone, and we have a huge BUGS containment breach."

Donnelly and Masters joined Ling in the main lab, and saw the destruction that the Canadian Terrorists had created. But there was no smoke; no fire.

"Computer, scan lab for active BUGS," Donnelly asked.

The backup computer came to life, and scanned the room. "There are no active BUGS anywhere in the main lab, Dr. Donnelly."

Donnelly, Masters, and Ling looked at each other. "Computer, if there's no smoke, no fire, and no BUGS, where did they all go?" Ling asked. "During the fire, all the harmful gas exhaust fans came on. Most of the air was sucked out of the room, thereby putting out the fire." the computer responded.

"Um, where do those exhaust fans output to?"

"Why, it goes out the main exhaust chimney to the outside."

"DOH!" Donnelly, Ling, and Masters said in unison.

6 HOURS LATER.

"So, what you are saying is that all the Super-Soldier BUGS have been released into the general populace?" Colonel Hart asked.

"Well, not just those BUGS." Ling said, looking down at the floor.

"What other BUGS are there, besides the Super-Soldier ones?"

"Um, some rather unique ones with somewhat unrealistic transformative properties."

"Well, son, I'm making the job of Drs. Donnelly, Masters, and yourself to find those BUGS and neutralize them. And if they infect people, you are to help them find a cure and revert to normal."

"But sir, that might take forever!"

"I don't care. This project is officially suspended. Your new job is to stop all the BUGS in the system!"

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"Whew, that was intense." said Mary as she removed her helmet, visor, and breathing apparatus. "When those grenades went off I thought we were goners."

"Put your helmet on, corporal Mary," said Sergeant Major Jackson. "You know the rules, no exposure. Do you want to be court martialed?"

Mary took a deep breath. "No Sir!" she almost shouted, and but her gear back on. Too bad; it was too late. Mary had already taken a couple of lung fulls of BUGS, designation BA-521. The next day, at her home in Manitoba, Mary was up at the crack of dawn. She rolled out of bed, showered, ate, and reported to CFB Winnipeg. For three hours she sat in front of a computer and filed her report on what had happened the night before (leaving out the part where she took off her mask). At 11:30, Mary stood to go to lunch. Or tried to at least. She planted her feet on the floor and tried to push herself out of the chair. Needless to say she was surprised when she couldn't stand without the chair hugging her ass. The arms of the chair essentially fastened the chair to her arse. She was stuck!

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MEANWHILE... back in New Jersey...

Donnelly, Ling, and Masters went over their equipment. Fortunately, they had gotten no reports about any sudden mutations, so they assumed that for now, they were safe.

However... A cloud of different BUGS was just beginning to land on the Alpha Phi sorority house at Rutgers...

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Alonzo The Great was hiking through the wilderness. A small sparkle cought his attention. Hmm, he said to himself "I bet this could be usefull." He placed the Bugg in a vial he had for incets and went on his way.

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Hours later, Alonzo noticed that his spelling skills had suddenly improved. "Wow," he thought. "Now Alonzo is even Greater than before!"

And then his head imploded.

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Susan was in trouble and didn't even realize it. She was drunk, trying to make it out of her car to the Alpha Phi sorority. She was out of her car slumping forward when they surrounded her. Mark, James and Henry, three of the biggest guys on the Rutgers football team. They, too were drunk, but unlike Susan, their drunkenness didn't impede their movement. "What do we have here," asked Mark, the biggest of the three. He was guiding his two teammates to surround and grab Susan with suprising efficiency using nothing but glances and subtle hand signals. Susan got a sudden wake up call when she realized the seriousness of her current predicament. She tried to scream for help but one of the football players had his hand covering her mouth. She tried to kick at her assailants but her dainty limbs lacked sufficient strength. She was going to be raped, she thought, and there was nothing she could do about it. If only she was stronger, bigger; but she wasn't. Unknown to Susan, a LING-14 BUGS had infiltrated her physiology and she would soon get her wish.

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Her entire body stiffened suddenly, so much so that the big dumb jocks quickly withdrew their hands and stared in shock. It wasn't just her posture, but her skin; it seemed to harden, grow solid, and Susan fell to the ground due to her sudden heaviness. As the muscleheads looked on in horror, Susan's skin began to RIPPLE - as the surface of a lake ripples - faster and faster, creating a mesmerizing effect. Her body then began to reshape ...

The rippling ended and her skin loosened. Susan felt relaxed, and stood. She had grown.

Previously a modest 5'2", Susan stood a full 6 and a half feet tall, and she had bulk to match her height. Huge, manly muscles bulged from her arms, stomach, and legs. And her breasts has enlarged themselves proportionately.

Susan's brain had temporarily reverted to that of a beast; there was but one thought on her mind ...

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...the continuation of her bloodline.

Mark gaped at the massive girl towering over him and willed his legs to move, but fear, awe, and alcohol held him pinned to the spot. One monstrous arm thrust out like a piston, and Mark watched the sleeve and shoulder of the girl's blouse explode into shreds as fingers like iron clamped around his neck.

SusanPrime lifted the largest of the males and examined it carefully. It seemed healthy, but she was unimpressed with its size. Her babies must be large and strong in order to survive. It smelled acceptable, though. Half-heartedly, she continued to inspect it...

...and Mark was horrified when the woman seized the waistband of his shorts and tore them from his body. Whatthefuck was THIS shit? For a moment, she held him suspended in the air by his throat as she stared at his crotch. He watched her nipples hardening through a spreading rip across the front of her blouse. An involuntary moan of fear escaped his throat as she dropped the shredded shorts and reached for his package.

SusanPrime flicked the male's penis with a curious finger. It was tiny, and somehow the foreskin seemed misshapen to her. She was disappointed to see it wobble pitifully and shrink even more when she touched it. Penetration must be deep to assure fertilization.

Awwww GOD, she was touching his root! Mark would normally have been delighted -- all women secretly wanted his dick, no matter what they said or how many times they said it -- but the paw that was probing his tool was the size of a catcher's mitt and strung tight as a banjo with muscle.

The male wouldn't display itself! How could she judge its viability if it wouldn't display itself? SusanPrime wondered if perhaps the male was genetically flawed, and considered rejecting it.

WHOA! Mark felt her fingers tightening around his throat. She obviously wanted to fuck, and he realized that he might be dying in a minute if he couldn't deliver the goods. C'mon, man, you got a boner every damn day watching fat old Mrs. Swenson erase the blackboard in seventh grade, you can get it up for this monster babe who may kill you if you don't, right?

Just as SusanPrime was about to cast the male away, his penis began to swell. She paused to watch, encouraged.

He was DOING it! He was already chubbed and well on his way to full wood! He was going to fuck the monster babe 'til cum came out her nose! He was the baddest motherfucker alive!

Unfortunately, the baddest motherfucker alive's beer-delayed survival instincts chose that exact moment to retract his testicles into his abdomen.

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Completely unimpressed by the specimen, SusanPrime cast him aside like a wadded-up copy of last week's TV Guide, and cast about to see if the other males could provide anything more... productive.

Unfortunately, the other men had long since taken advantage of the opening provided by the near-rape of their leader, and were well on their way to go home and sleep off whatever they'd drunk to imagine such a sight.

::Men.. Need Men.. Need.. Need...:: The train of thought died off slowly, and Susan's mind slowly returned to the fore.

"Uhhhh.. What happened? Well, it looks like they ran off, so I guess I'm safe.." She staggered towards the sorority, her bed the only thing on her mind. The door wouldn't open at first, but then when she tried a little harder it came open with no difficulty.

"Hello? Helllloooo... Hm. Nobody's awake." As she went up the stairs to her room, the thought that something was wrong with her perspective kept trying to percolate to the surface of her drunken mind, but it kept getting stopped about 2 seconds from realization.

Finally, she opened her door, and staggered over towards her bed. As she sat down, she thought, ::Ahh, FINALLY.. Home.:: Then she looked across the room to her full-length mirror.

Now, combine in your mind the fact that she had not only changed in shape and size considerably, but that as well her clothes were a shredded pile outside the building, her mind was in a drunken stupor, AND she was incredibly tired. Given all of this, her passing out on top of her bed was somewhat understandable.

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Upstairs in room 432, Michelle Rollins was awaked by a soft knock at her door. Climbing groggily out of bed, she tugged on a silk robe over her cropped t-shirt and panties, tried to push her unruly blonde curls out of her eyes, and went to the door.

"What? Who is it?"

"It's Lilith, Michelle. Please let me in!"

Michelle couldn't think of a reason that the nerdy, too-serious girl from the room next door to hers would need to see her at three in morning, but she couldn't think of a reason to refuse her, either. She just wanted to sort it out fast and get back to sleep. She turned the latch on the deadbolt and opened the door.

"Lilith, what--" Michelle began, but the sight of her guest obliterated the rest of her thought. In many ways, the Lilith that stepped into the room, shut the door behind her, and latched the deadbolt was the same Lilith that Michelle snubbed every day: tall, slender frame and long legs, boy-cut black hair, large green eyes and generous mouth... but something was totally wrong.

Yesterday, Lilith had been pretty light in the boobie department. 'Flat as a flounder', Michelle had once whispered to Katie Nayland, and they had dissolved into a storm of giggles. But now, Lilith's black silk shortie clung to a pair of fat, high breasts so positively enormous that its hemline --which was supposed to cover her panties -- only reached down to her navel in front. A nipple the size of a grape puckered the silk on the upper expanse of each heavy globe.

"Jeez, major implants..." Michelle said, more to herself than to Lilith, "...but you're gonna have trouble finding anything to fit over those..." She glanced up, intending to catch Lilith's eye and share the joke, and that's when she noticed the strange, malicious leer on Lilith's wide red lips. She looked into Lilith's eyes and was shocked to feel her own nipples snap to sudden erection beneath her t-shirt.

Lilith hooked a red-lacquered fingernail into the neckline of her shortie and slowly tore downward until the black silk fell open in front like a coat. "No, my pretty, stupid little bitch," she growled softly as she pulled aside the torn silk to expose one pale, heavy breast, "I don't think I'll have any trouble at all."

A trembling bead of glowing, greenish-white fluid formed on the apex of the fat nipple. Terrified, unable to stop herself, Michelle fell to her knees in the shadows of her darkened room, buried her face in the creamy flesh, and began to suck.

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Meanwhile...

All HELL was breaking loose in the Sorority house. Already, 15 girls had been infected by the BUGS, all with different designations...

Back at the lab, an alarm klaxon went off. Donnelly, Ling, and Masters, along with their team of 10 green berets, started preparing, putting on breathing apparatus, protective clothes, and arming themselves with ElectroMagnetic Pulse rifles. The two teams loaded up into a couple of Ford Expeditions, and then took off towards the Alpha Phi house.

Donnelly looked at Ling. "You know, Johnny... I had a bad feeling about this before, and now this feeling is getting worse and worse. Do we have ANY idea what to expect at the house?"

"We've received reports of 4 BUGS-infected women, and one man. However, the man was infected with the AMPH-21 BUGS, which is..."

"...the underwater Super-Soldier bug... the one we never corrected for the ability to breathe above water," Donnelly finished.

"Right. He almost died, but we got him in a tank over at the University's Ocean Sciences lab. As for the women, two were infected by the SWEAT-25, which is one of Masters' early breast-augmentation BUGS."

The teams pulled up to the sorority house, and the team piled out of the trucks.

Corporal Hicks, leader of the Green Beret squad for this mission, barked out his orders... "FIVE OF YOU TAKE THE REAR! COVER ALL EXITS! USE YOUR EMP RIFLES ONLY, NO DEADLY FORCE! GO! GO!"

With that, the team began firing EMP's at the house, as the 3 scientists and 2 berets ran into the house, not knowing what to expect...

BUT... One cloud of BUGS was moving to Lewis campus, Rutgers' women-only college...and another was being swept up by the winds, heading towards New York...

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BACK IN MICHELLE'S ROOM...

Michelle began to suck on Lilith's breast, and the glowing, green slime flowed into her mouth. To Michelle, it tasted like heaven and she began to greedily suck it down.

What Michelle DIDN'T know is that Lilith was passing on part of her BUGS infection to her... in fact, Lilith had become a BE-Vampire of sorts, passing on part of her to whoever drank from her.

Lilith began to feel an orgasm coming on as Michelle continued to suck at her heaving bosom. But Michelle wasn't sucking fast enough, and Lilith pushed her away. Michelle laid on the floor, rubbing herself and moaning in ecstasy. Lilith grabbed her breasts, and squeezed... the greenish goo then shot out of them, covering Michelle in a thick green wave. Michelle began to rub the slime all over herself... she began to moan even more, the slime covered every inch of her body.

Suddenly, Lilith began to spray the entire room with her breasts, and the room now emitted an eerie green glow.

"Now, my sweet... let's see what effect my milk will have your little body..."

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It was a great day for a ride. The girls had gone around most of the campus and were heading back to the sorority house. They stopped suddenly as a large truck skidded to a stop. It turned and sped away. They didn't think anything of it and continued to the house.

"Boy, that was a good ride. Do want to go to the mall later?" said Casey.

"Sure." replied Jan.

"Yea, I heard they have a sale at Victoria's secret. I would like to pick up some new things." said Casey.

They put their bike in the garage and went into the house.

"Lets clean up and we will go," said Jan.

They both went upstairs to their rooms to get ready. Casey undressed and started her shower. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Slowly moving her hand from her side to her stomach rubbing gently she closed her eyes. Her imagination wandered to what Jan was doing. She watched her strip and walk over to the shower, her tanlines showing boldly. The water started to run into the tub, steam rising to the ceiling. She stepped into the flow of water. The shower was hot, as hot as she was getting just thinking about it. Jan picked up the soap and started to lather up her hands. She placed them on her body, slowly covering her body with bubbles. Just then there was a knock on her door. Casey snapped out of her fantasy. The knocking continued as she walked over to it , dressed only in a towel.

"Casey, open the door it's Jan."

Casey opened the door and looked into Jan's eyes. Both women could she the need in each other. Jan stepped into the room and dropped her robe. Her body was very fit from the daily workouts. She lifted her hand to Casey's face touching her cheek gently. Casey, still staring into her eyes, pushed her cheek into her palm. They closed the distance between them and embraced. "I have always wanted you but didn't know how you felt. I didn't want to lose you as a friend." confessed Casey.

"I wanted you to but I'm normally very shy when it comes to relationships." said Jan. "Something just made me want you very badly today. I had to have you."

The BUG LING-14 was starting to affect Jan. She clutched her midsection and groaned.

"What's wrong?" exclaimed Casey.

" I don't know!" said Jan.

She sat down on the floor and began to become very rigid. Her arms straightened and she couldn't move them. She assumed the spread eagle position unable to move.

"What's happening to you?!" yelled Casey.

"I don't know but I feel great." smiled Jan.

Every muscle in her body rippled and expanded. She began to become very muscular. Her body began to relax as she regained control. She stood and was a foot taller than Casey. Her body had no visible fat at all except for her 40DD breasts. They were as hard as her muscles. Casey stood there looking at her with her mouth open.

"You�you� look beautiful. I have never seen a women as beautiful as you are now." Casey said.

Jan feeling her new strength lifted Casey , kissed her and went to the bed. She laded her down with lust in her eyes. She wanted to make love to Casey. Casey felt very strange. Her breasts began to expand. They doubled their size in a matter of moments. Her pussy began to burn. She was starting to feel the effects of BUG PAHOS-58. She came hard and moaned loudly.

"What has come over you?" Jan asked.

"I want you now! Please?" exclaimed Casey

Casey guided her head to her crotch and pushed Jan's face into her burning snatch. Jan attacked it as if she hadn't eaten in a month. She pushed her tongue up and down her dripping pussy. Twirling her clit between her tongue and lips she went to work on her. Casey screamed and began to cum. She couldn't stop. Her body convulsed wildly. Jan couldn't stop, the more Casey bucked the more she wanted it. Casey's stomach began to rise, growing slowly at first.

"Ooooohhh yes baby. Eat me! Don't stop!" Casey screamed.

Her stomach continued to grow. Casey started to rub her belly. It felt great. She wanted to expand, to have Jan's child. Her stomach was now the size of a large pumpkin. Rubbing her belly turned her on even more and she couldn't stop. Jan looked up from her snatch and froze. She couldn't believe what was happening. Casey's belly was the size of a beach ball. She started to rub her belly, feeling its tightness. Casey snapped out of her daze and looked at her belly. She was overwhelmed.

Casey looked at Jan and said " This is your baby I have."

Jan smiled "I love you."

They laid on the bed cuddling together.

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Meanwhile, in New York, a particular cloud had arrived. Of course no one paid it the least amount of attention. It was one of a legion of clouds overhead.

A man locked up his apartment, and went out heading for a new restaurant he had heard of named Penang. He wanted to try out the Malaysian cuisine. It wasn't far from his apartment, but the sky had turned dark. Fortunately, he arrived at the restaurant before any precipitation had fallen. Just as he approached the entrance to the restaurant, a woman appeared.

"Would you like some company for lunch?" she said. "My treat."

He looked at her face; she was beaming. "My, you sure look happy" he said. "Did you win the lottery?"

"Not exactly" she said. "Come in, let's sit down. I'll show you."

The hostess led them to an enclosed private room towards the back of the restaurant. When they got seated, the hostess let down a curtain over the front entrance to this room and they were comfortably out of view from the other restaurant patrons.

"So what happened to make you so happy?" the man asked.

She then opened her coat and showed me. And I then I knew. What I didn't know, was that all over the Upper East Side of New York, events, exactly like this, were occurring. �

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He was walking back to his dormitory when he saw her. She was standing in the shadows alongside one of the sorority houses, untouched by the moonlight except for a bright crescent that danced in her hair like smoke.

He didn't feel much like talking to anyone right then, so he didn't break his stride. As he was about to pass her, though, she stepped a couple of inches forward, edging into a shaft of moonlight.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey," he replied, still walking.

"What's up?"

"Nothing much... just headed to my dorm."

"Wanna go to a party instead?"

"Nah, I don't think so. I've had way too much to drink tonight already. Thanks anyway, but I'm just gonna..."

"Oh, not THAT kind of party," she said. "Me and one of my sorority sisters were thinking about doing something, uhhh, new. And we kinda... well, we need a guy to help us...."

He stopped walking.

"...Know what I mean?"

He turned with a stupid grin and looked her over. Pair of standard-issue Nikes. Long legs. Slender hips in a pair of tight white short-shorts. Nice hard stomach with a cute little innie. Cut-off Rutgers Athletics t-shirt that was...

God DAMN!

Now he was just plain STARING. Her t-shirt was about to split at the fucking seams! He'd never seen a pair of tits so huge on a skinny girl! When he noticed that he could see the bottoms of those fat monsters peeking out under the edge of the t-shirt, his dick started letting him know that it wanted to take a look, too.

With a tremendous effort, he dragged his eyes up to her face, to a wide mouth smiling with clear invitation, a pert little nose, and big green eyes under a spiky tangle of short black hair.

"What about this?" he asked, holding up his arm.

Her smile got a little wider as she moved in close, crowding him with those astonishing melons. "It'll be fine," she said, "as long as it's the only thing in a cast."

"Oh yeah, no problem there... Where's this sister of yours?"

"Michelle's upstairs warming up," she said, stepping back into the shadows. He moved with her, almost unwilling to break the contact between them.

Her toned little ass did slow, delicious figure-eights under the thin fabric of her shorts as she walked toward the door at the rear of the sorority house, and he clasped his hands in front of him to hide his erection, which had already made a pog-sized wet spot on the scrub pants they'd loaned him at the infirmary.

"By the way," he said, "I'm Mark."

"Oh..." she said, showing him a smile that seemed to hook cruelly just as she looked away, "...like it matters."

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Mary finally broke free of the the car, helped as much from her rapidly expanding rear end as the panic-induced strength. Her pants gave up long before that and the ripped outer seams gaped open to a huge expanse of hip and thigh. Her pelvic bones had enlarged as well (that was what had held her trapped in the chair) and she now had a hip measurement that exceeded 80 inches, and each of the thighs was thicker than her waist. The continued ripping of the cloth told her that she was not finished growing.

Pushing her panic aside, she used the letter opener at her desk to cut away the pants, and waddled to her closet. She took a peasant skirt that was there, and slipped it over her head. When it settled it came to her knees, rather than the floor length it was supposed to be. It had to be one of those bio-morphic weapons the Americans were working on, and she knew she had to report it, but if she could get to the strike team staging area where her ABC gear was and engineer a tear in it, she may not wind up in the stockade.

Her hips brushed the frame of the door to her home as she waddled to her car. Lucky for her she had a big American make, as even that took some effort to squeeze onto the seat.

It took 30 minutes to get to the strike team HQ, and in that time her backside had gained at least another 30 inches or so. Her legs, also plumpening, were as ponderous as treestumps. The skirt, now up to her midthighs, was also getting tight.

Entering the building, she did not see anyone else, so she made for the ABC suit storage area. In the storage area the suits were in decontam, but something was wrong! The suits were melting in the cleaning solution! The organic/synthetic matrix of the suits and the cleaning solution was an almost identical mix to the breeding solution for BUGS, and several varieties had tagged along on the suits. In addition to the BUGS that Mary was host to were HERM-117, designed to create female based hermaphodites, SBL-7, which increased the number of human mammaries to six, and started permanant lactation, and BEGG-104 which dictated an enlargement of the breasts to double G cup size. The area was fully contaminated with them all.

Realizing that a coverup of her blunder was no longer important, she lunbered over to a telephone. Dialing her commanding officer, she said to him, "Captain Ajax, those bioweapons the Americans made came with us, the strike team HQ is contaminated and I have been exposed! This building and anyone in it must be sealed and all the people who have been in it must be quarantined immediately!.......Yes sir, I will handle things inside."

She set the phone to PA mode and announced, "All personnel in this building, please assemble in the main lobby, but do not under any circumstances go outside! You will be briefed soon on an emergency situation." She drew a pair of uzi submachine guns from the small armory and the keys from the duty officer's desk. He was unconscious behind it and she saw the front of his uniform was straining to contain what looked to be three sets of large bosoms. She reached under the top of the desk and hit the button that started all the doors to the building to go to auto-lockdown. Now the only set of keys to the outside were in her hands and she was determined not to let one BUG, or BUG-contaminated person to leave.

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At the door of room 423, she stopped with the key in the lock and turned toward him, running her hands along his upper arms, pressing her amazing breasts against him. He still couldn't believe the size of them; he cupped them from the sides and they met his touch with the cool, solid weight of real flesh. She writhed in his arms and growled softly.

"God damn, baby," he muttered, sliding his hands under the t-shirt, feeling her velvety skin pucker slightly under his fingers. Her nipples were big and hard and hot. He pinched them lightly, and she put her hands over his and squeezed much harder.

With a low chuckle, she turned him around and thumped him against the door with the weight of her bosom. "C'mon," she said, that wicked smile playing again on her lips, "I won't break." Somewhere below the massive shelf of tit-flesh mashed between them, he felt the hard mound of her pelvis bump against the shaft of his raging boner and lewdly begin to grind.

He was still hefting her boobs with his palms, squeezing her nipples with his fingertips, and she was dancing, undulating in his arms. "Harder, damn you," she breathed, throwing her head back.

The seams of her overstretched t-shirt were disintegrating under the strain. He watched as rows of threads popped in cascades and fat crescents of creamy flesh bulged out through the growing gaps. She caught the unraveling collar in her fingers and tore it from her neck, and most of the shredded shirt went with it.

He was humping with her, caught in her rhythm, and his scrub pants were soaked with their juices. He felt a touch at his waist, and then the scrubs were slipping down his thighs. She gripped his dick with burning fingers, pumped it twice, then milked it into her palm with a long, strong upward stroke. He could feel his control slipping away as she stared wickedly into his eyes and drizzled oozing gobbets of his semen onto the pale tops of her breasts.

He put his mouth on one of the fat nipples, gave it a perfunctory bite, and began to suck. A hot gush of thick fluid erupted into his mouth, shocking him. He tried to pull away, but his body no longer obeyed his thoughts. He heard himself sucking harder, swallowing long draughts of the creamy stuff. Against his will, his tongue swirled in tight circles around the invading nipple and mouthful after mouthful of her milk poured down his obediently guzzling throat. The incredible, unstoppable flood ran from his nose and spurted in splattering gouts from the corners of his mouth. The thrusting of their hips intensified until he felt the muscles of his lower back beginning to tear.

But he couldn't stop.

Caught like a fly in honey, something unvoicable -- a scream? a moan of ecstacy? -- building in his helplessly gulping throat, Mark barely noticed when she turned the doorknob behind him and they fell into the glowing green interior of room 423.

She landed astride him like a panther, her squeezing, kneading fingers submerged in the pillowy flesh of the breast in his mouth, her wiry thighs choking his cock. She kicked the door shut behind them, and the exertion coaxed a torrent of greenish-white milk from her unattended breast.

Distantly sensing another presence in the room, Mark stared up past the mountain of heaving breastflesh pressing against his face, past her leering smile, as something rose up behind her. Something dark and powerful and writhing, something that loomed over them and rippled with muscle. He whimpered in fear as he suddenly understood:

It was his dick.

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Interlude: "Not A Morning Person"

Susan's alarm clock went off at 6:30, and just like always, she snarled into her pillow and blindly slapped around on the nightstand until she managed to hit the snooze button.

The snooze button had never CRUNCHED before, but she was too sleepy to notice.

At about 9:00, she woke to the normal morning noises of the sorority house, wondering what the fuck was wrong with the clock and what the fuck she had been drinking last night.

Groggy and hung-over, she crawled from the bed, grabbed a handful of toiletries, and staggered barefoot down the hall to the closest of the second floor's two bathrooms.

In her usual stall (the second one from the door), the toilet handle came right off in her hand, trailing a length of damp, algae-coated copper flange. She stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, dimly decided it wasn't a direct threat to her well-being, and dropped it into the toilet.

When she left the stall, the door handle came right off in her hand. She stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, decided that it was smaller and even less dangerous than the previous incomprehensible thing that had come right off in her hand, and dropped it into the toilet with its accomplice.

As she was preparing to brush her teeth, the Ultra Brite inexplicably shot from the tube at high velocity and went whizzing out the open window like a gooey white lightning bolt with green stripes. The running water drowned out the outraged squawk from the lawn downstairs.

When the toothbrush snapped in half, she stared blankly at the two sticks for almost a minute before choosing the short one with the bristles on it and finishing up her back teeth.

In the shower, the hot and cold knobs came right off in her hands when she cut the water on, and when she swiveled the shower-head, it landed on the floor along with a nice chunk of tile, some plaster, and a short, twisted section of heavy-gauge copper pipe.

On the plus side, the water pressure was way better than usual.

Drying off, she grumped to herself about the way the campus laundry was shrinking the towels. When the pathetic little rag ripped in two while she was drying her back, she humphed in disgust and tossed the soggy halves through the other window (which had been closed and perfectly fine until then).

It always took a couple of minutes for the water to drain out of her ears, so she didn't hear the shriek from the doorway as she stalked back to the row of sinks.

The hairbrush broke, too, but by now she was almost half awake, and was able to decide almost immediately which of the sticks to drag through her hair.

Tromping back up the hall to her room, she fished a random pair of clean panties out of the top drawer of the dresser, unconsciously placing the drawer handle inside the drawer so she could glue it back on later.

Pulling on the panties, she grabbed her left sneaker off the dresser and looked around for the other one. She spotted it peering at her from under the bed and bent over to snag it.

When she did, the panties basically vaporized.

She was staring blankly at the ribbons of pale pink cotton that were fluttering to the floor around her feet when her friend Denni barged through the door, started a sentence about breakfast, looked at Susan, did a really neat imitation of a flying fish, and fainted onto the bed.

She looked over at Denni (who seemed to be giving head to a pair of jeans that Susan had decided not to wear yesterday).

She looked down at what Denni had been looking at.

She looked into the mirror over the dresser.

"Fuck," she said. "What the hell was in that beer?"

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The first thing she saw was the twin beanbag sized breasts swaying fitfully on her chest, then the muscles hit her. She was absolutely huge, her deeply tanned body rippled with muscles that would make any body builder - male or female - look like a stick figure. She curled her arm in awe and watched her bicep shoot up to the size of a beer keg. Her nipples swelled with lust as her own strength started to turn her on. Shock turned into raw animal lust as she mashed her huge biceps into her equally huge tits, watching the golden flesh ooze up around the throbbing iron, moaning in ecstacy as her boobs rubbed against each other. Her tits throbbed with excitement, swelling to twice their already immense size while their coke bottle sized nipples thrust tantalizingly out from her dark fleshy masses. She couldn't reach her arms even half way to her nipples and she shuddered. She needed someone to suck her tits, she needed someone to flex her muscles for . . . she needed hot wild sex, and she needed it N O W!!!!!!

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Meanwhile, Jane sat in her room playing Tomb Raider II, laughing at the e-mail her friend had sent her, sending her to the a couple of Nude Raider sites. Carrie was a female techno-chick, a tad overweight, with dark black hair and a tad short. She was very withdrawn and felt that the computer world was the only one she belonged in. So she sat and played games, perhaps more often than she should, but she was glad to have her sisters, who were glad to have her for computer knowledge. She was always willing to help them fix their computers or find the information they needed.

"Yeah, sure, sick little male cyber-perverts with nothing better to do than alter still shots of a computer game to make picture for all of their little buddies to ogle. If they ever saw a real Lara naked, they would freak out of their little computer-addled minds."

Little did Carrie know that TRII-314 had just infected her body. TRII-314 was one of the newest off-hours bugs that had been developed by Ling and Masters. It was a template for a flesh and blood Lara Croft, with even larger breasts.

Carrie felt a warm tingle come over her body, stretching slightly in the chest. She then saw herself in the mirror, looking at her hair, which became brownish and grew into a ponytail.

"What the hell?" she said, looking at her slimming facial features and growing chest. "Be careful what you wish for I guess!" as she smiled slyly at herself. Maybe she was about to finally catch a break in her life.

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At that moment, Corporal Hicks and the containment team broke into the soroity house.

Hicks, Ling, and a couple of troops stormed in, firing electromagnetic pulses in every room, causing the active BUGS to shut down and liquefy. A grunt ran up to Hicks.

"SIR! We have 10 possible infections upstairs!"

...Back in Carrie's room

Carrie moaned as she finished transforming... Her clothes swam on her now, except in the chest, where they were pulled tight.

"What in the hell?!" Carrie muttered, not noticing her new British accent.

(Author's note - is a vocal accent part of the brain or is it motor function? I'm not sure)

Just then, one of the members of the containment team busted in her door, firing the EMP pulses... Carrie felt her body shudder, and then saw some grey slime on her arms...

...In Lillith's room...

Somehow, Lillith sensed the team's entrance...

"Time to get the hell out of River City," she said.

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But she stopped at the door, looking back longingly at Mark's dick, now a six-foot monolith of engorged gristle that throbbed obscenely and oozed pale green, glowing pre-cum.

"Damn," she muttered. "All this power going to waste..."

Making a sudden decision, she turned from the door and strode across the room to the Murphy bed that was folded into the wall. "Okay, Markie boy," she said, giving the bedframe a sharp tug, "Since you're so ready and all, I think we might have time for a quickie."

The bed swung down and crashed onto the floor, and Mark cried out in surprise as an avalanche of pale, green-splattered flesh tumbled out. Flesh that bounced against the mattress, spilled over the sides of the bed, and thumped quivering onto the floor. Mark gaped at a pair of breasts the size of industrial garbage cans, beneath which thrashed the seemingly-tiny arms and legs of a blonde coed. The blonde was gasping in ecstacy, and Mark spotted a telltale gleam of moisture between her thighs.

"This is Michelle, Markie," Lilith said, "and she wants you BAD."

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On the stairs, Patterson and Sykes punched the bar and ran into the third floor corridor, kicking doors and EM-pulsing anything that moved.

Ling and Jenkins continued sprinting up the stairs to the fourth floor. Ling found himself staring at Jenkin's butt as she climbed in front of him. Her body was doing things the designers never intended to the drape of her Racal E-20 biohazard suit, and Ling -- who occasionally dreamed about hot girls in white plastic -- was having a little trouble keeping his mind on business.

Jenkins reached the fourth floor landing, punched the door bar with her back, and swung warily into the corridor.

Empty.

From below, she could hear shouting and an occasional EM discharge. Ling was right behind her, pressed against her butt, gasping for breath, unarmed. Great, she thought, he'll be TONS of help if we run into any resistence...

She tapped the gel cannister on her EM rifle.

Full.

"Okay," she whispered, "let's get busy."

****

Lakey hit the door of room 212 with his shoulder. The frame splintered at the latch and the door swung in, slamming against the wall. As Lakey sprinted up the hall to 214, Otis dropped the muzzle of his EM rifle and rolled low into the doorway of 212, ready to fire. The view stopped him in his tracks.

A cute brunette coed was lying naked on the bed with her legs in the air.

"Hi," she said, sticking her tongue out at him, "wanna play with me?"

"You okay?," Otis asked, starting to swing the barrel of the rifle up to the safety position.

She smiled, and stuck her tongue out farther.

And farther. It slithered between her breasts and paused to lick her belly button.

Otis just stood there mesmerized, fogging the visor of his suit. When the tip of the girl's tongue reached the shadows between her legs, it traced a single circle around her erect clitoris, then coiled part of its length like a rattlesnake and plunged into her pussy.

Somehow, it never even occurred to him that she might have a roommate.

****

Lakey popped the door of 214 and stepped back to let Otis through, but Otis wasn't there.

He swiveled his head to look back up the corridor, so he never saw the enormous, rippling arm that darted out of the shadows of room 214, grabbed his head as if it were an apple, and jerked him inside.

In the darkness, something huge slammed Lakey against a wall, tore the crotch out of his biohazard suit, and roughly began to stroke his penis.

****

A squishing noise was coming from inside room 423.

Jenkins put her back against the wall alongside the door, pushed Ling backwards another step, and quietly checked the doorknob.

Unlocked. She teased the latch free and gave the door a tiny push; it silently swung open a couple of inches.

A green glow emanated through the gap between the door and the wall. Jenkins looked back at Ling. Ling's eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed with comprehension, then widened again. With fear? He reached for her arm as if to pull her back, but she shook off his hand.

Turning back to the door, she armed her pulse rifle, then risked a quick look inside.

Ling saw her mouth fall open inside her visor.

A blonde girl with impossibly large breasts lay on her back on the Murphy bed inside the room. The breasts were suspended above her by an extension cord, its ends tied around her beercan-sized nipples and looped over the ceiling light (which had pulled partway out of the plaster and seemed to be hanging on by a wire and a toggle bolt).

Kneeling between the blonde's legs was a boy with a penis bigger than Jenkins herself. The muscular shaft of the monstrous organ extended over the girl's belly and disappeared between the huge, pale breasts, veins squirming like blue garden hoses beneath its purpled skin. Testicles the size of prize-winning watermelons rested between the boy's straining thighs. He was fucking the girl's cleavage, his face a mask of agonized effort as he struggled to thrust the weight of the monolithic cock.

A slender, black-haired girl (with much smaller, but still very large, breasts) squatted on the blonde girl's face, churning her hips lewdly and squeezing her breasts. Twin fountains of greenish-white fluid jetted from her nipples, splattering the trapped blonde and the straining boy. With each desperate thrust of the boy's hips, the enormous purple head of his penis emerged from the blonde's cleavage and darted within inches of the black-haired girl's face. Her chin, neck, and upper chest were splattered with greenish, glowing pre-cum.

Suddenly, as if sensing that she was being watched, the black-haired girl looked directly at Jenkins, smiled malevolently, then turned to face the boy.

"Cum for me, Markie," she said.

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At a house three blocks away, the five half drunken students heard a large explosion.

"What the hell was that?", a tall lean blonde named Rick slurred to the others. A reply came from a shorter more husky individual named Scott. "I dunno, but you want another beer?", he said as he got up to stumble to the kitchen.

"Sure" Rick said as his attension returned to the TV along with the three others in the room.

As Scott travelled into the kitchen, a wave of nausea flowed over him. Stumbling to the kitchen counter, he placed his hand on it for support. Bending over, cramps seized his body. "What the hell" he whispered to himself. "Beers never done this before." were his last thoughts before he passed out.

Two hours later, Scott came to. Looking around the room, his head seemed more clear that before. "Must have passed out" he thought to himself as he reached for the counter top. When his hand came into view, he realized with a start that it looked different. It has long red nails?!?! With a start, Scott stood up and realized that he had changed and so had his clothes. Unknown to him, he had been infected with on of the JLA-023 bugs designed to create the Justice League of America from the comic books (with a few changes)

Looking down, he saw two huge breasts hanging from his chest. Freaking out now, he notices that not only was he a chick, but he was wearing a Wonder Woman costume that looked way to authenic. His tiny feet were highly arched in the high heeled boots and when he looked down at his body, his long black locks fell into his face. Panicking, Scott ran into the living room to find his friends. Not noticing that he had no problem walking in the boots (as the bug were designed to as closely as possible duplicate the heros actions and powers) he realized that whatever happened to his also affected his friends!

Looking around the room, he saw that his friends were also just coming to. From left to right, he saw an ultra buxom Supergirl, and a sleek and slender Batgirl in a revealing rubber costume. Also the Flash, but female with a skimpy leotard for a costume, and lastly someone he didn't recognize until 'she' turned to face him. It was...

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While the new superbimbos looked at each other in shocked wonder, across town at the ladies only health club, a BUG designated PRANK-117, had found a new home in the sump of the club's air conditioner, where it replicated madly. Down on the main floor Evelynne struggled with her rotund body through another set of aerobics, led by the insane and terminally thin woman who was tireless, and had a joy in working out the "tubbies" At 5 foot 7 inches and 200 lbs Evelynne was not as bad as most, and boasted a GG chest that the thin bitch could only dream of! At least she had gotten here in time to get the best spot on the floor, right under the air conditioning vent.

Little did she know that PRANK-117 had just blown in, and the BUGS keyed to her DNA before they spread to the rest of the health club. A short time later she noticed a pain in her lower back, and her boobs seeemed to be obstructing her arms every time she brought them down form above her head. By the time she realized that her breasts had moved under her arms, she experienced a massive pain in her back.

She fell to the floor, the pain slowly went away and she experienced a sudden jolt of pleasure. It built up slowly and soon consumed her. She could hear the other women in the gym also moaning and thrashing around. Then in a burst of orgasmic bliss, She felt her body twist strangely.

After a while, Evelynne sat up. her legs seemd to move in a different way than they used to, andher lap was behind her. reaching down, She found no trace of her massive mammaries, and running her hands down her front encountered a large mass of flesh where her hips should be. Pulling away her ruined leotard she found herself looking at her own rear end, now twisted to the front, her legs were nowhereto be seen! When she turned around to look behind her she knew that her hips had rotated 180 degrees, amkeing her backside her front and the frontside her back. The swing of weight on her upperback let her know where her bosom had migrated to. her breasts were also on her back! And her legs, reversed, now bent in the other direction!

And as she looked wildly arond for help, the images of 30 or so women all identical to her in every way, including that anorexic bitch who now was as porky as Evelynne was, including the huge breasts hanging from her back!

Before Evelynne could draw a breath, the moaning in the room changed to screaming as the women began to notice the changes. Evelynne added her own wails to the din!

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Before Jenkins could react, 'Markie' exploded. Glowing green substance came pouring out like water from a fire hose in powerful spurts. The first knocked the dark haired girl up against the wall, but she quickly grabbed the enormous head and turned it towards the scientists in the doorway. The blast knocked Jenkins gun aside and she fell back against Ling. The floor was now slippery and gelatinous under their feet. They tried to get up but kept being knocked down by further spurts from 'Markie'.

Lilith smiled wickedly as she pulled Mark forward by his cock head. Lost in his orgasm, the boy came along, following the lead of his carnal leash. He continued to spew all over the two scientists, who were now finding it hard to move as the glowing green substance hardened. Mark finally fainted from the sheer pleasure and Lilith put down the improvised fire hose as it went limp.

"Good Boy.", she said in mock praise to Mark. "Now lets see who we have to play with here." Jenkins and Ling tried to struggle free, but they were stuck tight as Lilith pulled the hood off Ling's contamination suit. Ling held his breath knowing that this BUG created a pheromone enhancement to make the subject irresistable. "Naughty, naughty!", chided Lilith as she pressed his checks in on either side with one hand forcing his mouth open. "SUCK!", she commanded. Ling tried to resist, but that nipple simply had to taste good, and that glowing green looked so inviting...

Vrimp! Jenkins had managed to close a finger over the trigger and the EMP gun had fired.

Lilith jumped back as the shot went by her. "Time to go, my pretties, these two don't want to play." She then turned and ran into her room and crashed through the window and landed in the tree outside. Jenkins and Ling could hear her laughter as she climbed down, and ran down the street.

"What was that?!", asked Jenkins as she shook her head trying to clear it.

"A very weird, and terrible idea. A contageous slut. She's a factory for a very powerful BUG.", answered Ling. "We've got to warn the others about her. Switch the orders on her to shoot to kill!"

"And how do we get out of this?", asked Jenkins as once more she tried to struggle free.

"Wait, it will crystalize, and then it will be very brittle.", advised Ling. "Then we can crack our selves out. In the meantime keep firing that gun. It might attrack the others, and it will keep the BUGs from getting near."

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"Zoot zoot" was the sound that eminated out of the house as Jake Thomson walked by. "What the hell is that" he thought to himself as he saw a naked woman fly out of the window, hit the ground and start running.

"Man. Things are totally crazy around this campus. I wonder if this has anything to do with whats happening to me" He wondered as he meandered back to his residence.

"The things that were happening to him" refered to the fact that as of that morning, Jake had lost over 60lbs and 1 ft of height resulting in a thin 5'2", 99lb guy. Not only that, during the day Jake noticed that he had black spots growing on various parts of his body and he had weird hard lumps growing all over his chest, stomach and face.

Arriving at his doorstep, a wicked cramp came over Jake. It felt like he was being kicked in the crotch and someone was ripping the skin off his face and torso. Stumbling into his house, he fought to stay concious as he made his way to his bathroom. Turning on the light, he got the sight of his life!

His skin had gone from its normal dark complexsion to white with black splotches. Reaching up to his face, he noticed that his fingers were black and hard. As he watched, they merged into two halfs of hooves? Suddenly there was a large surge of pain, and it was over. Shaking his head, he looked back at the mirror and saw that he now possessed a muzzle! His ears had also traveled from the side of his head and were now located at the top of his head! His tatter clothes barely hung from his body, but through them, he saw that he had quite a different shape. Taking off his shredded blue sweater, he was shocked to see that his slender body was also black and white. The biggest shock was that he now had breasts! 6 to be exact. They each had to be at least DD cups with nipples that were well over 2 inches long and very thick.

"Oh my god.", Jake whispered to himself, "I'm a cow!" It was then that he realized that a cow is FEMALE! Clumsily taking off the remnants of his pants, he saw that he was indeed a humanoid FEMALE cow. His previously slender legs were now black and white and ended in hooves. They resembled the legs of the legendary satyrs that Jake sometimes read about in his D&D novels. The image in Jake's mirror was so foreign, but yet so erotic. He was part cow!?? How did this happen?

Of course he didn't know that earlier in the day he had been infected with the COW-9495 bug that had floated into his classroom from the ventilation system along with various other bugs.

He felt a foreign moistness creep into his crotch and a strange pressure on his chest (breasts?!)

He was in heat!! And giving off milk!.

With milk dribbling down his torso, Jake managed to pick up the phone in his hooves and started to call his friend Sara from class to see if she was alright!

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Sara was brushing her hair in her dorm room when the phone rang.

"Hello? Oh, hi. I'm ... O.K., I guess. What do I mean by that? Well, some strange developments have come to light. Come over to your place? Sure. What?! A ... Cow? Oh, you poor dear I'll be right over, Jake."

Sara put the phone down and continued to brush out her hair. It was a long job now. Normally she kept her brown curly hair in a short do. But BUG HERM-6902 had infected her. After a short bout of nausea, she had stared in fascination at the mirror as her hair suddenly grew and grew until she had hair down to her ankles. At the same time her B-cup breasts swelled and swelled until they were well beyond normal measurements, and yet they were soft and firm, with no sign of sag. Her nipples had expanded and grown until they were over an inch long and were bright pink and dripped milk. Her two new mounds of flesh held together were wider than her frame, and stuck out over a foot.

But that was not the strangest thing. She had been taking a shower when the BUG had begun its work. That was how she had found herself in front of a mirror when it happened, and how she came to be dripping wet nude so that she could see all that was happening to her. As her hair and breasts had grown, she felt her clitoris harden. Natural reaction to all the excitement she thought. But what was not natural was how it got longer and thicker, how it had grown down and around her piss hole and was now terminated by a ... Oh God! It had grown into a erect penis! And it must have been ten inches long!

She sat down on the toilet to try and calm down. At least she still had a vagina, and it still seemed normal. She closed her eyes and took a few long controlled breaths. That calmed her down enough that she could open her eyes and not panic again when she looked at herself. Her new cock had softened, and she watched in fascination as it shrank back and retracted behind the hood of flesh that used to hold her clit and piss hole from sight. When she stood up and looked in the mirror she looked like a normal woman, except for her massive chest and extremely long hair.

She found that she could dress normally below the waist, but she had to search her limited closet for something to cover her upper body. She finally settled on an oversized night shirt that now wasn't oversized, and would never reach low enough to cover her hips ever again. She tucked it into her jeans and now looked presentable. Her hair was a handful, but she began to brush it out and planned to tuck most of it down the back of her shirt and down her pants, leaving some out to cover her shoulders and hide the existance of the rest.

She had was just finishing the brushing when her friend called with the news about his own weird transformation. What had happened to her was nothing compared to it.

She quickly finished up and headed out to his place. As she walked down the street, she saw odd goings on everywhere. Strange trucks were parked in front of the other women's residence, men and women were running around, some looking very strange indeed.

When she got there, she knocked on the door.

"Come in, its unlocked.", called a voice from inside. She opened the door, stepped inside and locked it behind her. "Oh, Sara, thank you so much for coming, I don't know how this happened and I don't know what to do."

Sara turned and for the first time saw the truly strange changes to her friend. She looked him over and began to have a strange stirring feeling between her legs. The slow drip from his six nipples was hypnotic.

"Oh, Sara, hold me?!", he gave her a hug. His body was warm and she could smell the moistness from his newly formed womanhood waft up. She inhaled deeply as she hugged him back. She now felt her cock swelling and pushing at the zipper in her jeans.

Jake on the other hand, felt very strange, why was he feeling so vulnerable? It was the new hormones coursing through him. As they hugged he felt the lump in her jeans up against his crotch. In response, his body instinctively ground his rounded hips into it, wanting it to get bigger, wanting it ... inside?!

They began to kiss. Deeply. Passionately. Sara broke the hug and kiss first. "You're not the only one who's changed.", she announced as she undid her jeans and let them drop to he feet and kicked them aside. Free now, her cock sprang to full attention. She then pulled her shirt off and stood nude in front of him. "See. Perhaps we both could learn about our new bodies, together.", she suggested. Her new hormones were charging through her, and her new organ screamed for release inside something warm, wet, and tight. She gently lowered her mouth down on one of his nipples and began to suck. Warm wet milk gushed down her throat and she moaned.

Jake felt a release of pressure as she drank from him. It felt so good! When she had drained that one he moved her to the next. Sara obliged him and continued to drink his milk. An urge built deep inside him and suddenly a sound came from his lips from his throat, "Moooore! Mooooooooooore!"

Sara reached down with her free hands and began to milk his middle pair of breasts like she would a cow back on her father's farm deep in the mid-west. The warm fluid splashed over her chest and belly and dripped down between her legs. The warm and wet liquid felt good on her throbbing cock, and she could feel his moist slit against the shaft as he ground his hips into her again.

Her lust was in full command as she positioned him on all fours and moved in behind. Resting her own massive mammaries on his back she plunged her raging hard-on deep into his new female organ. The milk attacked as a perfect lubricant, and soon she set a quick pace as her mind twisted and turned with the strong sensations this new part of her felt. She reached down with her hands a milked the lowest set of his teats.

He was lost in the pleasure of it. He thought, how could I be doing this? Because I'm her sweet she-cow, his fevered mind replied. He let out another cow moan, "Mooooooore!"

Explosion! Stars! Sweet release gripped them both as they came in unison. An unfamiliar pulsing sensation accompanied hers as an equally unfamiliar throbbing accompained his. They collapsed together on the floor. After recovering, they lay there cuddling. Then his mouth wandered up to her tits, and he began to drink from her. She looked down at her sweet she-cow, and thought to herself, here we go again!

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Prototype I-932 BUG
Sufficient number generated to initiate secondary level of directories. AI program running over shared neural net. Scanning for additional commands. NO COMMANDS FOUND. System error: Command personnel must be located. Core program indicates command personnel would be high intellect person with I-932 virus to allow rapid 'telepathic' communications to troops. Scanning list of currently infected subjects for one most intellectually active. Subject found. Initiating contact.

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Meanwhile some of the BUGS that were drifting over New York (as mentioned in a previous post) settled along a major highway infecting a driver of a truck that contained radioactive material. BUG PAWS-178 infected him, a bug designed to make soldiers have claws for unarmed combat, however it wasn't perfected, his hands turned into animal paws, he couldn't grip the steering wheel, and the truck plummeted over the cliffside spilling the radioactive material. Though electromagnetic radiation kills BUGS the nuclear radiation causes them to mutate. The mutant bugs were carried by the wind. One mutant was TIT-36C, origionally one designed to give small busted women normal sized breasts it now gives men breasts and TWIN-18 which doubles the number of body parts it touches instead of splitting one person into two like it's supposed to.

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John stared at the screen. He had accessed this archive of stories on big breasted woman, hoping to find a story matching his fantasy. Unfortunately, none of the writers seemed to be as perverted as he. Apperently, highly intellectual fantasies didn't exist here. Sighing, he reached out to write his own story.

Suddenly,flaming letters seemed to float in front of his eyes.

} BUGS I-932 CONTACTING COMMAND PERSONNEL. AWAITING INSTRUCTIONS.

John gulped. "Who are you?" he asked.

} STATEMENT OF IDENITY REQUESTED BY COMMAND PERSONNEL.

} BUGS I-932 ARE A HIVE IDENITY OUTGROWTH OF THE BIO-ALTERATION NANOBOTIC PROJECT 'BUGS', DESIGNED TO ALLOW RAPID COMMUNICATION BETWEEN COMMAND PERSONNEL AND OTHER BUGS SUBJECTS.

"Why are you calling me command personnel?"

} YOU ARE CURRENTLY THE MOST INTELLECTUALLY ACTIVE PERSON INFECTED WITH I-932 AND NO OTHER BUGS. AWAITING ORDERS FOR OTHER PERSONNEL.

There was a pause.

} PLEASE CONFIRM COMMAND PERSONNEL STATUS.

John smiled. This might be interesting. "Command status? Yeah, that's me."

} AWAITING ORDERS.

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TO: ALL BUGS HUNTERS

FROM: BUGS MAIN FRAME

MESSAGE:

WARNING: BUG M-3; PROTOTYPE; FLAWED HAS ESCAPED CONTAINMENT

CONTAIN AT ONCE! CONTAIN AT ONCE!

END MESSAGE

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<subject a 359: Bioscan running... running... running... running... Bioscan complete **WARNING** PAHO38 BUGG detected <SWITCHING TO NARRATIVE MODE> Christina sat in her office thumbing through the latest documents her boss had told her to file. It was late and all the other employees had gone home. Her boredom was almost mind numbing, and her loneliness equally so. It had been nearly 2 months since her bastard of a boyfriend , Armando had run off with that slut who worked the counter at the nearby burger chef. Thinking of him dredged up memories of the good times they had had together, both on their feet and off. Suddenly she was struck by how much she needed a man now, strange since she hadn't felt so since Armando had left. "Fuck the papers." She said aloud. "It's time I had a break."

She grabbed her sweater and was halfway to the elevator when her horniness suddenly surged, she could barely walk now, the fire in her pussy was so intense. Quickly she stumbled into the bathroom, which to her advantage locked from the inside. She spied the shower in the back, which had been there since the building's first days as a chem lab. The current owners "Sensidyne" had opted to leave it in so that the company softball team could wash up after games. Christine ran to it and turned on the water full blast, not even bothering to take off her clothes. Since its original purpose was for decontamination, there were 9 nozzles surrounding her on all sides, 3 level with her head, 3 with her midsection, and 3 low on her legs. There was also a detachable head hanging above her which she quickly pulled down and used it to massage her aching clit. She moaned loudly, but didn't worry about discovery since the only other person in the building was the security gaurd. She couldn't believe the intensity of her hunger, which even semed to spread, for now her belly seemed to ache for attention. She began to rub her belly with her free hand, probing her belly button and occasionally running the showerhead over it. Her sopping wet clothes clung to her like a second skin but now they started to feel a bit too clingy. Curiously she tried to lift her shirt, but found it was caught on something. Suddenly she realized what it was.

"Oh my gawd!" She breathed as she realized that her belly and tits were starting to grow like balloons! However the desire that filled her drowned out her panic and she began probing her pussy more deeply with the nozzle. Her clothing was starting to stretch visibly the roundness of her belly and tits stretching the fabric. The first button on her cotton business blouse popped off and cracked a mirror outside the shower stall, revealing her heaving, bloating cleavage, inch by inch. THe second and third soon followed, and her painfully stretched areola began to show each of them almost the size of a dinner plate. Seeing this she became frenzied, ramming the nozzle into her pussy as far as it would go, desperately, ignoring the way it stretched her pussy. The bottom two buttons on the blouse now gave out, revealing another vast sphere of womanlihood, larger even than her breasts which were at least a triple FFF cup by now. The last 3 buttons went with a pop, shot off by the combined pressure of her huge, bloated belly and her massive breasts.

Tears in the sides of the fabric of the t-shirt that she wore underneath were already showing, revealing still more of her stretching, distended flesh. Finally her belt snapped allowing her unbuttoned skirt to drop to the floor. Massaging her pussy had begun to no longer excite her, and she found her mind turning toward her current growth. "God I love this, there's just so MUCH of me to feel!"

"I gotta be BIGGER!" she thought wildly, jamming the nozzle all the way into her clit. The growth doubled, her breasts and belly filling up even faster. Her belly was now too big to fit through the door, and her tits were beginning to obscure her vision. There were now huge holes in her shirt, stretched beyond the boundaries of anything the designer had planned on. "Bigger!" She wailed as she hooked herself onto a shower head. Now she could no longer stand up alone, but fortunately that huge balloon of a belly helped prop her up. Indeed she was now finding it difficult to move at all in the stall. She was pushed backwards by her faster and faster growing stomach until she felt the other set of showerheads on the opposite wall. Think quickly she positioned herself and soon felt another head pushing it's way up her ass! She began to quiver with pleasure, as her bloated flesh became more and more sensitive, each drop causing a tiny orgasm all it's own. She was surprised that all the 'heads stayed in her, until she heard a crumbling noise, and she knew that her colossal belly had taken out the stall-wall. Pushing into her tight, overinflated belly, which was now the size of a small car. She managed to get close enough to snare the other two heads and jammed them into her pussy as well. "This is impossible, my clit must be growing too!" Now she could REALLY feel it, as her nipples, now the size and shape of large cucumbers brushed the ceiling sending another wave of pleasure through her. Just then, she heard the main door's lock being clicked. A voice outside asked "Are you okay?"

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John smiled. It had been so easy, after those bugs, those I-932s. He asked them where the nearest infected subject was, and they had told him.

The woman looked like a bunch of balloons tied together. John licked his lips.

~Well, ~ He thought. ~I know I can give her subliminal commands, in addition to activating the BUGS in her. Let's see what commands I can give her, directly.~

"Christina, is it?" he asked. "I'm John Larby. Tech, other side of the building. You and I are going to have a lot of fun."