Four Days In Danville

by Anonymous

Prescript

The scientist was absolutely successful. In a sweep of days, the world became a radically different place. Women's libidos changed, then their bodies, then their minds. The world rocked upon its foundations, and several nations collapsed as irreplaceable women doctors, scientists, and business leaders lost their minds to a raging sex drive. Some would say that the world became a brighter place, with men truly happy and women too brainless to care either way. Some say that the loss of the status of women is a net minus on the world. (Not many.)

The effects on single women and others far from family and friends has already been chronicled, but for many reasons the effects on the suburbs have never been studied. The stigmatization of incest that was still prevalent at the time, the fact that the whole period was so chaotic that it seemed like a dream to many, and finally the undeniable truth that for a long time no one really cared. The folk at Time Magazine and such were too preoccupied with fucking their coworkers to pay any mind to anything besides the pressing national news.

For the first time, some eight years after the original sweep of the Virus, a chronicle of these three days in a typical suburb has emerged. For this, the Historians are indebted to Scott Northrup, a young man who personally observed the time and recorded his observations soon after. This account is offered in narrative form, as only through it does this Historian feel that a true feel for the events involved can be discerned. We now turn the reader over to Four Days in Danville.

Four Days in Danville

Day 0 - 6:30 AM

Many Theological debates rage about the nature of time in Hell. Some argue that there is no time in hell- that all time is motionless. Some argue that Hell follows the path of the celestial bodies just like any other place. It is to the detriment of both that they didn't ask the opinion of Scott Northrup. He would've argued- and proved- that Hell stands at a fixed point in time, the time when all is darkest and malevolent in the world. This time is 6:30 AM, when Scott's alarm clock went off in the morning. Scott may have taken this theory furthur to claim that his own personal Hell would be the eternal ring to signal a day when he had 5 tests to take.

That day- November 11th, 1998, would be the last day Scott had to take any tests for a long, long time.

Scott managed to catch 10 more minutes of drowsiness before he roused himself from bed and padded downstairs to the cold, cold world that was the kitchen. His sister Kelly, a 14 year old bookworm like her brother, was already chomping on Crispix and reading the paper. Cursing his lack of speed, Scott had to content himself with the local news section. The lead story, about a minor flu epidemic among San Francisco airport employees, wasn't terribly interesting, and Scott flipped back to the editorials while the morning whiled away.

Scott's family had a very carefully established regimen in the morning. Carefully calibrated so that the fewest members of the family had to see each other at any given time, rare was the day when Scott saw his Dad or Mom. Today, however, she chose to make an appearance in a disheveled nightgown and with frowsy hair. Scott's Mom looked much like his sister- preoccupied with books, average looking, and perpetually unconcerned with her appearance. Scott being much the same way, this didn't much concern the boy. Both were about 5'6", short black hair, chests flatter than Kansas. This didn't concern Scott either. He certainly wasn't much of a beauty. Nearsighted like his entire family, Scott's only saving grace was his height and build- both substantial.

In school, these were offset by his general unease around the fairer sex. Concerned more with grades than girls, Scott nevertheless watched those around him- and wished.

Going through the morning routine, quickly dressing and putting his books together, Scott came upon the one time of the day that the whole family dreaded- leaving. Through a trick of scheduling, everyone in Scott's family left for wherever they had to go that day at the same time. Scott's Dad to his office in San Jose. Scott's Mom to San Francisco to work at her nursing job, and Scott and his sister drove to the local High School. The time was filled with awkward kisses between the parents, smiles between parent and child, and general unease. Everyone made for the door, and the moment passed.

Day 0- 7:30 AM

Janet, Scott's Mom, was first out of the door and in the clear. Leaving for work always hit her the hardest. Janet was hit by the double whammy of feeling that she should be at home on one hand, a deep-seated pyschological urge brought on by a conformist childhood, and guilt on how eager she was to get to work on the other.

'I just want to provide for my family!' she'd rationalize, knowing that that was far from the truth.

All this guilt was quickly forgotten as she hopped on 680 on her way to work. Commute was a bitch for Janet. The road to the City was always jammed, and the commute would usually take at least an hour before she got to the hospital she worked at. Flipping on the radio, Janet irritatedly switched the station from the news broadcasts her husband must've left it on to some soothing classical. The calming tunes of Mozart relaxed her.

The commute took the typical hour and a half. Cars backed up solid onto the Bay Bridge, Caltrans clearing away the wreckage from whatever idiot had managed to kill someone this time.

'Odds are I'll find out today,' Janet thought. She worked the emergency room. It was a nerve wracking job, but Janet prided herself on her iron will. She'd been a giggly teenager before tragedy took her parents, and her reaction to that was to steel herself for whatever tragedy life could find. Holding a child while blood squirted in her face, taking care of the crack babies, holding a man's arm while a surgeon worked frantically to cauterize the stump.

The auto incident was indeed at the hospital, but Janet didn't get to see it. She got stuck with bedpan duty, as the emergency room was unusually quiet today outside of that incident. She took to it with her usual fortitude and took care of her duties with professional resolve. In a certain way she delighted in how only she, Janet, was strong enough to do a duty called filthy and unclean by most of humanity. A bit of pity touched her heart, as was only human.

'Poor guys,' she thought, observing a dying man named Carl, who had a bad heart. 'Never a chance, and to such a nice looking guy.'

Carl had it rough. Around 65, never smoked, drank only infrequently, nature still saw fit to load him off with a defective ticker.

A doctor she knew asked her to look in on an apparently disturbed patient, a young woman by the name of Clara. Janet raised an eyebrow when she saw the problem listed as "Excessive horniess," but wasn't unduly concerned. Most likely some prank by some college kids, playing mess-with-the-nurse's mind. Clara was sitting in a private room, dressed in a hospital gown and fidgeting nervously on the bed. Janet came in and gave her a warm smile.

'How are you, Clara? I'm Janet. What seems to be the problem?'

Clara blushed scarlet. It wasn't that hard, Janet noted. She was already flushed.

'I don't know what's wrong with me, Doctor. I don't have a fever, I haven't been sick and I have no allergies. I would feel fine except... I'm just so horny all of a sudden.'

'When did this occur?'

'I flew into SFO yesterday on business, but when I woke up this morning, all I could concentrate on was... you know..'

'Is this normal for you?'

'No! Some people even call me frigid. I rarely have sexual intercourse, and when I do I almost never orgasm. All of a sudden... wow. It's all I can do to just sit here. '

Janet listened to this with half an ear. Her mind had already determined 'College prank' and she wasn't truly concentrating. However, she couldn't help but notice the physical signs that pointed out that if Clara was lying about this being unusual, she was still terribly aroused. The scent filled the room, and Janet even found herself becoming warmer under the suffocating smell of female horniness. Clara's nipples, already substantial, were rock hard, and as Janet unobtrusively slipped her eyes to Clara's junction, the spots of moisture were painfully obvious.

'Either this is a nymphomaniac playing a joke, or her hormone centers just went all out of whack,' Janet thought. After taking bloodwork, she shrugged it off and passed the bloodwork to the lab before continuing with her day. Clara was put in a room for observation overnight. A private room, as men found it hard to concentrate when around her. At 6:00, when her shift ended, Janet left for home.

The labwork would've gone unnoticed for some days, if some observant worker who had been watching the news that day hadn't happened to see the notation that went with the blood sample. After some preliminary work that confirmed his wildest dreams, he went up to Clara's room and fucked her for the entire night. She was only too pleased to comply.

Day 0- 7:30 AM

The two children, Scott and Kelly, had to wait a bit while their neighbor took her sweet time getting to the car. Scott ran a carpool, but the idea was hardly his. His neighbor's Mother arranged for her daughter to catch a ride with Scott every day. She was old enough to drive, but she always claimed her daughter just 'wasn't ready for it.' Unspoken in that statement was the tacit acknowledgement that if Julie, the girl in question, had a car, school would not be the place she would be going. Her Dad, divorced and living in New York, had plans to give her a brand new car as a reward for being his daughter, but the hardworking Mother had so far stopped him from presenting it.

It all sounded like a soap opera to Scott, but comments overheard in conversations between his Mother and Julie's confirmed the suspicions he already had had. Julie was a breathtaking sight, and totally aware of it. Coldly calculating, concerned with nothing more than finding a rich husband and a good lay, the world had coined a word for Julie- jailbait. Julie hated Kelly and had a general disdain for the scholarly Scott, but she paid her way into the car and Scott felt sorry for her mother.

It was cold outside, but her attire hardly showed it. Tight jeans emphasizing Julie's pride and joy- her teardrop ass. Her midriff was casually exposed, and Julie walked to the car in the bouncy feminine gait that infuriated both Scott's conscience and cock. She smiled at him in a way that, in her eyes, made the fact that she was 5 minutes late okay. Treating a loser like Scott to a smile was payment for 10 minutes, in her eyes.

'Aren't you a little cold?' Kelly asked sarcastically.

'Why would I be cold?' She answered innocently.

'In fact, Kelly, aren't you a little hot? I mean, what are you trying to hide?'

Scott knew the sounds of artillery being locked and loaded and tuned it out to the best of his ability. His sister and Julie always spent the trip to school sniping at each other, and it hardly made any difference anymore. Scott turned the radio up in the front and concentrated on the winding road that led up to school.

School started at 8, and it was only 7:45, but the parking lot was already packed, as was the surrounding roads. Fortunately for Scott's attendance record, he knew a friend that lived right next to the school and who let him park on their driveway. Kelly pointedly pretended to tie her shoelaces in order to walk to school comfortably away from Julie. Scott locked the car up and waited for the friend whose driveway it was, a fellow nerd named Brady Asherton, to come outside. In short time Brady came out, and the two began their casual walk to school. Brady was unusually silent.

'What's going on?' Scott queried. 'Your parents catch you doing something you shouldn't of?'

Brady shook his head no.

'It's that bitch I liked, the one with the black hair. I finally get the balls up to ask her to the dance, and she laughs at me and says she got asked three weeks ago. Now I have to struggle through French class with her two desks from me. '

Scott nodded. The bitch with the black hair was all Brady had talked about for the past three weeks, and this conclusion wasn't very satisfactory.

'Gotta keep trying,' he said cheerfully. 'Remember our bet- first one to get laid is referred to as King and Master of the World for a month by all of us.'

'Us' was Scott's group. Uncomfortable around women he may have been, but Scott was also a born politician and opportunist. Knowing that anybody who wishes to succeed needs backup, he had gathered around his charismatic self nerds and outcasts. Secretly styling himself the 'King of Nerds,' Scott already ran several clubs and was a forceful figure in High School politics. He was considering a run for Student Body President, but knew that someone who had gone to a total of one dance would never get elected.

'How's business?' Scott asked casually.

'Solid,' Brady responded absentmindedly. 'We're doing about $300 worth of business a week. Andy will be coming through with a fresh shipment of anime, so we'll have stock for the holiday season.'

The opportunist side of Scott was a series of underground enterprises. Brady ran the pornography business.

First through third period were Scott's Math and Science periods. Solid equations and deductions that did little to wake him up. For that he relied on his morning cappucino and the sight of several of the finer girls in the classes. English was Scott's forte, and that didn't come up until fourth period, right before lunch. It finally did, albeit with agonizing slowness. English was the delight of Scott's day. Half the class were his personal friends and business contacts. The other half were idiots, but half of those were some of the cutest girls in the school. Not only that, but today there was a football game. That meant cheerleading uniforms, outfits that seemed to hotwire Scott's brain and explode his libido.

Some of the more sluttish cheerleaders were considering doing a modeling gig for his cameras, sans culottes. For now, Scott dreamed, but soon...

The teacher was easy on the eyes too. Ms. Brombeck was aging, and had a tendency to be a complete and utter hardass, but she was far from ugly. It was school knowledge that she could be seen barhopping for guys late at nights, occasionally running into students. It was whispered that whenever Ms. Brombeck came to school in a good mood, she had gotten lucky the night before.

Apparently, yesterday she hadn't gotten lucky.

'Sit down and take out your notebooks!' Ms. Brombeck ordered, and proceded to belt out a lecture on why Thoreau was a complete genius and how no one could possibly surpass him. Scott amused himself by doodling and ogling, responding to questions in a seemingly respectful, partly sarcastic manner. The period appeared to be a total loss, when Scott's sensitive nose caught an odd and original scent. He knew it from somewhere, but couldn't place it until a friend of his, named Don, leaned over and whispered 'Someone's pretty damn horny!' into his ear. Scott knew instantly the smell then- acute arousal.

Those more experienced in life looked around with wondering glances, wondering who was so desperate as to be getting off in English class. Scott crossed his legs and untucked his shirt, as did many of the boys who had similar reactions. Some of the girls had their legs crossed and were moving them in a circular motion, eyes slightly glazed. The attention of the class was recaught by Ms. Brombeck as they noticed her lecture becoming fainter and fainter, her pauses longer and longer. Finally, she ended, 'get into discussion groups and discuss this.' A little bit after that, she walked out of the classroom.

The conclusion drawn by the class was obvious. The discussion groups began talking not about the apparent greatness of Thoreau, but about the apparent horniness of Ms. Brombeck. No one had any idea what caused it, and few really cared much to speculate, besides some of the usual 'It was me' boasts that teenagers love to indulge in. Scott kept his ears open and mouth shut, wondering if this was something more serious than his classmates made it out to be. Arousal on that scale, in front of a bunch of pimply Juniors, deserved thought.

Day 0- 12:06 PM

Ms. Brombeck sat in the faculty bathroom, masturbating furiously to relieve the ache in her g-spot that didn't want to go away.

'What did I catch from that guy?' She thought feverishly. Ms. Brombeck had gotten lucky last night, with some British businessman who had flown in for a meeting. It was a one-night stand and Brombeck didn't even remember his name, but she was careful with her protection. Besides, no STD caused a reaction this severe.

The door swung open, and a member of the janitorial staff entered the bathroom.

'Anyone in here?' He asked cautiously, then began doing a quick mop of the floor.

Brombeck sat quietly on the Throne, the burning sensation beginning to infuse her entire body. The janitor was around her age, and her wandering eyes caught the package in his jeans as well as the lack of rings on his fingers. The man was well-built and handsome enough, although Brombeck felt like she would hump Richard Simmons at this point. Coming to an unconcious decision, she got up and opened the door.

'Oh!' The janitor said in surprise. 'Sorry, Ma'am. Didn't know anyone was in here.'

His shocked gaze then took into account other factors of Ms. Brombecks' appearance. The fact that her panties were around her ankles, come was streaming down her thighs, and she was looking at him in an certain way.

Not many floors got washed that day.

Day 0- 12:14 PM

Lunchtime was the occasion for a meeting of Scott's executive staff. They all ran the various divisions of his enterprises, and were all loyal lieutenants of his. For secrecy's sake the meeting was held in a back room of the library. Seeing how few people came in the library anyway, this was a secure meeting place. Scott got there first, as was only safe. He turned on his tape recorder and taped it under the table quickly. (After one abortive betrayal, Scott didn't take any chances.)

People tended to underestimate the shy, bespectacled boy of 17. He was shy around girls, generally a nice guy, and worked hard on his homework. All this would tend to typify him as 'nerd,' and it's true Scott was this way when he entered High School as a Freshman. He had studied Economics and read Machiavelli, but he still got dumped in trash cans by smirking Seniors. Scott's mind was awoken to one of several facts after several of these dunkings.

The first was the fact that he was smarter than 95% of the school. The other 5% were too busy with homework to matter. The second was that all nerds had a lot in common- they hated those that marginalized them and they tended to enjoy power. The final thing that Scott realized was that an enterprising young leader could lead the nerds if he put his mind to it. It took his Freshman year and a good deal of the Sophomore one, but he had established himself as King Nerd. Most of the time Scott was the shy persona that made him a nerd, but underneath this lied the businesslike mien that made him King.

Some wearing earrings, others wearing glasses, his top people started to file in. Brady was there, abuzz with satisfaction at his latest shipment arriving in. Danny and Kyle, his two homework and term paper men, came in with worries of a bust in a client's language class. To deal with that Scott brought in his information czar, Lisa. Boyish in figure and demeanor, Lisa somehow had created a network of informers that kept Scott on top of all and any going on's in the school. Some discussion revealed a scheme to threaten the French teacher with hints of her sexual past with several students, but Scott killed the idea on moral grounds. Some information he refused to use, and this was part of it. John, Scott's hacker, agreed to work on the problem, and everyone moved on.

Lunch soon ended, and Scott's staff left for class, thoughts of business driven away for the time being. In Physics, Scott's next class, Scott was usually complacent and happy. With business going so well, life OK, and his power base intact, some would say Scott had it all. None of this, however, fulfilled Scott's true desire. His power was unmatched, but his libido still remained untouched. The Napoleon of his class was without a Josephine. In front of Scott sat Michelle Deckir. Beautiful, still a virgin, intelligent to a T, Scott watched and sighed from his customary distance. For whatever reason, Scott could not approach a girl romantically. In Business and with friends, he was a Hercules. Near a girl he liked, Scott might as well have been a eunuch.

Day 0- 1:00 PM

Scott was secretly pleased with the precocious freshman. A group already assembled as a freshman was quite an accomplishment, and he sympathized with Kevin's troubles communicating with the opposite sex. This didn't stop Kevin from chafing under his superior. Lisa was all happiness and wonderfulness around Scott, who she secretly admired. Around everyone else, she could be a bitch queen. Her success as a queen of gossip was founded on her unmatched abilities at backstabbing and disseminating.

An additional factor kept Kevin awake nights. Scott's sister, Kelly, was in his geometry class. The raven-haired beauty, who probably didn't even know his name, sat in the center of an impenetratable circle of girls. All Kevin could do was sit there, sigh, and masturbate himself to sleep every night. Even if he could get the nerve to approach her, how would Scott take it?

Day 0- 1:01 PM

'He's looking at you again,' Kelly's friend Jessica whispered.

Kelly blushed and looked at her math paper. 'Why doesn't he ask me out!' she wondered silently.

Day 0- 7:30 AM

David was second out of the door that morning, and he went with considerably less regret. A workaholic, David delighted in the subtle interplay of office politics and intercompany warfare that dominated Silicon Valley. He worked for the sales division of Intel, more of a paper pusher than an actual salesman. Most of his time was spent either working on tearing down companies or tearing down coworkers. To be fair, David had a strong dedication to the company and a strong sense of fairness. Only too happy to take out competitors for good jobs or possible promotions, he would only attack those disliked for snotty attitudes or nasty attitudes. The method worked. Not only was he seen as a ruthless guy, David was also thought of as a nice guy.

This was partly true. David was a nice guy, but only in the sense that he was a chess player who looked out for his pawns. David didn't form emotional attachments. His marriage to Janet was based first on lust, then on mutual conveniance on having someone to rely on. On the surface David thought that he loved his wife, but deep down he would've privately admitted that she was just another piece, if Janet was a queen.

His children were different. David was a doting father, perhaps his only emotional tie was to his kids. Sometimes his attachment frightened him, and David tried to back away a bit. He ended up overreacting, appearing distant to his children, but he was always there for them whether they appreciated it or not.

The commute to San Jose was somewhat easier than going to San Francisco, if only by some pathetically small margin. A stall had caught traffic up around Sunol this morning, so David tuned out the honks of the ranks of BMW's around him and instead concentrated on the news this morning. The news was largely repetitive, just more of an account into that odd flu virus and wars in some foreign place somewhere.

David pulled into the company parking lot around 9:00. The lot was already full; most employees arrived around 7:00 and worked hard so they could get off work early and go party. David worked 10 hour days just like them, but he felt no particular urge to get up early in the morning. Getting home late was usually more of a blessing than a burden, and David had the weekends for golfing with Scott or going to Kelly's soccer games. Going home early would just mean talking to his wife.

The bright blue Intel buildings hurt the eyes, and David quickly trotted inside. The bustling office took no notice of him, and David sat down in his office and got to work. His secretary, Kaitlin, didn't bother to say hello to him, something that bothered David occasionally. It was strictly business between the young, hardworking secretary and the middle-aged, hardworking boss, and David had never wanted anything more besides the occasional male fantasy.

'Still, it wouldn't kill her to say good morning,' thought David.

On cue, the intercom light brightened.

'Yes, Kaitlin?' David said pleasantly.

'Sir, Rhonda is here to see you,' Kaitlin returned, and David grimaced. Rhonda was his nemesis. Competitive, ruthless, driven, she was David in female form. Their hatred was purely professional, but it was also intense.

Rhonda entered the room after a perfunctory knock and smiled with her teeth.

'The only good thing about having Rhonda as an enemy is that she doesn't tiptoe around it,' David thought.

'How can I help you?' He said.

'Your department's productivity is down,' she said with a small smirk. 'Mine is up.'

'I'm still ahead, aren't I?'

'Nope. We're even. Even just about everywhere. Take a look for yourself if you want.' Rhonda plunked a thick report onto David's desk. He didn't bother to look at it.

'Sanders is retiring in two months,' Rhonda continued. 'Who do you think his replacement will be? The dropping department, or the rising team?'

'How're the children?' David remarked with malicious casualness. Rhonda was childless and husbandless, due to her lack of physical charms and work drive. David only needled her about it during the darkest moments, but this seemed like a good occasion for some verbal play.

Rhonda refused to rise to the bait and instead settled for firing a smug smirk at David before making an abrupt departure. He muttered some obscenitites at her departing, boxy figure before settling back to double his workload.

After that unpleasant encounter time passed quickly, too quickly for David. He had to gather lost momentum, take back the march that Rhonda's team had stolen on him. Busy as he was, he barely noticed lunch and not at all dinner, awakening only when Kaitlin knocked on his door to announce her departure for the day. She must've worked hard all day, he thought. Kaitlin appeared a little flushed even in the cool corporate offices.

'Can you do something for me real quick before you leave?' David requested. Kaitlin nodded slowly.

'Call a group meeting for the day after tommorrow, at 10:00 AM, would you? Thanks, Kaitlin. I owe you.'

Kaitlin walked away slowly and, to David's alert eyes, somewhat nervously.

'She must have a date tonight,' he thought, 'she looks so eager to be out of here.'

The parking lot was nearly empty when David emerged. Rhonda's car was already gone, he noticed with satisfaction. His department would reign supreme, and he would be awarded for it when Sanders finally got out of the office. The announcement of who would fill his spot would come soon, David knew. He would be ready.

The trip home was quick, traffic moved along at a good clip. David turned on the news again and listened with half an ear. He was crossing the 580 interchange when the report came across the wire that would mark a new world order.

Day 0- 230 AM
(Greenwich Time)

England's University of East Kent was quarantined, but a man with impressive bearing and a photo id can get many places. Bluffing his way past government officials, posing as a medical researcher to some, an official to others, the reporter made his way past layers of red tape to the scientific lab recently occupied by a certain Ezekiel Philips. The door was guarded by two armed guards, but after how far he had gotten they assumed that the reporter had the proper credentials and allowed him in.

Men in white coats and grave looking politicians lined a messy lab room. Adorned with nothing more than a single cot and a lab desk, all of them were looking at a man typing at a computer screen. The reporter found a spot that allowed him a good look at the screen and stood quietly in the background. He took out a small notebook and started taking notes.

The man at the computer gave a couple more taps to the keyboard and turned to the assembled personages. He heaved a desperate sigh.

'It confirms everything,' he said. 'The virus is lightyears beyond our medical capabilities. Phelps has it distributed in a way that'll infect the entire world before very long. There's nothing we can do but let the virus run its course.' 'He also left a video. Would you like to see it?'

There was a rumble of assent. The man nodded and typed a command into the computer. The blotchy, bespectacled face of a man appeared on the screen. He grinned widely at those in front of him.

'Hello! He announced. Welcome to the New World Order! By now my little nanos have been traced, but I doubt that they've been caught in time. Everything should be proceeding according to plan. My nanos will take three days to run their course. The first day will accelerate hormone production and greatly increase libido activity in women, with a lesser effect in men. The second will see a change in body shape to a more... ideal feminine figure. The final will reduce women to their proper role- servitude. Good luck, and welcome to the New World... I hope you enjoy it as much as I intend to.'

The screen went black, and the pale men and women in the room turned to a distinguished man in the center of the room. The reporter continued his frantic note-taking.

'Well' the man said, 'it seems we have no choice but to accept what is happening. This will be kept silent, and all of us will do our best to keep law and order in the chaos to follow. Our doctors will begin full-time work on a cure, and those of us in the government will do our damndest to keep Britain together. Those of us here who are women, I suggest they prepare for the worst. Try to find a man and attach yourself to him.'

Several women broke down and cried upon hearing that, but several others, with pale faces but steady resolve, moved closer to certain men.

The reporter had heard enough. He moved to the edge of the crowd and walked quickly out of the room. Some noticed him, however, and realized immidiately who had walked in with them unnoticed.

'Stop him!' They cried, and the guards raised their guns.

'Let him go,' answered the leader with authority in his voice. 'It doesn't matter anymore. It's like that Madman said - Welcome to the New World Order.'

Day 0- 7:30 PM

'Hold on, I've been just handed something,' the announcer read, puzzlement evident in his voice. David's senses perked up at the unusual sound of worry from an announcer who had calmly announced the Loma Prieta earthquake. His heart began to race as he heard the announcer speak again.

'People, I've been handed an unprecedented report, and I am sorry I have to read this. Apparently, somebody has manufactured a virus and has released it into the general populace. It is airborne and will infect the entire population in a matter of days. Doctors and investigators are still trying to figure out the nature of the virus, but there can be no doubt that it is manmade.'

'It isn't fatal, I repeat, it isn't fatal. It so far has only affected women. Symptoms thus far are an onslaught of heavy and nearly unbearably arousal. Men have been infected with the virus, but show no symptoms. Doctors advise that the entire populace, especially women, wait at home while more details are gathered on this virus. Researchers are working around the clock to try and cure this disease.'

The Reuters report was released at 3:30 AM, English time. It sped across the world in seconds, but the virus moved even faster.

Day 0- 7:00 PM

Janet had had an uninterrupted hour of Mozart, and was therefore relaxed, unconcerned, and totally unaware about the nanovirus that was even now working its way into her bloodstream. Her kids had already gotten home, but both were upstairs doing homework and hardly bothered to do any more than call down cursory hellos. Expecting nothing more, Janet simply shrugged and tried to decide about whether she wanted to cook something for dinner, or if pizza would be the plate du jour. She decided to cook something good for tonight, as recompense for an unbroken string of having her family fend for itself for the past three days. She didn't feel too guilty, this was the 90's, but Janet always felt a nagging urge like she should be at home, cooking like some Donna Reed.

She pulled some chicken out of the freezer and set decided on a stirfry. As this was one of the more tricky dishes, she decided to have the pleasant hum of the evening news in the background, but to her annoyance the cable was out. Frowning but quickly forgetting the nusiance, Janet settled into the steady bustle of cooking.

Day 0- 7:00 PM
TCI Cable HQ

Day 0 - 7:45 PM

David was a little late getting home that evening. He had pulled off at the nearest exit he could find after hearing the horrifying news report. This was partly because huge backups had appeared, due to shocked men and women losing control as their minds tried to cope with the hideous fate the world seemed to be facing. The women pulled over along the side of the road weeping had put David in mind of his own wife, and he needed time to think things out. Some fresh air, a couple deep breaths, and throwing up had cleared his head, and David began thinking with a clear mind. Janet, he decided, would have to stay home tommorrow and cope with the changes. Hopefully they would run their course in a short amount of time. In the meantime, however, David was very aware that a terrorist virus would almost definitely not 'run its course.'

His thoughts turned to Kelly, and he faced her situation with resignation. He would have to confer with Scott before he made any decisions about her future. The realization that he would control their future, if they had one, hit him hard, but he forced past it and thought about work.

Here he found some pang of satisfaction. Intel wasn't a company that would be hurt by anything less than a full-scale meteor strike. A change in the face of society would merely mean a downturn. Most of David's team was men, while Rhonda was women, and in this David saw a quick advancement to the top. Dimly, the future of sexual morality became clear. David would remain faithful to his wife, for know, but he knew that the very definition of wife might become subjective in the future. Thus decided, David drove home with a clear mind.

Janet was cooking happily in the kitchen, and the TV was off, so David took it for granted that she didn't know about the Virus. He heaved a sigh of relief- she would take it a lot better when she was already desperate for a fucking. He stopped in on Kelly and Scott, and they seemed cheerfully oblivious as well. Still, Scott had a computer, and his computer had a phone line, and it was only a matter of time before he checked his e-mail and read the Drudge Report. Fortunately, Janet called for dinnertime, and the chance of discovery was rendered academic for another hour.

Day 0- 8:30 PM
Northrup household

The period of prolonged discomfort known as family dinner time had ended, and Scott was only too glad to escape from the uncomfortable silence back upstairs. The silence, broken only by his Mom's desperate attempts at conversation, was made even more quiet by his Dad's unusual reticience about how work had gone. Kelly had dish duty, so Scott made his escape upstairs and to his computer. Dinnertime did serve one important purpose- it split the day after school into neat and conveniant 'school time' and 'work time.' School time was when he studied his Physics, Math, etc. work. Work time was when he conducted business. Receiving and sending e-mail, chatting with business associates, etc. The phone line he had paid for was a blessing.

First, however, he usually read the news. Scott casually dialed online and pulled up his favorite news source. Instead of impeachment hearings, however, bold letters blasted 'VIRUS CHANGING FACE OF WORLD!' Feeling a sick pit form in his stomach, Scott clicked on it and read unbelievingly.

The report was more detailed than the sketchy announcement his Dad had heard. This one included what physical changes women could expect, and that the virus had already caused a degredation in mental capabilities in women. Checking other sources for verification, and ignoring the IMs from people who wanted his attention, Scott quickly signed off and walked outside, about to tell his Mom everything.

His Dad stopped Scott up short. Both instantly knew that the other was aware of what was going on. Without saying a word, both filed back into Scott's room. He sat in his computer chair, his Dad sat on his bed, and the two stared at each other without speaking for a few seconds, taking each other's measure. Finally, David spoke.

'I don't think we should tell your mother until the Virus has already affected her,' he said.

'Why not?'

'I don't see any good in it. When the Virus has already taken hold, her... symptoms will be such that I don't think she'll care.'

'Whatever you guys do, please don't tell me. I don't think I want to know. But what do we do about Kelly?'

'Damned if I know.. I don't want to deal with it. She's my daughter, and I don't want to think of her as... what the Virus will make her become, be as it may that everyone else will probably be the same way. You take care of it. '

'How about if I have a friend of mine take care of her.. if you know what I mean?'

'I. don't. want. to. deal. with. it. (Scott's Dad was emphatic.) I'll explain it to your mother. Ignore anything you hear from the bedroom. How soon can you get Kelly a boyfriend?'

'Don't know.. I'm not sure who likes her. I'll ask around.'

'OK, then. Be ready for a new world when you wake up. It could be very ugly out there.'

'Are you going to work?'

'Yeah... Anything short of death and you go to work in Silicon Valley. That bitch Rhonda will be squirming, I bet.'

'I think we understand each other, then.'

'Good night, son.'

'Good night, Dad.'

His Dad went downstairs, Scott raced back online and IM'd everyone on his list, which was a considerable one.

Plans had to be made, and quickly. Scott, horrified at what would happen to the world, had every intention of doing what he could to alleviate the crisis. First, however, his business had to be taken care of. If the supply of sex suddenly increased 10 fold, the demand for his own pornography business would die faster than an unfinanced online startup. Orders had to be canceled, plans made, new business ventures embarked on. It occurred to Scott that a quick-thinking businessmen could make a bundle on this and help society all at the same time. E-mails went out to the members of his pornography business, with new plans. Marriage brokering was about to become a hot business, and Scott wanted to get on the ground first.

5:30 AM
Northup Household

Scott went to bed exhausted at around midnight, the sick feeling in his stomach finally evaporating. Kelly went to bed at her usual time, 10:30. She felt a little feverish, and thus didn't read any before she went to sleep. When she woke up, she still felt feverish. This was coupled with a feeling she had only rarely felt, and that only when Kevin was looking at her or she was exploring her rapidly developing body. It was like a fever, but it was a fever that burned only in her pussy and her little breasts. Arousal. Her breath came in short little gasps as she laid in bed with glassy eyes, feeling odd sensations rage inside her head, punctuated by short zings in her lubricating pussy that made her gasp slightly.

Kelly quickly moved her hand down and slid her innocently white but but sopping wet panties down. Her pubic hair, sparse and downy, dripped with moisture, and her fingers slipped easily inside her. They began to jackhammer of their own accord, more fingers slipping in to try and ease the burning, instead only increasing her arousal. Her hips began to buck in time, and her other hand toyed with her erect nipples. A momentary ease in the pressure was followed by a wave of pleasure cascading over her innocent body. Eyes closed aganist the bliss, the 15 year old continued her assault, sighs of contentment and the occassional deep moan escaping her lips.

Her mother, downstairs, didn't hear the noise upstairs. Besides, the virus had full hold on her, too. Scott woke up instantly, adrenaline already burning through him. All the taboos aganist incest, and all the taboos aganist anything, were gone on this morning. It was a new world, and morality was what he made of it. The morality he justified was that his sister was sick, and he had to do anything he could to make her better. Relieving the symptoms wouldn't hurt. Cock leading the way like a guiding arrow, Scott padded out of bed and into his sister's room. She laid in bed like an erotic angel, softly illuminated by a streetlamp outside the window. Her sweetly smiling face, framed by her dark black hair, was a direct contrast with her langorous hand, slowly stroking her pussy, legs spread as far as they would go.

Scott moved quickly and with surprising confidence. He moved between her legs and put his hands on her breasts. Kelly opened her eyes in surprise, but shut them again and panted as new sparks of pleasure hit her brain. Leaving his hands on autopilot, Scott examined Kelly's supremely open pussy, getting the nerve up. He entered her with one smooth stroke, almost shocked by how easy he slipped in. Slowly at first but with increasing confidence he began to pound his yielding sister, she meeting his thrusts with an involuntary bump and grind. Like a born slut she discovered muscles she didn't even know she had, encompassing the welcome intruder and smothering it in a tight quim.

They worked like a team, Kelly the driver and Scott the horse. Both began to ride faster, working towards their respective orgasms. Kelly's eyes rolled back, and Scott twitched, as they lost control of their needy sexes, each plunging into the other with reckless abandon. Kelly came first, every nerve flooded with excess pleasure. Scott followed with a whispered, 'holy shit.' The two collapsed, Scott still inside Kelly, and sunlight illuminated the pair.

David woke up at this, but he just grimaced and tried to ignore it. Janet murmured in her sleep, and one hand moved to the junction between her legs. David smiled grimly and stripped his underwear off. When Janet woke, she'd be in for a surprise.

For an hour, moans and sighs were the only noise to break the silence usually filled by the bustle of a busy family. (This isn't to say they weren't still busy.) Kelly learned, in a sexual haze, about holes she wasn't even sure existed. Scott's inexhaustible cock worked like an elixir on her persistant itch, and the scratching was pleasant for both of them. She gave him a blowjob of her own accord, Scott holding her head and whispering. Downstairs Janet was beginning to wonder what brought on her constant arousal and sudden need for a good fucking. David's cock kept her from wondering too hard.

Repetition dies hard, however. At 6:30, both men left the holes of their still horny partners and took showers, cocks still hard thinking about future wakeup calls. Kelly gathered her brains from the far reaches of where Scott's steady pounding had tossed them. She dressed slowly and cautiously, every material feeling like a caress on her sensitive nipples and bulging clitoris. She finally settled on a typical white shirt with a short black jacket hanging open. She wore her loosest jeans and didn't bother with panties, instead resorting to a couple layers of pads to try and mop up the disappointed love juice leaking from her pussy. The whole surreal experience of that morning still hadn't dawned at her, and the still constant itch kept her from focusing on her sudden loss of virginity. The afterglow of constant orgasms was still in her, and she looked on her experience with satisfaction.

Scott was dressing now, not able to meet his sister's eyes. She walked downstairs, where Janet was watching the news palely. Her Dad was sitting nearby quietly, dressed for work. Mom was dressed carelessly in a robe, nipples pointing through the fabric. Seeing her parents, Kelly suddenly blushed and realized the extent of what had happened. She seemed to recall screaming several times- had her parents noticed?

Her Dad's grim faced gaze caught hers, and she knew that he knew everything, but he just settled his eyes back down towards the newsman. Feeling sick, she padded into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal, although thoughts of how much more satisfying Scott's cum had been interrupted her thoughts. She took the front page of the newspaper, opened it, and read with wide eyes the front page article.

7:30 AM
Northrup Household

Leaving the household was a far different phenomenon this day, the first day of the Virus. School was universally considered canceled, and would in fact remain canceled for 4 or 5 months. Neither Scott or Kelly had any intention of going to school. Kelly was too preoccupied with her own worries and her own arousal to worry about Geometry. Scott had business deals to conclude and work to do, so English class didn't rank very high on his list of priorities either. Women had the day off universally as well, but David had to talk Janet out of going to work. She had found somewhere a concern for all those affected adversely by the Virus, of which there was quite a few. The old, especially, where having ugly reactions to the Virus.

'I'll just take the edge off whenever I need to,' she insisted. David managed to argue her down, or so he thought. He kissed her goodbye, and that ended up being a 5 minute makeout session until Janet finally managed to let go.

'See why you should stay home?' David said. He took off.

Kelly had returned to bed, and Scott was upstairs on the phone. Janet knew her chance. Ignoring to the best of her abilities her burning need for impalement, she showered and dressed, fingering off in the shower as a concession to the undeniable force of the Virus. Making sure that Scott was upstairs, she slipped into the car and drove off hurriedly. She had twin drives- that to try and fight the Virus, and her humanitarian urge. Both were fighting a losing battle.

Some Classical music was tempting, but she had to stay alert. Janet turned on the news.

'..And it's been confirmed that the virus has spread to South America, Africa, and Asia. Austrailia has announced that the entire continent will be quarantined in an effort to stave off the Virus. However, CBS News has learned that several cases have already popped up, and the quarantine is seen largely as a hopeless cause. Most of America is calm today, but almost all public services have been suspended for the near future, until the crisis is dealt with. Rioting among women has occurred in Los Angeles and Chicago, as they besiege hospitals looking for a cure. Police have been responding in strange but effective ways. Here is Police Captain Gerald Thompson-'

'Well, we didn't want to use tear gas, and we couldn't beat them. One of our rookies finally noticed that if their nipples were tweaked, all the fight went right out of them. It was like a tranquilizer dart. So finally, we decided to just move through tweaking nipples, pinching asses, and stroking their panties. It proved remarkably effective, and soon they were attacking us again, but for a different reason, if you know what I mean.'

The Announcer's pained voice came on once again.

'So once again, we can see how much morality has been changed in just the first day of the Virus.'

Janet found herself daydreaming about a strong police sargeant, assaulting her and pulling off her dress. His big strong hands, muscular body and huge cock barely held in by a tight police uniform... She had to pull over and get off once again.

The streets of San Francisco were an erotic sight. Even in the Financial District, heavy time groping and kissing was going on, between young female executives who hadn't quite made it to work. The wrinkled business suits were sexy and revealing when pulled aside, and Janet wondered how well they would show off her ass. If she got big titties like the news said, they would look great. She would get hundreds of cocks...

It began to occur to Janet that she might have just made a terrible mistake.

As of yet the thought of being a stay-at-home-slut didn't appeal to her, so she drove on in rigid control, pulling into the parking lot. The scene was an exercise in triage. The sidewalk and most of the parking lot was littered with moaning people, most often old men and women. The men were mainly complaining about sexual exhaustation, but the women there appeared to be having real problems. Most were hunched over, gritting their teeth in pain. Janet's own horniness, however, paid these ugly sights no mind. It had found her endrocrine center, and production of new hormones was about to begin.

Some of her colleagues, the male ones, were walking by, and noticed her with more than a little bit of shock.

'Janet! What the hell are you doing here?' One began.

'You're a girl, aren't you?' Another less intelligent one finished.

Janet managed a smile.

'I'm doing fine. The Virus really hasn't affected me yet. You certainly could use my help.'

'If the Virus hasn't hit you, why are you staring at my crotch?'

Janet blushed and forced herself not to think of Dr. Severin's cock. 'Wonder how Doctors fuck?' floated through her mind. She kept her smile up.

'I'll just check on the regular patients. That doesn't take much effort. Trust me, you'll want my help.'

She began to walk past the skeptical men. One pinched her ass as she went by, and Janet yipped a little and walked faster. This whole experiment was beginning to appear a grave mistake to Janet, as the renewed burst of horniness triggered by the dirty old doctor showed. If a young stud touched her there, she might just jump his hard cock and ride it like a... she couldn't think like that.

The inside of the hospital convinced her that she was indeed in terrible trouble. An orgy prevailed. Women who had come to the hospital in hopes of a cure were instead sitting in the company of hundreds of men there for legitimate reasons. The men who weren't there for Viagra prescriptions were taking full advantage of their arousal, and screams of ecstasy outnumbered the usual screams of agony. The fact that the men were mostly injured added a surreal aspect to the going ons. One man was taking a tall blonde in the ass, wincing and holding a strangely bent arm at the same time. Janet was shocked by how many of the women looked like amateur fashion models, with generous breasts and wasp thin waists. Seeing a hundred leers look in her direction, Janet ran for the elevator and the third floor.

The third floor was quieter, with the only noise the moans of those female patients stuck in bed and changing nonetheless. Janet's head, although not her cunt, began to clear from the stimulation downstairs, and she found herself able to think about something other than taking two cocks simultaneously. Janet threw on a medical coat, thankful that it disguised her constantly erect nipples, and took the first medical chart.

It was Clara's. Her diagnosis now painfully obvious. Janet knew that she would be well into the second day of symptoms, and hesitated before going in. She didn't really want to know what lay ahead, but didn't see any way of getting around it. She took a deep breath, firmly shut all imagination of what she would look like with 38 D breasts, and entered.

Clara didn't notice her entrance; she was about four hours into a masturbation marathon. Ordinarily the drip, drip of hot pussy fluid on the floor coupled with the sight of a woman with her legs spread obscenely and impossibly wide would disgust Janet. Now it just turned her on furthur. The thing on her concious mind, however, was what Clara had become. She had entered the hospital as a somewhat cute but mainly flat 19 year old. She had become much, much more. Pendulous breasts hung proud and erect from her chest, red and swollen under Clara's carress. Her mousy hair was long and luxurious, framing a face that in turn framed a mouth made for the sole purpose of inserting a cock into it. A huge dildo worked itself in and out of Clara, and she sighed in rythm with it. The formerly embarassed young woman glanced lazily at Janet and just nodded slowly.

'Good afternoon, Clara. Janet said professionally, while her mind focused on the dildo.'

'Hii......' Clara answered vaguely.

'How did you get that dildo?' Janet asked next.

'This guy... I forget his name but he had a big cock. He fucked me last night pretty hard and said that I was his now. I didn't wanna stay with him, and was about to go, but then he came up with this and put it in me. With my boobs now, and this in me, I really didn't wanna go anywhere, so I guess I'll just wait until he gets back so I can get fucked again.'

'Did he say where he was going?'

'He was gonna get more girls and make them his, I think. I wasn't sure about that before, but now I think maybe the idea isn't that bad.'

Janet shuddered. It was clear to her that she had to get Clara out of here. However, she wasn't sure she could get out of here herself. Another trip downstairs, and she probably wouldn't make it to her car. Clara didn't seem likely to give up that dildo, so she needed some other way of getting fucked before she made the dash.

'I'll come back later,' she said to Clara. Then she went down to the room she had seen yesterday- of the man dying of heart disease. His cock, she thought with professional interest, was almost definitely in perfect shape.

Carl was lying in bed sleeping, deeply out of it on a drug cocktail. Janet stripped her panties off with a clean motion and pulled down his underwear, exposing a substantial, uncircumcised cock. She gave it a loving lick and massaged the sleepy beast into a fiery fury, although its master was still zonked out. Not even considering a slow penetration, she rose over Carl and sat down heavily on his penis. The feeling of fullness was excruciatingly pleasant. While usually she submitted without interest to David's lovemaking, now she rode Carl's cock in a wide circle, squeezing as tight as she could. When firecrackers began to explode beneath her eyes she shut them, and thus didn' t see Carl awaken slowly and begin to take an active interest in fucking Janet, grabbing her puffy aureola and tweaking. Eventually he climaxed, although Janet hardly noticed at the time, busy with orgasm #6. Janet opened her eyes soon, blushed at seeing Carl ogling her, and climbed off his cock and out the door.

Carl looked around, wondering if he had died.

'Decor needs work' he thought, 'but otherwise Heaven's off to a nice start.'

Clothing herself, steeling her rapidly fading resolve, Janet managed to get Clara on her feet and pushed her out the door. Clara, the dildo still moving, didn't really notice. She pushed Clara as fast as she could go past the first floor, to the car, and out onto the freeway. The trip was tough, as she had imagined, but the letdown of her orgasms gave Janet enough willpower to escape. Clara sat in the backseat, still just taking the dildo softly, and the smell of her filled the small car. Janet decided she would need a quick finger job, pulled off at little used exit, and was two fingers in when a pair of hands moved down to cup her breasts.

'Need some help?' grinned Clara.

Janet didn't get home until 5.

9:00 AM
Intel HQ

It was a new world that morning, indeed. David's morning commute, for one, was an absolute breeze. The woman drivers were at home caring for needy pussies, not taking up valuable road space. Looking for positive effects of the Virus, David found this one to be almost worth the rewriting of society. The other positive effect was Janet's eager mouth, and David maintained a hard on throughout the drive. This was good, as it coincided with his plans at Intel. David and Scott were made of similar stuff, and both came to identical conclusions about morality in this new world- it would be fairly subjective for awhile. By the time new standards fell into place, David intended to earn a lot more than Sanders worthless job. Intel staff was women heavy, and a lot of positions had to be filled. Missionary, for example.

Everyone was at work that day. Days off in Silicon Valley were largely hypothetical. Executives like David had come to similar conclusions, too, about the sudden availability of jobs. The surprising thing to David was that all the women were there, too. It wasn't surprising that they weren't about to let something like a nanovirus stop them, but it was also obvious that it would, eventually, stop them. David came up with new plans for the staff meeting. He had changed it so that it would be an all-man affair, discussing the new world. With women he would have to be more tactful... or perhaps not. Hmm...

Kaitlin was at work. Her mind was in bed with someone, but her body was at work. Although work tended to mean doing something, whereas Kaitlin was mainly just staring at male passerbys, and shifting in her seat. Her legs were crossed tightly, and her hands trembled on the keyboard. She wore a blouse that was different from a nightie only in terms of semantics, revealing a deep line of cleavage. Her miniskirt was hiked up to indecent levels, exposing curves a NASCAR driver would crash through.

David didn't say a word to her coming in, although she stared openly at him as he walked into his office. He hadn't planned on her being at work, and this changed his plans a little once again. The idea that struck him again was infantile, sexist, and would probably lead to terrible reprecussions... two days ago. As of now, David rationalized, he would be doing Kaitlin a favor.

"Come into my office, please.' He broadcasted to her. Trembling slightly, she entered.

'Do you have a boyfriend?' He asked. She shook her head no.

'Do you have a girlfriend?' He asked next, wanting to be totally sure. Again the answer was no.

David's adrenaline level, whenever he took a risk, rose into the stratosphere. This would violate thirty different laws, violate his marriage vows, and might get him fired. On the other hand, she looked hotter than the Devil hottubbing in the short skirt ensemble she was wearing, and David knew that almost every law was made irrelevant today. Moving quickly and calmly, David walked up to the deeply breathing Kaitlin and sexually harassed the shit out of her. He grabbed her ass, took a nipple in one hand, and kissed her with the tongue. Then he removed all three and moved back, letting Kaitlin make the next move. If his calculations were wrong, she would slap him and all his plans would go down the crapper. If he was right... David felt a soft hand unzip his fly.

He was right.

Two blowjobs, a handjob, and four total orgasms later, David dressed himself and had Kaitlin dress as well.

'Here's what we're going to do,' he said. 'You're gonna move in with me and my wife. We'll wait a few days; I don't think she'll mind by then. In the meantime, stay inside as best you can. I'll come by after work and fuck you again, OK? Goodbye, then.'

Kaitlin left in a daze. A thin stream of cum was still attached to her lips, but David didn't tell her. He wanted everyone to see- to get an idea of what sexual morality meant now. David broadcasted a message across his floor, postponing the staff meeting until 11:30, and asking the men to come inside his office one by one. The women, most either hiding in their cubicles or in the bathroom, were not invited. David talked to each of his men for 5 minutes, giving out his plan and getting accordance. All were with him. Some admitted that they had already gotten off with a coworker this morning.

David's staff was a team of 35 people, 29 men and 6 women. They assembled in Conference room A6. The women sat tightly composed, the men free and easy, winking at each other and getting their confidence up. David entered 5 minutes late, as was executive privilege. The men quieted down, waiting for him to begin.

'Team,' David began, 'we are at the threshold of quite an interesting time. It may be chaotic and ugly, but the American economy has already resisted Asian Flu, Y2K, and an impeachment trial. This isn't much different; Pentiums will still be needed. Before we begin to strategize for this, however, we must deal with the unfortunate effects of the virus on ourselves. It hurts me to do this, but for the time being all the women on staff will be sent home with pay, in preparation for being fired.'

The women interrupted with frightened arguments, already prepared, about what laws he was breaking and why this was wrong. David silenced them with a gesture.

'It simply isn't possible,' he continued, 'to hire those who can barely think straight. I've seen the effect of the Virus personally, and I know it is a testament to your strength of mind, ladies, that you can still think straight and refrain from going nuts with all these big men around you. (Most of the women bit their lips.) In two days, you'll be totally unhireable. It is my personal recommendation, and one that I've already carried through with by fucking Kaitlin this morning, that you look out for yourselves. Find a man, please him. It's the smartest thing you can do for yourselves. If you wish to pick one of our team members, both of you are free to go get better acquainted. The rest may leave now.'

Seeing their way out, three women grabbed three of the bigger men and humped them out the door. The other three left almost as quickly, two running with their eyes shut.

That done, David picked up a marker and began to outline his new plan.

11:00 
Northrup Household

Brady, Danny, Kyle and Kevin were all at Scott's house, doing some planning of their own. Scott's intention was for them to help him plan his startup marriage brokering business. Their intention was to plan what women they would be getting in the near future. It was fortunate that none of the four knew that Kelly was home. Scott had locked her in with one of Mom's 'hidden' dildos. Brady was thinking about the dark-haired girl. Danny and Kyle had conquests of their own to make. Kevin was secretly wondering where Kelly had gotten to.

Scott was all business. (Mainly because he had already gotten some. He hadn't told Brady.) His plan was simple. Get the word out by setting up marriages between their friends and neighbors. With the capitol they already had out, take out ads during the local news broadcasts, which were getting incrediably high ratings while the virus raged on. Marriages would be arranged through negotiations between the fathers of both. Scott's business would advertise business status, family holdings, pictures, etc, have the two meet, and provide a room where the girl could show off her sexual prowess. Scott's long range plans, still dim, involved children being married at birth, as in the past. The temptation to go out and find a girl was strong, but Scott resisted and forced his subordinates to resist through force of will.

The thought of his morning with Kelly, strangely to Scott, didn't bother him at all. He had thought that the guilt may be overpowering, but instead all he felt about the encounter was a vague sense of worry over what society would think and some left over arousal. Scott wondered if this meant that he didn't care for his family, but dismissed that notion. Caring, he reminded himself, was now redefined.

By lunch time, the preliminary plans were complete. Brady and Danny were to get to work with advertisements and neighborhood help. Kyle and Kevin would put together the catalog.

The meeting was briefly adjourned for lunch.

'Where's the bathroom?' asked Kevin.

'Upstairs. It's broken down here.' Scott answered. It wasn't truly broken, but Scott didn't want Kevin finding his Mom's soaked panties on the floor. He couldn't bring himself to pick them up.

Scott didn't really think about the whole matter, and ten minutes passed before Danny wondered aloud where Kevin had gone. Scott stood stock still for a second before racing upstairs, cursing himself. He knew where Kevin was. Kelly's room.

12:30 PM 
Northrup Household

Somewhere, Kelly had read about the stages of loss. They included, in some order that didn't seem to important, anger, guilt, bargaining, denial, acceptance. By her reckoning, she was somewhere halfway through. This was quick, but then being so horny had hurried the whole process along. The dildo sat on the counter, unused, while she struggled with the knowledge that her next 60 years would be spent as a bimbo. Anger was the first one, she guessed. After skimming the news article, she had ran upstairs and locked the door, weeping bitterly for an hour. Next she went through Denial, as she tried to deny that she had really fucked her brother for a luxurious hour. This didn't last long; she could still smell the sex in her room. Bargaining was never seriously considered. Kelly didn't know if she had reached acceptance yet, but she had reached a new stage- acute arousal. Even while she struggled with her new role in society, her nipples glowed red.

Currently she was reading her favorite book- To Kill a Mockingbird- and trying not to think about her current situation. The thought of what she would be like in Stage II bothered her constantly, and she tried to scare it away with Boo Radley.

The knocking at the door was a welcome distraction. For a second. Then Kelly wondered who it was. If it was Scott, she wouldn't open it. In her current state, she didn't think she could resist him. The voice, however, wasn't Scott's.

'Uh... Kelly? Are you in there?'

It was Kevin, the boy she had a crush on.

'Like a movie,' she thought.

Her rational mind argued that opening the door for him was the stupid thing she could do. If her brother had taken her with just a touch, the sight of the boy she liked might send her onto her knees. She had been there before, with Scott, and what happened next was still confusing. Her libido, Queen of the Court, countered with the exact same argument- and she wanted it. Thus, Kelly's hot little body obeyed and unlocked the door. She then retreated to the bed, not sure what to do next.

Kevin was everything she wanted in a boy. Brains, some muscles, and shy enough not to ever get near her. Looking at him now she realized how much she had overlooked. The obvious tent pole in his pants, for instance, that hinted at a well-endowed boy. His tight butt was much more apparent to her now, too. Hesitancy, as well as randy desire, was in his eyes, but accustomed shyness ruled.

'Hi,' he managed, seeming an Adonis nonetheless.

'Hi,' Kelly squeaked out.

'Err... how's it going? '

'Oh. Fine. Y'know.'

'Sucks about the whole Virus thing, huh?'

'Yeah. Sucks.'

The discussion was deeply inane. Both were distracted. Kelly by his looks and her randiness. Kevin by how obviously Kelly had just been thoroughly fucked, and how hot she looked with tousled hair and tight clothes. It continued for a minute or so, before Scott ran upstairs, with Danny and Brady close behind. Scott breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Kevin and Kelly were merely talking. Both blushed when he entered. Scott firmly shut the door to Kelly's room, and hustled Kevin into his own.

'Alright,' Scott began, 'so I fucked her. So what? She needed it.'

Kevin didn't seem to care. His eyes were still glassy.

'Scott,' Kevin began, 'I don't care what you think. I've wanted your sister for the longest time. It's unbelievable how hot she is, and this is before she changes. Can I have her?'

Scott blinked once or twice, sixteen thoughts all rushing down a one lane street. The concept of giving away his sister took a bit of adjusting to, when the thought wasn't merely hypothetical. His Dad has asked him to hook Kelly up, but the actual fact that he was determing her life was tougher to get his mind around. Other thoughts included apprehension of what his Dad would think, personal opinions about Kevin, and a large twinge of regret that Kelly's eager little mouth would be wrapped around someone else's cock. Finally he came to the inevitable conclusion- acceptance. Kevin would make a fine husband, and one Scott could keep an eye on.

Already deciding in Kevin's favor but deciding to make him sweat, Kevin blinked for a final and third time and answered.

'Likely,' he said, 'but I'll have to ask my Dad. How about I call you tonight?'

'Absolutely!' Kevin answered breathlessly, tingling with excitement.

'Did you have anybody else in mind?' Scott asked casually.

'Err....'

'It's alright if you do. Polygamy is about to become reality. If you have anyone you've always wanted, I advise taking your shot now.'

It was Kevin's turn to do some blinking. Brady saved him by asking if the meeting was adjourned; Scott concurred, and all three left. Despite admonishments from Scott, all three left for different purposes than that of business. Brady left to find that dark-haired girl, Kevin left to see what Lisa was doing, (in the future the expression would change from 'what she's doing,' to 'who she's riding.',) Danny had his sight on his own mother.

Scott himself was thinking of his cock too. It was time to see if prospective parents would pick up on his sales ploy. No better time to find out than with personal business, Scott figured. He picked up the phone and called Michelle Deckir's house. An older, male voice entered, and Scott took a deep voice and started to talk. After a second, he excused himself embarassedly and walked over to shut his door.

Kelly had passed into Acceptance, and her cunt Accepted the dildo with ease. Her moans were fairly loud.

5:00 PM 
Northrup Household

'Amazing,' Scott thought. 'Here I am in the middle of a brand new world, with women everywhere jumping balls, and I have nonetheless managed to become bored. Fucking bored. '

Scott sat in the middle of his living room, watching CNN with half an eye. The entire known world, with the exception of the posts in Antartica, had been infected. Europe was well into the third day of changes, and the interviews with transformed women had piqued Scott's interest, but little else had. As many of CNN's broadcasters had taken an unannounced sabbatical, they were shorthanded. Scott, however, had nothing else to do but keep up on the world scene. His business plans were stalled until his subordinates got a move on. He had considered fucking Kelly but had decided aganist it with respect to Kevin. His neighbor Julie wasn't home, probably off setting gang bang records. Venturing outside to pick up some random girl sounded wrong to Scott. So he sat inside, watching Lou Dobbs.

With a start, Scott remembered his Mom. In the general confusion he had forgotten that her going to work wasn't just a normal occurence. She was risking herself and her life. Scott had idly thought that she would be back by lunch, and now it was 5:00. A worried pit gnawing at his stomach, Scott stood up and was about to call his Dad, when the door abruptly opened and his Mom entered.

Even to Scott's untrained eye it was evident that she had been getting a 7.5 fucking on the Richter scale. Janet's hair was in disarray, as was her makeup. One of her bra straps was poking out. Her panties were on Interstate 680, but Scott didn't know that. Nonetheless, she smiled when she saw him, like nothing had happened. After some pleasantries, Janet went into her room and started the shower.

Relieved that she was home, if concerned who she had been with, Scott decided to call his Dad anyway. These plans altered when Sex in human form entered the door meekly.

He heard her voice first- a throaty purr.

'Dearest, is this your house? You didn't invite me in. I want more fucking.'

Hearing no reply, Clara entered the door. She had long brown, slightly curled hair, a body like that of an hourglass to the second power, and no top, presenting rosy tipped breasts like wares for sale. Somehow preserving a tinge of innocence that served to make her whole form even more sexy, she saw Scott and smiled. Or rather, she saw Scott's crotch and smiled; the rest of him was more or less superflous to Clara. Scott smiled back; his day had suddenly picked up.

'My name is Clara!' she said inanely, intending to cut short all unneccessary conversation.

'I'm Scott. Would you like to see my bedroom?'

'Does the tour include a stop for drinks?'

'I think I can find something to slake your thirst.'

Clara quickly followed Scott upstairs, amazing hips swiveling back and forth. He barely shut the door before she dropped to crotch level and began to work frantically at Scott's jeans. He helped, while she massaged his ecstatic tool to erection. Reaching out with a long tongue, Clara slowly licked this lollipop, beginning with teases on the head and gradually moving downwards, hands kneading his balls. Deciding that seduction just meant less cock, Clara suddenly deepthroated Scott's inches, the tip touching her throat, gag reflex now erased by the Virus. He grabbed her head, pushing her harder on his jackhammer, and closing his eyes. Neither heard the knock at the door.

'Have you seen a young woman na-?' Janet opened the door and saw the pair.

'I guess you have.' She shut the door again.

If he was rational, Scott would've thought about how incrediable it was that a woman he didn't know, who looked like a porn star, was sucking his cock thirty seconds after introductions. However, he was getting a blowjob, and wasn't thinking of much.

7:45 PM
Northrup Household

David was late home again. Kaitlin's breathless phone call had called him off work early. She was besieged by her neighbor, an angry man who had knocked on her door and demanded a cocksucking. She had pretended not to be home, and stayed in the bedroom with a vibrator, trying to ignore the penis that waited just outside. Finally the need got to great, and she called David for release. He had hurried over, had a few words with the man, and got on with a more leisurely fuck with Kaitlin. The second stage of changes was upon her, David noticed. Her aureole were wider, her moans louder, her voice throatier. While already attractive, Kaitlin was on her way to Playmate of the Year. David had promised to come by first thing tommorrow to take her to work, where she would serve in the new capacity of 'personal pleasure-giver.'

Homecoming, however, was a pleasant affair this time. Janet waited at the door, dressed in a pair of tight, tight jeans and a white blouse tied underneath her expanding breasts. Her face seemed younger, sexier, lips fuller somehow. The dynamite kiss he received this morning was repeated, only this time accompanied by a dryhump that would've put a Vegas stripper to shame.

Dinner was on the table. Boiled carrots, drumsticks, meatballs, and thick milk. Popsicles for desert. David just shook his head and sat down, where he was introduced to the barely clothed Clara, who sat next to Scott and kept one hand on his crotch. Kelly sat quietly throughout the dinner with a smile on her face. Her newly strengthened crotch muscles had led to the discovery that she could keep the vibrator inside her while sitting. No one much felt the need for talking anyway. The other four were engaged in a complicated game of footsie and stroking. Janet and Clara volunteered to clear the dishes, while Kelly withdrew in a strange sort of walk. Scott and David left to discuss the terms of Kelly's engagement to Kevin.

It was perhaps understandable that everyone went to bed early. Perhaps not to sleep early, but to bed early.

That night, across America, the sleeping patterns of millions upon millions switched. Millions of beds were empty, millions more were filled, millions above that found room for one or two or three more. Brady went to bed with the promise of betrothal to his dark-haired girl, and considering a hunt for Julie. Danny slept with his Mom. Kevin stayed awake for a long time, dreaming of Kelly, as did she of him. Scott and Clara moved in together, and David and Janet dusted off the Kama Sutra and began with position one.

End of Part 1

	
Day 2- 6:30 AM
Northrup Household

Many Theological debates rage about the nature of time in Heaven. Some argue that there is no time in Heaven- that all time is motionless. Some argue that Heaven follows the path of the celestial bodies just like any other place. It is to the detriment of both that they didn't ask the opinion of Scott Northrup. He would've argued- and proved- that Heaven stands at a fixed point in time, the time when all is well and wonderful in the world. This time is 6:30 AM, when Scott woke up slowly to the feel of a warm mouth around his cock.

It was Day 2 in this greatly changed world. In the Pacific time zone, most people were just waking up, but across the world most were already woken up, a large amount in the same way Scott was. Austrailia had abandoned all efforts to contain the Virus, as were most East Asian island nations, with notable exceptions. Europe was entering their own Day 3 of the Virus for the most part, and the scientist who released the Virus was very close to being discovered. Although the already male dominated cultures of most of the world were taking the change well, Europe was having a vastly difficult time with the changes, and Eastern nations were in deep turmoil. All the western nations were in round the clock legislative sessions, feverishly rewriting thousands of books of law to reflect new society. Proposals to reduce the status of women to chattel were already afloat and receiving reluctant support. Special elections were announced in those districts with women representatives.

Clara, the girl currently showing Scott the wonders of fellatio, probably couldn't have cared less. The huge changes in her life and her society had dropped away when she woke up this morning. Clara had flown to San Francisco to meet with a renowned Economics teacher at Berkeley, leaving behind her family and friends in Kansas City for what was supposed to be five or so days. When the Virus had hit her, she had no idea that it could possibly be anything more than a disturbing, if pleasurable disease. The attendant who had brought her relief had told her of the Virus, and the part of her mind untouched by rampant arousal had begun to worry about getting home. Far too horny to do anything but touch herself, however, her worries had occupied a loud but impotent part of her mind.

When she woke up the second day, looking like Mariah Carey after an attack by dozens of plastic surgeons, her need for sex again overpowered any other. Whenever she tried to consider family, and friends, and her life, it was overtaken by her dildo. Trying to consider what she had to do before the mental changes hit took too much energy, and another stroke kept her from planning anything beyond 'I should.'

Janet finding her was a godsend. She had finally about succumbed to the rule of her pussy, and a life in a harem with a man whose name she didn't remember but whose cock she could recall with photographic precision. While Clara did make concessions to her still hungry cunt in fucking Janet and then instantly attacking Scott, she had begun to hope that she could still make it back to her old life, even as a different person. She had gone to sleep with possibilities raging in her head, mixing with Scott's cock in her newly wasp thin waist.

During the night the possibilities, shining bright in her head, began to disappear. Not due to loss of hope, or a realization that making it to Kansas was impossible, or any rational factor.

The possibilities simply died along with her brain cells. The Virus, having exhausted all concievable things to do with her porn star body, had moved on to the cerebral cortex and got to work there. Pleasure neurons were left at a huge level of sensitivity, as was a hardworking libido. Memory cells, and perception cells, and attention, all those became slowly inert under the persistent machinations of the Virus. Clara's mind slowly regressed from confident, if horny, college student, to naive graduate, to high school student, down to a slightly slow fifth grader with a precocious skill at cocksucking.

When Clara awoke, it was as if her mind was wiped clean of any thoughts besides wisps of slightly dense air. She giggled as she reoriented to this new state, where her constant horniness wasn't a curse but a bridle to get more sex from cute boys with big cocks. And lucky her- there was a boy there, who probably had a big cock. What was his name? Scott? And she was Clara. She was a college student, before she got interested in cocks and got big boobs.

This was the one downside to Scott's otherwise blissful awakening. Clara's teasing tongue was attached to a body with a wasp thin waist and massive melons. Her skill was consumate, and she worked with passion and skill, but when Scott looked into her eyes the emptiness threw a chill down his spine. Most everyone he knew had another day before they lost themselves entirely to the Virus, and Clara was a preview of what was to come.

'Good morning, Clara.' He said carefully.

Clara just smiled happily and brought Scott to orgasm, lapping up his copious discharge. The taste seemed to please her, and she licked up all that she could find.

'When do you want to fuck me?' She asked as if wanting to know if Santa Claus had really come.

'Later.' Scott replied. 'Why don't you go shower down? I may join you.'

Clara pranced off, and Scott laid back in bed and exhaled slowly.

Downstairs, Janet laid quietly in bed, fingers for once quiet by her side. She knew that if she looked down, she would no longer see her own slightly frumpy, housewife body. She could feel the weight of her expanding breasts piling onto her chest, feel the masses of black hair cascading down lips that felt fuller, stronger. She could even feel the heavier weight of her longer eyelashes, and the new center of gravity her tight waist and longer legs had established. The arousal that still burned around a clitoris that she knew would throw bolts of orgasmic lightning at the slightest touch.

She wouldn't be going to work today; she wasn't sure what she would do. While an insistent part of Janet called for her to stay at home, clean the house, find a French maid costume, the 90's part of her called for Janet to change the world, take a meeting, wear a hot business suit. While the two parts of her agreed in the libido, across the rest of the brain the battle of submissive vs. dominating type waged continually.

But before she did much else, Janet decided that she needed a cock. Denying her sex drive when her husband was right next to her was idiocy, and she did feel an eager need to test drive the graceful fucking machine she had been endowed with. Her clitoris nearly peeked out more than two centimeters, and her nipples, on an EE chest, were full and throbbing. David was still sleeping. Janet, as if responding to some universal call among womankind, decided to wake him with a full, impressive blowjob.

The formerly frigid housewife languidly teased aside her husband's boxers, and her thick lips made a silent O on seeing what the Virus had wrought there. David's formerly average 6 inches was now somewhere in the area of 10, a virtual gas pump of pleasure. Janet, a brand new BMW Z3 in this metaphor , was primed for the fill up, and she attacked her husband's cock both eagerly and quickly. With her new thick lips and eager attitude, it wasn't long before David came in great spouts of white cum, delighting Janet's palate. The taste of cum, which Janet had only tried once and found disgusting, was now a rich honey flavor.

Unknown to her so far, this was one of the Virus's lesser publicized but technologically astounding side effects. Like a fingerprint, every man's sperm had a distinctive taste to a woman. Most varied around different kinds of sweetness, but a rare few brought to mind fruits, and in one or two cases, well-done steaks. Without exception, they were tasty, impossible to get tired of.

David entered the shower at the same time Clara did, angering him and confusing her when the flow slowed down. Both's partners entered the shower later, lessening the blow.

Although today was sexual holiday for the majority of the world, neither Scott nor David were about to sit at home, even if they both had cock hungry women sitting on their dicks. Plans had been made and would be stuck to. Scott had to go meet with Michelle's Father, who sounded like a reasonable man, if profoundly saddened by his daughter's transformation. He was mute on how she was taking the changes, and Scott was a little worried that she would be already braindead by the time he got to her. David had plans to go to work, but had no particular urgency to go to what would be a largely empty office. Even the most hardworking employee knows when it's time for a sick day. The dildo he had provided the kittenish Kaitlin should keep her tided over.

No, David had every intention of paying Rhonda a visit.

Clara put on some of Scott's baggiest jeans and shirts, a relative factor compared to her. The jeans hugged Clara's voluptous ass with tenacity, and the button down shirt was having to struggle mightly to contain her bust. She didn't have makeup, but, Clara thought, I don't need that stuff. Seeing that her man was busy on the phone, she decided with a burst of concentration that making him breakfast would be a good idea. Vague thoughts of eggs and cereal floated uncramped through the vast peaceful seas of her conciousness. Janet, who she had fucked most deliciously yesterday, was there, and she had remarkable titties too! She was wearing a robe, a robe that looked more like an obscene nightie. Her new hips parted the robe slightly in the front, revealing acres of creamy thigh, and Janet's boobies spilled through the constricted top.

Janet seemed unhappy, so Clara decided to cheer her girlfriend up.

'Good Morning!' She announced in a clear voice. Janet raised her head.

'Hey, Clara, how are you feeling this morning? Alright?'

'I'm good. I've still got this itch that won't go away!'

Janet's eyebrows went up as the valley girl speak got to her. The hairs on the back of her neck went up as she comprehended what this meant.

'What's 5 times 5, Clara?'

'Silly! It's morning. Why would I want to do school?'

Janet swallowed tightly. It was rare that the future was revealed with such precision, but Janet knew she was looking into her own personal future with frightening clarity. The one thing that detracted from her model looks was the world-weariness that lined her face. Clara looked totally innocent- and extremely sexy- and extremely brainless.

'I'm making breakfast for Scott, to thank him for fucking me. He had a big cock. Did you know that?'

'Just like his Father,' Janet thought, before blanking this thought out and going back to the paper, concentrating now on every word, trying to delay or stop the decay of her mind.

David had finished dressing and was ready to step out the door, but the sight of Janet hauled him up short just before the door.

'Dear,' he said in a deliberately nonchalant attitude, 'come here and give me a blowjob.'

Janet obeyed with haste, taste buds hungering for her husband's sperm. She dropped his pants quickly, taking him into her mouth and masturbating herself to orgasm while David's cock touched the back of her throat. Janet was determined to keep her intelligence, as much as she could, but she knew that some battles she couldn't win. Her sex drive was insatiable, channeled through a body that seemed a giant erogenous zone. Janet only hoped the fucking she needed and wanted didn't blow her brains out as well.

8:00 AM- Day 2
Kaitlin's Apartment

Kaitlin hadn't been entirely truthful to David recently. She loved him, or at least she loved his cock, but David knew little about her personal life and she had manipulated that. Truth was that even before the Virus, Kaitlin was quite the little firecracker in bed. The massive sex drive that had been unleashed in most women was amplified in Kaitlin too, but she found it somewhat easier to control. Her pussy had been wet her entire life, and at first the Virus just meant a heightening of her already overactive libido. As time went on it built, and Kaitlin realized that an orgasm would likely make her lose control. She had done that once before, in her Sophomore year at College, and it had taken her two years to live down the whispers and stories of the girl who had spent two weeks living at the local fraternity.

The man who had tried to knock down her door had been her latest conquest, a random bar pickup. He was a loser that had been blessed with a substantial cock, usually Kaitlin's cup of tea. The Virus caused her to rethink her priorities; try to find a man she could attach herself to. David, despite the ring on his finger, was that man. Silicon Valley had rubbed off on her too, and she had already planned to fuck David when he surprised her by making the first move. Once home, she had her new male get rid of the old one, and kept herself from thinking about her situation too much with strokes and vibrators.

Now Silicon valley appeared to have rubbed off on her in a different way. Her chest was as big as any Dow chemical-enchanced Porn Star- mountainous peaks that would challenge Sir Hilary. The valley part was a long, flat stomach, ending in dangerous curves framing a picture perfect cunt. Kaitlin had dreamed last night of cocks and sex, gangbangs where all the partners were David. His cock, his stern, uncompromising face, his cock, his rock hard body, his cock, etc.

When she woke up the room was perfumed with her juices and her sheets were sopping. Her brain, usually in partnership with her cunt, quickly realized that the balance of power had permanently shifted. Now her clit ruled her totally, controlling every action and overruling every thought. This animal intelligence was filling her with a fire that even Big John, her 10 inch dildo, couldn't fully overcome. Every pump in and out only reminded her that she had an asshole and a mouth to fill- now made into perfect receptacles for long hard objects by the Virus. Every orgasm made her feel inadequate besides the massive strength of a man, that pistoning tower of fucking.

Her brain frantically wheedled her cunt, reminding it that David was a good provider and her only choice. The cunt responded with powerful arguments of its own, and Kaitlin was close to joining the many women already roaming the streets in desperate search for an orgy. Somehow she managed to stumble into the shower, where the shock of the cold water gave her a moment of clarity. She tried to avoid the mirror, knowing that the sight of her sex hungry body would only excite her, and got dressed in any clothes that still fit. The distraction of putting on screaming, stretching lycra distracted her long enough for David to knock on the door.

David expected to be attacked and wasn't disappointed. Kaitlin might as well just gone naked, as she was halfway out of her clothes by the time she got to the door. Some inner reserve of caution made her check who it was, but her libido was handed the reins as she opened the door. The two met for a hungry French kiss. David's enchanced prick pushed its way through the maze of his boxers and prodded Kaitlin with an insistent reminder of what was important here. She didn't tease the trouser snake, moving down to David's belt and making rapid progress in freeing the poor animal. David explored Kaitlin's breasts, much like his wives but with larger aurolae and more of an emphasis on 'pert' than 'just freaking huge.'

Soon David's cock was free from its confinement and receiving avid treatment from Kaitlin's busy mouth. Contradicting the past, he felt none of the compulsion to come that usually characterized Janet's quick blowjobs. It was like a new switch had been implanted within him, where he was utterly in control of what he did. Reveling in the feelings of Janet's slow langorous lick up his balls, he leaned back aganist the door and watched the artist at work After 5 minutes, Janet began to get worried that she was doing something wrong. She looked up at David with quiet exasperation, and he indulged her by releasing the switch and letting the fire hose loose. Kaitlin, used to spitting, simply didn't see swallowing as a sexual act. It still wasn't. It became a culinary one. David, through a trick of the Virus, had one of the most distinctive cumtastes in the New World Order. Tasting like a fine champagne, Kaitlin discovered what had gotten Janet pumping earlier that morning.

Still hard enough to repay Kaitlin, David pushed her onto her back and roughly exposed her eager hole. Already jaded a tad by the near constant sex he had been receiving, David's mind was elsewhere, planning for his career. This led to near total control, with hardly a thought on his part. Kaitlin saw the whole experience differently. Even the vanilla missionary sex was enough for mindblowing orgasms. She began shrieking after 10 minutes, and stopped after 20. David looked down to realize she was knocked out, a string of drool/cum coming from her mouth. Putting her dripping body into the shower was enough to revive her, although David made a mental note not to be so rough. This really wasn't his style.

David's manner towards Kaitlin, usually that of a slightly demanding but still fair man, became preemptory. He ordered her into clothes, picking out a skirt/sweatshirt emsemble that was little more than a hooker's outfit now. She responded to him willingly, enjoying the new dominitive role her man, her controller, now exercised. It made Kaitlin feel safe, ready to endure whatever changes should come over her later.

The two walked down to the car, Kaitlin gripping a dildo for when David was preoccupied with other business. Almost ready to go, David had a sudden thought, ordering Kaitlin to pick up a second one. She was only too happy to comply. The two drove out past San Jose to Redwood City, where a quick bit of investigating had revealed Rhonda's residence. A surpisingly large residence, almost a mansion. David was surprised that Rhonda, alone, had felt the need for such a large building, but supposed it was yet another way she showed off. His plan, simple enough, was to gain entry, fuck her until she couldn't remember her name, then take over her position and affairs, as well as adding a new person to his growing amount of women. Three, he figured, was about enough.

The area was deceptively quiet, a wooded area far from the orgy filled streets of all the communities. Dogs were barking somewhere, and one couple was jogging nude, she on a leash, but in general this area almost looked to have escaped the effects of the Virus. The area was also few and far between with street addresses. David was quickly lost in the circles and cul-de-sacs. Deciding to change another bit of male behavior in the New World, he stopped at a small house and rang the bell, intending to ask directions.

'Who's there?' said a suspicious baritone,' male or female?'

'Male!' David responded,' I just wanted some directions.'

There was a moment's silence. Then the door cracked open a tad.

'Directions for where?'

'The house of Rhonda Greeley? Is it nearby?'

'The Greeley house! Buddy, you sure as hell don't want to go there.'

'Why not?'

'A bunch of chicks have holed up in there and sworn to resist all men. A couple guys tried to take 'em, and they took a few shots at the guys! Too dangerous, believe me. Wait until tomorrow when they're all braindead. Here, come on in'

The man, a gnarled but virile 50 year old, opened the door and ushered the pair in. Standing frightened in the living room was who had to be his wife, looking as fantastic as anyone but betraying a few signs of age. Relaxing, the two women went into the kitchen.

The two men sat down and spoke about the world. He was named Harold Yipes, a auto mechanic out of San Francisco proper. A nice guy, David resolved to check in on him in the future. While they chatted, David formulated a plan to get Rhonda before the gold diggers descended on the Greeley mansion on the third day. Meanwhile, the babble of conversation in the kitchen became quiet, then punctuated by a loud moan. Chuckling, both men shucked their clothes and went to join their amorous females. The already naked twosome was only too willing to make room.

Dressing, David and Kaitlin left, promising to meet again. In the car, David explained carefully what he wanted her to do, leaving out no eventualities and carefully making plans. Then, after fingering her to climax in the front seat, he parked the car just out of sight of Rhonda's estate. Kaitlin, trembling slightly, walked slowly to the front gates. David, nervous but convinced in Kaitlin's abilities, left for home.

8:30 AM Day 2
Northrup Household

Scott was upstairs on the phone, talking to an esctatic Kevin. Downstairs, Janet and Clara were doing the dishes in relative calm. Despite her disgust with Clara's mindlessness, Janet was still willing to use Clara's tongue and fingers to help her out. 'No use letting even a vegatable go to waste,' she thought. Kelly had yet to make an appearance.

Scott had just hung up the phone when Kelly's door creaked open. Thinking that at this point nothing could shock him, Scott turned around ready to see the typical bombshell staring back. Nonetheless, his jaw dropped. Kelly wasn't a bombshell. She was a bombshell's bombshell. She was Fucking. She was Sex. Every bit of her had been gone over by the Virus, and it had achieved perfection in her.

The Virus was a nanovirus, but it worked in close conjunction with the DNA of a particular person. With women, it took its cues from a particular conjunction of two chromosomes, using it to decide how much estrogen to pump in one place and how much to sculpt in another. The amount of conjunction determined how much was changed. For most of the human race, the match was about 60%, meaning that the woman ended up looking like a supermodel. Dr. Philips, however, had known this. Realizing that very few women would be near genetic match, he had adjusted the nanos so that they would produce something much better than the typical woman if the match was good enough. Every sexual factor his twisted mind could concoct went into the 40% left. Everything he could glean from twisted stories he found online. Mainly as an exercise- only .01 percent of the population would be above an 80% match.

Kelly was a 92% match. Only several thousand women in the world were higher. She began in the head, with thick blonde hair that fell down in perfect waves down her head to frame her face. Her lashes were dramatic, making every wink dramatic foreplay, veiling lightly her burning blue eyes- eyes that burned with both obvious arousal. Flawless skin, perfectly smooth and unblemished, ran around lips that were naturally lipstick red. Following the line of perfect lines down, strong, massive breasts defied gravity in an impossible way, beling musculature three times as strong in the back. Her waist was wasp thin, framing a patch of blonde pubic hair shaped like a heart. Kelly's formally chicken legs now appeared to stop just short of her breasts- and they framed a tiny ass that could only have been contrived.

The thin, mousy Freshman was now a 21 year old symbol of sexuality. Seemingly dazed by her change in gravity and height, Kelly murmured, in a new throaty voice, 'None of my clothes fit anymore.'

Scott just stared for a second. Then he got a mirror and put it in front of Kelly. She gasped in shock, yet Scott couldn't help but notice a trickle of moisture coming from her junction. Taking the mirror in hands with naturally long nails, Kelly stared at her reflection for a moment in shock. 'Is this what everyone...' she began.

Shaking his head in an amazed no, Scott took the mirror and put it back. Kelly took her breasts and pulled them aside, trying to see the rest of her new body. 'I think it's time for your new boyfriend to come over,' Scott remarked.

'Kevin?'

'Yes.'

'Do you think he'll want me- like this? I look nothing like before.'

'Uh.. I believe we can call that a definite yes. Go take a shower and wait for him. You all can go shopping or something.'

She walked off in a daze. Scott went downstairs. His Mom was putting her robe back on after a quick session with a tired Clara, who was watching reruns of cartoons on Cartoon Network in wide-eyed amazement.

'Something is strange with Kelly,' he announced.

'You mean she's a walking sexpot? Welcome to the world, son.'

'No, I mean even by the new standards she's a knockout. You'll see in a second. What are you going to today?'

'Well, if you could escort us we were going to go shopping for new clothes. Can you?'

'No, I have business. But Kevin, Kelly's beau, is coming over. He could drive you to the mall.'

'Sounds good. I'll go get dressed.'

Scott was attacked by an eager Clara as she left, not looking back. Scott obliged her, but his mind was elsewhere. Michelle was his target. He had a meeting with her Dad today, and even the new standards of beauty were pale compared to her previous one. Clara was a great fuck, but he wanted way more. Preoccupied, he discovered the same trigger that his Dad had, a side effect of the high genetic match of the whole Northrup family. Clara didn't notice anything wrong, but just kept sucking until he obliged her with massive gouts of sticky cum. Clara lapped it up. 'Tastes like candy!' she announced happily. Curious, Scott wiped a bit from her chin and touched it to his tongue, surprising himself with the sweet, intoxicating taste. 'Not bad,' he murmured, before turning Clara over and plugging her to unconciousness. Kelly came down, having improvised one of Scott's sweaters into a makeshift blouse, and wearing one of his baggiest pairs of jeans, cinched up to the highest notch of a belt but barely fitting over her hips.

He left right before Kevin got there.

9:20 AM Day 2
Northrup Household

It was fully understandable that Kevin was a bit nervous walking up to the front door. The ritual of the young man meeting the parents was a time honored occasion for the use of cyanide. The fact that he would be marrying and fucking this girl with the fully complicity of the parents was a bit stressful too. Add into that the fact that he was driving without a license, and a faster than normal heartbeat was fully understandable. Also contributing was the fact that his penis was almost ripping his underwear apart, and advertising the fact in the loose boxers and shorts Kevin had thoughtlessly put on. He had untucked his shirt in another time honored tradition, but even that wasn't enough to fully conceal his arousal. Kevin had been blessed by the penis fairy- he measured out at a full 11 inches when erect. While not rare among men now, it was a sizable tonker. The feelings were great.

He rang the doorbell once, and Janet hurried to open it. Inured somewhat to the still taboo sight of her son, she found herself almost free of inhibitions when she looked into the eyes of this new man. With an effort she restrained herself from an outright attack, but she saw no way to stop herself from flirting with him. Trying to remember the fact that she would soon be this man's mother-in-law, she purred a welcome to the trembling Kevin.

'Come on in,' she said deeply, looking into his eyes,' Kelly will be down in a second.'

Janet positioned her breasts as a barrier across the door, and Kevin had little choice but to brush against them as he made his entry. Janet purred a little and followed him in, her eyes watching his ass closely. He sat down with his legs open, inadvertently revealing his engorged prick. Janet, sitting down next to him, breathed heavily and averted her eyes only with an extreme effort.

'Kevin, honey,' she said quietly,' would you mind crossing your legs? It's only with a great effort I can sit here talking to you. Please remember that it's very difficult for me to cope with my feelings right now.'

Kevin blushed with every pint of blood in his body and crossed his legs tightly. It hurt his member to be constricted that tightly, but Kevin figured it was worth it if Kelly didn't come downstairs to see him fucking her Mom. He wanted to make a good first impression.

The fact that Clara casually walked in and sat in his lap wasn't part of the plan. Feeling no regret besides a slight concern that Scott wasn't the one around, she threw her arms around his neck and rubbed her ample chest aganist his. Cooing softly, Kevin looked into her empty eyes, then found her massive breasts better. Restraining himself with commendable effort, he was about to throw her off him when Kelly walked downstairs at precisely the wrong time. Feeling, for some reason, insecure about her new looks, she had taken one of Scott's porno mags and dolled herself up for Kevin. HEr shirt was torn raggedly off at the midriff, the pants were rolled up to the knee. Kevin, stunned, could only stare stupidly. Seeing Clara on him, Kelly froze, feeling tears well up instead of the glorious moment she had hoped for. Turning quickly, she ran back upstairs.

Brain becoming functional again, Kevin ran after her. Her door was locked, and Kevin could hear her sobbing quietly behind it.

'Kelly, let me in! It was a mistake!'

'You don't like the way I look. I'm not even me anymore!'

'You're still you! Kelly, you're beautiful!'

'Not as beautiful as Clara.'

'Damn it... beauty isn't everything, Kelly. Let me in!'

'It is now. Go to hell.'

Kevin decided on the direct route. Leaning back, he smashed into her door and broke the fragile lock, nearly falling as the door swung open. Kelly was still a sexy sight. Despite herself, Kelly was still unstoppably attracted to this boy/man, both physically and mentally. Her libido ruled as strongly as in all females, and she felt herself weakening as he breathed heavily in the doorway, trying to think of what to do next.

Kevin firmly cast 6 years of weakness and insecurity around women aside. Striding over to the new Kelly, he picked her up and kissed her as fiercly as he knew how. Kelly gave in utterly at the first sparkling touch- her brain becoming merely a receptor for the pleasure beginning to slowly override her. As the kiss went on and on, Kelly's brain showed off some of the mental manipulation Dr. Philips had engineered. Many of the new models had merely become women with great figures, but still bad lovers. For Kelly it was all there. She could've written the Kama Sutra in a day. Without any concious thought, indeed, incapable of concious thought, she began to move and thrust in a way designed for pleasure and nothing more. Kevin, who began the contact, soon was only along for the ride.

Kelly's mouth slowly opened, and poked Kevin's open as well. Their tongues met, and Kelly's met Kevin's and began to teach him the ballet of French kissing. Assisting this was a lengthened tongue, almost two inches longer than normal, that surrounded Kevin's in one of many erotic embraces. The second was her crotch, which almost streamed with wetness. Putting one impossibly long leg around Kevin, she humped his crotch until he caught a clue and disrobed both of them. Then, positioning his massive member, he entered a tight but wet cunt that welcomed the intrusion like an old friend. Kevin and Kelly, for a long time, turned off their brains. He was cock, and she was cunt, and they moved in total harmony. Loud harmony, too. Clara and Janet, waiting for the two to finish, had fortunately found a way to pass the time.

Both teenagers climaxed in a slow burst of conciousness, floating up somewhere as their endorphins overloaded their systems. They remained in a karmic embrace for some minutes, until both dropped off in a mutual burst. Feeling somehow revitalized, they had no need for more words. Kelly put her clothes back on, ignoring the stains and sweat, and Kevin put his on. Picking up Janet and Clara, all three beautiful, leggy women got in the car with him and they drove to the mall.

3:30 PM Day 2
Rhonda's Mansion

Kaitlin walked awkardly towards Rhonda's stern estate, the last bastion of virginity in a world of sex. The house itself seemed a prude, an old Victorian seperated from the verdant greenery around it. It was as white as a wedding dress, and had the same symbology. Kaitlin felt inadequate for the role her man wanted her to play. Surely some clue that she had fallen for a big man and his big cock would come through. Surely they would be able to see that she had been getting it long and hard on a daily basis. She sighed; the things she had to do to get some of David's cock. He had promised her a world-class fuck, just him and her, for an hour if she went along. The thought made stars flash behind her eyes. (And a few more brain cells died.)

A small gate stood outside the house. Kaitlin rang the bell and hugged herself nervously. Soon a stern but still sultry and young voice came over the intercom.

'Male or female?'

'Can I talk to Rhonda?'

'Male or female?'

'Damn it, isn't it obvious. Tell her this is Kaitlin. I used to be Davids' sexre- uh, secretary.' Kaitlin hoped the slip hadn't been noticed.

'Hold on.'

After a moment a voice that, had it not been so sexy, would've been the old Rhonda, came over the intercom.

'Kaitlin? What the hell are you doing here?'

'I need to get away from David! He assaulted me, tried to make me fuck him! I figured you'd protect me from him here.'

'If you aren't lying, you've come to the right place. All women are safe from men here. Enter.'

Kaitlin pushed the gate open and walked in. Trying to play in character, she attempted to stifle the natural sway of her ass and breasts, trying to imagine what a desperately unsexed woman would be like. 'Thank God for Drama class,' she thought.

The door opened before her to reveal an anti-harem. Looking at her curiously through the opening were some of the sexiest women she had yet to see. Almost all of them ranked high on new scales of beauty, and yet they were dressed in a manner totally inappropriate for how beautiful they were. Kaitlin's practiced eye stripped them of the dowdy sweaters and pants they were wearing and updated them to true standards. 'Legs like that, and she's wearing pants!' Kaitlin thought. She felt both superior and nervous with her own revealing attire.

Kaitlin recognized Rhonda only by the determined look on her face. The rest of her was as curvy as anybody else. She was dressed entirely in shapeless black, but a poke here and there revealed her true attributes.

'You seem to have come in the nick of time, Kaitlin,' she announced,' by the look of things, you've already given in.'

'I'm sorry, Rhonda, but it's so hard to fight this Virus. Everytime I don't concentrate my mind turns to sex. I didn't even think about putting these on- my mind just went for them.'

Rhonda considered her. Everything Kaitlin had said was true, except for the fact that she hadn't given in.

'We will make an exception, just this once. You may join us. Let me explain our purpose here. We believe that the Virus is a male-manufactured way of enslaving women. To do that, it has increased the sex drives of all of us and changed our bodies. We do not believe that it can change our intelligence and we do not believe it can force us to have sex with men. We just need to have willpower. To show that willpower, we require that you give us all your sexual material.'

'Huh?'

'Your dildos, please.'

Trying to hide her reluctance, Kaitlin pulled out both from her purse. Rhonda took them- did she see a hint of arousal in her eyes?- and strode to a large pile in the corner. Not noticing it before, Kaitlin almost gasped as she saw the pile of pensises. Anywhere from little phalluses to massive plastic cocks, it was a clearinghouse of stiumlation all thrown into a little pile.

'Tonight we shall burn these,' Rhonda announced,'as we concentrate our minds to show the world that our minds will remain intact.' She smiled like a prophet. 'Talk to our brethren, and concentrate on remaining pure. The ceremony begins at 8 PM. Stay away from the upstairs room.'

Kaitlin nodded and walked away. The dark house was gloomy, dank, and utterly depressing. Soft track lighting, intended to highlight old paintings, only gave the house an air of too little light and too little life. The many women should've made it a giggly, carefree place, but they all walked around mumbling with their arms behind their backs. Many were sitting in yoga position, sweat broken out on their brows, sitting firmly on their hands. Passing through a study, Kaitlin noticed a group sitting around the computer. Noticing her, the one controlling the mouse flicked back to an innocent web site, but not before Kaitlin recognized a porn site. Kaitlin almost smiled; perhaps there was hope after all. Noble intentions aside, these women wanted a fuck as much as she did.

She almost admired their determination, although not their methods. But they were being stupid. The Virus was reality, and if they didn't find a man they would end up with whoever fucked them first. Besides, Kaitlin was liking the Virus more and more. Maybe it was some side effect of the Virus, but she was unconcerned about the third day- the sex was too good to worry about such a thing. A life on worry free fucking and sucking was beginning to look pretty good to Kaitlin. And David had a son, she remembered.

One woman was almost about to give in. She sat in a corner, sweating heavily and rocking back and forth. Several more controlled women stood watching her struggle with her arousal. Kaitlin stood back to watch; this girl was about to explode. With an agonized cry she did, making a three-finger dash for her junction. She was only halfway in when the women grabbed her and pulled her down the hall and up the stairs. Chilled all of a sudden, Kaitlin whispered to a blonde next to her, 'Where are they taking her?'

'Don't you know?' she answered,' all women who give in to their urges are tied up.'

'Just for getting off?'

'Of course! If it starts there, how long will it be until we're spreading our legs for some hot, big-dicked man...' Catching herself, the blonde looked panicked.

'I didn't say that, OK?' she whispered to Kaitlin, then wandered off.

Kaitlin herself was beginning to have some trouble controlling herself, but the pleasant plugging she had gotten earlier that day was more than enough to keep her calm. Besides, she was concerned for those girls upstairs. They needed a good dick, and they must've been about out of their minds with arousal by now. Kaitlin resolved to enlist them in turning this bastion of prudity over to the New World. First she found a sharp but small knife and somehow found a place in her taut clothes to hide it. Then she walked upstairs nonchalantly.

Two stern brunettes were guarding a small door. The door handle had been removed, and a doorjamb in the bottom of the door was holding it shut. Kaitlin walked to the door without challenge, but then one of the girls spoke to her harshly.

'Back off, girl, unless you want to end up with them.'

Kaitlin gave her best smile, 'Just need to bolster my resolve, see what it's like if you give in. Can I just have a peek?'

They hesitated, looked at each other, and shrugged. Kaitlin bent down, palming the knife in her right hand, and looked through the door. Red faced women, all leaking onto the ground and trying to grind into the floor, were tied up in cloth on their arms and legs, with a gag over their mouths. Despite the restrictions, they were still managing to get off. One would place her hole over the hands of the other, and lower herself onto their tied fingers. Several daisy chains spread across the room.

Not wanting to draw attention by looking too long, Kaitlin stood up. 'Horrible,' she said to the guards, drawing their eyes as she slipped the knife and a laboriously written note through the hole where the door handle had been. Fortunately, an orgasmic shriek muffled the sound of the knife hitting the ground. All three women shivered.

Back downstairs, Kaitlin caught sight of someone she knew- who had worked under David and been at work the day she first got fucked. She tried to walk away quickly, but the stacked girl saw her and walked away quickly. Scared, realizing she was caught, Kaitlin attempted to get out the back way. Rhonda and the old employee interecepted her right before the door. They were flanked by two other girls, the two that had dragged the desperate woman upstairs.

"I'm hearing bad things, Kaitlin. Linda here says David fucked and claimed you. Says she saw you walk outside with cum on your lips.'

'Lies!' Kaitlin tried to look shocked,' I hid in the bathroom all day. And I heard her go into one with John. She's just trying to keep me from exposing her!'

The two glared at each other. Rhonda looked dispassionate. 'It looks bad for you, Kaitlin. But we shall handle this like intelligent women. We shall have a trial. Erin, Julie, take them both to the parlor, then gather everyone else.'

Soon Kaitlin, nervous, (but still horny,) had her hands tied and was facing the assembled ranks of Rhonda's Resistors, about 30 women in all. They tried to look dispassionate, but their eyes betrayed that they were having the same fantasy she was- being tied up and on display. Kaitlin tried to shake the dream of as she prepared her defense. It wasn't easy. Thoughts and fine phrases were slipping away from her more and more. Every minute she felt a little dumber- if a little happier. At least everyone else was feeling the same way. Hmmm... even Rhonda looked a little vacant now.

Kaitlin awoke from her reverie with a small shake after a minute of prolonged silence told her Linda was done presenting her case. She walked before the assembled women, and stage fright struck hard. Every phrase she had managed to concoct flew away before she could deliver it. Some last vestige of intelligence told her that this was the wrong tack to take. Instead of trying to convince them she was a prude like them, she should be trying to reverse the roles. Perhaps it was just her cunt doing the thinking, but this addled idea made sense to Kaitlin. She smiled at the audience.

'First, I'd like to admit that I am in fact guilty. It was wrong of me to deny that David had fucked me long and hard. But I want to explain why I'm here among you know...'

The phrase 'long and hard' had caused some shifting in the audience. Encouraged, Kaitlin continued. Strolling slowly over to the pile of dildos, she unworked the knot tied by women in the process of forgetting how to tie their shoes.

'David first fucked me on his desk. And I liked it. I grabbed his meat, stuffed it into my pussy, and rode it like a broken down cowboy. Then I sucked his dick until it spurted. And believe me, it tasted like nothing you would believe.'

She was getting to them now; she could feel it. There was discreet caresses, soft murmurs, and rapt silence in the audience. But Rhonda was frowning now, deciding to give up on this exercise in the judicial system. Kaitlin speeded her speech up, now with the knots undone and right next to the dildos.

'But then later I thought to myself- did that mean I had given up? Did that mean I was nothing more than a cock whore, submitting myself to mind-blowing orgasms?'

Rhonda was walking towards her now. But Kaitlin was confident.

'Hell yes. Join me. Let me show you how good it all feels.'

Kaitlin sprang into action. Pulling her pants down, exposing a sopping quim, she grabbed a dildo and rammed the length into her, moaning in unfeigned pleasure. For a moment, she thought she had them. Some were moving towards her, some touching others, some themselves. But then she felt two strong, fierce hands grip her shoulders- Rhonda.

'Control yourselves!' Rhonda cried, and the moment passed. And it looked desperate. But then upstairs two cries went out, and a second later a throng of sweaty, nude women ran downstairs. Ignoring the scene, they went straight for the plastic penises, filling their desperate cunts with whatever they could grab. The tide broke. The prudes, in a rare move of group sex, shucked everything and joined in. Rhonda, realizing her movement was over, turned to flee, but Kaitlin grabbed her and pushed her pants down, stuffing a dildo and moving it up and down. Rhonda's cries of anger quickly turned into those of pleasure, and she thrust with the motion. The two retired to Rhonda's bedroom with a handful of dildos.

Kaitlin felt her mind slipping away from her, but knew that she had one last duty to do. While Rhonda orgasmed over and over, she whispered 'David is such a hot guy. Such a great cock,' and similar remarks to the susceptible woman. Rhonda, her eyes fogged over, began to whisper it back. As the night went on, Kaitlin grew too confused to do much more than say, 'David is Mr. Cock,' but Rhonda was there with her.

Downstairs, in a gentle sexual haze, the women fucked their own brains out. Former investment bankers, lawyers, doctors became living, walking, barbie dolls. They were too horny too notice.

Night fell, and so did the last bastion of womanhood.

12:00 PM Day 2
Dekir Household

Michelle's Dad was a truly nice guy, one of those rare men everyone instinctively trusts. Born with a handyman's saw, knowing every trick in life, he handled Boy Scouts, numerous volunteer organizations, and other good works. Along the way he had found a wife, married her, and raised a beautiful daughter as well as he could. Michelle was his pride and joy, and she had rewarded him. Smart, funny, she avoided the pitfalls most kids her age fell into. He didn't look forward to marrying her off, but he knew she would be making some young man a lucky guy.

The Virus devastated him and his family. His wife took everything fairly well. As with most women, she adapted to the physical changes and enjoyed the enchanced stimulation so much a loss of intelligence didn't seem like much of a price to pay. Still, Lee Deckir didn't want to see his daughter hand herself to whatever man could please her. She was being a saint, staying in her room, trying to resist the Virus, but Lee knew even the strongest girl couldn't stand it long. The phone call from that Scott kid seemed like it might offer a way out. He seemed bright; he seemed genuinely in love with Michelle.

Scott did everything in his power to put Lee's mind at ease. A firm handshake, a long talk in the kitchen about his plans and his future. Choosing to leave out the detail of Clara, Scott expounded on his burgeoning marriage business and what he wanted to do with it. Lee saw the eyes of the entreprenaur, and although he saw through to the opportunist side of Scott the earnest boy seemed to be for real. Subtly letting Scott know, he gave his blessing for him to take his daughter. 'But,' he cautioned, 'it is still her choice. she's upstairs. Talk to her.'

The intelligent, urbane Scott disappeared somewhere on the steps, and the old Scott came back. Clara and his sister were nothing, really, just reflections of what this new world was like. Clara was almost a friend, and Kelly, well, that was nothing long-lasting. Michelle was still his dream. Trying to make this meeting mean something more than sex, he tried not to mentally adjust her for beauty. Her door was firmly shut, and no sounds came from inside. He knocked quietly.

'Yes, Daddy?'

'Um. No. It's me, Scott Northrup. Remember?'

'At school, yeah.'

'Seems like a lifetime, huh?'

'Yeah. Why are you here?'

'Um, well, it's like this.' The smooth pitchman felt increasingly like the adolescent he was.

'You're gonna need someone to take care of you. I have a business, a family, and a lot friends. So I can do it.'

'What are you saying?'

'Um. Will you marry me?'

Tense, muscles tight and sweating, he heard a long intake of breath. Then a pause. Then silence.

'Michelle?'

'Let me... let me think about it...'

'Um. OK.'

'Don't go anywhere.'

'I won't.

Next to her door was small table with a computer on it. Thinking that this might take some time, Scott fired it up and went online. Dialing into his account, he read his e-mail, sent some, and chatted with his friends. Brady was absent, but had sent a quick message noting that he 'was now King of the World,' with the dark haired girl. Danny promised that the web site would be up in two days, and Kyle had gotten spots on most major channels. Fortunately, the network people were took distracted to notice he was a teenager. He also shared one bit of info- Lisa had called, sounding distracted and desperate, wondering where Kevin was. All in all, business was humming along. He went along some newsgroups and posted advertisements, and was pleased to see some queries begin to trickle in.

Hours passed. Still no sound from the bedroom. Scott surfed idly online, dreaming of what his new life would be like, planning for the future.

It was late now. Lee had left with his wife for a final drive while she still had her wits about her. Still there was nothing.

Finally, he found a pillow, a blanket, laid down outside her door, and went to sleep.

Once he had drifted off, a note was pushed under the door.

2:00 PM Day 2
Deckir Household

'The ride in the thing with the rubber dougnuts was fun,' Clara noted, 'now what? Sex now?'

'No, Clara. We're going shopping. For clothes.'

'Clothes are good. Fucking is better, though.'

Janet was a little bit worried. It seemed likely to her that another orgy would prevail inside, and she didn't feel like she would be able to stand it. But she trusted Kevin, and she felt like defering to his judgement was the best thing to do. Her mind liked this idea, and slowly Janet began to relinquish control to her instincts and libido. Kevin would protect her; he was a man. 'Even when I get dumb,' she thought, and giggled. Kelly joined in.

Inside was a scene, but it was more controlled than Janet had feared. Most of these women were on their own, shopping for new clothes. Many stopped for a long time in the dressing rooms, and some were walking around naked, but there were very few men around. The three girls, excited, grabbed all the good stuff they could find. Janet was partial to the blouses and short jean shorts that made her look like a teenager again. Clara was partial to, well, the lingerie and any men around, but Kevin kept a close eye on her and she picked new outfits out as well. Kelly, however, was having trouble; her awesome body was too extreme for many of the outfits. Kevin suggested they go to mall proper, where he remembered a place that specialized in large women.

Clara and Janet stayed behind, and Janet quickly found an exhausted clerk and put him through the paces once again. Kelly and Kevin only got halfway to the mall when he grabbed her and kissed her harshly. She responded willingly, and the two blatantly rubbed aganist each other, old inhibitions tossed to the still-playing muzak that made the whole scene sound like a porno. Kevin broke it off, taking his fingers from underneath her shorts, and hand in hand the two strode into the gallery.

Kelly was instantly grateful she had already jerked off. A mad tableau of a massive orgy was on in the center of the mall, where Santa Claus used to visit. About 50 men were stuffing 25 dazed women who looked like they couldn't stand up straight. Kevin was ready to walk by it quickly, but Kelly was insistent, saying she thought she saw someone she knew. After peering closely, she grabbed Kevin's arm.

'My neighbor Julie is down there! And her Mom! We need to help them!'

'Aren't those the assholes?'

'Yeah, but I have bigger boobies now. I need to show her up. Her Mom is nice, anyway.'

'I think it's too dangerous.'

'Please, Kevvy? I'll do this tonight-' she whispered something that sounded anatomically impossible.'

'Oh..wow.. OK. But first lets get you outfitted. Then we'll work something out.'

The store was, strangely, abandoned, although Kevin heard sounds coming from the back he didn't want to investigate. He made a check out to the store and Kelly went wild, indulging a newfound exhibitionist streak. Kevin didn't enjoy it as much as he should've, as he was preoccupied with how to get Julie and her Mom away without being killed by angry men.

They approached the scene cautiously. They were in luck- Julie's Mom was temporarily unoccupied. Julie was; she had one pimply kid pounding her from behind and another, bigger guy underneath. Julie's eyes were closed and her proportions were excellent. ('Not as good as mine!' Kelly noted smugly.)

Getting Julie's Mom away was only a matter of picking her up and dragging her away. A few slaps brought her groggily out of the orgasmic oblivion she had been in. Kelly had a plan for Julie. Walking casually next to the boys, she quickly stripped and 'ahmed' loudly. Both looked at her curves, her figure, and her come hither look and came to an instant conclusion. Two willing dicks were presented to Kelly, who took one deep into her throat and positioned another in her cunt. While she put them through spin cycle, Kevin helped Julie to her feet, and near carried her near her Mom. He poked Kelly on her ass, the signal, and she sucked and squeezed with her new muscles. The two men were milked, and dropped back momentarily exhausted. Licking and judging the cum to be insuperior to Kevin's, Kelly helped him take the two girls back outside.

Clara and Janet, looking flushed, were waiting for them, and were surprised but delighted to see Julie and her Mom. Things got a little tight in the backseat, and a little hot, and unloading was forgotten as everyone spilled onto the living room floor for some discussion and planning, with some light fingering thrown in.

Janet felt refreshed, calm, and at peace. The fact she was feeling vapid, clueless, didn't bother her; all it meant was that she was free for a lifetime of fucking. When David came home, she was ready for him, and the two made off for the bedroom immediately. He told her about Kaitlin, about Rhonda, and she was delighted.

'You aren't mad that I'll have other women?'

'Well, I'll need someone to help me out when you're at work.' She giggled, took his penis into her hands, and swallowed it.

Kelly and Kevin retired to bed, where Kelly showed him positions 30-45 in the Kama Sutra. Exhausted, the two snuggled together.

Julie and her Mom slept downstairs, tired after a long day. Neither had the energy to think about their minds.

Scott slept, and Michelle slept. Rhonda and Kaitlin slept, ready for pickup.

And the world finally realigned. The violence was over, the confusion ebbing, the old social order dead. The new world, of carefree sex and a long bright future, had just begun.

8:00 AM Day 3
Deckir Household

Scott woke slowly. Three days ago life was hell. One day ago Heaven. Now he was unsure. Michelle hadn't rejected him, nor had she accepted him. Now she was his; she was everybody's, but he wanted to think that in her last moments of her old self she had chosen of her own free will. Now he'd never know if her head or her cunt ruled. He sighed and cursed himself- 'I should've come sooner!'

But there was a paper outside that hadn't been there before. Scott opened it with excited trepidation. It read, in a script beginning to resemble a childish scrawl, 'Before I go to sleep, I want to you to know- Yes.'

The door was unlocked. She was wet, willing, waiting.

EPILOGUE-

SCOTT NORTHRUP- His business, run by dedicated staff and finding a new niche in the world, expanded to become the largest in California, Nevada, and Oregon. Big conglomerates, slowly getting their act together, halted his growth, but Scott still made a tidy fortune. He sold the business when young to spend more time with his three wives- Clara, Julie, and of course Michelle, his First Wife.

DAVID NORTHRUP- Business acumen and quick thinking earned him the title of Director of Sales for Intel. Seeing more clearly than anybody else the new needs of the new world, he was made Chief Operating Officer at 50 and retired as an acclaimed businessman at 50. He too has three wives- Rhonda, Kaitlin, and Janet.

JANET NORTHRUP- Janet woke with the mind of a sixth grader but the peace of a yoga master. She found acceptance of her new role as wife of a powerful man, and keeps a good home. She regularly fucks her two Co-Wives and an assortment of men David brings over. For her birthday, she got a Calvin Klein model.

KELLY WILDER- Her looks and skills made her into a symbol for the next generation of women. She kept more brains than most, and uses them in her quest to become the ultimate sexual being. In her spare time she works with kids, and has 5 herself.

KEVIN WILDER- Chief Financial Officer of NWO Marriage, he has never wanted anything more than his wife, Kelly. Well, sometimes he fucks the maid, his old rival Lisa, but that's just a benefit. He's proud to be the only fuck of Kelly, who has always been faithful since that one day in the mall.

KAITLIN NORTHRUP- Not the brightest anymore, but still David's valuable tool. Well, valuable for his tool. She's learned to type and take dictation, both kinds, and looks stunning in a short skirt.

RHONDA NORTHRUP- Abandoning her old persona, Rhonda has become a stereotype of the dependent, sex-hungry woman. Always needy for some relief, her libido is a running joke in the family. She bore David two children, and is totally devoted to them.

JULIE NORTHRUP- Heavily affected by the Virus, Julie is little more than a walking cunt. She can think, if she concentrates, but mainly she spends her time looking for sex. Scott has a collar on her that compels her to come home when he wants her.

CLARA NORTHRUP- A cheerful bimbo, Clara is in a family way most of the time. She found her parents again, and spends most of her time as a stay-home cleaner.

MICHELLE NORTHRUP- After their abrupt meeting, Michelle fell hard for Scott. Always supportive, always helpful. Scott keeps her pregnant, but is also abreast of the latest treatments in hopes of getting her brains back.

OTHERS- Brady got Julie's Mom and the dark haired girl, Danny got his Mom, Kyle got his girl, and the world ended up, for the most part, a reasonably good place to live.

-THE END-