The Locked-In Virus

All I can do is hold on and listen to the screams his dick is pushing out of me. God, he's fucking good. I made the right choice. Though, my body chose for me.

It's too late. As you know: "Only a virgin can return." All I needed was seven days of willpower and the sickness would have lifted. I would have returned to my male form and recommenced my college classes. 

It's funny how the Locked-In virus works. Suddenly changing your body to the other sex. Giving you a craving to be fucked. It's been spreading around my college, which is funny because everyone denies having given in to their desires. So many of my friends have disappeared. So many sexy new girls have taken their place. 

Oh god, why did I fuck Jess last week? He was so insistent. So insatiable. Long red hair and freckles. Her new creamy, plump frame with huge tits and beautiful pink nipples. I couldn't say no. I knew I was locking him in for good. I imagined having her plump body for longer, as my new girlfriend. I knew I'd get the virus, but I thought I could fight it, I relented, knowing I would change back. We fucked all night, the best sex of my life. She screamed beneath me as her plump ass recoiled with my pounding. In the morning I quickly packed my bags and headed to my hometown to convalesce. When my hair grew five inches in a night everyone knew, but they said nothing.

It happens so quick. Yesterday - day three - when my dick finally disappeared I felt as chaste as a school girl. But what they say is true. "Day four; you're a whore."  I woke up this morning, I wanted to grind my pussy against everything. Knowing I shouldn't. But I felt propelled. To shower. To do my hair. To put on my mother's lipstick. Put on an old shirt. Borrowed her skirt. Passed on the underwear. I stood at the door, knowing I shouldn't go out, but making an excuse. "Are you sure you are okay, honey?" my mom asked behind me. "Yes, mom. I just need to go to the store to pick up something. My tummy hurts."

My tummy felt empty. But I wasn't hungry. It was a new kind of emptiness. A cock-shaped ache in my pussy. 

I saw him when I walked in, already suspecting he'd be the one. The one I had to fight. The one I had to avoid. I bought a few things hurriedly. He pushed my grocery cart to my car. I've never even had sex as a girl and all I could think of was fucking him. "Is that all I can help you with?" I decided spending some time with a stranger would be fun. I bent over. "I could think of a few things. Maybe meet me after your shift?" All I had to say was no...but something in my pussy wouldn't let me.

I'm doomed. This skinny body is mine forever. This tight pussy. These screams from my throat. Even the slightest exposure to his cum will be enough to trap me like this forever. It's just a matter of time before I'm locked. Maybe he lasts a few more minutes and cums on my back. Or maybe we have longer. We could try another position. Perhaps it will be my belly, or my tits. Fuck it, it's inevitable. I lock my feet to his hips and ready myself. "Oh fuck. I want you to come inside of me." He moans out and I feel a shot of heat inside of me. Yes. He keeps firing.   

Mom, your new daughter is coming home. Tell dad he will be walking me down the aisle. Reteach me the birds and the bees. I just fucked the grocery boy. And he won't be a boy for long. Oh Jess, are you ready for your plump curvaceous body to scissor mine? To feel our folds gingerly pressed together, slick with our juices? I hope so. I hope so.

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