Jillian snapped awake in her car. A warm, pleasant feeling drained out of her as she returned to some semblance of normalcy. It did not take away the fact that she was topless and covered in dried cum and milk. Her cheeks flushed and she tried to cover herself, thankful for the dark around her. Her confusion was subdued by her fear. She scrambled to start the car and get on the road to somewhere more private as she figured out what had happened.
From the window of the house, Lucy watched a slightly mournful smile on her lips. It was an unfair thing to do to her first daughter, but it had to be done. A virus does not spread if it kills the host immediately. Each of her converts would need a little time to develop and bring others into the fold. After hours of ecstasy, Lucy pulled Jillian away from David's cock and sat her down for a conversation. She explained that the new Jillian would have to be locked away in the back of her mind, but that she could get out soon.
In exchange, Lucy let Jillian keep the new body. That would raise questions, but no one would press them too hard. The people able to maintain a rational thought in Jillian's presence would attribute it to plastic surgery or some other mundane development. The ones incapable of thinking about anything but her soft tits and thick ass wouldn't care. Jillian wouldn't know the difference. As far as she knew, she'd always looked like a porn star and she liked it.
The car lurched into motion and peeled back down the driveway. Lucy could not see exactly what would happen with Jillian, but she guessed that her husband, Sam, would be in for a long night. The woman's animosity towards her loveless marriage would kindle a flame that would burn away every little bit of Sam. Lucy hoped that Jillian would bring her something fun and new to play with.
The Crimson Lady turned away from the window and walked across her bedroom to the shower, turning on the water and sighing at the sound of the warm hiss. Looking at the bed, she saw David, who had started to become more cock than man. "Honey," she called, leaning over and wiggling her naked pussy at him. "Why don't you come take a shower with me?"
David groaned and rolled off the bed, his monstrous cock bobbing in front of him, starting to ooze cum immediately as he staggered toward her. She pulled him into the shower, shoved his cock between her legs and pressed her tits against his hard chest.
***
Jillian stopped the car on the side of the road about halfway between David and Lucy's and her own house. She turned off the headlights and sat in the dark, trying to slow her breathing. Despite her circumstances, she didn't feel scared or worried. Instead, she was overwhelmed by excitement. Her heart thudded with joy and endless possibility. And a hunger she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her mouth watered and she sniffed the air, catching the hint of something that would bring her absolute satisfaction.
Her phone buzzed, "Where are you?" From Sam. Thoughts of her husband made the craving grow stronger.
"Fuck, I can't go home looking like this." Her big breasts heaved with each breath, the dried spunk catching moonlight. She'd managed to put on panties, though she didn't think they were hers, a pair of lacy pink ones. Her own clothes were no where to be seen. She reached to the back seat of her car and grabbed whatever might help. A water bottle and some napkins cleaned her up. The abrasive paper and cold water were enough of a deterrent to keep her mind off the sensitivity in her nipples. She had a spare jacket that she pulled on, but she couldn't do anything for her lower half. "No big deal. I just need to get home. Sam won't even notice, I bet."
Somewhat more composed, she started up the car again. As she drove, she tried to piece together what had happened. She remembered getting a text from David, but after that things became a warm, happy blur. Jillian found herself smiling as she tried recall what had happened when she'd reached the house. She thought of Lucy and her whole body shook, her pussy growing wet, and her breasts feeling full. A voice in her mind reassured her, "Don't worry, you'll remember. All you have to do is scratch the itch and we'll be free to play."
Sam sat on the front porch, a beer in hand and his phone in the other. The blue glow lit her husbands face while orange light poured out of one window of their small house. Nothing unusual about her husband sitting on the porch, but this time it felt like he was waiting on her. She wouldn't be able to sneak by him and she had no good explanation for where her pants had gone. With a sigh, she got out of the car and padded, barefoot, across their dead lawn.
"The fuck are your pants?" Sam asked, giving her only a glance.
"Uh, they're in the car. I spilled a drink on them."
"Ain't you gonna wash em?" he asked, still not looking at her. "They'll sour if you leave em in the —"
Sam looked at her as she stepped into the light. His jaw lolled and the beer fell out of his hand. His eyes raked up and down his wife while his cock hardened in his pants. Jillian realized at that moment what her craving really was. She didn't care much for her husband anymore, but he had a cock and that's all she really needed. "See something you like, hon?" She teased, turning to the side to show off her newly plumped ass. Sam was an ass man. For the first time, she had plenty to offer him.
