Back at the biosciences building, the scientists Rich and Sara were trying to come up with a solution to the outbreak.
Rich checked his clipboard. 'Next up is the second round of questioning with the delivery driver - Destiny Elas.'
Both Rich and Sara were exhausted and had not slept since the lab containment failed. Sara looked at the bags under Rich's eyes.
'She's in handcuffs, was cooperative earlier, and these masks work for the pheromones. Go grab an hour of sleep, I can handle this one.'
Rich nodded, too tired to argue. He exited the room as the pizza delivery driver was brought in. Destiny was their best lead on figuring out the source of the outbreak. Her 'big sausage pizza' deliveries had spread the infection all over town, and was the main reason logistics was frantically redeploying their quarantine to outside city limits.
Destiny had rich dark African skin. Her thick black hair was swept sideways and forward, covering her left eye, falling in front of her shoulder, covering the left nipple of her smooth chest, and stopping at her belly button. She had the typical thick thighs and plump ass of all the other fembois, as well as a massive cock and balls. She was refusing to wear a shirt and was relishing flaunting her flat chest and altered body. She was wearing nothing but a pair of mesh exercise shorts, which were extremely tight on her. The bulge in her groin was somewhere between obscene and hilarious, her extremely pent up nuts were approaching the size of small melons.
Once Destiny was seated, Sara ran through the same questions as before, looking for any change in the story. The transformed students were proving to be extremely uncooperative.
20 minutes into the interview they had made zero progress and Sara's frustration was visible.
Destiny pointed to the cell phone on the desk which was being used as a recorder. They were in a professor's office upstairs as the lab proper was badly contaminated. Intrigued, Sara shut off the recording.
Destiny smiled, 'Lets have a talk off the record. We both know all this is pointless. You have thousands of people changed and you are frantically trying to re-establish quarantine after you couldn't confine it to campus. It's probably outside of town already.'
Sara knew the girl was right but remained silent.
'But you probably aren't thinking of the real reason you can't contain us.'
'This. Feels. Absolutely. Fucking. Incredible.'
'Once people see what it does and hear how it makes them feel, you are going to have millions of people willing to do anything to be changed. Supply side restrictions never work; just look at the failures of prohibition, gun control, or the war on drugs.'
Sara didn't like where this was going. 'I have to try, it is my job and my responsibility. Even if I can't contain, I can work on a cure.'
Destiny shook her head. 'You were here when this stuff escaped, I know you have to be from the germ lab. You're going to be the scapegoat, your career is dead. As soon as they evacuate you from here, you'll never be allowed to do anything useful again.'
'But I have a better idea. Give up and grow a dick. Stop worrying about your career and responsibilities, let me infect you, and we can walk out of here together and join the campus wide orgy. You get to start over, we've both seen how this thing turns back the clock to the age of peak fertility. You get a second chance at life. And I get to escape this place before they haul me off with the rest of you, and end up the guinea pig for all the attempts at a cure.'
Sara was silent. She hated it but Destiny was right, and it annoyed her that a pizza girl she had never met before could see the truth of it before she had. Sara had always put her job first; no family, kids, or close friends. Her love life had never had any real spice to it, though part of that was her plain appearance and timidity. She'd been all about her career, and that was soon to be taken from her.
She self consciously ran her hand through her shoulder length frizzy brown hair. Destiny laughed, 'lady, it'll fix that too. I went from an afro to smooth as silk. Probably will take care of that beak of a nose too.'
Sara realized her mind was made up already, and there was nothing really to stop her. Rich was snoozing in a lounge down the hall. The guard was back at his post in the stairwell to watch the emergency exit. Drain this girl's bloated nuts, grow a pair of her own, incapacitate the guard by infecting him, flee out the emergency exit. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders, for the first time in 36 hours she had a plan and had hope.
Sara stood, tossed the femboi the cuff keys, and began to strip, Destiny laughed and pulled down her shorts. Her nuts were massive, each four inches across. Pre started to flow as her cock rapidly rose to full staff.
Destiny spun Sara around and rudely shoved her over the desk, putting the scientist's ass in pole position. Sara had to bit her lip at the intense pain as Destiny ruthlessly speared her ass. She had never had anything inserted in it like this before. The copious precum provided the needed lubricant, but her poor anus was excruciatingly stretched. The dark skinned femboi quickly developed a rhythm to her thrusting.
After a minute the pain had faded, and Sara could swear to that Destiny was going deeper with every thrust. She felt the giant cock starting to put pressure on something just a few inches inside her rump, something very sensitive. This sensation grew with every stroke, becoming absolute bliss.
Sara realized she was already transforming, and she was feeling the growth of her new prostate. Destiny was making long aggressive thrusts, slamming her nuts against Sara's ass. The scientist felt her butt lift and expand, providing ample cushion for her lover's frenzied humping. Her tits had always been saggy, but with each passing moment she felt them sway less and less, quickly pulling up tight to her chest.
Destiny moaned as she exploded inside Sara's ballooning backside. The pressure was immense, she swore she felt her abdomen bloat from the volume of cum being pumped into her.
Sara was now riding a tide of multiple orgasms from her p-spot. She could feel her skin tightening, there was no jiggle left on her chest. Her hair was flowing down in front of her, becoming a flowing mane of auburn ringlets as it grew.
She could feel her cock beginning to emerge. The momentum of their humping caused her to grind it against the top of the desk as it swelled into full glory. She bit her lip again, trying to to cry out in pleasure as she came and shot an enormous load into the desk.