Sara knew time was ticking but still took several minutes to force her mind back into action.
She pulled herself off the sticky desk. She looked down, over flawless smooth skin, past her cute pink nipples and flat chest, down to her plumped thighs, and stallion sized endowment. Her hands reached up and felt her face. Her skin was baby soft, with her former overly large nose shrunk down, and thin lips now full and inviting. She shook out her huge mass of auburn curls, feeling the ends tickle her lower back. If the glossy ringlets were straightened, it would easily reach the tops of her thighs.
She turned to Destiny 'how do I look?'
Destiny laughed 'like well fucked femboi jailbait. It went overboard with making you younger, if I didn't know better I'd think you were in highschool.'
Sara smiled at this, feeling a warmth inside. She felt completely liberated, she knew she would make the most of this second chance at life.
They embraced, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Sara could feel both of their semi hard cocks pinned between their flat midriffs. It was novel and hot as hell, she needed all of her willpower to pull away and resist the urge to thank Destiny sexually.
'We need to hurry, the interview was supposed to only be an an hour. We probably have less than 15 minutes before Rich and the guard come back.'
Sara had searched the office thoroughly when they considered using it as an interview room, and knew its contents.
She went over to the closet and pulled a box out labelled Party Supplies. A half empty bag of balloons was pulled out and handed to Destiny.
'The guard is at the bottom of the steps, we fill these balloons with as much jizz as we can and nail him. He has a mask to block pheromones, but a direct hit should infect him enough to start his change in under a minute.'
They set to work scraping cum off the desk and using a rolled up folder as a funnel to fill the balloons. A few lungfuls of air inflated them completely. Sara had to resist the urge to suck all the semen out of the balloon, it was clear that her new self was absolutely addicted to cum. She gave her nuts a playful squeeze at the thought, at least she had her own supply.
As they snuck down the hall, they could hear Rich snoring inside another office. Destiny checked the handle to see if they had an opportunity, but as expected it was locked. Quietly they opened the door to the stairwell. Luck was on their side, the bored guard was in sight and had removed his mask to smoke a cigarette.
They looked at each other and nodded, and whipped their balloons down as hard as they could. The first caught the soldier on top of his head and burst, leaving his hair and back covered in spooge. The second missed but hit the banister post directly in front of him. The spray went right in his face. The guard cut loose a string of curses and grabbed his rifle.
Destiny and Sara retreated in the hallway, hoping the soldier would not make it to them.
Heavy bootfalls could be heard hammering up the stairwell. This slowed and faltered. A rattle of something falling could be heard.
The two fembois waited, seconds felt like hours. After what felt like half a lifetime (but was really only about a minute) they heard a faint moan.
Entering the stairwell, the saw the soldier sprawled on the floor at the top of the stairs. Both hands were stuck down the front of his pants, his face was already softening and the stubble vanishing.
Sara tugged at Destiny's arm, 'She'll be fine, run!'
They bolted down their stairs, Destiny pausing to scoop up the fallen rifle.
They burst out the emergency exit and ran as fast as they could towards the dorms, knowing that they would be safe surrounded by that many other infected. Shouts could be heard above them, as there were additional soldiers on the roof. No shots were heard as the guards were not willing to shoot at two naked bodies that were running away.
After a quarter mile spring they staggered into the lobby of the nearest dorm. They were immediately hit with an overwhelming scent of sex. Numerous individuals could be seen scattered around the lounge, cuddling or fucking. Two petite ripped girls broke off their own sapphic lovemaking and walked towards them.
'You two look like you have a story to tell' the first girl said, eyes fixed on the rifle slung over Destiny's shoulder.
'but first lets help you relax' the second said with a grin.