Samantha struggled to get her rubberized containment suit over her huge squishy ass. Two months later, and she still wasn't used to having an oversized jiggle butt and a stallion sized set of cock and balls. On a call she'd gotten a cut in her suit and contracted Femboy Fever, leaving her with an very feminine teenage model's face, flat chest (with hypersensitive nipples), plus the aforementioned oversized rear and male endowment.
At least the worker's comp payment from Sam's femboy infection had paid off her student loans. Could have been worse, she could have gotten Fuckbeast like James. He was now a one ton hermaphroditic cougar, living in a wildlife preserve due to overwhelming feral instincts and perpetual heat plus rut.
As she tried to adjust her baseball sized nuts through her suit, she told her self for the hundredth time that she would be a true girl again - once she found the right strain with which to infect herself. Thankfully her job gave her many opportunities to stage it as an 'accident' and avoid the mandatory 6 month prison sentence for intentional self exposure.
Suit finally adjusted, she piled into the huge hazmat response rig with the rest of the crew. Dalia, their team leader, began the briefing as the truck pulled out.
'Outbreak at a taco bell, expected less than 6 transformed. Strain is Trip-P, Parasitic Pregnancy Plant, also known as plant zombie. The transformed will appear to be green skinned, extremely pregnant women. Only special procedure is to take care restraining the infected, the original mind is intact but has no control. They will not stop resisting and bruise as easily as ripe fruit. The victims actually can resume a fairly normal life after removal of the plant-brain and spore ducts.'
Sam briefly considered this as a potential solution to her horsecock problem. Curvy plant girl wouldn't be too bad, with the bonus that as a plant she would be immune to all the other transformative diseases that were loose in the world. Then again, plant girls were too delicate to run outbreak response and she'd need a new job.
This was the third strain she'd had an opportunity to consider and reject.
First had been Sappho, which would make her a normal woman; though completely gay and badly allergic to men. She was fine with the strict homosexuality, Femboy fever had made her bi already, but the allergy and aversion to men would be just too difficult.
After that had been 'Zon. Being an eight foot tall muscle goddess sounded great on the surface, but it would make every day life difficult - the world just wasn't made for someone that size.
Oh well, she'd keep waiting. New strains were still popping up on a weekly basis, she'd find something. Perhaps she'd even buy a black market sample and suck it up about the jail time after she changed.
Samantha banished the thoughts from her head as they arrived at the outbreak site.