Samantha grabbed a foam lobber off the rack as she exited the rig. It resembled the technological offspring of a bazooka and a fire extinguisher.
She could see several gravid green girls roaming outside. Overhead drones buzzed, as the regional CDC office coordinated containment and cleanup.
The four members of the response team spread wide.
Predictably the plant girls charged straight at Dalia, who was taking center. Sam dropped to a knee and took a snap shot with her lobber. The ball missed her target by inches but snagged her wild knee length hair. It rapidly expanded, dripping down and gluing the green zombie in place.
Two more pops sounded as her teammates rooted the other victims.
Dalia paused just long enough to issue new orders.
'Sam, stay here. We'll sweep the inside. The cleanup crew should be arriving shortly.'
Samantha knew better to complain, Dalia was pretty good at rotating duties. She backed off so she could keep her charges in sight as Dalia led Carl and Mia into the building.
Listening on the suit radio to the play by play of their sweep kept her on her toes and her mind mostly off the sight in front of her. The plant girls seemed to have realized they couldn't reach her and seemed content to slowly rub their enormous stomaches. The blissful expressions on their face made her wonder just how sensitive their skin was, as their body language suggested it was closer to masturbation than a simple massage. She hardly noticed when three large semi trucks pulled up.
Dalia and the crew exited, dragging a gummed up green hottie behind them.
The cleanup crew got to work restraining the victims before they dissolved the sticky foam.
The rest began putting up the scaffolding to tent the entire property. Trip-P spores were a pain to clean up, they had to tent the entire area and use industrial heaters to get everything over 120° to break them down.
Dalia signaled them to come back to the rig.
'Good job all, they'll be in the hospital shortly and have control of the bodies back by morning. Trip-P is a grade 3 hazard so we'll all have a nice bonus in our next pay.'
'I do have a favor to ask for this weekend. I know we were supposed to be off duty, but I've been asked to get two people for a special job.'
'Southern High School has requested a full building ozone decon again. This time they want us to supervise.'
Sam groaned. Southern High had been a reoccurring issue for months. Someone had wanted revenge on the cheerleading team and dosed their equipment with the Gay Pride strain. Normally not overly contagious, the entire squad had become infected. Over two weeks, each one of them had slowly morphed into very male, very fit anthropomorphic lions - ones with a complete aversion to clothing, perpetual erections, and an insatiable homosexual sex drive.
Gay Pride was a rare infection, it was transmitted only by semen and only in their first orgasm after the transformation started. This usually happened with little warning. One of the transforming girls must have known what was coming and managed to harvest his first male orgasm.
With the most popular girls in school changed into seven foot tall lionine male sex symbols, combined with the social/pride instincts - they were instantly the 'in' group that many wished to join.
The school since had constant 'unexplained' outbreaks, with an ever growing number of students sporting tawny fur and loving the cock. Anyone with a brain knew these were coordinated voluntary infections, but parents (in denial over their kids choice) were threatening lawsuits - causing the school to repeatedly have the building sterilized.
Dalia coughed to get her focus again.
'I need two of you to to waste your weekend on this wild goose chase. The superintendent knows too, but he said they are close to a social critical mass and he expects to have an all male all feline student body within two months. They need to have their butts covered for the inevitable lawsuits. I'll split my hazard pay from today between the two of you who cover this.'
Mia didn't hesitate. 'I'll do it!'
Samantha wasn't surprised, hazard pay without the hazard was right up Mia's alley. She was here for the money, to pay for her expensive lifestyle. She was a coward, and Sam was convinced that James catching Fuckbeast was all her fault.
A smile came on Samantha's face. 'Me too.'