Sam woke with a grunt. She felt the last spasm of her cock as it finished pumping out a load in her sleep.
She pulled back the covers and was pleased that the condom had stayed in place and captured every drop.
She carefully removed it and went to the kitchen. First order of business was to refill the vial from Martin. Then she extracted the remainder into a small Mason jar. Femboy had left her with stallion sized male assets, and she had the ejaculatory volume to match.
4:12 AM. Might as well stay up.
Lauren - No, Lars - had stayed for pizza, afterward they curled together in front of the fireplace and talked. No sex, though both of them had really wanted it. Sam couldn't risk losing the single load of infectious cum that her body was busy creating.
Lars left, being a college bound senior, his parents allowed some liberties but staying the night wouldn't go over well.
Sam got busy submitting a report on today's events. She spun a rather convincing story of identifying Martin Roe as the source of the infection, carrying out a sting on her own, and tricking him into giving her the evidence she needed. She now had two full vials again, ready to submit as evidence for the warrant. The spermicide from the condom should ruin the DNA from the vial she had refilled, leaving the viruses intact.
Her own infection would be a mystery, and likely be blamed on Martin.
Sam felt a little guilty about the lies, but after talking with Lars, Martin had infected the original group against their will.
As she cleaned up, she realized her erection wasn't subsiding at all. 'First change'. She said to herself. It was strange to that she'd have a hard-on for the rest of her (soon to be his) life.
She killed time reading up on her new infection, but didn't learn anything new. Getting ready, she took one more close look in the mirror.
Her formerly green eyes were golden. 'Sunglasses I guess.' She planned to report her infection while back at the school. That way she could have the confirmation testing done on site with the cleanup crew's mobile lab. They'd be able to confirm the vials from Martin as well, which made a warrant and clean handoff to the state police a certainty.
30 minutes later she was parking at the high school. The cleanup crew was hard at work, and Samantha spotted Mia's convertible as well.
One of the cleanup crew flagged her down. 'Mia was looking for you, she sounded upset. She's in the faculty lounge.'
Sam made her way inside. Her skin felt itchy, she realized this might be the last day she ever wears clothes.
The faculty lounge was dark. She walked in side. The door slammed behind her.
Pain exploded in her back, and she fell to the floor.
The lights came on, revealing Mia holding a taser.
'YOU BITCH. YOU DID THIS TO ME.'
Sam looked up in confusion.
Mia was a elegant blonde only a few years out of college. Long long legs, trim waist, white blonde hair, and natural D cup tits; she had the body of a Scandinavian model. She also had the expensive tastes to go with it, which had lead her to CDC Response and it's hazard pay.
Mia's normally perfect platinum bob cut was wild, longer and spilling around her neck and shoulders... like the beginning of a mane. A glance downward found a distinct bulge to confirm it. Somehow, without Sam doing anything, Mia had contracted Gay Pride.
'Your turn bitch. I'm on a hair trigger and about to blow my infectious load, and it's going right to you. You did this to me, so I'm giving it right back!'
'Mia... I didn't do anything.'
'Liar! Nurse Martin warned me. He saw you get a vial of the virus. I pulled the hall cam recording and I saw you stuff it in your purse.'
Sam laughed. 'I did. I got two of them from Nurse Martin, who started this whole thing.'
She dug into her bag. 'Two vials, still full. I filed a report against him last night.' She held the tubes up for Mia to see.
Mia seemed to hesitate. 'Then why the fuck am I turning into one of them?!'
Sam stood up and took off her glasses. 'Look at my eyes, I've got it too.'
Mia dropped the taser, and slumped against the wall.
'Martin must have gotten both of us somehow when we were in his office.' Sam lied. 'He's the one who started this whole thing. I found message board posts from before the first infection.' The best lies contain some truth.
Mia's eyes were shut, tears rolling down her cheeks.
'I'm going to lose everything. I'm turning into a big gay furball nudist, which means I can't do my job, which I'd probably lose anyway because I just assaulted my coworker and threatened to rape her, who not only didn't infect me but probably will get a medal for catching the guy who did... FUCK.'
'Mia, I'm not going to report this. But you will owe me big time.'
Mia looked up in confusion. 'Why? You hate me. I know you blame me for James.'
'I do hate you. I am sickened by your cowardice. I am annoyed by your obsession with designer everything and having the trendiest bullshit. I even think your environmental activism is just a form of attention seeking; you can't even be bothered to recycle your plastic bottle from lunch.'
'First favor I'm calling in for keeping quiet about this. Let Mia go. She's a nasty bitch and no one likes her. Find a new you, be a guy.'