They drove in silence to the lab, worried about what they might find.
The CDC research facility was a nondescript four story office building, notable only for its remote location and double ring of barbed wire security fencing.
As they approached, Mia's heart sank. While the gate was shut, there was a large gap in the fencing where an SUV had been mostly successful in ramming their way out. The vehicle was just past the wire, with chain link trailing from under it - likely wrapped around the driveshaft.
They stopped and exited. Mia and Eliza had donned their hazmat suits, and Angela had brought the third one from the apartment. Al agreed to guard their ride, and climbed into the roof with the shotgun. That left Marcus, his newfound feline bulk too large for any safety equipment, even if he could stand to wear it.
A quick look found the guard shack to be empty. Easily a gallon of cum had splattered all over the windows and floor. Looking carefully at the pavement, large paw prints tracked a short trail of semen away from the shack.
Marcus held up his massive footpaw for comparison. It was larger than the tracks and shaped slightly differently. Eliza nodded. 'Not the Pride, but not our Herm-F futas either.'
A quick check of the tangled SUV gave no new information, just another bucket worth of jizz soaking into the upholstery.
They advanced towards the building. As they crossed the parking lot, they found a set of men's clothing in a large white puddle.
The lobby was silent and dark, lit only by emergency lighting. More soggy torn clothing was scattered about. Marcus seemed particularly uncomfortable.
Mia could guess what was going through his head. By now the mental changes of Gay Pride would have thoroughly settled in, and he was warming to the idea of spending the rest of his life as 600 pounds of gay feline masculinity.
'Relax, there are only a handful of strains that can infect you now. The only one that could make a mess like this is chrysalis, and I don't see any shed skin.'
As they walked further, Mia found herself admiring the way Marcus's muscles rippled under his glossy pelt. Why had she rejected that identity? It seemed hard to understand. She forced herself to focus as other things were getting hard as well. Thankfully the suit kept out his powerful sexual scent.
'Stay close, we need to get to the labs up on the third floor. Any survivors will probably be there, plus we can try to find anything on Chrysalis to see if we can stop the futas.'
The walk through the building felt like a scene from a horror movie. Overturned office furniture and hasty improvised barricades. Torn and discarded clothing, with no signs of their former owners. And Cum. Cum everywhere; covering the floors, splattered down the walls, dripping from the ceiling.
The explorers were tensing up, preparing of whatever room had befallen the staff to emerge and attack.
This tension came to an anticlimactic end as a voluptuous brown furred anthro rabbit strolled out of the lunch room, diet coke in one paw, a candy bar in the other.
Everyone froze in surprise. This gave a chance to fully see the rabbit.
Covered in brown fur, slightly lighter on her chest and stomach, the two best words to describe her were plump and well endowed. Her chest supported four huge tits, probably half way through the alphabet in cup size. They took up all the space from collarbone to just above her navel, bulging out slightly wider than her ribcage.
She had bit of a belly, but this extra fat didn't keep her from having an hourglass figure thanks to the masses of titflesh above and huge thighs below. Between those thick thighs was a massive horsecock and a set of grapefruit sized balls. The absurd amounts of cum everywhere made much more sense.
The laquine girl lit up, the smile on her blunt rabbit muzzle revealing her prominent buck teeth.
'OhMyGosh! Mia! You made it!'
The bunny began charging towards them, arms spread wide. Her digitigrade legs had some serious strength under the soft fat, and she moved far quicker than her pump appearance would suggest. Her massive tits bounced everywhere, even rebounding up to smack the underside of her jaw. Her long lop ears bounced against her back as she went.
She slammed into Marcus with enough force to knock him off his paws. She landed on top of him, his face and mane buried in her ample chest. He groaned and shoved her off. The rabbit hadn't stopped her bubbly welcome. 'OMG, so sorry Mia, I know you are so not into girls, but I've got a big dick now so maybe it's ok, how are you???'
Marcus was speechless. Mia spoke up. 'Uh, I'm Mia. That's actually Marcus. Who are you?'
The bunny looked over. 'OMG! It's old Mia! Well I don't mean old as in old, because you sure don't look old. If anything you look younger.' She looked over at Eliza. 'More Mias! Wowsers. Who am I? Duh, you know me, I'm Casey. Oh wait, you don't know booby bunny me... Oh dumb bunny.'
Eliza focused, Casey had been one of the virologists, a stern no nonsense woman whose life goal was a Nobel prize. This overendowed ditz was about as far away from the Casey she knew as you could get.
'Casey, what happened, where is everyone?' Eliza asked.
Casey laughed. 'Oh, everyone's still down in the den with the orgy. I got knocked up early, so I'm not in heat anymore. I've just been wandering around looking for snacks.' She seemed to remember the candy bar and started eating it.
'Yes, but what happened?' Eliza pressed.
'I dunno, I was in my office. I started feeling really relaxed. Something smelled really good. Devon wandered past my door and we started talking. He didn't have any pants on and we ended up on the floor. We fucked for a while, but he got too big for me to take, and we like snuck down to that asshole Aglethorp's office and stole the vodka out of his desk. Sasha came in, and she was mostly bunnified by that point, and I let her tittyfuck me since my tits had grown in. Oh, I almost forgot, she let me fuck her ass before that. That's important.'
Mia glanced back to Marcus. He was leaning back against the wall, eyes half closed and a lazy grin on his face. One hand was slowly stroking his erect cock, the other was slowly running through his mane. His gaze was locked on the huge package between the bunny herm's legs.
Eliza hurried over and pulled at his arm. 'Sorry, time to go!'
Mia saw what was happening and helped coax the big lion to his feet. They each pulled him by an arm and down the hall. Angela pulled a door open and they hurried into the stairwell.
My the time they made it to the third floor, Marcus was snapping out of it.
'Good thing for these suits, otherwise we'd all just sit around stoned off her scent until they fucked us lop eared and horsecocked.'
Mia's keycard gave them access to the secure wing. Another swipe had them safely in the office suite her team had been assigned. The rooms were thankfully unoccupied.