You try to get up and try to tell Sarah— Sandy, not to do anything hasty but it's too late: Sandy has already opened the door and pulled in her first victim into the room before he could say another sentence; he bumps the trolley that had your dinner with him into the room. He appeared to be young, maybe in his early twenties, with features that showed that he clearly could be capable of a thing or two but only when he needed to. He ogles your new wife.
"Did I interrupt something? I could come back later." He doesn't break eye contact with the woman before him who continues eyeing something else on him. You approach to try to break it up before anything else happens; it was suffice to say, when you had sex with her, you only drained your energy. You are ready to disengage whatever she might do.
"No, I want my dinner." 'Sandy' protests as she pins the boy and unbuckles his pants. The boy resists and spits many questions that you don't want to answer just yet.
"It's over there, sweetheart," You point towards the trolley that had two concealed plates that created an aroma that reminded you of the reason why you called room service: you were hungry.
"Silly, I'm Sandy. And I know exactly what I want for dinner," Sandy pulls down his pants and kisses his cock. The boy forces her face away from his raging boner. Without looking away from Sandy, he says,
"I am so confused. Did you drug a prostitute or something? "
"Something," was the best you can manage as you try to get a hold of Sandy and to help the boy keep her lips away from him. "'Sandy', calm down."
"You got me cock, I want dinner," she whines.
"Look, if it fixes this weird mess," the boy pulled Sandy's towards his dick, "there— ah my goodness." Before you could say anything, you watch as the boy face twists with pleasure as Sandy works her magic — and you watch the virus do its magic trick. You wrestle with Sandy but you can see that the boy was beyond saving: his features had already become round and soft as two bugles appear on his chest. You pull at Sandy but the boy keeps his grip on her head and continues to face-fuck her and you can see his eyes are blinded by the bliss. You can hear Sandy fingering her greedy pussy as she moans as a result of her pleasure and it makes him completely lose it.
"What were you thinking? There's a virus going around and she's infected!" You half yell.
"I thought that I needed to settle what was happening," You see his new boobs swell a size larger and his hair lengthens — it compliments his changing facial features. Finally, you lift Sandy off of her feet and you hear a pop as her lips leave the twitching and shrunken dick. Sandy whines, of course, then she quietens, as if thinking; the boy's disappointment shows as his hands reach her Sandy but lets her go with a cloud of confusion on his feminine face. Sandy's face brightens as you pin her arms to the bed and you don't like the idea.
"If you wanted some, you could, like, ask — politely?" Sandy smiles.
"Okay, that happened, but what's happening to me?" You turn to see the boy halfway between becoming a girl: his nipples have perked through his uniform as his new breasts form form bugles in them. His figure has become visibly softer than his previously rugged appearance and his hairs are slowly fading. Mass is beginning to add to his butt and his limbs are becoming more dainty. His face continues to become more and more feminine as his face becomes more heart-shaped, his jaw line becomes softer, the shape of his eyes and eyelashes become fuller and his hair — with a different tint of colour — reaches the length of his upper back. The worst of it is his dick: it has shrunk to half its original size — though it is still twitching from the experience before — with his testicles replaced by two bumps of flesh that resemble pussy lips; you see a gleam indicating wetness on them.
"You're becoming prettier and really hot." Sandy's transformation almost looks complete. Males transformed within minutes females would last at least half an hour to a couple of days; it seems like Sarah was nearly completely gone and the boy just may as well have a few moments left.
"The news said that there is a virus that turns you into a bimbo, I don't have time for specifics," you avoid Sandy's attempts to plant a kiss on you as you keep her pinned to the bed, "there is someone else on the loose and soon enough I'll have to deal with two." The boy looks down in confusion at his body and inspects his shrinking cock. "It affects boys too." He is no less confused.
"Wasn't I always a girl?" he contemplates with a voice uncomfortably high for a man; his Adam's apple has already folded into itself.
"Aw, my dinner...." Sandy whines, "I guess we have to settle with your's, Brad." You blink in surprise: you are the next victim and she just said your name. She still remembers? Before you can process either of these, you hear a pop and a button hits you square on your temple. You see that the room service 'man' has a button missing and his new bosom is showing. It swells again and another button hits you. You rub your assaulted head with your fingers to ease the pain.
"Ow." Sandy giggles: you have just let one hand free from her. You've just made one mistake and if you make the wrong move, you might just make your last regret — before you forget it, of course.