Michelle had felt so tired, even before the drink. The water quenched her thirst, yet left her tired and aching. Camp was set with great effort, and she settled in for a night of restless sleep.
Her dreams were curious anomalies, much more…erotic…than she had ever felt. It was so unlike her, and yet they seemed too pleasant to deny. She awoke wet and gasping for breath.
The next day found Michelle uninterested in the little food she had left. Her mind wandered, trying in vain to find what she wanted. She stroked her short head of blond hair, matted with sweat.
She found it curious that she lacked hunger, and felt no thirst. Yet, her body ached, longing for something. As the hours whittled by, she began to wonder what she longed for.
The sun became gradually hotter, as though it bore down only on her body. She removed her boots and socks, then her sweat-soaked T-shirt, to no relief. She decided to abandon modesty, more readily than she normally would, and removed her jeans as well.
Standing in the middle of the woods in her underwear did not strike her as inappropriate. She felt at home this way, and wondered if she should strip more. A strange urge to masturbate welled up within her, and Michelle’s hands wandered slowly to her breasts.
Her internal heat did not subside; it flared to combustion. Eagerly, she yanked at the blue sports bra and panties, pulling them away as quickly as possible. She moaned in pleasure from the barest touch of her skin, heavy petting finally giving way to uncontrolled fingering. She knelt down on the ground, fingering and fondling herself into surrealistic ecstasy as the last rays of sunlight faded below the horizon.
With the release of chemicals from her self-exploration, the virus finished its infiltration of her system. She began to change…