Standing before the lake, she looked uncertainly at the surface. It was opaque, quite innocent, even, but her new sense of smell told differently.
Whereas before she might've smelled a bit of ozone and swamp air, now, she felt her abdomen gurgle and gnash uncertainly, as she could make out dozens of fragmented biological components in the water.
She could smell the virus, now, not much more than a DNA re-sequencer, to enable her to splice her genome. She knew could only work when ingested into the body, it wasn't airborne, it required fluids.
She wasn't after the virus, she already had that, she was after the biological mess that was present in the water.
Michelle stepped into the lake, and lowered her naked crotch into the water. She shuddered as her new tongue picked up dozens more tastes she missed smelling, dozens more biological fragments.
Like a pump, she "drank" more and more water from the lake, dumping it inside of her abdomen, which gurgled more and more uncertainly, more vividly. She saw and felt the inside of her pussy close off, together with a dull churning pain in her abdomen.
Michelle stumbled out of the water, holding her abdomen in pain. She then leaned against a tree, while her abdomen churned and creaked. Michelle groaned more and more in pain, as her abdomen tried to process the water.
Michelle felt a familiar tiredness wash over her, as the rate of churning increased, and with the last thought before she passed out, she could only hope she'd recognise herself in the morning.