This story depicts graphic sex. Any who are prohibited by law or morality to read it should not.  Posting is allowed on free sites. Posting is prohibited on pay sites.  No editing is allowed.

Any resemblance to people living or dead is strictly coincidental. I've picked the setting of Danville and its High School merely for reasons of realism, and have no association with either the area, the Intel corporation, or any hospitals in San Francisco. Again, they are conveniances.

This story is set in Joker's Virus Universe. After some years in the dark, it is receiving new treatment at the hands of some excellent authors. I've tried to keep this story canon to the greatest extent possible. It follows the storyline established in the original "The Virus" and continued in the also excellent "Madmen and the Guinea Pigs."  Please send comments to anon2987@yahoo.com.

Thanks as always to the TSA, Matthias, Bob, Downing Street, JR Parz, Joker, and Boris Ludemkov. You are all inspirations.

The scientist who released the Virus that would change the world had only the vaguest conceptions of how much his disease would shape society. Far from a social scientist and partially insane anyway, his main concern was a megamanical hatred of young, nubile women who had taunted him for years on end. In order to enact his revenge on those who had shunned him for countless years, he released a Virus that would tranform all women into brainless sex toys.

The scientist was absolutely successful. In a sweep of days, the world became a radically different place. Women's libidos changed, then their bodies, then their minds. The world rocked upon its foundations, and several nations collapsed as irreplaceable women doctors, scientists, and business leaders lost their minds to a raging sex drive. Some would say that the world became a brighter place, with men truly happy and women too brainless to care either way.  Some say that the loss of the status of women is a net minus on the world. (Not many.)

The effects on single women and others far from family and friends has already been chronicled, but for many reasons the effects on the suburbs have never been studied. The stigmatization of incest that was still prevalent at the time, the fact that the whole period was so chaotic that it seemed like a dream to many, and finally the undeniable truth that for a long time no one really cared. The folk at Time Magazine and such were too preoccupied with fucking their coworkers to pay any mind to anything besides the pressing national news.

For the first time, some eight years after the original sweep of the Virus, a chronicle of these three days in a typical suburb has emerged. For this, the Historians are indebted to Scott Northrup, a young man who personally observed the time and recorded his observations soon after. This account is offered in narrative form, as only through it does this Historian feel that a true feel for the events involved can be discerned. We now turn the reader over to Four Days in Danville.

Day 0 - 6:30 AM

Many Theological debates rage about the nature of time in Hell. Some argue that there is no time in hell- that all time is motionless. Some argue that Hell follows the path of the celestial bodies just like any other place. It is to the detriment of both that they didn't ask the opinion of Scott Northrup. He would've argued- and proved- that Hell stands at a fixed point in time, the time when all is darkest and malevolent in the world. This time is 6:30 AM, when Scott's alarm clock went off in the morning. Scott may have taken this theory furthur to claim that his own personal Hell would be the eternal ring to signal a day when he had 5 tests to take.

That day- November 11th, 1998, would be the last day Scott had to take any tests for a long, long time.

Scott managed to catch 10 more minutes of drowsiness before he roused himself from bed and padded downstairs to the cold, cold world that was the kitchen. His sister Kelly, a 14 year old bookworm like her brother, was already chomping on Crispix and reading the paper. Cursing his lack of speed, Scott had to content himself with the local news section. The lead story, about a minor flu epidemic among San Francisco airport employees, wasn't terribly interesting, and Scott flipped back to the editorials while the morning whiled away.

Scott's family had a very carefully established regimen in the morning. Carefully calibrated so that the fewest members of the family had to see each other at any given time, rare was the day when Scott saw his Dad or Mom. Today, however, she chose to make an appearance in a disheveled nightgown and with frowsy hair. Scott's Mom looked much like his sister- preoccupied with books, average looking, and perpetually unconcerned with her appearance. Scott being much the same way, this didn't much concern the boy. Both were about 5'6", short black hair, chests flatter than Kansas. This didn't concern Scott either. He
certainly wasn't much of a beauty. Nearsighted like his entire family, Scott's only saving grace was his height and build- both substantial.

In school, these were offset by his general unease around the fairer sex. Concerned more with grades than girls, Scott nevertheless watched those around him- and wished.

Going through the morning routine, quickly dressing and putting his books together, Scott came upon the one time of the day that the whole family dreaded-leaving. Through a trick of scheduling, everyone in Scott's family left for wherever they had to go that day at the same time. Scott's Dad to his office in San Jose. Scott's Mom to San Francisco to work at her nursing job, and Scott and his sister drove to the local High School. The time was filled with awkward kisses between the parents, smiles between parent and child, and general unease. Everyone made for the door, and the moment passed.

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Day 0- 7:30 AM

Janet, Scott's Mom, was first out of the door and in the clear. Leaving for work always hit her the hardest. Janet was hit by the double whammy of feeling that she should be at home on one hand, a deep-seated pyschological urge brought on by a conformist childhood, and guilt on how eager she was to get to work on the other. 'I just want to provide for my family!' she'd rationalize, knowing that that was far from the truth.

All this guilt was quickly forgotten as she hopped on 680 on her way to work. Commute was a bitch for Janet. The road to the City was always jammed, and the commute would usually take at least an hour before she got to the hospital she worked at. Flipping on the radio, Janet irritatedly switched the station from the news broadcasts her husband must've left it on to some soothing classical. The calming tunes of Mozart relaxed her.

The commute took the typical hour and a half. Cars backed up solid onto the Bay Bridge, Caltrans clearing away the wreckage from whatever idiot had managed to kill someone this time. 'Odds are I'll find out today,' Janet thought. She worked the emergency room. It was a nerve wracking job, but Janet prided herself on her iron will. She'd been a giggly teenager before tragedy took her parents, and her reaction to that was to steel herself for whatever tragedy life could find. Holding a child while
blood squirted in her face, taking care of the crack babies, holding a man's arm while a surgeon worked frantically to cauterize the stump.

The auto incident was indeed at the hospital, but Janet didn't get to see it. She got stuck with bedpan duty, as the emergency room was unusually quiet today outside of that incident. She took to it with her usual fortitude and took care of her duties with professional resolve. In a certain way she delighted in how only she, Janet, was strong enough to do a duty called filthy and unclean by most of humanity. A bit of pity touched her heart, as was only human. 'Poor guys,' she thought, observing a dying man named Carl, who had a bad heart. 'Never a chance, and to such a nice looking guy.'  Carl had it rough.  Around 65, never smoked,  drank only infrequently, nature still saw fit to load him off with a defective ticker.

A doctor she knew asked her to look in on an apparently disturbed patient, a young woman by the name of Clara. Janet raised an eyebrow when she saw the problem listed as "Excessive horniess," but wasn't unduly concerned. Most likely some prank by some college kids, playing mess-with-the-nurse's mind. Clara was sitting in a private room, dressed in a hospital gown and fidgeting nervously on the bed. Janet came in and gave her a warm smile.

'How are you, Clara? I'm Janet. What seems to be the problem?' Clara blushed scarlet. It wasn't that hard, Janet noted. She was already flushed.

'I don't know what's wrong with me, Doctor. I don't have a fever, I haven't been sick and I have no allergies. I would feel fine except... I'm just so horny all of a sudden.'

'When did this occur?'

'I flew into SFO yesterday on business, but when I woke up this morning, all I could concentrate on was... you know..'

'Is this normal for you?'

'No! Some people even call me frigid. I rarely have sexual intercourse, and when I do I almost never orgasm. All of a sudden... wow. It's all I can do to just sit here. '

Janet listened to this with half an ear. Her mind had already determined 'College prank' and she wasn't truly concentrating. However, she couldn't help but notice the physical signs that pointed out that if Clara was lying about this being unusual, she was still terribly aroused. The scent filled the room, and Janet even found herself becoming warmer under the suffocating smell of female horniness. Clara's nipples, already substantial, were rock hard, and as Janet unobtrusively slipped her eyes to Clara's junction, the spots of moisture were painfully obvious.

'Either this is a nymphomaniac playing a joke, or her hormone centers just went all out of whack,' Janet thought. After taking bloodwork, she shrugged it off and passed the bloodwork to the lab before continuing with her day. Clara was put in a room for observation overnight. A private room, as men found it hard to concentrate when around her. At 6:00, when her shift ended, Janet left for home.

The labwork would've gone unnoticed for some days, if some observant worker who had been watching the news that day hadn't happened to see the notation that went with the blood sample. After some preliminary work that confirmed his wildest dreams, he went up to Clara's room and fucked her for the entire night. She was only too pleased to comply.

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Day 0- 7:30 AM

The two children, Scott and Kelly, had to wait a bit while their neighbor took her sweet time getting to the car. Scott ran a carpool, but the idea was hardly his. His neighbor's Mother arranged for her daughter to catch a ride with Scott every day. She was old enough to drive, but she always claimed her daughter just 'wasn't ready for it.' Unspoken in that statement was the tacit acknowledgement that if Julie, the girl in question, had a car, school would not be the place she would be going. Her Dad, divorced and living in New York, had plans to give her a brand new car as a reward for being his daughter, but the hardworking Mother had so far stopped him from presenting it.

It all sounded like a soap opera to Scott, but comments overheard in conversations between his Mother and Julie's confirmed the suspicions he already had had. Julie was a breathtaking sight, and totally aware of it. Coldly calculating, concerned with nothing more than finding a rich husband and a good lay, the world had coined a word for Julie- jailbait. Julie hated Kelly and had a general disdain for the scholarly Scott, but she paid her way into the car and Scott felt sorry for her mother.

It was cold outside, but her attire hardly showed it. Tight jeans emphasizing Julie's pride and joy- her teardrop ass. Her midriff was casually exposed, and Julie walked to the car in the bouncy feminine gait that infuriated both Scott's conscience and cock. She smiled at him in a way that, in her eyes, made the fact that she was 5 minutes late okay. Treating a loser like Scott to a smile was payment for 10 minutes, in her eyes.

'Aren't you a little cold?' Kelly asked sarcastically.

'Why would I be cold?' She answered innocently.

'In fact, Kelly, aren't you a little hot? I mean, what are you trying to hide?'

Scott knew the sounds of artillery being locked and loaded and tuned it out to the best of his ability. His sister and Julie always spent the trip to school sniping at each other, and it hardly made any difference anymore. Scott turned the radio up in the front and concentrated on the winding road that led up to school.

School started at 8, and it was only 7:45, but the parking lot was already packed, as was the surrounding roads. Fortunately for Scott's attendance record, he knew a friend that lived right next to the school and who let him park on their driveway. Kelly pointedly pretended to tie her shoelaces in order to walk to school comfortably away from Julie. Scott locked the car up and waited for the friend whose driveway it was, a fellow nerd named Brady Asherton, to come outside. In short time Brady came out, and the two began their casual walk to school. Brady was unusually silent.

'What's going on?' Scott queried. 'Your parents catch you doing something you shouldn't of?'

Brady shook his head no.

'It's that bitch I liked, the one with the black hair. I finally get the balls up to ask her to the dance, and she laughs at me and says she got asked three weeks ago. Now I have to struggle through French class with her two desks from me. '

Scott nodded. The bitch with the black hair was all Brady had talked about for the past three weeks, and this conclusion wasn't very satisfactory.

'Gotta keep trying,' he said cheerfully. 'Remember our bet- first one to get laid is referred to as King and Master of the World for a month by all of us.'

'Us' was Scott's group. Uncomfortable around women he may have been, but Scott was also a born politician and opportunist. Knowing that anybody who wishes to succeed needs backup, he had gathered around his charismatic self nerds and outcasts. Secretly styling himself the 'King of Nerds,' Scott already ran several clubs and was a forceful figure in High School politics. He was considering a run for Student Body President, but knew that someone who had gone to a total of one dance would never get elected.

'How's business?' Scott asked casually.

'Solid,' Brady responded absentmindedly. 'We're doing about $300 worth of business a week. Andy will be coming through with a fresh shipment of anime, so we'll have stock for the holiday season.'

The opportunist side of Scott was a series of underground enterprises. Brady ran the pornography business.

First through third period were Scott's Math and Science periods. Solid equations and deductions that did little to wake him up. For that he relied on his morning cappucino and the sight of several of the finer girls in the classes. English was Scott's forte, and that didn't come up until fourth period, right before lunch. It finally did, albeit with agonizing slowness. English was the delight of Scott's day. Half the class were his personal friends and business contacts. The other half were idiots, but half of those were some of the cutest girls in the school. Not only that, but today there was a football game. That meant cheerleading uniforms, outfits that seemed to hotwire Scott's brain and explode his libido.

Some of the more sluttish cheerleaders were considering doing a modeling gig for his cameras, sans culottes. For now, Scott dreamed, but soon...

The teacher was easy on the eyes too. Ms. Brombeck was aging, and had a tendency to be a complete and utter hardass, but she was far from ugly. It was school knowledge that she could be seen barhopping for guys late at nights, occasionally running into students. It was whispered that whenever Ms. Brombeck came to school in a good mood, she had gotten lucky the night before.

Apparently, yesterday she hadn't gotten lucky.

'Sit down and take out your notebooks!' Ms. Brombeck ordered, and proceded to belt out a lecture on why Thoreau was a complete genius and how no one could possibly surpass him. Scott amused himself by doodling and ogling, responding to
questions in a seemingly respectful, partly sarcastic manner. The period appeared to be a total loss, when Scott's sensitive nose caught an odd and original scent. He knew it from somewhere, but couldn't place it until a friend of his, named Don, leaned over and whispered 'Someone's pretty damn horny!' into his ear. Scott knew instantly the smell then- acute arousal.

Those more experienced in life looked around with wondering glances, wondering who was so desperate as to be getting off in English class. Scott crossed his legs and untucked his shirt, as did many of the boys who had similar reactions. Some of the girls had their legs crossed and were moving them in a circular motion, eyes slightly glazed. The attention of the class was recaught by Ms. Brombeck as they noticed her lecture becoming fainter and fainter, her pauses longer and longer. Finally, she ended, 'get into discussion groups and discuss this.' A little bit after that, she walked out of the classroom.

The conclusion drawn by the class was obvious. The discussion groups began talking not about the apparent greatness of Thoreau, but about the apparent horniness of Ms. Brombeck. No one had any idea what caused it, and few really cared much to speculate, besides some of the usual 'It was me' boasts that teenagers love to indulge in. Scott kept his ears open and mouth shut, wondering if this was something more serious than his classmates made it out to be. Arousal on that scale, in front of a bunch of pimply Juniors, deserved thought.

*       *       *

Day 0- 12:06 PM

Ms. Brombeck sat in the faculty bathroom, masturbating furiously to relieve the ache in her g-spot that didn't want to go away.
'What did I catch from that guy?' She thought feverishly. Ms. Brombeck had gotten lucky last night, with some British businessman who had flown in for a meeting. It was a one-night stand and Brombeck didn't even remember his name, but she was careful with her protection. Besides, no STD caused a reaction this severe.

The door swung open, and a member of the janitorial staff entered the bathroom. 'Anyone in here?' He asked cautiously, then began doing a quick mop of the floor.

Brombeck sat quietly on the Throne, the burning sensation beginning to infuse her entire body. The janitor was around her age, and her wandering eyes caught the package in his jeans as well as the lack of rings on his fingers. The man was well-built and handsome enough, although Brombeck felt like she would hump Richard Simmons at this point. Coming to an unconcious decision, she got up and opened the door.

'Oh!' The janitor said in surprise. 'Sorry, Ma'am. Didn't know anyone was in here.'  His shocked gaze then took into account other factors of Ms. Brombecks' appearance. The fact that her panties were around her ankles, come was streaming down her thighs, and she was looking at him in an certain way.

Not many floors got washed that day.

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Day 0- 12:14 PM

Lunchtime was the occasion for a meeting of Scott's executive staff. They all ran the various divisions of his enterprises, and were all loyal lieutenants of his. For secrecy's sake the meeting was held in a back room of the library. Seeing how few people came in the library anyway, this was a secure meeting place. Scott got there first, as was only safe. He turned on his tape recorder and taped it under the table quickly. (After one abortive betrayal, Scott didn't take any chances.)

People tended to underestimate the shy, bespectacled boy of 17. He was shy around girls, generally a nice guy, and worked hard on his homework. All this would tend to typify him as 'nerd,' and it's true Scott was this way when he entered High School as a Freshman. He had studied Economics and read Machiavelli, but he still got dumped in trash cans by smirking Seniors. Scott's mind was awoken to one of several facts after several of these dunkings.

The first was the fact that he was smarter than 95% of the school. The other 5% were too busy with homework to matter. The second was that all nerds had a lot in common- they hated those that marginalized them and they tended to enjoy power. The final thing that Scott realized was that an enterprising young leader could lead the nerds if he put his mind to it. It took his Freshman year and a good deal of the Sophomore one, but he had established himself as King Nerd. Most of the time Scott was the shy persona that made him a nerd, but underneath this lied the businesslike mien that made him King.

Some wearing earrings, others wearing glasses, his top people started to file in. Brady was there, abuzz with satisfaction at his latest shipment arriving in. Danny and Kyle, his two homework and term paper men, came in with worries of a bust in a client's language class. To deal with that Scott brought in his information czar, Lisa. Boyish in figure and demeanor, Lisa somehow had created a network of informers that kept Scott on top of all and any going on's in the school. Some discussion revealed a scheme to threaten the French teacher with hints of her sexual past with several students, but Scott killed the idea on moral grounds. Some information he refused to use, and this was part of it. John, Scott's hacker, agreed to work on the problem, and everyone moved on.

Lunch soon ended, and Scott's staff left for class, thoughts of business driven away for the time being. In Physics, Scott's next class, Scott was usually complacent and happy. With business going so well, life OK, and his power base intact, some would say Scott had it all. None of this, however, fulfilled Scott's true desire. His power was unmatched, but his libido still remained
untouched. The Napoleon of his class was without a Josephine.  In front of Scott sat Michelle Deckir. Beautiful, still a virgin, intelligent to a T, Scott watched and sighed from his customary distance. For whatever reason, Scott could not approach a girl romantically. In Business and with friends, he was a Hercules. Near a girl he liked, Scott might as well have been a eunuch.

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Day 0- 1:00 PM

Another member of Scott's staff, Kevin Meyers, was suffering similar pangs of unrequited desire. A freshman and typically confused, he had brought with him to High School a network of close friends that integrated nicely into Lisa's network of informers. He had constructed it almost accidentally, becoming one of the most popular nerds in middle school. When he heard of Scott's network, he wasted no time in joining up. To his disappointment, he wasn't granted the seperate department he had wanted. Lisa complained about, and Scott agreed with, his total lack of girls among his informers. He was placed under Lisa and chafed somewhat with the appointment.

Scott was secretly pleased with the precocious freshman. A group already assembled as a freshman was quite an accomplishment, and he sympathized with Kevin's troubles communicating with the opposite sex. This didn't stop Kevin
from chafing under his superior. Lisa was all happiness and wonderfulness around Scott, who she secretly admired. Around everyone else, she could be a bitch queen. Her success as a queen of gossip was founded on her unmatched abilities at backstabbing and disseminating.

An additional factor kept Kevin awake nights. Scott's sister, Kelly, was in his geometry class. The raven-haired beauty, who probably didn't even know his name, sat in the center of an impenetratable circle of girls. All Kevin could do was sit there, sigh, and masturbate himself to sleep every night. Even if he could get the nerve to approach her, how would Scott take it?

*       *       *

Day 0- 1:01 PM

'He's looking at you again,' Kelly's friend Jessica whispered.

Kelly blushed and looked at her math paper. 'Why doesn't he ask me out!' she wondered silently.

*       *       *

Day 0- 7:30 AM

David was second out of the door that morning, and he went with considerably less regret. A workaholic, David delighted in the subtle interplay of office politics and intercompany warfare that dominated Silicon Valley. He worked for the sales division of Intel, more of a paper pusher than an actual salesman.  Most of his time was spent either working on tearing down companies or tearing down coworkers. To be fair, David had a strong dedication to the company and a strong sense of fairness. Only too happy to take out competitors for good jobs or possible promotions, he would only attack those disliked for snotty attitudes or nasty attitudes. The method worked. Not only was he seen as a ruthless guy, David was also thought of as a nice guy.

This was partly true. David was a nice guy, but only in the sense that he was a chess player who looked out for his pawns. David didn't form emotional attachments. His marriage to Janet was based first on lust, then on mutual conveniance on having someone to rely on. On the surface David thought that he loved his wife, but deep down he would've privately admitted that she was just
another piece, if Janet was a queen.

His children were different. David was a doting father, perhaps his only emotional tie was to his kids. Sometimes his attachment frightened him, and David tried to back away a bit. He ended up overreacting, appearing distant to his children, but he was always there for them whether they appreciated it or not.

The commute to San Jose was somewhat easier than going to San Francisco, if only by some pathetically small margin. A stall had caught traffic up around Sunol this morning, so David tuned out the honks of the ranks of BMW's around him and instead concentrated on the news this morning. The news was largely repetitive, just more of an account into that odd flu virus and wars in some foreign place somewhere.

David pulled into the company parking lot around 9:00. The lot was already full; most employees arrived around 7:00 and worked hard so they could get off work early and go party. David worked 10 hour days just like them, but he felt no particular urge to get up early in the morning. Getting home late was usually more of a blessing than a burden, and David had the weekends for golfing with Scott or going to Kelly's soccer games. Going home early would just mean talking to his wife.

The bright blue Intel buildings hurt the eyes, and David quickly trotted inside. The bustling office took no notice of him, and David sat down in his office and got to work. His secretary, Kaitlin, didn't bother to say hello to him, something that bothered David occasionally. It was strictly business between the young, hardworking secretary and the middle-aged, hardworking boss, and David had never wanted anything more besides the occasional male fantasy.  'Still, it wouldn't kill her to say good morning,' thought David.  On cue, the intercom light brightened.

'Yes, Kaitlin?' David said pleasantly.

'Sir, Rhonda is here to see you,' Kaitlin returned, and David grimaced. Rhonda was his nemesis. Competitive, ruthless, driven, she was David in female form. Their hatred was purely professional, but it was also intense.

Rhonda entered the room after a perfunctory knock and smiled with her teeth.  'The only good thing about having Rhonda as an enemy is that she doesn't tiptoe around it,' David thought.

'How can I help you?' He said.

'Your department's productivity is down,' she said with a small smirk. 'Mine is up.'

'I'm still ahead, aren't I?'

'Nope. We're even. Even just about everywhere. Take a look for yourself if you want.' Rhonda plunked a thick report onto David's desk. He didn't bother to look at it.  'Sanders is retiring in two months,' Rhonda continued. 'Who do you think his
replacement will be? The dropping department, or the rising team?'

'How're the children?' David remarked with malicious casualness. Rhonda was childless and husbandless, due to her lack of physical charms and work drive. David only needled her about it during the darkest moments, but this seemed like a good occasion for some verbal play.

Rhonda refused to rise to the bait and instead settled for firing a smug smirk at David before making an abrupt departure. He muttered some obscenitites at her departing, boxy figure before settling back to double his workload.

After that unpleasant encounter time passed quickly, too quickly for David. He had to gather lost momentum, take back the march that Rhonda's team had stolen on him. Busy as he was, he barely noticed lunch and not at all dinner, awakening only when Kaitlin knocked on his door to announce her departure for the day. She must've worked hard all day, he thought. Kaitlin appeared a little flushed even in the cool corporate offices.

'Can you do something for me real quick before you leave?' David requested.

Kaitlin nodded slowly.

'Call a group meeting for the day after tommorrow, at 10:00 AM, would you?  Thanks, Kaitlin. I owe you.'

Kaitlin walked away slowly and, to David's alert eyes, somewhat nervously.  'She must have a date tonight,' he thought, 'she looks so eager to be out of here.'

The parking lot was nearly empty when David emerged. Rhonda's car was already gone, he noticed with satisfaction. His department would reign supreme, and he would be awarded for it when Sanders finally got out of the office. The announcement of who would fill his spot would come soon, David knew. He would be ready.

The trip home was quick, traffic moved along at a good clip. David turned on the news again and listened with half an ear. He was crossing the 580 interchange when the report came across the wire that would mark a new world order.

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Day 0- 230 AM  (Greenwich Time)

England's University of East Kent was quarantined, but a man with impressive bearing and a photo id can get many places. Bluffing his way past government officials, posing as a medical researcher to some, an official to others, the reporter made his way past layers of red tape to the scientific lab recently occupied by a certain Ezekiel Philips. The door was guarded by two armed guards, but after how far he had gotten they assumed that the reporter had the proper credentials and allowed him in.

Men in white coats and grave looking politicians lined a messy lab room.  Adorned with nothing more than a single cot and a lab desk, all of them were looking at a man typing at a computer screen. The reporter found a spot that allowed him a good look at the screen and stood quietly in the background. He took out a small notebook and started taking notes.

The man at the computer gave a couple more taps to the keyboard and turned to the assembled personages. He heaved a desperate sigh.  'It confirms everything,' he said. 'The virus is lightyears beyond our medical capabilities. Phelps has it distributed in a way that'll infect the entire world before very long. There's nothing we can do but let the virus run its course.'

'He also left a video. Would you like to see it?'

There was a rumble of assent. The man nodded and typed a command into the computer. The blotchy, bespectacled face of a man appeared on the screen. He grinned widely at those in front of him.

'Hello! He announced. Welcome to the New World Order! By now my little nanos have been traced, but I doubt that they've been caught in time. Everything should be proceeding according to plan. My nanos will take three days to run their course. The first day will accelerate hormone production and greatly increase libido activity in women, with a lesser effect in men. The second will
see a change in body shape to a more... ideal feminine figure. The final will reduce women to their proper role- servitude. Good luck, and welcome to the New World... I hope you enjoy it as much as I intend to.'

The screen went black, and the pale men and women in the room turned to a distinguished man in the center of the room. The reporter continued his frantic note-taking.

'Well' the man said, 'it seems we have no choice but to accept what is happening. This will be kept silent, and all of us will do our best to keep law and order in the chaos to follow. Our doctors will begin full-time work on a cure, and those of us in the government will do our damndest to keep Britain together. Those of us here who are women, I suggest they prepare for the worst.
Try to find a man and attach yourself to him.'

Several women broke down and cried upon hearing that, but several others, with pale faces but steady resolve, moved closer to certain men.

The reporter had heard enough. He moved to the edge of the crowd and walked quickly out of the room. Some noticed him, however, and realized immidiately who had walked in with them unnoticed.

'Stop him!' They cried, and the guards raised their guns.

'Let him gom'  Answered the leader with authority in his voice. 'It doesn't matter anymore. It's like that Madman said- Welcome to the New World Order.'

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Day 0- 7:30 PM

'Hold on, I've been just handed something,' the announcer read, puzzlement evident in his voice. David's senses perked up at the unusual sound of worry from an announcer who had calmly announced the Loma Prieta earthquake. His heart began to race as he heard the announcer speak again.

'People, I've been handed an unprecedented report, and I am sorry I have to read this. Apparently, somebody has manufactured a virus and has released it into the general populace. It is airborne and will infect the entire population in a matter of days. Doctors and investigators are still trying to figure out the nature of the virus, but there can be no doubt that it is manmade.'

'It isn't fatal, I repeat, it isn't fatal. It so far has only affected women.  Symptoms thus far are an onslaught of heavy and nearly unbearably arousal. Men have been infected with the virus, but show no symptoms. Doctors advise that the entire populace, especially women, wait at home while more details are gathered on this virus. Researchers are working around the clock to try and cure this disease.'

The Reuters report was released at 3:30 AM, English time. It sped across the world in seconds, but the virus moved even faster.

*       *       *

Day 0- 7:00 PM

Janet had had an uninterrupted hour of Mozart, and was therefore relaxed, unconcerned, and totally unaware about the nanovirus that was even now working its way into her bloodstream. Her kids had already gotten home, but both were upstairs doing homework and hardly bothered to do any more than call down cursory hellos. Expecting nothing more, Janet simply shrugged and tried to decide about whether she wanted to cook something for dinner, or if pizza would be the plate du jour.  She decided to cook something good for tonight, as recompense for an unbroken string of having her family fend for itself for the past three days. She didn't feel too guilty, this was the 90's, but Janet always felt a nagging urge like she should be at home, cooking like some Donna Reed.

She pulled some chicken out of the freezer and set decided on a stirfry. As this was one of the more tricky dishes, she decided to have the pleasant hum of the evening news in the background, but to her annoyance the cable was out.  Frowning but quickly forgetting the nusiance, Janet settled into the steady bustle of cooking.

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Day 0- 7:00 PM  -  TCI Cable HQ

'But...ah!...boss....ooh!...shouldn't we...fix the regulator cable?'

'Shut up and stuff that cock into me.'

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Day 0-7:45 PM

David was a little late getting home that evening. He had pulled off at the nearest exit he could find after hearing the horrifying news report. This was partly because huge backups had appeared, due to shocked men and women losing control as their minds tried to cope with the hideous fate the world seemed to be facing. The women pulled over along the side of the road weeping had put David in mind of his own wife, and he needed time to think things out. Some fresh air, a couple deep breaths, and throwing up had cleared his head, and David began thinking with a clear mind. Janet, he decided, would have to stay home tommorrow and cope with the changes. Hopefully they would run their course in a short amount of time. In the meantime, however, David was very aware that a terrorist virus would almost definitely not 'run its course.'

His thoughts turned to Kelly, and he faced her situation with resignation. He would have to confer with Scott before he made any decisions about her future. The realization that he would control their future, if they had one, hit him hard, but he forced past it and thought about work.

Here he found some pang of satisfaction. Intel wasn't a company that would be hurt by anything less than a full-scale meteor strike. A change in the face of society would merely mean a downturn. Most of David's team was men, while Rhonda was women, and in this David saw a quick advancement to the top. Dimly, the future of sexual morality became clear. David would remain faithful to his wife, for now, but he knew that the very definition of wife might become subjective in the future. Thus decided, David drove home with a clear mind.

Janet was cooking happily in the kitchen, and the TV was off, so David took it for granted that she didn't know about the Virus. He heaved a sigh of relief - she would take it a lot better when she was already desperate for a fucking. He stopped in on Kelly and Scott, and they seemed cheerfully oblivious as well.  Still, Scott had a computer, and his computer had a phone line, and it was only a matter of time before he checked his e-mail and read the Drudge Report.  Fortunately, Janet called for dinnertime, and the chance of discovery was rendered academic for another hour.

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Day 0- 8:30 PM  Northrup household

The period of prolonged discomfort known as family dinner time had ended, and Scott was only too glad to escape from the uncomfortable silence back upstairs. The silence, broken only by his Mom's desperate attempts at conversation, was made even more quiet by his Dad's unusual reticience about how work had gone. Kelly had dish duty, so Scott made his escape upstairs and to his computer. Dinnertime did serve one important purpose- it split the day after school into neat and conveniant 'school time' and 'work time.' School time was when he studied his Physics, Math, etc. work. Work time was when he conducted business.
Receiving and sending e-mail, chatting with business associates, etc. The phone line he had paid for was a blessing.

First, however, he usually read the news. Scott casually dialed online and pulled up his favorite news source. Instead of impeachment hearings, however, bold letters blasted 'VIRUS CHANGING FACE OF WORLD!' Feeling a sick pit form in
his stomach, Scott clicked on it and read unbelievingly.

The report was more detailed than the sketchy announcement his Dad had heard. This one included what physical changes women could expect, and that the virus had already caused a degredation in mental capabilities in women. Checking other
sources for verification, and ignoring the IMs from people who wanted his attention, Scott quickly signed off and walked outside, about to tell his Mom everything.

His Dad stopped Scott up short. Both instantly knew that the other was aware of what was going on. Without saying a word, both filed back into Scott's room. He sat in his computer chair, his Dad sat on his bed, and the two stared at each other without speaking for a few seconds, taking each other's measure. Finally, David spoke.  'I don't think we should tell your mother until the Virus has already affected her,' he said.

'Why not?'

'I don't see any good in it. When the Virus has already taken hold, her...symptoms will be such that I don't think she'll care.'

'Whatever you guys do, please don't tell me. I don't think I want to know. But what do we do about Kelly?'

'Damned if I know.. I don't want to deal with it. She's my daughter, and I don't want to think of her as... what the Virus will make her become, be as it may that everyone else will probably be the same way. You take care of it. '

'How about if I have a friend of mine take care of her.. if you know what I mean?'

'I. don't. want. to. deal. with. it. (Scott's Dad was emphatic.) I'll explain it to your mother. Ignore anything you hear from the bedroom. How soon can you get Kelly a boyfriend?'

'Don't know.. I'm not sure who likes her. I'll ask around.'

'OK, then. Be ready for a new world when you wake up. It could be very ugly out there.'

'Are you going to work?'

'Yeah... Anything short of death and you go to work in Silicon Valley. That bitch Rhonda will be squirming, I bet.'

'I think we understand each other, then.'

'Good night, son.'

'Good night, Dad.'

His Dad went downstairs, Scott raced back online and IM'd everyone on his list, which was a considerable one.

Plans had to be made, and quickly. Scott, horrified at what would happen to the world, had every intention of doing what he could to alleviate the crisis. First, however, his business had to be taken care of. If the supply of sex suddenly increased 10 fold, the demand for his own pornography business would die faster than an unfinanced online startup. Orders had to be canceled, plans
made, new business ventures embarked on. It occurred to Scott that a quick-thinking businessmen could make a bundle on this and help society all at the same time. E-mails went out to the members of his pornography business, with new plans. Marriage brokering was about to become a hot business, and Scott wanted to get on the ground first.

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5:30 AM  Northup Household

Scott went to bed exhausted at around midnight, the sick feeling in his stomach finally evaporating. Kelly went to bed at her usual time, 10:30. She felt a little feverish, and thus didn't read any before she went to sleep. When she woke up, she still felt feverish. This was coupled with a feeling she had only rarely felt, and that only when Kevin was looking at her or she was exploring her rapidly developing body. It was like a fever, but it was a fever that burned only in her pussy and her little breasts. Arousal. Her breath came in short little gasps as she laid in bed with glassy eyes, feeling odd sensations rage inside her head, punctuated by short zings in her lubricating pussy that made her gasp slightly.

Kelly quickly moved her hand down and slid her innocently white but but sopping wet panties down. Her pubic hair, sparse and downy, dripped with moisture, and her fingers slipped easily inside her. They began to jackhammer of their own accord, more fingers slipping in to try and ease the burning, instead only increasing her arousal. Her hips began to buck in time, and her other hand toyed with her erect nipples. A momentary ease in the pressure was followed by a wave of pleasure cascading over her innocent body. Eyes closed aganist the bliss, the 15 year old continued her assault, sighs of contentment and the occassional deep
moan escaping her lips.

Her mother, downstairs, didn't hear the noise upstairs. Besides, the virus had full hold on her, too. Scott woke up instantly, adrenaline already burning through him. All the taboos aganist incest, and all the taboos aganist anything, were gone on this morning. It was a new world, and morality was what he made of it. The morality he justified was that his sister was sick, and he had to do anything he could to make her better. Relieving the symptoms wouldn't hurt. Cock leading the way like a guiding arrow, Scott padded out of bed and into his sister's room. She laid in bed like an erotic angel, softly illuminated by a streetlamp outside the window. Her sweetly smiling face, framed by her dark black hair, was a direct contrast with her langorous hand, slowly stroking her pussy, legs spread as far as they would go.

Scott moved quickly and with surprising confidence. He moved between her legs and put his hands on her breasts. Kelly opened her eyes in surprise, but shut them again and panted as new sparks of pleasure hit her brain. Leaving his hands on autopilot, Scott examined Kelly's supremely open pussy, getting the nerve up. He entered her with one smooth stroke, almost shocked by how easy he slipped in. Slowly at first but with increasing confidence he began to pound his yielding sister, she meeting his thrusts with an involuntary bump and grind. Like a born slut she discovered muscles she didn't even know she had, encompassing the welcome intruder and smothering it in a tight quim.

They worked like a team, Kelly the driver and Scott the horse. Both began to ride faster, working towards their respective orgasms. Kelly's eyes rolled back, and Scott twitched, as they lost control of their needy sexes, each plunging into the other with reckless abandon. Kelly came first, every nerve flooded with excess pleasure. Scott followed with a whispered, 'holy shit.' The two collapsed, Scott still inside Kelly, and sunlight illuminated the pair.

David woke up at this, but he just grimaced and tried to ignore it. Janet murmured in her sleep, and one hand moved to the junction between her legs. David smiled grimly and stripped his underwear off. When Janet woke, she'd be in for a surprise.

For an hour, moans and sighs were the only noise to break the silence usually filled by the bustle of a busy family. (This isn't to say they weren't still busy.) Kelly learned, in a sexual haze, about holes she wasn't even sure existed. Scott's inexhaustible cock worked like an elixir on her persistant itch, and the scratching was pleasant for both of them. She gave him a blowjob of her own accord, Scott holding her head and whispering. Downstairs Janet was beginning to wonder what brought on her constant arousal and sudden need for a good fucking. David's cock kept her from wondering too hard.

Repetition dies hard, however. At 6:30, both men left the holes of their still horny partners and took showers, cocks still hard thinking about future wakeup calls. Kelly gathered her brains from the far reaches of where Scott's steady pounding had tossed them. She dressed slowly and cautiously, every material feeling like a caress on her sensitive nipples and bulging clitoris. She finally settled on a typical white shirt with a short black jacket hanging open. She wore her loosest jeans and didn't bother with panties, instead resorting to a couple layers of pads to try and mop up the disappointed love juice leaking from her pussy. The whole surreal experience of that morning still hadn't dawned at her, and the still constant itch kept her from focusing on her sudden loss of virginity. The afterglow of constant orgasms was still in her, and she looked on her experience with satisfaction.

Scott was dressing now, not able to meet his sister's eyes. She walked downstairs, where Janet was watching the news palely. Her Dad was sitting nearby quietly, dressed for work. Mom was dressed carelessly in a robe, nipples pointing through the fabric. Seeing her parents, Kelly suddenly blushed and realized the extent of what had happened. She seemed to recall screaming several
times- had her parents noticed?

Her Dad's grim faced gaze caught hers, and she knew that he knew everything, but he just settled his eyes back down towards the newsman. Feeling sick, she padded into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal, although thoughts of how much more satisfying Scott's cum had been interrupted her thoughts. She took the front page of the newspaper, opened it, and read with wide eyes the front page article.

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7:30 AM  Northrup Household

Leaving the household was a far different phenomenon this day, the first day of the Virus. School was universally considered canceled, and would in fact remain canceled for 4 or 5 months. Neither Scott or Kelly had any intention of going to school. Kelly was too preoccupied with her own worries and her own arousal to worry about Geometry. Scott had business deals to conclude and work to do, so English class didn't rank very high on his list of priorities either. Women had the day off universally as well, but David had to talk Janet out of going to work. She had found somewhere a concern for all those affected adversely by the Virus, of which there was quite a few. The old, especially, where having ugly reactions to the Virus.

'I'll just take the edge off whenever I need to,' she insisted.

David managed to argue her down, or so he thought. He kissed her goodbye, and that ended up being a 5 minute makeout session until Janet finally managed to let go.

'See why you should stay home?' David said. He took off.

Kelly had returned to bed, and Scott was upstairs on the phone. Janet knew her chance. Ignoring to the best of her abilities her burning need for impalement, she showered and dressed, fingering off in the shower as a concession to the undeniable force of the Virus. Making sure that Scott was upstairs, she slipped into the car and drove off hurriedly. She had twin drives- that to try and fight the Virus, and her humanitarian urge. Both were fighting a losing battle.

Some Classical music was tempting, but she had to stay alert. Janet turned on the news.

'..And it's been confirmed that the virus has spread to South America, Africa, and Asia. Austrailia has announced that the entire continent will be quarantined in an effort to stave off the Virus. However, CBS News has learned that several cases have already popped up, and the quarantine is seen largely as a hopeless cause. Most of America is calm today, but almost all public services have been suspended for the near future, until the crisis is dealt with. Rioting among women has occurred in Los Angeles and Chicago, as they besiege hospitals looking for a cure. Police have been responding in strange but effective ways. Here is
Police Captain Gerald Thompson-'

'Well, we didn't want to use tear gas, and we couldn't beat them. One of our rookies finally noticed that if their nipples were tweaked, all the fight went right out of them. It was like a tranquilizer dart. So finally, we decided to just move through tweaking nipples, pinching asses, and stroking their panties. It proved remarkably effective, and soon they were attacking us again, but for a
different reason, if you know what I mean.'

The Announcer's pained voice came on once again.

'So once again, we can see how much morality has been changed in just the first day of the Virus.'

Janet found herself daydreaming about a strong police seargeant, assaulting her and pulling off her dress. His big strong hands, muscular body and huge cock barely held in by a tight police uniform... She had to pull over and get off once again.

The streets of San Francisco were an erotic sight. Even in the Financial District, heavy time groping and kissing was going on, between young female executives who hadn't quite made it to work. The wrinkled business suits were sexy and revealing when pulled aside, and Janet wondered how well they would show off her ass. If she got big titties like the news said, they would look great. She would get hundreds of cocks...  It began to occur to Janet that she might have just made a terrible mistake.

As of yet the thought of being a stay-at-home-slut didn't appeal to her, so she drove on in rigid control, pulling into the parking lot. The scene was an exercise in triage. The sidewalk and most of the parking lot was littered with moaning people, most often old men and women. The men were mainly complaining about sexual exhaustation, but the women there appeared to be having real problems. Most were hunched over, gritting their teeth in pain. Janet's own horniness, however, paid these ugly sights no mind. It had found her endrocrine center, and production of new hormones was about to begin.

Some of her colleagues, the male ones, were walking by, and noticed her with more than a little bit of shock.

'Janet! What the hell are you doing here?' One began.

'You're a girl, aren't you?' Another less intelligent one finished.

Janet managed a smile.  'I'm doing fine. The Virus really hasn't affected me yet. You certainly could use my help.'

'If the Virus hasn't hit you, why are you staring at my crotch?'

Janet blushed and forced herself not to think of Dr. Severin's cock. 'Wonder how Doctors fuck?' floated through her mind. She kept her smile up.  'I'll just check on the regular patients. That doesn't take much effort. Trust me, you'll want my help.'

She began to walk past the skeptical men. One pinched her ass as she went by, and Janet yipped a little and walked faster. This whole experiment was beginning to appear a grave mistake to Janet, as the renewed burst of horniness triggered by the dirty old doctor showed. If a young stud touched her there, she might just jump his hard cock and ride it like a... she couldn't think like that.

The inside of the hospital convinced her that she was indeed in terrible trouble. An orgy prevailed. Women who had come to the hospital in hopes of a cure were instead sitting in the company of hundreds of men there for legitimate reasons. The men who weren't there for Viagra prescriptions were taking full advantage of their arousal, and screams of ecstasy outnumbered the usual screams of agony. The fact that the men were mostly injured added a surreal aspect to the going ons. One man was taking a tall blonde in the ass, wincing and holding a strangely bent arm at the same time. Janet was shocked by how many of the women looked like amateur fashion models, with generous breasts and wasp thin waists. Seeing a hundred leers look in her direction, Janet ran for the elevator and the third floor.

The third floor was quieter, with the only noise the moans of those female patients stuck in bed and changing nonetheless. Janet's head, although not her cunt, began to clear from the stimulation downstairs, and she found herself able to think about something other than taking two cocks simultaneously. Janet threw on a medical coat, thankful that it disguised her constantly erect nipples, and took the first medical chart.

It was Clara's. Her diagnosis now painfully obvious. Janet knew that she would be well into the second day of symptoms, and hesitated before going in. She didn't really want to know what lay ahead, but didn't see any way of getting around it. She took a deep breath, firmly shut all imagination of what she would look like with 38 D breasts, and entered.

Clara didn't notice her entrance; she was about four hours into a masturbation marathon. Ordinarily the drip, drip of hot pussy fluid on the floor coupled with the sight of a woman with her legs spread obscenely and impossibly wide would disgust Janet. Now it just turned her on furthur. The thing on her concious mind, however, was what Clara had become. She had entered the hospital as a somewhat cute but mainly flat 19 year old. She had become much, much more.  pendulous breasts hung proud and erect from her chest, red and swollen under Clara's carress. Her mousy hair was long and luxurious, framing a face that in
turn framed a mouth made for the sole purpose of inserting a cock into it. A huge dildo worked itself in and out of Clara, and she sighed in rythm with it.  The formerly embarassed young woman glanced lazily at Janet and just nodded slowly.

'Good afternoon, Clara. Janet said professionally, while her mind focused on the dildo.'

'Hii......' Clara answered vaguely.

'How did you get that dildo?' Janet asked next.

'This guy... I forget his name but he had a big cock. He fucked me last night pretty hard and said that I was his now. I didn't wanna stay with him, and was about to go, but then he came up with this and put it in me. With my boobs now, and this in me, I really didn't wanna go anywhere, so I guess I'll just wait until he gets back so I can get fucked again.'

'Did he say where he was going?'

'He was gonna get more girls and make them his, I think. I wasn't sure about that before, but now I think maybe the idea isn't that bad.'

Janet shuddered. It was clear to her that she had to get Clara out of here.  However, she wasn't sure she could get out of here herself. Another trip downstairs, and she probably wouldn't make it to her car. Clara didn't seem likely to give up that dildo, so she needed some other way of getting fucked before she made the dash.

'I'll come back later,' she said to Clara. Then she went down to the room she had seen yesterday- of the man dying of heart disease. His cock, she thought with professional interest, was almost definitely in perfect shape.

Carl was lying in bed sleeping, deeply out of it on a drug cocktail. Janet stripped her panties off with a clean motion and pulled down his underwear, exposing a substantial, uncircumcised cock. She gave it a loving lick and massaged the sleepy beast into a fiery fury, although its master was still zonked out. Not even considering a slow penetration, she rose over Carl and sat down heavily on his penis. The feeling of fullness was excruciatingly pleasant.  While usually she submitted without interest to David's lovemaking, now she rode Carl's cock in a wide circle, squeezing as tight as she could. When firecrackers began to explode beneath her eyes she shut them, and thus didn' t see Carl awaken slowly and begin to take an active interest in fucking Janet, grabbing her puffy aureola and tweaking. Eventually he climaxed, although Janet hardly noticed at the time, busy with orgasm #6. Janet opened her eyes soon, blushed at seeing Carl ogling her, and climbed off his cock and out the door.

Carl looked around, wondering if he had died.  'Decor needs work' he thought, 'but otherwise Heaven's off to a nice start.'

Clothing herself, steeling her rapidly fading resolve, Janet managed to get Clara on her feet and pushed her out the door. Clara, the dildo still moving, didn't really notice. She pushed Clara as fast as she could go past the first floor, to the car, and out onto the freeway. The trip was tough, as she had imagined, but the letdown of her orgasms gave Janet enough willpower to escape.
Clara sat in the backseat, still just taking the dildo softly, and the smell of her filled the small car. Janet decided she would need a quick finger job, pulled off at little used exit, and was two fingers in when a pair of hands moved down to cup her breasts.

'Need some help?' grinned Clara.

Janet didn't get home until 5.

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9:00 AM  Intel HQ

It was a new world that morning, indeed. David's morning commute, for one, was an absolute breeze. The woman drivers were at home caring for needy pussies, not taking up valuable road space. Looking for positive effects of the Virus, David found this one to be almost worth the rewriting of society. The other positive effect was Janet's eager mouth, and David maintained a hard on throughout the drive. This was good, as it coincided with his plans at Intel. David and Scott were made of similar stuff, and both came to identical conclusions about morality in this new world- it would be fairly subjective for awhile. By the time new standards fell into place, David intended to earn a lot more than Sanders worthless job. Intel staff was women heavy, and a lot of positions had to be filled. Missionary, for example.

Everyone was at work that day. Days off in Silicon Valley were largely hypothetical. Executives like David had come to similar conclusions, too, about the sudden availability of jobs. The surprising thing to David was that all the women were there, too. It wasn't surprising that they weren't about to let something like a nanovirus stop them, but it was also obvious that it would, eventually, stop them. David came up with new plans for the staff meeting. He had changed it so that it would be an all-man affair, discussing the new world. With women he would have to be more tactful... or perhaps not. Hmm...

Kaitlin was at work. Her mind was in bed with someone, but her body was at work. Although work tended to mean doing something, whereas Kaitlin was mainly just staring at male passerbys, and shifting in her seat. Her legs were crossed tightly, and her hands trembled on the keyboard. She wore a blouse that was different from a nightie only in terms of semantics, revealing a deep line of cleavage. Her miniskirt was hiked up to indecent levels, exposing curves a NASCAR driver would crash through.

David didn't say a word to her coming in, although she stared openly at him as he walked into his office. He hadn't planned on her being at work, and this changed his plans a little once again. The idea that struck him again was infantile, sexist, and would probably lead to terrible reprecussions... two days ago. As of now, David rationalized, he would be doing Kaitlin a favor.

"Come into my office, please.' He broadcasted to her. Trembling slightly, she entered.

'Do you have a boyfriend?' He asked. She shook her head no.

'Do you have a girlfriend?' He asked next, wanting to be totally sure. Again the answer was no.

David's adrenaline level, whenever he took a risk, rose into the stratosphere. This would violate thirty different laws, violate his marriage vows, and might get him fired. On the other hand, she looked hotter than the Devil hottubbing in the short skirt ensemble she was wearing, and David knew that almost every law was made irrelevant today. Moving quickly and calmly, David walked up to the deeply breathing Kaitlin and sexually harassed the shit out of her. He grabbed her ass, took a nipple in one hand, and kissed her with the tongue. Then he removed all three and moved back, letting Kaitlin make the next move. If his
calculations were wrong, she would slap him and all his plans would go down the crapper. If he was right... David felt a soft hand unzip his fly.

He was right.

Two blowjobs, a handjob, and four total orgasms later, David dressed himself and had Kaitlin dress as well.  'Here's what we're going to do,' he said. 'You're gonna move in with me and my wife. We'll wait a few days; I don't think she'll mind by then. In the meantime, stay inside as best you can. I'll come by after work and fuck you again, OK?  Goodbye, then.'

Kaitlin left in a daze. A thin stream of cum was still attached to her lips, but David didn't tell her. He wanted everyone to see- to get an idea of what sexual morality meant now. David broadcasted a message across his floor, postponing the staff meeting until 11:30, and asking the men to come inside his office one by one. The women, most either hiding in their cubicles or in the
bathroom, were not invited. David talked to each of his men for 5 minutes, giving out his plan and getting accordance. All were with him. Some admitted that they had already gotten off with a coworker this morning.

David's staff was a team of 35 people, 29 men and 6 women. They assembled in Conference room A6. The women sat tightly composed, the men free and easy, winking at each other and getting their confidence up. David entered 5 minutes late, as was executive privilege. The men quieted down, waiting for him to begin.

'Team,' David began, 'we are at the threshold of quite an interesting time. It may be chaotic and ugly, but the American economy has already resisted Asian Flu, Y2K, and an impeachment trial. This isn't much different; Pentiums will still be needed. Before we begin to strategize for this, however, we must deal with the unfortunate effects of the virus on ourselves. It hurts me to do this, but for the time being all the women on staff will be sent home with pay, in preparation for being fired.'

The women interrupted with frightened arguments, already prepared, about what laws he was breaking and why this was wrong. David silenced them with a gesture.

'It simply isn't possible,' he continued, 'to hire those who can barely think straight. I've seen the effect of the Virus personally, and I know it is a testament to your strength of mind, ladies, that you can still think straight and refrain from going nuts with all these big men around you. (Most of the women bit their lips.) In two days, you'll be totally unhireable. It is my personal recommendation, and one that I've already carried through with by fucking Kaitlin this morning, that you look out for yourselves. Find a man, please him. It's the smartest thing you can do for yourselves. If you wish to pick one of our team members, both of you are free to go get better acquainted.  The rest may leave now.'

Seeing their way out, three women grabbed three of the bigger men and humped them out the door. The other three left almost as quickly, two running with their eyes shut.

That done, David picked up a marker and began to outline his new plan.

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11:00  Northrup Household

Brady, Danny, Kyle and Kevin were all at Scott's house, doing some planning of their own. Scott's intention was for them to help him plan his startup marriage brokering business. Their intention was to plan what women they would be getting in the near future. It was fortunate that none of the four knew that Kelly was home. Scott had locked her in with one of Mom's 'hidden' dildos. Brady was thinking about the dark-haired girl. Danny and Kyle had conquests of their own to make. Kevin was secretly wondering where Kelly had gotten to.

Scott was all business. (Mainly because he had already gotten some. He hadn't told Brady.) His plan was simple. Get the word out by setting up marriages between their friends and neighbors. With the capitol they already had out, take out ads during the local news broadcasts, which were getting incrediably high ratings while the virus raged on. Marriages would be arranged through negotiations between the fathers of both. Scott's business would advertise business status, family holdings, pictures, etc, have the two meet, and provide a room where the girl could show off her sexual prowess. Scott's long range plans, still dim, involved children being married at birth, as in the past. The temptation to go out and find a girl was strong, but Scott resisted and forced his subordinates to resist through force of will.

The thought of his morning with Kelly, strangely to Scott, didn't bother him at all. He had thought that the guilt may be overpowering, but instead all he felt about the encounter was a vague sense of worry over what society would think and
some left over arousal. Scott wondered if this meant that he didn't care for his family, but dismissed that notion. Caring, he reminded himself, was now redefined.

By lunch time, the preliminary plans were complete. Brady and Danny were to get to work with advertisements and neighborhood  help. Kyle and Kevin would put together the catalog.  The meeting was briefly adjourned for lunch.

'Where's the bathroom?' asked Kevin.

'Upstairs. It's broken down here.' Scott answered. It wasn't truly broken, but Scott didn't want Kevin finding his Mom's soaked panties on the floor. He couldn't bring himself to pick them up.

Scott didn't really think about the whole matter, and ten minutes passed before Danny wondered aloud where Kevin had gone. Scott stood stock still for a second before racing upstairs, cursing himself. He knew where Kevin was. Kelly's room.

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12:30 PM  Northrup Household

Somewhere, Kelly had read about the stages of loss. They included, in some order that didn't seem to important, anger, guilt, bargaining, denial, acceptance. By her reckoning, she was somewhere halfway through. This was quick, but then being so horny had hurried the whole process along. The dildo sat on the counter, unused, while she struggled with the knowledge that her next 60 years would be spent as a bimbo. Anger was the first one, she guessed. After skimming the news article, she had ran upstairs and locked the door, weeping bitterly for an hour. Next she went through Denial, as she tried to deny that she had really fucked her brother for a luxurious hour. This didn't last long; she could still smell the sex in her room. Bargaining was never seriously considered. Kelly didn't know if she had reached acceptance yet, but she had reached a new stage- acute arousal. Even while she struggled with her new role in society, her nipples glowed red.

Currently she was reading her favorite book- To Kill a Mockingbird- and trying not to think about her current situation. The thought of what she would be like in Stage II bothered her constantly, and she tried to scare it away with Boo Radley.

The knocking at the door was a welcome distraction. For a second. Then Kelly wondered who it was. If it was Scott, she wouldn't open it. In her current state, she didn't think she could resist him. The voice, however, wasn't Scott's.

'Uh... Kelly? Are you in there?'

It was Kevin, the boy she had a crush on.  'Like a movie,' she thought.

Her rational mind argued that opening the door for him was the stupid thing she could do. If her brother had taken her with just a touch, the sight of the boy she liked might send her onto her knees. She had been there before, with Scott, and what happened next was still confusing. Her libido, Queen of the Court, countered with the exact same argument- and she wanted it. Thus, Kelly's hot little body obeyed and unlocked the door. She then retreated to the bed, not sure what to do next.

Kevin was everything she wanted in a boy. Brains, some muscles, and shy enough not to ever get near her. Looking at him now she realized how much she had overlooked. The obvious tent pole in his pants, for instance, that hinted at a well-endowed boy. His tight butt was much more apparent to her now, too. Hesitancy, as well as randy desire, was in his eyes, but accustomed shyness ruled.

'Hi,' he managed, seeming an Adonis nonetheless.

'Hi,' Kelly squeaked out.

'Err... how's it going? '

'Oh. Fine. Y'know.'

'Sucks about the whole Virus thing, huh?'

'Yeah. Sucks.'

The discussion was deeply inane. Both were distracted. Kelly by his looks and her randiness. Kevin by how obviously Kelly had just been thoroughly fucked, and how hot she looked with tousled hair and tight clothes. It continued for a minute or so, before Scott ran upstairs, with Danny and Brady close behind.  Scott breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Kevin and Kelly were merely talking. Both blushed when he entered. Scott firmly shut the door to Kelly's room, and hustled Kevin into his own.

'Alright,' Scott began, 'so I fucked her. So what? She needed it.'

Kevin didn't seem to care. His eyes were still glassy.

'Scott,' Kevin began, 'I don't care what you think. I've wanted your sister for the longest time. It's unbelievable how hot she is, and this is before she changes. Can I have her?'

Scott blinked once or twice, sixteen thoughts all rushing down a one lane street. The concept of giving away his sister took a bit of adjusting to, when the thought wasn't merely hypothetical. His Dad has asked him to hook Kelly up, but the actual fact that he was determing her life was tougher to get his mind around. Other thoughts included apprehension of what his Dad would think, personal opinions about Kevin, and a large twinge of regret that Kelly's eager little mouth would be wrapped around someone else's cock. Finally he came to the inevitable conclusion- acceptance. Kevin would make a fine husband, and one
Scott could keep an eye on.

Already deciding in Kevin's favor but deciding to make him sweat, Kevin blinked for a final and third time and answered.

'Likely,' he said, 'but I'll have to ask my Dad. How about I call you tonight?'

'Absolutely!' Kevin answered breathlessly, tingling with excitement.

'Did you have anybody else in mind?' Scott asked casually.

'Err....'

'It's alright if you do. Polygamy is about to become reality. If you have anyone you've always wanted, I advise taking your shot now.'

It was Kevin's turn to do some blinking. Brady saved him by asking if the meeting was adjourned; Scott concurred, and all three left. Despite admonishments from Scott, all three left for different purposes than that of business. Brady left to find that dark-haired girl, Kevin left to see what Lisa was doing, (in the future the expression would change from 'what she's doing,'
to 'who she's riding.',) Danny had his sight on his own mother.

Scott himself was thinking of his cock too. It was time to see if prospective parents would pick up on his sales ploy. No better time to find out than with personal business, Scott figured. He picked up the phone and called Michelle Deckir's house. An older, male voice entered, and Scott took a deep voice and started to talk. After a second, he excused himself embarassedly and walked over to shut his door.

Kelly had passed into Acceptance, and her cunt Accepted the dildo with ease.  Her moans were fairly loud.
 

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5:00 PM  Northrup Household

'Amazing,' Scott thought. 'Here I am in the middle of a brand new world, with women everywhere jumping balls, and I have nonetheless managed to become bored.  Fucking bored. '

Scott sat in the middle of his living room, watching CNN with half an eye. The entire known world, with the exception of the posts in Antartica, had been infected. Europe was well into the third day of changes, and the interviews with transformed women had piqued Scott's interest, but little else had. As many of CNN's broadcasters had taken an unannounced sabbatical, they were shorthanded.  Scott, however, had nothing else to do but keep up on the world scene. His business plans were stalled until his subordinates got a move on. He had considered fucking Kelly but had decided aganist it with respect to Kevin. His neighbor Julie wasn't home, probably off setting gang bang records. Venturing outside to pick up some random girl sounded wrong to Scott. So he sat inside, watching Lou Dobbs.

With a start, Scott remembered his Mom. In the general confusion he had forgotten that her going to work wasn't just a normal occurence. She was risking herself and her life. Scott had idly thought that she would be back by lunch, and now it was 5:00. A worried pit gnawing at his stomach, Scott stood up and was about to call his Dad, when the door abruptly opened and his Mom entered.

Even to Scott's untrained eye it was evident that she had been getting a 7.5 fucking on the Richter scale. Janet's hair was in disarray, as was her makeup.  One of her bra straps was poking out. Her panties were on Interstate 680, but Scott didn't know that. Nonetheless, she smiled when she saw him, like nothing had happened. After some pleasantries, Janet went into her room and started the shower.

Relieved that she was home, if concerned who she had been with, Scott decided to call his Dad anyway. These plans altered when Sex in human form entered the door meekly.

He heard her voice first- a throaty purr.

'Dearest, is this your house? You didn't invite me in. I want more fucking.'

Hearing no reply, Clara entered the door. She had long brown, slightly curled hair, a body like that of an hourglass to the second power, and no top, presenting rosy tipped breasts like wares for sale. Somehow preserving a tinge of innocence that served to make her whole form even more sexy, she saw Scott and smiled. Or rather, she saw Scott's crotch and smiled; the rest of him was more or less superflous to Clara. Scott smiled back; his day had suddenly picked up.

'My name is Clara!' she said inanely, intending to cut short all unneccessary conversation.

'I'm Scott. Would you like to see my bedroom?'

'Does the tour include a stop for drinks?'

'I think I can find something to slake your thirst.'

Clara quickly followed Scott upstairs, amazing hips swiveling back and forth. He barely shut the door before she dropped to crotch level and began to work frantically at Scott's jeans. He helped, while she massaged his ecstatic tool to erection. Reaching out with a long tongue, Clara slowly licked this lollipop, beginning with teases on the head and gradually moving downwards, hands kneading his balls. Deciding that seduction just meant less cock, Clara suddenly deepthroated Scott's inches, the tip touching her throat, gag reflex now erased by the Virus. He grabbed her head, pushing her harder on his jackhammer, and closing his eyes. Neither heard the knock at the door.

'Have you seen a young woman na-?' Janet opened the door and saw the pair.

'I guess you have.' She shut the door again.

If he was rational, Scott would've thought about how incrediable it was that a woman he didn't know, who looked like a porn star, was sucking his cock thirty seconds after introductions. However, he was getting a blowjob, and wasn't thinking of much.

*       *       *

7:45 PM  Northrup Household

David was late home again. Kaitlin's breathless phone call had called him off work early. She was besieged by her neighbor, an angry man who had knocked on her door and demanded a cocksucking. She had pretended not to be home, and stayed in the bedroom with a vibrator, trying to ignore the penis that waited just outside. Finally the need got to great, and she called David for release.  He had hurried over, had a few words with the man, and got on with a more leisurely fuck with Kaitlin. The second stage of changes was upon her, David noticed. Her aureole were wider, her moans louder, her voice throatier. While already attractive, Kaitlin was on her way to Playmate of the Year. David had promised to come by first thing tommorrow to take her to work, where she would serve in the new capacity of 'personal pleasure-giver.'

Homecoming, however, was a pleasant affair this time. Janet waited at the door, dressed in a pair of tight, tight jeans and a white blouse tied underneath her expanding breasts. Her face seemed younger, sexier, lips fuller somehow. The dynamite kiss he received this morning was repeated, only this time accompanied by a dryhump that would've put a Vegas stripper to shame.

Dinner was on the table. Boiled carrots, drumsticks, meatballs, and thick milk.  Popsicles for desert. David just shook his head and sat down, where he was introduced to the barely clothed Clara, who sat next to Scott and kept one hand on his crotch. Kelly sat quietly throughout the dinner with a smile on her face. Her newly strengthened crotch muscles had led to the discovery that she could keep the vibrator inside her while sitting. No one much felt the need for talking anyway. The other four were engaged in a complicated game of footsie and stroking. Janet and Clara volunteered to clear the dishes, while Kelly withdrew
in a strange sort of walk. Scott and David left to discuss the terms of Kelly's engagement to Kevin.

It was perhaps understandable that everyone went to bed early. Perhaps not to sleep early, but to bed early.

That night, across America, the sleeping patterns of millions upon millions switched. Millions of beds were empty, millions more were filled, millions above that found room for one or two or three more. Brady went to bed with the promise of betrothal to his dark-haired girl, and considering a hunt for Julie. Danny slept with his Mom. Kevin stayed awake for a long time, dreaming of Kelly, as did she of him. Scott and Clara moved in together, and David and Janet dusted off the Kama Sutra and began with position one.

End of Part 1 of 2