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 2 6:30 AM  -  Northrup Household

Many Theological debates rage about the nature of time in Heaven. Some argue that there is no time in Heaven- that all time is motionless. Some argue that Heaven 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 Heaven stands at a fixed point in time, the time when all is well and wonderful in the world. This time is 6:30 AM, when Scott woke up slowly to the feel of   a warm mouth around his cock.

It was Day 2 in this greatly changed world. In the Pacific time zone, most people were just waking up, but across the world most were already woken up, a large amount in the same way Scott was. Austrailia had abandoned all efforts to contain the Virus, as were most East Asian island nations, with notable exceptions. Europe was entering their own Day 3 of the Virus for the most part, and the scientist who released the Virus was very close to being discovered.  Although the already male dominated cultures of most of the world were taking the change well, Europe was having a vastly difficult time with the changes, and Eastern nations were in deep turmoil. All the western nations were in round the clock legislative sessions, feverishly rewriting thousands of books of law to reflect new society. Proposals to reduce the status of women to chattel were already afloat and receiving reluctant support. Special elections were announced in those districts with women representatives.

Clara, the girl currently showing Scott the wonders of fellatio, probably couldn't have cared less. The huge changes in her life and her society had dropped away when she woke up this morning. Clara had flown to San Francisco to meet with a renowned Economics teacher at Berkeley, leaving behind her family and friends in Kansas City for what was supposed to be five or so days. When the Virus had hit her, she had no idea that it could possibly be anything more than a disturbing, if pleasurable disease. The attendant who had brought her relief had told her of the Virus, and the part of her mind untouched by rampant arousal had begun to worry about getting home. Far too horny to do anything but touch herself, however, her worries had occupied a loud but impotent part of her mind.

When she woke up the second day, looking like Mariah Carey after an attack by dozens of plastic surgeons, her need for sex again overpowered any other.  Whenever she tried to consider family, and friends, and her life, it was overtaken by her dildo. Trying to consider what she had to do before the mental changes hit took too much energy, and another stroke kept her from planning anything beyond 'I should.'

Janet finding her was a godsend. She had finally about succumbed to the rule of her pussy, and a life in a harem with a man whose name she didn't remember but whose cock she could recall with photographic precision. While Clara did make concessions to her still hungry cunt in fucking Janet and then instantly attacking Scott, she had begun to hope that she could still make it back to her old life, even as a different person. She had gone to sleep with possibilities raging in her head, mixing with Scott's cock in her newly wasp thin waist.

During the night the possibilities, shining bright in her head, began to disappear. Not due to loss of hope, or a realization that making it to Kansas was impossible, or any rational factor.

The possibilities simply died along with her brain cells. The Virus, having exhausted all concievable things to do with her porn star body, had moved on to the cerebral cortex and got to work there. Pleasure neurons were left at a huge level of sensitivity, as was a hardworking libido. Memory cells, and perception cells, and attention, all those became slowly inert under the persistent machinations of the Virus. Clara's mind slowly regressed from confident, if horny, college student, to naive graduate, to high school student, down to a slightly slow fifth grader with a precocious skill at cocksucking.

When Clara awoke, it was as if her mind was wiped clean of any thoughts besides wisps of slightly dense air. She giggled as she reoriented to this new state, where her constant horniness wasn't a curse but a bridle to get more sex from cute boys with big cocks. And lucky her- there was a boy there, who probably had a big cock. What was his name? Scott? And she was Clara. She was a college student, before she got interested in cocks and got big boobs.

This was the one downside to Scott's otherwise blissful awakening. Clara's teasing tongue was attached to a body with a wasp thin waist and massive melons.  Her skill was consumate, and she worked with passion and skill, but when Scott looked into her eyes the emptiness threw a chill down his spine. Most everyone he knew had another day before they lost themselves entirely to the Virus, and Clara was a preview of what was to come.

'Good morning, Clara.' He said carefully.

Clara just smiled happily and brought Scott to orgasm, lapping up his copious discharge. The taste seemed to please her, and she licked up all that she could find.

'When do you want to fuck me?' She asked as if wanting to know if Santa Claus had really come.

'Later.' Scott replied. 'Why don't you go shower down? I may join you.'

Clara pranced off, and Scott laid back in bed and exhaled slowly.

Downstairs, Janet laid quietly in bed, fingers for once quiet by her side. She knew that if she looked down, she would no longer see her own slightly frumpy, housewife body. She could feel the weight of her expanding breasts piling onto her chest, feel the masses of black hair cascading down lips that felt fuller, stronger. She could even feel the heavier weight of her longer eyelashes, and the new center of gravity her tight waist and longer legs had established. The arousal that still burned around a clitoris that she knew would throw bolts of orgasmic lightning at the slightest touch.

She wouldn't be going to work today; she wasn't sure what she would do. While an insistent part of Janet called for her to stay at home, clean the house, find a French maid costume, the 90's part of her called for Janet to change the world, take a meeting, wear a hot business suit. While the two parts of her agreed in the libido, across the rest of the brain the battle of submissive vs.
dominating type waged continually.

But before she did much else, Janet decided that she needed a cock. Denying her sex drive when her husband was right next to her was idiocy, and she did feel an eager need to test drive the graceful fucking machine she had been endowed with.  Her clitoris nearly peeked out more than two centimeters, and her nipples, on an EE chest, were full and throbbing. David was still sleeping. Janet, as if  responding to some universal call among womankind, decided to wake him with a full, impressive blowjob.

The formerly frigid housewife languidly teased aside her husband's boxers, and her thick lips made a silent O on seeing what the Virus had wrought there.  David's formerly average 6 inches was now somewhere in the area of 10, a virtual gas pump of pleasure. Janet, a brand new BMW Z3 in this metaphor , was primed for the fill up, and she attacked her husband's cock both eagerly and quickly.  With her new thick lips and eager attitude, it wasn't long before David came in great spouts of white cum, delighting Janet's palate. The taste of cum, which Janet had only tried once and found disgusting, was now a rich honey flavor.

Unknown to her so far, this was one of the Virus's lesser publicized but technologically astounding side effects. Like a fingerprint, every man's sperm had a distinctive taste to a woman. Most varied around different kinds of sweetness, but a rare few brought to mind fruits, and in one or two cases, well-done steaks. Without exception, they were tasty, impossible to get tired of.

David entered the shower at the same time Clara did, angering him and confusing her when the flow slowed down. Both's partners entered the shower later, lessening the blow.

Although today was sexual holiday for the majority of the world, neither Scott nor David were about to sit at home, even if they both had cock hungry women sitting on their dicks. Plans had been made and would be stuck to. Scott had to go meet with Michelle's Father, who sounded like a reasonable man, if profoundly saddened by his daughter's transformation. He was mute on how she was taking the changes, and Scott was a little worried that she would be already braindead by the time he got to her. David had plans to go to work, but had no particular urgency to go to what would be a largely empty office. Even the most hardworking employee knows when it's time for a sick day. The dildo he had provided the kittenish Kaitlin should keep her tided over.

No, David had every intention of paying Rhonda a visit.

Clara put on some of Scott's baggiest jeans and shirts, a relative factor compared to her. The jeans hugged Clara's voluptous ass with tenacity, and the button down shirt was having to struggle mightly to contain her bust. She didn't have makeup, but, Clara thought, I don't need that stuff. Seeing that her man was busy on the phone, she decided with a burst of concentration that making him breakfast would be a good idea. Vague thoughts of eggs and cereal floated uncramped through the vast peaceful seas of her conciousness. Janet, who she had fucked most deliciously yesterday, was there, and she had remarkable titties too! She was wearing a robe, a robe that looked more like an obscene nightie.  Her new hips parted the robe slightly in the front, revealing acres of creamy thigh, and Janet's boobies spilled through the constricted top.

Janet seemed unhappy, so Clara decided to cheer her girlfriend up.

'Good Morning!' She announced in a clear voice. Janet raised her head.

'Hey, Clara, how are you feeling this morning? Alright?'

'I'm good. I've still got this itch that won't go away!'

Janet's eyebrows went up as the valley girl speak got to her. The hairs on the back of her neck went up as she comprehended what this meant.  'What's 5 times 5, Clara?'

'Silly! It's morning. Why would I want to do school?'

Janet swallowed tightly. It was rare that the future was revealed with such precision, but Janet knew she was looking into her own personal future with frightening clarity. The one thing that detracted from her model looks was the world-weariness that lined her face. Clara looked totally innocent- and extremely sexy- and extremely brainless.

'I'm making breakfast for Scott, to thank him for fucking me. He had a big cock. Did you know that?'

'Just like his Father,' Janet thought, before blanking this thought out and going back to the paper, concentrating now on every word, trying to delay or stop the decay of her mind.

David had finished dressing and was ready to step out the door, but the sight of Janet hauled him up short just before the door.

'Dear,' he said in a deliberately nonchalant attitude, 'come here and give me a blowjob.'

Janet obeyed with haste, taste buds hungering for her husband's sperm. She dropped his pants quickly, taking him into her mouth and masturbating herself to orgasm while David's cock touched the back of her throat. Janet was determined to keep her intelligence, as much as she could, but she knew that some battles she couldn't win. Her sex drive was insatiable, channeled through a body that seemed a giant erogenous zone. Janet only hoped the fucking she needed and wanted didn't blow her brains out as well.

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8:00 AM- Day 2  -  Kaitlin's Apartment

Kaitlin hadn't been entirely truthful to David recently. She loved him, or at least she loved his cock, but David knew little about her personal life and she had manipulated that. Truth was that even before the Virus, Kaitlin was quite the little firecracker in bed. The massive sex drive that had been unleashed in most women was amplified in Kaitlin too, but she found it somewhat easier to control. Her pussy had been wet her entire life, and at first the Virus just meant a heightening of her already overactive libido. As time went on it built, and Kaitlin realized that an orgasm would likely make her lose control. She had done that once before, in her Sophomore year at College, and it had taken her two years to live down the whispers and stories of the girl who had spent two weeks living at the local fraternity.

The man who had tried to knock down her door had been her latest conquest, a random bar pickup. He was a loser that had been blessed with a substantial cock, usually Kaitlin's cup of tea. The Virus caused her to rethink her priorities; try to find a man she could attach herself to. David, despite the ring on his finger, was that man. Silicon Valley had rubbed off on her too, and she had already planned to fuck David when he surprised her by making the first move.  Once home, she had her new male get rid of the old one, and kept herself from thinking about her situation too much with strokes and vibrators.

Now Silicon valley appeared to have rubbed off on her in a different way. Her chest was as big as any Dow chemical-enchanced Porn Star- mountainous peaks that would challenge Sir Hilary. The valley part was a long, flat stomach, ending in dangerous curves framing a picture perfect cunt. Kaitlin had dreamed last night of cocks and sex, gangbangs where all the partners were David. His cock, his stern, uncompromising face, his cock, his rock hard body, his cock, etc.

When she woke up the room was perfumed with her juices and her sheets were sopping. Her brain, usually in partnership with her cunt, quickly realized that the balance of power had permanently shifted. Now her clit ruled her totally, controlling every action and overruling every thought. This animal intelligence was filling her with a fire that even Big John, her 10 inch dildo, couldn't fully overcome. Every pump in and out only reminded her that she had an asshole and a mouth to fill- now made into perfect receptacles for long hard objects by the Virus. Every orgasm made her feel inadequate besides the massive strength of
a man, that pistoning tower of fucking.

Her brain frantically wheedled her cunt, reminding it that David was a good provider and her only choice. The cunt responded with powerful arguments of its own, and Kaitlin was close to joining the many women already roaming the streets in desperate search for an orgy. Somehow she managed to stumble into the shower, where the shock of the cold water gave her a moment of clarity. She tried to avoid the mirror, knowing that the sight of her sex hungry body would only excite her, and got dressed in any clothes that still fit. The distraction of putting on screaming, stretching lycra distracted her long enough for David to knock on the door.

David expected to be attacked and wasn't disappointed. Kaitlin might as well just gone naked, as she was halfway out of her clothes by the time she got to the door. Some inner reserve of caution made her check who it was, but her libido was handed the reins as she opened the door. The two met for a hungry French kiss. David's enchanced prick pushed its way through the maze of his boxers and prodded Kaitlin with an insistent reminder of what was important here. She didn't tease the trouser snake, moving down to David's belt and making rapid progress in freeing the poor animal. David explored Kaitlin's breasts,
much like his wives but with larger aurolae and more of an emphasis on 'pert' than 'just freaking huge.'

Soon David's cock was free from its confinement and receiving avid treatment from Kaitlin's busy mouth. Contradicting the past, he felt none of the compulsion to come that usually characterized Janet's quick blowjobs. It was like a new switch had been implanted within him, where he was utterly in control of what he did. Reveling in the feelings of Janet's slow langorous lick up his balls, he leaned back aganist the door and watched the artist at work After 5 minutes, Janet began to get worried that she was doing something wrong. She looked up at David with quiet exasperation, and he indulged her by releasing the switch and letting the fire hose loose. Kaitlin, used to spitting, simply didn't see swallowing as a sexual act. It still wasn't. It became a culinary one.  David, through a trick of the Virus, had one of the most distinctive cumtastes in the New World Order. Tasting like a fine champagne, Kaitlin discovered what had gotten Janet pumping earlier that morning.

Still hard enough to repay Kaitlin, David pushed her onto her back and roughly exposed her eager hole. Already jaded a tad by the near constant sex he had been receiving, David's mind was elsewhere, planning for his career. This led to near total control, with hardly a thought on his part. Kaitlin saw the whole experience differently. Even the vanilla missionary sex was enough for
mindblowing orgasms. She began shrieking after 10 minutes, and stopped after 20.  David looked down to realize she was knocked out, a string of drool/cum coming from her mouth. Putting her dripping body into the shower was enough to revive
her, although David made a mental note not to be so rough. This really wasn't his style.

David's manner towards Kaitlin, usually that of a slightly demanding but still fair man, became preemptory. He ordered her into clothes, picking out a skirt/sweatshirt emsemble that was little more than a hooker's outfit now. She responded to him willingly, enjoying the new dominitive role her man, her controller, now exercised. It made Kaitlin feel safe, ready to endure whatever
changes should come over her later.

The two walked down to the car, Kaitlin gripping a dildo for when David was preoccupied with other business. Almost ready to go, David had a sudden thought, ordering Kaitlin to pick up a second one. She was only too happy to comply. The two drove out past San Jose to Redwood City, where a quick bit of investigating had revealed Rhonda's residence. A surpisingly large residence, almost a mansion. David was surprised that Rhonda, alone, had felt the need for such a large building, but supposed it was yet another way she showed off. His plan, simple enough, was to gain entry, fuck her until she couldn't remember her name, then take over her position and affairs, as well as adding a new person to his growing amount of women. Three, he figured, was about enough.

The area was deceptively quiet, a wooded area far from the orgy filled streets of all the communities. Dogs were barking somewhere, and one couple was jogging nude, she on a leash, but in general this area almost looked to have escaped the
effects of the Virus. The area was also few and far between with street addresses. David was quickly lost in the circles and cul-de-sacs. Deciding to change another bit of male behavior in the New World, he stopped at a small house and rang the bell, intending to ask directions.

'Who's there?' said a suspicious baritone,' male or female?'

'Male!' David responded,' I just wanted some directions.'

There was a moment's silence. Then the door cracked open a tad.

'Directions for where?'

'The house of Rhonda Greeley? Is it nearby?'

'The Greeley house! Buddy, you sure as hell don't want to go there.'

'Why not?'

'A bunch of chicks have holed up in there and sworn to resist all men. A couple guys tried to take 'em, and they took a few shots at the guys! Too dangerous, believe me. Wait until tommorrow when they're all braindead. Here, come on in'

The man, a gnarled but virile 50 year old, opened the door and ushered the pair in. Standing frightened in the living room was who had to be his wife, looking as fantastic as anyone but betraying a few signs of age. Relaxing, the two women went into the kitchen.

The two men sat down and spoke about the world. He was named Harold Yipes, a auto mechanic out of San Francisco proper. A nice guy, David resolved to check in on him in the future. While they chatted, David formulated a plan to get
Rhonda before the gold diggers descended on the Greeley mansion on the third day. Meanwhile, the babble of conversation in the kitchen became quiet, then punctuated by a loud moan. Chuckling, both men shucked their clothes and went to join their amorous females. The already naked twosome was only too willing to make room.

Dressing, David and Kaitlin left, promising to meet again. In the car, David explained carefully what he wanted her to do, leaving out no eventualities and carefully making plans. Then, after fingering her to climax in the front seat, he parked the car just out of sight of Rhonda's estate. Kaitlin, trembling slightly, walked slowly to the front gates. David, nervous but convinced in
Kaitlin's abilities, left for home.

8:30 AM Day 2  -  Northrup Household

Scott was upstairs on the phone, talking to an esctatic Kevin. Downstairs, Janet and Clara were doing the dishes in relative calm. Despite her disgust with Clara's mindlessness, Janet was still willing to use Clara's tongue and fingers to help her out. 'No use letting even a vegatable go to waste,' she thought.  Kelly had yet to make an appearance.

Scott had just hung up the phone when Kelly's door creaked open. Thinking that at this point nothing could shock him, Scott turned around ready to see the typical bombshell staring back. Nonetheless, his jaw dropped. Kelly wasn't a bombshell. She was a bombshell's bombshell. She was Fucking. She was Sex. Every bit of her had been gone over by the Virus, and it had achieved perfection in her.

The Virus was a nanovirus, but it worked in close conjunction with the DNA of a particular person. With women, it took its cues from a particular conjunction of two chromosomes, using it to decide how much estrogen to pump in one place and how much to sculpt in another. The amount of conjunction determined how much was changed. For most of the human race, the match was about 60%, meaning that the woman ended up looking like a supermodel. Dr. Philips, however, had known this.
Realizing that very few women would be near genetic match, he had adjusted the nanos so that they would produce something much better than the typical woman if the match was good enough. Every sexual factor his twisted mind could concoct went into the 40% left. Everything he could glean from twisted stories he found online. Mainly as an exercise- only .01 percent of the population would be above an 80% match.

Kelly was a 92% match. Only several thousand women in the world were higher.  She began in the head, with thick blonde hair that fell down in perfect waves down her head to frame her face. Her lashes were dramatic, making every wink dramatic foreplay, veiling lightly her burning blue eyes- eyes that burned with both obvious arousal. Flawless skin, perfectly smooth and unblemished, ran around lips that were naturally lipstick red. Following the line of perfect lines down, strong, massive breasts defied gravity in an impossible way, beling musculature three times as strong in the back. Her waist was wasp thin, framing
a patch of blonde pubic hair shaped like a heart. Kelly's formally chicken legs now appeared to stop just short of her breasts- and they framed a tiny ass that could only have been contrived.

The thin, mousy Freshman was now a 21 year old symbol of sexuality. Seemingly dazed by her change in gravity and height, Kelly murmured, in a new throaty voice, 'None of my clothes fit anymore.'

Scott just stared for a second. Then he got a mirror and put it in front of Kelly. She gasped in shock, yet Scott couldn't help but notice a trickle of moisture coming from her junction. Taking the mirror in hands with naturally long nails, Kelly stared at her reflection for a moment in shock. 'Is this what everyone...' she began.

Shaking his head in an amazed no, Scott took the mirror and put it back. Kelly took her breasts and pulled them aside, trying to see the rest of her new body.  'I think it's time for your new boyfriend to come over,' Scott remarked.

'Kevin?'

'Yes.'

'Do you think he'll want me- like this? I look nothing like before.'

'Uh.. I believe we can call that a definite yes. Go take a shower and wait for him. You all can go shopping or something.'

She walked off in a daze. Scott went downstairs. His Mom was putting her robe back on after a quick session with a tired Clara, who was watching reruns of cartoons on Cartoon Network in wide-eyed amazement.

'Something is strange with Kelly,' he announced.

'You mean she's a walking sexpot? Welcome to the world, son.'

'No, I mean even by the new standards she's a knockout. You'll see in a second.  What are you going to today?'

'Well, if you could escort us we were going to go shopping for new clothes. Can you?'

'No, I have business. But Kevin, Kelly's beau, is coming over. He could drive you to the mall.'

'Sounds good. I'll go get dressed.'

Scott was attacked by an eager Clara as she left, not looking back. Scott obliged her, but his mind was elsewhere. Michelle was his target. He had a meeting with her Dad today, and even the new standards of beauty were pale compared to her previous one. Clara was a great fuck, but he wanted way more.  Preoccupied, he discovered the same trigger that his Dad had, a side effect of the high genetic match of the whole Northrup family. Clara didn't notice anything wrong, but just kept sucking until he obliged her with massive gouts of sticky cum. Clara lapped it up. 'Tastes like candy!' she announced happily.  Curious, Scott wiped a bit from her chin and touched it to his tongue, surprising himself with the sweet, intoxicating taste. 'Not bad,' he murmured, before turning Clara over and plugging her to unconciousness. Kelly came down, having improvised one of Scott's sweaters into a makeshift blouse, and wearing one of his baggiest pairs of jeans, cinched up to the highest notch of a belt but barely fitting over her hips.

He left right before Kevin got there.
 

9:20 AM  -  Day 2  -  Northrup Household

It was fully understandable that Kevin was a bit nervous walking up to the front door. The ritual of the young man meeting the parents was a time honored occasion for the use of cyanide. The fact that he would be marrying and fucking this girl with the fully complicity of the parents was a bit stressful too. Add into that the fact that he was driving without a license, and a faster than normal heartbeat was fully understandable. Also contributing was the fact that his penis was almost ripping his underwear apart, and advertising the fact in the loose boxers and shorts Kevin had thoughtlessly put on. He had untucked his shirt in another time honored tradition, but even that wasn't enough to fully conceal his arousal. Kevin had been blessed by the penis fairy- he measured out at a full 11 inches when erect. While not rare among men now, it was a sizable tonker. The feelings were great.

He rang the doorbell once, and Janet hurried to open it. Inured somewhat to the still taboo sight of her son, she found herself almost free of inhibitions when she looked into the eyes of this new man. With an effort she restrained herself from an outright attack, but she saw no way to stop herself from flirting with him. Trying to remember the fact that she would soon be this man's
mother-in-law, she purred a welcome to the trembling Kevin.

'Come on in,' she said deeply, looking into his eyes,' Kelly will be down in a second.'

Janet positioned her breasts as a barrier across the door, and Kevin had little choice but to brush against them as he made his entry. Janet purred a little and followed him in, her eyes watching his ass closely. He sat down with his legs open, inadvertently revealing his engorged prick. Janet, sitting down next to him, breathed heavily and averted her eyes only with an extreme effort.

'Kevin, honey,' she said quietly,' would you mind crossing your legs? It's only with a great effort I can sit here talking to you. Please remember that it's very difficult for me to cope with my feelings right now.'

Kevin blushed with every pint of blood in his body and crossed his legs tightly. It hurt his member to be constricted that tightly, but Kevin figured it was worth it if Kelly didn't come downstairs to see him fucking her Mom. He wanted to make a good first impression.

The fact that Clara casually walked in and sat in his lap wasn't part of the plan. Feeling no regret besides a slight concern that Scott wasn't the one around, she threw her arms around his neck and rubbed her ample chest aganist his. Cooing softly, Kevin looked into her empty eyes, then found her massive breasts better. Restraining himself with commendable effort, he was about to throw her off him when Kelly walked downstairs at precisely the wrong time.  Feeling, for some reason, insecure about her new looks, she had taken one of Scott's porno mags and dolled herself up for Kevin. HEr shirt was torn raggedly off at the midriff, the pants were rolled up to the knee. Kevin, stunned, could only stare stupidly. Seeing Clara on him, Kelly froze, feeling tears well up instead of the glorious moment she had hoped for. Turning quickly, she ran back upstairs.

Brain becoming functional again, Kevin ran after her. Her door was locked, and Kevin could hear her sobbing quietly behind it.

'Kelly, let me in! It was a mistake!'

'You don't like the way I look. I'm not even me anymore!'

'You're still you! Kelly, you're beautiful!'

'Not as beautiful as Clara.'

'Damn it... beauty isn't everything, Kelly. Let me in!'

'It is now. Go to hell.'

Kevin decided on the direct route. Leaning back, he smashed into her door and broke the fragile lock, nearly falling as the door swung open. Kelly was still a sexy sight. Despite herself, Kelly was still unstoppably attracted to this boy/man, both physically and mentally. Her libido ruled as strongly as in all females, and she felt herself weakening as he breathed heavily in the doorway,
trying to think of what to do next.

Kevin firmly cast 6 years of weakness and insecurity around women aside.  Striding over to the new Kelly, he picked her up and kissed her as fiercly as he knew how. Kelly gave in utterly at the first sparkling touch- her brain becoming merely a receptor for the pleasure beginning to slowly override her. As the kiss went on and on, Kelly's brain showed off some of the mental manipulation Dr. Philips had engineered. Many of the new models had merely become women with great figures, but still bad lovers. For Kelly it was all there. She could've written the Kama Sutra in a day. Without any concious thought, indeed, incapable of concious thought, she began to move and thrust in a way designed for pleasure and nothing more. Kevin, who began the contact, soon was only along for the ride.

Kelly's mouth slowly opened, and poked Kevin's open as well. Their tongues met, and Kelly's met Kevin's and began to teach him the ballet of French kissing.  Assisting this was a lengthened tongue, almost two inches longer than normal, that surrounded Kevin's in one of many erotic embraces. The second was her crotch, which almost streamed with wetness. Putting one impossibly long leg around Kevin, she humped his crotch until he caught a clue and disrobed both of them. Then, positioning his massive member, he entered a tight but wet cunt that welcomed the intrusion like an old friend. Kevin and Kelly, for a long time, turned off their brains. He was cock, and she was cunt, and they moved in total harmony. Loud harmony, too. Clara and Janet, waiting for the two to finish, had fortunately found a way to pass the time.

Both teenagers climaxed in a slow burst of conciousness, floating up somewhere as their endorphins overloaded their systems. They remained in a karmic embrace for some minutes, until both dropped off in a mutual burst. Feeling somehow revitalized, they had no need for more words. Kelly put her clothes back on, ignoring the stains and sweat, and Kevin put his on. Picking up Janet and Clara, all three beautiful, leggy women got in the car with him and they drove to the mall.
 

3:30 PM  -  Day 2  -  Rhonda's Mansion

Kaitlin walked awkardly towards Rhonda's stern estate, the last bastion of virginity in a world of sex. The house itself seemed a prude, an old Victorian seperated from the verdant greenery around it. It was as white as a wedding dress, and had the same symbology. Kaitlin felt inadequate for the role her man wanted her to play. Surely some clue that she had fallen for a big man and his big cock would come through. Surely they would be able to see that she had been getting it long and hard on a daily basis. She sighed; the things she had to do to get some of David's cock. He had promised her a world-class fuck, just him
and her, for an hour if she went along. The thought made stars flash behind her eyes. (And a few more brain cells died.)

A small gate stood outside the house. Kaitlin rang the bell and hugged herself nervously. Soon a stern but still sultry and young voice came over the intercom.

'Male or female?'

'Can I talk to Rhonda?'

'Male or female?'

'Damn it, isn't it obvious. Tell her this is Kaitlin. I used to be Davids' sexre- uh, secretary.' Kaitlin hoped the slip hadn't been noticed.

'Hold on.'

After a moment a voice that, had it not been so sexy, would've been the old Rhonda, came over the intercom.

'Kaitlin? What the hell are you doing here?'

'I need to get away from David! He assaulted me, tried to make me fuck him! I figured you'd protect me from him here.'

'If you aren't lying, you've come to the right place. All women are safe from men here. Enter.'

Kaitlin pushed the gate open and walked in. Trying to play in character, she attempted to stifle the natural sway of her ass and breasts, trying to imagine what a desperately unsexed woman would be like. 'Thank God for Drama class,' she thought.

The door opened before her to reveal an anti-harem. Looking at her curiously through the opening were some of the sexiest women she had yet to see. Almost all of them ranked high on new scales of beauty, and yet they were dressed in a manner totally inappropriate for how beautiful they were. Kaitlin's practiced eye stripped them of the dowdy sweaters and pants they were wearing and updated them to true standards. 'Legs like that, and she's wearing pants!' Kaitlin thought. She felt both superior and nervous with her own revealing attire.

Kaitlin recognized Rhonda only by the determined look on her face. The rest of her was as curvy as anybody else. She was dressed entirely in shapeless black, but a poke here and there revealed her true attributes.

'You seem to have come in the nick of time, Kaitlin,' she announced,' by the look of things, you've already given in.'
 
'I'm sorry, Rhonda, but it's so hard to fight this Virus. Everytime I don't concentrate my mind turns to sex. I didn't even think about putting these on- my mind just went for them.'

Rhonda considered her. Everything Kaitlin had said was true, except for the fact that she hadn't given in.

'We will make an exception, just this once. You may join us. Let me explain our purpose here. We believe that the Virus is a male-manufactured way of enslaving women. To do that, it has increased the sex drives of all of us and changed our bodies. We do not believe that it can change our intelligence and we do not believe it can force us to have sex with men. We just need to have willpower. To show that willpower, we require that you give us all your sexual material.'

'Huh?'

'Your dildos, please.'

Trying to hide her reluctance, Kaitlin pulled out both from her purse. Rhonda took them- did she see a hint of arousal in her eyes?- and strode to a large pile in the corner. Not noticing it before, Kaitlin almost gasped as she saw the pile of pensises. Anywhere from little phalluses to massive plastic cocks, it was a clearinghouse of stiumlation all thrown into a little pile.

'Tonight we shall burn these,' Rhonda announced,'as we concentrate our minds to show the world that our minds will remain intact.' She smiled like a prophet.  'Talk to our brethren, and concentrate on remaining pure. The ceremony begins at 8 PM. Stay away from the upstairs room.'

Kaitlin nodded and walked away. The dark house was gloomy, dank, and utterly depressing. Soft track lighting, intended to highlight old paintings, only gave the house an air of too little light and too little life. The many women should've made it a giggly, carefree place, but they all walked around mumbling with their arms behind their backs. Many were sitting in yoga position, sweat broken out on their brows, sitting firmly on their hands. Passing through a study, Kaitlin noticed a group sitting around the computer. Noticing her, the one controlling the mouse flicked back to an innocent web site, but not before Kaitlin recognized a porn site. Kaitlin almost smiled; perhaps there was hope after all. Noble intentions aside, these women wanted a fuck as much as she did.

She almost admired their determination, although not their methods. But they were being stupid. The Virus was reality, and if they didn't find a man they would end up with whoever fucked them first. Besides, Kaitlin was liking the Virus more and more. Maybe it was some side effect of the Virus, but she was unconcerned about the third day- the sex was too good to worry about such a thing. A life on worry free fucking and sucking was beginning to look pretty good to Kaitlin. And David had a son, she remembered.

One woman was almost about to give in. She sat in a corner, sweating heavily and rocking back and forth. Several more controlled women stood watching her struggle with her arousal. Kaitlin stood back to watch; this girl was about to explode. With an agonized cry she did, making a three-finger dash for her junction. She was only halfway in when the women grabbed her and pulled her down the hall and up the stairs. Chilled all of a sudden, Kaitlin whispered to a blonde next to her, 'Where are they taking her?'

'Don't you know?' she answered,' all women who give in to their urges are tied up.'

'Just for getting off?'

'Of course! If it starts there, how long will it be until we're spreading our legs for some hot, big-dicked man...' Catching herself, the blonde looked panicked.

'I didn't say that, OK?' she whispered to Kaitlin, then wandered off.

Kaitlin herself was beginning to have some trouble controlling herself, but the pleasant plugging she had gotten earlier that day was more than enough to keep her calm. Besides, she was concerned for those girls upstairs. They needed a good dick, and they must've been about out of their minds with arousal by now.  Kaitlin resolved to enlist them in turning this bastion of prudity over to the New World. First she found a sharp but small knife and somehow found a place in her taut clothes to hide it. Then she walked upstairs nonchalantly.

Two stern brunettes were guarding a small door. The door handle had been removed, and a doorjamb in the bottom of the door was holding it shut. Kaitlin walked to the door without challenge, but then one of the girls spoke to her harshly.

'Back off, girl, unless you want to end up with them.'

Kaitlin gave her best smile, 'Just need to bolster my resolve, see what it's like if you give in. Can I just have a peek?'

They hesitated, looked at each other, and shrugged. Kaitlin bent down, palming the knife in her right hand, and looked through the door. Red faced women, all leaking onto the ground and trying to grind into the floor, were tied up in cloth on their arms and legs, with a gag over their mouths. Despite the restrictions, they were still managing to get off. One would place her hole over the hands of the other, and lower herself onto their tied fingers. Several daisy chains spread across the room.

Not wanting to draw attention by looking too long, Kaitlin stood up.  'Horrible,' she said to the guards, drawing their eyes as she slipped the knife and a laboriously written note through the hole where the door handle had been.  Fortunately, an orgasmic shriek muffled the sound of the knife hitting the ground. All three women shivered.

Back downstairs, Kaitlin caught sight of someone she knew- who had worked under David and been at work the day she first got fucked. She tried to walk away quickly, but the stacked girl saw her and walked away quickly. Scared, realizing she was caught, Kaitlin attempted to get out the back way. Rhonda and the old employee interecepted her right before the door. They were flanked by two other girls, the two that had dragged the desperate woman upstairs.

"I'm hearing bad things, Kaitlin. Linda here says David fucked and claimed you.  Says she saw you walk outside with cum on your lips.'

'Lies!' Kaitlin tried to look shocked,' I hid in the bathroom all day. And I heard her go into one with John. She's just trying to keep me from exposing her!'

The two glared at each other. Rhonda looked dispassionate. 'It looks bad for you, Kaitlin. But we shall handle this like intelligent women. We shall have a trial. Erin, Julie, take them both to the parlor, then gather everyone else.'

Soon Kaitlin, nervous, (but still horny,) had her hands tied and was facing the assembled ranks of Rhonda's Resistors, about 30 women in all. They tried to look dispassionate, but their eyes betrayed that they were having the same fantasy she was- being tied up and on display. Kaitlin tried to shake the dream of as she prepared her defense. It wasn't easy. Thoughts and fine phrases were slipping away from her more and more. Every minute she felt a little dumber- if a little happier. At least everyone else was feeling the same way. Hmmm... even Rhonda looked a little vacant now.

Kaitlin awoke from her reverie with a small shake after a minute of prolonged silence told her Linda was done presenting her case. She walked before the assembled women, and stage fright struck hard. Every phrase she had managed to concoct flew away before she could deliver it. Some last vestige of intelligence told her that this was the wrong tack to take. Instead of trying to convince them she was a prude like them, she should be trying to reverse the roles.  Perhaps it was just her cunt doing the thinking, but this addled idea made sense to Kaitlin. She smiled at the audience.

'First, I'd like to admit that I am in fact guilty. It was wrong of me to deny that David had fucked me long and hard. But I want to explain why I'm here among you know...'

The phrase 'long and hard' had caused some shifting in the audience.  Encouraged, Kaitlin continued. Strolling slowly over to the pile of dildos, she unworked the knot tied by women in the process of forgetting how to tie their shoes.

'David first fucked me on his desk. And I liked it. I grabbed his meat, stuffed it into my pussy, and rode it like a broken down cowboy. Then I sucked his dick until it spurted. And believe me, it tasted like nothing you would believe.'

She was getting to them now; she could feel it. There was discreet caresses, soft murmurs, and rapt silence in the audience. But Rhonda was frowning now, deciding to give up on this exercise in the judicial system. Kaitlin speeded her speech up, now with the knots undone and right next to the dildos.

'But then later I thought to myself- did that mean I had given up? Did that mean I was nothing more than a cock whore, submitting myself to mind-blowing orgasms?'

Rhonda was walking towards her now. But Kaitlin was confident.

'Hell yes. Join me. Let me show you how good it all feels.'

Kaitlin sprang into action. Pulling her pants down, exposing a sopping quim, she grabbed a dildo and rammed the length into her, moaning in unfeigned pleasure. For a moment, she thought she had them. Some were moving towards her, some touching others, some themselves. But then she felt two strong, fierce hands grip her shoulders- Rhonda.

'Control yourselves!' Rhonda cried, and the moment passed. And it looked desperate. But then upstairs two cries went out, and a second later a throng of sweaty, nude women ran downstairs. Ignoring the scene, they went straight for the plastic penises, filling their desperate cunts with whatever they could grab. The tide broke. The prudes, in a rare move of group sex, shucked everything and joined in. Rhonda, realizing her movement was over, turned to flee, but Kaitlin grabbed her and pushed her pants down, stuffing a dildo and moving it up and down. Rhonda's cries of anger quickly turned into those of pleasure, and she thrust with the motion. The two retired to Rhonda's bedroom with a handful of dildos.

Kaitlin felt her mind slipping away from her, but knew that she had one last duty to do. While Rhonda orgasmed over and over, she whispered 'David is such a hot guy. Such a great cock,' and similar remarks to the susceptible woman.  Rhonda, her eyes fogged over, began to whisper it back. As the night went on, Kaitlin grew too confused to do much more than say, 'David is Mr. Cock,' but Rhonda was there with her.

Downstairs, in a gentle sexual haze, the women fucked their own brains out.  Former investment bankers, lawyers, doctors became living, walking, barbie dolls. They were too horny too notice.

Night fell, and so did the last bastion of womanhood.
 

12:00 PM  -  Day 2  -  Dekir Household

Michelle's Dad was a truly nice guy, one of those rare men everyone instinctively trusts. Born with a handyman's saw, knowing every trick in life, he handled Boy Scouts, numerous volunteer organizations, and other good works.  Along the way he had found a wife, married her, and raised a beautiful daughter as well as he could. Michelle was his pride and joy, and she had rewarded him.  Smart, funny, she avoided the pitfalls most kids her age fell into. He didn't look forward to marrying her off, but he knew she would be making some young man a lucky guy.

The Virus devastated him and his family. His wife took everything fairly well.  As with most women, she adapted to the physical changes and enjoyed the enchanced stimulation so much a loss of intelligence didn't seem like much of a price to pay. Still, Lee Deckir didn't want to see his daughter hand herself to whatever man could please her. She was being a saint, staying in her room, trying to resist the Virus, but Lee knew even the strongest girl couldn't stand it long. The phone call from that Scott kid seemed like it might offer a way out. He seemed bright; he seemed genuinely in love with Michelle.

Scott did everything in his power to put Lee's mind at ease. A firm handshake, a long talk in the kitchen about his plans and his future. Choosing to leave out the detail of Clara, Scott expounded on his burgeoning marriage business and what he wanted to do with it. Lee saw the eyes of the entreprenaur, and although he saw through to the opportunist side of Scott the earnest boy seemed to be for real. Subtly letting Scott know, he gave his blessing for him to take his daughter. 'But,' he cautioned, 'it is still her choice. she's upstairs. Talk to her.'

The intelligent, urbane Scott disappeared somewhere on the steps, and the old Scott came back. Clara and his sister were nothing, really, just reflections of what this new world was like. Clara was almost a friend, and Kelly, well, that was nothing long-lasting. Michelle was still his dream. Trying to make this meeting mean something more than sex, he tried not to mentally adjust her for beauty. Her door was firmly shut, and no sounds came from inside. He knocked quietly.

'Yes, Daddy?'

'Um. No. It's me, Scott Northrup. Remember?'

'At school, yeah.'

'Seems like a lifetime, huh?'

'Yeah. Why are you here?'

'Um, well, it's like this.' The smooth pitchman felt increasingly like the adolescent he was.  'You're gonna need someone to take care of you. I have a business, a family, and a lot friends. So I can do it.'

'What are you saying?'

'Um. Will you marry me?'

Tense, muscles tight and sweating, he heard a long intake of breath. Then a pause. Then silence.

'Michelle?'

'Let me... let me think about it...'

'Um. OK.'

'Don't go anywhere.'

'I won't.

Next to her door was small table with a computer on it. Thinking that this might take some time, Scott fired it up and went online. Dialing into his account, he read his e-mail, sent some, and chatted with his friends. Brady was absent, but had sent a quick message noting that he 'was now King of the World,' with the dark haired girl. Danny promised that the web site would be up in two days, and Kyle had gotten spots on most major channels. Fortunately, the network people were took distracted to notice he was a teenager. He also shared one bit of info- Lisa had called, sounding distracted and desperate, wondering where Kevin was. All in all, business was humming along. He went along some newsgroups and posted advertisements, and was pleased to see some queries begin to trickle in.

Hours passed. Still no sound from the bedroom. Scott surfed idly online, dreaming of what his new life would be like, planning for the future.

It was late now. Lee had left with his wife for a final drive while she still had her wits about her. Still there was nothing.

Finally, he found a pillow, a blanket, laid down outside her door, and went to sleep.

Once he had drifted off, a note was pushed under the door.
 

2:00 PM  -  Day 2  -  Dekir Household

The mall was surprisingly full. Kyle, with his harem of three, pulled into one of the few parking lots and they all got out, stretching and hiking up shorts for the full effect.

'The ride in the thing with the rubber dougnuts was fun,' Clara noted, 'now what? Sex now?'

'No, Clara. We're going shopping. For clothes.'

'Clothes are good. Fucking is better, though.'

Janet was a little bit worried. It seemed likely to her that another orgy would prevail inside, and she didn't feel like she would be able to stand it. But she trusted Kevin, and she felt like defering to his judgement was the best thing to do. Her mind liked this idea, and slowly Janet began to relinquish control to her instincts and libido. Kevin would protect her; he was a man. 'Even when I get dumb,' she thought, and giggled. Kelly joined in.

Inside was a scene, but it was more controlled than Janet had feared. Most of these women were on their own, shopping for new clothes. Many stopped for a long time in the dressing rooms, and some were walking around naked, but there were
very few men around. The three girls, excited, grabbed all the good stuff they could find. Janet was partial to the blouses and short jean shorts that made her look like a teenager again. Clara was partial to, well, the lingerie and any men around, but Kevin kept a close eye on her and she picked new outfits out as well. Kelly, however, was having trouble; her awesome body was too extreme for many of the outfits. Kevin suggested they go to mall proper, where he remembered a place that specialized in large women.

Clara and Janet stayed behind, and Janet quickly found an exhausted clerk and put him through the paces once again. Kelly and Kevin only got halfway to the mall when he grabbed her and kissed her harshly. She responded willingly, and the two blatantly rubbed aganist each other, old inhibitions tossed to the still-playing muzak that made the whole scene sound like a porno. Kevin broke it off, taking his fingers from underneath her shorts, and hand in hand the two strode into the gallery.

Kelly was instantly grateful she had already jerked off. A mad tableau of a massive orgy was on in the center of the mall, where Santa Claus used to visit.  About 50 men were stuffing 25 dazed women who looked like they couldn't stand up straight. Kevin was ready to walk by it quickly, but Kelly was insistent, saying she thought she saw someone she knew. After peering closely, she grabbed Kevin's arm.

'My neighbor Julie is down there! And her Mom! We need to help them!'

'Aren't those the assholes?'

'Yeah, but I have bigger boobies now. I need to show her up. Her Mom is nice, anyway.'

'I think it's too dangerous.'

'Please, Kevvy? I'll do this tonight-' she whispered something that sounded anatomically impossible.'

'Oh..wow.. OK. But first lets get you outfitted. Then we'll work something out.'

The store was, strangely, abandoned, although Kevin heard sounds coming from the back he didn't want to investigate. He made a check out to the store and Kelly went wild, indulging a newfound exhibitionist streak. Kevin didn't enjoy it as much as he should've, as he was preoccupied with how to get Julie and her Mom away without being killed by angry men.

They approached the scene cautiously. They were in luck- Julie's Mom was temporarily unoccupied. Julie was; she had one pimply kid pounding her from behind and another, bigger guy underneath. Julie's eyes were closed and her proportions were excellent. ('Not as good as mine!' Kelly noted smugly.)

Getting Julie's Mom away was only a matter of picking her up and dragging her away. A few slaps brought her groggily out of the orgasmic oblivion she had been in. Kelly had a plan for Julie. Walking casually next to the boys, she quickly stripped and 'ahmed' loudly. Both looked at her curves, her figure, and her come hither look and came to an instant conclusion. Two willing dicks were presented to Kelly, who took one deep into her throat and positioned another in her cunt.  While she put them through spin cycle, Kevin helped Julie to her feet, and near carried her near her Mom. He poked Kelly on her ass, the signal, and she sucked and squeezed with her new muscles. The two men were milked, and dropped back momentarily exhausted. Licking and judging the cum to be insuperior to Kevin's, Kelly helped him take the two girls back outside.

Clara and Janet, looking flushed, were waiting for them, and were surprised but delighted to see Julie and her Mom. Things got a little tight in the backseat, and a little hot, and unloading was forgotten as everyone spilled onto the living room floor for some discussion and planning, with some light fingering thrown in.

Janet felt refreshed, calm, and at peace. The fact she was feeling vapid, clueless, didn't bother her; all it meant was that she was free for a lifetime of fucking. When David came home, she was ready for him, and the two made off for the bedroom immediately. He told her about Kaitlin, about Rhonda, and she was delighted.

'You aren't mad that I'll have other women?'

'Well, I'll need someone to help me out when you're at work.'

She giggled, took his penis into her hands, and swallowed it.

Kelly and Kevin retired to bed, where Kelly showed him positions 30-45 in the Kama Sutra. Exhausted, the two snuggled together.

Julie and her Mom slept downstairs, tired after a long day. Neither had the energy to think about their minds.

Scott slept, and Michelle slept. Rhonda and Kaitlin slept, ready for pickup.

And the world finally realigned. The violence was over, the confusion ebbing, the old social order dead. The new world, of carefree sex and a long bright future, had just begun.
 

8:00 AM   -  Day 3  -  Deckir Household

Scott woke slowly. Three days ago life was hell. One day ago Heaven. Now he was unsure. Michelle hadn't rejected him, nor had she accepted him. Now she was his; she was everybody's, but he wanted to think that in her last moments of her old self she had chosen of her own free will. Now he'd never know if her head or her cunt ruled. He sighed and cursed himself- 'I should've come sooner!'

But there was a paper outside that hadn't been there before. Scott opened it with excited trepidation.  It read, in a script beginning to resemble a childish scrawl, 'Before I go to sleep, I want you to know- Yes.'

The door was unlocked. She was wet, willing, waiting.
 

EPILOGUE

SCOTT NORTHRUP- His business, run by dedicated staff and finding a new niche in the world, expanded to become the largest in California, Nevada, and Oregon. Big conglomerates, slowly getting their act together, halted his growth, but Scott still made a tidy fortune. He sold the business when young to spend more time with his three wives- Clara, Julie, and of course Michelle, his First Wife.

DAVID NORTHRUP- Business acumen and quick thinking earned him the title of Director of Sales for Intel. Seeing more clearly than anybody else the new needs of the new world, he was made Chief Operating Officer at 50 and retired as an acclaimed businessman at 50. He too has three wives- Rhonda, Kaitlin, and Janet.

JANET NORTHRUP- Janet woke with the mind of a sixth grader but the peace of a yoga master. She found acceptance of her new role as wife of a powerful man, and keeps a good home. She regularly fucks her two Co-Wives and an assortment of men David brings over. For her birthday, she got a Calvin Klein model.

KELLY WILDER- Her looks and skills made her into a symbol for the next generation of women. She kept more brains than most, and uses them in her quest to become the ultimate sexual being. In her spare time she works with kids, and has 5 herself.

KEVIN WILDER- Chief Financial Officer of NWO Marriage, he has never wanted anything more than his wife, Kelly. Well, sometimes he fucks the maid, his old rival Lisa, but that's just a benefit. He's proud to be the only fuck of Kelly, who has always been faithful since that one day in the mall.

KAITLIN NORTHRUP- Not the brightest anymore, but still David's valuable tool.  Well, valuable for his tool. She's learned to type and take dictation, both kinds, and looks stunning in a short skirt.

RHONDA NORTHRUP- Abandoning her old persona, Rhonda has become a stereotype of the dependent, sex-hungry woman. Always needy for some relief, her libido is a running joke in the family. She bore David two children, and is totally devoted to them.

JULIE NORTHRUP- Heavily affected by the Virus, Julie is little more than a walking cunt. She can think, if she concentrates, but mainly she spends her time looking for sex. Scott has a collar on her that compels her to come home when he wants her.

CLARA NORTHRUP- A cheerful bimbo, Clara is in a family way most of the time. She found her parents again, and spends most of her time as a stay-home cleaner.

MICHELLE NORTHRUP- After their abrupt meeting, Michelle fell hard for Scott.  Always supportive, always helpful. Scott keeps her pregnant, but is also abreast of the latest treatments in hopes of getting her brains back.

OTHERS- Brady got Julie's Mom and the dark haired girl, Danny got his Mom, Kyle got his girl, and the world ended up, for the most part, a reasonably good place to live.

THE END