Biohazard: San Marcos - Day Three: Ascension
For those who read my journal entry, again, I'd like to apologize for taking so long to get this story moving forward. However, all things are on track again, and I'm presenting Day Three for your reading pleasure (or displeasure, perhaps).
Biohazard: San Marcos
Day Three: Ascension
Robert's last words were made clear as they returned to the safety of the library. Whatever safety the barricaded place offered before was now gone, the leopard having seen to that prior to the group's escape to try and get supplies. When they opened the doors, the first thing they saw was the goth raccoon, the lean body replaced with massive musculature that would sooner fit a gymnast than the lanky kid they knew before. He rushed them, but Smith made sure a swift bullet between the eyes made them free of danger for a brief time. They had to retreat quickly, however, as gunfire was returned from inside by familiar panthers, all aimed low to try and take out their legs.
This posed two problems, the first they were aware of and the second they weren't. Not only had the noise awoken nearby infected, the sun was setting. The nocturnal beasts were beginning to stir anyway, and the muscled things were beginning to hunt for their next fuck. Some of them had even begun to organize into groups, fucking and feeding each other's infection, making them grow larger still. Needless to say, the rush began to find a safe haven for the four solitary survivors, all while infection loomed dangerously nearer as time went on.
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"The betas have reported, sir," Chief Security Warren proudly announced at dawn, that grin of 'Mission Accomplished' impossible to wipe off his face. "They've swept the city and there are only four people uninfected. No doubt, they'll be converted before the end of the day, and that's a generous estimate of their ability to survive." He dropped his salute, and that same grin was present on Erick's lips, predatory teeth bared to his subordinate. "Perfect. Then the time is finally right. We've got over five thousand Sigmas out there, and all the Betas on our staff," Erick announced, the lion standing up and gesturing to Gerard. The infected hyena rose from his knees and lumbered forward, standing before the lion with his dick bobbing before the smaller feline's face. "Begin jerking yourself," Erick ordered, and the hyena complied, wrapping both huge hands around his shaft and stroking with a frenzy.
While Gerard pleasured himself, making the CEO's office echo with his grunts and groans, Erick slipped the syringe out of his pocket, and looked to Warren. "I made a special cocktail for you. I want you to help get the final survivors, and infect them at all costs. Meanwhile, I will proceed forward with my own transcendence." Warren saluted and then proceeded out of the room, as Erick injected himself with the syringe. He growled right as Gerard started to cum, wrapping his lips around the hyena's tapered point so he could drink the virus down.
Once the hyena was finished, Erick stood to a slightly taller height, his suit starting to shred from the steadily growing muscle under his tawny pelt. "Come. We're going outside to meet your brothers," the bearer of the Alpha virus stated, moving out with the hyena behind him. While they made their way out of the skyscraper, Warren was undergoing changes of his own, vowing to make sure his former employer and now Master would have the world before he would rest.
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Across town, David and his compatriots finally rested under a tree in the woods, feeling confident in that the dark would make them difficult to spot in this dense foliage. None of them had spoken a word in their escape, partly to avoid drawing attention to themselves and mostly out of shock over what had happened since the sunset and the present time, being just shy of 9:00 AM. Smith was weary as he dropped an empty clip from his gun and replaced it with a fresh one, announcing in a hushed tone, "This is my last. Fifteen bullets is all I have." None of his party were very thrilled with the news.
"So, now what? Should we try for the city limits again?" David asked. "Those panthers were guarding the exits before, so maybe we're in the clear now..." Smith just shook his head and replied, "They wouldn't expend troops from the choke points if they didn't have the troops to spare. I'm willing to wager they're still there." All but Smith were crushed by this news, Brandon stepping away from the group to hide his sorrowed look from them. It was just a few paces, the doberman still within earshot as they discussed their next step. But it would be just near enough to where he could pick up a distant roar, long, drawn, and powerful. "Guys, did you hear that?"
The group turned to look at Brandon, but the look that replaced their quizzical ones was one of horror. "Move!" screamed Paul, rushing in to try and pull Brandon away. But it wasn't fast enough, and both were caught in the scaled tentacles that weaved through the trees and snapped around their midsections. Smith attempted to get shots off at the stalks, but the bullets that did hit were repelled by the thickness of the scales, making no more than a light scratch to be buffed out later.
The source of the tentacles would soon be exposed, lumbering through the trees and toppling them to the side with his sheer mass. And, while the freaks before could be found attractive if you ignored their sadistic tendencies and blood-soaked appearances, this was just grotesque. David and Smith stared in horror as the tentacles retracted close enough to the dick's slit they were coming out of, more of the tentacles' tips wriggling out just barely past the tip of the member they were inhabiting. The whole dick was as scaled as they were, those same scales repeating over a titanic frame of 10'5", loaded with muscles that could let the mythic Atlas take a break, were he to let go of the globe for a time being. It was an armadillo none of them had seen before, but one who had seen them far more than he'd cared to in their current state. "Gentlemen," the behemoth rumbled, "I've been looking for you. I have a gift for you all." Paul struggled with all his strength to remove himself from the grasp, shouting out, "Go! We'll keep this guy busy!" David remained frozen, unwilling to abandon his last friend in this world. But when the tentacles started snaking out of that dick again, moving towards the two tigers, Smith had no problem grabbing the smaller feline and hauling him over his shoulder. They were on the run again, this time with what Warren had become moving after them with a steady pace, smashing all obstacles out of his way.
"Some people, eh? Don't worry. I can take care of you guys while I'm in pursuit of the unenlightened ones," the giant remarked to Paul and Brandon, now being pulled down into the slit of the grotesquely large dick they were imprisoned by. Each male struggled viciously, drawing closer to the pre-leaking slit that aimed to snuff out whatever they currently were and make them into one of those things. But Brandon, who would rather lose his life than have Paul's extinguished, finally moved into action. Using his feet, the doberman pried into the tentacle's grip on the giraffe, giving Paul just enough room to wiggle out of the scaled grip. The last thing Paul saw of his former boyfriend was a look of regret and heartbreak before the remaining captive of the armadillo was dragged down into the shaft, it and the balls flexing and relaxing rapidly as they began working on making a new convert.
When Paul hit the ground, he was met by the sharp crack of a broken should, snarling in pain. But he wouldn't let that stop him. Spotting David calling for him in the distance, the giraffe forced himself to roll forward and spring to his feet, running with intensity he didn't know he had. Tentacles brushed aside trees like toothpicks to get at the giraffe and his fleeing companions, the armadillo lumbering forward as much as his size would allow for him to in pursuit.
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The roar of Erick echoed in every Sigma's ears and they responded by rushing towards the noise, their muscled bodies filling the streets to where he beckoned them. When the sun crested above at noon, the lion was soon greeted with an army of muscled males, all staring at him with the obedient glaze he had programmed into the virus. He stood before them, naked save for a few shreds of ruined Armani, his already powerful frame still growing slowly. "My children!" he announced with the gusto of a leader, his eyes fierce with pleasure, "Now is the time to create your new ruler. One who promises you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. One who will rock this unforgiving world to ruins and rebuild it into an empire of muscle and sex! Come forth and pay homage to your future God!"
Groups of ten moved forward, standing shoulder to shoulder around the lion that was beginning to grow taller and more muscular than themselves, Gerald always at the helm. He would snarl something only the Sigma could understand, and they would each begin to pleasure themselves, muscled arms flexing and pumping at their engorged dicks until they would climax onto the lion. Each time, Erick's growth fueled faster, the Alpha virus fusing with the Sigma. The more powerful the infection, the stronger he became.
He fell to hands and knees around the fourth group's climax, snarling his pleasure as his biceps strained larger under his furred skin, the ground beginning to crack under the weight of his muscled frame. Abs became defined, grew, and defined once again, while his pectoral muscles grew to the point where he could only feel and not see the former changes. But they could do nothing to hide his dick, bobbing erect, lengthening, thickening against the ground as he began to dry hump the pavement. This would continue on until he finally rose, his muscles glistening with the cum of all his followers, the moon's light reflecting off the world's first true muscle god. Gerard only came to his waist, now twice the hyena's size at eighteen feet and some change. Erick grunted his pleasure, burning red eyes half-lidded as he moved into a double bicep pose. "Your God is here," his new bass-laden growl announced, "And, with your continued devotion and the induction of new converts, your God will only get stronger." The sight of such mountainous muscle and an erotic proclamation caused his followers to roar, howl, and scream their undying allegiance, all erupting into an orgy that would carry them on for the next day.
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Around 11:00 AM, David was the first to see the manhole leading to the sewer, pointing it out for the group being chased by the armadillo. Smith dove onto it, dropping the smaller tiger in the process, but soon joined by David and Paul in the act of lifting the cover. Once it was up, the group dropped into the sewer and began to run in varying patterns, in an effort to confound the tentacles still chasing after them. "Boys, you're being absolutely obtuse to the greatness that awaits you. Surviving this long will certainly earn you a place at our God's side, special like I am," he shouted into the sewer, the taunts and bribery echoing through the whole waste disposal system of San Marcos.
David tripped over a ruined drain and landed, twisting so his backside would get the brunt of the impact. He watched as a tentacle went zipping towards him, almost as if it sensed his presence without the need of direct visual confirmation. But, it would halt five feet away, going taut as the armadillo snarled in pain. "Hey, guys," David muttered, turning his head to his comrades, "I think those tentacles finally ran out of slack." He stood, grimacing at the sludge along the backside of his pants, hoping it wasn't a byproduct of any infected people still using the restroom like civilized folks might.
The two regrouped with David, leaning against the cement wall to watch the tentacle struggle helplessly to get to their current location. It was a well-deserved breather that lasted for a few hours, up until they heard the armadillo chuckle and state, "Fine. If you won't do what you know you want, I'll use the ground troops. Should be about ready now, anyhow." David, Paul, and Smith looked at each other quizzically, but then they heard the armadillo grunt with pleasure, the splatter of fluids hitting fluids echoing through the sewers.
It wouldn't be long before Brandon rounded the corner, his height causing him to stoop in the sewer tunnels, fingers tracing along the tentacles which slowly slithered along his herculean frame from out of his baseball-bat-long cock. "Paul," he said, a wicked grin upon his face as yellow eyes regarded the giraffe, "I'm finally ready to be committed to you." There were tears in Paul's eyes this time as they ran, and David had to stay with him to make sure he didn't flag behind.
And, without knowledge of the danger they were moving towards above them, the infected finished feeding their now-hulking leader in front of the Almae building at 5:00 PM.
_And that's the third day. Readers, your patience with my hectic schedule recently is much appreciated, and I hope the wait was worth it. In the next day, look forward to the pre-showdown between Almae and the remaining survivors. Have comments, compliments, and/or criticism? You know where to leave it. _