{"sf1_id":1384983,"sf2_id":"YnLV9l8e","title":"The Overflow (Mass Herm TFTG)","author":"Nequ","words":4428,"posted_at":"2018-11-07T20:50:00.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Big Tits","Boobs","Bound","Breast Growth","Cock Growth","Cockroach","Corruption","Dick","Dog","Doggystyle","Double-Penetration","Dragon","Dragon Girl","Dragoness","Drama","Epic","F/Herm","Fantasy","Forcedshifting","Gang-Rape","Gender Shifting","Giraffe","Hard-On","Hermaphrodite","Hooves","Insect","Lizard","M/Herm","Orgy","Other/Herm","Outdoors","Police","Predator/Prey","Public","Rape","Rat","Restrain","Roach","Rodent","Semi Consensual","Sexy","Shemale","Story","Suspense","Thriller","Tits","Transformation","Transgender","Wings","mall"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1384983-the-overflow-mass-herm-tftg","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLV9l8e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/50/2f/502f263d-e6e7-4ff3-945d-89f36e5701e0","description":"The intersex armageddon initiates.","content":"_I'm a picture-perfect face  \nWith that wild in my veins  \nYou can hear it in my  \nGrowl, growl, growl, growl_\n\n**- K/DA's \"POP/STARS\"**\n\nBowers tucked his clipboard under his arm and waited for Watts to open the shutter.\n\nNeither of them paid much attention to the shoppers passing by.\n\nWatts muttered \"...can't find the key-\"\n\nBowers exhaled. \"No hurry,\" he said, in the way people do when they mean _hurry_.\n\nEventually, Watts got the door open, and both men ducked under the shutter. The custodian reached for the switch, flicked it a few times. Nothing happened. The only light came from under the shutter.\n\nBowers frowned. \"Does water damage normally mess with the electricals?\"\n\n\"Sometimes.\" Watts reached into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight. He shone it around the empty retail space, noted the dark stains on the walls. \"That'll have to be replaced.\"\n\n\"Maybe there's a main breaker switch in the back.\"\n\n\"Maybe. Lets go take a look.\"\n\nThey walked past the counter, and into the stockroom. The shelving units were still there, large and silent, like tombstones. A shiver ran down Bowers' spine.\n\nSomething dripped in the dark. Something skittered.\n\n\"You people turned off the water, right?\"\n\n\"Yessir. But if something came up the drain from the sewer...\"\n\nMore money. \"_Great._\"\n\nWatts kept his flashlight beam low, so he was just as surprised as anyone when he lit up a pair of feet.\n\nFollowed by a pair of calves.\n\nThen knees, which broadened into hips.\n\nThe legs were covered in brown fur, like a rat, which explained the whisking tail.\n\nNot the penis, though.\n\nNeither man realized their jaws were hanging open.\n\nNarrow waist. Arms with claws. Breasts. And a giant rat's head.\n\nBowers looked into its empty eyes, and swallowed. \"M-ma'am?\" He held both hands up. \"We don't want any trouble.\"\n\nThe woman in the rat costume smiled. It was very realistic. The monster at her crotch twitched.\n\nMore rustling.\n\n\"Watts?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"We should-\"\n\n\"_Yeah._\"\n\nBowers broke for the door. Watts was a second behind. Bowers saw the light through the doorway go dark as something - somethings - got between him and _out_. The same somethings which ran over the two men like a flood.\n\nBowers tumbled - was tumbled - over, until the things in the dark seized him, and held hip up. Or maybe down. It was hard to tell.\n\nSomething pulled at his pants, his shirt, and soon he was down to his underwear. The arms holding him felt scratchy, like the time he got up in the night and-\n\n_No!_\n\nHe fought back, to no avail. There were just too many of them. They went in straight through the boxers. The sensation of the prick spreading his anus open made him grit his teeth.\n\nSomething squeezed his waist. He could feel something reshaping in there, his mass flowing down to his hips, and up to-what?\n\nThey let him move his arm, let him feel his swelling chest, his face. He could see better now, in the dark. Could see the moving shapes around her. Could even see Watts' new tail.\n\nSpeaking of.\n\nHer own abdomen sprang out of nowhere, and somewhere in the dim, warm haze, he wondered where it came from. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.\n\nBut did it matter?\n\nPressure on his forehead. Like an injection, but from the inside out.\n\nThe carapace grew in over his limbs.\n\nHe could smell them. Through her antennae. The miasma of filth and rot and rat and roach and it was _glorious_. Whole.\n\nThe cockroach reached out with all four arms, and pulled her new sisters in much, much closer.\n\n**Spread.**\n\n-Q-\n\nAltman and Ames Department Store - _We made the grade!_ - sold everything from alligators to zebras, albeit ones made out of polyester and foam. However, they also sold camping equipment, cosmetics, jewelry, and clothing.\n\nHence the need for a changing room.\n\nAnd the changing room attendant.\n\nBella finished her magazine for the third time her shift, and sighed. She had-\n\nShe checked her watch.\n\n-she had forty-seven minutes to go.\n\n_Maybe I should bring a book next time?_\n\n_...Nah._\n\nIt was be unprofessional to bury your head in your hands and groan, but she did it anyway. Not like the boss was around to see her.\n\nIf only they let her bring in a radio. Literally anything would be better than listening to the same canned muzak for hours and hours. Silence, even. Or that clanking noise.\n\nWhat _was_ that clanking noise?\n\nBella looked around. Nothing. Not a hangar jangling on the rack. Not a passing rhumba of chain-snakes. She looked up. Not a vent falling o-\n\nWait, it _was_ a ceiling vent falling open. Over the changing rooms, even. She'd need to call maintenance. Preferably before it dripped onto a customer or, more importantly, the carpet.\n\nIn one of the changing rooms, a customer made a noise.\n\n_Huh?_\n\nBella turned around. What _was_ that gooshing sound? Was someone having sex in there? Someone was probably having sex in there.\n\n_Not again._\n\nBella knocked on the door. \"Sir, are you all right?\"\n\nMore noises.\n\nRight. Time to retreat and call for backup.\n\nSomething wrapped around her leg, and pulled. She hit the ground hard, and something pulled her under the door.\n\n_Ow._\n\nSomething dripped on her cheek.\n\nShe looked up.\n\nThe changing room was a lot more occupied than it should be. By both people and dicks.\n\nWell, 'people' was a strong word. They were human - feminine even - in the broad shapes, but certain things were different. Like the tails. And the abdomens. And the empty eyes.\n\n\"...Hey?\" Bella said, for lack of a better option. Well, she did have a better option; scramble under the door and run. She just needed to buy some breathing room.\n\nBut she was pretty certain the only breathing the creatures wanted her to do was through her nose.\n\nIn the midst of all the roaches and rats, there was a cat. Something told Bella it was the erstwhile customer. Maybe it was the way it moved, something in the tilt of its head. Maybe it was the boot-cut Levis it held.\n\nThey flipped her onto her stomach, and tied her hands behind her. Then the cat thing bent over and-\n\n-licked her?\n\nIt felt like sandpaper on her neck. There was a funny warm feeling. Was it acid? Did these things spit acid?\n\nThe rats joined in. Careful not to break her skin with their sharp little teeth.\n\nWhat was that itching feeling? That warmth? The strangeness in her neck.\n\nShe felt a strange pressure on the top of her head. Like two nickels trying to escape.\n\nThe roaches didn't have tongues, of course. They just skittered over her hands. The muscles in her neck felt stretched, but her hands got stiffer and stiffer.\n\nThe hooves might've had something to do with that.\n\nHer wrists lost motion, and strangely, absurdly, her first thought was _how am I supposed to hold anyone down_?\n\nOh, of course. Her sisters would always be with her. She wouldn't need t-\n\nWhat was _wrong_ with her?\n\nShe squirmed. But not too hard. _Am I even trying to get away now? Do I want to?_\n\nShe lifted her hand. The golden-ish fur spread down from the wrist. The brown spots followed soon after.\n\nEverything moved away from her. Down, towards her feet.\n\nWait, no, _she_ was moving.\n\nWait, no, her _head_ was moving.\n\nThe giraffe's nose bonked the lower half of the door, and it flinched. When it opened its eyes, it saw a woman who had just stepped out of the next changing room over.\n\nThey stared at each other. The giraffe's ropey tail flicked.\n\nThen the woman looked up at the exit. Then back down. The giraffe could see her thoughts; _Can I make a break for it?_s\n\nSometimes it's better to act than to think. Like when thinking would give a bunch of strange creatures time to burst out of a nearby dressing room.\n\n-Q-\n\n\"Oscar?\" Gerald said.\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"They still out there?\"\n\nBoth teenagers peeked their head up, so they could see over the counter of the pet shop. They didn't see anyone past the grate Mr. Eaton had pulled down before he left.\n\n\"I don't see any,\" Oscar said.\n\n\"Can we make a break for the back room?\"\n\n\"Definitely.\"\n\nThey scurried toward the swinging door, and through.\n\n\"Okay,\" Oscar said. \"They can't see us here.\"\n\nGerald's shoulders slumped, and he sighed. \"Good thing we were taking inventory.\"\n\n\"Good thing,\" Oscar said. \"But if they get past the gate...\"\n\nThey both turned to look at the door between the front and the back. And the keyhole. Which they couldn't operate, because the Manager had taken the keys.\n\nOscar snapped his fingers.\"We can get out the back door.\"\n\nGerald nodded, and headed for the exit.\n\nOscar caught Gerald's arm, and whispered. \"Wait! Check first.\"\n\nGerald nodded. \"Good idea.\" He pressed his face to the peephole, and was silent for a minute or so.\n\n\"What? What do you see?\"\n\n\"Hmm?\" Gerald leaned back. \"Oh, it's not safe.\"\n\n\"What's out there.\"\n\n\"You know Dmitry from the movie theatre?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"They jumped him. Tossed him in a dumpster, held the lid down, and...\" He made a familiar motion at his crotch. \"Y'know.\"\n\n\"Ew.\"\n\n\"Yeah. Ew. And she came out, like, _different_.\"\n\n\"She?\"\n\n\"_She._\"\n\n\"Are they really 'she's?\"\n\n\"Well, they're 90% 'she', so that what I'm going to call 'em.\"\n\n\"Are you going by weight or volume? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it's less than 10%.\"\n\n\"Whatever you say, Tiny.\"\n\nOscar picked up the phone. \"What should I tell the cops?\"\n\n\"It's weird people in costumes.\"\n\nGerald had pulled out his Nokia 3310. _Beep, boop._\n\nOscar blinked. \"Are you...playing _Snake_?\"\n\n-Q-\n\nThe local coffee shop was nice. It had corporate-approved music playing while you ate your corporate-approved sandwich and drank your corporate-approved coffee, served in a size that was supposed to be Italian but you were pretty sure it was made up.\n\nIt was about to get a whole lot less nice.\n\nThe first indication was when one of the bari - sorry, one of the _coffee artists_ - a young woman named Ava walked through the swinging door into the back, and shrieked. The other coffee artist, Burton, looked up.\n\nAva retreated through the door, followed by a-\n\nWell, it was horny, that much was clear. Some kind of pervert in a rat costume?\n\nAva grabbed a nearby mug and threw it at the rat. It bounced of the thing's shoulder, but it didn't flinch. It didn't flinch when she threw another mug. Then a packet of tea. Then the blender cup. Then it caught her.\n\nOn the far side of the counter, Sheila backed away as the creature shoved Ava onto the counter, knocked the chai tea and tip jar onto the floor. A nickel rolled toward Sheila, hit the toe of her sneaker, fell over.\n\nThe soccer mom was never sure, afterward when employee stopped trying to pull herself away, and started bracing herself against the counter to put herself back. She did notice when the dark scales spread over Ava's arms, when her neck stretched out, when a forked tongue flicked out between her lips. And when she moaned and her body curled into an arch, her tail came up too. When her neck came down, her eyes were a reptilian gold, and her underside was the light brown of creamed coffee.\n\nAnd they met Sheila's.\n\nSheila's eyes widened.\n\nThe dragon smiled.\n\nAnd then it spread its wings, and launched itself at customer.\n\nBurton yanked the door open. \"_Everybody out!_\"\n\nNobody needed telling twice. Even the people who were staring in horror. Even the ones with their cell phones out. The dragoness was occupied, so they had a few seconds.\n\nBurton split his attention between watching the thing that had been his coworker curl around a customer and wrap her up in its wings and coils, like the worlds most reptilian, gender-ambiguous blanket, and the intruder leaping the counter, heedless of its burns, to go for the slower customers. How long before he could cut and run and still look himself in the eye? How much was he morally required to-\n\nSomething grabbed his arm.\n\nSomething with claws.\n\nHe followed the arm up. The armor plating. Some kind of...humanoid armadillo?\n\n_Funny. If you told me yesterday an armadillo would be the most terrifying thing I would ever see-_\n\nThe creature yanked him out the door.\n\n-Q-\n\nSheila couldn't move.\n\nIt was like she was curling up under the covers with a hot water bottle. Comforting. Dark.\n\nThe dragoness's chest - it was a _big_ chest - expanded against Sheila's. It locks its lips against hers, forced them open somehow, and breathed steam, steam that smelled, tasted of...coffee?\n\nSheila's eyes rolled back in her head, and the heat spread through her head, her throat, her stomach. It moved all the way through her, until steam issued from the hole underneath the little nubbin of a tail. A tail that was a peculiar color, like vanilla. A color that spread all over Sheila. Until it reached her crotch-\n\nHer back bucked, and her new cock slipped right into the darker dragon's folds. just as planned.\n\nAs they coupled, the two dragons filled the store with steam. Everyone human groped around blindly with hands which were soon talons, claws, or paws. They didn't find the exits, but they found each other.\n\nThere were, of course, an unusual amount of dragons. They spilled out of the store, past a pair of armadillos and what had been the escaped customers. Past a jellyfish and a koi that hadn't quite made it to the fountain.\n\nThe reptilian menaces spread their attention between a nearby jewelry store, and Bath and Body and Beyond, and provided both moral and physical support to a pack of dogs that refused to stay off the furniture.\n\nOr the employees.\n\nMya Ohn curled up in an hot tub and tried not to breathe. She had laughed internally when her boss had told them to sell it, on orders from corporate. It was _technically_ a bath, the boss had said, in the tones of voice someone uses when they don't believe a word they're saying.\n\nMya wasn't laughing now.\n\nAnd she was pretty sure she had heard her boss moaning.\n\nAnd something was sniffing around.\n\nThis was like the world's worst game of hide and seek.\n\nSomething blocked the light. Mya looked up just as drool splashed onto her cheek.\n\n_Oh no._\n\nShe lunged for the side of the tub, and the spotted bitch caught her arm. A second later, she landed back in the tub, hard, on her shoulder.\n\n_Ow._\n\nShe looked up again, and there were the spread legs of the dog-monster-thing. A fat, knotted cock bobbed above her vulva. The bitch positioned its slit above her face-\n\n\"_Wait!_\"\n\n-and sat down hard enough to crack Mya's head against the hot tub's plastic. By the time she was through, there was something scaly spreading her legs open, something that breathed smoke or steam into her-\n\nOh.\n\nWas this what a hot air balloon felt like?\n\nThe feeling of being limp, unsatisfied, then spreading into its true shape. Of feeling her legs, her hips stretch. Her teeth growing sharp. Her claws scraping the plastic of the hot tub.\n\nAnd most importantly-\n\nBy the time she stopped coming, both of her sisters were gone. On to the next conquest. To spread.\n\nSeemed like a good idea.\n\nThe fire salamander stretched out, and her empty eyes admired its new spots, its slick-looking skin, its fat tail. Some of it was covered in...spatter, but it could take care of that in a jiffy.\n\nIf only there wasn't the pressing matter of Cole. He was hiding under a bed, a few meters away.\n\nThe salamander slithered out, to give its former co-worker his re-orientation.\n\n-Q-\n\nThe dragons tore through the security gate easily. They fell upon the people hiding inside with almost as much ferocity as they pulled the shiny trinkets out of their cases, and sought the ones in the safes.\n\nThe manager was reluctant to help, but she soon came around.\n\nAnd then she just came.\n\nSome of the creatures curled up with their new hoard, and some of the dragons flew to the skylights. After a few seconds of effort, they wheeled toward a nearby bench, and flew it up to use as a battering ram. Glittering shards fell to the floor, and the dragons struggled through, their scales proof against the sharp edges.\n\nSome scientists have observed and studied the way birds move, the way they can make course changes in the same instant without any visible communication.\n\nPerhaps it was something similar that made the dragons wheel toward the vents on the roof.\n\n-Q-\n\nThe girl in sweatpants and a hoodie had been focused on the arcade machine for a while, and was well into her flow state. The place was dark and cool and she didn't mind the smell of freon.\n\nThen she lost a level. Fifteen seconds to continue.\n\nShe reached into the pocket and pulled out a quarter. Her last quarter. \"Can anyone spot me a-\"\n\nThe arcade was empty.\n\nEveryone had apparently taken their pants off. And shirts. They were just...lying around. Some laid in wet puddles that weren't just the normal spilled sodas.\n\nOkay, _fine_.\n\nWhen she cleared the level, she didn't immediately select the next one. Instead, she sniffed out some more quarters in various pockets. That is, she literally sniffed them out. She could smell the metal, somehow. of course, it was a little harder to actually see, since her nose was so big and black now, but she persevered.\n\nSay, that was a good idea! Her sweatpants were baggy, but they were still tight around the hips. She slid them off - after she checked for any stray quarters, of course - and resumed her stance at _Polybius_.\n\nWhat the-her tits were in the way! She couldn't see the controls anymore!\n\nFine. She bent over. This also kept her antlers from hitting the top of the machine. Her hooves felt better, like she was meant to bend over.\n\nSomewhere, at the back of her mind, some part of her was dimly aware that she was supposed to go out, and **spread** , but...she hadn't run out of quarters yet.\n\nHer cock dripped onto the carpet.\n\nSo she played on, with the glow of the arcade machine flickering in her blank, flat eyes.\n\nUnable to move.\n\nAlmost literally a deer in the headlights.\n\n-Q-\n\n\"If I could be a were-something,\" Oscar said, \"I'd be a chicken, because I get to lay eggs. And nobody would see me coming.\"\n\n\"You'd be a six-foot humanoid chicken,\" Gerald said.\n\n\"Exactly! Who expects a chickenoid to be dangerous?\"\n\nThe pet shop's back room, it may interest you to know, was on a separate HVAC system from the store floor. A quirk of the building's construction which would save Oscar and Gerald.\n\nBriefly.\n\nThere were several noises outside, not unlike a bunch of animals getting bigger, more humanoid, and, of course, much, much more excited.\n\nBoth teenagers half-rose from where they had been sitting. They could scurry into Eaton's office, but the door wouldn't keep out a determined chihuahua, much less those...things.\n\nGerald said \"Maybe we could grab a mop from the bathroom and turn it into a spear?\"\n\nOscar shook his head. \"Wouldn't work.\"\n\n\"Why not? Because we don't have a knife?\"\n\n\"Because it's made of plastic.\"\n\nGerald blinked. \"Oh, yeah.\"\n\n\"If they got past the gate...\"\n\n\"Can they change pets?\"\n\n\"Can..._can_ they _open_ doors?\"\n\nThe door burst open, and the creatures boiled into the background in a tidal wave of lust.\n\nPerhaps, in some dim way, they remembered their caretakers, and wanted to care for them in turn.\n\nOr perhaps they just wanted to **spread**.\n\nThey attacked Gerald first. Perhaps they trusted him more. Perhaps he gave them more treats.\n\nPerhaps they, somehow, knew he was slower.\n\nAs Gerald fell to the ground under the flood of fur and talon and claw, Oscar scrambled back, out of range. He edged away as the things ripped Gerald's pants off, ripped his shirt open. They went in straight through his boxers.\n\nHe screamed, reached out to Oscar.\n\nOscar just pressed against the wall, and shook his head.\n\nGerald said \"_Help me!_\"\n\nAnd Oscar ran. He had once been in track, the things already had Gerald. _I'm doing the right thing. I can't save him._\n\nJust before he turned the corner, he stopped, looked back.\n\nInto Gerald's empty, golden, slitted eyes.\n\n-Q-\n\nThe black and white Crown Victoria had been sitting in the parking lot for a full minute now.\n\nThe two cops watched, with jaws hanging low, as a team of the things worked together to bend a hefty bearded man over his own tailgate. He didn't get any less barrel-shaped, but a close observer might've been able to notice the widened hips, the two bulges in his flannel shirt. But you didn't need to look too close to see the thick fur spouting all over the bear's body.\n\nAnd it wasn't the only hapless victim. Just the nearest one. They could see them happening all over the parking lot. Several flying fluids had spattered on the closed windows already.\n\nThat had definitely not been a prank call.\n\nUnfortunately, the scene was so arresting both cops failed to notice the flock of dragons, birds, and other flying things headed straight for them.\n\n\"Kennison?\" said the man behind the wheel.\n\n\"Sarge?\"\n\nHis voice was dead level. \"Think those people care about regular bullets?\"\n\nThe younger officer leaned forward, and squinted. Slowly, she said \"I...don't think they care about anything but the nearest warm hole.\"\n\n\"Just what I thought. We are not up to this. Let's just back out of the lot before-\"\n\n\"They noticed us!\"\n\nMaher swore, shifted into reverse, half-turned, and stomped on the gas pedal. \"Kennison, get on the horn!\"\n\n\"On it.\" She called in the 261, then looked up just in time to see two things land on the hood with a series of _thunks_. Scaly, long, with wings and tails. One was coffee-colored, the other was a creamy vanilla.\n\nMaher looked forward, for half a second, then gritted his teeth and kept reversing.\n\nKennison said \"are those..._dragons_? What's wrong with their _eyes_?\"\n\nThe creatures bent over, toward the bottom of the windscreen.\n\nMaher caught it out of the corner of his eye. His brow creased. \"What are they doing? Eating the windshield wipers?\"\n\nKennison's eyes went wide, and she lunged for the AC intake switch, but it was already too late.\n\nSomeone took their foot off the gas. The Crown Vic bumped up against a minivan and stopped, its interior filled with steam. The creatures caught up, surrounded it.\n\nSome loped, padded, hopped, or flew off to get tire irons from nearby cars.\n\nA hand slammed into the car's glass from the inside.\n\nIt twitched, thickened, grew muscle and pads. The dog's claws scraped against the inside of the glass-\n\n-Q-\n\nThe store's bathroom was small. Just a sink that wouldn't stop dripping and a toilet.\n\nOscar locked the door behind him. Could he get out the window? No, even if he could, there were more of those things out there. He sat on the toilet tank instead, and put his feet on the closed seat.\n\nThe cops would be there soon.\n\n...Right?\n\n_Drip, drip._\n\nHe wrapped his arms around himself and tried to stop shaking.\n\nSomething touched his leg.\n\nOscar dove away. Or he would've, if something powerful didn't wrapped around his body. Like a bridge cable with scales.\n\n\"_Ossscar._\"\n\n\"G-Gerald?\" Oscar threw himself backward and forward, to no avail.\n\n\"Not anymore. Now, I'm ssso much better.\"\n\nIt was dark in the bathroom, but Oscar closed his eyes anyway. Something - two things - pressed against his chest.\n\n_Drip, drip._\n\n\"I really ssshould thank you. If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't get the pleasure of changing you myself.\"\n\nTwo things pressed against Oscar's stomach. Wait, didn't snakes have-\n\n\"I alwaysss thought you were hot. Shame you weren't gay.\"\n\nSomething pressed its lips to Oscar's. Something forked flicked into his mouth.\n\n\"We are going to make _so_ many eggs. I can't _wait_ to see them **spread** you open.\"\n\n_Drip, drip._\n\n-Q-\n\nThe mall maintenance office was a quiet room with unpainted walls, and a battered metal desk that was probably older than the mall itself.\n\nSilva leaned back in a chair just as old as the desk, with his feet up. He licked his finger, and turned to the next page of a glossy magazine his employers probably would've frowned at.\n\nHe had been engaged in this fashion for roughly an hour, since his partner left.\n\nThe door creaked open. Silva looked up as he said \"are you done checking out that empty...\"\n\nThe creature was like a rat, and yet...not. Rats weren't about human sized, with human hips, waist, and arms. Rats didn't wear the tattered remains of a janitor outfit with WATTS on the breast, an outfit stained with things Silva didn't want to think about. Rats didn't have those empty, flat eyes.\n\nDoll's eyes.\n\nThe nine-mil in the desk drawer was strictly against company policy. So Silva had never told the company.\n\nProblem was, Watts knew about it too.\n\nThey stared at each other. A bead of sweat trickled down Silva's face. His heart played a beat he hadn't heard since he came home from Grenada.\n\nThen they both moved.\n\nENDF\n\n**The Overflow**  \n2018 Nequ  \nCC-SA-NC  \nFan stories and fanart welcome.\n\n* * *\n\n* * *\n\nHere's a thought; according to most estimates, all the insects on earth weigh several dozen times more than all the humans. And this story's penis-popping, pussy-penetrating plague affects them as well - I'm not sure - we could end up with an insectile apocalypse.\n\nOf course, some kind of apocalypse would happen pretty definitely, since almost every human on Earth will end up an insatiable intersex invader. You think we'll see anyone farming instead of...you know? Stocking the shelves at Kmart? Forcing an ugly shirt on over their massive mammaries?\n\n\"Isn't Kmart dying?\"\n\nYou know what I mean.\n\n-Q-\n\nOther mall stories of mine:\n\n[Obeysance: Going Up (Latex hermification)](https://www.sofurry.com/view/773531)\n\n[Obeysance: Pet Shop Boi (Lizard TF feminization BDSM)](https://www.sofurry.com/view/826721)\n\n[Bad Dog, No Biscuit (Public TFTG?)](https://www.sofurry.com/view/668778)\n\n  \n  \n\n"}