[Cure] Francheska's Cure
#8 of Cure
Miles south, the moon floats over a compound in the Arizona desert. Surrounded by barbed wire and chain link the series of postess, of all things, at the structure of the blank version that had started all of this. That system was now being used for things she was not privy to and while she was upset at that fact, it was why she was now where she was. The government wanted to keep a brilliant mind like hers where they could put their hands on it and while it wasn't she had wanted to be doing with her life it was right where she wanted to be; She could do all the research she wanted on the virus after all.
Currently, her official task was to find a common element between the strains, They insisted it existed. She had hunches to the contrary. After seeing all she had, it was hard to believe that they had all come from one source. Some strains were just too different. That aside, her real reason for working late like this was so that she could work on her own project: Her own personal Cure.
On the monitor lines of blue text scroll by in the black console as, for the ninth hour in a row, she waits for a simulation of the "Cure" virus to end. In six months the virus had splintered into twenty or more strains, each with their own unique characteristics. Each strain in competition with the others. It was obvious the virus was evolving far beyond just an infection. A thought that lead to many nights like this one. Could a new strain be manufactured? Would the current strains divide further?
Slumping onto the stool in front of her computer she thought about the day the news had broken. A girl had entered the locker room of her lacrosse team and pretty much flooded the college gym with infected milk. Still in college herself at that time, Francheskah felt a odd thrill as she watched the footage of girls soaked in milk slowly bursting out of their tops. When, days later, it was revealed the culprit was an experimental viral cure for aids gone rogue, she started work on the program that now ran on the computer before her.
Only days into her work, the government had somehow found out about it and quickly acquired her and her program, believing it a good way to get ahead of the "Cure" and find a way to halt its advance. That, however had never been her intent. Since before that fateful day in Colorado, as she watched those fourteen girls explode into the epitome of sex, she had been trying to find a cure for herself.
She had always thought herself lacking, between her boyish looks and her social ineptitude. Though until that event six months ago, those feelings had just been albatrosses around her neck. Distracting as they were she didn't let them hold her back when she left for college. She'd had a few boyfriends, even had sex with one of them. It was then that her drive to change had grown beyond just an idle wish. A drive that had a chance of realization now with the "Cure."
Over the past two months she had crunched thousands of equations and run hundreds of simulations. All in the pursuit of one question: How many times could a person be exposed to the "Cure" before losing themselves. That really was her only reservation. Only hours after those girls had been infected they had lost their humanity and become containers for the virus. This last simulation was the final answer and would confirm her predictions: without repeated exposure the virus' effect stabilized after a few days and went dormant after a week. Just one bout of infection wouldn't render her a sex vegetable.
She taps her foot impatiently, as the scrolling numbers reach their tenth hour of life. A tapping that suddenly grows more pronounced as they begin to finally shrink, the simulation confirming her predictions. She pulled out her thumb stick and threw her coat on, dropping the device in her pocket and hurried to the door of her lab, only remembering as she reached to open the door to control her expression. Her hand on the knob, she checked the clock on the wall. It was two am and the laboratory complex would long have been empty.
"Well, its now or never." she whispered as she pulled the door open.
As the door slid shut, the screen reached single digits scrolling down the right hand side of the screen before the program seemed to terminate. The cursor blinked on and off, as if hesitating. Then from the black of the terminal a wall of numbers burst into brilliant pixelated life, filling the screen with endless zeros until the RAM over flowed and the computer blue-screened. Francheska missed all of it, already halfway down the hall, sandals clapping, heading towards the the elevator that would take her down to the restricted labs.
The elevator car, which heads down with agonizing sloth, was the size of a moderately large room. She remembers that the ground level is only part of a much larger complex. The entire facility had been designed in the early 80's, to provide a strategic command in the event of nuclear war, so it made sense to have an elevator that could move tanks or planes. Since the outbreak it had been converted into a forward command post. She wished they'd just had the oversight to include normal sized elevators.
Coming to a stop, on a floor that the elevator rendered as B3, there was a soft ding and the doors open to guard desk in front of the imposing second level security fence. Why they had caged the lower levels in she wasn't sure. Military paranoia presumably.
"Hey, Fran. Working late again?" one the the guards asks as she walks towards them.
"Yeah...you got me, private." She laughs in what she hoped was a confident manner, while flashing her badge. The guards at the desk check somethings and then buzz her into the cage. Absently she notices that under all that armor both were female. With a mental shrug she step through the door in the web of heavy steel bars. Beyond the cage there was an elevator that only a handful of people on base had access to: a library to store the DNA of everything of the planet. Recently one of the chambers had been converted over to a containment area for the "Cure" in an attempt to study it in a controlled environment. She'd been down once before, to get an accurate reading to base her program on, and then avoided the area.
Swiping her badge, the panel dings and the more reasonably sized doors slide open. The ride down to the DNA chambers is almost unbearable, she was moments away from success. The elevator opens to another locked door. After swiping through it miles of maze-like hallway greet her. Someone, with a horrible sense of humor, had designed the halls for the library like a tree. Granted it made it very easy to find the vault where the Cure was being stored and with a few steps and quick turns, she stood at an airlock. From when she entered the code she had an hour until the guards would check on her.
Entering the code she had been issued she was instructed by a robotic voice to strip down and leave all belongings outside. Shedding her coat and clothes, she walked into the lock room, her flash drive pressed into her palm. The heavy metal slides closed behind her and with a flick made to look like a flinch, she swallows her flash drive just as the near scalding water begins to play over her pale skin, her body being sterilized for the room. She slides the pony tail out of her hair and holds onto the rubber band, hiding its presence by ruffling her slowly soaking hair and letting it fall over her slender frame. The door on the far end of the lock opened, the steam rapidly being sucked out, as the green light of clearance floods the clean room.
At the other end of the lock was a room of canisters lit by a single hanging lamp. The walls stretched far up into the shadows beyond, their height only evidenced circles of light, some green but many red, looking down on her like eyes. Stepping into the room it felt like she was being watched, as if the canisters knew what it was she was about to do. She shrugs it off, her soaked body shaking with anticipation. She walks to the console in the middle of the room, slipping into the lab coat hanging on the back of the only chair. Robbed, she walks to a ladder and grabs hold of it, dragging it along until she reaches her destination. Hand over hand she flew up the ladder, her eyes scanning for...
"Ah!" She slides to a stop and grasps one of the containers. It was a little larger than a melon, slinging the strap over her arm she pushes the ladder left until her eyes catch the second canister she was looking for. Pulling it out and slipping it over her other arm she slid down the ladder back to the floor of the chamber. She sets both of them on the floor next to the console and then opens her mouth, sliding her tongue out and retrieving her flash drive. With a giddy laugh she cracks the plastic on the front of the terminal and slides flash drive into the terminal's exposed usb port. As the program loaded she slid the canisters into their slots on the far side of the terminal. Her fingers played over the keyboard, as window after window opened and asked for input.
She had perhaps one good shot at this. As everything fell into place, she did one last double check on the the formula and then with held breath, clicked the synthesize button. There was a hum and then a ding as a vial of purple liquid rises out of the terminal. Sliding her hair tie over her her upper arm she taps the curve of her elbow until a vein shows. Stabbing the vial with a needle, she hesitated. Was she really going to do this? Was it worth the risk?
"Oh fuck it, I'm tired of waiting!"
She plunges the needle into her skin, emptying its contents into her veins. Almost instantly a chill comes over her, like ice was spreading through her blood, as the virus began to rewrite her genetics to suit the requirements she had given it. As she slips to the floor she stares, transfixed, at the monitor's display.
'Formula : 2 parts Fut, 3 parts Hyp.
...Strains Successfully Combined'
She balls up on the floor the freezing feeling creeping over her whole body. She wondered too late if this would really work and not completely make her lose her mind. A pulse in her core shook her to the tips of her fingers, a fire coming to light inside the ice. A hand slides between her legs as the heat rises, her fingers rubbing and pulling on her throbbing clit. As she takes a breath she feels it twitch and then her hand was wrapped around the shaft of a small penis that with each passing second was growing larger. Rolling onto her back she grasps it with all her might, tugging at the uncircumcised skin with a ferocity that almost hurts. She can only hold it with one hand for a few seconds though as the circumference of her shaft quickly passes the average point and tips into the domain of the gods. The huge shaft towers over her as she slides her fingers up the oddly slick, and still very sensitive skin, to the tip. She has to strain to reach the tip, the head of her still expanding member now more than a foot from it's base. With a large pulse it grows again, forcing its foreskin apart, causing the trapped torrent of pre-cum to roll down her shaft and coat her torso.
Entranced by the huge, and still growing, head of her penis she pulled it down to look at it, only to have something soft and squishy interrupt. So caught up in the growth of her now two foot cock she had totally missed out on the rapid, and unexpected, growth of her breasts. Shifting her now twice melon sized tits out of the way she slips her cock into her mouth; the urge to pump the slick, pliable shaft becoming more mind numbing. As her tongue wraps around her head, her hands unconsciously begin to knead her shaft with her throbbing tit flesh. Within seconds she felt her body clench before relaxing in an explosion of cum that let her coated in her own spunk.
The feeling was everything she had ever wanted. Feeling utterly complete, she wraps her arms around her shaft and rubs her face along the smooth gooey surface of her head. She lays like this, the throbbing slowly subsiding, and her body changes slowly coming to a halt until, as the heat vanished, so did her new appearance. Her cock began to shrink, it's head sliding between breasts that were beginning to recede. It seemed the HYP strain only really became active while she was stimulated. An unforeseen draw back that, as she strained to stand under the weight of her torso engulfing breasts, she realized was probably for the best.
It took the better part the remaining time for her body to go back to a reasonable size. Time she spent cleaning up evidence of her experiment. Even then, as time ticked closer to the hour limit, it was still a noticeable difference. Her board chest now sported handfuls of tit and between her legs her penis was still a good seven inches long. That worried her, there was no way she would be able to -
"Professor? Are you alright?" crackles over the intercom.
"Oh I'm fine." She responds as she quickly pulls the lab coat back on and buttons it up, the chest tight. Dropping her flash drive and the still nearly full vial of purple liquid into her pocket she checks herself in the monitor's reflection. Her skin was flush, her hair a mess, but other than that there were no obvious signs of her changes or the secrets she now concealed. The door slides open and the friendly guard from earlier steps into the chamber. Francheska turns and laughs. "Silly me, I must've fallen asleep." She forces a big yawn that she cuts short as she feels her body twitch.
"You work too hard." The guard responds, not seeming to notice anything off. "What were you doing anyway?"
"Oh just an experiment. Classified, you know, that kind of stuff." She lies trying to get the conversation over with as the heat from before starts to rise again.
The guard nods and turns to leave. Francheska lets out a sigh. The guard is almost to the door when she looks back at the chamber. "This place is really cool, you know. They built it as a haven for the planet."
As the guard droned on about how interesting being stationed here was, Francheska could feel her cock growing. Inwardly frantic she tried everything she could to stop the slow creep of her shaft along the inside of the lab coat.
I cant! Right now I'm contagious, She mentally screams. It'll be at least four days before I can even so much as sneeze on someone much less continue my experiment...
But, as her eyes wander over the private's body she can't help but undress the soldier; peeling off the layers of body armor and fatigues to the woman beneath. Unable to resist any more, she rushes across the room and pulls the guard back into the room. Throwing her to floor Francheska mounts her and shoves her swelling member into the woman's mouth, pumping her until a flood of cum pours out, nearly drowning the soldier.
With an amazing feat of will Francheska looked away from the still standing guard and forced herself to sit down at the terminal and look busy. After the guard still didn't leave, her cock now pushing the buttons on her coat to breaking point, she half turned to the other woman. "Private, I'm REALLY busy. Can we have this conversation some other time?"
"Sure thing. I'll be back in another hour." The guard said.
"Oh, it's alright. I'm almost done. Just have a few more lines to work out." She said before breaking off into another much more real yawn. "Ten minutes tops," Just enough time to collect myself before trying to make it to my office so I can sleep on my couch she finished in her head. "Five if I'm lucky."
The guard nods and steps out of the room, leaving Francheska alone with her pounding need, cum starting to soak through the canvas fabric.
"Ugh. How DO men deal with this?" She growls before laughing. Wiping all evidence of what she had just done from the terminal's history she quickly made her exit the chamber once her cock had relaxed to a reasonable size. The thumb drive and vial of her Cure tucked safely between her breasts.
Afterthoughts:
Originally part of the Vast Expanse Episodes, Francheska's story ended up part of the main arc cause i wanted to play with her some more.