Flexible Infection - Hungry
#5 of Flexible Infection
Mike shook his head from under Cindy, "Wrong kind of fatal. Look, think about the lady we saw outside. She didn't want to be turned into a rubber skunk thing, but once it was done? She was fine with it. She was gone."
Cindy examined the egg in her hands, looking between Mike and Cindy. A part of her wanted to join her boyfriend, another...
"Are you sure it has to be that way though? I mean we're not being attacked. We're Calm, mostly. We could keep being us if we keep focused on it."
Chris pulled out the egg he had saved from earlier, "Again with the we. Are you thinking about eating that?" he asked, "Might as well. I don't think I can keep you two apart with anything less than a crowbar anyway." He tossed the egg, and it landed on Mike's belly lightly. The television had looped to the start of the broadcast.
"Citizens of the world. If you are receiving this broadcast, then things have gone as poorly as they can go. We of Zephyr Incorporated are here to help you, but you must listen to this, it is important that you remain indoors. Lock any and all exits to the outside and wait for assistance. If you see a contaminated individual, it is critical that you DO NOT make contact with them. The disease is extremely infectious and one hundred percent fatal. You will recognize our assistant crews by our logo, displayed to the upper right. Our vehicles will also display this logo. We are here to help you. If any-"
The message was interrupted by Mike, "Hey, Chris, could you grab my bag? I'm hungry."
Chris seemed surprised, "You thought to bring some? Good thing. That's the only food we have. What did you... Oh man..." Chris drew out the half eaten bag of jerky and the two liter of soda from the backpack and set them aside, "That'll last us half a day, maybe."
Cindy reached and plucked up the egg laying on Mike's belly, "What are you two worried about. We have a sink for water, and he's laying eggs. We got all the food we could want."
Mike burst into a short laugh, "Tell me you're joking. Those eggs turn people into rabbits. Also, whatever nutrition it has? Came from me already. What am I going to eat? Even if we forget about all that, it's chocolate. How long can we live on chocolate." He sank under Cindy, even his erection going a bit limp with worry over the situation.
Chris rose up to his feet and waved a latex hand at the door, "Well then we don't have much of a choice. We're going to have to head back outside and get some food. The mall isn't that far from here, and I doubt any cashiers are hanging around to take our credit cards."
"We're going to steal it?" asks Cindy.
"You can't steal in the middle of a crisis, you can only loot," replied Chris.
Both men suddenly looked to Cindy, who was voraciously eating the eggs, both of them, smearing chocolate over her lips as she hurriedly devoured them, then began licking at her fingers and lips to get the last of it. Half way through each egg, there proved to be an inner chamber full of yolk like material that splattered across her chest, cheek, and neck as she devours recklessly. Her eyes glazed a moment before she blinks and comes to, "Wow, those were tasty..."
"Why did you just do that?" asked Mike, "And are you OK?"
Cindy was still licking her fingers, and smearing them in the sticky white yolk that had splashed over her to lick that up as well, "I was just thinking about them, and they smelled so good, I had to have them." She smiles down at Mike, but the smile was wrong. Her teeth used to be straight, but now she had a powerful set of bucked teeth. Her hair began to bleach rapidly, becoming snow white, and two long ears projected from her head, "I never felt better though."
Chris shook his head, "You're changing even faster than we are." He pointed down towards her large upturned white tail, then looked back to the TV, "I don't mean to be a drag, but being stuck with two people fucking wildly is a bit awkward. At this rate we're not even going to be matching species."
Mike felt sorry for Chris, but found his hands idly caressing over Cindy's chest, massaging them as white fur crept over them, "It might be the disease talking, but having you with us doesn't sound like a bad idea to me."
Cindy smiled and drew away from Mike, moving towards Chris instead. Her chest was shrinking slowly as fur creeped downward. Her voice was lower as she agreed, "We're in this together, all the way."
Chris watched as Cindy's face pushed forward into a snout, becoming more rabbit than human, "Right... Well, we still need food, human or not. You two capable of getting dressed and not touching long enough to get that done?"
Chris' body was not immune to the changes affecting his friends. The black line of latex had spread upwards to his elbows. His forearms and hands entirely that of a female skunk dipped in rubber. Mike was entirely fuzzy around the thighs and lower belly, and his erection was more powerful than ever.
Mike was honest with the situation, shaking his head, "I don't think I could do it. It feels incredible, but it's hard to focus on other things."
Chris shrugged, "Fine. I'm the most normal looking, and changing the slowest. I'll go get us some food. When I get back, I'll knock three times, then two times." He rapped on the wall in practice, looking at the two, "I need you two to at least listen for that. Beyond that, do what you got to do."
With that said, he moved past the couple and started to undo the bar holding the door shut, "Don't open it for anyone else without that knock. No one. It doesn't matter what they say." He shoved the metal bar aside, "Don't forget to lock after me." He slipped past the heavy door, and his presence was lost as it solidly clunked back into place with the satisfying sound of bumping heavy metal.