‘Dr Gurtlychund, what’s happened to your hand?’ wailed Alexa.
‘I don’t know WHO THAT IS,’ came a bellowing bellow which rattled the beakers and tinkled the tubes around the lab.
Alexa stepped away from the wall, her heart ravaging the inside of her chest. She took tiny steps towards Dr Gurtlychund, her breaths short and sharp.
A second hand slammed down on the surface and Alexa squealed.
It, too… was green.
There was a low groan, almost like a growl, which deepened and became a roar. A guttural, animalistic roar. So strong and powerful it made Alexa’s clitoris judder with anticipation.
Then, one detail at a time, Dr Gurtlychund stood from behind the workspace to reveal himself.
His strong brow.
Piercing blue eyes.
Supple lips.
A wide jaw, like the trunk of a car.
Bulky, thick shoulders.
A flat stomach.
A bulge in his trousers the size of a medium-length python.
Legs.
And presumably feet, but Alexa couldn’t see those behind the desk.
His body had grown so much his lab uniform had torn. His thighs had obliterated his pants, muscle poking out like a cheeky kitten. His pectoral muscles were so large and toned they practically hummed. The tip of his penis winked out above his belt line, and Alexa was positive he wasn’t even erect. She couldn’t stop staring.
And it was… green.
In fact, all of him was… green.
And he was covered in small, green bumps, which sciencey people like Alexa called spike proteins.
Wait… if he had spike proteins protruding from his body, wouldn’t that mean he was…
No.
No.
It couldn't possibly be.
No.
But it could just be…
‘Dr Gurtlychund?’ asked Alexa. ‘Is that you?’
He shook his head.
‘Are you in there, Dr Gurtlychund? Bob?’
‘No,’ said the enormous green man. He was at least a metre taller than Dr Gurtlychund had been, and almost twice as wide.
‘Then… who are you?’ asked Alexa.
‘I don’t know.’
‘Do you know who you are?’
‘I think so,’ he said.
‘Or should I ask… what you are?’
He nodded, his bustling neck muscles contorting.
‘Are you… the virus?’
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘You’re Coronavirus? COVID-19?’
‘Yes.’
‘What happened to Dr Gurtlychund?’
‘I consumed him.’
‘Why?’
‘The injection… the vaccine trial…’
‘How?’
‘He had the virus. There were traces of the virus in the vaccine… vast traces… adding them together created more virus than a man could handle… I’m the result.’
‘You are COVID-19?’
‘Yes.’
He had a sad expression.
Alexa wasn’t sure what she felt.
It wasn’t fear.
It wasn’t anguish.
It was intrigue.
Perhaps a little excitement.
He stepped forward.
‘Don’t come any closer,’ exclaimed Alexa, even though she secretly wanted him to get closer. Much closer.
‘It’s fine,’ he said softly. ‘I can sense that you’re immune.’
‘Immune to the virus?’ she asked. ‘To… you?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You’re asymptomatic. You had the virus without even knowing.’
‘Does that mean Dr Gurtlychund was infected because of me?’
He nodded.
A single tear trickled down Alexa’s rosy red cheek and she closed her eyes.
This was her fault…
Suddenly a strong chonk of a finger rubbed across Alexa’s cheek.
The virus had wiped it away for her.
He had been strong, but soft. Assertive, yet caring.
Alexa’s clitoris floundered.
She shouldn’t be feeling this way.
She should be frightened. Terrified.
But she didn’t feel any of that.
The virus opened his hand and Alexa nestled her cheek into it. It was like laying on a warm, welcoming pillow. Soft and strong. Dreamy and happy. Some other nice things she couldn’t even describe.
‘I’m sorry, Dr Gurtlychund,’ she whispered.
‘He’s gone,’ said the virus. ‘I’m here now.’
She nodded and shuffled towards him. He opened up his body, allowing Alexa to be engulfed in his skin and muscles. She felt his convulsing member against her waist. It was so long and warm and fat, like an arm without the bones. She wondered what it would look like when erect.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked.
‘Call me Covid,’ he said.
There was something about being wrapped in his arms. She should have been scared, but instead she felt safe. The safest she’d ever felt.
She looked up at him. His eyes were striking, like a goat’s, but without the sideways pupils. She couldn’t look away. And they seemed to be growing. Bigger. Wider. Sexier.
But Alexa suddenly realised they weren’t getting bigger.
They were getting closer.
So close she could see the details in his face. The spike proteins lapping away from his skin.
His lips. So close she could taste them.
His tongue, so soft and hot, like a chunk of microwaved fish, sloshing around inside her mouth.
A big hand grabbed at her even bigger breast, clinging on like he was climbing a mountain. Covid tore at her lab coat, revealing her perfectly round perfect breasts. He lowered his neck and chewed away her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor so her breasts were unleashed. They bounced around like water balloons glistening in the summer sun. She had nice nipples.
Covid licked Alexa up and down. Her knees buckled and she fell, but Covid reacted fast and caught her, laying her down softly on the cool, tiled floor.
But she didn’t want him to have all the fun. She snatched at his pants, ripping what remained of them away, and releasing his beast of a cock. It swelled like a balloon being filled with helium, rising up, standing to command, begging for her to take it in her hands.
She grabbed it and began to stroke it up and down. Covid groaned but didn’t stop lapping at Alexa’s body. His cock rocked up and down with appreciation, the veins bulging out further than she’d ever seen.
She took him deep into her mouth, her throat stretching as he continued to grow, but this only enticed her more as she took more and more of his cock, slobbering all over it and grunting with appreciation.
Then he pulled it out and it made a popping sound.
Pop.
And he spun her over, clamping his hands down on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide so he could thrust his warbling member deep into her pocket of ecstasy.
It was like an earthquake had hit the lab. Covid thrust and thrust and thrust and all Alexa could do was grab hold of the table legs and try not to crack her teeth on the floor as she lay there open-mouthed, gasping, desperate to
