Virus                       by: Destiny

 

Part 9

Sam disappeared back into the bedroom to get dressed. It was a fairly easy choice of clothing; panties, sports bra, pantyhose, jeans and a T-shirt. Sam was still amazed how the sensations as getting dressed as a woman were totally different to that as a man. Sam slipped on a pair of flat shoes, from the previous days shopping, and a leather jacket. Just before leaving the room Sam stole a glance in the mirror at the sexy woman that was there, and was suddenly struck with an impulse to apply a little makeup. Nothing fancy, just a bit of foundation and lipstick, Belinda had demonstrated both yesterday before going shopping.

As Sam finished applying the lipstick she looked at herself in the mirror and got up to leave. Sam stopped half way to the door, what had she just thought? She had just thought of herself as a she. Sam paused to think about that, when had she begun to think of herself as a woman? Sam supposed that it had started last night as she talked with Belinda, but it was with Greg's admission that her condition would be permanent, that she had finally abandoned her masculinity. Sam wondered about how easily the transition had been, then realised that it would take time to sink in. Probably years of therapy ahead, she thought. Greg's voice suddenly cut into her ponderings.

"Come on Sam. Belinda and I are waiting, and so is our transport."

"Yeah, hold your horses Greg I'm just coming"

"I don't know Sam," Greg said as Sam emerged from the bedroom, "you're a woman for only three days and already you take ages to get ready."

"Watch it Busty." Sam good naturedly replied. She noticed Belinda was wearing the same outfit she'd abandoned on the main room floor last night. She was trying, not very hard, to hide a smirk. Sam's last remark was aimed at the way Greg had suffered from the virus's effect. He had developed a massive pair of female breasts, about DD size. Greg privately thought that it was going to be a very common name quite soon, but held his tongue. Belinda, for her part appraised Sam, she was pleased with the way Sam was reacting. It was a marked difference from last night. Obviously their chat had done some good, Belinda was glad of that as she had just discovered what love at first sight meant.

"Let's go." Greg said, and led them out the room.

Sam was surprised when Greg led them, not to the carpark, but to the roof. Her surprise about that was nothing compared to the shock she got when she saw what was waiting on the roof. Sitting on the roof was on of the very latest Night Eagle attack helicopters, there were two others hovering just a few metres away. Sam was astounded, she wondered just how Greg had pulled this one off.

Sam got into the helicopter followed by Belinda and Greg, she saw that the pilot and gunner were both wearing isolation suits. She was about to say something when Belinda gave her a hug, Sam decided it wasn't important and snuggled up against Belinda. It felt odd to be the one doing the snuggling and Sam knew that she was definitely going to have to get used to being a woman. Greg tapped the pilot on the shoulder and the helicopter took off.

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Natasha stalked around the warehouse that she had made her base of operations. Like Sam she had had to make the adjustment to womanhood in order to spread the virus. Unlike Sam she positively enjoyed the feelings that her new body gave her, of course the fact that her lust for vengeance had totally deranged her helped. She had had great success in binding the very latest of the late Franz Schmidtt's research, with the original virus. Now she had a disease that she could really use as a threat. This new strain would not just be limited towards men, it would infect anyone. The effects of this new virus would turn anyone infected by it, which Natasha planned would be everyone, into a baby girl and hold them at that age forever.

She returned to the breeding chamber she had set-up to breed the viral forms. Natasha smiled as she checked them, they were almost ready for release. Natasha had a weather balloon prepared so that all she had to do was load the release chambers up and let it go. The feeling of anticipation was almost as good as the satisfaction she had got after sealing her foes into that room. The feeling of satisfaction became a warmth in her groin. Natasha checked the timer on the chamber, 15 minutes left. Time enough, Natasha decided, to enjoy one of the benefits of femininity and walked to her sleeping corner stroking her crotch.

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The attack helicopters sped across the landscape at a truly terrifying rate. Sam had glanced out of the door at one point and thereafter spent the rest of the journey clinging to Belinda's arm. Eventually they approached a nondescript set of warehouses and the lead helicopter dipped down to land. The other two adopted a circling pattern watching for any signs of life, and ready to blow it off the face of the earth if they saw any.

Sam, Greg and Belinda jumped out of the lead helicopter and it took off to join the others. Greg had explained the plan beforehand. They were going to look for the Iraqi agent on the ground and if possible get any information off of her. If there was any sign of trouble the helicopters would blow the place sky high. Sam was not entirely comfortable with this but was willing to take the risk.

They split up to investigate the various parts of the buildings. Sam crept along the outside of the main warehouse noting the car hidden in a shed. Someone didn't want to found here that was for certain. She raised her radio to report her discovery, but before she could say anything a distorted cry came over it. It sounded like Greg's voice, then another cry followed. Sam was scared, the second voice was definitely Belinda. In the sky the helicopters changed position lining themselves up for attack.

Sam ran into the main warehouse and was brought up short by the sight of her friends lying on the floor in front of the Iraqi woman. Sam pulled her gun out of her holster and aimed at the woman's head.

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As Natasha finished masturbating she heard the sound of approaching helicopters and knew that she had run out of time. She raced back to her makeshift lab, wasting no time on thoughts of how she had been found, and started transferring her samples in to the balloon. Outside the tone of the helicopters changed, it was landing. Natasha grabbed her rifle, this was loaded with nothing more sinister than tranquilliser darts, after all she may want prisoners.

She easily spotted the first intruder as he crept into the warehouse. Natasha narrowed her eyes as she recognised her target whom she'd supposedly left for dead. She smiled a thin bitter smile when she saw the effects the virus had on him. She raised the dart gun and fired. Almost immediately she saw the second figure a woman she did not know, slotted another dart into the gun and fired again. She stalked over to the fallen pair and was about to fire a second, fatal, dart when she heard the audible click of a gun being cocked behind her.

"Put the gun down or I will kill you." Sam was amazed that her voice stayed steady, given how nervous she felt.

"Will you really, I don't think you will." Natasha recognised the voice as that of the girl that she had first transformed. She knew that she had one chance. She threw down the rifle. "I suppose that you want me to surrender now."

Sam nodded not trusting herself to speak.

"Of course you do. But if you look in the back room you'll find a weather balloon full of a very special present. It should be about ready to be launched, are you ready for a world full of babies. You can arrest me or stop it, your choice."

Sam looked over her shoulder then turned back to face her foe. "Damn you." She spat and raced through to the lab.

Natasha laughed, and pausing only to aim a kick at the unconscious Greg, ran to the shed where she had stored her car. Amateurs, she thought, they hadn't even disabled her getaway option. As her car roared out of the shed she found herself giggling, even if that silly girl stopped the release she could always make more. She would have her revenge upon the world. A roaring sound filled the air and Natasha started, she had forgotten the helicopters. Natasha looked in her rear mirror, three Night Eagle helicopters were shown in it. It was a sight she would remember for the rest of her life, it was no great feat of recollection.

Sam stared at the timer on the balloon, it was set to release the Virus in about two minutes. The sound of an enormous explosion filled the air. Sam was frantic what could she do to stop the timer there was no off switch? She pried the cover off the mechanism, underneath was a mass of wires and electronics. they all seemed to lead to two different wires, one blue, the other yellow. Which was she to pullout? Sam decided that it would be a fifty/fifty chace of getting it right. Closing her eyes she pulled one. When she opened her eyes, she saw the timer had stopped. Sighing with relief she pulled out her radio and informed the helicopters of the situation. The world was safe, now she had to sort out her love life.

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EPILOGUE

The United Nations took possession of the new virus, but despite all research no cure could be found for the original strains.

Sam and Belinda eventually got married and, apart from a few fights, lived happily ever after.

Greg made a fortune from the shares in Victoria's Secrets and other companies.

Therapists were in constant demand as 90% of the worlds men became women. There were hundreds of suicides and breakdowns but eventually the world learned to live with the changes. The lives of every person on the planet

changed. But those are other stories!

The End?

 

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