Breeder Plague Chapter VI (part One)

Mark stared at his cock. How had this happened? He touched the thick shaft and gasped as he almost came from the touch. He could feel his balls, swollen with semen, ready to deliver their load into some woman’s hot… curvy…

Fertile body.

He growled. The very word called images of his women, his women, obedient to his voice, their bellies swelling, their tits heavy with milk.

His. Women.

Mark shook his head. What the fuck is going on? Right. First thing to do, is go talk to Judy.

Thomas wasn’t around. He’d probably left earlier. Where, Mark had no idea. But…

The first problem was that Mark needed some clothes. His normal clothes wouldn’t work—fuck, he remembered a guy who had been nicknamed Tripod who didn’t compare to him. He probably couldn’t even get his shorts up over his new cock, or hell, his legs, because he had more muscles than he believed possible.

Only…

Not like that. Mark looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he was muscled, but not like some roided-up guy, with hosepipe veins and blotchy skin. He was… Different. More natural.

Stronger. He reached down and gripped the bed with one hand. Then he pulled it up and it came up with only a little resistance, as he held it in one hand, the bed tilting to the side.

What the fuck. He remembered trying to get the damned bed in to replace the one that the previous college student had used… the one with very odd stains and odors coming from the mattress and the bed frame, which should be impossible, but hey, Mark figured if you worked hard enough at fucking things up, you’d succeed. But the replacement bed weighed nearly four hundred pounds, and he was lifting it like it was a fucking book bag!

Mark shook his head. Fine, I’m strong. That’s good.

Women like strong men. It let’s them know their man will provide for them.

Mark blinked.

What? Where the fuck did that come from?

But it felt…

Right.

Mark nodded. First, clothing. He had some oversized sweat pants for when it was cold and the heat glitched.

They were loose… now he could barely get them on, his cock clearly outlined against the fabric.

The shirt had the same problem.

Okay, time to go find Judy and find out what the hell is going on.

Turning Mark headed out. He didn’t bother with shoes, and barely remembered to duck before he smacked the doorframe.

I’m what, 6’6 now? Holy shit. Mark shook his head.

****

The corridor was quiet. There were a few people in it, and some of them were talking.

God, I was so fucking hungry last night, it—is that Mark?

 A few guys looked up at him, and some of them looked a little fitter than they had been, at least as far as Mark could tell. But they got out of his way. Really quickly, respect on their faces, maybe a little worry, as if a lion had just wandered into the school.

Mark didn’t really think about it. After all, well…

Men should know their betters…

That thought didn’t seem to wrong. After all, they gave way to him. He glanced over at one girl, who had been talking to her friend.

“It’s like they’re growing,” she’d said. “But how can they be? I’m in coll—“ her voice broke off as she stared up at Mark.

The girl wasn’t taller, but she was… rounder. Mark let his gaze roam over her body and that of the redhead by her. He’d seen them before and could tell that they’d put on weight.

Good. Women like them need to be healthy…

He walked over to them, looking down at them. They both looked up at him, lips parted. They were breathing heavily. He looked down at them, and the redhead blushed and looked down at her feet, then gasped as she caught sight of Mark’s cock, outlined in his clothes.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“I, uh, um…” The redhead stuttered and then fell silent.

“What’s your name?”

“Sondra,” she said.

“Kyoko,” her companion said, her gaze following Sondra’s.

“Look at me,” Mark said.

The two girls looked up at him, eyes wide.

“I…”

“I didn’t say talk,” Mark replied, a growl filling his voice. There was something about looking down at them, something that made him feel powerful. The sounds around them faded out. He saw that other girls were walking, books pressed to their chest, clothes a little tighter than they had been. Through the door, he could see the quad, a light dusting of white petals, adorning the lawn.

And while the men around weren’t anything like Mark… The girls were ducking their heads, timidly talking. He saw one girl who had been yelling at her boyfriend yesterday, now looking up at him, then down at the ground, before she murmured apologies.

But…

“You’re roommates.”

“Y…yes. Room 207,” Sondra said. “I… I need to go to the librar—“

“No. Get something to eat. Put some meat on your bones.”

“I…” Kyoko stared up at Mark. “Y-yes… I’m sort of hungry… Sondra… let’s go.”

“I may see you later,” Mark told them. Sondra blushed, and then they were heading outside, their hips swaying a little more than Mark had remembered.

Yes. They’d look good.

But Mark had somewhere else to be.

The lab. He walked past the quad, noticing some more couples on the quad, making out. And if the men’s voices were stronger, firmer, and the women’s more… passive, well, Mark didn’t really mind.

He’d take the ones he wanted. But right now, it was time to talk to Judy.

*****

The lab was closed. Not surprising since there were no classes today, and it was still early. But Mark figured Judy would be there. It wasn’t like she had much of a social life, after all. And he would talk to her, and find out—

“Humph,” he muttered. The door was open.

He walked in to the front of the lab, closing the door behind him. The windows all had their curtains drawn and as he passed deeper into the lap, he heard a gasping sob.

Judy? Is she okay? Mark growled. The thought that she—a woman might be in danger filled his with a primal anger. That was not how things should be. He started moving faster, coming to the break room where the sobs were coming from . They were Judy’s, desperate, pleading and…

He stared into the breakroom. Judy was there, on the ground, squatting, her lab coat tight on her frame, he could see how her assglobes were stretching the fabric, her hips curvier than ever… and she was squatting, turned away from him, and from her position…

She was trying to bring herself off.

“G-please… Gotta… Why do I feel like this…” Around her there were discarded snack containers, and candy bar wrappers.

The girl kept trying to bring herself off, wiggling, blind, and deaf to Mark’s presence.

Of course, she can’t… It’s not her place.

He chuckled. This was going to be fun…