This choice: Alison runs into the other girl, She's infected too! • Go Back...Chapter #7Alison runs into the other girl, She's infe... by: Jackal   Alison glanced over her shoulder as she ran, watching as Stacey and Vicky started falling behind. Smiling to herself, Alison continued to run. Unfortunately, she wasn't paying attention, and she ran into someone.
"Ow! Sorry about that-"Alison started, the words dying in her mouth. The girl Alison had seen before now stood in front of her, and she was obviously infected, her massive breasts obscuring most of her torso. Alison's scream caught in her throat as Vicky and Stacey rounded the corner, their lips growing into wide smiles as they cut off Alison's only way of escape.
"Open wide." The new girl smiled, thrusting her nipple into Alison's mouth, easily done by the girl's silent screams for help. Alison squirmed, trying desperately to escape, but soon she was drinking it just to get a breath. After what seemed like hours, the girl finally pulled herself off of Alison, her swollen breasts still dripping milk. Alison gasped and panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Leave her, she can let out her 'enthusiasm' here, we don't want to be re-infected." Vickey said, already turning around and leaving back the way they came. The other two disappeared behind her.
After Ten minutes in solitude, Alison felt like crying. She didn't want to be infected! She didn't want to be alone! But her fears were quickly swallowed up as she felt her bra becoming increasingly tight. She squirmed, desperately trying to get out of her tight clothes before the changes really began. Her hands struggled to remove her bra from beneath her shirt as her breasts started to expand rapidly. Fighting the urge to just wait it out, Alison lifted her shirt, allowing her bra to fall to the floor, revealing her massive mams. Her eyes drifted on her growing bust. They were already the size of soccer balls. Alison continued to stare as her breasts continued to grow, squirting milk all over the place. Alison, who could now barely reach her hyper-sensitive areola, began to massage her nipples, moaning as pleasure fired through every nerve in her body. She screamed as her body finally reached its climax, leaving the poor blonde out of it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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