Nikki groaned, her body slowly feeling flush. "What's wrong with me?" She whispered to herself, holding her trembling hands in front of her face. The sudden tingling in her chest caught her off-guard and she gasped at the feeling. "Oh god. What's happening to me?" Nikki croaked. As the feeling built, Nikki could feel her sweatshirt begin to tighten around her breasts. "No, oh god, no!" Nikki said, acting as if her words could stop what was already happening. "ALISON!" She began screaming.
Alison, for her part, was oblivious to the happenings inside of the library as she filled up the water bottle. Her mind wandered back to what life was like before the virus. Most of her professors said she would fail by the end of the semester. Granted, most of her professors had been afflicted by the virus within a week.
"ALISON!" Nikki's scream cut into Alison's thoughts. Filling the bottle half-way, Alison capped the bottle and ran back into room.
"Nikki, I'm here. I'm-" Alison stopped mid-sentence, staring at the bizarre scene before her.
Nikki's sweatshirt was beginning to bulge outward as her breasts were beginning to grow. The creases in her sweatshirt had quickly disappeared. As Alison watched, she could hear the sudden <i> snap </i> of her bra and the sound of stretching cloth. By now, Nikki had stopped screaming and was moaning to herself.
'Nikki?" Alison asked, her voice quivering with fear.
Nikki shook her head as she regained her senses, her growth temporarily halted. "Alison, Is that you? Ugh, Why is my sweatshirt so tight?" She asked.
"Nikki, um, I need you to remain calm." Alison said, slowly walking towards Nikki's slumped figure.
"Ugh, What are you-" Nikki stopped as she looked down at herself. Her breasts appeared to have grown to size of medicine balls. "What's happening to me?" She asked, panicking. Her sudden movements caused her sweatshirt to brush against her new sensitive nipples and she gasped at the feeling that ran through her body.
"Alison, ugh, can...can you take off my sweatshirt....please?" Nikki gasped between moans of pleasure.
Alison stood still, staring at the two orbs hidden under Nikki's sweatshirt. If she removed it, she might be exposed to the virus, but if she left it on, Nikki might grow again, ripping her sweatshirt while leaving Alison uninfected. Alison's mind began to weigh the options as Nikki groaned again....
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