Alex

My mind wandered from the economics textbook in front of me.  Why do they have pre-med students studying this stuff, anyway?  I sat in the large lecture hall and kept my head down whenever possible.  It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the meaningful stares I was receiving from the infected girls in my class.  I briefly snuck a glance at the area where they sat. 

Many of the girls in a more advanced state of the disease had become too large to fit in the standard seats, so a special section with large tables and chairs had been set up within some of the lecture halls as a stopgap.  The table surfaces were five feet above the floor to provide for their ergonomic needs. 

There were almost a dozen of them sitting there now, the shortest of which must have been 8 feet tall.  Some of them must have sensed my curiosity, because my gaze was met with more than a few hungry looks despite my furtiveness. 

They couldn’t have been more obvious about wanting me.  None of polite society’s ingrained hesitation to meet a stranger’s eye here.  I looked away and tried to focus, but it was difficult.  Though they made me a bit uncomfortable, I had to admit that my ego invited their desire with open arms.

I had taken to leaving class five minutes early to avoid them as they tried to mob me in the hall after each lecture.  Based on what Ash had told me, the virus in me drove them to it, so I had no illusions that it had to do with my looks... 

Ash.  I hadn't forgotten about the domineering bombshell.  I’d been tempted to call her many times to see if she could tell me more about my disease.  Laying eyes on her alluring physique again wouldn’t have been unwelcome either, if I was honest. 

El felt she was a threat to my safety, however, and clearly thought Ash was trouble.  Then again, she thought every infected woman was trouble.  She asked me to keep my distance from them.  The request was polite - it wasn't within her to forbid me to do anything.  At least, it never would have been before the virus, and thankfully, it didn’t seem to be changing her like so many others. 

I chose to honor her wishes with our nascent relationship fresh in my mind.

Today I was lucky; none of the colossal coeds were waiting for me when I reached the hall, so I hurried to my dorm room to get ready for the gym.  

As I got changed, I mulled over the mysterious workout gains I had experienced lately.  Since I had returned to school, muscle fatigue took much longer to set in, and my recovery periods were shorter. 

In four weeks I had gone from bench pressing 185 lbs to 310 lbs.  Not bad considering my moderate build.  I wasn’t even using supplements.  Similar gains came with my other exercises as well.  Increased stamina allowed me to double my daily run, and the inevitable joint pains that usually came after were gone.  Must be the virus, I guessed.  

Finishing up another record workout, I felt only mild fatigue as I made my way back to my room, still sweaty from my exertion.  Getting back, I noticed the lights were on.  I thought I turned them off when I left…and my roommate was skipping classes for the rest of the week to go visit his girl. 

There was almost no place to hid in out small room, however, so I shrugged it off and started pulling off my shoes. 

Boom! 

The sound of the heavy dorm room door slamming behind me scared the crap out of me.  Immediately I swiveled to find an immense women just inside. 

Fuck; Ash.

“Well, don’t stop on my account…” her rich feminine voice prompted me. 

My animal brain paralyzed me with fear at the sight of the giantess who had just cut off my only escape.  The doorframe was almost entirely eclipsed by her massive body.  She looked taller than when I had seen her on the subway, of course.  The door to my room ended somewhere below her shoulders. 

Damn, but she was gorgeous though.  The girls seen around campus seemed almost gangly compared to this beauty.  She wore dark skin tight jeans that kissed every curve of her lower body and a gray loose-knit cotton sweater. 

Her eyes didn’t leave mine as she removed her thigh-length lambskin leather jacket and scarf, tossing them onto my roommate’s bed by the door.  That sexy librarian look she had before was gone – I guessed she wore contacts too.

A satisfied smile slowly bloomed on her face.  She closed her eyes for a moment and visibly inhaled. 

“Ahhhh, yess.  I thought I had found you.  Your room smells like…you.” 

A cat with a mouse in its claws, she moved toward me, swaying her divine hips. Her four foot-long legs brought her to me in a mere three steps.

“How the fuck!?...” I blurted, finally finding my voice.  Clearly I was at the top of my game mentally.  

“You seem a bit bigger than before.  It must be true then…” she murmured to herself.

I grew irritated. She loved to do that – say cryptic things to herself as if I weren’t standing right there in front of her.  Or, from my perspective, below her.

“Me?” I asked, still as sharp as a tack.

Ignoring my cognitive fumbling, she reached down for me and grabbed my sweaty t-shirt, pulling it off briskly and holding it to her nose. She closed her eyes and a look of rapture stole over her features as she took in its scent. 

“I told you. I always get what I want. 

“You know, you really hurt my feelings when you didn’t call,” she pouted. 

“Then again, I didn’t get to where I am by waiting for my desires to come to me.”

She was looking right into my eyes with the hunger of a predator.  Confident in the captivity of her prey, she chose to play before making the kill.

The blank look in my eyes remained, so she sighed, indulging me, “Look, tracking you down didn’t take a crack sleuth.  You were wearing a university hoodie when we met, for Chrissakes!  Student records and housing info are trivial to obtain with bribery, and your lecherous RA removed the final obstacle” she nodded toward the door behind her.

Seriously?  This women had paid people off to get to me?  Why?  I was nothing special.  My pheromones might have made me attractive to infected women in person, but what would have brought her to such lengths to track me down?

Either my face communicated my confusion, or she was a mind reader. 

“I told you before, you’re different than most.  Your genetic makeup is compatible with the virus, meaning you have what it takes to be a Mate.  At least, you will eventually.  As I explained, your kind are extremely rare, so I’ve decided it’s in my best interest to keep an eye on you.” 

Damn, this woman was scary.  I could only guess what career she was in, but she obviously wasn’t living hand-to-mouth. 

“Keep an eye on me?”  Duh…. come on, Alex!  One of these days you’ll manage to string more than 5 words together around this woman.

“Right.  I thought it might have been for my money.” I came back sarcastically, at last finding my voice. 

“Or my stunning good looks… As a matter of fact, I was just returning a call from my modeling agency when I noticed you dropped in.

“Seriously though, you want a baby?  No offense, but you don’t strike me as the motherly type…  I picture you more as the ‘crush my enemies and dance upon their graves’ type”

She snickered at that. 

“God no, I don’t know what I’d do with a child.” 

She stared at my bare chest and bit her lower lip.  Her fervor was quickly being stoked as she panted heavily, her magnificent chest heaving.  The arcs of her bra showed, pushing through her thin sweater.  I was mesmerized with her aspiration. 

She knelt on the floor, bringing her lovely green eyes just above mine.  Her large, delicate fingers alighted on my pecs, still swollen from my efforts at the gym, and she started to caress my muscled form.  Silky fingertips sketched the lines of my flushed and chiseled chest, down the ridges of my serratus and obliques, and finally back up over the faint bumps of my abs, settling on my shoulders. 

She cupped each hand then and trailed them down my arms, feeling every bulge in her cool palms.   Her lovely scent had enveloped me now that she was so near, and thoughts of pulling away fled as I luxuriated in her expert touch.  It almost seemed like she was trying to work herself into a lather.  My body reacted to hers in kind, creating a pheromone feedback loop and ramping up our lust geometrically. 

“Mmmm.  I thought you had bulked a little. 

“I like you like this” she purred.

I couldn’t help myself.  I knew I had Elise, but I had long harbored fantasies of what it would be like to touch this feminine perfection.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out and placed my hands on the upper slopes of her breasts.  The feeling bleeding through her light sweater told me they were the perfect mix of pliant and firm.  Her warmth permeated my hands and I softly circled down around the outer sides of her mounds, giving them a small lift from the underside as I kneaded her flesh.  My hands stood no chance at completely cupping their bottom due to their size, but I could tell that she was naturally blessed – whether by birth or the virus – from the way they jiggled when I let them fall. 

My workout shorts were wicking my growing wetness away from my cock, now struggling toward release.

Seeing how hot her body made me, she humored me by pulling her shirt over her head and exposing her bounty.  Her black silk bra with lace overlay was clearly custom made to accommodate her needs, and it fit her to perfection.  My hands were again drawn to her exposed skin and began to caress her suppleness.  I was in a quandary – with the size of her chest, reaching her bra clasp from the front was beyond my ability.  Attempting to lift each breast out of its cup manually would likely have hurt her. 

Intuiting my concern, she reached behind her and freed what were surely the most glorious tits the world has ever known from their lacy prison, allowing them fall only slightly to their natural state on her chest.  Words failed me as I surveyed the perfect teardrops of pillowy flesh in front of me.  Her large nipples were thicker than my thumb and easily over an inch long.  Distended and flushed with her excitement, they crowned small dark areolas.

I was so distracted with her glorious chest that I hardly noticed when she yanked my pants down to my ankles.  Her eyes were glued to the raging hard-on that had sprung from my shorts, now standing at full attention and awaiting her whim. 

She bent over in slow motion toward her objective, completely enthralled by it.  Her breasts took on the form of twin zeppelins plunging downward, seemingly increasing in size as they fell. 

Ash suddenly gripped me violently by the arms and lifted me to the edge of my lofted twin bed.  Now standing, she was only a few inches shorter than I was, and her head was in prime position for her next move. 

I never thought I’d look small in a woman’s hand, but as she grasped my cock at its base with her left hand, I witnessed just that.  She tilted her head to the right and lowered her face to mid-way up my length.  Her tongue emerged sinuously from her mouth and she took one long, slow lick, all the way to the tip, with all the savor of a child with a popsicle on a hot summer day.  As her mouth reached the terminus, she finally welcomed me into her warmth.

Thoughts of Elise pierced the fuzzy veil that had been cast over my mind.  She did say she was okay with my dalliance, but love and trust were paramount. 

“I’m not exactly a willing partner here,” I lied to myself. 

She trapped me in my room, and clearly would accept no rejection this time.  In truth, however, I wrestled with the thought that I shouldn’t be receiving this…heavenly…oh… 

She started moving in earnest.

I smelled strongly of sweat and my own essence, but it seemed to have the opposite effect than I had anticipated.  She uttered a long, low moan and unzipped the top of her pants. Her right hand vanished from view as she continued to service me.  Pendulous bare breasts swayed gently in time with the bobbing of her head, their supremely soft mass brushing against my legs, driving me wild. 

Her expert tongue knew exactly where to attend. My pleasure mounted and my breath became ragged as I spiraled toward release. 

“Stop…  I’m close” I breathed. 

I wasn’t ignored, but my expectations were again defied when she only increased her motion, quickly bringing me to euphoric climax.  My body clenched and I furiously pumped into her mouth.  She continued to suck and swallow, cleaning me without drama.  I softened, feeling relaxed and peaceful as some of my drive evaporated.

She pulled me down off the bed and pointed to the couch behind me – I obeyed and sat.  Lidded green eyes inspected my nude form, revealing the desire she felt. 

Her body was lithe as she peeled off her jeans, thrusting out her magnificent ass and giving me a show in the process.  Her panties came last, but I could barely call the tiny black strips of lacy silk underwear.  She had a small patch of neatly trimmed light brown hair covering the perfect vee of her sex. 

She turned her back to me and stood tall, pride in her features evident as she slowly caressed the curves of her hips and behind, finishing so low on her long legs that I spied her pink sex peeking at me. 

Even in my satisfied state, I wanted nothing more than to jump off the couch and feel every succulent curve of her perfect behind.  I was a rapt audience as her show completed and she turned and moved toward me.  Each sway of her dangerous hips bringing the source of her scent closer. 

The scent was so powerful now that I could scarcely think.  Only the 8 foot 6 inch vision of sex incarnate in front of me could satisfy my dire needs. My body reacted to her allure by immediately returning my cock back to its former rigidity.  An unseen force tugged at my pelvis, implacably guiding it toward her succulent cunt. 

Her long, slender finger wagged at me when she discovered what my body was compelling me to toward. 

“Your turn.” Ash prompted as she turned back around, spreading her legs and proffered her dripping pink lips.    Her inner thighs glistened with her honey as she ordered me onward.

“Be a good boy and make me scream.”

Her statuesque form positioned her pussy at exactly the correct spot for my eager mouth.  A large hand provided gentle, albeit completely unnecessary, guidance toward her hot, silken folds.  The aroma whispered to me, pulling me forward.

From within me I discovered a kernel of something perverse, and the impulse to tease this dominant woman took me.  I held myself inches from her steamy sex and inhaled. 

She huffed in frustration, but allowed it. 

The backs of my hands trailed the lines of her hips down her vee toward her apex, each one barely kissing the creamy flesh.  She breathed in haltingly, right on the fulcrum of anticipation and satisfaction.  I decided her patience had been tested enough, and quickly sank my face into her hot, wet core. 

A long, low moan sounded from somewhere far above me as I worked my tongue gently across her lips and deeper within her. 

It was not my first time pleasuring a woman, but the experience was different in almost every way with Ash.  Her…everything was significantly larger and slightly intimidating.  I was an adolescent boy with a woman full in her flower.  I quickly realized, however, that I had more control than I was accustomed to thanks to the dexterity that her larger features lent my tongue.  This I liked. 

I was pleasantly shocked to note that her smell and taste were so delectable that I didn’t want to stop.  Nectar poured from her, coating my face and dripping down from my chin as I labored.  Her moans were coming louder and more insistent as I positioned a hand on the sheath over her clit and started rubbing gently.  

A large hand grabbed the back of my head and ground it into the giantess.  She shivered violently and I could tell she was near.  Furiously I worked my tongue as far into her as its length allowed and increased the intensity with which I manipulated her clit. 

My efforts paid the ultimate dividend when her warm, sweet juices finally flooded my face and her peaen of pleasure crescendoed.  I licked my lips, gathering the melon sweet essence as her body shook, and relaxed.

I grabbed a towel and wiped my drenched face, bending over to clean the floor where pools of her liquid divulged our carnality.  I had hardly a minute to finish when her large hands grabbed me and flung me back into the couch, my cock standing tall.  Hmm…. extremely tall, I must say.  Have I always been this big? 

I was still examining my cock when Ash brought herself to the couch and straddled me. Without ceremony or opportunity for denial, she slowly impaled herself upon me.  The couch creaked briefly under her weight.  Heavenly curves filled my field of view. 

The feeling inside of her defied description – my sensitive member was sandwiched in fields of warm, wet velvet.  Unseen agents manipulated my length as she pistoned above me.

I could tell she was using her considerable inner thigh strength to keep most of her weight from crushing me, but the pressure was incredible nevertheless.  I wondered at that, realizing that she must have weighed several hundred pounds.  How was this not painful? 

Her legs were too long to fit folded under her on the couch, she was forced to sway forward and back as I pounded into her from below, making her gigantic breasts sway and bob in a pleasing rhythm.  Even sitting up as much as I was able, her pouting nipples were beyond the reach of my lips as we fornicated.  Despite this mild disappointment, the two globes sandwiched my entire head, their weight slapping soft, supple flesh into the sides of my face. 

“Suffocation wouldn’t be so bad, if I can go out like this,” I mused.

She closed in on her finish, clutching my small body to her stomach tightly as she came.  Her form was shaking violently as I peaked myself, arching my pelvis to cum inside of her. 

She looked down at me in a fog with the closest thing I’ve ever seen to tenderness. 

“There’s a good boy.  Your goddess is pleased.” Her crooked smile was so beautiful.  

Her purr ran down my spine and stimulated me even in my hazy state. Was I reacting to pleasing her, or the sound of her voice? 

I was reassured as the sultry temptress disappeared and she said, “Don’t worry, if you’ve only been with your girlfriend and I, you shouldn’t be able to impregnate me yet.”

Standing free of me, Ash languorously stretched this way and that trying to work out the cramped position she had taken during our coupling. 

“What does that mean?  Are you saying it has something to do with how many infected women I’ve fucked?” I said, matter-of-factly.

“Really now, Alex!  Such language!  I didn’t think you had it in you.”

The look I shot her was not friendly. 

Once more she turned serious, “Yes, just so. 

“My research indicates that male infected who are truly compatible with the virus, called Mates in some circles, experience a number cumulative changes as they come in contact with a female infected’s…essence.

“In most documented cases, this involves changing the Mate’s body; preparing it for the rigors of sex with larger females.  You recall that I alluded to this when I arrived; you’ve bulked up somewhat, but it’s not just muscle growth.  Muscle density, bone density, tendon and ligament strength, endurance, and reaction times are some of the known adaptations.”

I still hadn’t moved.  Sitting naked on the couch, I toweled myself clean.  She looked appraisingly at my limp member and continued.

“It’s common to have other evolutionary traits as well, but they vary greatly by subject. You seem to have done well though.”  Her crooked smile appeared. “Unless that’s all you by birth…. In which case, congrats.”

“So what about the infertile/sterile thing?” I asked, now in full-on learning mode.

She started cleaning herself and she sat next to me on the couch.

“It’s really a whole lot of speculation, to be honest.  One theory is that the virus originated on another planet.  The original host species for the virus could have evolved while incorporating traits that the virus imbued, creating a form of symbiosis.  You have to admit, most traits it bestows are actually positive for natural selection.”

Long, gorgeous legs distracted me momentarily as she started to pull her pants on.

She continued, “But then, why would the females be the sole recipients of the growth symptom, you may ask.”  I nodded.  “No one really knows, but what if their family units were structured differently from ours?  If their males felt no instinctual obligation to remain and defend their mates and offspring after reproducing, the females may have needed the added size to protect their offspring from dangerous predators.

“Personally, my hypothesis regarding the male potency has to do with the virus making them better seed donors.  Studies indicate some signs that the human male infected sperm cumulatively gain potency with each partner he has.

“What if the virus allowed the original host males to incorporate DNA from each of their female partners into their gametes, creating stronger offspring?  This also aligns with the notion that the alien males were extremely promiscuous, having many partners and shunning familial attachments.

“Obviously, there are some marked differences between human males and the original infected, assuming they existed.”

“Like what?” I asked. 

Again, my mind wandered as she loaded her breasts back in her bra and started pulling her sweater on, flipping her hair to free it from under the shirt.

“Well, for starters, human infected males are nearly sterile.  It appears that the additional traits that are gained through mating with multiple infected partners are somehow coded into the male sperm, though all that’s known for certain is that they manifest as an increase in potency. As there have not been any known offspring of human infected, it’s impossible to test the veracity of the theoretical female trait cross pollination effect.  And then there is the fact that so few males are actually compatible with the virus in the first place, even if they are a carrier for it.

“Either the male genetic makeup of our two species is simply too different, or our scientists mucked something up when they tinkered with it.  My money is on both.” she posited.

Was she some kind of scientist?  This sounded too legit…   

She slouched on the couch and crossed her legs, facing me with a smile.

“It’s not just you males, either.  We female infected are, for all intents and purposes, infertile to human sperm anymore.  Only the augmented seed of a Mate can impregnate us.  …we hope.” 

A thought briefly crossed my mind; how different my relationship was with her than Elise.  We had wild, passionate sex only moments prior, but I felt as though I might have been harassing her if I laid my hand on her thigh just then. 

What made me feel better about it was the knowledge that I had no desire to touch and cuddle with Ash.  My feelings just didn’t extend to her that way. 

Elise was everything to me.  Sexy, fun, smart, and compassionate.  I missed her.   

It was just then that I heard a loud knock on the door.  Ash handled it for me.

“Alex is busy; go away!”

My blood froze in a flash as I heard the most beautiful voice in the world’s quiet reply:

“Alex?”

Oh my God!  Elise was here?