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The Weaponized MILF Virus & The Scientist's Three Sons
🕑 Added 2022-12-05 06:00:05 +0000 UTC
"Sorry, I'm late Thompson."
"That's okay. I just got in, too."
"So what's the damage today?"
"Our last holdout mouse, Winson, finally turned."
"Fuck."
"Yep, in a matter of 48 hours the majority of our male lab mice have become females. They've appeared to age as well. Lab notes show they strangely maintain high fertility for being 40% through their life cycle. It seems to only impact males at the human equivilent of 18-25 years of age. After the change they become insatiable for sex. Many are pregnant already and frantically building nests."
"Tell me again — Which idiot at the Pentagon wanted to weaponize Second Puberty?"
"The same one who said he wanted a "Dawning of a New Age in Warfare.""
"Idiot."
"To be fair, Johnson, this project HAS been a success. We have weaponized all forms of Second Puberty successfully and they are stable in confinement. All but Early Onset MILF that is."
"Yeah. That's one big BUT."
"That's what she said."
"Very funny, Thompson."
"Oh I meant to tell you. The Pentagon is requesting we keep quiet for now and keep this contained as long as we can."
"Contained?! It's not fucking contained! We have a huge problem NOW. If we don't find a way to reverse this and rush immunization for the current spreaders, we will have another fucking pandemic on our hands. Instead of our enemies dealing with the consequences, it will be our country that has no military aged recruits to serve."
"I meant to ask: how are your sons?"
"They're loose out there. Losing their minds to the virus. They are all in the target age category. It's so frustrating, they refuse to comply with my instructions. They're so. . . feminine. All I can do is follow them on my phone's shared location. My youngest son finishing up at the spa."
"Can't we call the Pentagon to bring them in and keep the in containment?"
"They refuse to. I've asked. It's almost like the simultaneously want this to spread while they are asking us to clean up the mess."
"I know. It's weird. A trace must have been brought home on your clothing."
"I don't know how. We followed every precaution."
"Who turned first?"
"My eldest son."
"Where is he now?"
"Well, you know he's been interning with the Kilton campaign?"
"Senator Kilton."
"Yeah, I think he's. . . really become an "intern"."
"Oh god."
"It's really fucked up. He's the spitting image of my mother when she was 40. It really does my head in. Especially the way he's been dressing."
"I see."
"I can't even think of him as a he now. She's just a slutty version of my mother now."
"Weird."
"Kilton has been sending boxes of lingerie to our houses. Love letters. Gifts. I think they are fucking."
"Well, if your sons have the virus and are anything like our lab mice they must be exhibiting nesting behavior. . . "
"Don't rub it in, Thompson. I found all three of them reading a book last night and giggling."
"What book?"
"What to Expect When You are Expecting."
"How fascinating!"
"Fuck you, Thompson. I can't afford three pregnant daughters. Enough of this, I'm sick of talking about this. We need to work and find a cure PRONTO."
BEEP
"Hold on, I gotta check my phone."
. . .
"Fuck."
"What?"
"The middle son is at his job delivering pizzas."
"Still!??"
"Yeah, he supposedly needs the money. God, and his body. He's really thick. They're all really thick! You see how skinny I am."
"Yeah, but your wife is rather plump."
"Thanks for noticing, Thompson. Yeah, the other two sons have taken after her. It's astounding. My middle son is like a mix of the two of us. He had light hair, too, but in the transformation his hair grew out dark brunette. His old light brown stands out at the tips of his dark tresses. And it curled when it grew. It's the only thing left of my son! It's maddening. He looks like a woman our age! And he's kind of sultry looking. . ."
"Well, since you like plump women, I bet all of this is a little bothersome."
"Shut up! I swear, you're too honest for your own good, Thompson. Anyway — the second one asked to borrow some of my wife's clothes until she could find some of her own. My wife had some old active wear she wasn't using. I watched my son stuff his tits into them and struggle to fit the yoga pants on."
"Hmmm."
"At least she asked to BORROW the clothes without digging into my wife's fucking dresser without permission. Sigh."
"What's wrong?"
"I just think about her out there. You know how horny these mice are."
"Yeah. I know."
"What's to stop her from doing more than just deliver pizzas."
"Oh, I wouldn't worry. That just seems like a bad porno plot."
"Yeah. . . I guess. I just know she must be on fire. I'm not sure how she can work without taking care of her needs."
"She'll be fine. No one let's the pizza person into the house."
"But what if they like MILFs?"
"Well. . . then. . . "
"FUCK! I can't stop thinking about what could happen."
"I'm sorry, Dr. Johnson. It will be fine."
"Do you promise?"
"Yes. We will find a cure and your middle son will have short cropped light brown hair again. I promise."
"I hope so. But every day they are women they are learning. . . learning what it's like. . . They already seem to enjoy it. I hear them in the shower. In their rooms. My house is constantly filled with feminine moaning."
"Stop worrying."
"She's just very impressionable and doesn't have much self control. And I worry because she's a big influence on my younger son."
"How old is she?"
"She's 19."
"What's her story?"
"I don't want to talk about it. . ."
"Tell me. For science."
"She looks like her mom. Exactly."
"Oh. . ."
"And this morning I took the trash out and as I was walking by the kitchen window I noticed she had borrowed some of her mother's . . . clothes."
"Like a dress?"
"Uh. . . yeah, like a dress. . ."
"What did you do?"
"I watched her through the window for a bit. I honestly had thought she was my wife for a few moments. But then she didn't move like my wife."
"How did she move?"
"Just. . . different. When I saw she had stolen my wife's . . . clothes . I think she saw me looking at her, becuase she picked up my phone off the kitchen table and started to play with it. I quickly rushed in to tell her to change."
"Did she listen?"
"She sat there a moment and considered it."
"Then what happened."
"I yelled at her, "Leave the kitchen and take those off at once!"
"Did she listen?"
"Now that I think about it, I guess she did sort of take them off."
"What does that mean? In front of you?"
". . . She seemed . . . occupied. Her mind clouded by the feminine sensations overtaking her body. It's all too much for her. I stood there frozen. I think I felt angry she had raided my wife's clothes. At the same time it was so surreal. She looked exactly like my wife, except in a way that was. . . "
"That was what?"
"Better."
"So what did you do next?"
"What could I do? All I could do was watch. . . "
"Did you?"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. . . "
"Well. From the sound of it, it must be some dress!"
"You're real jerk, you know that, Thompson?!"
"Yeah, I know. Let's get to work."
"Okay. . . "
"Hey, why are you looking at your phone like that."
"My middle daughter has been delivering a pizza at this house a long time."
"I'm sure it's nothing. Sometimes there are issues with pizza orders."
"It's just. . . my youngest's icon is hovering over the house now, too."
DELIVERY WITHIN 20 MINUTES OR YOUR PIZZA IS FREE
"Joanna, meet Darren."
"Hi, Darren."
"Hi, sweetie."
"I've been warming him up for us."
"How nice of you."
"Darren, my sister is 38 years old and she's never sucked a cock before. I think it's time she learned. So what do you think? Should we have a MILF Party?"
Giggle
"Why not?"
"And Darren? How old are you?"
"Twenty-three. Why?"
"Giggle No reason."
