LifeSim: Breeding Expansion

by Fidget

Chapter 10

Part 1

As was appropriate for a zombie apocalypse, it had all started innocuously one cool morning. Emma and Julia were driving through their neighborhood with their windows down, not noticing anything amiss as they passed a small cluster of women and one man standing around a mailbox. As the two twenty-five-year-olds drove past, however, completely oblivious to whatever early-morning conversation was happening, all of a sudden one of the indistinct voices somehow cut through the cool morning air like a knife, and both girls' bodies went rigid as a sensuous, masculine baritone suddenly demanded their attention.

As quiet as it was at such a distance, it nonetheless thrummed its way into their eardrums, down through their bodies, and between their legs, where both girls suddenly found their pussies vibrated into a pleasant, quickly growing arousal.

It had only taken a second - they left the conversation in their wake, and the Voice immediately dwindled away into nothing - but by that point both girls were already flushed and panting, images of a hard, throbbing cock thrust unbidden into their minds.

Emma glanced over at Julia. "I feel, um, a bit weird all of a sudden."

Her friend's cheeks were bright pink, and her lower lip was slightly open and pouting. "Yeah, uh, me too," she responded awkwardly.

"I wonder what that was?"

"I think it was some guy's voice," Julia responded. Her eyes grew slightly unfocused, and she bit her lip as she continued driving.

Emma could guess what her friend was daydreaming about, as she too was sorely tempted to fantasize about how good a nice, thick cock would feel sliding between her increasingly slick, tingly labia at that moment. As pleasant as the feeling was, however, she didn't like the way it had been forced upon her, and she took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself down. Her body seemed incredibly reluctant to give up the tingly pleasure of its sexual arousal, though, and her labia remained stubbornly engorged and sensitive at the fresh memory of that compelling thrumming.

"Do guys' voices usually have this, um, effect?" Emma asked, her words dancing a bit closer to what they were both clearly feeling.

"Mmm, I wish," Julia answered, her eyes still unfocused and lost in fantasy.

"I dunno, Julia, doesn't this seem kinda messed up to you?"

"I mean, I guess?" Julia responded, trying to get her friend to pipe down for a second so that she could enjoy the sensations coming from between her thighs. With the way the athletic blonde had indulged in the fantasy, the initial pleasant vibrations had quickly grown into a steady, insistent pulsing. She began to wish she was alone, so that she could feed her body's growing hunger for sexual contact.

"Don't you think it's weird that we just drive by a house, hear a random guy's voice for two seconds, and suddenly we're both feeling like, well, this?" Emma resisted the temptation to imagine what her friend must be picturing at that moment, recognizing how fragile her control over her body and feelings was as her own pussy continued to beg for attention.

"Maybe the guy just had a really sexy voice," Julia said, still trying to hold onto the pleasantly intense desire that had infected her body.

"Julia, this isn't normal! I think we should be really careful with these feelings."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Julia said, a bit more life coming back into her eyes as she finally took the time to focus on what her friend was saying.

"Promise me you'll stay away from this part of the neighborhood," Emma insisted, still fighting to get her breathing and arousal back under control.

"I promise," Julia said, a bit reluctantly, and went back to driving. "It feels... nice, though," she sighed a few seconds later, ending the conversation.

Emma glanced over at Julia as they drove along in silence, noticing that her friend's eyes had glazed over once again as she had fallen back into the fantasy. Her face was still splotchy and pink with the flush of sexual arousal, and she was biting her lip again. Dropping her gaze lower, below her friend's heaving B-cup bust, Emma saw that Julia's hips were moving in very slight, almost-imperceptible circles.

It does feel nice. Seeing how much her friend was enjoying herself, it was the easiest thing in the world for Emma to accidentally focus on that feeling again, on the memory of the Voice thrumming through her, and her body was more than happy to pick up right where she left off even as she tried to muster the willpower to continue to fight.

Emma felt herself flushing with pleasant arousal again in spite of her efforts, her skin prickling with the speed of the heat surging through her body, and the fading image of that cock in her mind suddenly became clear and distinct once more. Her mouth gently dropped open and suddenly she was panting again, not noticing that she too was gently rolling her hips, imagining the cock that belonged to the Voice sliding into her virgin vagina as her arousal was driven higher and higher.

The two horny young women drove back to Julia's house in awkward, distracted silence, and when they arrived Julia made a brief, nonsensical excuse that neither girl heard and fled into the building.

Emma tried to resist the urge to squeeze her thighs together as she made her way over to her own house next door, still trying to fight off the involuntary feelings of tingly arousal pounding their way through her body. As soon as her door was closed behind her, however, her resistance immediately crumbled, and she slid a finger between her legs ostensibly to take the edge off her out-of-control arousal.

That only stoked her burning need for stimulation higher, of course, and instead of eating breakfast and getting ready for work, Emma soon found herself back in bed, working three fingers in and out of her needy pussy as she imagined a faceless man with the Voice talking dirty to her as he filled her with his cock. The memory of that thrumming baritone was better than any vibrator, and Emma soon found herself cumming out of her mind, moaning at the top of her lungs, begging the Voice to keep fucking her.

A half hour later Emma reluctantly left her bed and began hastily preparing for work. Her mind was a bit clearer now that she had cum, and more than ever she was becoming uncomfortable with the way all of that pleasure and arousal had been forced on her, regardless of how satisfying the orgasm had been. Never again.

That proved easier said than done, however. Over the next few days word slowly began to spread that women in the neighborhood were starting to fall pregnant. Details of how it was happening were scarce, and by all accounts the women in question were deliriously happy when they found out about their condition, but Emma was absolutely certain that it had something to do with the Voice that she and Julia had been exposed to a few days earlier.

At the same time, as much as she had promised herself not to let her memory of the Voice affect her, Emma found that it had a sneaky tendency to pop into her mind whenever she felt like masturbating, lighting her body on fire with arousal and giving her stronger orgasms than she'd ever experienced before as she fantasized about being filled with the Voice's cock.

When she went over to check on Julia one afternoon, she found her in an even worse state, flushed and disheveled from what were clearly Voice-inspired marathon masturbation sessions.

Julia had also heard about the epidemic of pregnancies in the neighborhood, though she hadn't given it much thought past how weird it was. Upon hearing Emma's theory that the Voice and the pregnancies were somehow connected, however, she suddenly sobered up.

"Wait, you think that the Voice is the one getting these women pregnant??"

"It makes sense, doesn't it? Think about how we felt after just hearing it for a second - if it affects other women like it affects us, don't you think it would make them more willing to let themselves get impregnated?"

Emma watched as her athletic friend's eyes immediately glazed over at the thought of hearing the Voice, and a flush quickly started in the top of her cleavage and spread up her neck. It was clear that Julia was indulging in the Voice a bit too often, and Emma congratulated herself on her ability to stay calm and on-topic while talking about it. Still, she knew that the pleasure always there, waiting for her, fully capable of overwhelming her body with desperate sexual need if she weren't careful.

Finally, Julia shook her head and tried to calm herself down, a look of panic now taking the place of arousal in her eyes. "Omigod Emma, I think you might be right. They definitely would be more willing to let themselves get knocked up, or at least..." her voice trailed off and she looked away, embarrassed, at what she was admitting.

"Ok, so no more thinking about the Voice then, no matter how tempting it might be!" Emma said firmly, blushing just as fiercely at this admission of what the thought of the Voice could do to her as well. It was like she and Julia had been infected with something, and if they weren't careful, they'd fully turn into knocked up sex zombies, blissfully happy at the thought of their bodies being used as incubators for some random guy with a magic voice.

"Right. Ok. Yeah, you're right, you're definitely right," Julia stammered, clearly conflicted about the idea of giving up all the pleasure the Voice could bring her, even though she knew it was for her own good.

"We're not going to end up as one of those pregnant girls, no matter what happens!"

"Right! No matter what!" Julia echoed, though Emma could still see the conflict behind her friend's eyes.

Julia's promise to Emma not to masturbate to the thought of the Voice lasted almost four hours. The urge was much stronger than she'd anticipated, and though she kept it a secret, Julia spent hours every day irresistibly jilling herself into a quivering puddle of feminine sexual need in the privacy of her bed.

A few days later Emma noticed that another stage of the infection had been inflicted on the neighborhood, and she turned up outside of Julia's house that afternoon after work, knocking loudly on her friend's door.

The sudden noise interrupted Julia in the middle of yet another post-work marathon masturbation session. She had gotten used to her memory of the Voice suddenly turning her on whenever she drove into the neighborhood on her way home from work, and had just assumed that she was so focused on her job as an athletic trainer during the day that she just didn't have time to fantasize while she was away from home. Whatever the reason, as soon as Julia re-entered her neighborhood on the drive home she'd suddenly remember the Voice thrumming through her sensitive little clit, and would usually indulge in some light, teasing masturbation until she could get home and fuck herself properly to the thought of the Voice's cock filling her needy pussy.

Today, however, in addition to the Voice's effects pulsing through her pelvis, Julia was also overcome with a strange urge to remove any clothes that stood between her throbbing labia and the open air of the car. All other thought stopped in Julia's head as she automatically pulled the car over to the side of the road so that she could mindlessly slide her panties down her smooth thighs.

Once she had finished her compulsive task and her discarded underwear lay forgotten on the floorboard of her car, Julia pulled back into the street and let the reawakened effects of the Voice wash over her, quickly driving her into yet another fit of tingly, powerful sexual arousal that demanded a bit of indulgent self-pleasure before she got home.

Julia was glad she had worn a skirt that day, as it gave her probing fingers direct access to her demanding pussy now that her restrictive underwear was no longer in the way. As her thighs spread and her hand slid down between them, however, slipping under the folds of fabric to brush directly against the folds of her swollen, sensitive labia, it occurred to Julia just how naked and exposed her tingly little entrance was under the insubstantial skirt. And with how aroused she already was at the thought of the Voice, with how slick the tips of her fingers were becoming as they teased and stroked, Julia knew that if a man were here right now - hell, if the Voice were here - there would be nothing to stop his testosterone-hardened cock from slipping right into her soaked pussy, taking his pleasure from her fertile body, and filling her up with his dangerous cum in return. There would be nothing she could do.

At that thought Julia found herself furiously finger-fucking herself, right there in the car, completely unable to stop. For some reason the thought of her tingly little pussy's vulnerability was making her incredibly hot all of a sudden, driving her absolutely wild with need in the confines of her car. She was finally forced to fully give in and pull over - the intensity of her masturbation was starting to severely impair her driving.

Even now, however, sitting on the side of the road fucking herself with her fingers, all Julia could think about was how easy it had been for her to do so in the first place with her pussy all exposed and uncovered like this. That arousing thought grew and mingled with her memory of the thrumming of the Voice until Julia was cumming hard in the driver's seat, her entire body convulsing as the phrase Easy-Access Pussy inexplicably repeated itself inside her head.

That was the same marathon masturbation session that Emma had interrupted a few hours later. As soon as Julia had managed to finish driving herself home, she had immediately retreated into her bedroom, where she had frigged herself to orgasm after exposed, bottomless orgasm until Emma had finally distracted her, tearing Julia away from an endlessly looping fantasy that always ended with the Voice's cock taking full, carnal advantage of her exposed pussy while she moaned and shuddered in the intense, helpless pleasure of a fresh orgasm.

At the knock, however, Julia practically leapt out of bed, heading back toward the front door as she pulled her skirt back on, once again thankful that she'd been lucky enough to wear it that day. Otherwise, of course, Julia would have been forced to make her earlier trek from her car to her front door completely naked from the waist down; she still tingled with excitement at the thought of the horny men in her neighborhood being given such a suggestive eyeful of her easy-access pussy, and her thoughts lingered on exactly how easy it would have been for them to take advantage of her aroused nakedness in such a state.

She opened the door as soon as she saw that it was Emma, trying not to squirm at the secret knowledge that her tight little pussy was still fully exposed underneath her thin skirt, until she was shocked into sobriety at the sight of her no-nonsense friend wearing a skirt as well.

It was a knee-length, pencil-style skirt that looked quite good on her brunette friend's twiggy frame, but the surprising thing was that Emma was wearing a skirt at all. Sneaking a glance down her friend's narrow hips, Julia also noted that she couldn't see any sign of an underwear line. What on earth was going on today?

"Aha, I thought I'd find you in a skirt, or something like one, at least," Emma stated straightforwardly in lieu of a greeting. "Here, let me in - we need to talk." She pushed past Julia and walked into the living room, sitting down in a chair and carefully crossing her legs.

"I just felt like wearing one today," Julia said, half-earnestly, taking a seat on the couch and crossing her legs just as carefully.

"Uh-huh. I bet you also 'just felt like' not wearing any underwear today either."

Julia's cheeks colored. "I-It just feels more natural to go without, for some reason."

"Yeah, same here. It feels so natural to go without, in fact, that if I hadn't had a blanket in my car to wrap around my waist this afternoon, I would have had to run back to my house naked after work today." She glanced down at Julia's skirt again, and watched as her friend's flushed face colored even more deeply. Emma tried not to think about her own vulnerable little pussy hidden under her skirt, knowing that if she did she'd end up just as flushed and disheveled as Julia had been when she had arrived.

Emma took a breath and continued, "Either way, it's clear that whatever is going on in the neighborhood is getting worse - we've got to be even more careful now!"

"Wait, you think this is all related to... to the Voice?" Julia's own voice dropped to a whisper, feeling a bit of panic starting to infect her innocent, half-conscious daydreaming about her easy-access pussy. It had never occurred to Julia that her exciting new fantasy about going bottomless and being taken advantage of could be so sinister, or that it could be in any way related to the sudden increase in neighborhood pregnancies, but to be fair, she also hadn't given it - or anything else, for that matter - much thought after arriving back in the neighborhood that afternoon. "I thought I just really felt like going without today!"

"I suppose that's always possible," Emma responded doubtfully, "but don't you think it's a bit weird that we both decided to do that on the same day? And have you seen the other women in the neighborhood?" Emma carefully stood up and swept aside the curtains, revealing every woman in sight wearing some sort of clothing that was fully open at the bottom, ready to provide easy access to what was underneath. Julia thought quite a few of them had pink in their cheeks as well, but it was hard to tell at this distance.

Julia shivered. There was that phrase again, easy access. She couldn't help but think about how exposed her own pussy was under her skirt, and how easy it would be for a man like the Voice to come along and... mmmm...

"Julia!" The blonde snapped back to attention and saw her petite brunette friend staring at her curiously. "I'm pretty sure the same thing that's happening to you is happening to me. I have all of these new... feelings? Thoughts? Urges? Anyway, whatever they are, as much as it feels like they're natural and a part of me, they also feel really out of character, if that makes sense, and that worries me. Especially since it seems that we're both feeling the same thing."

It worried Julia too, of course, but just like the Voice, her new kink was so exciting, and made her feel so good, that even now the urge to let herself think about her easy-access pussy and get all warm and horny was surprisingly hard to resist.

"Anyway," Emma continued, "we need to keep each other accountable, and make sure that we don't accidentally indulge in any, um, feelings."

"Absolutely!" Julia responded, but a bit too quickly Emma thought. Her friend's eyes had also shifted to the side a bit.

"What? You're still with me in refusing to join the knocked-up sluts all over the neighborhood, right?"

"Oh, of course! I don't wanna end up pregnant like all those other women and all, but this, well, I, um..." She looked Emma dead in the eye. "... I kinda like it."

"What? No, Julia! That's what the Voice wants you to think!"

"I know, Emma, but it's just so exciting, and it makes my body feel really good!" Julia gave in to the urge and let her mind wander for a moment, thinking about how easy and hot it would be for a man with a throbbing, erect penis to pull up her skirt and slide it into her pussy. She felt herself beginning to involuntarily moisten again at the thought, and the gentle, pulsing pleasure that had remained around the edges of her consciousness throughout her friend's visit immediately grew stronger and more insistent once again. Suddenly Julia really wanted Emma to leave, so that she could get back to indulging in the pleasure these new thoughts brought her.

Emma watched Julia's eyes glaze over as her face flushed, knowing all too well where her attractive friend's attention had gone while trying to resist the temptation to sink into the fantasy herself. It was just as exciting for Emma as it was for Julia, of course, and all evening she'd been fighting the seductive, pleasurable tingles in her own delightfully bare p-- No! she shouted silently at herself, tearing her mind away from that thought which was now guaranteed to make her own body burn with sexual arousal right there alongside her compliant, horny friend.

Emma took a deep breath, steeled herself, and got her mind under control. She might not be strong enough to force herself to wear underwear anymore, but she was still fully in control of her own thoughts, and she refused to give in to this new fetish that had been thrust upon her. She resisted a sudden urge to spread her legs a bit on the couch, ostensibly to give her tight little pussy some air.

Julia seemed to have no reluctance whatsoever about doing so, however, and by this point was sitting on the couch with her legs fully spread, though thankfully the extra fabric of her skirt had fallen between her legs to hide her otherwise-uncovered vagina. Emma thought she could see her friend's curvy hips making tiny gyrations once again, and her hands were slowly sliding down her torso toward her pleasure center, which made Emma grow increasingly uncomfortable for a growing number of reasons.

"Well, just be careful, ok Julia?" she said finally, getting up to leave. "We don't know how he's using these feelings to make women pregnant yet, so we can't let our guard down, even for a second!"

Her blonde friend nodded, clearly no longer paying attention by this point as she embraced the pleasure her brainwashed body wanted to give her, and Emma took the opportunity to let herself out of the living room.

As she walked back into the entryway, however, she heard what was clearly a low, feminine moan coming from behind her, and an image leapt unbidden to her mind of how effortlessly Julia could slide two fingers into herself now that she could no longer wear underwear to protect her bare, vulnerable pussy. Emma suddenly noticed that her own brainwashed little vagina was beginning to moisten now, whether she wanted it to or not, and a powerful pulse of her own submissive arousal soon had her leaning against the wall, breathing deeply, rubbing a hand up and down her thigh. She raised her other hand to her face and cursed.

She was flushed and horny, just like Julia had been. The infection was spreading, and Emma knew that if she weren't careful, they'd both end up flat on their backs as the Voice filled them with his cock and turned them into two more deliriously happy breeding zombies.

Feeling abandoned by the only person Emma felt she could trust under the circumstances, Emma headed despondently back over to her own house next door, where she soon found that she didn't really feel like exerting the willpower necessary to continue resisting her body's urges. Her thoughts were now full of appealingly masculine men with thrumming voices and hard cocks who were more than willing to pull up her skirt and take advantage of her accessible little pleasure hole, and the thought of her skinny body being easily bent over and taken from behind for the first time soon had Emma's pussy practically vibrating with arousal. It wasn't long afterward that she gave in to lust and joined Julia in masturbating herself into a sexual stupor. She collapsed into her bed, shoved her fingers into her needy cunt, and came so hard to the thought of being deflowered by the Voice that she almost blacked out.

Over the next few days Emma mostly learned to get a handle on the thoughts that would trigger her new, involuntary arousal responses, until one morning when she awoke at dawn with a sudden, intense desire to go jogging. She hopped out of bed, uncharacteristically full of energy, and spent a few minutes stretching the spindly muscles on her thin legs. Once she was nice and limber, she hummed contentedly to herself as she absent-mindedly cut the built-in shorts out of her tennis skirt, before sighing with pleasure as she finally slid the now-crotchless athletic skirt up her smooth legs and over her narrow, naked hips. The entire process felt surprisingly sensual. Almost erotic. That thought set off warning bells inside Emma's mind but by that point she was already out the door and jogging down the sidewalk.

The first thing she noticed was how many other women had apparently decided to take up jogging so early that morning as well. The sidewalks were filled with women of all shapes and ages, all of them clad in some sort of dress or skirt, many of which would usually be considered inappropriate for jogging. It was almost as though half the outfits were the only thing that could be found in a pinch.

The second thing she noticed was how good it felt to be out here herself, to feel her leg muscles flexing with youthful vigor, slowly building up a satisfying burn in her thighs and calves and glutes. The thought of having toned, muscular thighs and calves, along with a tight, perky bubble butt suddenly strongly appealed to Emma, especially because of all the flirty attention she knew it would inevitably bring her from horny men. It was so easy to imagine a faceless stud catching sight of her cute butt and tight thighs one day while she jogged through the park, and being, ahem, inspired to follow her to some hidden clearing, where he could bend her over and pull up her skirt, leaving her soaked, easy-access pussy exposed and in the open where he could...

Oh no.

She tried unsuccessfully to rein in her thoughts, but Emma's body didn't seem to think there was a problem, and entirely without her permission she felt that familiar heat growing involuntarily between her legs once again, somehow even stronger and more pleasurable this time now that she was out jogging.

She tried wiggling her hips as her inexperienced legs pumped along, attempting to scratch the sexual itch growing between her legs, but that only made the sensation more intense, and soon Emma found herself panting just as much from arousal as from exertion as she continued down the sidewalk alongside dozens of other women enjoying a similar state of physical stimulation.

Eventually, Emma's oddly sexual compulsion to jog seemed to finally wear itself out, and she found herself able to slow to a walk and begin making her way back toward her house. As she did so, she felt a deep satisfaction with the intensity of her workout that morning that kept her powerfully turned on in spite of herself.

A few hundred yards later she was surprised to see Julia jogging toward her from down a side street. Julia waved excitedly when she saw her friend and sped up a bit, and Emma waited and watched her friend's toned, athletic body bounce as she ran to meet her. The curves of Julia's early 20s figure were shown off to perfection by her tight workout gear, and Emma noted the short athletic skirt bouncing around her friend's thighs, knowing just how hot the thought of providing such easy access to her exposed, unprotected pussy would be to her friend's reprogrammed mind.

Emma gritted her teeth as her own body began to burn even hotter. She was just so horny after her run. She squeezed her thighs together and tried her best to think unsexy thoughts, but didn't have much success.

Julia greeted her friend with an enthusiastic hug, throwing her arms around Emma and squeezing her tight as she laughed happily.

Emma hugged her back, of course, but there was something that seemed off about Julia. Even with the euphoric sexual high that jogging had brought Emma, Julia seemed a bit too happy and excited, giddy even. Emma noted that the street Julia had been jogging down was the one that led to the Voice's house.

"Oh Emma, it was so wonderful!" Julia gushed, slowing to a walk beside her friend so the two visibly horny girls could walk back together.

"Yeah, yeah, you told me how much you're enjoying what's being done to us. Look, I'm enjoying the jogging too - not that I have a choice, of course - but just be careful, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you."

"No, Emma, you don't understand! I finally met him!" There was a sudden hitch in Julia's stride, almost as though a spasm of pleasure had struck between her hips and interrupted her gait, and at the same time she put so much charged infatuation into the word him that Emma was shocked, and began to look at her suspiciously.

"Julia, how could you do something like that?? You know how dangerous he is! Also, why were you jogging over there in the first place? You promised to stay away from that side of the neighborhood!"

"Oh, you know how it is when you're jogging," Julia said dismissively, but once again she was refusing to meet Emma's gaze. "Sometimes you just get so into it that you lose track of where you are."

"No, I don't know how it is," Emma responded coldly, now looking Julia's curvy body up and down with suspicion as they walked along. She may have looked a bit disheveled, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for having just jogged a few miles, and the flush burning on her friend's skin could just as easily be this odd new arousal that Emma was feeling from jogging as well. Or both.

"Ok, fine, I wanted to see if I could hear that voice again, if you must know." She didn't have to specify which voice. Emma noticed that her friend's hands were gently rubbing her trim belly, and for some reason that sight was causing her own arousal to flare even higher. She tried to resist a sudden urge to tease a hand toward her inner thigh as a deep sense of foreboding arose in the pit of her stomach.

"And don't get me wrong, the Voice was amazing, especially up close and in person - it's so much more intense when he's speaking directly to you - but Emma, there's so much more!"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Emma asked. The Voice was hard enough to resist already - she didn't want to imagine that there could be more. She could see Julia's stiff nipples poking through her tight sports bra as they continued to walk. The girl was clearly still out of her mind with arousal, and even with her trepidation about the story she was about to hear, Emma was starting to feel the same way in spite of herself.

"Well, he smells incredible, for one thing. Like, I was already turned on from hearing the Voice in person again, but as soon as I got close enough to smell that musk, I was immediately soaked and horny out of my mind!"

Emma gasped at hearing those words come from her friend's mouth, but Julia wasn't paying attention to her anymore at this point, and was fully focused on reliving what was clearly the most satisfying sexual experience of her life. The urge to tease herself with a finger, just a little bit, grew stronger in Emma's mind in spite of her deepening dread.

"Anyway, the way it happened was, I was jogging, and I saw that there was a bunch of commotion around this car, right? But I couldn't tell what was going on. So I got closer to try to see, but then I heard the Voice, and that just stopped me in my tracks. My pussy immediately started, like, buzzing with the sound of it, and it felt sooo good." Emma tried not to think about how good it would feel for the Voice to vibrate her own tingly little pussy. Her hand inched a bit closer to the gap between her legs.

Julia continued. "But then, while I was standing there about to start masturbating in front of all these other women, I started to smell him. Like I said, Emma, it's the most amazing scent - imagine the most masculine, knee-shaking, panty-melting musk possible, and then multiply it by, like, infinity. My pussy just started clenching, my body just convulsing with need in this guy's driveway, and right then and there I knew that I was going to do anything I could to get this man to put a baby in me."

"Julia!" Though to be honest, for some reason Emma could imagine the scent, almost like the faintest impression of pure, distilled spicy maleness were somehow tickling her olfactory system, though in her growing sexual haze she couldn't figure out where it could be coming from.

"What? I was!" Julia continued happily, clearly not regretting whatever had happened, and Emma felt her sense of foreboding grow even stronger. Her hand had ultimately refused to obey her brain's orders and was now teasing traitorously along the inside of her hip as words continued to spill out of Julia. "I mean, I didn't intend for things to get so out of control, but it all happened so fast, and once I was hearing the Voice again and smelling him like that, it was like my body knew exactly what it wanted and took matters into its own hands. You don't know what it's like, Emma, being there with him in person!"

Emma could certainly imagine what it was like, especially with that phantom hint of painfully masculine musk still tickling her nose from somewhere, and she had a sick feeling growing in her stomach that she knew exactly how this story was going to end. Her finger was now rubbing the outer edge of her tingly labia through the fabric of her skirt; her pussy was already soaked, and she knew that pressing her hand between her legs like this would leave a visible spot, but with the thought of that musk inside her head she didn't seem to be able to stop herself.

Julia didn't notice, however, caught up as she was in reliving her memory as her wide, bright eyes stared straight ahead. "While I was standing there, a woman that I think is his wife noticed me and waved me over - his name is Kenny, by the way." Julia added, sighing wistfully as she said his name. "And the next thing I knew I was stroking his amazing cock and then all of a sudden he was pressing me up against his car and, oh god Emma, his cock slid up into my pussy so easily! Like, he pulled up my skirt and my thighs were all tight from jogging and my little entrance was all exposed and helpless right there in front of his cock, and he pressed himself against me and my pussy was so wet and swollen and horny that his cock just slipped all the way inside! Like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world! Emma, I could feel every inch of it, filling me, fucking me..." Julia's voice trailed off into a sigh of satisfaction. Her hand was still gently rubbing her fit belly.

By this point Julia's words had triggered Emma's own programming, forcing her thoughts to focus on her own easy-access pussy, and on just how willing it too would be to envelop a nice, thick cock now that she was all horny and her vagina was all nice and ready and lubricated. Emma began rubbing her little button through the scratchy fabric of her skirt, indulging in the feeling still further.

"I loved having his cock inside me like that. I could see how badly he wanted me, and I could tell how good thrusting up into my tight young body was making him feel. I couldn't help but go along with it, squeezing his cock with my pussy - he was so perfect, Emma, and he smelled so good! I needed to make him feel good, he deserves to feel good, and before I knew it, it was happening. His cock was jerking inside me, filling me up with his perfect cum!"

Emma moaned. She was now openly masturbating as they walked slowly down the street, bent forward with her hand underneath her skirt, sliding along her slick labia, the tips of her fingers teasing and just penetrating the slippery entrance to her own fuckable pussy. By this point her thoughts had fully succumbed to the appealing fantasies that had now become a part of her, and she imagined that her fingers were the Voice's cock, pressing between her pale thighs and teasing directly against her easy-access pussy while he spoke to her, leaving her a quivering mess of sexual desire, helpless to resist.

She could feel the musk pounding in her head, and finally realized that she really could smell it, that spicy, irresistible maleness, and that it must be coming from Julia. As the Voice had pressed himself against her friend, ejaculating his sperm inside her - Emma's knees went weak and she shoved her middle finger deep inside herself at this thought - he'd gotten his musk on Julia's skin, and Emma had unknowingly been breathing in more and more of it as they'd walked home together.

She knew that she should be worried, that Julia had exposed her to yet another stage of the infection, but the musk was everything that Julia had said that it was, and at that moment Emma wanted nothing more than to get her tight little pussy pumped and creamed by the owner of that scent. As much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, Emma was more than a little jealous that her friend had gotten to experience that concentrated musk, and, more importantly, the hard cock associated with it, up close and personal.

"It's the best thing that even happened to me!" Julia said dreamily, almost as if she could read Emma's thoughts. "If he knocked me up it was completely worth it. Actually," she reconsidered, slowly running her hands up and down her slim, inseminated waist, "I hope he did knock me up! God I hope he knocked me up!"

Emma glanced down her friend's body, following the shapely lines of her early-20s breasts and waist down to her gently flared hips, shown off by her short skirt as they swayed with each step. It was hard to believe that that tight, fit figure could already be pregnant, that Julia had the Voice's sperm inside her pussy at that very moment, wriggling up into her fertile young womb, and, most of all, that her best friend had been so willing to risk joining the army of impregnated sluts slowly filling the neighborhood in the first place. And that she could be so happy about it all!

Emma burned with jealousy. The scent slathered onto Julia's body was really getting to her. Her fingers worked busily away inside her throbbing pussy. Now that the conversation had reached a lull, however, with Julia daydreaming about her body swelling with the Voice's child, Emma took the opportunity to try to wrest her thoughts back from the addicting chemical signals flooding her body and filling it with a similar urge to reproduce.

"Julia, listen to yourself!" Emma forced her hand away from her pussy, though her fingers were still clenching with desire to stimulate her slick, sensitive hole. "We're supposed to be fighting the Voice, not joining him! You've got his scent on your body right now, and this whole time you've been infecting me, your best friend!"

Emma chose her words carefully, not wanting to activate any of her triggers again. "You've been... intimate with him! You need to go pick up some plan B so you don't get pregnant, for God's sake!"

"Emma," Julia said patiently, "I want to get pregnant. Now that the Voice has given me his cum, I want to do my part and give him as many babies as I can!"

“Well I don’t want to get pregnant! And I-”

“When you meet him, that won’t matter.” Julia interrupted. She turned toward Emma, noting the large wet patch on her friend's skirt before looking her straight in the eye. "You'll hear his Voice, you'll stop in your tracks, and your pussy will immediately get all tingly and wet."

"No, stop..." Emma said, as the thought of the Voice thrumming through her easy-access pussy came dangerously close to making her lose control again.

But Julia didn't stop. "You'll smell his musk, and if you think you're horny and soaked now, you have no idea what it's like to smell it on his body. You'll beg for his cock, he'll fill you with his wonderful cum, and you'll love every second of it."

"No!" Emma shouted. She was teetering on the brink. Her head was full of spicy musk that she knew was making her want to get fucked, and her easy-access pussy was clenching on its own emptiness. And it all felt fantastic. Her mental image of the Voice's throbbing cock grew clear once more, this time dripping thick, cloudy semen from having just impregnated her friend, and Emma wanted nothing more than to impale herself on that rigid shaft over and over again until she was a knocked-up zombie slut just like her friend.

She clenched her fists so hard they turned white. "No, I don't want that. I want to stop him. I want to save you!"

"Ok, fine," Julia said, genuinely touched by her friend's loyalty even though she now knew better than anyone how futile the gesture was. "While he was fucking me, right before he filled my womb with his wonderful babies, I did hear something from his wife about a program, and about 'changes to NPCs being permanent', whatever that means."

"Thanks, Julia. I promise I'll find a way to fix you!" Emma said as she fled up the sidewalk to her house.

"I don't want to be fixed," Julia said patiently to the back of her retreating petite friend, watching her narrow hips sway as she ran up the walk. She knew that Emma's easy-access pussy was just as exposed and vulnerable and impregnable as her own had been, and she also knew how badly it craved what Julia had just experienced. "I want to have the Voice's babies, over and over again, for the rest of my life, and soon, you will too."