It was half past five. The two sophomore girls sat in their shared kitchen. Nina watched the news clip on her phone with ominous suspense. The virus. It had popped up just as summer break began. Seemingly out of a perverted science fiction magazine, it turned women into drooling mindless bimbo dolls. It did not touch men for some reason. Contact with infected drool seems to be the most common infection route, which is concerning because of a certain incident that happened at work today...

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it", Trish asked, trying to not sound interested. She was out as a lesbian but had made sure to never let her roommate Nina find out her sexual interest in mind controlling girls and the fact that she was very attracted to Nina's body. Nina was none the wiser.

"There was a sorority girl at the cafe today", Nina explained, "When she ordered her latte, she sounded like fine, yeah? But ten minutes later, I come out of the back and I look at her through the window. Her latte is sitting on the table, untouched. She it totally out of it, drooling all over herself and the table."

"Yeah?", Trish asked, eager for more information.

"We had to call the emergency, but they're flooded with cases right now so it took them an hour to get there. Meanwhile, we had to drag her off into the back and clean up after her because like we can't just leave a biohazard out like that. And wanna know the worst part?"

Nina leaned closer.

"There was a group of frat boys in the cafe, just sitting there, watching. Watching the girl as she is zoinked out of her mind in a tight little skirt. Not lifting a finger, almost as if to force us to touch her and get infected as they watched."

"Ick", Trish interjected.

"I bet they want that. For all the girls on campus to become their brainless fuckdolls."

"I mean the sororities are already 60% infected. Those parties do be superspreader events"

"Yeah, anyways Trish. I need to go catch up on some assigned reading. See ya later."

It was Tuesday, so Trish would be the one cooking dinner. She let her roommate go off to study while she prepared a pot of mac and cheese. From time to time, her thoughts drifted to topics that she really shouldn't have been thinking about. What if Nina had been infected? How hot would she look completely mindless with drool running down her chin? Mmmh... Trish stirred the pot faster, trying and failing to distract herself from her true sexual calling. What about her friends? Which one would look the hottest as their infectious bodies lay completely vacant, spilling their magic drool to recruit her into joining them? Which ones have Nina already infected? Trish wiped the spoon on the inside of the pot and threw the mac and cheese into the oven for a light finishing bake. When the timer went off, Trish took the pot out of the oven and set it on the table.

"Nina!"

"Ninaaa?"

Trish raced up the stairs. The old tiny wooden house they rented creaked with every step. She knocked on Nina's door. No response. Oh fuck.

Trish pushed the door open to find Nina, still in her bed, totally mindless and drooling all over her textbook. A flash of heat came over Trish. This was the one thing that Trish both absolutely did not want to happen and absolutely wanted to happen. This was the one thing that would take off Trish's mask as a nice girl and reveal her for the depraved monster she was. The one thing that would ultimately seal her doom. Trish peeled the blanket off Nina's body to find that she had stripped down to her panties. All hesitation broke within Trish. The lust-crazed girl straddled her dark ebony body over her roommate's pale thighs and kissed the poor girl with the passion of a thousand lovers. All that sweet infected drool mixed with Trish's own saliva. Pretty soon, she would be like this too, so why not savor this last moment? She peeled the clothes off her own dark flustered skin along with Nina's T-shirt. She wanted it to be like this forever. Two dolls, consigned to sexy oblivion together. Trish played with her roommate's milk white breast. "Do you like that?", she whisper into the girl's ear. A blank "yes" spilled from those drool-slick lips. A burst of arousal made Trish's body instinctively grind her pussy against Nina's thigh. She wondered if the juices of her roommate's pussy would be just as infectious as her drool. Oh well, too late to test that hypothesis. All there was left to do before she became a mindless doll herself was to lose herself in her roommate's beautiful infected flesh.

"I'm sorry, but I just had to", Trish whispered, "you are just too fucking sexy like this"

"OK", the blank girl replied, not really understanding what her newfound lover had just said.