Virus                                   by: Destiny

 

Part 2

As he threaded his way through the unusually light morning traffic Sam went over in his mind what was happening and tried to make sense of it. His foot slipped off the pedal for the second time "Shit" Sam swore in his new breathy voice. He was sure he was getting shorter, he brushed his hair out of his face for what seemed like the thousandth time he only hoped Greg could help him.

Greg Banks was a doctor that Sam had met during some discrete business dealings with various governments and the two had struck up a good friendship. During the three years they had known each other Greg had seldom passed up a chance to drop hints that he had connections with the military labs. Sam was counting on him making good on those hints.

At the same time as Sam was speeding across London Greg was having a disturbing conversation with a General about a set of papers found in the recently deceased Iraqi leader's desk.

"Dear God General if that warmonger put those plans into effect then..." Greg looked up sharply at the sound of shouting outside his door. Suddenly his door burst open and a strangely familiar but extremely attractive young woman ran through the door grasping her stomach just as the buttons of her shirt popped off and her large breasts spilled out into view.

"Greg" she gasped in a sexy voice "Greg you got to help me. It's me Sam, Sam Glassford."

"General I'll call you back."

Sam slammed his car into the parking space and cried out in pain as a jolt shot up through his groin into his stomach. "Oh God Greg you've got to be ale to help me" Sam all but sobbed as he stumbled up the steps to his friends office. His clothes were falling off him, the only thing that still seemed tight was his shirt where it stretched across his rapidly growing breasts. Greg's secretary rose out of her chair as Sam walked by her, and tried to stop him going into the office.

"Excuse me Miss you can't go in there"

"Let me go I've got to see Greg now move out of my way"

Sam grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open he had just enough time to register the fact that Greg was on the phone before another shot of pain went through his body and the already strained buttons on his shirt gave way and he collapsed on the floor.

Sam woke up on the couch in Greg's office to see his friend taking a sample of blood from his arm.

"Ok Miss I'll grant you that you look a bit like Sam but I find it hard to believe that you're him. However I'm just going to test your blood." Sam watched as Greg put the sample into an air tube delivery system "We'll have the results back in about an hour. Now why don't you convince me that you're Sam."

"Was that one of your connections Greg?" Sam asked as he stood up and almost tripped over his clothes.

"Here's some fresh clothes" Greg told him "Don't worry I had my secretary get you some stuff in the right size. There's a screen behind you. Talk while you dress."

Sam picked up the bundle of clothes and went behind the privacy screen "Well we met in Bristol when you set up that US-Iran chemical deal" Sam shouted over the screen. He looked down at his new body, he was stacked, for a start he now had a massive pair of breasts, DD at least, following his body down he saw that he now had a trim stomach, tight butt and a totally sexy pair of legs. Sam was also shocked to discover he had a perfect set of female genitalia. This was enough to shock him back to reality "Greg can you help me at all?"

"Keep convincing me"

"Ok how about the time you were sick all over your date in Stringfellows." Sam looked at the clothes that he'd been given, he knew how to put on the panties, he could even have a go at the pantyhose but how in the name of hell did you put on a bra.

"You've stopped talking" Greg's voice came over the screen.

"Well, how about the time you got that Australian diplomat out of that Libya deal" Sam managed to get the bra hooked behind his back and shuddered with pleasure as he rubbed his large nipples, there could be some perks to this he thought to himself. "What about when you got the police to escort you up the M1 just so you wouldn't miss the start of that play" Sam had a bit off trouble getting the blouse done up due to the buttons being on the wrong side "or there was the time that the you were found with that sheep and the rubber..."

"Enough I'm convinced. Are you decent yet?"

Sam came out from behind the screen, stumbling on the set of high heels. "Greg where on earth did you get this skirt? It's more like a belt" he complained. Greg had to agree with that but it did manage to show off his friends legs, which hundreds of catwalk models would die for. He was amazed at the changes that had come over his friend Sam now stood at about 5'4'' instead of his usual 6'2'', his usual short cut brown hair had grown into a shoulder length cascade of blonde hair and he had a lovely pair of breasts (the shape of things to come Greg gloomily thought). When Greg looked at Sam's face at first he saw only a pretty young woman, but when he looked closely he could still see a resemblance to his friend.

"Hey why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer. Greg can you help me find out what's happening?" Greg could see that Sam was on the verge of tears.

"I'm not sure that I can" he confessed "I need to get the results of your test back"

"WHAT" Sam shrieked. Damn he thought, blinking back tears, why am I feeling like this. I'm a guy not a woman only girls breakdown like that. Sam stifled a sob. Just then the fax machine started to spit out paper. "Hey I thought you said it would be an hour for those results."

"I lied. This was urgent I had them speed it up"

"Urgent?" Sam sobbed.

"Very. Ok two bits of bad news one bit of good. The first bit of bad news is, there is no good news. The real news is that you don't need to worry about feeling a freak there's going to be a lot of changes."

"What do you mean? What's going on?"

Greg sighed "I suppose you have a right to know. Just before he topped himself that warmonger in Iraq set about 500 agents out into the world to spread a virus that would alter peoples genetic code they were to spread it by releasing it into the air, water or by sexual contact."

Sam remembered the Arab exchange student.

Greg switched on the television "The first reports should start coming in soon." He turned to face Sam "By the way, what are you doing at the weekend?"

 

 

 

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