Virus                              by: Destiny

 

Part 3

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?"

Sam's jaw dropped open surely Greg wasn't asking what he thought he was asking, was he?

"Oh do shut your mouth Sam, pretty as it is, I'm not taking you on a date. You're coming to meet some important people, and I think were going to be busy."

Sam shut his mouth blushing at what Greg said. Damn, he couldn't believe that he was blushing like a school girl. Must be hormones, he thought. The virus that had changed him from his usual 6'2'' handsome male form into this 5'4'' walking sex bomb, must still be altering his body somehow.

"What's this we business about Greg?"

"Oh come on Sam, I know Blondes are meant to be dumb but you're taking it too far. You and I are a good team, I need someone that I can trust." Greg then turned to the television. "Thank God" he said as the reporter talked about a mystery disease that was supposedly stimulating breast growth in men. "They're playing it as an environmental story. You know the old chemicals and fish thing. That should buy us some time before the public panic, only a few days but it might be enough." Greg turned back to his desk and picked up the phone. "It's me" he said, "listen I'll be there soon, oh and by the way invest in bra shares, Victoria's Secrets that sort of stuff." And turning back to Sam, who was still speculating about the changes to himself and had gone slightly green, said, "Lets go, we'll take my car."

Sam followed his friend out of the door still wondering about the extent of his changes. Oh God he thought, will I have periods, could I get pregnant, is this permanent. Sam stumbled a bit trying to walk in the heels he had been given and was distracted by the jiggling of his chest and the swish of the pantyhose on his legs. He found that he needed to hurry just to keep up with his friend easy stride, he could only imagine what he must look like if anyone saw him. With his hips swaying as he walked and his pert bottom he must look like every mans wet dream. When they reached the steps to the car park Sam was forced to hold on to Greg's arm to steady him as they descended so he wouldn't fall. He felt so embarrassed clinging on to Greg's arm like some sort of trembling girl, and silently cursed as he felt an unfamiliar warmth in his groin when his friend grasped his arm.

They soon reached Greg's Bentley and slipped inside Sam noticed how sensual the soft suede felt on his newly sensitive skin and how his nipples tingled when he pulled the seatbelt across his large breasts. The car surged forward as Greg floored the accelerator. Sam didn't even blink as the huge vehicle cut across two lanes of traffic, he was more than used to Greg's driving. Greg didn't watch the road in front of him, he watched his mirror as an anonymous brown Ford pulled out and began to follow him, this worried him quite a bit. Sam sat in his seat and watched as the car swerved round the crowded streets of the capital. He couldn't keep himself from letting out a very feminine cry of alarm as Greg pulled off an extremely dangerous series of turns, almost hitting four other vehicles.

They eventually arrived at an underground garage under Whitehall. A smartly dressed young man stepped out of the shadows and beckoned to them. "This way Dr Banks, ma'am, they are waiting for you in the green room. There's news."

Sam inwardly cringed in embarrassment when he was addressed as ma'am, but had to admit looking like he did he couldn't be called anything else. As they were led down several identical corridors, Sam thought he was beginning to get the hang of walking in heels but hated the way they made his hips sway. What with the sheer pantyhose and miniskirt Greg had supplied he felt half naked. He hated the way the men they passed stopped to stare at him, oh God did I ever behave like that, and what was worse he hated the way that he found himself staring back. Once again he found his face flushing a bright red. But the fact was when he looked at some fo them, and Greg, he found that his crotch was becoming moist and he couldn't help thinking what it would be like to have them inside him.

They entered the briefing room to find a small group of men, some in suits and a couple in high ranking army uniforms. They all looked serious.

"Greg, glad you could make it." The speaker was a bland-looking middle aged man in a nondescript business suit, He practically screamed don't remember me.

"Nearly didn't Norman, there was someone following me, a woman I think. Don't worry I lost her. Anyway what's up? You know Sam by the way don't you."

"I do now. Talk about proof positive. We caught one of their agents on a flight to America, we've got some samples of the virus to analyse but only preliminary results so far. The Americans are..." The grey man paused as if picking his words. " 'Debriefing' her now. That's not what worries us. She had a name on her, one of the scientists off of your Phoenix Project. You ran that project Greg and you people are our best hope of finding a cure before this goes critical. Have a look at our information see what you make of it," with that he handed Greg a folder full of information. Standing to one side Sam listened attentively to the exchange it was like something from that old tv show the 'X-Files', what was he involved in? Still the news that they had been followed explained Greg's driving, and what was the Phoenix Project? Greg read, with a growing sense of horror, the report. What little he recognised seemed familiar, too familiar. He also felt a rising sense of urgency in this investigation, his chest was starting to feel tight and tender. This one, he told himself, I have to solve soon or my tailor will have a lot of work to do. He also made a mental note to by shares in tailoring companies, no point in missing a business opportunity.

Greg finished reading the report and looked at the rest of the group. "I may be able to get some help on this. Book myself and Sam on a flight to Switzerland, there's an old friend I need to lookup."

Sam looked up at this news, he still wondered why Greg needed him, but then he decided didn't Holmes always need Watson. Besides, and he hated to admit this, the thought of spending time with Greg was getting very attractive.

As they left the door of the complex on the way to the staff car that was waiting for them, Sam felt Greg's arms around his small waist. He had time to think what the hell is he doing, before he was flung to the ground as a gun shot rang out and a bullet missed them by inches. Who was shooting at them?

To be continued...

 

 

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