Subject IND2-G
As many of you are aware, there have been rumours circulating regarding a recent leak of sensitive information regarding the containment procedures in one of our research facilities. We would like to take this opportunity to address these rumours and provide clarity on the situation.
We want to assure the public that everything is under control. There is no cause for alarm, the outbreak has been contained, denying the rumours of a widespread pathogen breach. Our dedicated team of professionals has been working tirelessly to ensure the safety and security of our facilities and the surrounding communities.
We would also like to announce that due to the increase in public interest and concern, we are launching project AEGIS in collaboration with other international organizations around the globe. While we cannot disclose specific details at this time, we can confirm that this initiative will boost our research development into the recent Flu outbreaks.
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The following is a narrative reconstruction based on post-containment recovered memories and surveillance footage, may contain graphic content.
It began with a single tap on Grindr.
Leo (22, pale, skinny, light brown hair, blue eyes) lay shirtless on his bed, ceiling fan doing nothing against the summer heat. Thumb scrolled past the usual torsos until one stopped him cold: eight perfectly cut brown abs glistening like they'd just been oiled, a thick happy trail disappearing beneath the frame. No face. Only the profile name "K", not too far away.
Curiosity piqued his interest, for better or worse. He tapped the profile, his boner stiffening as the flame icon lit up.
Immediately after, a message popped up.
The straightforwardness of the messages was not really surprising to Leo, given the nature of the app. Curious, he tapped on the expiring photo and was greeted with a close-up of one of the biggest, most delicious-looking dicks he had ever seen. Thick, long, and veiny - just how he liked them. The sight of it made his mouth water...
He was even harder now. As if on cue, another message popped up.
K: so?
Although a bit scared from the size of that thing, Leo felt a bit of adrenaline and excitement. He had always fantasized about what one of those hung cocks he'd always see on his Twitter feed would feel like inside of him, and this was his chance. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and mustered up the courage to reply.
Leo: OK let's do it
Immediately after sending the message, he got a reply.
K: good boy
He didn't even have time to second-guess himself, he'd got so fucking hard from the messages and the photo that his other head was doing all the thinking for him. Quickly, he threw on some clothes, not even bothering to put on underwear, just a pair of shorts and a thin white tank top. He grabbed his keys and phone, and headed out of his place.
He was so excited that he didn't even remember to ask for the other man's address. Suddenly, a message popped up on his phone. It was the man's location, just a block away, and a simple instruction: "floor 5, last door on the right." He was already halfway there by the time he realised it.
After what felt like a quick walk, he made his way to the building. The lobby was empty, devoid of any other people thankfully, and so he took the lift to the fifth floor. A cute jingle accompanied him as the doors opened, and he stepped out into the hallway. The walls were dully painted, the carpet was a bit worn, and the lighting was dim. It looked normal, nothing fancy, nothing sketchy. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
It all started with the smell. He turned the corner at the end of the hallway, and that's when it hit him... There was something in the air. It was thick, but not unpleasant, hard to describe but definitely not something he had ever smelled before. Some would call it musky, or sweaty, or even a little bit like cum, maybe a mix of all three. It was a bit overwhelming, but it also made his dick throb involuntarily. He followed the scent, which grew stronger with every step, until he reached the last door on the right.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a large, muscular figure filled the doorway. The man was completely naked, except for a white towel hanging low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of his bulge right there. He was built like a god, with broad shoulders, a big pillowy chest, and huge arms that looked like they could crush Leo with ease. His skin was a deep, rich brown, still a bit wet from the shower he had just taken. The sight of it all made Leo's mouth water even more. The man looked very serious, maybe even a bit displeased, or maybe just focused on something else.
He immediately said: "Took you long enough, white boy. Come in."
Leo hesitated for a moment, too distracted by what he could see in front of him, saying: "I-I'm sorry, I-I wasn't expecting you to be at the door, l-like you s-said the door was o-open..."
The man didn't even look at him, just waved him inside with a lazy hand gesture. Leo stepped in, closing the door behind him, and the man finally looked at him, his dark eyes piercing into Leo's soul. He had a thick, well-groomed beard and a strong jawline that made him look even more intimidating. The man was silent for a moment, just staring at Leo, and then he finally spoke again, his voice low and commanding: "Close the door."
Leo obeyed. The second the latch clicked, a hand the size of a dinner plate closed around his throat and slammed him back against the wall. The stranger's left arm rose. A forest of thick, dripping black pit hair appeared inches from Leo's face. Then it was on him.
The smell blew his mind away, making his cock leak instantly. How could it smell like this if the guy had just taken a shower? The stud flexed his arm, trapping Leo's entire face in the wet crevice. Coarse hair scraped his cheeks. Sweat poured into his mouth. He inhaled until his lungs burned and his eyes watered.
Time started to blur.
The pit musk flooded Leo's senses like a drug, thick and intoxicating. Every breath pulled more of its salty, spicy musk in. His head swam. His tiny cock strained painfully against the thin fabric of his shorts, already leaking a wet spot that spread fast.
The big man didn't speak. He just pressed harder, grinding the soaked hollow of his armpit over Leo's nose and mouth until Leo was breathing air through his forest of wiry hairs. Sweat dripped steadily onto his tongue. He swallowed without thinking, unaware of what was to come.
K finally pulled back. Leo gasped, dazed, strings of spit and sweat connecting his lips to the dark skin. "Strip", K said with authority. There was no room for disobedience with him. Leo's hands moved on autopilot. His tank top peeled off, sticking to his damp skin. Then, his shorts dropped. There was no underwear, just his small pale dick bobbing free, already glistening at the tip. He felt tiny next to the man towering over him.
K's towel fell away. The cock Leo had seen in the photo swung heavy between thick thighs. Darker than the rest of him, it looked even bigger in person, with bulging veins and foreskin half-retracted over a blunt dripping head. Leo's hole clenched instinctively.
"On your knees, white boy."
Leo dropped. The carpet burned his skin. K stepped forward, gripping the base of his shaft and slapping it once, then twice against Leo's cheek. Pre-cum smeared against his lips.
"Open."
And Leo did. K fed the head in slowly. The taste of it salty and bitter, musky in the same way the pit had been. Leo moaned around it, tongue swirling desperately. K didn't thrust yet. He just held Leo's head still and let him do all the work of worshipping him. Minutes passed like that. Leo's jaw hurt. His throat burned from trying to take more. Saliva ran down his chin, dripping onto his chest. Something felt... off.
The big Indian man finally moved. With each thrust, he went deeper. Leo gagged, crying from the pain, but he didn't pull away. How could he? He wanted more. K pulled out abruptly. A thick rope of spit connected Leo's mouth to the glistening cock. K hauled him up by the arm like he weighed nothing and shoved him toward the bedroom.
"Bed. Ass up."
Leo scrambled submissively onto the mattress. His heart hammered. The room smelled even stronger here, but Leo just felt his mind go numb. The large Indian man climbed behind him, his knees sinking into the mattress. Then, he felt it. Something hot and slimy, on his hole. A wet tongue dragged over his hole. Then, fingers:
One, slick with spit...
Two, to stretch him out...
Three, to fill him in...
Leo's cock dripped steadily onto the sheets, he was in pure bliss.
When K lined up, his head pressed against Leo's rim. No condom needed. No lube beyond spit and pre-cum.
"Relax baby", K murmured, the first softness in his voice. "Let it in."
Leo tried. He tried very hard. But the massive hard cock stretching out his hole was very much painful. Inch after inch it sank in until those brown hips met Leo's ass. Buried to the root. K stayed like that for a moment, letting Leo adjust. Then he bent forward, grinding deep.
"Fuck... you're tight yaar", he growled in a thick dominant Indian accent.
Leo whimpered. K started fucking him hard. The bed creaked. Leo's eyes watered. Every sloppy thrust was like a punch to his stomach that took the breath out of him. K's heavy balls slapped against his smaller ones. All you could hear in that room was the sound of that huge cock messily rearranging Leo's guts. K leaned over him, sweat pouring off his chest onto Leo's back, beard scraping his shoulder.
"Gonna flood you now, pyare."
Ten brutal strokes later he buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan. Thick, hot jets of cum blasted straight into Leo's belly - pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around the shaft and ran down his trembling thighs. K stayed buried for a long minute, grinding lazily, milking every drop. Then he pulled out with a wet pop. A river of white cum gushed from Leo's ruined hole.
"Shit... good fuck bhai", K panted. His phone buzzed on the table. The stud glanced at it and cursed in Hindi. "I have to be at the airport in two hours. Flight back to Mumbai tonight." He gave Leo's ass a casual slap, wiped his cock on the boy's discarded tank top, and started pulling on clothes. Leo lay there dazed, his hole still twitching. He could feel the load still leaking out of him, warm and heavy. His own little dick had shot twice untouched, leaving pathetic puddles on the sheets.
The Indian man was already dressed, with a simple black shirt, jeans, and a small suitcase by the door.
"Close the door when you leave, bhai."
There it was again, that word, bhai... Leo had no idea what it meant, but that was it. There was no goodbye after that, no numbers exchanged, no nothing - just a quick anonymous breeding session before catching a flight home.
After what felt like an eternity, Leo somehow managed to pull his cum-stained clothes on and stumbled out into the hallway. That thick funky smell still clung to him. He walked home in a haze, the Indian load still squelching inside him with every step. He doesn't remember much of the walk, only that strangers recoiled whenever he passed someone.
Arriving at his place, he kicked the door shut, peeled off the cum-crusted tank top, and dropped his shorts. Naked, he padded straight to the bathroom. The mirror showed the same pale, skinny Leo he always saw. But the smell... fuck, the smell.
He cranked the shower temperature to scalding hot and stepped under the water. He scrubbed everywhere: pits, chest, ass crack, even shoved his soapy fingers inside himself to try and rinse out the thick remnants of the Indian man's breeding.
But the musk didn't fade.
If anything, it got stronger. Not bad, just... different. The smell clung to his skin like it lived there now. He sniffed his own pit. It was nothing like the raw pit-stink from earlier, but still his cock jumped at the scent.
"Shit", he muttered, rinsing off one last time. No use. The smell was inside him somehow. He stepped out of the shower, still dripping, and wrapped a towel round his hips. Wiped the mirror clean and stared at his reflection. He looked a bit fuller? Probably just the hot water and that insane fuck still messing with his head. "Weird", he muttered, and padded naked to bed. Halfway across the room sickness hit him hard. His body felt heavy and hot all over. "Fuck... I don't feel so good..." he groaned. He collapsed face-first onto the mattress, yanked the duvet over his damp body, and was out cold in seconds.
His body burned with fever. So much sweat poured out, soaking the sheets and dripping off his forehead onto the pillow. He tossed and moaned softly as his pale skin started to change. A rich golden tan crept slowly from his neck down across his chest, arms, belly and thighs. The colour sank in deep, turning him a warm sun-kissed shade. The musk grew thicker too, rolling off his damp golden skin in warm, addictive waves, though he couldn't really smell it while asleep.
Fine dark hairs pushed out across his chest, forming a light dusting over his pecs and trailing down the centre of his stomach. Just enough to look a bit manlier. Around his lips, a soft black fuzz started sprouting. All over he filled out a little - his shoulders rounded broader, while his arms gained some new thickness. His breathing grew heavier and the room filled with his developing scent. Half-hard, he humped the mattress slowly, leaking a wet patch beneath him without ever waking.
After a while the worst of the fever eased, and he settled into a deeper sleep, all while that putrid funk spread through his place, melting into the walls and furniture, making it so anyone who entered would be hit with that same intoxicating scent.
Then, deeper in the morning night, the second and much stronger wave crashed through him.
The heat inside flared violently. His golden tan rapidly darkened, racing across every inch until he was a rich, deep brown from head to toe. Bones creaked and shifted as he grew taller, gaining three solid inches. Shoulders widened dramatically while his arms ballooned into thick, powerful biceps. His chest surged outward into heavy meaty pecs with fat dark nipples, and strong abs formed under a soft but powerful belly. Thighs thickened massively, his arse lifted and rounded into two perfect bouncy globes, and his feet grew wider and longer.
Between his legs his cock throbbed and stretched in his sleep. It swelled longer and much thicker, turning the same deep brown as his skin. The foreskin thickened around a fat flared head that leaked steadily. His balls dropped lower - heavy and full - the sack growing dark and fuzzy. A thick trail of coarse black hair exploded down his new pecs, across his abs and bloomed into a proper manly bush above that monster nine-inch cock.
His face changed last. Jaw squared off strong and masculine. Nose broadened just right. Lips plumped full. Dark black stubble erupted across his cheeks and chin, growing full and sexy in minutes. The hair on his head turned jet black and wavy, plastered to his sweaty forehead. His eyebrows thickened, making him look more masculine, more manly.
Inside his head everything melted away. All memories of being Leo vanished, replaced by new ones of growing up as an Indian immigrant. His thoughts slowed right down and became simple and horny. Smart stuff no longer mattered. All that was left was working out his sexy body, smelling like a man, and emptying his balls.
By sunrise he was a completely different man. The Asian Flu had turned him into a big dumb carefree Indian himbo.
Morning light cut through the blinds at 07:15, and filled the room as Leo Lehan woke up. The big brown stud stretched his massive arms with a dopey cocky grin and rumbled in a thick Indian accent. He had no idea he had ever been anyone else. This was him. Always had been.
The sheets stuck to his sweaty brown skin. He lifted one heavy arm and buried his nose straight into his pit, inhaling deep. "Mmm fuck... proper man smell." His fat brown cock instantly surged to full hardness, nine thick inches throbbing against his thigh. He wrapped one hand around it and started stroking slow and lazy while his other hand reached behind to finger his still-slick hole.
"Chod... yeah... love this body yaar", he groaned, voice deep and stupid with lust. He pumped faster, shoving three fingers up his arse as he sniffed his pit again, then his heavy balls. The thick addictive musk filled the room completely. His brain floated on pure horniness. All the memories of who he used to be turned into cum, filling his balls. He couldn't hold much longer, he needed to unload...
With a deep roar, Lehan came hard. Thick white ropes blasted across his brown pecs and splattered into his face. Pulse after pulse, far more than his old body could ever produce. He kept fingering himself through every spurt, milking it all out, then licked a thick glob of his own cum off his thumb with a satisfied groan.
"Best wank ever bhai..." - he said talking to himself.
He was still panting, cum dripping down his abs, when the front door suddenly exploded inward.
Three figures in black tactical gear stormed into the room, with raised weapons - our AEGIS containment team. The lead agent's voice came through the helmet, calm and professional.
"Subject confirmed. IND2 strain carrier located. Tracking signature from Patient IND1-A matches. Secure the asset."
Lehan blinked at them, still lazily stroking his softening cock with cum glistening all over his deep brown chest. He flashed a wide horny grin.
The agents stayed silent, but the lead one hesitated for half a second, as the thick musk rolled off the new himbo stud. Suddenly, Lehan was hit by 3 darts in quick succession. He grinned sloppily for a couple of seconds, inviting the agents to join him and dropped unconscious.
[AEGIS ā Containment Status: ONGOING]
We have securely detained all the confirmed carriers infected by IND1-A, which we have classified under the IND2 tag. IND1-A still remains on the loose, having slipped through airport security and our surveillance systems somehow, and seems to be located in India for the time being (from what we discovered from this encounter with IND2-G).
Additional resources are being deployed to track down any remaining infected. It seems our strain proved extremely effective at infectiousness and rapid incubation, more than what we would have liked it to. Keep the public in the dark, our statistics show there's a very low chance that this escalates further. Tracking IND1-A, former Dr. Nakamura, remains our top priority.
