#werebreedervirus

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition VII

It was a bit of a surprise, really. The smell really made my mouth water. And I actually wanted to eat it. Huh.

Transformation-time was a time of new experiences. Apparently.

Come to think of it… I had never eaten when I was transformed. Too distracted by… other things. The dissertation hadn’t said anything about food-sensitivity, but hey, everyone was different.

When I finally – after another sniff – took a mouthful, my eyebrows shot up: “Mh!”

I was honestly surprised how good this was.

I made sure to properly clean the spoon with my tongue.

There were spicier parts sometimes, it was a nice, prickly feeling on my tongue.

It was also delightfully rich in flavour. All kinds pleasantly mixed together.

I ended up turning the spoon and slowly pulling in out of my mouth, making sure I properly cleaned it.

I even closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, Henoch was looking at me, with surprise in his eyes. He stared.

This did not change for the next twenty seconds, so I tilted my head and smiled: “It’s really delicious, how is yours?”

He actually blushed slightly when he awakened from his staring and said: “I’m sure it’s great. I… didn’t try. Yet,” which was a little different from usual, admittedly. His plate was first to get plundered at any point in time. And he visibly enjoyed his food, then.

Was there reason to worry?

…

Apparently not all that much. He did start to eat. In a somewhat shovelling way.

And I, for once, ate slower than him. Closing me eyes to enjoy the texture and flavour. Mixing a bit with the spices Gabrielle sent with the portions, too. It was quite an experience.

One I did not expect.

I took my time… slowly savouring the food. Just a little bit of water to flush it down. Didn’t want any additional tastes.

When I looked up again, he still looked at me. Eating, but still looking at me. Slightly blushing.

I looked him in the eye the next time I licked the spoon. He concentrated on the spoon.

Oh.

How interesting.

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition VI

A side effect of Gabrielle and Henoch coming over from time to time is that I could actually warm up food.

And a microwave. They had wrestled me into submission with that.

…

In this moment I really wished that it was only my special state that made me connect wrestling with something more sexual than it already was. I sincerely hoped no one else had to suffer through this, since… it was somewhat annoying. Seeing innuendos or sex-connected objects everywhere. It was distracting.

Thankfully, I could shake it off.

At least right now.

It was Henoch’s fault.

And I should at least thank him with a proper dinner.

He liked having dinner. And enjoyed food.

So I did justice to Gabe’s pre-prepared food and arranged it properly, after it warmed up. She certainly had meant well, this was enough food for days. But we needed nutrients, didn’t we?

Many physically exhausting things we can d-

I sighed. Really. It was annoying.

But when Henoch returned from the shower – he had taken a few moments to think, I supposed – he seemed delighted at the sight of food. Before his expression returned to mildly-dubious again.

“Tadaaaa!” I said. And he tilted his head slightly.

I’m glad he hadn’t protested his set of clothes. These trousers clung nicely to his backsi-

… I chosen them because they were comfortable, I had thought. But here I was. ‘Checking out his ass’.

I pulled the chair out for him and his face did something complicated, before he sat down, saying: “Thanks”

“Say thanks to Gabrielle, she meant well,” I said, lighthearted as I could be. But it was true, I even had to bring out a hearth to keep everything warm.

“Ah, yes,” he waved and pointed at the food and made a thumbs-up at one of the cameras.

He then turned back to me. I moved my eyes from his collar bones back to his eyes again. Expression had turned more serious again.

And he cleared his throat: “Well. I… just wanted to ask: Are you… alright? I mean… usually I’m a lot more… careful with my-“

“Henoch. I don’t think I gave you a lot of choice, did I?” It was a strange subject.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged and filled is plate with food: “You… no, but… are you okay?”

Lots of food to choose from, so I put some on my own plate as well, distractions were nice: “Of course I am… except for the general… state… what about you?”

“… I was surprised,” he said, stabbing his rice, “You aren’t usually… the type”

I may have made a bit of a face at that: “… well, I am not. But I’m not usually ‘the type’ for a lot of things I am right now the type for. Like a D-cup bra, for example. Or this food. It smells… really, really good”

I sniffed at my fork. It smelled a lot better than… well… I usually didn’t sniff my food…

Henoch on the other side of the table raised his eyebrows: “Oh?”

Like it was actually an interesting piece of information.

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition V

The water felt good.

Calmed my nerves a little.

And my legs.

I had probably… babbled on the way to the bathroom.

Because I was not sure what to think about what just happened.

Raphael was… different-attractive, like this.

I had stared at the skirt waving from side to side, clinging to her butt.

And had tried not to cling to the thought that I was… in her just about a minute earlier.

But it was a somewhat obnoxious thought.

I was not one for one-night stands. And currently, it felt a little like I did not know the person.

Raphael is usually not the type to… take advantage of me in the corridor.

But… I was okay. Right now. Perfectly safe and sound. Nothing hurts. And me knees felt a lot less wobbly as well.

It still felt surreal.

Especially since Raphael came in and for the first time since… we first met, really, I felt embarrassed when he came into the room without knocking (instead of annoyed, because that I always felt, no matter the circumstance)

“You’ll never learn to knock, will you?” I said, anyway, for normalcy’s sake.

“No,” Raphael answered, In an unfamiliar voice, but with the same intonation, “You can’t hear me under the shower anyway”

And then disappeared again.

It was a lot stranger than I’d anticipated.

When I stepped out of the shower, smelling like Raphael’s usual shampoo and shower gel, I found one of my flowy tops and… harem pants I did not recognise.

I rolled my eyes. He had bought me stuff again. I was rather certain he ‘lost’ the receipt, too.

… and I would not run half naked through the house now. Who knew what would happen then.

After he had come in fully clothed in the beginning.

It would not be that much of a problem if there would have been underwear at least, but… no such luck.

I assumed it was on purpose.

Which… err… answered one of the question I might have had, I supposed.

I stared at the gifted pants and considered my options…

… most likely – if planned to or not - I would get rid of the underwear anyway, during the evening. And he didn’t actually get to give back his gifts anyway.

Feeling the soft material, I sighed and but them on.

It was a nice, soft feeling, sliding over my skin. Not uncomfortable, even without underwear, which… was a feat.

I liked it.

It was probably not a coincidence that is slightly clung to the skin.

I sighed.

We would need to talk.

Talk about how SHE was actually, since… well… I… might have hurt her with… anatomy.

I splashed some cold water I my face and dabbed it with a towel.

I was refreshed.

The evening could progress. Maybe it would be… less surprising this time.

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition IV

After a stretch, I rubbed my head.

I did feel better. A lot better.

It was a little bit like a fog clearing in my head.

Not… really, but…

I involuntarily clenched around him.

… I did feel a lot more… aware of this. Than… well, not than usual.

Usually, I was not equipped with a vagina, so… this was different.

It was a nice feeling.

A good feeling, but it…

It was distracting.

So, I got up.

I tried to do that in a normal, dignified way.

But – as it should be expected – I was somewhat shaky in my attempt.

And the sudden loss of his… girth… was something I could feel. And my body protested, with something like a feeling of loss.

It was strange, really.

This body probably reacted like any human reacted to sex, simply… enhanced.

Made more sense, then. That Henoch and Gabe liked it so much at any time.

I rubbed my head again, Henoch seemed to have some trouble readjusting as well, but… less so.

Because he already looked at me, a little disbelieving. And shocked.

And I was almost sure he had answered me.

Would have been be good to listen. Ah well.

For now, I smiled a little and reached out a hand to him: “This is a strange… state, come on, let’s get you cleaned up”

He did reach for my hand, before he noticed, that he was not entirely decent.

After righting this wrong – I noticed I was staring, and involuntarily smiling, too, a strange experience – he grabbed it and let himself be pulled up.

Thankfully, also a bit wobbly on his legs.

I did have my strength, still.

I shoved him into bathroom while he was still not sure what to say, and likely too embarrassed. A shower would do him good.

“Clear your head, take a shower, you know where the towels are, I’ll bring you clothes, alright?”

He nodded. Still a little wobbly. And disappeared in the bathroom.

I… should also get cleaned up.

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition III

I rang the door.

And held up the food, because I felt like I should bring… something? And food was good. And useful. And… I was nervous again.

But I had rung, and she would be the host, so for the next few minutes, I didn’t need to worry too much.

When the door opened, I smiled as nicely and convincingly as possible. Which probably wasn’t much, since I closed my eyes to spare me the embarrassment for a moment longer.

A moment later, I learned this was a mistake.

For the general understanding of the situation.

Because I noticed the bag got taken out of my hand and my other hand got grabbed to pull me in with some urgency.

So I was faced with a familiar corridor and no one in front of me, because Raphael apparently had moved past me to-

I felt my jacket slipping off my shoulders and turned to the movement.

Here I saw the silver head of hair I knew, but it was further down in the height-area. Raphael was smaller than usual. And… now putting my jacket on the wardrobe, before grabbing my necktie and-

“MNH!,” she was kissing me.

She. Very much she. The body now pressed against me was very much female.  

I held my hands up, and tried to escape backwards, which ended… against a wall. A very solid wall.

Was caught between a wall and a… very, very soft place and-

When I finally got the idea to get away by simply righting myself – she was smaller, after all – I noticed her hand around my necktie.

She did let up, though. And I could look into Raphael’s green eyes. Those were familiar. Unlike their expression. Because there was a want in those eyes.

And I blushed.

Very different. This.

She moved her body against mine and my hands lowered, which she took as an allowance to… kiss me again, a little less forceful. Moved her lips against mine, and her hand went from my tie to my hair, still very insistent.

But I could work with that. Could put my own hands on… her. Her body. Her hips. Shoulder. Slow this down, get her to calm down.

And while her fingers buried themselves into my hair and she slipped her tongue into my mouth when she rubbed herself especially insistent against me and I couldn’t help but gasp, I made soothing motions on Raphael’s much, much curvier form.

Let them run calmly from below her chest down to her waist and her hipbones in one smooth line. Could put my thumbs on her hipbones feel them through the light dress, could run them further to her ass and… squeeze and-

She took that moment to jump me. And grind her hips against mine. And that’s when I slid down the wall behind me, ending with a Raphael in my lap.

I openly stared at her. Because now she towered slightly over me, knees on both sides of my hips and… ground down into them.

She smiled, delighted, when I almost squeaked.

There were more kisses, she leaned down, still cradling my head.

My hands wanted to resume the calming motions… until I heard a clink-ing sound.

And my pants got tighter.

Before there was a sliding sound.

And a hard thud when my belt hit another wall.

I maybe was too okay with this development. I felt my cheeks burning and whined when she palmed me through my pants.

Which earned me another kiss, underlined be a zipper-noise.

And then I simply moaned in her mouth, because I felt a hand squeeze around my dick.

It also moved.

While she was licking into my mouth.

My whole body twitched when she rubbed her thumb over the head. And she sat up, after a last peck on my lips.

Licking her lips, she grabbed it a little more firmly and… moved her hips over it, rubbing against…

I… might have groaned at that.

My hands were already on her. And I squeezed something soft, squeezed and grabbed.

After a few more rubs, everything became… very warm. Tight. Slippery.

She moaned, rolled her hips. And I could feel it.

This. Feel her tightening around me.

And then she put a hand on my shoulder.

And started moving. Moved her hips.

Gasped when she got back down.

‘got to be inside again.

I got to feel her and-

My head was spinning.

My hips jerked involuntarily.

Her breast was round and nice and firm, in that dress.

Squeezing her butt made her change her angle, make her moan more sweetly.

I pinched her nipple, her breath hitched a second.

We continued in rhythm, hips meeting, her hand tightening on my shoulder.

She cried out, arm giving out. Her forehead fell on my shoulder.

And her insides *squeezed* around me.

I came.

A strange, prolonged feeling, being squeezed and milked and kept.

While she breathed on top of me, dress hiked up, my hand in the V-neck of it.

She turned her head slightly and nuzzled against my throat: “… hey, Henoch… glad to have you”

I stretched out my legs, letting go of the tension, regaining my breath.

She sounded satisfied and settled for pressing herself completely against me, trapping my hand.

This… this was one way to start the evening.

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition II Still a pre-action-thing ^^;

So, apparently, the ‚pillow room‘  was all set up.

Gabe prepared the food, handed it to me, kissed me good bye and then winked at me, saying ‘Give me a good show’. And that Raph should be on top for her. At least once.

My fiancée is a wonderful person, really, but sometimes I was concerned about her idea of a healthy sex life. After all, she sent me to have sex with our friend with benefits alone this time.

And since this friend was female right now, this might be a strange occurrence? It certainly was new and… while I agreed, I was not yet sure how to react? How I would react in general?

But well.

The evening hadn’t started yet, Raphael is a very rational and blunt person. Talking it over with him would be fine. If I felt uncomfortable, we would talk it over and everything would be great.

And whatever would happen, I was very sure nothing in our relationship would change, at least from his side. Because he simply decided he liked me and that was that. No judgement.

It was weird to have been literally told this, but… it was weirdly reassuring in this even weirder situation.

It felt good to be able to cling to some facts before having sex with one of my best friends, who sports a newly acquired female form.

Said friend, usually quite in control of the situation, also does text me right at this moment. And, since I am driving, the text-to-speech-function said: “We do agree that we absolutely consent to having sex today, yes?”

I did feel myself blush. But it did reaffirm the stance of proper consent, and that Raphael was not entirely sure either. But there was… an open communication. Which I appreciated.

I then told my watch: “Respond to text: ‘Yes, we do agree. But I’m driving. See you in fifteen’”

Because then we still had time to talk.

The next fifteen minutes, I would… calm down and concentrate on proper driving. Everything was alright. We knew each other since ages, after all. It would just be a little different this time around.

So, I parked the car in Raphael’s spot and got out of the car.

My vest was sitting properly, my pants sat – to quote Gabe – just right, the tie looked good in the mirror, my hair didn’t do anything weird and my jacket did not get too tight yet, despite my admittedly best efforts. I got my bag, my keys, all

I climbed the stairs, took a deep breath and rang the door.

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Encounters with Consequences - educated edition

He had come to think of it as the 'time of the month'. Like so many women did, with a different inconveniencing condition they had to suffer through. His own was more and less convenient at the same time Less because he was only afflicted at night and could do his daily business unhindered. More because it changing your very own bone structure twice daily and being in an altered mental state during the night is both painful and terribly un-ignorable.

It really was rather tedious. All research had gotten him to one published paper. And many rumours on the internet. The 'werebreeder'-virus. A distasteful name for a virus that turns men into women during the full moon. At least during the night.   The paper goes on and on about the importance of the atmosphere for the correct light-response, any artificial sunlight-reflectors had no effect. Complete darkness can cancel out the effect, but only small amounts are enough to trigger the effect. Transmittable by bodily fluids - saliva is sufficient. The transmitting effect can be cancelled, but once the virus took root, it is not removable at the current point in time.

... great. It was still a terribly stupid virus and likely - in some way or another - engineered. He did not know how, but since sex-changes or adjustments were more easily possible these days... a moonlight-trigger might not be that far off. No wonder no one made the virus public. It was something people might experiment with, and that had to be avoided. Of course he had to run into someone who had actually gotten their hands on it and afflicted him. That problem was dealt with, he was treated now... he himself was no longer infectious either, but there was someone in Greece, apparently, who was intend on sharing... It was not his particular problem, though.

Because there was still the constant arousal. The constant and very distracting arousal, that he could have gone without. He didn't have that problem when he was male. His sex drive actually was barely existent. Usually. It made the sudden need even more jarring. To try to somehow better the situation, he had become an expert at creating orgasms for his female body. The collection of toys had reached a somewhat impressive size. But it simply did not work. Orgasms only left her slightly out of breath and still very, very much needy. The paper was possibly right, then. Only intercourse intended for reproduction was effective to lessen the effects of arousal. Or strong sleeping pills. The latter had an addictive effect, though.

No one knew of his affliction yet - he was advised to keep it under wraps -, but... he actually was in a relationship with two people. And maybe - just maybe - they actually appreciated a higher sex drive in his person. And if he was honest, his female form was objectively more attractive than his male counterpart.

There was only the discussion of... terms. And taking into account what the paper said. This month, he had installed cameras in his flat, presented himself before and after the transformation... And then used the toys. Excessively. It at least gave a reprieve of about a quarter of an hour. And was a good measure of how very much willing his female body was to partake in sexual activities. And therefore how willing he was. It would be different from usual, where he is mostly the one bringing toys and taking over if Henoch had enough. Or experiments were had. ... and the first trial would need to be without Gabrielle, since the paper speaks of territorial behaviour.

The talk went... rather smoothly, after they had seen the video. Gabrielle telling him she would be fine if the cameras had a life feed, and they 'might try things later, right?' Thankfully, they had. Birth control was checked with a morning after pill - really, condoms did not help with the effects and hormones were haywire anyway, so a pill did not help. And... if Henoch really needed to tie him or feed him, it was not the worst thing. Maybe... there would be a little more data in there. And maybe he would get a good night's rest afterwards. He would certainly try to keep the positions Gabrielle requested in mind.

Next week was another full moon... and so, Saturday might be a strange day for everyone. The two of them certainly seemed not uninterested. For him, it might finally give a little reprieve. The paper said it gets more manageable after proper intercourse was had.