This is only an example of how an history would go in this world. We can do another RP with another characters.
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Splat. Splat. Splat.
I walk across downtown with a mask on my face. Its a stylish mask with a scene of flowers. Besides that Im wearing hydrophobic sneakers, socks, pants, and shirt. All normal casual wear with an additive that helps all fluids slide off.
A necessity in these days...
I step on yet another puddle of semen. God knows how long it has been there. The rancid goo splats out and lands all over the lower portion of my pants, most of it slides right off, but a small trickle remains. Thankfully it pools like beads on the surface and it'll come off with a rinse, as opposed to my old favorite pants that...
yeeeaah.. I prefer not to think about them anymore.
A couple passes by dressed in what is increasingly becoming the new normal attire. Thin, loose dresses that have so much exposed breast its not even a "cut" anymore, but a full on window. And thats without mentioning their skirts which now have a cutout to purposefully expose the 2 foot-long rods of dickflesh hanging from between their legs, giant bras cupping their balls which hang out in the open.
They smile at me. "Good morning, Miriam!" they say as they give me a wide birth.
I smile back politely. "Good morning" I say. I dont know their names, but they all know mine. There's only a dozen or so of us uninfected on campus anymore and the infected (or, as they like to call themselves, "improved") by now know the names of all of us.
They're decently polite, giving us some space as a token of good gesture, but its ultimately useless. Its a sexually transmitted disease, and they sure love to leave their sexuality fucking everywhere...
But hey, at least they dont rape us. Youd think thats a very low bar to clear, but apparently surprise on-the-spot rape is becoming a gesture of politeness. "Giving one another pleasure to fill the time is only polite" my infected friends that Im increasingly becoming distant from told me.
And a new gesture I have to deal with every-fucking-day.
I reach the place of chinese food and I'm met with an all out orgy. Massively-breasted, horsecocked women plowing one another over the tables waiting tables.
Yes, waiting tables. No, there is no chairs. Yes, this is expected to happen. Remember "to fill the time?" that means fucking anytime and everytime there is nothing to do.
I take a number and step aside. To my right is the waiting line orgy, to my left are the "normal" tables with people eating away. And by that I mean eating chinese, cock, and cum. Mostly the latter two.
I place my eyes in the least lewd sight I can find, that being the servers filling up the plates of chinese. They're dressed in oversexualized uniforms.
Some have their giant hard cocks strapped to their bodies with leather to prevent them from swinging around, giant condoms hanging from their flared cocktips. Others appear to be flaccid, thankfully including the two girls actually serving the food.
Oh yeah, did I mention the virus turns everyone into futanari? Of course it does.
One by one they call the numbers, someone exits the orgy, sometimes mid cumming, to go get their order, spewing jizz all over the floor, not that it makes any difference at this point.
Youd think that this would upset the owners. But on the wall there is a cutout on a sheet of 20 cm of dried cum. Underneath it, it reads. "This is how much cum packed up in the last month, thank you for making us this popular!"
They call my number. Finally. I step up. "Good day, Miriam! The usual?" She asks with a beaming smile. "Yeah thanks! Add in two summer rolls." I respond and she gets to work. They may be disgusting as hell, but I can't lie that the polite attention makes the whole situation easier to deal with.
She serves it to me and reaches ot over to the girl on the register. But she's distracted. The register girl is looking the other way, removing her old bloated condom and replacing it with a new one.
"Tammy, hurry up. Miriam is waiting." says the serving girl as she shuffles slightly over, stretching her arm to leave my order on the counter. Why not walk rather than stretch? I have a suspicion, and looking down confirms it. The serving girl is pinned in place by a full 50 gallon condom wrapped around her cock.
"Going! Going!" The register girl says before turning around with a new condom on her rod.
"Hi Miriam! Sorry for the wait."
I smile. "No problem, Tammy." I tell her. This girl I do know, a friend of my roomates.
"Tell the guys to not forget my glasses tonight? I forgot them in your place."
"Oh sure! No problem." I say as I hand her over exact change.
One by one they call the numbers, someone exits the orgy, sometimes mid cumming, to go get their order, spewing jizz all over the floor, not that it makes any difference at this point.
Youd think that this would upset the owners. But on the wall there is a cutout on a sheet of 20 cm of dried cum. Underneath it, it reads. "This is how much cum packed up in the last month, thank you for making us this popular!"
They call my number. Finally. I step up. "Good day, Miriam! The usual?" She asks with a beaming smile. "Yeah thanks! Add in two summer rolls." I respond and she gets to work. They may be disgusting as hell, but I can't lie that the polite attention makes the whole situation easier to deal with.
She serves it to me and reaches ot over to the girl on the register. But she's distracted. The register girl is looking the other way, removing her old bloated condom and replacing it with a new one.
"Tammy, hurry up. Miriam is waiting." says the serving girl as she shuffles slightly over, stretching her arm to leave my order on the counter. Why not walk rather than stretch? I have a suspicion, and looking down confirms it. The serving girl is pinned in place by a full 50 gallon condom wrapped around her cock.
"Going! Going!" The register girl says before turning around with a new condom on her rod.
"Hi Miriam! Sorry for the wait."
I smile. "No problem, Tammy." I tell her. This girl I do know, a friend of my roomates.
"Tell the guys to not forget my glasses tonight? I forgot them in your place."
"Oh sure! No problem." I say as I hand her over exact change.
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Have you ever wanted to become a dumb intersex horny dorse surrounded by equals?
To feel your mind melt as you become a creature of pleasure, and all the blood in your brain leave into your massive new erection?
The idea is that we live in a world where a dorse virus has started to spread, almost everyone is in the first stages of the virus, but eventually people will start to get more infected and become dorses too.
We can create a world like that. DM, I have some ideas and I would love to hear yours.
Please, only people open to mutual TF and posts bigger than two paragraphs.
All character must be +18