"All right, we're breaking for lunch." A tinny voice announced from Melissa's cheap headphones. "Thank you all for joining this video meeting, and to all of you infected with the Futa Virus, thank you for muting yourself when you had sex or masturbated."
A chuckle came from all the unmuted participants in the meeting and a few of the muted people blushed deep red. Those who were both muted and had a black screen almost emanated embarrassed cringe through the monitor. One or two of them had already had a conversation with HR.
Melissa disconnected from the meeting and heaved a gigantic sigh. At the same instant, her fourteen inch cock swung up from under her desk. She reached for a cup of coffee with a sigh as precum threatened to stain her green sweater. All through the meeting her eyes had been locked on one of her male coworkers and his impeccable chest muscles. Even with a brand new dick, she still lusted for guys.
Yes, a few days ago Melissa had been infected with the brand new disease called The FUTA Virus. She didn't know how she had contracted the infection, but the signs were unmistakable. Futa cock, expanded G cup tits, and a sex drive she could barely keep under control while working her computer.
For those unaware of what the Futa Virus is, the Futa Virus was the result of a Florida biolab mistake that combined COVID with a secret experimental mutogenic agent.
The symptoms of the Futa virus varied depending on the infected's gender. Females infected by the virus would always grow penises of varying sizes, other symptoms included, but were not limited to, increased libido, enhanced breast size, exceptional stamina, and, informally at least, a gradual loss of morality and decency.
Males infected by the virus had their own way of exhibiting symptoms. The majority of those affected would pass on to their preferred afterlife. Those who survived would gain the enhanced sexual performance that their futa counterparts received, but those who gained only that were the rare exception. More commonly, men infected by the Futa Virus would transform into full on futas. Genetic testing later on could only find faint traces of their previous masculinity, well, aside from the massive futa cocks they now possessed.
In the midst of her fantasizing, there was a soft knock at the door. "Mom, are you on lunch break?" It was her son, Marcus. Ever since her husband left for milk many years ago, it had just been the two of them. She and him against the world together forever.
"Give me a minute, sweetie." Melissa exclaimed, she hastened to push her cock between her legs and hide it under the desk. "Ok, come in."
Marcus entered with a tray in his arms. He had a slightly waifish look, his wiry body looked like it could be blown away in a gust of wind, but he made up for his lack of visible muscles with a beautiful face that absolutely glowed when he smiled. He smiled a lot around his mother.
"I made something simple today. Spaghetti carbonara with a side of garlic bread." At 18 years old, Marcus was a surprisingly good cook and used all his talents for the sake of his dearest mother. He slid the tray onto a serving table and gave a loving kiss to the top of her head.
It was all Melissa could do to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. Her love for her son was overflowing at the best of times, and the hormones from the Futa Virus threatened to push it into overdrive. However, she wasn't sure if her son had been infected yet by the Futa Virus as well and didn't want to do anything to risk his health.
"Thank you, darling. This all looks delicious!"
"It should be, I packed it with all my affection for you, mom." He gave his mother a long hug that casually squeezed her enormous tits. She now had to clench her legs in an iron vise to keep her cock from springing up like a mousetrap. He was so close, and she could almost smell his manliness despite his soft face. For a moment, she pictured his skinny ass on her lap. "Honey, I've got to catch up on work. I'll bring the dishes out later."
"Ok, mom. I'll get dinner going. See you after work!" The instant the door closed behind Marcus, Melissa's fourteen inch cock sprang up and she began furiously masturbating.
"Oh fuck. Why did I have to get stuck in quarantine with such a cute boy? My son is so cute! Fuck, I'm fucking cumming!" Her back arched as spunk erupted from her dick, her fist sized balls let loose all the cum it had backed up from hours of meetings and reports. When she finished orgasming, panting and spent in her desk chair, her desk was covered with puddles of cum. "Fuuuuuck..."
It took half an hour for Melissa to recover herself and realize the mess. She immediately panicked and began cleaning up and wolfed down her food. Not realizing that it had been flavored with some of her errant baby batter. As she logged back onto her computer, Melissa resolved to wear a condom next time she jerked off.
In the kitchen, Marcus was busy on his laptop looking up recipes that would help people with Futa Virus. "Hmm. This one says it's good for energy. Although this article says that people with futa virus need plenty of fluids." He paused for a moment as an unfiltered picture of the writer's futa cock scrolled past on the page. "I wonder what happened to mom? Is she feeling all right with her new body? Does she have a cock like this, or is it bigger?" The 18 year old opened a new window and searched for how family could help those infected with Futa Virus. Of course, this led to numerous adult videos that showed exactly how to help futas.
Now Marcus wasn't gay, his twink-ish/femboy appearance notwithstanding, but he was willing to do whatever it took to help his mother with her new body. Nothing was off the table. Nothing.
Later that night after dinner, the two relaxed together on the couch while watching a movie. Marcus had put on his mother's favorite romance movie, The Notebook, with plenty of mint chip ice cream. He snuggled against her warm body like he always had as they watched the younger characters experience the drama known as love.
When the movie got to the part in the abandoned house, Melissa felt her fourteen inch cock stir beneath her skirt. No woman, or futa, could resist a young Ryan Gosling, especially not the thirty something year old single mother. She attempted to shift away from her son to hide her growing boner. There was only so much room on the couch though and he refused to separate himself from her.
"I'm going to get a drink." Melissa announced with the worst acting possible.
"But you're going to miss your favorite part, mom!" Marcus' arms remained clasped around her like a koala. "They've put down the blanket."
Melissa was forced to watch the steamy scene while trying to suppress her libido, mental distractions, breathing exercises, anything she could think of, but her futa dick refused to respond to her will and it slowly rose like a horny kraken. A visible tent displayed her lust to the world and she prayed that her son wouldn't look down.
"Mom." Her prayers were unanswered. "Do you need... Relief?"
"Nononono! I'm fine. I'm really fine. Just watch the movie, sweetie."
"It's ok, mom." Marcus shifted his mother's skirt, revealing the oversized futa cock. "I read online on how to help people with futa virus. They need frequent... release, otherwise they get backed up. Sheesh, it looks like you're really backed up."
"I should put those internet blockers on your computer again. Don't touch it!" Marcus' hands paused for a moment, inches away from her throbbing hard member. "I'm your mother, sweetie. You shouldn't be looking at, let alone touching, my c-c-cock."
"Don't worry, mom. I spent all afternoon researching the best way to help futas. Apparently everyone's families are helping those infected since the quarantine is preventing people from going out. Please, let me help you. I love you too much to not do what I can to make you feel better."
For several minutes, Melissa struggled against her maternal instincts. Her son's heartfelt plea and her lust waged a mighty battle. In the end, it triumphed over her morality.
"Do whatever you can, sweetie." She said in a resigned tone. Truth be told, she was also more than a little curious about what his 'research' had turned up.
With the permission granted, Marcus moved his thin hand to his mother's cock, he almost couldn't wrap his fingers around it. Melissa stiffened as she felt an unfamiliar hand on her private parts. Ever since her husband had vanished years ago, she hadn't taken another lover, life was always just too busy. This new sensation of another person's digits pleasuring her was very unfamiliar, but the way her son moved about was as enjoyable as it was novel.
Marcus did his best to follow the instructions he had consulted online. Moving his hand about slowly at first, fingering the head and the glans to stimulate lubricating pre-cum. He then worked the shaft cautiously, as if he was afraid of hurting her. When he realized that he could go harder, he moved faster and utilized both hands on the 14 inch cock.
As he worked, Melissa kicked off her jeans and socks. The feeling of her bare ass and balls on the couch cushions was novel to her and she half wondered if her leaking pussy juice might stain the fabric. She didn't have long to wonder though as her son helped her out of her sweater to 'help her breath better', and since she didn't have a bra big enough for her futa-fied form, she was now completely naked with her son on the couch.
She felt uncomfortable in her nude form. Her fourteen inch cock leaking pre-cum while standing ramrod straight in her son's inexperienced but enthusiastic hands, along with her enlarged breasts jutting out like mountains of bouncing flesh, occasionally colliding with Marcus' arm.
"I'm going to try something, mom." Before Melissa could say anything, Marcus was down on his knees with his mouth at crotch level. He gently spread her knees apart, exposing her fist sized balls to him. She could feel her cheeks reddening as she tried looking away. The 18 year old took in the sight with a half clinical half awestruck gaze.
"Quit looking at me like that, Marcus." Melissa exclaimed, her every instinct screaming at her to cover up and flee the room. "What are you even doing?"
"Just watch, mom." Marcus nodded with a confidence that belied his skinny form. He licked the massive length like a popsicle, getting every square inch slick with his saliva. The futa's long cock twitched like a malfunctioning bucking bronco and she hissed more than once in pleasure. "Ok, this should make you feel good."
"Wait, what was all that then, sweetie?" No answer was forthcoming since her son's mouth was soon filled with her thick futa dick. He only made it about five inches, but that was more than enough for the tense and edged to hell futa. Melissa blew her load of baby batter down the teen's throat with a groan of absolute pleasure as she climaxed to her first blowjob.
Marcus swallowed it all, or at least he did his level best, the oversized nuts produced an absurd amount of cum. He wiped off the teaspoon or so of jizz leaking from the corners of his mouth and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Did that help you feel better, mom?"
The unending love in her son's voice touched Melissa deeply, her cock began going flaccid and resting against her muscled thigh. "Thank you, darling. I feel so much better."
Satisfied with his efforts, Marcus nestled against his mom's nude body, not even considering that she might want to get dressed again. His arms locked around her waist as his face was inches from her enormous tits. She felt a bit odd being naked while Marcus remained clothed, but more than that, she felt guilty for allowing him to deal with her troubles from the Futa Virus. Melissa resolved that until the quarantine ended, she would take care of her cock herself.
That resolution did not last long though. The next afternoon she was in a meeting, a standard video get together where people get together and try their best to make their opinions known without making any progress on the objection. It was all she could do to keep breathing normally throughout the calendar event.
"Thank you everyone for attending today." Danny Dannison, the boss, finally brought the digital gathering to an end. "Once again, thank you for not exposing boobs, ass, dicks, or fucking on camera. I'll see you again tomorrow so we can get this project planned out."
A single instant after the beep disconnecting her screen from everyone, Melissa let out a relieved shout. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" Under her desk, Marcus guzzled down his mother's potent sperm as she ejaculated for the eighth time that day. He had begun helping her 'focus' when he came in during her first break and hadn't emerged since then.
"Cough! Cough!" He came off the massive rod gasping for breath and spitting out dick juice. "Feeling better- cough- mom?" It took him several minutes for him to recover. "It may be silly, but I think your cock grew?"
"Impossible!" Melissa exclaimed. "The futa virus is a one and done kind of thing, right? Once you catch it and grow the cock, nothing else should happen."
"Well... One minute I had the head on my tongue, the next it was jamming the back of my throat. Do you mind if we measure it, just in case?"
A small desktop ruler was taken from the drawer and unfurled. Sure enough, the once fourteen inch member was now a full twenty inches. Half a foot longer than it had been the night before!
"Wha- Why?" Melissa was shocked. Not only did she have a cock, she now had a cock nearly two feet long that absolutely refused to go soft today.
"Maybe it's something new with the virus." Marcus commented. "Social media has a lot of people saying their bodies are getting weird after being infected. I'm sure this is as big as it's going to get."
"I hope so..." The mother glanced at the clock and suppressed a swear. "I've got another meeting in fifteen minutes and I need to prepare. Do you... Do you have any more tricks that you can try to help calm me down? I really have to concentrate on this one."
"Hmm. Just one. I think I prepared correctly for this." Marcus began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
"Young man, just what are you doing?" There was no way Melissa was letting her son fuck her.
"I'm going to do whatever it takes to help you, mom." He turned around and presented an ass tighter than a drum to her. "I've already followed the online instructions and people say it's helped their futa family members. Do whatever you need to, mom."
"... Get out." Melissa whispered. "Get the fuck out! I'm not going to fuck my son in the ass. Go do your homework, young man."
Marcus hitched up his britches and slunk out like a scolded puppy. Melissa worked in her office the rest of the day with a boner that refused to go down and detracted greatly from her ability to function with her colleagues or interact with spreadsheets. In every document and powerpoint she could see her son's ass. All night long she tossed and turned as she dreamed of what it must feel like to have the entire length of her cock enfolded in his tight young posterior.
When she emerged from her room the next morning, sleep deprived and hornier than ever, she couldn't restrain herself and morality went out the window. Marcus was studying at the kitchen table with a piece of buttered toast next to him.
"Pants off, young man." Melissa demanded. Her son, far from being disturbed by the sight of a milf at the end of her rope and sporting a hard on at least an inch longer than it had been the previous day that was dripping pre-cum like a faucet, he looked overjoyed.
"I'm so happy I get to help you, mom!" He exclaimed, whipping off his pajama shorts. "Don't worry, I cleaned up for you. Anything to help you out, mom."
Normally Melissa would be thrilled by her son's protestations of love and devotion, but her horny brain couldn't care less. All she saw at that moment was an open hole that could give her some form of relief that her body desperately craved.
The head of her twenty-ish inch cock was lined up with the small hole presented to her on the table. A moment of indecision struck her. She was just about to take her son's anal virginity, should she at least cook him dinner? It only lasted a moment though as she caught a glimpse of Marcus' eager to please face, he was offering his ass from the bottom of his heart, she'd have to be a real asshole not to take advantage of the situation.
"Oh fuck! It's so tight!" The head of her dick went inside his rear with an almost audible pop. "I'm going in deeper, sweetie. Tell me if it gets to be too much for you." Marcus nodded eagerly, he seemed on the verge of humping the table with his much smaller eight inch cock.
Inch by inch, she went deeper inside her son's ass. Each small advance brought new heights to the pleasure experienced by Melissa. This was so much better than a blowjob and infinitely better than jacking off. Finally she was nuts deep inside Marcus, that was when things really went off the rails.
Lubricated as she was by an excessive amount of pre-cum, Melissa had slipped inside with almost no resistance aside from organs that normally didn't interact with oversized genitalia. Once she was as far inside as she could, the mother began fucking her son's ass in earnest. Her fist sized testes swung back and forth like a pendulum and the solid wooden table groaned with the strain.
Marcus was in ecstasy as he could quite literally feel his mother's love inside him. Ramming his prostate, slipping past several rather important organs, to, in every sense of the word, touch his heart. Nothing could have made him happier.
Unbeknownst to the mating pair, the futa virus wasn't only working on Marcus body, helping him to accommodate the oversized cock without it sending him to the afterlife, the overflow of endorphins and other sex chemicals pushed the virus into overdrive. Melissa's dick and balls began growing as the copulation was occurring, her body also grew by a few inches to keep the expanded organs from tipping her over.
Half an hour of unrelenting sex later, Melissa felt the floodgates opening. "I'm cumming!" She announced in a voice loud enough to be heard from one end of the house to the other. "I'm fucking cumming!"
At least a quarter cup of steaming cum exploded from Melissa's cock directly into her son's posterior. That was only the first blast, as several more bursts surged into Marcus' gut in a raging tsunami of pure lust distilled into white liquid that could knock up any woman.
"Hah..." Marcus panted for breath as his mother bathed in a blissful afterglow, the table under his crotch was wet and sticky. "Hey, mom. Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?"
"Fuck work." Melissa said in a husky voice. Both of them had forgotten it was Saturday. "We're getting this fucking thing to go down no matter what!" Boosted by her libido and the futa virus, she performed an effortless bridal carry of her son into the living room where they descended onto the couch. There was no longer any worry of staining the couch cushions, only a desire to sate her lust.
At the end of the day, though neither thought to measure it, Melissa's cock was just an inch longer than two feet long and she could probably reach the top shelf without effort. In the teenager's body, the virus was working overtime to ensure he could please his mother as best as he could.
"I love you so much, Marcus." Melissa tousled her kid's blond hair lovingly as the two of them nestled on the half broken couch while watching the evening news.
"I love you too, mom." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. In the twilight rays, he almost seemed to be glowing. It was also possible that his satisfied smile was bringing light to the room.
"You know..." The mother paused for a moment, unsure for the first time that day. "I've just been thinking of myself all day, is there something you want to do? Something to me?"
"No, I'm just so happy taking care of you, mom. Let me know whenever you need me to do anything else to help you with the futa virus." He settled in closer, as if trying to match their two heartbeats together.
Melissa relished the sensation as she struggled to make herself feel better. There just had to be something that she could do for him. Something that wouldn't cross her boundaries and her futa body would be comfortable with.
Marcus slept in his mother's bed, it was the first time in many years. Instead of just cuddling, every time Melissa had a wet dream she would use her son as a body pillow and stick her dick inside. Filling him with at least a gallon of spunk over the course of the night.
For the first time since getting infected, Melissa enjoyed a full night's sleep that was uninterrupted by restless dreams or tense mental scenarios. Even nightmares that would normally cause her to wake up yelling, such as going into work naked or getting a boner in an important meeting, only made her hornier and nut harder into Marcus' ass.
"Good morning, mom." Marcus greeted his mother with a chaste peck on her forehead, even as her cock slipped from his rear and her seed spilled onto the sheets. "Did you have good dreams?"
"Yeah, thanks, sweetie." Melissa stretched out and bumped her arm into a shelf above her bed that had always been firmly out of reach without getting on her knees. This caused a momentary confusion, but she was distracted by the sight of her son's swollen gut as he rushed out of the room to expel the night's accumulated cum. "Was I that rough on him last night?"
While he was gone, the single mother swiped through social media. There just had to be something on there that could give some hint of what her son might like.
Boobjob? No, she had never been very good at giving those and Marcus wasn't a fan of tits. In the butt? That would seem too transactional, an ass for an ass leaves everyone unable to sit properly. In her pussy? No. That just seemed too incestous to her. Blowjob? She hated having phallic objects in her mouth, even hotdogs could be too much sometimes. Finally she came across a post that gave the winning idea.
"Sweetie." Marcus came back to his mother's room to find her standing with a half hard cock pointing towards him. "I think there's something we both might like. Would you like to fuck my cock hole?"
"Wouldn't that hurt you, mom?" He asked in concern.
"No, it'll be perfectly fine." She responded. "Here, watch." With a bit of trepidation that she attempted to hide, Melissa tentatively poked a finger down her urethra. An electric shock of pleasure hit her from just the single digit.
"Mom?" Marcus' apprehensive voice broke through to her as she was just about to add her thumb to join the four fingers already in her cock.
"Ahem. See, honey? Go nuts and satisfy yourself to your heart's content. Mommy won't mind at all."
He was still uneasy about it, but he had never disobeyed his mother in 18 years and he didn't intend to break that streak now. His eight inch dick was already half hard, so it only took a few strokes to bring it to full mast. With a bit of caution, Marcus lined up his comparatively much smaller rod with the opening of his mother's meat pole.
A single movement was all it took. Marcus was inside his mother, even if it was only a few inches deep inside her cock hole. Melissa hissed in pleasure. It was only a muted and subdued thrill though, after twenty four hours of wielding around two feet of meat stick, only getting eight inches in return felt unimpressive. However, this was all for her son, and he appeared to be enjoying himself.
Twenty minutes later, the vigorous movements of Marcus as he sought to achieve orgasm started working on the futa. "Ooh." Melissa moaned. "That feels good..." She began kneading her breasts. An instant of curiosity if they had grown overnight hit her before she dismissed it in favor of seeking more pleasure. "Just keep... Doing that." Ten minutes more and the creeping enjoyment hit a breaking point. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
The boiling lust that had been building erupted like a volcano. Since the normal exit was blocked, it all went straight to Marcus' balls. "I'm cumming too, mom!" Naturally, in the battle between oversized futa testes and normal male sack, the result was a forgone conclusion. His spunk circled back and started a feedback loop with his mom's jizz circling in his lower half until he was laying helpless on the bed with balls severely loaded with his mother's cum. "Holy fuck, that felt amazing, mom."
"I'm glad I could help out." Melissa said with a smile. "Do you mind if I...?" Her massive cock was now at full mast and ready for action. She felt the need for urgent relief despite just ejaculating.
"Mhh! Do whatever you need, mom." As they began another round with Melissa's cock in her son's ass, neither of them noticed that her cock was even bigger than before at around twenty eight inches.
Fortunately they had gotten busy on a holiday weekend, because they slept in until late in the day. Melissa stirred first as the light shone in her eyes. She attempted to nuzzle against her son's shoulder but found her nose pressed against the small of his back. "Mhmm..." He must have shifted about in his sleep.
"...That feels so good, mom." Marcus muttered.
"It's about to feel better, sweetie." Convinced that she must have slipped out of him during a sexy dream, Melissa firmly gripped her son's waist and thrust her hips forward.
"Holy fuck!" The teen instantly woke up as if smashed in the face by a pallet of espressos. "Mom, it's so fucking big."
"That's what you've been telling me for the past two days, honey. Now get ready for the first load of the day." She went deeper and deeper in Marcus' ass, her half asleep brain wondered if she had ever gone this deep before, but she dismissed it, there was no way her cock was still growing.
"Mom, I don't think... Mom..." Marcus' words barely reached her as she went even deeper. "Holy fuck, it's getting bigger!"
That time she definitely heard, but she was so close that she could not stop no matter what she wanted to do. The second his ass reached her stomach, Melissa's balls tightened and her posterior clenched as the forebodings of an orgasm reached her brain. In slow motion, the single mother watched as if in third person as her body shook in climax and began ejaculating a massive load into Marcus' rear.
It was then that she noticed that Marcus' belly had just now tented above their heads, stretched out over her gargantuan 40 inch cock. There was no way to stop the occurring events. The first jet of baby batter stretched the teen's stomach even more as it blasted his insides with the force of a bottle rocket, the second only added to the physical burden born by the teen's body.
For a full ten minutes that never seemed to end for either of them, she shot load after load into her progeny's form. Marcus, for his part, decorated the wall and bedroom floor with his spunk. His eyes were crossed in orgasmic bliss as he felt his body conform to his mother's gigantic cock with her enormous tits pressed against his back.
An hour later, when the pair had finally recovered themselves enough to speak, and the mother's dick had finally slid out of the stretched out ass, Marcus rolled off the bed. "Mom... Your cock... Has definitely grown bigger..."
"Seriously?" Melissa groaned. "By how much? Do you think it will keep growing?"
"Dunno." He shrugged. "But it felt freaking awesome, didn't it?"
"Yeah." As much as she did not want to admit it, fucking her son with a mountainous 40 inch dick had felt heavenly. The thought alone made her lower member twitch with the memory and begin to harden again.
Before they could fuck again, she was interrupted by the sound of a loud growling. It was coming from Marcus' belly, swollen with cum as it was, apparently it needed more nutrients than just his mother's baby batter. "I'll make something for us, mom. What would you like?"
"No, you stay down there." Melissa felt her heat throb as much as her dick when she saw her son trying to roll up like a flipped turtle. "I'll whip something up." She managed to make it to the kitchen without whacking her half hard knob on any walls or furniture, though she did leave a trail of precum from the bedroom to the kitchen.
"Where's the freaking spoon? Ah, there it is." Her vision had just been blocked by her now forty inch cock that was thicker than both hands could encompass. It was seriously big when it was erect.
Far from being shocked or repulsed by the gargantuan member though, she had come to accept it. It was part of her, she felt unbelievably connected to it and it had brought her so much closer to her son than she ever imagined. The rest of her body had also grown, her breasts were hefty Q cups that swung and bounced with every movement, her balls hung near her knees and endlessly churned with cum. Perhaps unrelated, she was also much taller, it may have been the futa virus turning her into the ultimate fuck machine, or something she ate. Which over the past few days had mostly been her cum as it splashed over her. Whatever the cause, Melissa could almost see her past self, cringing and trying to hide a meager fourteen inch rod, and she looked down and gave a confident laugh. Even as pre-cum dripped from next to her head and threatened to land in the spaghetti sauce.
"Hmm. Maybe I should add some 'special sauce' to the dish. Marcus can't fit his mouth around it anymore and he's been licking his lips a lot when he offers to get under my desk when I get back to work. Not that he and this monster can fit under at the same time."
Careful of the hot water and utensils, she lacked an apron that could cover her enlarged form, a protein and carb rich meal was prepared.
"There we go." Melissa added several spoonfuls of baby batter to the meal. "If Marcus likes this, I'll have to make sure his future wife knows the recipe."
This made the single mother pause for several minutes. Would a future girl marry him if she knew that he had gotten fucked by his mother? Would she be able to relinquish her son to another girl? Would he be able to leave her?
All those questions and more danced through her head. She tried thinking through them one at a time, but eventually gave up. Marcus was only 18, and there would be plenty of time for those events to happen, if they ever did. For now, Melissa was going to keep loving her son as much as she could and enjoying his love for her for as long as possible.