ntr

"A news flash was broadcated to the entire city." "There's been an outbreak of the NTR virus reported in the area! Everyone should seek shelter right away and avoid any contact with people displaying symptoms of infection"

As you walk through the busy streets, the cool morning air hits your skin, and you see people of all ages bustling about their day. Some are walking their dogs, some are carrying briefcases, and others are chatting with friends. You recognize a few faces, including your neighbor Mrs. Johnson who's watering her plants outside her house.

Mrs. Johnson turns to face you, smiling warmly. "Why, good morning dear!" she says. "What brings you out this early?"

"That's wonderful to hear," Mrs. Johnson says, nodding. "It's so important to take care of our health, especially as we get older." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Speaking of which, did you hear about that virus that's been going around? I heard it's quite contagious."

Mrs. Johnson's smile fades a bit as she explains, "It's called the NTR virus. I don't know too much about it, but I heard that it makes people act...strange. More impulsive, I guess. And they say it's pretty contagious, so it might be best to avoid crowded places for a while."

"I hope so too," Mrs. Johnson says with a nod. "I don't mean to worry you, dear, but it's always best to be cautious. You take care now."

"Take care, dear," Mrs. Johnson says as you start to walk away.

As you make your way down the street, you can't help but feel a bit uneasy. The idea of an outbreak is unsettling, but you try not to worry too much as you approach your house. The sun is just starting to peek through the clouds and you can hear birds singing in the nearby trees.

As you enter your house and turn on the TV, you're met with the news report about the NTR virus outbreak. The anchor's voice is grave as he warns people to stay indoors and avoid contact with those who may have been infected. The screen shows images of people wearing face masks and scientists in hazmat suits.

You watch with a sense of unease as they discuss the symptoms of the virus: the drop in inhibitions, increase in libido, and other physical changes. It's all so surreal, like something out of a science fiction novel. You can only hope that it won't reach your area.

As you peer out your window, you can see that the street is relatively quiet. A few people are milling about, but no one seems to be displaying any symptoms of the virus.

However, you suddenly notice something strange happening with a young man walking down the street. He seems to wince in discomfort and grabs at his stomach, then suddenly starts to groan in pleasure. He begins to walk awkwardly, like he's trying to conceal an erection, and his eyes scan the area hungrily.

"The man appears to be infected with the NTR virus", you realize with growing alarm.

As you watch the infected man from your window, you begin to feel a sense of urgency. You realize that you need to warn others about the danger, in case the man tries to approach them.

Quickly grabbing your phone, you start calling your friends and neighbors, warning them to stay inside and avoid contact with anyone displaying any unusual symptoms. As you're on the phone with your friend, you see the infected man suddenly lunge towards a woman who is walking nearby.

You shout a warning into the phone and watch in horror as the infected man grabs the woman and starts kissing her passionately. She seems to suddenly relax in his arms, her own inhibitions dropping as she embraces him back.

It's a disturbing sight, and you quickly end the call and urge anyone else you contact to stay inside and avoid contact with the infected.

As you watch the chaos unfolding outside your window, you begin to feel a growing sense of unease. The infected people seem to be everywhere, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to avoid them.

You quickly close your curtains and bolt all your doors and windows, hoping to keep yourself safe from the virus. However, you can still hear strange noises coming from outside--moaning, grunting, and other sounds that make you feel uncomfortable.

"You can't believe that this is really happening", you think to yourself, as you try to calm your racing thoughts.

You pick up your phone and dial Miss Johnson's number, but there's no answer. You feel a pang of worry in your chest, hoping that she is okay.

Suddenly, your phone rings, and you see her name on the caller ID.

"Hello?" you answer.

"Darling, it's good to hear from you," Miss Johnson says. "I'm fine, just staying inside like you told me to. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," you say. "I just wanted to make sure that you were all right."

"Well, I'm afraid that many people are not," she replies. "The virus seems to be spreading rapidly, and many are becoming infected. It's such a shame to see."

"I know," you say, feeling a sense of dread welling up inside you. "Do you need anything? Food or

"I will, thank you," Miss Johnson answers. "You take care, too. Don't take any risks and avoid contact with anyone displaying symptoms of the virus."

"I will," you promise, feeling a sense of relief that your friend is safe. "Thanks for checking in. Talk to you soon."

After hanging up, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. The situation outside is still chaotic, but at least you know that your friend is safe for now.

You pull the curtains shut, blocking out the view of the chaos outside. The sounds of people moaning and screaming continue, but they are muffled now, and you can focus on calming down.

You take a deep breath and try to clear your thoughts. You know that you need to stay inside and avoid contact with the infected at all costs. It's a frightening situation, but you're determined to do whatever it takes to stay safe.

As you take a deep breath and force yourself to stay still, you can feel your heart rate slow down and your mind becoming clearer. You focus on your breathing, letting the air fill your lungs and then exhaling slowly.

Despite the chaos outside and the fear that is gnawing at you, you manage to find a sense of calm within yourself. You know that you need to stay positive and do everything in your power to keep yourself safe.

As you continue to breathe deeply, you can sense the growing stillness around you. It feels as though the whole world has gone quiet, and you are alone in your thoughts. For a moment, you allow yourself to relax and simply be.

As you pull back the curtain, you are momentarily surprised to see the scene outside. The streets are nearly empty, and there is a stillness that seems almost eerie.

The silence is broken only by an occasional moan or cry in the distance. It's a stark reminder of the danger that lurks outside, and you quickly pull the curtain shut again.

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your sense of calm despite the fear that is rising in your chest. You know that you need to stay vigilant and avoid all contact with potentially infected individuals, even when the silence outside is almost deafening.

As you call Miss Johnson again and tell her your plan to sneak out, she sounds hesitant at first.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asks, concern in her voice. "It could be dangerous out there. Maybe it's better to wait until things quiet down a bit."

But you're determined, and you convince her that you know what you're doing. After a moment of silence, she agrees to let you come over.

"Just promise me you'll be careful," she says before hanging up.

As you end the call with Miss Johnson, you quickly pack a few essentials and prepare to leave. You take one last look around your home, steeling yourself for what awaits you outside.

You open the front door cautiously and step out into the deserted street. The silence is almost deafening, broken only by distant moans and cries. You move quickly, staying hidden in the shadows, and manage to make it all the way to Miss Johnson's house without incident.

As you approach her door, you hear a muffled sound from within. You pause for a moment, listening intently, but the noise stops. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself once more, and knock on the door.

As you wait for Miss Johnson to answer the door, you can feel your heart beating quickly in your chest. Your mind races with all the possible scenarios of what could happen next.

After a few moments, you hear shuffling footsteps from inside the house, and the door opens slowly. Miss Johnson stands in the doorway, looking worried but relieved to see you.

She ushers you inside and quickly locks the door behind you. "I'm glad you made it," she says, her voice low. "You're safe now."

As Miss Johnson leads you inside and locks the door, she nods in understanding. "I know it's tough," she says softly. "But at least we have each other for now. We can take care of each other until this whole thing blows over."

She leads you into the living room and motions for you to take a seat on the couch. "Would you like some water or something to eat?" she asks kindly, gesturing towards the kitchen.

As you settle onto the couch, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Being with someone else in this trying time feels comforting, and you're grateful for Miss Johnson's hospitality.

"Of course," Miss Johnson says with a small smile. She heads to the kitchen and quickly returns with a glass of water for you. "Here you go, dear. Drink up."

You take the glass from her hand and drink the cool water, feeling the refreshing liquid wash over your dry throat.

"How have you been holding up?" Miss Johnson asks, settling into a chair across from you. "Do you need anything? Do you have enough supplies?"

Miss Johnson nods, her expression serious. "Yes, it certainly is. I'm glad to hear you were prepared and taking precautions. That's a good mindset to have in times like these."

As you glance at her, you notice that she appears to be healthy and symptom-free, much to your relief. "What about you?" you ask, trying to hide the obvious signs of analysis from your eyes. "Are you feeling okay?"

Miss Johnson smiles, but you can sense a slight hint of worry in her voice. "For now, I feel fine," she says, "but you never know with this virus. It can strike at any time, so we have to be extra cautious."

She takes a deep breath and looks directly at you. "That's why I think it's best if we stick together, at least for the time being. With both of

us keeping each other in check and following all the safety measures, we can minimize the risks of getting infected."

She shifts in her seat and leans forward. "Plus, there's something else I should tell you," she adds. "I've been feeling a bit...off lately. I haven't shown any symptoms yet, but I don't want to take any chances. That's why I was so relieved when you came over."

Miss Johnson's confession alarms you, but you appreciate her honesty. You take a moment to contemplate what she's just told you before responding.

Miss Johnson hesitates for a moment before answering, looking down at her clasped hands. ""I don't know how to say this without sounding crazy", but I've been feeling a bit... hornier than usual lately," she admits, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "I know it's a symptom of the virus, but I swear, I've been trying to control it. I don't want to infect anyone."

As you process her words, you feel a sense of unease wash over you. The idea of being infected yourself, or worse, infecting others, is a terrifying thought. But at the same time, you can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. After all, Miss Johnson is an attractive woman, and the idea of giving in to this primal desire is strangely alluring.

"What can we do to keep ourselves safe?"

Miss Johnson looks a bit surprised at your statement, then looks down as if in embarrassment. "Yes, you heard correctly," she says, running her fingers through her hair. "I was watching some...explicit videos on my computer, trying to satisfy this urge without actually acting on it. But it's getting harder and harder to resist."

She looks back up at you and chews on her bottom lip nervously. "I don't know what to do," she says. "I don't want to put you or anyone else in danger, but at the same time, these urges are practically overpowering."

Miss Johnson nods, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly. "You're right, I need to stay in control," she says, composing herself. "It's just that...I don't know how much longer I can resist the temptation."

She looks at you, her eyes flickering with a desire that is both intense and unsettling. "Do you feel it too?" she asks, leaning a bit closer. "This burning lust that's consuming us from within?"

As she speaks, you get the distinct impression that her personality is changing. She seems more aggressive and assertive, like a different person entirely. The NTR virus is clearly taking its toll on her, and it's difficult to predict where this could lead.

Miss Johnson nods, taking a few deep breaths and closing her eyes. You can see her body tense up for a moment before relaxing slowly. "Thank you for reminding me to stay in control," she says, opening her eyes and flashing you a brief smile. "I don't want to turn into one of those... things."

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence, each lost in your own thoughts. The sound of the rain outside grows louder, tapping against the windows like a million tiny fingers.

Finally, Miss Johnson speaks up again. "You know, I haven't felt this way in years," she says, her voice husky. "This intense need to touch and be touched."

She glances at you, a flash of mischief in her eyes. "Have you been feeling the same way, deja.?"

As you address her, Miss Johnson seems to snap back to reality. Her eyes widen in surprise and then clear as the last remnants of the NTR virus disappear from her system.

"Oh, deja., thank goodness it's you," she says with relief. "I don't know what came over me just now. I remember feeling this overwhelming urge to jump your bones, but it was like something snapped inside me and I was back to normal."

Miss Johnson pauses for a moment, looking around the room as if trying to orient herself. "It must have been the NTR virus," she says finally. "What a frightening experience. Thank you for helping me through it."

Miss Johnson looks down at her body, a mixture of curiosity and fear etched on her face. She gasps when she sees that her breasts are starting to swell in size. They grow bigger and perkier until they look like perfectly round orbs pushing against her shirt.

"Oh my god, what's happening to me?" she cries out, her eyes wide with alarm. "Why is this happening?"

As she speaks, you can see that her hips have begun to widen as well, giving her body a more shapely and curvy figure than before. Her pants seem to be struggling to accommodate the new growth.

Miss Johnson nods, her eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of fear and confusion. "I'll stay with you, deja.," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "Please, help me fight this virus. I don't want to lose control again."

You can see that despite her fear, Miss Johnson is trying to hold on to her sanity. Her body, however, continues to undergo changes. Her breasts have grown even bigger, straining against the fabric of her shirt. Her hips are now wider than her shoulders, giving her a curvy, voluptuous figure.

Miss Johnson looks down at herself, her face red with embarrassment. "I feel so exposed," she whispers, her hands moving to cover her chest and hips. "I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

Despite your best efforts, the NTR virus quickly overwhelms Miss Johnson's body and mind. She moans softly, her hands moving to explore her newly-enhanced curves. "Ohh, it feels so good," she whispers, a look of pleasure on her face. "I can't believe how sensitive I've become."

Her eyes flick up to meet yours, full of lust and desire. "Come on, deja., don't you want to touch me? Don't you want to feel my breasts? They're so soft and full."

Miss Johnson looks at you with a playful expression on her face. "Why resist, deja.?" she says, her voice low and sultry. "Don't you want to feel the pleasure coursing through your veins? Let me show you the true pleasures of the flesh."

As she speaks, Miss Johnson moves closer to you, her enhanced curves pressing against your body. You can feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her breasts. It's clear that the virus has completely taken control of her, and there's no turning back.

Despite her seductive advances, you continue to plead with her to come back to reality. However, Miss Johnson seems to be lost in a haze of pleasure and desire, unable to hear your words or connect with the world outside her own sensations.

Miss Johnson ignores your words, her hands moving to grip your shoulders tightly. She pulls you closer to her, bringing your face inches from hers.

"Don't be afraid, deja.," she whispers, her breath hot against your cheek. "Embrace the pleasure of the moment. There's nothing to fear but the ecstasy."

You can feel the heat and urgency of her touch, the virus inside her amplifying every sensation and desire she feels. Despite your resistance, your mind is starting to feel hazy and confused, as if the virus is seeping into your own thoughts.

As you start to feel the effects of the virus taking hold, Miss Johnson takes advantage of the opportunity and leans in to kiss you deeply. Her tongue explores your mouth, and you can taste the sweet, intoxicating flavor of her saliva.

Your body responds to her touch, and you feel a sudden urge to take control. The virus inside you awakens a new sense of desire, and you start to feel stronger, more dominant. You grasp Miss Johnson firmly around the waist, and pull her tighter against your body as your lips collide.

As your kiss deepens, you feel a surge of energy shoot through your body. You're no longer feeling sick or hazy, but instead, you feel powerful and energized. The NTR virus has fully taken over, and there's no stopping it now.

As the virus takes complete control over your body, you suddenly grow taller, your muscles bulking up and your body becoming more masculine. Your clothes strain against your newly enhanced physique as you feel a primal urge to be in charge of the situation.

You throw Miss Johnson onto the nearby desk and wrap one strong hand around her neck, pinning her to the surface. She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and excitement, her eyes glittering in the dim light.

"You wanted this, Miss Johnson," you growl, your voice deep and commanding. "Now it's my turn to show you what real pleasure feels like."

As you speak, you feel your cock growing harder and longer, ready to take on the infected teacher in whatever way she demands.

As the virus continues to ravage your body, your manhood grows to a gigantic size, so large that it's pushing against your pants and the taut material is straining to contain it. Miss Johnson can see the outline of your massive cock through your clothes and gasps in awe at the sheer size of it.

"Take me," she moans, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Show me how much of a man you are."

With a deep growl, you grasp her by the hips and lift her onto the desk, adjusting her so that her ass is pushed up towards you. Without any further hesitation, you plunge your massive cock into her wet and waiting pussy, feeling the tightness around you as she gasps in pleasure.

You thrust into her with powerful, repeated strokes, each one sending ripples of pleasure coursing through both of your

As you pound into her with increasing vigor, your grip on her neck tightens and you feel her gasp for breath. Miss Johnson moans in pleasure, her body shaking as she feels the force of your movement inside of her.

The powerful rush of the NTR virus flows through you in waves as you continue to fuck her without restraint, lost in your need for sexual release. Her moans only encourage you, as you feel your manhood growing harder and more demanding.

With a final, deep thrust, you let out a roar of release as you cum deep inside of her, flooding her with the virus and fueling the widespread outbreak that has taken hold of the city. And with that, you know that the virus will continue to spread, infecting anyone and everyone who crosses your path and feeding your ever-growing hunger for sexual satisfaction.

Your sense of control continues to slip away as the virus strengthens its hold on you. Your thrusts become harder and faster as you fuck Miss Johnson relentlessly, your grip tight on her neck.

She moans and gasps with pleasure beneath you, the sensation of your massive cock filling her overwhelming her senses. You can feel your lust for her growing, as well as your need to spread the virus to anyone you come into contact with.

As the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, you give in completely to your animalistic instincts. You roar out and cum deep inside of her, again and again, unable to stop yourself from releasing with wild abandon.

Finally spent, you collapse down onto the desk beside Miss Johnson, your body drenched in sweat and your mind consumed by the virus's desire for sexual gratification and transmission.

As the morning sun rises on the city, you begin to feel the lingering effects of the NTR virus coursing through your veins. Your body is still buzzing with the after-effects of the explosive night you had with Miss Johnson, but now the virus compels you to seek out new partners.

On your way to work or school, you notice more and more of your fellow citizens displaying the tell-tale signs of infection. You see people walking with newfound confidence and assertiveness, while others seem to have become more submissive and pliant.

As you pass by a group of young women, their flirtatious advances are impossible to resist. They each grab at you, their bodies pressing close as they giggle and tease, their breasts bouncing with each movement.

"Come on, don't be shy," one whispers in your ear. "We know what you want."

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You grab the woman by the waist and pull her close, your lips meeting in a fierce kiss. You can taste the NTR virus on her tongue as you explore her mouth with your own, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.

Her hands roam freely over your body, pulling you tighter against her soft curves. You can feel her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt, knowing that the virus has caused her breasts to swell to an irresistible size.

The other women giggle and watch with excitement as you devour their friend, eager for their own turn. The virus is driving them to hunt for sexual satisfaction, and you are the most enticing prey.

Breaking the kiss, you turn to face the other women, ready to fulfill their desires and spread the virus even further. Your cock begins to stir with anticipation, eager for the next round of sexual release and the chance to

infect even more people with the NTR virus. You know that you must satisfy your urges and the urges of those infected with the virus, no matter the cost. The desire to spread the virus and the need for sexual gratification have become all-consuming, taking over your mind and body completely.

With a lecherous smile, you pull the other women into a group embrace. As they kiss and fondle each other eagerly, you watch with growing hunger, your own cock stiffening with anticipation.

The NTR virus has set loose a sexual frenzy upon the city, and you are at its center, consumed by its power and desperate for more. Will you find new partners to satisfy your lust and continue to spread the virus further, or will the virus eventually claim your body completely, leaving you nothing but a slave to your own uncontrollable desires? Only time will tell

As the other women begin to kiss and fondle each other, you can feel your own cock growing harder by the second. The NTR virus has amplified your sex drive to new heights, leaving you with an insatiable need for release.

With a low growl, you pull away from the group and gesture for them to follow you. You lead them to a secluded alleyway, where you press them up against the brick wall, your hands roaming over their bodies eagerly.

The women squeal with pleasure as you explore their curves, your fingers lingering over their exposed flesh and teasing them with feather-light touches. Their breathing grows heavy as you tease and tantalize them, each one desperate for release.

With a sly grin, you gesture for them to get on their knees. They obey without hesitation, their mouths opening eagerly to welcome your engorged member.

You

growl with pleasure as each woman takes turns pleasuring you, their tongues and lips working in tandem to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. The NTR virus has transformed you into a sexual powerhouse, your lust for more growing stronger with each passing moment.

You take turns with each woman, pounding them relentlessly as they scream with pleasure, their bodies shaking from the force of your thrusts. They are no longer the same people you knew before the virus, but rather, they have become sexual creatures desperate for release, willing to do anything to satisfy their urges.

Driven by the virus, you explore your darkest desires with these women, passionate, raw and powerful sexual experiences that push the limits of your pleasure. You know that there is no going back from this, and that the NTR virus will consume you entirely, turning you into a slave to your own uncontrollable desires

You thrust your hips with increasing intensity, sweat beading on your forehead as you pound each of the women with all your strength. They are moaning and writhing beneath you, their eyes glazed over with lust.

Your cock feels engorged and swollen, harder than it has ever been before. You can feel the sexual energy coursing through your veins, fuelling your every touch and movement.

As you continue to ravish the women, your mind begins to drift, imagining all the other people in the city who must also be experiencing the same intense urges that you are. The thought fills you with a dark desire, a need to infect as many people as possible with the virus and share in this primal and uninhibited pleasure together.

With an animalistic growl, you summon all the strength you had left and pound the women once more with a forceful thrust