Day of the F-Virus

By Lyka Bloom

While the F-Virus rages above, turning men into feminized and docile servants and the women into alpha futas, a group of scientists and military personnel survive in an underground shelter. As a cure for the virus continues to elude the science team, tensions rise due to dwindling supplies and frayed patience by the military support team.

When one doctor makes a breakthrough in the virus's study, his ethics are called into question, leading to a chain reaction of transformation and betrayal.

The second entry into the F-Virus series contains strong sexual situations and female-to-futa transformations. You have been teasingly warned!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Mar 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310261251

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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DAY OF THE F-VIRUS

by Lyka Bloom

DAY OF THE F-VIRUS

First Edition. March 4, 2016 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2016 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

Every day is the same, now. I wake up in the room provided to us by the government before its collapse, a three white-painted cinderblock walls and a door set into the remaining wall, no windows to look out on the hallway beyond. There's a bed, a sink and toilet, a desk with my laptop on it that I use to write this journal and conduct my studies. I brought a few books with me, but I've read them so many times it's no longer worth cracking the spines.

I shower in one of the community showers, then dress in one of the six outfits I have. We didn't have much time to pack. The virus spread so fast. Most of the members of the team that created it were infected immediately, and they spread it to their loved ones, and they spread it to theirs and so on and so on. Exponential growth of the infected. Me and my team were out of country working on an Ebola outbreak when the F-Virus presented itself in the United States. There were already reports of the spread to Europe by the time we arrived back in the States. Before we could adequately prepare, we were already being ushered to this underground bunker, along with a team of a dozen military escorts. We lost Darren Graves before we made the descent into this place, his hair already long and wavy, his mind twisted into service of his wife, who was infected before our plane ever landed.

By the time the doors sealed above us, all that remained of my team was myself, Robin Newson, my immunologist, Melissa Li, our geneticist, Simon Roper, a pair of biologists, Jasmine Parks and Francis Green, and our chemist, Daniel Wilcox. There were a dozen more with us, all military assignments, all men, led by Corporal Herbert Allen. They keep their distance, usually. There's a lot of fear when it comes to the F-Virus. Guys with that much testosterone found the thought of being feminized by the disease particularly repellant.

Once I was dressed, I would consult with Dr. Li to see what progress she had made. The virus was essentially a delivery mechanism for the genetic mutations it engendered in its victims. She was our best hope, at least I thought so. Dr. Green thought he Dr. Parks would be able to find some vaccine for the virus, but their work had yielded little cause for optimism so far. Once I'd met with relevant members of my team, I would move through the hallways, bypassing the turn that led to the military dorms, and make my way to the sample room where we housed a pair of subjects, one of each gender, though that term had become more fluid of late.

We kept them in separate rooms, each sealed inside an airtight plastic cell, each unable to see the other, but I noted that there still seemed to be some sense that the other was near. I had to swipe my ID badge to enter the room where we kept the alpha, and there I would do the usual tests. In the beginning, we held out hope that perhaps the virus would run its course, and our subject would eventually revert to normal. Now, with more than two years