Corruption - Part 1

A new series! One that plans to get kinda weird :) Hope you like!

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“I’m fine! I’m fine! Look, see? I’m just heading to work! Let me go!” 

The guy was clearly not fine, not with those ram’s horns curling around the sides of his head. Maybe he was able to keep his urges in check for now, but nobody with the corruption could expect to stay that way.  

I knew from personal experience.

Five people in hazmat suits were leading the unfortunate horned guy away in cuffs. They had to—any contact with the corrupted could get you infected. It’s mostly transmitted through fluids, but people have been known to transfer the disease via touch and even droplets in the air. And once infected, there was no going back.

Once the police led the recently-corrupted guy out of the station, service resumed, and I got in and sat down for the train ride home. You could tell everyone was on edge after seeing a corrupted up close; everyone was looking around, trying to see if someone else had horns, or a tail, or a giant bulge in the front of their pants, or tits erupting from their chest like overripe watermelons.

Or sometimes even stranger things. The corruption was weird that way. Everyone infected by the corruption changed physically, but sometimes those changes were more obvious than others. Some turned into mythical beasts, like that guy with the horns—he might be a full-on satyr by tomorrow. There are also centaurs and minotaurs and werewolves, and all sorts of folks that the corruption has turned into part animal. 

Others seem more demonic, with forked tongues, spiked tails, scaly skin, glowing eyes—you name it. Wings are the worst, though. If an infected grows wings that actually worked, they could start flying around the city, tossing their infected fluids all over the place. You can’t just send in the cops in hazmat suits either. Only way to get those corrupted is to shoot ‘em out of the sky.

But that’s just for extreme scenarios. For the folks who retain some semblance of sanity, they just get taken away and sent to a corrupted commune—someplace where they could live out their lives without getting anyone else infected. They were like minimum security prisons; you can’t leave, but you could still do mostly whatever you wanted. 

I have a friend in their. We used to hang out all the time, but then he got infected in our first year of college. He didn’t go completely crazy like some folks do. Those are the ones that get sent to the maximum security facilities. Theo just kinda became more Theo. A lot more Theo, but he was still my bestie. He even finished his college degree and was a part-time network security admin. 

Part-time because nobody corrupted could ever hope to do anything full-time. The one thing all corrupted had in common was an overwhelming, primal urge to spread their seed. 

For some, it was controllable. The folks Theo lived with in the commune spent most of their days sucking and fucking, but they could still maintain a conversation. They were still people. 

The corrupted who were sent to the maximum security facilities lived like wild animals. The violent ones were put down, and the rest were just locked away where they could satisfy their urges until they died. There was no treatment, no vaccine, and no cure. 

Escapes weren’t too common, but they did happen, and they often led to an outbreak. That’s what got Theo. Some bitch with two heads and three tits just tackled him and slobbered all over him before the cops could arrive to tase her. For a while, we hoped he’d be okay, but a few days later, I came to his dorm for a study session, and it smelled like a brothel. He answered the door with a circus tent that was trying to obscure an elephant and a dark stain that clearly indicated he’d been leaking all day long. He admitted he just couldn’t stop, and we both knew his life on the outside was over.

I still remember the day he left. His clothes were already looking too small on him, with gaps around his middle revealing his increasing bulk. Theo had always been a bigger guy, but over the course of the next few months, he went from disarmingly chubby to utterly colossal.

Sometimes, that’s how it goes. It can happen all at once—one minute you’re just a normal guy, and the next minute you’re a sex-crazed monster trying to fuck anything that moves. And sometimes it happens slowly—you just get weirder and hornier over time. Sometimes it stops, and you live out the rest of your life the best you can. Sometimes it doesn’t. 

Theo was still progressing. Slower than before, but every time we had a video chat online, he was bigger. And hairier. And weirder. If you didn’t know him before, you’d hardly recognize him now. But deep down, he was still Theo. We still talked about video games, TV, and movies, as well as technology and the latest geek trends. I just had to be a bit more patient sometimes. More accepting of his situation. 

The rest of the ride home was uneventful. Nobody spontaneously turned and sexually assaulted a train car full of people. We all just went about our lives as though there wasn’t some terrible disease ripping us apart day by day. I went home to my apartment, kicked off my shoes, and microwaved some dinner. Then I went to my desk, turned on my computer, and gave Theo a buzz. He picked up immediately, like he always does. He liked our calls—he says it helps him feel normal. 

Well, as normal as a 600-pound guy with a cock the size of an arm could be. 

“Hey man, just a sec, I need to—there,” Theo said, obviously struggling to move something off-camera. I knew it was his dick, but in the spirit of normalcy, he tried to make sure it wasn’t in the shot. Of course, there was nothing he could do about his giant, leaking tits. He was so big that the camera had to be several feet away, and that meant he was always shot at least from the chest up. A chest that was almost always damp around nipples that looked like the ends of hot dogs. 

Honestly? That really wasn't what shocked me. I'd seen the corruption enough to know that Theo had gotten pretty lucky. He could have turned into a wriggling dick worm or had his mouth replaced by a vulva. What got me, though, was the more subtle changes: how big his beard had gotten, or how wide his face looked, or how sunken his eyes. Those eyes were still bright and blue and definitely Theo, though—just a much hornier version of Theo. 

“Sorry man, dude sort of manhandled me a bit before I could get away,” he explained with a sheepish grin. Living in the commune was like living in a constant orgy, according to Theo. He had to plan his day around how long it’d take him just to go from his room to the cafeteria and back again. If several groups were going at it along the way, it could take hours as he bounced between them all. 

“It’s alright,” I said. It was a normal, everyday thing for him. The fact that he still acted even slightly embarrassed meant he hadn’t forgotten how society worked on the outside. “Hope she was hot.” 

“He was really hot, actually,” Theo shot back with a wink. Theo used to be straight, but another universal truth of the corruption was that it had a way of making everyone it infected pansexual eventually. Part of that had to do with how it often blurred the concept of gender to the breaking point. I still thought of Theo as male, but his lactating tits spoke otherwise.

“My apologies,” I mocked, “I hope he was satisfyingly brief.”

“Hah, you know ‘brief’ isn’t how things work here.” I then saw Theo’s chest vibrate as he started typing something in a messenger service. At least that had never changed—Theo always kept in touch with his nerd friends, even on our calls. “So, ready to get this dungeon over with? I really need to get back to town to sell all this loot.” 

And just like that, we started playing games like nothing had ever changed. Like the world wasn’t a crazy place. Just two friends spending time together as though we’d get together for coffee on the weekend like it was nothing.

But the world was a crazy place. It was just a matter of when that crazy came for you.