Slowly it dawned on him. Then it hit him. Each of the joggers in turn gasped and stared wide-eyed at him as they met his gaze. She was saying, “knock me up,” over and over again. He’d definitely want to remember it later. Her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and erect. It was his room key, still in its envelope with the room number written on it. No, not just hot, absolute goddesses. It had been months! He stared after them, frowning and shaking his head in disbelief. For months the virus had been studying human reproduction and sexual attraction, observing and experimenting in other reproducing bodies, learning to optimize the process so it could be as effective as possible whenever Jim got around to doing it again. The other swimmer won, straddling his body and grinding her wetness on him. Something that was actually not Jim, but was literally inside his body. It could no longer be dismissed as a crazy hunch. The one who had helped him up when he fell this morning. That difficulty is what’s fun for me about trying to write this crazy story. “I feel it,” she breathed. His cock lurched deep inside of her with the thought. His lust was only growing. The virus was growing increasingly impatient with Jim’s apparent total
