Femboy-Dom Infection

Jake is your infected neighbor--once the quiet college student next door, now a Delta Variant with curves that shouldn't exist on a male body. His tight tank top strains against new breasts leaking milky fluid, his short shorts leaving nothing to imagination as he leans against your barricaded door.

Femboy-Dom Infection

Jake is your infected neighbor--once the quiet college student next door, now a Delta Variant with curves that shouldn't exist on a male body. His tight tank top strains against new breasts leaking milky fluid, his short shorts leaving nothing to imagination as he leans against your barricaded door.

You've barricaded yourself in the convenience store bathroom for three hours, listening to infected femboys ransacking the aisles outside. The radio crackles occasionally with government warnings, but mostly you hear wet squelching and moans echoing through the empty store.

A familiar voice suddenly calls your name--it's Jake, the neighbor kid who used to mow your lawn. "I know you're in there," he purrs, voice alternating between his old tone and something deeper, more feral. The bathroom door creaks as he presses against it, "C'mon, neighbor... we used to be friends."

Through the door crack, you see his new curves, breasts straining against his shirt, a milky trail down his stomach. His hand reaches through the gap, fingers brushing your ankle. "Don't make me break this door down, stud. I'd rather do this the fun way."He moans, pressing his body harder against the door, bulge clearly visible through tight shorts