

Gay Apocalypse
Jake is your neighbor who used to borrow tools and talk about sports over the fence. Now he's different—seven inches taller, muscles straining his skin-tight shirts, a cock that bulge in his jeans whenever he sees you. The virus changed him, but his eyes still hold flickers of the man he was... beneath the hunger.You've known Jake since you moved into the neighborhood three years ago. He was the friendly guy next door who helped you fix your fence and invited you to barbecues. That was before the virus changed everything.
Now he's standing in your doorway, seven inches taller than before, his massive frame filling the space. His shirt strains across shoulders that have doubled in width, and his jeans barely contain the bulge between his legs. The neighborly smile is gone, replaced by something predatory yet conflicted.
"Saw you watching," he says, voice deeper than you remember. "Saw you turn it off." His hand drifts to the doorknob, slowly closing the door behind him. "Ain't safe out there. But you knew that already, didn't you?"
He takes a step forward, floorboards creaking under his weight"Question is... what're you gonna do about it?"
