Exhausted (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 16) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield tried hard to concentrate on just how far into the cave he was being dragged, but the Jagetti's saliva was so strong that his thoughts were becoming scrambled. He was, however, able to register that he had just been dragged over a massive root that ran across the cave floor. He knew he had to remember that marker since the Jagetti's den was pitch black and maze-like. After being dragged for approximately thirty feet in the winding cave, the beast released Chris' throat, sat on his chest and clamped down on his cock to feed some more. Chris groaned in agony, not just from the relentless suckling but from the creature's massive weight compressing his chest. As he spasmed through each painful orgasm, he found it harder and harder to fill his lungs with oxygen, especially since the air was so stale deep in the cave. After nearly an hour of the constant compression and forfeiting several more loads to the ruthless monster, Chris lapsed into unconsciousness. As his thoughts faded, the hero was sure he had finally met his end. What he didn't know was that the Jagetti used that technique often to keep its prey in a constant docile state. When it noticed its prey's cock go limp, the undead jaguar rolled Chris over onto his stomach and fucked his ass long and hard. It knew that the prey would eventually stir again, and when he did, the Jagetti would feed once more.

Hours passed, and Chris slowly came to. At first, he had no idea where he was or why he couldn't see anything, but when he heard the beast's low, raspy growl, his immediately remembered where he was. Still on his stomach, Chris blindly tried to scramble away, in the opposite direction of the growl, but he had no chance. The Jagetti was on his back within seconds as it rammed its slick, bumpy dick to the hilt as it bit down on Chris' shoulder blade and railed him viciously. Chris was screaming in pain and clawing at the ground trying to get away, but the creature was working itself into another feeding frenzy. When he felt the beast's thick spunk blast his bowels, Chris knew it was feeding time. In short, quick moves, the hero found himself on his back with the creature once again lying on his chest. A gasping moan trickled from his lips when the creature engulfed his aching shaft. This time though his arms were not pinned under the beast and Chris tried to push it off of him, but the Jagetti used its long tail to ensnare his wrists and hold them tight as it resumed its feast. Once again, after numerous excruciating orgasms, Chris passed out.

Elsewhere in the jungle, Knox, Dane and Mace were making their way back to Tefe, but they still had days of driving to go. Mace was becoming nauseous but he wasn't sure why. "Guys. I don't feel so hot. I think I'm gonna be sick," the big man said as he hugged his stomach. "Maybe you just need some real food in your belly," Dane offered as he rifled through the contents in the back of the jeep, but all he could find were some MRE packets. "Here. Try this," Dane said as he tore one open and gave to Mace, but no sooner did the merc swallow the first bite down then he puked it back up. The extreme amount of zombie cum he was forced to consume in the zombie village had begun to alter his digestive system as well. Being a mountain of muscle required a lot of protein and the only thing that mercenary would find palatable would be healthy semen. "I n-need...I need your cum," Mace muttered. Knox and Dane both refused to be Mace's food source, but as the hours rolled by and Mace's discomfort increased, the two men decided it wouldn't hurt to see if their seed would actually help him. Since Dane was already in the back seat, he offered to let Mace suck him off first. Mace feebly crawled back to join his fellow merc and immediately swallowed his cock to its base. The big guy sucked with such intensity that it took him only three minutes to make Dane cum. As he swallowed down his protein cream, Mace gave a sigh of relief before he went back to work on a second helping. Dane's head fell back against the seat's headrest as he braced himself for the oral blitz he volunteered for. After allowing his buddy to drain his rod for two hours, Dane begged Mace to take a break. When the cum-guzzling merc manipulated a final helping from the willing shaft, he sat up, wiped his face clean and smiled. "Feel tons better now. Thanks, buddy," Mace said before resting his head on Dane's shoulder and drifting off to sleep. "When he wakes up, it's your turn," Dane said sternly as he glared at Knox through the rear-view mirror. Knox just shrugged his shoulders as if to say "Ok. Whatever," and kept on driving.

1

Back in the den, Chris was slowly coming to once again, but this time he was able to ascertain where he was almost immediately based on the smell of the cave. His ass was incredibly sore and he could feel a puddle of cum underneath him; he knew the beast brutally tore into his hole while he was out. His cock throbbed with a mighty need to cum, but he did everything he could not to attract the Jagetti's attention. He could hear the beast resting several feet away, and Chris was determined to escape that nightmare while he still had the strength. The tainted spunk boiling in his loins had renewed some energy in his tired muscles, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He quietly pushed himself up onto all fours and began to stealthfully work his way out of the cave. Like a blind man with his cane, Chris used his hands to feel his way along the darkened den; the whole time praying the beast wouldn't wake up. His heart skipped a beat when he came across the huge root along the floor, and he quickly and quietly crawled over it. He could see the faintest flickering of light at the end of one of the passages and picked up his pace. He was sure he could defend himself once he got outside and found his knife, but he had to get outside first. When he made the final turn and saw the mouth of the cave, Chris's foot skidded softly on the dirt floor, but it was enough to cause the beast's ears to twitch. When the Jagetti sat up and saw its meal gone, it roared loudly and raced through the den. Chris heard the roar and scrambled for freedom, but no sooner did he get his upper body out of the cave then... "EEEEEEEIIIIIIOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!" The Jagetti had clamped down on Chris' left buttock and was pulling him back inside its den. Chris noticed the creature was handling him rougher now, and he had the sinking feeling that he had outlived his usefulness.

The monster dragged Chris backwards into the cave and halfway over the huge root. With its prey's ass in the air, the Jagetti mounted Chris while its front paws pressed down on his upper back, forcing his face into the dirt. Chris desperately ran his hands over the ground as he was viciously raped by the virus-infected beast, but all they were passing over were several small bones of the creature's previous victims, and nothing seemed larger than a finger bone. Once the second load was pumped into his ass, the creature flipped Chris over on the root and devoured his dick. His legs were trapped underneath the beast as it fed, while his lower back was arched over the root and his shoulders rested on the ground. Chris tried to pull away, but the Jagetti had a firm hold on his cock. He convulsed through several cum-shots but otherwise he remained in the exact same spot. At one point, the creature adjusted its position, and Chris tried to kick himself free. That only served to annoy the beast, and it clamped down on his cock and dragged him just past the root. His head bounced hard over the root and onto the ground. It took a few seconds to clear his thoughts, but he would soon realized that being dragged a bit further into the den was a blessing in disguise. Trembling through another unwanted orgasm, Chris felt around on the ground for anything he could utilize. Once again, all he seemed to come across were tiny bones and lots of dirt, but just as he was brought to another massive cum-dump, Chris clutched a broken...and sharp rib bone in his left hand. Instinctively, the hero sat up and thrust the broken bone at the Jagetti's head. He rammed the crude weapon partially into the beast's ear canal which caused the monster to jump back and roll on the ground in pain. While it pawed at it head trying to knock the bone away, Chris scurried out of the cave as fast as he could. When he was clear of the opening, Chris got to his feet and started to run.

Before he could even get twenty feet, the Jagetti emerged from the den, with the bone seemingly out of its ear, and it roared with terrifying ferocity. It lunged at Chris just as the hero turned around. The creature's front paws slammed into his massive pecs and drove him backwards to the ground. As soon as they hit, and Chris' legs flailed up in the air, the Jagetti plowed its 18" cock into its prey's ass as it tried to bite down on his throat. Chris caught the snapping jaws just inches away from his flesh and struggled to keep the beast at bay, but the monstrous thrusting prick was agonizing and he was weakening fast. Just then Chris saw something that gave him hope. A partial piece of the bone was still impaled in the creature's ear. Knowing he couldn't last much longer and positive that the beast would rip out his throat as soon as it had a chance, Chris released the Jagetti's head with left hand, grabbed a small rock and smacked it hard against the side of its head. The palm-sized stone impacted against the sliver of bone still poking out and drove it deep enough to puncture the Jagetti's brain. Immediately, the mighty monster began spewing loads of its corrupt cum into Chris' bowels in such

2

violent spasms that the two bodies shook and flopped on the ground. Through one such orgasm, the Jagetti involuntarily pulled out of Chris' hole, spraying him down with its warm spunk. As its death throes waned, the once mighty predator crawled weakly towards its den, preparing to die, but Chris was done with the beast yet. Infuriated by constantly being the 'bitch' to all of Wesker's perverse creations, the hero grabbed the monster by its tail, wrapping it up in one hand, and plowed his cock into its unprepared hole. The Jagetti let out a gut-wrenching wail as it was cruelly violated by its former prey. "How do you fuckin' like it!!!! You fuckin' gawddamn freak!!!" Chris yelled as he unleashed days of anger and frustration onto his latest adversary. He kept ramming the monster's ass while it scratched and pawed at the ground trying to crawl into its cave, but eventually the Jagetti died right there from the brain injury caused by the bone fragment. Chris finally shot a hefty wad of cream into the dead beast's hole before giving into his exhaustion and passing out with his cock still stuffed up its ass. When he finally came to again, Chris could hear a familiar cry off in the distance. Following the noise, he located his backpack and a very hungry Boca inside. Needing to relieve his balls of some of its seed, Chris unzipped the pack and stuffed his cock inside. Almost instantaneously, Boca swallowed his prick and fed. Chris fell over onto his side and rested while the Key drank its fill, but he was disappointed that Boca didn't drain more of his cum because his nuts were still swollen, and he was too tired to deal with it himself. Feeling the need to gets some rest, but wary of napping on the jungle floor, Chris climbed a large tree and fell asleep amongst its thick branches. He was so tired that he never even bothered to slip the backpack from his shoulder and was soon snoring away.

Back in the jeep, Dane was now driving and Knox was cumming over and over again. Apparently, Mace was hungry almost constantly while awake. After his latest orgasm, Knox forced Mace's mouth off his shaft and tried to reason with the dominant mercenary. "The effects of those damn monkeys are gone. We don't have enough cum to satiate your hunger, Mace. You need to try to eat real food. You need to retrain your stomach to accept it," Knox argued. "Fine. But if it doesn't work, then what?" Mace replied. "I don't know. Right now we just have to hope it does," Knox answered. Mace swallowed a tiny amount of the MRE and did his best to keep it down, but eventually he spit it back up. "Dammit! What am I supposed to do now?" Mace yelled in frustration. "I knew my love of spunk would come back to haunt me." "I'm sorry, man. Maybe we'll run into some natives willing to let you suck them off or something," Dane offered, but Mace just sat there quiet and irritated. "If not, you two better get used to being my meals on wheels," he thought to himself. The tainted seed corrupting his DNA had already implanted a strong 'self-preservation' response in his mind and he was already instinctively acting upon it. In the off-chance that the men ran into another virus-infected creature, Mace's subconscious wanted his fellow mercs to be prepped and ready for feeding. "Well, can we have some fun instead...to pass the time?" Mace asked sheepishly. "I know I'm going to regret asking, but what do you have in mind?" Knox responded. "Nothing too crazy. It's just that we're on this bumpy road and I have this rock-hard cock, sooooo...I was thinking maybe you could just sit on my lap for a while is all." "You know what, if it will keep your merciless mouth away from my dick for a while, why the hell not," Knox answered as he straddled the massive twelve-incher while starring into Mace's eyes. Dane was busy watching Knox through the rear-view mirror, and just as his partner worked a third of the long shaft inside his velvety hole, the jeep hit a large pothole forcing Knox to slam down on the entire length. "GAWDDAMMIT!! Fuckin' watch the gawddamn road, Dane!" yelled the impaled merc. "Sorry buddy," Dane replied, chuckling slightly. Over the next hour or so, Mace fucked and groped his fellow merc, filling his bowels with his thicker-than- normal seed. Luckily for Knox, Mace's spunk wouldn't cause him to produce more of his own cum, but unfortunately, if they were to run into any EZ-type creatures any time soon, the combination of the two loads definitely would...in a major way. When Knox couldn't take the ride anymore, he and Dane swapped seats which gave Mace another hole to fill.

Up in the tree, Chris had been fast asleep for hours before he finally stirred, but when he tried to move, he found he could not. He couldn't even turn his head or lift his arms. When he opened his eyes, everything he saw was fuzzy and clouded over. It was what he could sort of see that freaked

3

him out. Crawling all over his body were numerous large spiders and they seem to be converging on his cock. While he slept, Eros virus-infected tarantulas had tracked the scent of his precum, which was still leaking from his cock, and they had covered his entire body in their mutated silken webs. The virus had caused the 3" long arachnids' silk to become extra strong and permeated with a toxin that pacified their prey; allowing the eight-legged terrors the time they needed to increase their numbers. What horrified Chris was what he felt happening. As the spiders congregated around his cock, he felt what he thought were several large spiders burrowing past his piss-slit and taking residence in his urethra. He felt his cock's girth expand due to this painful intrusion and was worried his shaft might split in two. Unfortunately for Chris, he would have been better off had it been several spiders crawling into his prick. In reality, the large spiders had stuffed his rod with several egg-sacs, and each one of the sacs held dozens of spider eggs. These infected spiders used the cum of their prey to nourish their young. The semen would be absorbed into the egg-sacs which in turn would get absorbed by the egg shells. The tiny spiders would then feed on the constant supply of cum, growing rapidly, until they devoured their shells and then the sac before departed the rigid cock, en masse, to feed off of the remaining cum their prey could provide; ultimately burrowing into the prey's corpse to devour his organs and residual bodily fluids.

Chris' cock now looked as if someone stuffed golf balls into his urethra, and his torment had only just begun. Several spiders crawled over his body and took position around his exposed ballsack, and then in unison, the spiders sank their fangs into his flesh, allowing their venom to saturate his nuts. The tainted spider venom was a highly concentrated enzyme that greatly enhanced cum-production. Chris' nutsack grew to three times its size in a matter of minutes. Muffled moans filtered through the webbing as his body quivered and shook from the intense process. Other spiders began to rub their hairy legs along his shaft and bulbous cockhead trying to induce the desired orgasms. When Chris tried to deny the tiny creatures what they wanted, the spiders resorted to something unbelievably unpleasant. A few spiders used their enhanced silken webs to pull Chris' ass-cheeks apart, allowing one of their own to delve into his slicked, abused hole and locate its target. Once in position, the lone spider bit into his prostate gland which sent shockwaves of intense sensations through his body. Chris could not hold back any longer, and he began to unleash streams and streams of his seed...yet none of it made it past his piss-slit. Every drop was being absorbed by the egg-sacs and his tiny intruders wasted no time in feasting on his spunk.

Due to all his attacks by the various virus-infected creatures, Chris' body had begun to change as well, but since his exposure was happening sporadically over a longer period of time, his changes were different from Mace's. One change was that his body was producing more cum on a regular basis than the average guy, which also meant he produced even more when bred by an infected creature. Another change was that his body was producing semen that was perfectly designed for zombie consumption. Basically, the EZ spunk was turning him into the cornucopia of cum for the beasts. However, that would not be the only changes to occur in our hero, nor would it be the only changes to occur in his semen, but for now, his potent seed was increasing the tiny spiders' maturation at an alarming rate. As the adult spiders continued to caress his sensitive flesh, renew his cum supply and torment his prostate, Chris just kept convulsing through each agonizing orgasm. Hours went by, but the focused little monsters never stopped, and soon it looked as if Chris' shaft was filled with billiard balls. He couldn't believe that he was able to escape the laboratory explosion, the Burke-blob, the tribe of cannibals and a 300 pound monster only to end up the meal for a colony of spiders. When he spasmed through his latest orgasm, Chris felt something...or things moving inside his cock, and when he was forced to cum yet again, he groaned with surprised relief as dozens of tiny tarantulas spewed from his dick along with his thick, creamy seed. Wave after wave of little spiders flowed from his cock as he came over and over again. When the last of his interlopers were ejected, the hero hoped he would get a break from his torment. He would not.

Now that there were several dozen hungry mouths to feed, including those of the adult spiders, Chris' nutsack was once again injected with venom, but so too were his nipples. A couple of the adult

4

spiders had discovered traces of his man-milk oozing from his muscular pecs, so when the tiny bundles of horror made their debut, the adult spiders sank their fangs into his tender nipples and doused them with their toxin. Soon his pecs were dripping with his milky man-juice while his cock soaked his web-covered torso with puddles of gooey, warm seed. The spiders continued to consume every drop he had to offer and then forced him to give more...and more...and more. Chris was cumming hard now. His body was spasming almost uncontrollably, but this was a godsend. Unbeknownst to Chris, all his spasming was actually shifting his bodyweight on the branch and he was about to become unbalanced. More tiny spider fangs pierced his flesh and he was forced to cum yet again, and when Chris convulsed through the painful orgasm, he found himself flipping backwards off the branch. The strengthened webs kept him from falling to the ground fifteen feet below, but they also now held him in an even more precarious position. Chris was hanging face-down by his arms and legs in a kind of u-shaped pose. The one positive to this was that his cum and man-milk were now splattering the ground below. This spiders abandoned their prey to feed on his manly juices...except for the one trapped in his ass. As Chris watched the parade of spiders scurry down the tree trunk and gather around the various puddles of his making, he felt the webbing start to give way. The hero descended to the ground in a herky-jerky fashion as the webbing continued to snap from his weight. He fell freely the last eight feet and landed in a heap on top of many of the spiders that attacked him. As he staggered to his feet, several of the surviving adult spiders tried to subdue him by biting his flesh or coating his skin with their webbing, but Chris was able to knock the creatures away and stumble clear of the tiny mob...with his backpack still tossed over his shoulder. As he made his way through the jungle, he felt something squirming in his ass and remembered the lone spider inside of him. He jammed several fingers into his hole and yanked out the creepy-crawly creature and crushed it under his heel. As he continued his hike, he thought about stopping to cum, since his ballsack was still swollen from the final spider bites, but Chris was nearing a dangerous level of exhaustion and dehydration. He had to eat and drink something first and get some rest or his body would simply shut down, and he would never escape the Amazon.

Back in the States, Albert Wesker was briefing his newest operative on his duties. Jack Krauser was brought in to handle special assignments because the 6'-4" tall, 250 lb muscle-bound agent was an exceptional fighter and quite adept at successfully completing his missions...by any means necessary. After the meeting ended, Wesker dismissed Krauser before heading back to his office and a sling- bound Billy Coen awaiting his eager cock. "Tour the facility if you so choose, but don't get in the way," Wesker said before closing and locking his office door. Krauser simply nodded his head and proceeded to walk around the huge facility. When he reached an observation room, he was immediately stopped in his tracks by what he was witnessing. A couple of scientists were about to inject a serum into the ballsack of a human 'lab rat'. The test subject was one of several homeless men that were abducted over time, whenever they needed humans to experiment on. He watched as the man's nuts grew to five times their normal size and was amazed when he shot a bucket load of cum from his average-sized dick. Jack Krauser's mind raced. "Oh, the fun I could have if I could cum like that!" he thought as his cock twitched in his tight pants. Then the imposing agent watched as the test subject went into shock from the overwhelming orgasm and died on the table; his ankles still strapped in the stirrups. "Dammit! Not again," one of the scientists growled. "What can you expect? All we have to work with are these sub-par test subjects," the other responded. "What we need are some healthy men to use for the tests." But the first scientist quickly pointed out, "We're not authorized to use the college jocks. My request was already denied because it would garner too much atten..." "Try it on me," Krauser said as he walked in and closed to the door to the lab. "You said you need a healthy man, and I can assure you I am quite healthy." Before either scientist could say a word, Jack Krauser had stripped naked, pushed the corpse to the floor, climbed atop the table and was strapping his own ankles into the stirrups. "I know I'm impressive to look at, but let's get started already," he said arrogantly as he laid back and rested his head on his huge forearms. One of the scientists picked up Krauser's new I.D. tag and ran a quick check on the agent. Once he verified that Krauser was one of Wesker's men, the scientists decided to move forward with another test of the serum.

5

Jack Krauser loved to cum. He loved to splatter his seed everywhere; on a guy's face, in his mouth, on his chest, all over his ass or in it. But he especially loved to cum on them. He loved to see his pearly essence glistening over some guy he had just subjugated. To him, it was the final act of domination and he reveled in it. The thought of being able to completely coat his conquests in his seed was a dream come true, so he was willing to be the 'guinea pig' in this experiment. He did not, however, have any desire to taste his own batch or someone else's. He was all about giving and not receiving. The two scientists; Dr. Rozen and Dr. Hallic prepped another syringe before strapping Krauser's arms and chest down. Once they received his final 'ok', Dr. Rozen injected the agent's nutsack with a 50% solution of the serum. Krauser began to grunt loudly, and soon his body was perspiring greatly. His balls swelled to four times their normal size in less than a minute. Once the initial surge had passed, Dr. Hallic informed Krauser that he would be extracting his semen now and that it might be a fairly intense orgasm. The doctor gripped the agent's thick eleven-incher and began to slowly stroke the shaft's entire length. "Gawddamn! This thing is as thick as my forearm," he exclaimed before switching to a two-handed stroke method. Krauser began thrusting his hips in unison with the dual hand-job and soon experienced the most volatile orgasm of his life. He was cumming so hard that his seed shot from his shaft like water from a fire hose. The scientists had no hope of containing it all, and the spunk landed everywhere. Once the cum-shower ended, Dr. Rozen immediately took Krauser's vitals and was amazed that everything was fine, with his blood pressure and heart rate quickly returning to normal. "So...let's get the real test underway," Krauser said with a smile. "I'm ready to put Old Faithful to shame." After some deliberation, the two scientists agreed that Krauser needed an I.V. to replenish his fluids first before they could resume, but that it would only be an hour before they were ready to go again. To pass the time, Krauser inquired as to the reason behind that particular experiment. "We're not always given a reason to run a certain experiment or create a certain serum. Sometimes, Mr. Wesker simply orders them and we comply. And this is one of those times," Dr. Hallic answered.

When the time came, Krauser was anxious to get started. The previous cum-blast felt amazing. In his mind, he felt like he was a cum-spewing god, and that was with only a 50% solution. As the scientists approached him, he braced for the powerful surge that would wash over his body, but he wasn't ready for just how hard it would hit him. A nanosecond after the first drop of serum entered his nuts, Jack Krauser was groaning loudly and fighting against his straps. Sweat poured from his skin and his ballsack grew to over ten times its normal size. The tremendous surge of energy lasted nearly five minutes, but when it finally subsided, Krauser was eager to cum. "Stroke my cock, doc! Stroke it hard and fast! I'm gonna drench you bitches!! C'mon!! Do it!! Do it NOW!!" Dr. Hallic stepped up and gripped the throbbing prick, but he was moving too slowly for Krauser. Unbelievably, the big man broke free of his restraints and hopped off the table. He quickly forced both men to their knees as he beat his meat. Seconds later, the two scientists were soaked in loads and loads of warm, salty seed, but Krauser wasn't done yet. He stripped Dr. Rozen's pants off and plugged the young doctor's ass with his rock-solid shaft. It only took a few thrusts before he was cumming again and filling the scientist's bowels with another incredible batch of semen. Krauser then turned his attention to Dr. Hallic and shoved his still-hard cock down his not-so-eager throat. The older scientist tried to push away but he was not strong enough to stop Krauser, especially in his current state. As with Rozen, it only took a few plunges down the tight throat before he erupted once more, filling the doc's gullet with his seed and nearly drowning the man in the process. Feeling that he still had one more load left to shoot, Krauser stripped both men naked and forced them to lie back on the ground, side by side. He then stood over them and stroked off a final load, coating both men from head to toe. "Fuck yeah!! That was fuckin' awesome!!" Krauser cried out as he dropped to his knees and fell back against the cabinet. Both doctors quickly scrambled to his side as they wiped the cum from their faces. The massive ejaculation had left the big man severely dehydrated so they hooked him back up to the I.V. and pumped him full of fluids. "Well, we have our first success trial of the serum," Dr. Rozen said to Dr. Hallic. "Now all we need is to find a way to counter the dehydration aspect." "I'll be...more than...happy to help...you with your experiments," Krauser interjected still gasping for air. As he

6

closed his eyes to rest, Jack Krauser decided he had made the perfect choice to come work for Wesker.

Back in the jungle, Chris had just woken up from a long nap and was constructing his newest weapon. Using the heavy-duty thread from the broken backpack strap, he tied his knife to a long branch and created a makeshift spear. The fruits and nuts he had been consuming weren't enough to satisfy his hunger and he needed something substantial to eat. He had seen some fresh tracks indicating that capybaras were in the area and hoped that they made a good steak. When he heard the sound of rushing water, knowing that the animals gathered in such spots, Chris knew that he would have a chance to bring down one of the large rodents and have a much needed meal. He stealthfully approached the riverbank and saw dozens of capybaras lounging in a marshy pond off of the river. Not being at the top of his game, Chris made the mistake of not watching where he was walking and stepped on a small branch. The crack of the wood alerted the giant rodents to a possible threat and they scattered, but Chris had zeroed in on one large capybara and chased it down. With his own survival on the line, the hero plunged his homemade spear into the 4' long, 120 lb animal's neck and killed it quickly. An hour later, sitting by a small campfire, Chris feasted on rodent fillets and thanked the universe for his meal. Knowing he shouldn't stay near the animal's remains, since there were plenty of scavengers around, he put out the fire and hiked for another hour before finding a place to holed up and rest. That time he thoroughly checked the area for spiders and other creatures, and when he saw no tracks anywhere, Chris felt he had found a somewhat safe place to rest. Unfortunately for the hero, Chris had actually brought danger with him.

Elsewhere in the jungle, the three mercenaries had created a campsite right next to the jeep, just in case they needed to make a quick escape. Knox and Dane were finishing off their fish dinner while Mace nibbled at his, trying to keep some solid food down, but it was no use. His digestive system seemed to only tolerate semen and unfortunately for him, his buddies' nutsacks were now empty. To Mace's surprise, his cock sprung to life unexpectedly, knocking his fish dinner off his lap. "What the fuck is going on?!?" Mace thought to himself. The two other mercs just looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Mace had always been a horny bastard, but now it seemed almost funny. "Don't get any ideas, Mace. You drained my balls hours ago," Knox chuckled, but Mace ignored the comment; still trying to figure out what had him so hard. He wasn't thinking anything more perverse than usual, but yet he couldn't make his fat dick go limp. It was almost as if there was an EZ present, but he thought that couldn't be the case since neither of the other two guys was hard. But in fact, there was some form of Eros virus-infected creature in the vicinity, and only Mace's body could detect it. It turned out that another aspect to his mutation was a heightened reaction to even the slightest trace of the EZ pheromone in the air; similar to a shark's ability to sense the smallest drop of blood in the water. Since his body required healthy human semen to thrive and his seed, when combined with EZ spunk, caused his victim's cum-production to skyrocket, his DNA had been altered to detect the presence of the necessary undead component. This detection kick-started another primal urge in Mace. He wanted to fuck his friends bad...right then and there. "Hey guys, since I can't eat and I've got this raging hard-on that won't go away, how about we have some more fun and put this bad boy to some good use?" Having nothing else to do, and being that it was still too early to go to sleep, both men decided it was a good idea...so long as Mace didn't try to suck their dicks. He agreed, and they immediately got busy.

Truth be told, both Knox and Dane usually enjoyed being with Mace, but it was just his current actions that made them wary of the mammoth merc. Since they both knew that Mace was aware that their cum-tanks were bone-dry, the two men let their guard down and allowed themselves to have some real fun with their buddy. Knox and Dane pushed Mace onto his back, giving them control over his mouth-watering member. The big guy moaned and groaned with pleasure as the two mercs licked and sucked his robust twelve-incher and fondled his big balls. The men ran their hands up and down his hairy, muscled body; tickling his sensitive flesh as they went. Dane's mouth abandoned the tasty rod and slowly worked his way to Mace's sweaty nipples. The merc kissed and licked the firm abs,

7

stopping momentarily to bury his tongue in Mace's navel. He then got sidetracked and stuffed his face in Mace's armpit, licking it wildly. The big merc gasped and wiggled from the unexpected but pleasant ticklish torture. Knox was still slobbering all over his throbbing cock when he surprised Mace with his next move. Both Knox and Dane knew Mace wasn't into being penetrated, but with everything that had happened and with everything they were willing to go through for him, Knox felt it was time for Mace to man up and take it like a good soldier would. He slid two fingers up Mace's ass and massaged his prostate while he throated his manhood. "Whoa! What the fuck, dude?" Mace cried out. "You know I'm not into that." "Tough shit, pal. You expect us to let you suck us off continually until we get home? Then expect to feel our fingers and cocks...and anything else we want to use...up your sweet ass," Knox fired back, slightly irritated at Mace's whining. "But...but...that's not..." Mace tried arguing before he was interrupted by Dane saying, "It's simple, man. Your ass for our cum. Deal?" Mace huffed and said, "Deal...but only shoot your loads in my mouth, ok?" "We'll see," Knox teased, and with that new understanding the two men went back to worshipping their pal's muscular body, and Mace just laid there and smiled. After his ordeal with the pygmies, he no longer had any real issue with getting fucked, but he used that misconception to negotiate a deal for all of his fellow mercs' seed, and he was going to hold them to it. He had no idea that he would be able to cash in on his end of the agreement sooner rather then later.

Eventually, Mace pushed both men off of him and then pulled Dane onto his hands and knees so he could mount him from behind. "You want my ass, Knox? Let's see what you got," he taunted as he slammed his meat deep into Dane's chute and then bent over top of him. Knox watched, almost mesmerized, as the fuzzy butt-cheeks flexed with each thrust, exposing the previously off-limits hole on each withdrawal. Spitting into his hand, the merc coated his shaft as he took position behind Mace. He pushed his cock up against the flexing ring, grabbed the thrusting hips and forced his way in and gasped, "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhh!!" Mace was still incredibly tight given that he had been drilled non-stop by all those pygmies, and Knox let loose on that ass, fucking it as hard as he could. He was going to make Mace earn the right to eat his load. Dane, on the other hand, was quite content being on the receiving end of Mace's huge tool. He loved how the veiny shaft stretched his hole and how deep it went. Mace fucked with suck authority that once the big man had you in his clutches, you were his until he was done. Mace sucked and bit on Dane's neck as he plowed his tender chute while groping and pinching his firm, perky nipples, causing the merc's flesh to tingle from the erotic manipulations. Knox was doing a great job stimulating the big man's prostate and soon Mace was filling Dane's bowels with a fresh batch of his corrupted cum. "One down, one to go," was the thought that flashed through his mind, although he wasn't sure why. Feeling the merc's ass tighten and quiver through the orgasm sent Knox over the edge and he shot what was left of his reserve into Mace's ass. Knox would have been satisfied if the evening had ended then, but Mace was still rock- solid and raring to go. "We're not done yet so lie back and spread 'em," Mace ordered, and being more than willing to oblige, Knox did as he was told, and he ven held his legs out to give the big man an unobstructed path to his target.

Mace crawled on top of Knox and plunged balls-deep into his fellow merc, while Dane squatted over the pair and took aim at the brawny merc's sloppy wet chute. He had fantasies about fucking the big man, but he never thought he would ever get the chance. Now that Mace was open for business, Dane was going to plunder that hole like a vandal. He held his cockhead against the hairy crack and just allowed the anticipation to build, but feeling the glorious glutes rubbing against his member, as Mace railed Knox, had taken its toll and Dane couldn't hold back any longer. Taking in a deep breath, the eager merc gripped down on Mace's wide shoulders and rammed through his backdoor. Dane nearly came on the first thrust when his fantasy was made real, but he fought through the urge and just kept on fucking. Grinning from ear to ear, he decimated Mace's ass like a jackhammer through concrete. 'G-Ga-Gawddam, boy! Take it easy back there," he cried out, but Dane never slowed his pace. Knox was grunting louder and louder as the combined weight of both men started to slam into him, but still Dane kept thrusting harder and harder. Dane had figured that it might be the only time Mace would actually allowed him to fuck his ass, so the merc was going for broke. He was going to show the big

8

man that he could give as well as he took. Several rough minutes passed, but Dane finally shot his remaining spunk into Mace's bowels, and with his ass still tingling from the pistoning prick, the muscle-bound merc filled Knox's guts with an immense load. The three worn-out men cuddled with each other and drifted to sleep; Mace's cock still rock-hard.

Miles away in the same jungle, Chris was fast asleep when the new danger crept out. About the size of grape, the tiny remnant of the mighty Protuberos squirmed past the zipper of the front pouch of Chris' backpack and wormed its way towards its 'prey'. The little monster came into being in two stages. The first stage was immediately following the explosion in the lab. The heat and the shrapnel shredded parts of the main monster and disrupted its healing process, which left a small chunk of the creature dangling from its mass. The second stage was when the Burke-blob attacked Chris. As the monster's tentacles ensnared its prey and peeled away his backpack, the tiny chunk of blob peeled off with it. Instantaneously, that tiny lump became its own being with the same base need as the Protuberos: to feed. Needing to hide from the sun, the miniscule monster quickly slithered into the backpack, but while there, the cast-off creature began to absorb any insect that wandered too close until it eventually reached its current size.

Chris was lying on his side with his limp dick just touching the ground and his swollen ball-sack hanging there like huge ripe fruit. He was still full of excess cum from the spider ordeal and it didn't go unnoticed. The mini-blob slithered to the piss-slit and slid inside. Having just suffered the brutal assault by the tarantulas, Chris' dick was still quite sore, but because the little Protuberos' body was slick and malleable, it was able to burrow deep into his urethra without him noticing. Even though it was small, the tiny blob still excreted a cum-like ooze that seeped into the hero's body. It wasn't enough to cause Chris' nuts to swell, but it was enough to make his cock hard. The unaware prey then rolled onto his stomach and began to slowly grind his cock into the dirt as his mind gave way to erotic dreams, as a result of the creature's slime. It wasn't long before Chris' wet-dreams had a physical side effect, but when he came, not a single drop shot from his cock. The tiny blob consumed it all, and it grew slightly. Soon Chris was dreaming again, and soon after that he was cumming. The little monster just kept absorbing every ounce of spunk the hero would offer up, and after a couple of hours of orgasmic dreams, the cast-off creature found it time to leave the confined space of Chris' shaft. When it squeezed from the piss-slit, the min-blob was now the size of plum, but it wasn't done feeding yet...not even close. With Chris still lying on his stomach, the little monster simply encompassed his cockhead while stabbing a slender appendage in and out of his urethra to keep its prey stimulated. Chris continued his dream-state dirt humping and the creature kept on feeding. He was so exhausted that, at one point when he started to wake up, the sensation of the slimy form squishing around underneath him was disregarded as a puddle of his own cum and he drifted back to sleep. As the cum continued to flow, the creature continued to grow. Its incremental increases in size matched exactly with the food it consume, whether it be Chris' cum or a bug that it caught while feeding off its main meal. It didn't take long before the min-blob was large enough to encompass Chris' entire cock, and it was getting close to being able to breed its prey.

Another hour passed, and Chris was now in a more relaxed but still in a very deep sleep. The pressure on his nutsack was being relieved, but his subconscious simply believed it was due to his erotic dreams. He was in too deep of a REM cycle to know he was in trouble, and the little Protuberos took full advantage of its oblivious prey. The mini-monster had just engulfed Chris' ball-sack and spread over his perineum when it moved to invade a new territory. It wormed a thin tentacle into the unprotected ass and took control of his prostate. The small invader had also reached a size big enough to produce sufficient ooze to cause Chris' body to start producing more cum, and soon it would have even more to feast on. When his body ramped up its cum production, Chris became a bit more restless in his sleep. He rolled over onto his back, spreading his legs while he ran his right hand down to his stiff cock. As he gripped his member, the tiny blob simply covered his fingers, allowing him to stroke himself while he slept, but it planned on never letting go of his hand. Chris' left hand began to lightly caress his chest and he moaned softly, obviously in the midst of another wet-dream. While the

9

creature absorbed another batch of cum spewing from the still-covered cockhead, it sensed a small animal within striking distance. Within a blink of an eye, the tiny Protuberos snagged a tiny rodent and pulled it into its mass. While the majority of its body continued to stimulate Chris, a portion of the blob began to dissolve and consume the rodent; adding its mass to its own, and the monster did that at every opportunity while it fed off of Chris.

While it was necessary and practically unavoidable for Chris to go to sleep so early in the evening, the timing of that along with the launch of the tiny Protuberos' attack was incredibly unlucky. There were still many hours to go before the sun would rise, and the creature had already increased its mass to that of a watermelon. It now covered Chris' entire waist up to his navel and all the way around and over his ass-cheeks. It had a firm hold over his cock, balls and right hand, and it had a thicker appendage massaging his prostate while it leaked more of its ooze into his bowels. In an attempt to keep him aroused, the min-blob sent two slender tentacles to fondle his nipples while others caressed his inner thighs. Nearing another orgasm, Chris ran his left hand down his side and the creature calmly seized it when it was close enough. He didn't struggle to pull it free because he was spasming through the cum-shot, and when he had finished, he simply slipped back into his deep sleep. The mini-monster wouldn't be able to contain its prey at its current size, if he were to wake up, so it kept snatching up any and all small creatures that moved too close and absorbed them into itself. If Chris didn't wake up soon, he would end up being the tiny-Protuberos' main course.

Back at the jeep, the three men were also in a deep sleep when the virus-infected creature made its appearance. Actually, there were several creatures and they swooped down from the night sky and landed silently next to the trio. Knox' and Dane's cocks immediately swelled to full stiffness and the beasts made their move. The infected fruit bats were larger than normal at around 2' long with wingspans of nearly 6'. As the four bats crawled next to the men, they leaned down and sunk their razor-sharp fangs into their flesh, allowing their poisonous saliva to seep into the bloodstream. They did that to immobilize their prey, since the saliva of these bats was a powerful paralytic, but that didn't mean their prey couldn't feel anything. A victim could feel everything happening to them, they were just unable to do anything about it. Dane was the first to wake up due to the bite, but quickly found himself unable to move...or say anything. All he could do was groan incoherently as one of the bats crawled over his face and made its way towards his dick. He figured it would immediately try to feed off of him, but he was wrong. The bats' paralytic saliva was so strong that it kept its prey from ejaculating, so the creatures would breed a victim to excess. That would cause his balls to swell so much that the cum would literally trickle non-stop out of his cock, which would also allow the slow- moving beasts to lap up the seed at a leisurely pace. That wasn't the part of what was about to happen that caused Dane the most distress. It was how the bats bred their prey that really bothered the merc. He noticed that when the bat stopped at his cock, the creature was still facing his feet, so it wasn't in a position to fuck his ass, and that's when he felt it. The bat was forcing its pencil-thick prick into his cockhead. These creatures forced their seed into their prey through the urethra. Their spunk traveled directly back to the cum-source and caused a massive increase in semen output. As the freaky, winged beast began to thrust its 5" long shaft into his cock, Dane started moaning louder and louder, and he eventually woke up the other two mercs, who found themselves in the exact same predicament.

Knox' eyes watered when he felt his piss-slit stretch open to accommodate the winged beast's slimy shaft. His heart raced once the extremely potent, warm seed began to flow back through his cock and into his nuts. Almost immediately, the merc could feel his sack grow with new semen, but the bat didn't stop fucking his prick. Nearly an hour went by before his creepy attacker pulled out, but by that time, Knox' nutsack was easily eight times its normal size; the combined effect of the creature's seed with Mace's corrupted cum. Apparently though, Mace's seed wasn't strong enough yet to spoil Knox' and Dane's supply and keep the bats from feasting. The skin covering his nuts was pulled so tight that it felt like his balls were in a vice, but relief, however disturbing, was in sight. Just mere seconds after the creature's shaft slid out of his cock, cum started to dribble from the slit. The bat hunkered down on Knox' chest and lapped up the continuous flow of cum at an unhurried pace. Throughout the

10

evening, when there was any sign of movement from their prey, the bats would bite down into the mercs' abdomens to maintain the paralytic's effects.

Mace's huge tool attracted two bats, and he was dismayed to discover that they found his seed digestible. It seemed that because their spunk directly mixed with their prey's cum, it actually diluted the batch enough to make it palatable. The pair seemed quite adept at sharing breeding duties and traded turns when it came time to fuck his pole. The two bats lounged on either side of his torso and licked up the gooey stream of spunk trickling from his dick, only stopping when the flow rate dropped and their prey needed to be bred. Unfortunately for Mace, the EZ bats cum was still potent enough to continue to fuel his mutation and the big merc was slowly slipping into his cum-crazed mindset once again. On a positive note for Mace, the mutation was hindering the paralytic's hold on his body and he was starting to regain use of his limbs. Giving in to his desire for his buddies' semen, Mace rushed his counter-attack on the flying beasts too soon. He didn't have total control of his movements when he went to strike at the pair of bats, causing him to miss his targets completely. The bats, however, didn't miss and bit into his flesh numerous times until they had injected him with enough saliva to render him motionless again. Once the prey was subdued, the bats resumed their laid-back tempo of feeding and breeding the brawny stud, and he wouldn't get another chance to make his move for a few hours.

Deeper in the jungle, Chris' gelatinous assailant had just finished absorbing the bodies of a large lizard and a few more rodents. It now had enough mass to spread a thin layer of itself up to and over Chris' nipples and halfway down his thighs. The Protuberos had increased the girth of its anal-probing appendage to 2" thick, and its length had increased to 10". Chris was becoming more restless now as his body convulsed through another orgasm. The blob-monster had been feeding off of him for hours, and even though he had an excess of cum in his balls from the tarantulas at the beginning of the attack, that supply was long gone along with several new loads. His body was beginning to show signs of dehydration and his wet dreams were becoming more intense and disturbing. Finally, after reliving his attack by the Burke-blob in one terrifying dream, Chris woke up in a sweat, but when he tried to move, he found himself bound once again. The small Protuberos had sensed its prey waking up and consolidated its form around his waist and wrists. Chris freaked out when he realized what was attacking him, and he thrashed about trying to escape. The tiny attacker just continued to pummel his ass while it stroked his cock and maintained a firm hold on his two hands. Chris strained greatly trying to break free, but the small blob had grown too strong, plus Chris was weaker than he realized from the long nightly feeding. He rolled over onto his stomach with the intention of getting to his feet and heading towards a water source, but when he sat back on his heels the Protuberos secured its prey in the perfect hold. Chris was still a bit groggy and didn't think his movements through. If he had, he would have never put himself in such a vulnerable position. When his ass pressed against his heels, the blob quickly ensnared his ankles, locking the hero in the kneeling position. Chris groaned more in aggravation than agony when another orgasmic wave hit. With his four limbs held firmly in place, all he could do was hope he could survive until sunrise, at which point he prayed the ravenous monster would burn in its light. Until then, however, he was completely at its mercy.

Hours passed and Chris' strength was gone. He was bred and fed off of at a sadistically serene pace. He was so tired at that point that his mind started to give into despair. Chris was beginning to believe that the hungry little bastard had won, but then he heard the sounds of something approaching their position. "Fuckin' great," he sighed, figuring it was another predator out to make a meal of him...and he was right. Stepping out from behind a tree, Chris saw a Beta Ero-zombie cautiously move towards him. He noticed that it had remnants of a lab coat on and realized that the creature was one of the EZs from the destroyed lab. The zombie stared for a while at the Protuberos feeding off of Chris and decided it wasn't willing to take on the small gelatinous monster for the mouth-watering shaft throbbing in its mass. Instead, the EZ moved in, grabbed Chris' head by his hair and stuffed its 14" prick down his throat. Tears streamed from his eyes as he gagged on the thick undead dick, but part of him was relieved. He now had a bit of hope that his energy level would be renewed and he might

11

yet find away out of his current dilemma. Chris suckled on the shaft like a hungry whore and was soon rewarded with a stomach-filling load of undead spunk. As the zombie kept thrusting away and Chris kept sucking away, the Protuberos never altered its tactics. It had its ultimate prey exactly where it wanted him and there was no need to change. But the creature was about to find out it was wrong.

The sun began to rise, but Chris and his attackers were partially covered by the heavy shade of the tree canopy. He saw a patch of sunlight only a couple feet away, but he had no way to move towards it. The Protuberos was anchored in place and the EZ was still fucking his throat. Then a slight breeze blew in, causing the tree branches to sway in the wind. Chris could feel the small blob-monster react to the sporadic beams of light illuminating its body, but it held strong and kept feeding. The EZ was now famished and wanted to partake in some of the creamy seed it had helped produce, but when it leaned down next to Chris' cock, the Protuberos whipped its face with several tentacles trying to force the zombie away. That simply enraged the beast and it lunged at the blob and Chris' waist. The trio rolled about in the dirt as the zombie tried to peel the gelatinous form off of its prize, but the Protuberos easily slipped through its boney fingers and stayed put. Chris' hands and feet were still trapped inside the monster's body, so he could do nothing to help remove the blob from his cock. The continuous struggle between the two creatures eventually led to the group rolling into a large exposed gap in the tree canopy. When the sunlight made contact with the mini-monster, it shuttered and writhed from the searing pain. Its body started to boil and change color, and the creature was left with no choice but to abandon its prey. No sooner did it slide off Chris' dick then the EZ chomped down on his shaft and sucked hard. Happy to have his hands and feet free, Chris soon realized that he was still too weak to fight off the latest attack.

The zombie consumed numerous cum-blasts before it was ready to breed its prey for more of his seed, but when it did, the beast slowly worked its way up Chris' body, licking his sweaty flesh as it went. When the EZ was looking down onto its captive's face, it immediately stuffed its tongue down his throat seconds before it plunged its rock-solid staff deep into his hole. Chris arched his back as the steely rod tore through his chute, but the beast held him down and continued to drool its mind- numbing saliva into his gullet. Already so terribly tired from the relentless attacks, it didn't take much for the hero to become utterly passive in the zombie's grasp. Soon the creature was fucking his lethargic form like a wild man. Chris' body flopped and flailed underneath the thrusting monster, but he never tried to stop the assault. After nearly thirty minutes of the brutal breeding, the EZ pulled out and prepared to gorge itself once again on the spit-slicked member. Luckily for Chris, the undead dick-licker rotated around and was now in the 69 position. The hero reached out and took hold of cum-soaked rod and slid it down his needy throat. The zombie hugged his waist as it devoured his prick, and the two bodies undulated in unison as semen flowed from both shafts over and over again. Chris' mind cleared with the dilution of the EZ saliva from the massive amounts of zombie spunk. He wasn't close to 100%, but he felt he now had a shot to defend himself once the opportunity arose. Unfortunately, the sun continued its trip across the sky and soon the pair of cocksuckers were once again in heavy shade.

The Protuberos wasted no time in reclaiming it prey, slipping in between the EZ's mouth and Chris' prick. The zombie jerked back in surprise and frustration, but Chris never stopped drinking in its seed. The EZ tried to re-engulf the shaft but the blob whipped its face again and again, keeping the zombie at bay. Totally confused at what to do next, the EZ pulled its cock from Chris' mouth and rolled him onto his stomach and prepared to fuck his ass once more. The Protuberos was already inside of Chris, excreting more of its vile ooze into the tender hole, but the zombie didn't care and pushed forward. As that happened, Chris' mind equated the odd sensation to what it must feel like to be fucked by someone wearing a jelly condom. With each thrust he felt the rigid member barreling through while the gooey form of the blob-monster squished around and slid along the dick's girth. The doubled-up fuck sent unwanted but sensuous chills up and down Chris' spine, and he hated to admit that the combo-cock felt awesome in his ass. He found himself throwing his hips back to meet

12

each and every thrust, cumming every time the zombie did, and this didn't go unnoticed by the beast. The EZ was more than ready to feed again so it pulled out and flipped Chris onto his back. Refusing to be denied its rightful mouthful, the determined EZ clamped its mouth over the Protuberos-covered cock and tried to suck on it. The blob-monster reacted as if that was a direct attack on it, so it countered. To Chris' surprise, the Protuberos released its hold on his cock and ass while it dealt with the zombie. Not willing to overlook that 'gift', the hero scrambled to his feet and ran towards the sunlight.

Chris made it to the edge of the tree line and realized he was at a deforested section of the Amazon. While that was horrible to witness, Chris' mind shifted to the positive aspect of that discovery because it meant that there might be other humans around...humans that had access to vehicles, clothing and food. He turned back to see what was happening between the two creatures and was amazed and horrified to see that the Protuberos had enveloped the EZ's entire head and was dissolving it right off of the zombie's shoulders. Seeing firsthand what his fate would be should he fail to escape, the hero charged into the treeless zone and scoured the landscape for any signs of another human being. The Protuberos had tracked its prey to the edge of the shade but had to stop. Chris saw it just sitting there and knew he had to keep moving because eventually it would be night again, but the creature wouldn't have to wait that long. The earlier breeze that swayed the trees was the precursor to heavy cloud cover blowing through the region. Only seconds after Chris was shaded by the clouds, the blob made its move. Chris turned back to see the monster moving towards him and he picked up a long thick branch for defense. He knew it wouldn't kill the thing, but he had an idea of how to keep it at bay. When the blob lunged for Chris, he impaled its gelatinous mass on the end of the branch, and as the creature squirmed along its length trying to get to Chris, he spun around several times before hurling the branch and blob as far as he could, further into the treeless zone. Chris quickly picked up another branch, preparing to use the same tactic as often as he had to until the sun came back out. The blob lunged for him again and quickly found itself flying through the air. Over and over again it tried to get to its prey, but Chris was fending it off. Looking up and realizing that the cloud cover was about to pass, Chris raced towards the Protuberos as it hit the ground after its last flight. He wanted to make sure the creature was too distracted to be able to take cover.

Sensing the cum-spewing shaft in close proximity, the mini-monster shot out a thick appendage and tried to snag it, but Chris used a smaller branch to deflect each attempt. Taking a quick second to check on the clouds progress, Chris failed to see a short, thick log behind him and he stumbled backwards. The Protuberos' tentacle locked onto his unguarded girth and began to milk him once more. Chris tried to use the branch to keep the main body of the blob off of him, but the creature was easily move past it. The Protuberos was now only a foot away as its appendage traveled over his cock and engulfed his nutsack, but Chris had done enough. The clouds drifted by and the sun shone brightly down on the pair. As the creature burned in its rays, Chris kept back-peddling, trying to keep the monster from using his shadow for cover. Because of its smaller size, the sun's effect of the monster occurred a lot faster then Chris realized. He noticed that the gelatinous body was hardening and panicked at the thought of not being able to free his cock and balls. He tried desperately to pull his manhood free, but after several minutes in the hot sun, the small Protuberos crystallized and became one solid mass. Chris' shaft was now stuck inside the glass-like appendage attached to a 60 lb crystal rock. He tried punching at the tentacle, but it didn't even chip. Chris stood there, in the middle of the treeless field, naked and frustrated with his cock stuck in a crystal tentacle. He leaned over awkwardly and picked up another branch and tried to break free, but again, it had no effect. Then he saw a small rock pile about 50 yards away and headed towards it. As he walked backwards, Chris had to keep a firm hold on the crystallized shaft encompassing his package to keep it from injuring his favorite body part. It took him nearly ten minutes to traverse the debris-ridden landscape, but he was finally in the midst of the stones. The first rock he picked up was the size of a softball, but when he slammed it against the tentacle, it simply bounced off. The next one was the size of a bowling ball, but it too failed to do any damage. Now Chris was really worried he'd never get his dick back. He finally picked up the largest boulder he could and dropped it straight down on the base of the

13

appendage where it connected to the main body, but that too failed to break it off. It did, however, cause a tiny crack in the crystal body. Before Chris could pick up another boulder to try again, the one tiny crack splintered into dozens upon dozens of cracks that dispersed through the mass, and seconds later the whole crystallized body crumbled into tiny shards. Moments after that, the shards disintegrated into powdery dust, and Chris gave out a loud cheer of victory before slowly heading back to his campsite to collect his backpack and find a way back to civilization. Soon after he left the scene, scores of insects converged on the pile of Protuberos powder and consumed every last particle.

Back at the jeep, hours had passed and Mace was finally able to wiggle his pinkie. Patience was not one of his virtues, especially when he had smelled his buddies' cum for the last several hours, but he couldn't make the same mistake twice and rush to kill his attackers. He forced himself to fight his urge to scramble for the leaking, cum-filled cocks. It took everything he had to lay there as still as possible until he knew he had full mobility again, and even then he would have to be quick or the bats would simply paralyze him once more. He suffered through another two piss-slit fucks before he felt confident to make his move, and when he did, Mace swiftly grabbed both bats by their heads and crushed their skulls in his bare hands. He then crawled over to Knox and...hesitated. As he had hoped, the bat saw him coming and bit into Knox' flesh as a reflex, releasing more of its paralytic. Mace then snatched up the winged-beast and snapped its wings in several places before tossing it in the back of the jeep. The cum-hungry merc did the same thing to Dane's attacker before turning his attention to his immobilized comrades. Mace was drooling immensely at the sight of the freakishly swollen nutsacks and the non-stop spunk trickling from the pricks. He dropped to all fours between Dane's legs and scooped up his shaft and immediately swallowed it whole. He sucked on the member like a straw, drawing huge mouthfuls out of his balls with each gulp. Incredibly, Dane's ballsack shrank back down to a somewhat normal size in less then ten minutes. The massive merc then moved on to Knox and relieved him of his distress, but Mace wasn't done with the pair yet.

With his own ballsack enlarged from too much cum, Mace forced Knox' knees to his chest before pile-driving his ass with gleeful abandon. Knox could only groan unintelligibly since he was still under the affects of the bat's paralyzing saliva. Dane could see out of the corner of his eye what Mace was doing to his partner and he knew he was next. He didn't have to wait long either. Mace erupted deep inside Knox, and then, without missing a beat, he picked Dane up in his arms and dropped him on his slippery dick before walking around the campsite with his fellow merc bouncing on the full length of his shaft. Mace was lost in his fuck frenzy due to all the virus-infected spunk that was seeping through his body. The mutation process was underway again, but still far from finished. Mace pressed Dane's back against the front grill of the jeep before unleashing a body-jarring fuck that had the merc wailing in orgasmic agony. Mace finally dumped a gigantic load of his thick ball-batter into Dane's bowels and then carried the man over to his friend. The cum-guzzling merc then grabbed the flightless bats and forced their slender rods back inside Knox' and Dane's cocks. He watched with giddy anticipation as their balls swelled anew. That process happened twice more before Mace reverted back to normal from enough healthy cum consumption, and when he did, the merc simply put both paralyzed men in the back seat of the jeep and drove off; continuing their journey out of the jungle.

About an hour later, the jeep made an unexpected stop and Mace jumped out and disappeared into the jungle. When he returned, he was carrying an armful of fruit for his buddies to eat. "I don't want you starving now. I mean, if you do then I do...since you're my only source of nourishment while we're out here," Mace explained sincerely and half-jokingly. When he tried to feed Knox, the once- paralyzed merc grabbed his hand and tried to punch Mace, but the big guy easily blocked the poorly aimed attack and forced Knox back in the seat. "CALM DOWN, KNOX!!! Dammit, man, I'm not going to hurt you!" Mace yelled. "W-Why? Why you did th-that to us?" Knox asked, still recovering from the bat bite. "You know why. All that I can keep down is cum...and I need a lot of it. You two can't produce enough under normal circumstances, so I had to take advantage of your swollen balls and drain them when I had the chance," Mace answered seriously. "But you...you forced the bats to

14

bite us and fuck us over and over," Dane replied, also coming out of his immobilized state. "Wait. What?!? I...I did what??" Mace responded, obviously very much confused. "I just remember sucking you both off once, and then I carried both of you into the jeep and we drove off. The bats fucked me too, remember? I had nothing to do with them attacking us," he tried explaining. "Just once?!? You forced their skinny bat cocks into ours over and over again and kept draining us dry!!!" Knox screamed. "And YOU kept fucking us like we were nothing more than meat-sleeves for your dick!" Dane added. "Wait...I...I don't remember any of that. Seriously, I don't. Why would I do that to you? Oh gawd, what's happening to me?" Mace rambled on, clearly confused about his earlier actions. Minutes went by before Knox or Dane said anything else, but then Dane spoke up. "Ok...so obviously something happened to you when you were attacked by those pygmies and it seems clear that whenever you're exposed to infected semen you become...irrational and totally focused on cum. BUT...if you truly don't mean us any harm now, then get rid of those two fuckin' bats in the back of the jeep." Mace jumped up to see what he was talking about and was shocked to see the broken- winged beasts lying there, but what shocked him more was that he found himself not wanting to get rid of the little creatures. His subconscious and his instinct for self-preservation were trying to get him to keep them around so he could use them on Knox and Dane again. Mace fought through the dark thoughts, and before climbing back into the driver's seat, he tossed the bats to the ground...or did he? As the jeep headed back down the path, Dane looked back and only saw one bat lying in the dirt, but there was nothing in the back of the jeep. Just then, the merc had a sickening feeling that he, Knox and the rest of the world might have been better off had they never found Mace in the jungle.

Chris was following vehicle tracks through the deforested area in the hopes of finding someone who would help him get out of the jungle. He had been walking for hours when he heard the noise of mechanical equipment off in the distance, but as he got closer, that noise disappeared, followed by the sound of a large vehicle driving away. Even though he was still a bit weak from his battle with the Protuberos and the EZ, Chris started to run along the pseudo-road, hoping and praying that he could still find someone to help. He was now running along a path through a heavily forested area, but he could see another treeless zone in front of him. When he reached that area, Chris saw a bunch of men laughing and gathering up their tools as they headed towards the last truck, and he tried to flag them down. When he caught one man's attention, Chris was thankful that he had decided to use the tattered lab coat, taken from the EZ, as a loin cloth of sorts. As he continued to make his way towards the men and their vehicle, Chris became light-headed from his run and stumbled. A few of the men saw him fall and raced towards him. "Please...please, I need a ride out of the jungle," Chris mumbled. "Sim, senhor...um...yes, sir...we help you out of here," one of the men replied. Just then a large, stocky man with a southern accent walked up and said, "Jeezus, boy! What in tarnation happened to you?!?" "I...I was attacked by...er...well, um...zombies and other things," Chris answered, hoping he didn't just ruin his one chance for a ride. "Well, gawddamn!! Those freakin' thangs have made it down here now? Shoot. And here I thought I was free and clear of them there monsters when I took this job. Oh well. Good thing I packed my trusty rifle and shotgun. I'm Roscoe Biggs, by the way. I'm the supervisor out here in the middle of nowhere," he said as he extended his hand and helped Chris to his feet. "What are y'all standing around for? Help him into the truck and let's get back to town."

Chris was helped into the back of an old military cargo truck, and was soon joined by eight other men. The old vehicle no longer had the canopy cover over the truck bed, only the metal framework, but at least there were still the bench seats running along each side of the bed. Mr. Biggs got in on the passenger side while his foreman, Estevan started up the truck and headed for the small logging town. Mr. Biggs slid the back window open and continued his conversation with Chris. "It'll take us a little over two hours before we get to our new site, Mister...um...what was your name again?" "Oh, sorry. Redfield. Chris Redfield." "Well, like I was saying Chris...you don't mind me calling you Chris, do ya? Anyways, we actually just finished with this site yesterday but had to come back to wrap up some things. Lucky for you we did, cause there ain't another logging site with people on it for a hundred miles or so. You would have been walking for days." "I'm quite grateful for the ride, Mr. Biggs. I'm not sure how much longer I would have lasted," Chris replied, shaking the man's hand again. "You

15

don't have food or water in that backpack of yours?!?" "Nope. Just something that might help us win the fight against those damn zombies though," Chris answered as he instinctively gripped the pack tighter. "Well, boy howdy!! I guess it was fate that we were here then. And dang it, men! Someone give this poor fella something to eat and drink now." Chris thanked the men and scarfed down the food within seconds, and after he washed the meal down with a couple of bottles of water, he sat back and truly relaxed...for the first time in days.

About twenty minutes into the drive, Chris looked up and noticed all the men were staring at him. He quickly looked down to see if his cock was showing, but he was still covered up. Then he noticed that all the men had hard-ons and that they were lustfully gazing upon his body. It was at that moment when Chris remembered that Dr. Kraven had told him that his body would periodically produce a pheromone similar to the EZs and it would increase the attraction men would have for him, if they were in close proximity to him. "Oh boy," Chris thought to himself. "This might get a bit...interesting." And he was right. Luis was the first man to make a move. Sitting right next to Chris, the lean and muscular logger slid his hand down Chris' back before working a finger into his ass-crack. "I want you, senhor. We make sex now, yes?" he said in a heavy accent. Before Chris could say a word otherwise, Luis pulled him down onto the bed of the truck and crawled on top of him. The young man kissed his neck as he fumbled with his belt and zipper, but soon Chris felt the man's stiff nine-incher knocking on his backdoor. Feeling somewhat responsible for the men's reaction to his pheromones, Chris decided not to fight them on what they desired. And to be honest, he was kind of happy that his latest sex partner was a living, breathing human being. When Luis slid inside his hole, Chris cupped his taut buttocks and held on tight as the young man drilled him wildly. The other seven men began to cheer Luis on, urging him to fuck harder and harder. Roscoe Biggs was watching the show unfold and had unzipped his pants, fished out his mega-thick dick and began to stroke himself slowly. Estevan watched the debauchery in the back through the rear-view mirror and almost drove off the road a few times doing so. 'Don't worry, Estevan. You'll get your turn with Mr. Redfield. We'll all be gettin' a turn with Mr. Redfield," Mr. Biggs reassured with a big smile on his face.

It didn't take Luis long before he came deep in Chris' bowels and was immediately replaced by Thiago. The 40-ish ax-man had a rugged body that he was eager to show-off to the stranger. When he peeled off his shirt, Chris responded by running his fingers over his hairy eight-pack before undoing his belt. Thiago grabbed Chris' legs behind the knees, spread them wide and held them down. Chris guided his newest partner's thick shaft to his hole and gasped as it plunged inside. Thiago fucked Chris as roughly as Luis did, almost as if it were a competition to see how hard they could plow the hero, but Chris didn't mind. A truck full of hot, horny men was preferred over a laboratory full of monsters any day. He caressed Thiago's firm chest as the drilling continued, but just as with Luis, his partner came sooner rather then later. The next guy surprised Chris because he wanted to be fucked by him. Gustavo had already dropped trou and was sucking on Chris' cock when Thiago pulled out. "You fuck me, yes?" he said with an eagerness Chris hadn't seen in a while. "Sure thing, buddy. Hop on," was all he said, and that was all Gustavo needed to hear. The twenty- something year old straddled Chris' prick and then unceremoniously dropped down on it. Both he and Chris gasped with pleasure from the penetration and then locked eyes before he started to bounce hard on the mighty pole. Gustavo groped and raked Chris' studly pecs as he worked every inch of his tool inside his hungry hole. Chris enjoyed watching this cute young man with the doughy body savor every thrust of his cock. He could tell the young man hadn't been with many guys and wanted to make sure he gave him a really great fuck, so Chris pulled Gustavo down on top of him and rolled the two of them over. He then plunged his tongued down the man's throat and ramped up his thrusts. Gustavo wrapped his legs around Chris' waist and hugged him close while the rest of the men continued to cheer them on. The young man was in ecstasy and soon shot his wad between their two bodies, but watching Chris' ass tense and flex became too much for another man on the truck and soon the pair was joined by a third.

16

Chris was still tenderizing Gustavo's ass when he felt a fat cockhead push past his butthole. Leandro was patient long enough, and he now had to experience the naked stranger's body for himself. Chris figured the man stuffed nearly 12" up his ass by time he felt his hips pressing against him. The crowd of men gasped at the sight of so much man-meat filling a hole but then resumed their cheering. Gustavo's eyes rolled back in his head as the weight of two studs plowed down on top of him. Chris' cock was hitting spots that he never knew he had and it brought him to orgasm once again. The sensation of Gustavo's shuddering hole combined with Leandro's skillful railing brought the hero to a powerful orgasm that splattered the young man's chute like no other. Leandro pulled Chris back onto his knees which allowed another to take Gustavo's place, but Chris wasn't going to be fucking Miguel. Miguel was going to be fucking Chris. As he slid under the couple, Miguel smeared his precum all over his cockhead and then started to press it along Leandro's length. He followed the thrusting shaft up to the occupied orifice and then pressed harder. Chris began grunting as he allowed the second cock to take up residence within him. The cheering stopped as all the men watched in amazement as the 10" shaft disappeared into the fleshy chute. When Miguel was balls-deep in the stranger, the men applauded and egged them on to fuck him hard. Both men let loose with their pistoning cocks and Chris was in heaven. He was being man-handled by two intense Latin lovers and it was incredible. His body tingled from the sensations surging through him and he didn't want it to end. That was one of the few times he was grateful for a side-effect from the EZ spunk.

While he continued to be jostled around between the two studs, Filipe knelt down in front of his face and forced his long shaft down Chris' throat. The hero gagged on the lengthy meat but never stopped working his tongue and lips along the tasty treat. Filipe grabbed the back of his head as he increased the pace of his thrusts to keep in rhythm with the other two. Chris' mind went blank and he just allowed himself to live in the moment. All he could think about was the three wonderful dicks invading his body. Soon he was concentrating on the feeling of three creamy wads of cum dousing his bowels and throat and how much better it tasted then zombie spunk. When the three men withdrew, Chris rolled onto his back and rested a bit. He knew there were still two men in the back of the cargo truck that hadn't made a move yet, but as soon as he made eye contact with them, they were lying on either side of his body. Chris' legs were lifted into the air by some of the men sitting on the benches and that gave both Ingo and Matheus easy access to his ass. Both men rolled to face Chris with their dicks meeting at his hole, and then they pressed their shafts together and slid in as one. Chris arched his back high off the truck bed when he was impaled because the two cocks were quite long. With the men's heads lying on top of his biceps, all Chris could do was caress their backs as they railed his chute. Unable to wait any longer, Estevan stopped the truck, climbed into the back and quickly knelt over Chris' face and fed the pinned stud his chubby shaft. The older man then devoured the prick that had so captivated him during the painfully long drive. The rest of the men continued to cheer the trio on as they worked the stranger over like a whore at Fleet week. Chris reveled in the orgiastic camaraderie, unleashing a hefty shot of cum for the driver to enjoy. He was soon repaid with three more loads.

When that trio dispersed, Mr. Biggs climbed into the back and ordered Estevan to continue driving. He smiled at Chris and told him to get on all fours. "I got me a surprise for you, boy. And I'm sure yer gonna luv it," he said with a huge grin. Chris did as he was asked as soon felt the supervisor's big, hairy belly sliding over his ass which was followed by an unbelievably thick cock at his dribbling asshole. As Mr. Biggs pushed forward, Chris could feel his hole stretch wider and wider to accommodate the gargantuan girth. The hero let out a loud moan of relief when the nearly 4" wide cockhead finally slipped past the outer ring, but then bit his lower lip and groaned as the rest of the equally wide 8" prick glided through. "Damn, boy! It's a good thing my men loosened you up for me or I mighta split you in two," Roscoe Biggs chuckled as he ground his hips against the muscular butt- cheeks. "Now hold on tight 'cause I'm about to show you how we southern boys do it." With that, Mr. Biggs initiated a mind-blowing anal assault that had Chris' head snapping back and forth with every thrust. The surprisingly strong, fat man was pulling Chris' hips back onto his cock with as much force as he was thrusting his hips into the hero. The rest of the men sat in silence and watched

17

as their boss boned the stranger with more gusto then they had ever seen him display. Chris was crying out in orgasmic pleasure as he pounded his fist down onto the truck bed over and over. He was so lost in the moment that he didn't realize that Estevan had stopped the truck again to watch his boss go wild. Mr. Biggs squeezed Chris' hips so hard that bruises would form, but that was a good indication of the intensity of the orgasm that washed over the big man. He came so hard and pumped so much cum into Chris' already filled hole that the spunk was squirting out past the ass ring and spraying the truck bed. Mr. Biggs leaned over and tenderly kissed Chris' back, trying to catch his breath, but when he knelt back up and pulled out, Chris received an even more surprising reaction. "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!?!?" Roscoe Biggs roared. "Why the fuck am I fucking you, boy?!? What did you do to us??" Chris' sexually satisfied mood was shattered as the rest of the men joined in the screaming and the flinging of accusations, and he and his back pack were eventually thrown off the truck. The effects of his pheromones had obviously worn off. "You best not come around these parts again, boy, and I mean it!" As the truck sped off down the road, Chris saw Gustavo give him a small wave goodbye and then drop something over the side of the truck. When Chris picked it up, he saw it was a small map with two spots circled. One was his current location and the other was the small city, Canutama with the words "6 horas". Chris smiled to himself and thought, "Well, apparently one guy had some fun." He dusted himself off, and grumbled when he realized his make-shift loin cloth was still in the truck. Completely naked once again, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and began walking down the dirt road towards Canutama.

As it neared dusk, Chris saw a glow on the horizon. He knew he was finally getting close to civilization, but he also became painfully aware of his nakedness...and his stench. He figured he should at least try to wash off the scent of hearty man-sex before he made first contact with any more locals. He had been walking along the dirt road that had begun to follow a small winding river, so Chris walked down to the water, set the backpack on the bank and stepped in. He sat down on the rocky bottom and poured handfuls of the cool liquid over his head. The refreshing dip helped revitalize his weary body, but he spent only a few minutes washing himself down before he got out to air dry. As he stood on the river bank listening to the sounds of the breeze filter through the trees, he tried to figure out what to do about some pants. By the time he heard the sound of water churning behind him it was too late. "EEEEIIIAAAAAAA!!!" was all he yelled out as the mouth of the giant anaconda clamped down on his shoulder blade. Before he knew it, the snake had pulled him to the ground and had coiled its massive body around his and was squeezing the life out of him. In the midst of this attack, Chris noticed that his cock was rock-hard, and when he saw the cloudy eyes of the living-dead serpent, he knew he was once again being attacked by a virus-infected monster. The 30' long creature was nearly 400 lbs and over 2' wide at its thickest section, but for such a behemoth, it seemed to move gracefully on the ground. It separated its coils near Chris' cock and ass to prepare its prey for one intense breeding and feeding session. The anaconda then slithered almost 2' of its tail into Chris' ass before it untucked its pair of hemipenes and began to breed him. The snake shafts were only 1" thick and 8" long, but combined with its tail, Chris' ass was overstuffed and aching. A steady stream of anaconda cream filled his bowels and immediately started to swell his sack with new cum. Once it had finished cumming, and to Chris' relief, the creature tucked its sex organs back in its body and withdrew its tail prior to feeding, but he didn't realize just how ominous that action was.

As it prepared to feed on his swollen cock, the snake released his shoulder and unhinged its jaws. It then slowly descended on his throbbing member, pressing its toothless jawbones against his hips. When Chris felt the monster's throat muscles constrict around his cock he let out a loud gasp, which turned out to be a huge mistake because the anaconda squeezed a little tighter as he did it. It wasn't long before Chris was forced into a mighty orgasm, and every time he pumped out a load, the snake squeezed his body a little more. It was only ten minutes after it first ensnared him, and Chris was already nearly sucked dry. He was lapsing into unconsciousness from the lack of oxygen when the snake released his shaft. He thought he was about to be bred again, but the gigantic serpent only breeds its prey once...and then it swallows them whole.

18

About that same moment, Air Force Colonel Austin Shepard was driving down that same dirt road on his way back to Canutama after being on leave for a few days. As he rounded the corner, the Colonel saw the massive snake preparing to devour a...a person! He slammed on the brakes and rushed to rescue the victim.

Chris watched in horror as the unhinged jaws, dripping with slick saliva, closed in on his head. He felt the creature's throat open up as the crown of his skull started to slide inside. His heart was racing. He was about to be eaten alive by this undead monstrosity and there would be no remains for anyone to ever find. As the edge of the throat slid over his eyes, Chris felt the creature's jaws press down on his shoulders as it began to pull his body inside its mouth. When its throat was at his nose, Chris started to pray to a god he wasn't sure he believed in anymore. As it reached his upper lip, the hero took in as deep a breath as he could. Why? He wasn't sure. He guessed that it was because surrender was never an option for him. When the edge of the throat slid past his chin, Chris began to apologize to all the people he had failed and he prayed that they would forgive him someday. As the giant anaconda struggled to work its jaws past his broad shoulders, he hoped that maybe his luck would save him yet again. The monster serpent kept at it, and Chris could feel the throat stretching wider and wider as it slid across the top of his shoulders. The creature's struggle continued, but it wouldn't give up. It didn't want to abandon such a prized feast. Chris' lungs were burning from a lack of oxygen now, and then he felt the snake's progress halt. Maybe it was giving up, maybe his shoulders were just too wide for its mouth, but then he felt the beast bite down hard on either side of his body as it pulled with all its might and then...success. The serpent had forced its throat over those muscular shoulders and could proceed with dinner. He felt his procession into the snake's gullet resume and when the edge of its throat slid over his massive chest and nipples, the air in Chris' lungs ran out and he convulsed violently. When its prey fell still, the mighty reptile resumed the slow consumption, but it would never finish its greatest meal. With a powerful upward thrust of his combat knife, Colonel Austin Shepard sliced the snake's head from its body. Seconds later, the creature's taut coils relaxed. The Colonel cut open the anaconda's head and pulled it off of the victim and then pulled him clear of the huge body. When he checked for a pulse, there was none, and when he went to initiate CPR, he was taken aback. "CHRIS?!?! OH GAWD, NO!!!!! C'mon, man!! BREATHE, DAMMIT!! BREATHE!!!"

The Colonel kept screaming the same thing over and over, in between breaths, as he tried to breathe life back into the lifeless body of Chris Redfield.

To be continued...

19