This is the final part of a three part series for Mayterninty 2025. This one is a long one but i got a bit carried away with the story. All the same I hope you enjoy it!

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By this point, the world had been thrown into a panic. News had officially broken about the virus that was turning people into pregnant women. Many people quarantined themselves in their homes for fear of catching the virus. Although it was not strictly harmful to get, being a pregnant woman wasn't everyone's cup of tea. Potentially infected people often isolated themselves from their families for fear of spreading it to them, while other people fully embraced the changes it brought.

Jerry Krevits had always been a bit of a loner. He kept to himself and worked a job at a warehouse where he rarely needed to speak to other people. This was for two reasons, so far as Jerry was concerned. One: He did not tend to like other people, much preferring his own thoughts to remain undisturbed by the babbling mundanities of others. Two: He was a massive germaphobe. Jerry spent more time washing his hands and disinfecting things in a single day than most people might in a week or two. Not dealing with other people meant fewer germs and fewer germs meant less disinfecting, and less disinfecting meant more time to do whatever else he had decided he wanted to do on any given day.



Jerry was on his way home late one afternoon. He would usually hang around the back warehouse for an hour after his shift so that he did not have to walk home when the sidewalks were crammed with so many other people. The fewer people, the better, and if that meant that he had to go home late, then he would do it without question. On this particular day, this strategy had not worked. Jerry was just walking up to the base of the steps to his corner apartment when a woman flew around the corner and smacked into him at full speed. She was completely nude and the force of the blow knocked the wind right out of him as they both tumbled to the floor. Jerry was the first to get on his feet. Despite the nag of his neurotic germaphobic impulses, he extended a hand to help her to her feet. The woman was kind of pretty, he thought to himself as he looked down at her. She had almost clasped his hand when he recoiled in mild horror. Had her stomach just gotten bigger? He could have sworn it had. She looked up at him with a helpless sort of expression that almost made him feel bad, but then it happened again. Her belly swelled out a bit, rolling up her tight shirt as it did.



Jerry went into full fight-or-flight mode, and to the girl's horror, Jerry was a fighter. Jerry pulled down the sleeves of his jacket until they covered his palms like makeshift gloves. Then he grabbed the woman on the concrete by the arms and wrenched her to her feet. Before she had time to react, he was already dragging the small (but growing) woman up the stairs and into his apartment. Jerry lived in a split-level apartment that had its own basement. Down the stairs he dragged her, nearly spilling the both of them down the stairs as they lost their balance halfway down. Recovering, he got them the rest of the way down there. Once in the basement, he began to bind her hands with some old BDSM equipment that had conveniently been left by the previous tenant. The woman was powerless to resist as Jerry was in a mad frenzy at this point. Spurred on by that same germaphobic neuroticism that he had barely been able to contain when he went to help her up outside. It took Jerry no more than 3 minutes to get her tied up and chained in place. Then, in a hurry, he retreated upstairs. The woman began to plead for help as he went, but he had no sympathy for her. She had the virus that everyone had been talking about. Jerry was sure of that. He had been reading up on all the symptoms and signs. This woman was running around without a care in the world, spreading that horrible virus. It sickened Jerry to think about how many she might have infected before happening upon his doorstep. 



Jerry made his way to the bathroom intending to disinfect himself for the next hour. Jerry opened the door to his bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. When he did, his jaw dropped open like a mailbox door with a broken latch. He stared directly at his forehead, almost not believing what he was seeing. A thin line of blood, roughly 1/4 inch in length, was fixed there, looking like a prop from Spirit Halloween. Except this was no prop. This was a cut, a vector for infection, and proof of the incident that had occurred outside. The woman's tooth, as it just so happens, had struck Jerry right in the forehead and drew blood as it did when they collided. Jerry let out a shriek of dismay and began to furiously disinfect the spot on his forehead with anything and everything. Hydrogen peroxide, soap and water, bacitracin, bleach, you name it. He scrubbed at the wound, only serving to make it wider and more swollen than it already was. He continued on anyway, but deep down, he knew it was already too late. 



All in Jerry had spent 4 hours in the bathroom that evening. All the while, the tied-up woman in the basement kept on swelling up. The symptoms started for Jerry not long after that 4-hour decontamination session had ended. He looked down at himself in horror as his flat stomach began to bulge out gently. It was at this point that he fainted. The virus ran it's course serving Jerry up a nice pair of tits, a belly that looked like it might be housing 3 babies and a vagina to boot. 



Jerry awoke on the floor of his kitchen. He felt full in all the wrong places and empty in others. He nearly fainted again as his eyes adjusted the the light of the room. It was the next morning, and light was streaming in through the half-open window. Jerry sat up and began to come to terms with the situation. He was now a she, and that is just the way it was. Despite all of his best efforts, Jerry had caught the virus of all viruses. She got to her feet with a struggle, not used to the new weight of her body. That's when she remembered the woman in the basement. She was likely still tied up down there, hungry and afraid. Jerry felt guilty. Yesterday Jerry had been so mad, and now look at her. They were in the same boat, and although Jerry did not want to admit it, for the first time in his... her... whatever life, she would need a friend. Cautiously, she made her way over to the stairs of the basement. It was quiet, and for a split second, she wondered if the woman had escaped. Slipped out of her cuffs and just bolted while she was passed out on the floor. But no. As Jerry reached the bottom step of the basement stairs, he could see that she was still right where he left her. Jerry spoke as she lifted her head to look at her.



"So I think I owe you an apology..." Her voice was feeble and alien-sounding as it trailed off. The woman who was tied up just glared at her, clearly upset. Hopefully, Jerry could figure this mess out, or the virus would be the least of her worries.