Pie Days: Virus - TG-TF

"And that…" whispered Erin, sliding a latex covered finger under the boy's chin, "is all you need to know about the square root of pi." She tsked as the boy squirmed, the latex bonds wrapped around his body constricting on his manhood as he gasped. Carefully,  she pushed his face downward, smothering him in the reflective surface of her breasts as the latex closed around him. His squirms made her gasp with pleasure as she leaned down to whisper through the fabric. "Try to focus on that lecture, will you? We could use another mathematician." She slid her fangs into the girl's neck as she spoke, ripping it out without hesitation and smiling languidly as the head jerked between her cleavage. She felt her face turn to its normal rubbery state, the hair stiffening as the transformed girl lifted her head from the bonds. Her features were melting, a little, a sure sign of a slime girl as she opened her mouth wordlessly to her maker.

The new girl coughed a little, green bubbles emerging from her mouth, her voice coming out with each pop to form a mathematical formula. Erin grinned, hugging her new creation with pride as the girl squished against her. "Come on," she said. "It's time for you to meet the family."

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The former teacher swaggered a little as she walked in with her slime girl, luxuriating in the feel of her latex body as it squished against the floor. Her whip coiled around her leg as Erin smiled, content with one arm around her slime daughter. It was good being a cutie pie, feeling the world around at her disposal… She let her whip wrap itself around her daughter, cupping the slime girl's breasts and bringing out a bubbled "Eep!" of surprise, before its owner stuck her tongue out.

"We're here," smiled Erin, conversationally as she gestured at the ballroom. The ideal place of operation for their little army, this was where the virus had been brewing. Nobody ever checked the ball rooms.

"Honestly," came a voice, the owner sidling into the room. "Yet another daughter?"
"Says the girl who's got an army of her own," retorted Erin, arching an eyebrow at the new comer. "Just 'cause you're sex in a suit, doesn't mean you can look down on the rest of us."
The girl smirked, brown hair playing against her black leather as she fiddled with the beakers at her side. Her hands misted to pheromones, drawing Erin forward. "You sure? I think being sex in a suit means I can do anything I want."
Erin responded with a snort, pushing the girl away and holding her daughter against her. "Don't try it, Melinda. You know I can't smell anything when I'm like this."
"A shame, too," sighed Melinda. "Where's Alyssa?"
A stethoscope looped around her as she spoke, the cold flesh pressing underneath her shirt and against her breast. "Where you can't scent her," whispered a blonde, stepping in behind her. "One gaseous move, and I'll turn it into a pump."
"Spoil sport," pouted Melinda. "You know you enjoy our kisses."
"When they're willing, I do," grinned Alyssa, kissing her lightly on the lips. "It's what you slip down my throat when you have me properly seduced that makes me too worried to do anything."
The stethoscope pressed down, making Melinda shudder as the cold rubber pressed into her body. Alyssa smiled, her body dissolving into bandages as she wrapped herself around the girl, kissing herself on the lips as Erin made faces.

"If you're quite through," came Lisa's voice, "we have actual work to do. Like releasing a certain virus?"
Melinda ghosted through her bonds with a sigh, flying up to the dangling chandelier and withdrawing a crystal orb. "It's ready for launching. Who gets to throw it?"
"Me," said Lisa, firmly. "I'm the only one who didn't spend the last week bickering over it.
"Before or after we take care of our guest?" asked Alyssa. "His annoying heart beat has been driving me crazy since I entered the room."
A gasp from the corner drew every eye as the girls smiled.
"Honestly," muttered Melinda, her skin dissolving into pheromones as she floated over. The owner of the gasp stepped out, knees weak as his body reacted to the scent with urges to overpower reason.
"If you're going to try these things," continued Erin for her, "you really should do your research. You're too human to sneak into this place."
He shook his head, screwing up his eyes as if it would give him courage as he drew his gun. His dark brown hair was nearly black from sweat, as he took careful aim at the ball. "N-no!" he whispered. "I am resistance! I am your end! I am-"
"Too melodramatic," muttered Melinda, her hand materializing in time to smack the gun away. Alyssa's bandaged arm tightened his legs, pulling them out from under him as he gasped. He placed his arms on the ground, trying to get up as Erin tied his hands together in latex. His open mouth was stifled with bubble gum before he could even speak.
Melinda shook her head, watching the boy sadly as Lisa went on to continue their plans. "They always think fighting amongst ourselves means we won't fight them," she muttered, smiling a little as they all nodded in agreement.
The slime girl stepped forward, a popped bubble emitting a soft "ooh," as she slid onto the struggling creature. Her fangs emerged, hardening as they ripped into flesh, and Erin grinned.
"Aw!" she smiled, wiping a tear from her eyes as the boy's blood spilled on the floor. "She's making her first daughter!"
The flesh rippled outward, breasts emerging as the hair lengthened. He was gagging, pink lace erupting from his skin as he turned into a her. She squirmed, her body curving female as a giggle tore through her lips, her slimed mother hugging her as she giggled again.
"Welcome to the family," the girls smiled in union.
There would be a lot more of them before long.