Eroticon Virus (Part 2)

Mrs Momoyuki heard the letter arrive in the mail-box by the front door with some surprise. It was a funny time of night to receive junk mail, but she liked to read the advertising anyway, so the attractive-looking Japanese woman went out to the front door and collected the envelope. Although she had two daughters, the younger girl being sixteen-years-old and the older one having just turned nineteen, Mrs Momoyuki was still had much of her youthful beauty. Most people who didn't know her real age would've guessed that she was no older than her mid-twenties at most. At forty-two years old, the mother of Atsuko and Ritsuko looked pretty damn good.

It was a pity that she favoured wearing frumpy house-wife clothes around the house, and always dressed conservatively in long skirts and long-sleeved tops. Her idea of going casual was to wear a pair of jeans, although with her unusually long legs, she certainly did look good in them. Her husband had long ago given up on ever getting his wife to wear a miniskirt...

As she walked back to the living room, Mrs Momoyuki coughed a few times, and was fairly certain that she had caught a cold of some kind. She'd heard her youngest daughter, Atsuko, sneezing and sometimes coughing that evening too, so the mother suspected that they both probably had the same viral infection.

As she sat down on the sofa, she studied the envelope's letterhead, with the official-looking seal with curiosity and then opened it.

Inside the envelope was a letter from the Ministry of Education. Seeing such a letter was a big surprise, more so to see one arrive at night. Taking it seriously, she read the contents with first stunned astonishment, then worry, and then with a strange stirring inside. The letter had to be a mistake, a joke of some kind, but it appeared real to her eyes. Everything was very proper and formal, and it had the right letterhead and stamps.

She read out loud with increasing amazement, “...virus symptoms start like a mild flu, with sneezing, coughing, and a fever, but teenage girls and young women suffer other erotic symptoms. EV appears to be designed to cause not only economic problems but also social problems, as it's main target is Japanese high-school girls...one of the symptoms that is most disturbing is that it causes the victim to feel extremely aroused in a purely sexual way...to avoid hysteria, high-school students will not be told about the virus' effects, and the policy will be to inform doctors to treat it as a minor flu epidemic that will soon pass. The virus is not dangerous, nor lethal, but will temporarily result in some embarrassing problems for the infected female victims....”

Mrs Momoyuki read the general de_script_ions of each stage of the virus symptoms with a sense of disbelief, but also worry. It seemed too bizarre a story to be believed, but the authority of the source meant that it couldn't be dismissed as being a joke. The letter appeared real, it was written in the typical formal language of the Japanese government bureaucracy, and it mentioned two web-sites for those interested in finding the exact symptoms of the virus. One of those was the Ministry of Health. The other she didn't recognize the name of.

Mrs Momoyuki didn't know anything about computers and the Internet, but she knew who did. She was about to go upstairs to ask Andrew-san for some help when her phone rang. She picked it up.

“Kei-chan? This is Maeko”, the woman's voice said, “Have you received a strange letter from the Ministry of Education?”

“Yes, just a little while ago”, Mrs Momoyuki answered, “Is it true? I'm very worried.”

The other woman sighed before answering, “Yes, it's true. My daughter, Mayumi knows even more about it than I do. She showed me several news-sites on her computer. It's scary, but it's true. How is Atsuko? Is she okay?”

Mrs Momoyuki was quick to notice the subtle tone in Mayumi's mother's voice.

“She told me she was okay...but...”, Mrs Momoyuki replied, “Kumiko's mother said that Atsuko was ill at their house tonight and she was very slow to come home. I was very worried about her.”

“Has she shown any of the virus symptoms?”, the other mother asked.

That question caught Mrs Momoyuki by surprise; she was still trying to absorb the official news that some kind of mad scientist-created super-plague threatened to turn all Japanese high-school girls into horny sex-addicts. She hadn't yet jumped to the possibility that one of her own daughters might already be infected.

“Well...Atsuko seems to have...”, she started to say a cold, but remembered that Atsuko had not only been sneezing and sometimes coughing, but was blushing and acting very embarrassed when she came home that night.

Mrs Momoyuki breathed deep, then said, “Honestly, maybe, she told me an hour ago that she was fine, but she kept blushing, acting very strange, not her usual self. Atsuko has mostly stayed in her room, which has been strange too, but she's in the shower now.”

“I think you should watch her very closely, ask her more questions”, Mayumi's mother said on the phone, “I've already talked to Mrs Tomoya and Mrs Yamaguchi, and they told me that their daughters think that Atsuko already has the virus because of things she admitted to them.”

Mrs Momoyuki could hardly breathe as she listened to this, and with a small voice stammered, “Like what things did they...what sort of things?...They don't really think...Oh I hope not...What sort of things did they say?”

The other mother answered, “They say that they think Atsuko is already at stage-4...she can't wear panties or bras anymore...and she already had the other symptoms. Rie and Kumiko might have it too.”

“Stage-4?”, Mrs Momoyuki repeated, “Atsuko can't wear panties or bras anymore...? What other symptoms would she be showing?”

Mayumi's mother's voice was very serious and matter of fact in her reply, “Being extremely horny all the time, she'll also be very shy and easily embarrassed, and she's probably already losing her...pussy hair....by now...also not being able to wear long skirts, only super-short skirts. If she's really at stage-4, Atsuko will start to have an effect on you too...and other women. It makes all female victims bisexual.”

Mrs Momoyuki was shocked.

“It does?”, she gasped, “Would it be making me horny as well...I thought....well... aren't you and I too old to get affected that way...well....um...”

She felt that little warm stirring inside again, and that made her wonder.

“Yes....but not as much, I think”, Mayumi's mother replied, “I read that it mostly affects teenage girls, but if you had it, or I had it, we would feel that way...but not so much. You should read that website about it. Not the Health Ministry one, it's been removed. People are saying they're trying to cover up how bad it is. Read the copy of the report at the KHR radio-station website. It's the best one that we could find.”

“Oh...yes, I'll do that”, Mrs Momoyuki replied, feeling a little faint, “Has the virus affected anyone else that you know of? By the way?”

The other mother's voice was straight forward, “To be honest, yes, Rie has all the early symptoms according to her mother. We already talked about it. Mrs Yamaguchi is very distressed about it. Could you give her a call? It might make her feel better, and she trusts your advice.”

The sound of the shower stopped. Atsuko must have finished.

“Yes, I'll do that soon”, Mrs Momoyuki said, “Oh...I just heard Atsuko coming out of the shower, I'll go and check on her now.”

“Take care”, Mayumi's mother answered, “...and call me if you need help.”

“I will”, Mrs Momoyuki replied, “Good night, and thank you for talking to me about it.”

She hung up the telephone and hurried to the bathroom. Mrs Momoyuki didn't bother to knock, since Atsuko was her daughter afterall, but even so she was hesitant about just opening the door. What would Atsuko think if she did such a thing? So, the mother paused, but realising that if she didn't catch Atsuko by surprise, her teenage daughter would try to cover herself with a towel. The importance of knowing if her beautiful teenage daughter had the virus (or not) forced Mrs Momoyuki to act. With a sudden decision, she opened the bathroom door.

Her teenage daughter was drying her hair at the time, and didn't even see the bathroom door open. Otherwise, Atsuko stood there totally nude, still dripping wet from the shower, her breasts surprisingly large to her mother's eyes. Mrs Momoyuki hadn't seen her daughter naked for at least two years, but the size of her daughter's breasts, larger than her own, surprised her. The worried mother looked down at the meeting place between Atsuko's thighs, and saw that the fine soft hairs that once covered her teenage daughter's sex were all gone. Atsuko's girl-slit was bald and completely hairless. With a sharp intake of breath, Mrs Momoyuki quickly closed the bathroom door and hurried away. It seemed all her fears were realised!

She was on the telephone calling Mayumi's mother, Mrs Suzuki only a minute later.

“Mae-chan? This is Kaeko”, Mrs Momoyuki said when the telephone was answered, “You were right, Atsuko really does have it. I just saw her naked in the bathroom...oh it was a shock...Atsuko has no hair on her pussy! It's all gone! And her breasts, they were much bigger than I expected!”

“Oh no!”,. Mayumi's mother said in reply, “Then it is true. It sounds like Atsuko definitely has it then. Just try to stay calm. Don't over react. Don't let her know that you know. She's probably very embarrassed by what's happening to her, and if you let on that you know about it too soon, she'll have more trouble dealing with it. Not yet anyway. But don't act too surprised by what she does or your own reactions to her either. Just go with it. If you want to start touching her or anything like that...”

“What? What do you mean?”, Mrs Momoyuki interrupted in shock at the idea.

Touch her own daughter? Did she mean sexually?

Mrs Suzuki tried to explain, her voice calm, “Stay calm, please...Have you had a chance to read that website yet? It's very important that you do.”

“No, I haven't”, Mrs Momoyuki replied, “Not yet, but I will, I promise.”

“I really think you should do that as soon as possible”, Mrs Suzuki told her, “It sounds like Atsuko is definitely far into stage-4 of the virus symptoms already. It starts having an effect on other people around her, by smell, pheromones or something like that. If you have it too, you'll start getting strange urges. You'll want to touch her. Please don't be shocked. Rie's mother explained it to me as well, and said that Rie had admitted feeling the same way towards Atsuko. Try not be too shocked by your own reactions to her, if you want to start touching her, just go ahead.”

“But...my own daughter”, Mrs Momoyuki was flabbergasted, and felt as if she was on the edge of panic as well.

At the same time, she felt herself growing hot between her thighs. She too easily remembered how beautiful and sexy Atsuko looked naked in the bathroom. Thoughts of touching Atsuko were making her wet. She pushed down the thoughts with haste, then sneezed. She felt a little feverish. It was just a cold, she told herself, but worried.

Mrs Suzuki kept talking, “Stay calm...just go with it. I know it sounds wrong, but you won't be able to help yourself, probably. Did you just sneeze? Oh no, are you okay?”

Unsaid was the implication, maybe you have the virus infection too.

Mrs Momoyuki blushed, and felt her panties becoming wet. She tried not to think about touching Atsuko sexually, but the more she tried, the more the thoughts of doing so kept coming back up. Trying hard not to think of an idea was often a sure way of ensuring that you couldn't stop thinking about it, and Mrs Momoyuki was having a lot of problems. Being slightly feverish didn't help.

“I'm..okay....”, Mrs Momoyuki told her, trying to convince herself as well, but then giving up, “No...I'm not okay. I thought that I had a cold coming on, but maybe it's...Oh, I hope not.”

“Don't worry so much”, Mrs Suzuki said on the phone, “It only has minor effects on women of mine and your age. Stay calm. Relax. Read that website as soon as you can. And don't worry so much about your own reactions to Atsuko. If you're infected too, it will be the virus making want to do those things to her, not you. It's probably better that you do them, because it's supposed to stop your own infection getting worse.”

“Really?”, Mrs Momoyuki asked, not sure how that would work, but then she knew that she didn't know much about medical things.

“It's true, according to what I've read”, the other mother told her, “If other women and girls do that sort of thing a lot to a teenage girl who is already at stage-4 or worse, it's supposed to stop their own symptoms getting worse. The virus makes it easier though, because other female victims will WANT to grope and molest the most affected teenage girl. I read about it on a few websites. Even the Health Ministry web-page said so, before they removed the page.”

“Oh...but if Atsuko is already at that stage-4...”, Mrs Momoyuki said with worry,

“...then other women and girls will want to touch her, they won't be able to help themselves”, Mrs Suzuki said, “...and if they don't, then their own virus symptoms will get worse too. They'll even want her to...it's embarrassing for me to even say this...want to make her orgasm...actually, I think that they have to make her orgasm a lot, or the virus symptoms will keep getting worse if she doesn't orgasm a lot.”

Mrs Momoyuki felt very strangely hot and wet inside as those words sunk in, and worry about her daughter started to be replaced at least partly about worry about what the virus would be doing to her (and others), if Atsuko wasn't molested sexually, fingered...oh God....played with.....and brought to orgasm repeatedly. She tried not to think about doing such things to her own daughter, but the images of doing it, images of fingering Atsuko's little pussy, and even using a dildo on her...images of making her teenage daughter orgasm and of others doing that to Atsuko too...

Mrs Momoyuki was getting very wet and horny with the idea, and as she felt sick already, it occurred to her that she already had the virus affecting her. It was the virus making her think of these things. It was the virus making her want to do these sexy things to her own daughter. It was the virus making her horny with the idea too.

She blushed in shame, but it was the only conclusion she could think of.

“Are you alright?”, Mrs Suzuki asked on the phone, “Kaeko? Are you alright?...Are you still there?”

Mrs Momoyuki took a deep breath and finally answered, “Yes, I'm okay...kind of....I think the virus has infected me too. I feel very strange.”

“Oh....I suspected..I thought maybe that it had”, Mrs Suzuki replied, “You really better read that website on the Internet, find out all you can....otherwise it might be more difficult for you to deal with tomorrow when Atsuko has to go to school.”

“School?”, Mrs Momoyuki exclaimed, “I was thinking it would be better that she stay home, get over it. She might spread it around.”

“No, no, no....don't think that way”, Mrs Suzuki told her, “Atsuko has to go to school tomorrow, otherwise the other girls who have been infected will get worse...Please, Kae-chan? I know it's hard for you, and it sounds all upside down, but if Atsuko goes to school, she'll be helping others who have been infected not to get so bad....and you can't let her know just how much it's affecting her, or she'll be even more upset by what's happening to her....try to pretend that everything is normal, or at least not so bad. Being with her school friends will help her too. Besides....she'll need the relief. Better that it be girls at a girl's school where there won't be any other boys around than her staying at home, and better that she helps others by going too.”

Mrs Momoyuki was taken aback by the other mother's determination to make sure that Atsuko went to school, even if sick, that she finally relented. She tried not to think about what would happen to Atsuko at school, but she couldn't help but feel a hot tingling sensation inside at thoughts of Atsuko being molested and brought to orgasms again and again at her school. She flushed with shame, but told herself it was the virus making her imagine such naughty things. Mrs Momoyuki's panties were getting soaked by the idea, and that made her blush hotly.

“Oh...okay...”, Mrs Momoyuki answered, “I understand...I'm sorry, it's just very difficult for me at the moment.”

“well, it's getting late, but you really should read that website”, Mrs Suzuki said, “Also, Mayumi just mentioned something to me as well, and I think you better do this too...It's unlikely that Atsuko will be able wear long skirts to school from tomorrow. You'll have to cut her school uniform skirts very short, or she won't be able to put them on....that's if she can wear any skirts at all.”

“You're sure of this?”, Mrs Momoyuki asked.

“That's what the Health Ministry and Education Ministry officials said....Atsuko is already at stage-4... if and when she's at stage-5 or stage-6, you probably won't let her wear any skirts at all....you'll have to take her to school by car for sure.”

The idea of taking her teenage daughter to school half-naked was mind-blowing to Mrs Momoyuki, but she trusted Mrs Suzuki's advice. She seemed to be almost an expert on what the virus did. Maybe because Mrs Suzuki used to be a nurse, and her husband was a doctor.

“It's hard to believe that we're talking about this”, Mrs Momoyuki commented, “My daughter having to go to school even without a skirt or panties on! Will it really be that bad?”

“Trust me”, Mrs Suzuki said, her voice serious and sad, “It will probably get that bad....maybe worse...and it could happen to my daughter too. The virus is very infectious...but please take Atsuko to school, even if you have to force her to go, because she'll be able to help others not to get any worse.”

“Yes, I understand”, Mrs Momoyuki said, “I better get going too, and I'll read that website like I promised.”

“Okay...good night then”, Mrs Suzuki replied, “And remember...stay calm.”

She then hung up.

Mrs Momoyuki sighed, then reminded herself that she had to check that website. She picked up the letter from the Ministry of Education and went upstairs.
Andy

Andy was playing the latest first-person shooter game on his PC when Mrs Momoyuki knocked on his bedroom door. He opened the door and was surprised how panicked and worried she was looking, her face was flushed as well, and she seemed somewhat...embarrassed. Had she believed the letter, or was she upset with him and had guessed that he'd made it? Nervously, Andy invited her in.

“Is there a problem?”, he asked, and tried to feign total ignorance about any wrong-doing.

“Sorry, Andrew-san”, Mrs Momoyuki said, “But...could you help me with this please?”

She showed him the fake Education Ministry letter. Andy's breath caught in his throat, and he hoped fervently that she wasn't on to him.

“Uh? Yes, sure....”, he answered.

He sweated a bit, and blushed.

Damn, he cursed himself for being such a bad liar. She had to be onto him for sure!

“It's important”, Mrs Momoyuki told him, “...but I need to find this website”, she pointed at the bottom of the letter, “...could you help me with this? Please?”

She bowed to him, and Andy realised then that Atsuko's mother had completely fallen for the fake letter. She believed it was completely real. Stunned at his own success, Andy could only answer a simple “Yes, okay”.

He went back to his desk and exited the game, then quickly got online. Mrs Momoyuki handed him the letter, and Andy made a show of laboriously typing down the web-site address. The expected page came up, one that he'd seen already. It was the radio-station web-site with the article about the virus. The only change had been the huge collection of _link_s to other sites that also had articles about the Eroticon Virus. Glancing at them, Andy was amazed at how many people apparently believed the whole thing was real.

“Geez...!”, he exclaimed out loud.

Mrs Momoyuki asked him to slowly go down the whole page, as she read the entire article. Then she told him to stop when it came to the bulleted sections on each stage of “EV Infection”.

She was panting rapidly near his ear, her breath hot, and when Andy glanced at her face, he was surprised how flushed she was. For some reason that Andy couldn't guess at, the woman was particularly interested in the sections marked stage-4, 5, 6, 7, and 8! - To Andy's surprise, the article also included stages of the infection that he hadn't written. He shook his head at how crazy people could be.

Mrs Momoyuki asked him, “Is it possible for you to copy this?”

“Do you mean print it?”, Andy asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, all of it”, Mrs Momoyuki said, “Maybe twice”, then she asked, “Um...do you understand what it says?”

Andy nodded, feeling very peculiar that the woman was really taking the hoax so seriously. It was obvious that she believed it completely. He decided on impulse to see how far he could take it.

“Huh...yes, I've already read about it”, he told her, his face turning hot with the blatant lies he was going to tell her, “It's all over the news overseas...”

Mrs Momoyuki didn't seem to notice the blush, or she mistook it for something else. She simply nodded, accepting his words. She blushed brightly as well.

“If....Atsuko...starts...”, Mrs Momoyuki said, “Um...if Atsuko acts...different....could you please pretend not to notice. It could be...very embarrassing for her.”

“Huh....Okay...”, Andy said, feeling weird to be having this conversation.

She didn't seem remotely sceptical at all.

That really astonished him.

Andy dutifully saved the web-page and began printing it. The article was quite long. Much longer than his original hoax articles. Fortunately his printer was fast, and the 20-odd pages in total (printing two sets) was quickly done. Mrs Momoyuki took the pages with gratitude, and left.

Sometime later when Andy went downstairs to brush his teeth before going to bed, he saw Mrs Momoyuki reading the pages with such earnestness, it almost made him want to laugh.

He was disappointed that the other daughter was late coming home, and Atsuko seemed to be hiding in her room. He never saw her even once that night.
Ritsuko

Ritsuko had gone to a birthday party that night. She'd liked to dress sexy, unlike her more conservative younger sister, Ritsuko could afford to buy her own clothes now. Her pink miniskirt was half-thigh length, and she wore a skimpy white top that bared her mid-riff and navel. High-heeled white pumps and a pink handbag had completed her outfit for the party. She'd had a good time too, but had to go home alone.

Currently she didn't have a boyfriend.

It was on her way home that her cellphone rang a cute little tune that she'd received a text-message. At the time, she was on a crowded bus filled with late workers going home, none of them looking healthy, and some of the men were drunk. She had to stand up because nobody offered her a seat, and it was too packed with people anyway.

Holding tightly to the hanging strap, swaying as the bus moved, the young woman had some difficulty opening her handbag and getting out her pink cellphone. It was covered in little stickers of cute animals and love-hearts. Ritsuko opened it and read the message with some surprise.

Her old high-school, the same one where her younger sister was now enrolled, was in the news said the text-message from one of her friends. Ritsuko clicked on the _link_ and was soon reading a news web-site that listed Kita Girls High School as the main target of a North Korean genetically engineered virus – something that was called a memetic virus – and the virus had powerful psychological effects as well as physical ones. That scared her, and she worried about her younger sister. Following the _link_s from that web-page, Ritsuko's feelings swung back and forth between scepticism (a virus with erotic effects?) to increasing worry (already there were rumours and reports of victims), but she grew less and less sceptical as she found news reports and articles on web-sites all mentioning the Eroticon Virus and it's powerful effects on teenage girls and young women.

At 19 years old, Ritsuko knew she was well within the age-group that would be most affected. Her sister at the age of sixteen was at the optimum peak age of the virus' most extreme psychological symptoms. Like most people, Ritsuko hoped that she wouldn't be one of the victims, and she worried.

As she got off the bus at the train station, her cellphone rang again. This time it was her mother calling. Ritsuko guessed it was about the news and prepared to say some calming words of sympathy as she answered the phone call.

“Good evening, Mama”, she said.

“Ree-chan....something terrible has happened!”, Mama's voice exclaimed, sounding very upset.

Hairs stood up on the back of Ritsuko's neck at her mother's distressed voice.

“I heard the news about the school”, Ritsuko said, trying to stay calm, “About the virus attack. Is A-chan okay?”

Her mother's words in reply shocked her;

“Atsuko has the Eroticon Virus”, Mama told her, “She's been infected and...her symptoms....she can't wear panties, Ree-chan...she doesn't have any hair on her...pussy....they say that Atsuko is at stage-4 of the infection....and I think that I have it too. Please come home quickly. We need to talk about this.”

Stunned and feeling faint, Ritsuko asked, “Are you sure? Does she really have it?”

Ritsuko didn't want to believe it. There was still a trace of scepticism that such a virus could even exist outside of a hentai sex video.

“Yes....she really is infected”. Her mother told her, “It's very obvious with A-chan...one of her friends has it too. It's starting to affect me...I worry what to say to father when he returns home from Tokyo.”

“Oh, okay....I'm coming home now anyway”, Ritsuko said.

“Thank you Ree-chan, please hurry!”, her mother said, before hanging up.

Ritsuko started walking quickly to the train-station after that, but had just missed a train. So she had to wait on the platform for twenty minutes for the next one. It gave her time to think, and unfortunately also time to worry. She sent text-messages to all her friends passing on the _link_ about the virus, and soon was dealing with many replies. Other friends from her old high-school started to pass around _link_s to news-sites that mentioned anything at all about the virus, but mostly it was the same stuff being repeated. Sometimes it wasn't.

One text-message she received was;

'I heard about Atsuko's problem. I've got it too. Mother has been calling everyone past two hours. Seems everyone who had close contact with Atsuko has it now. Most girls showing symptoms of stage-1 or stage-2. - Michiko'

Ritsuko replied back, 'Please don't blame Atsuko. She is suffering too – Ritsuko'

Michiko's reply wasn't as short, 'I'm not blaming Atsuko. Nobody is. What I'm trying to say is, your mother has it, Atsuko has it. You probably are already infected too. Like me. It's VERY CONTAGIOUS'

Ritsuko read the reply and couldn't answer it for a long time. Michiko had a good point, she realised. As she thought about that, the young woman noticed that her pussy tingled at the idea. Her panties were already wet. With sudden realisation, Ritsuko knew that the virus was already affecting her. She was getting horny, and it was getting worse and hotter moment by moment.

Oh god, Ritsuko thought to herself, Michiko was right....I do have it!

She tried not to think about the growing urge to remove her panties. Like an idea that refused to go away, the need to take them off soon had Ritsuko fidgeting distractedly.

Michiko sent her another text-message;

'How are you feeling? I'm sorry if I upset you – Michiko'

Ritsuko thought about her answer before replying. The horniness had become very distracting in the last few minutes. It was really starting to hit her. She even had the strange compulsion to take off her panties, and that was getting to her most of all. Already they were noticeably wet at the crotch. The nineteen-year-old young woman knew that very soon...she'd be taking them off...and she didn't want to. Ritsuko started breathing rapidly, feeling very distracted, antsy, and trying not to think about removing her panties. They were getting so wet thinking about it!

She typed back and sent her reply, 'You were right. I have it too. It's just started making me feel that way now – Ritsuko'

The need to remove her underwear was starting to drive her nutty. She looked around the train platform, worried that she would soon be taking off her panties right there. The urge to take them off was making her fidgety, her hands kept moving towards her skirt hem as if soon she would be lifting the hem....lifting her skirt....and sliding her wet panties down her legs...

Ritsuko panted, feeling too hot, feverish, horny, and itching to remove her panties as soon as possible. Then the train arrived. She stepped into a carriage and was fortunate to find a seat. For a brief moment,. Ritsuko dared hope that the feeling would go away, but as soon as she sat down her hands were lifting up her skirt, then sliding her sodden panties down her long legs. Ritsuko leaned down to pick them up, but discovered that she couldn't touch them. It was as if her muscles refused to move. Now though, she started getting the urge to take off her bra too. For the next ten minutes she tried to resist, tried not to think about taking off her bra, but finally gave up and hurried to the toilet at the end of the carriage. As soon as she was inside the toilet cubicle and had locked the door, the young woman took off her top, unclipped her bra, and began getting the urge to shorten her skirt too.

“No...not that”, she protested to herself, at the crazy impulse to cut her skirt super-super-super short...short enough to be indecent...short enough to embarrass her...

Before she quite knew what she was doing, Ritsuko found herself stripping off the pink miniskirt revealing the soft fine pussy-hair she had only a little of – like her younger sister. Ritsuko tried to put her skirt back on, but her limbs would freeze up every time, and she stood there in the tiny toilet cubicle unable to get dressed properly.

“I must be going crazy”, she whispered to herself, “It's the virus....I know...”

With shaking and nervous hands, Ritsuko opened her handbag and took out the small scissors that she always kept in her make-up kit. She then used them to cut her lovely pink miniskirt to half it's length. The edge was as straight as she could manage with the tiny scissors. But when it came to trying to put the shortened skirt on, her limbs refused. Her pussy was now drenched, and trickles of wetness had started running down her inner thighs. Going out in such a short skirt was going to be so embarrassing, and it made her pussy tingle hotter to think of it...but her skirt still wasn't short enough. She cut it shorter, and had to cut it shorter still, until finally it became possible to wear it. The skirt was ridiculously, obscenely, humiliatingly so short that it barely covered her pussy...and now the urge to shave herself 'down-there' was becoming unbearable too.

Ritsuko didn't have anything to shave with, but used the tiny scissors to cut off as much of her pussy hair as she could. Not that she wanted to, but the compulsion to cut it all off was like sheer torture to resist. When the young woman stepped out of the toilet cubicle, it was just in time for her to get off as the train stopped at Kitamura Station.

Ritsuko ran up the stairs from the platform trying to hide her bottom with her handbag at the back, blushing furiously. Drunken salarimen called out in surprise, and there was the flash of a camera. At the top of the stairs, she looked around for the women's toilets and ran for them next, rushing in and going to the first available cubicle. Then she called home on her cellphone.

When Mama answered the phone, Ritsuko was close to bursting into tears.

“Mama”, she said, “Can you pick me up from the train station...I've been infected too. I'm desperate.”

“I'll be right there in ten minutes”, Mrs Momoyuki answered.

“Wait...Could you come and get me...I'm having a big problem”, Ritsuko pleaded and tried to explain, “I'm too embarrassed to go to the street alone...and I'm scared.”

“What's happened?”, Mrs Momoyuki asked, “And where are you now?”

“I....I had to....oh god....I think that I'm at stage-3 of the infection”, Ritsuko told her, unwilling to say out loud that she had no panties on, was so horny that she couldn't stand it, and had cut her own skirt ridiculously too short.

“I'm hiding in the women's toilets because I'm too embarrassed to come out”, Ritsuko added.

Her mother's voice was slow as she replied, “I understand....I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Then she hung up.

The ten minute wait until her mother arrived seemed like an eternity. But her voice calling out Ritsuko's name as she entered the women's toilets was the most welcome in the world right then. On the walk back to the car, Ritsuko stayed close to her mother, nervously looking around, worried that anyone she knew might see her and think that she was dressed like a hooker. Every breeze tickled her pussy and bottom under the shortened skirt, and she worried whether it even covered her bottom fully. She suspected that it didn't.

In the car, Mama explained that Atsuko was well into the later stages of the infection, showing all the symptoms of stage-4 and maybe worse. She told what she'd learnt, and gave Ritsuko the thick stapled bundle of printed web-pages about the Eroticon Virus. Ritsuko read through the article, and all the stages of the infection's increasing symptoms, and was glad that she wasn't already at stage-4 like Atsuko certainly was.

While she read, Mama also told her that the mothers of other students in Atsuko's class had said that their daughters were starting to show early symptoms of the virus too. It wasn't only Atsuko's class, but other classes as well. Not as much, but it would probably infect every girl in Kita Girls High School.

Hearing these things, Ritsuko asked, “Why haven't they closed the school? Has anyone asked the principal?”

Mrs Momoyuki shook her head, “No, no, that's the worst possible thing we can do...and the Education Ministry sent a letter about it. Read the last part on those pages, where it says stage-4, I think...or maybe stage-5...”

She continued in explanation, trying to make it clear, “The only way to stop the infection's symptoms becoming worse is....I know it sounds crazy.....the only way is by choosing the most infected teenage girl, and making sure that she's....sexually molested....as long as other girls are hearing her...orgasms...or smelling them....and making sure that she orgasms...it stops their own infections getting worse...The school has to stay open and the students have to go to school, so that they can...sexually molest...”, Mrs Momoyuki paused breathlessly, “So they can sexually molest...and fuck...Atsuko...they have to make her orgasm many, many times to stop their own infections becoming worse....that means you and I have to make her orgasm as well...when she's at home...especially you.”

“That's why the school has to stay open”, Mrs Momoyuki explained.

“But...why Atsuko?”, Ritsuko asked, “Why not someone else?”

Mrs Momoyuki sighed, then slowly answered, “Because Atsuko is already at stage-4, maybe stage-5....and nobody else in the whole school is worse than stage-3....Most of the girls who have been infected are still only in stage-1 or 2. Atsuko is the most infected, so only by making her orgasm as much as possible can everyone else's symptoms be kept from becoming worse.....and it'll help Atsuko too.”

Ritsuko didn't know what to say.

But I'm not a lesbian, she thought to herself....

...and recalled that the virus turned female victims into bisexuals...

Her pussy began to burn hot when Ritsuko thought about kissing and fucking her younger sister. She tried to ignore the idea, but the feeling that it was a lost cause and that soon she would be craving to make A-chan orgasm...or else suffer worse infection symptoms herself...made Ritsuko squirm with the need to do so.

As soon as they arrived home,. Ritsuko rushed into the bathroom for a shower. Shaving her pussy nice and smooth just seemed unavoidable, so she did it anyway.