Story by; Lovelynice

Author's Note: This story is sexually explicit and is not suitable for minors. If you can’t accept the concepts in this story or are offended by them, or lack the mental maturity to be polite in your comments to me about this story…Well, stop reading immediately and go somewhere else. This is a work of fiction, and all characters are _base_d on ones created in the author's mind. This story is not to be posted or duplicated without the author's expressed permission and this notice posted with it.




Part One

“See you later”, Andy said to his friends as he stepped off the bus.

Hideki and Takayuki waved backed with cheerful mispronunciation, “She you”.

They still couldn't get the “S” sound quite right.

Andy smiled, and then started walking home as the bus pulled away from the kerb. His temporary home for another six months anyway. Andy was in Japan, and he was living with a Japanese family as an exchange student. It still amazed him that he'd gotten the chance to live in Japan for a year. It was even better that the Momoyuki family had two sexy daughters, Atsuko and Ritsuko.

Andy had jerked-off on fantasies about the two girls, especially the younger one, Atsuko, almost every night for months.

It was only two blocks to walk to the small house, but it turned into an enjoyable walk home that day as up ahead of him most of the way, there was a small group cute high-school girls. They all wore the common fashion of short skirts and big white socks. Andy kept wishing that the wind would blow so he'd get a glimpse of their panties. He wished that sexy Atsuko would wear really short skirts too, but she never did. She always wore the required exact regulation length black pleated skirt; the hem went down to just below her knees. All of her cute friends who sometimes visited were equally as conservative.

I wish that there was some way to convince them to dress sexier, Andy thought.

He thought that a lot. Especially about Atsuko Momoyuki.
Atsuko

Atsuko wiped back her shoulder-length black hair, and stepped out of the shower. She was nude of course, if anyone had been able to see her, they would have noticed that she had only a little hair "down there". Her pussy hairs were fine and soft. She had much less than most girls her age, as Atsuko had discovered in the communal showers at high-school. Her breasts were nicely pear shaped, perty tipped in the cool air, but Atsuko was disappointed in their size as she was only a small B-cup, and most of her friends were properly full B-cup or even C-cup.

She dried herself, and wrapped the fluffy white towel around herself before hurrying to her bedroom. Atsuko didn't own any bathrobes, as her mother didn't like to waste money on anything that might be considered frivolous expenses. Atsuko hurried because it was getting chilly already. It was November, late autumn in Chukyo City and it became cold quickly in the afternoons.

In her bedroom, the attractive teenage Japanese girl pulled on clean white cotton panties up her long legs, put on a pink brassiere, and began brushing her shoulder-length hair. In the mirror as she looked at herself, Atsuko realized that like everyone had often said, she really was very attractive. All her friends seemed to have boyfriends, yet for some reason Atsuko still didn’t have a boyfriend. She hadn’t even gone as far as dating any guys, because her parents were so strict & conservative.

She dressed again in a fresh clean white blouse and black pleated skirt, then put on a cream-coloured sweater. The sweater was oversized, as was the fashion at her school. Then Atsuko put on big white socks as well. She was dressed once again in school uniform. Atsuko had only come home to get changed because another girl had “accidentally” spilt orange-juice all over her skirt and blouse.

Then Atsuko went downstairs.

Mama was in the living room, watching the TV, catching-up on the latest news. She looked up as Atsuko came into the room.

"Good morning", she said, "You've already missed your father."

"Where's he gone this time?", Atsuko asked her, yawning and stretching again, still not quite awake.

Mama raised her eyebrows.

“Well, while you were at school, your father had to leave this afternoon for a trip to Tokyo", she replied in her kindly voice, "I don’t know if it’s related, but it’s all over the news that a North Korean ship was captured last night while it was on some kind of spying mission in Japanese waters. The Maritime Self-Defence Force captured it largely intact, but all the crew were dead. They'd killed themselves."

Atsuko nodded. She didn’t know exactly what her Papa did, but she knew he was very senior in the military administration. It seemed that every time that something big got into the news, Papa had to go visit some far away place in a hurry.

Checking her cellphone for text-messages as she sat down on the sofa, Atsuko read her received messages and learned that her best friend, "Kumiko" had called. Atsuko sent a text-message back and for a few minutes, they had a short chat by text about their activities of the night before. Atsuko learned that their friend, "Rie", was coming around to Kumiko's later that day, and Kumiko was inviting her to visit as well. They could have dinner together. Atsuko agreed.

"Mama?", Atsuko said, "Do you mind if I go out?"

Mama barely glanced away from the TV as she mumbled a reply, "Yeah fine A-chan, when will you be back?"

"Oh I'm only going to a friend's place", Atsuko told her, "Kumiko invited me over. I'll try to be home before six."

"That's okay...", she said without looking up this time, “I like Kumiko…She’s a nice girl.”

Atsuko ran back upstairs to her room to collect her favourite handbag, and grabbed a couple of small wrapped presents which she'd already prepared for Kumiko and Rie a few days before.

Rushing downstairs again, she called out, "I'm going out now...see you tonight...I'll give you a call when I get there."

At the front door, she put on her black shoes, opening the door and at the same time picking up an umbrella.

"Bye!", she called out, "I'll be back before seven at the latest!"

She heard a muffled goodbye from the living room, and then Atsuko was out and closing the door. Atsuko often found herself repeating everything she said to her Mama, worried that her mother wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. Mama was nearly always watching the TV.

As Atsuko walked to the front gate, she saw the foreign exchange student, Andrew, walking up the narrow street. She waved to him, but didn't wait around to speak with him. It wasn't that Atsuko didn't like him, but he was a gaijin, and spoke English, and always seemed too shy as well. Atsuko was shy too, but although she liked Andi-chan, there was no way that she'd get too friendly with him. He might get the wrong idea. So she just smiled, then hurried away to her friend's house. The cool air made her sneeze, and her throat tickled.

Atsuko hoped that it wasn't the first signs of a cold.
Andy

He was happy to see Atsuko, but disappointed that she was obviously leaving the house to go elsewhere. Andy would've liked to see her a lot more, but the sexy sixteen-year-old Japanese girl was always going out somewhere. He sometimes wondered if she was deliberately avoiding him. He watched as the high-school girl ran across the street, sneezing a few times as she walked up the road before going out of sight around the next intersection.

It looked like Atsuko had a cold, Andy figured.

As usual, when he entered the house, he called out “Tadaima” (basically, “I'm back” in Japanese) to Mrs Momoyuki (Atsuko's mother) then went upstairs to his room. The first thing he did then was turn on his computer, slump down on his chair and check the latest erotic stories on a couple of his favourite websites. These would give the teenager some fantasies for masturbation about the two sexy daughters of the Japanese family that he lived with, sometimes he even had fantasies about their sexy mother, and the cute girls that he saw at school every day. He had a few hentai videos too, downloaded with a P2P program, and sometimes Andy would watch those too and fantasize about Atsuko and her older sister Ritsuko.

After jerking off, wiping up the mess with a tissue afterwards, Andy then checked a few news sites. The big story on Japanese news was about the North Korean spy-ship that had been captured by the Japanese Maritime Self-Defence Force. According to some of the suppositions about it's possible missions, he read that it could've been part of another kidnapping of Japanese (there'd been a lot of stuff about that in the Japanese media, Andy had noticed when he first arrived in Japan). Another rumour was that since there were no Japanese on-board, and the minisub that the vessel had come equipped with had lots of medical equipment inside, that possibly the ship's mission was more nefarious; with hints of biowarfare viruses and maybe a North Korean terrorist plot as a “test” against Japan.

One news article mentioned that even just spreading a genetically engineered flu virus that didn't kill, but made people so ill that they couldn't work could cause a lot of harm to the Japanese economy.

Andy was curious about that idea, so he used Google and Turbo search engines to search the web for similar articles, mentioning “virus”, “genetically engineered”, “terrorism”, and “Japan”. On one of those searches he was surprised to see it _link_ed to a story on an erotic mind-control story site. Andy read the story with interest...

About an hour later, the teenage boy went back to checking the Japanese news and came across an article about a hoax that some hacker had done with a copy of a Yahoo News site. This hacker's fake news site claimed that China had invaded the Japanese island of Okinawa, but it was all just one big hoax. The guy had some balls, and apparently made his copy site look so real that many people actually believed it. He'd included _link_s to a Japanese news site to back it up too.

Thinking about the North Korean spy-ship, the fake Yahoo News site, and the story about an erotic virus gave Andy a crazy idea. It was a really, unbelievably crazy idea...but what if it worked? What if he could seriously convince Atsuko that she didn't just have a cold but had a virus that was going to make her horny all the time? Could he con her? It could be fun to try even if it only worked until she checked the news on TV and found out it was all just a joke.

The idea sounded like so much fun that Andy immediately scribbled down some ideas and then started working on creating a website, signing onto one of those free ones that were supported by advertising. He was smart, making sure to use proxy servers and fake email addresses through a long chain. He already had a wireless modem and a dynamic IP address. He wasn't intending to con everyone, just Atsuko and maybe her friends, but he also wanted to make it as real looking as possible. He also didn't want to get in trouble if something went wrong. Making the site was quick, mostly cut & paste with copying of legitimate news sites. After he finished, Andy translated the English pages into Japanese, then edited them with more cut & paste, hoping that with help of a translation program and his own growing fluency in Japanese that it was good enough to be convincing. He also made sure that the web-pages looked right on a cellphone's small screen with an Internet connection. By six P.M, Andy was finished. He still had homework to do, but he spent another thirty minutes printing the Japanese web-pages, and sending emails from one of his anonymous email addresses to the cellphone email addresses of some of Atsuko's friends and to Atsuko as well. All with _link_s to the fake news site that he'd set up.

Finally Andy finished, grinned at what he'd created, and went downstairs to have dinner. Mrs Momoyuki had been calling him for the past five minutes already. Andy made sure to 'accidentally' drop a couple of the web-page print outs on the stairs for Atsuko to find later on.
Atsuko

All three girls were having a good time giggling, chatting about the silly antics of the day, and the rumours they'd heard at school when Kumiko's cellphone sang it's little tune. Kumiko checked the text-message and with a worried _expression_ and before even checking the _link_ that it referred to, she said, “Hey, look at this!”

Atsuko and Rie both leaned over to see what their friend was talking about, and all three girls formed a cluster about the displayed cellphone's little LCD screen. It said in Japanese characters;

North Korean spy ship carried strange sex virus – this is real news – check this _link_.

“Click the _link_”, Rie said.

“It's probably a joke”, Atsuko commented.

“Well, look anyway, it could be something funny”, said Rie.

Kumiko clicked the _link_, and a few seconds later came up the web-page for JT, one of Japan's most respected newspapers. The article had pictures of the North Korean spy-ship, and didn't say exactly what the virus did, only that it mainly affected teenage girls and young women. It was claimed that there were research papers on-board the spy-ship that explained that the virus symptoms started just like a mild flu, with sneezing, coughing, and a fever, but teenage girls and young women would suffer other erotic symptoms. It _link_ed to other articles, but stated that details of the virus' effects were unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18. This last bit made the girls much more curious.

Kumiko clicked one of the other _link_s at Rie's urging, and then she started reading out loud from the MDN news site page...

“....the virus has been called a genetically engineered nanotech memetic virus....it appears to be designed to cause not only economic problems but also social problems, as it's main target was Japanese high-school girls...one of the symptoms that is mostly disturbing is that it causes the victim to feel extremely aroused in a purely sexual way...”

“Is this real?”, Atsuko asked, “It can't be real, can it be?”

Rie said, “It looks real to me...it's Mainichi Shimbun website!”

Kumiko continued reading, skipping the boring bits and reading out only the interesting ones.

“...The virus is supposed to make teenage girls incredibly horny, resulting in expected social problems in Japanese society....The Ministry of Health has decided to classify the real symptoms as secret, with officials expressing worry about the response of people if they discovered that the virus was more than just temporary, and that it has powerful mental effects...”, Kumiko read, then commented, “I think it's real!”

“What kind of mental effects?”, Atsuko asked with intense worry, “And has it spread here yet? Have there been any cases?”

Kumiko nodded, then kept reading out loud, “It doesn't say here, but there's another _link_ to a different site. Oh, and it says so far there haven't been any cases of people being infected officially, but in the cities of Oba and Chukyo City, a few doctors have reported similar symptoms among teenage girls . They fear that a viral infection with mild flu-like symptoms that has been spreading at a few high-schools is actually the EV virus....they name our school!”

“What?”, Atsuko exclaimed.

Kumiko said, “They named our school as one of the high-schools where girls may have been infected already! It says here...according to documents and maps found on the North Korean spy-ship, Kita Girls High School in Chukyo City was the first place where the North Korean scientists had released the EV virus!”

“That's our school!”, Rie and Atsuko exclaimed in shock, “What does it do? Is it dangerous? Are they going to close the school?”

Unsaid was the question, does this mean we get to have a day off?

Kumiko shook her head, then told her friends, “No, they decided to not close the school...I can't believe this...they really should. It says...the Ministry of Health and the Ministry of Education have decided not to release to the public too many details about the virus at this time, and to avoid a panic will not be closing any schools at this time until it can be investigated further. According to an official spokesman, 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.”

Atsuko coughed then, as her throat tickled.

The others looked at her oddly, and she blushed.

“I'm sure that I don't have it”, Atsuko said, feeling her face grow hot.

Rie and Kumiko looked at very strangely, not as if they quite believed her.

“Honest!”, Atsuko insisted, blushing hotter.

She felt a weird tingling 'down-there' at the same time, and that only made her blush even more brightly.

“Okay, we'll...try...to believe you!”, Kumiko replied, sparking giggles from Rie.

Atsuko squirmed, still blushing uncontrollably, and noticing the heat elsewhere, between her thighs was hotter too. That worried her, but she tried to tell herself that it was nothing really. Blushing and nervous, she wiggled a bit where she sat, but her two friends noticed. Their _expression_s made it obvious that they suspected she really did have the virus.

“Um...”, Atsuko asked, feeling very hot and flushed, “What else does the virus do? You said there were other symptoms?”

Kumiko and Rie looked knowingly at each other, really hamming it up, and Rie giggled again.

“Okay, I'll check”, Kumiko said, clicking on the _link_.

The page stated that the reader must be 18 years old or older to read the next web-page. To make things more difficult, it required a Japanese driver's license number. Kumiko swore.

“Don't worry”, Rie commented, “We can use my father's....I remember the number.”

She told Kumiko the number, and soon they were onto the next web-page. It looked like an official Japanese government web-site, and had a big warning sign.

Kumiko started reading through the article and said, “It's mostly boring medical details, but it says the first symptoms in stage-1 are similar to a mild cold....sneezing mostly and a mild fever. About an hour later, it goes into stage-2, and the female victim begins blushing a lot more often, begins to feel sexually aroused, and her vagina becomes wetter than normal...”

With this, Rie and Kumiko glanced meaningfully at Atsuko, and this made Atsuko blush again. She didn't know why, but for some reason she was sure that her panties were getting wetter. Atsuko really did feel hotter between her thighs, and her nipples were starting to get hard and sensitive too. She tried to ignore the feelings as just being her imagination.

Kumiko read further, “...the Eroticon Virus begins to have it's powerful psychological effects in stage-3, while the female victim becomes increasingly sexually aroused, and her vagina much wetter than usual. There are further studies being done about the full psychological effects as this part of the North Korean research documents have not yet been fully translated. What is known now is that teenage girls who have been infected become very shy, while at the same time flirting unconsciously, and they also become increasingly bi-sexual in their sexual interests...they begin to be attracted to females as well as males, They also have a strong compulsion to remove their underwear...especially panties...as soon as possible. They begin to wear shorter skirts, as short as possible, not because they want to do these things but because the...memetic....effects of the virus force them to. They also suddenly need to start shaving their pubic hair off, between their legs as well, but eventually their body hair stops growing....They find it increasingly impossible to keep their legs closed, and by the end of stage-3 will be flirting without wanting to nearly all the time, even in the words that they say, while at the same time becoming very embarrassed and more shy...”

Rie commented, “So, Atsuko, are you still wearing panties?”

“Of course I am!”, Atsuko exclaimed, but she suddenly had the strong compulsion to take them off. It was a really strong feeling, and she was getting wetter too. Atsuko blushed again. Without being aware of it, when she sat up to a kneeling position in an effort to avoid noticing her own wet panties, she had her knees parted wider.

Kumiko noticed very keenly how her friend was acting but decided to read a bit more of the official government web-page instead.

“The stage-4 effects of the virus are the most amazing...the female victim's breasts begin growing larger, her waist more narrow, her legs longer...and her whole body starts to become sexier, as the virus affects changes in her hormonal system. All of her body hair from the neck down disappears, falling out, and never grows back again, but the head hair starts growing longer very fast too....”

“In stage-4, the typical teenage girls will find it impossible to wear panties or bras, or any other underwear. She will still want to, but powerful mental effects of the virus make it impossible for her put on any underwear, and any that she is wearing she must remove as soon as possible. The only skirts that she can wear must be the shortest and most revealing. She will also become sexually aroused to the point of it being intolerable, and her vagina stays wet enough that it will drip constantly. By this time, she will be fully bi-sexual in outlook, yet so embarrassed and shy that she will be unwilling to do anything about it on her own initiative. Every sensation will be sexual, magnified to the extreme...female victims may occasionally orgasm spontaneously just from a breeze.....”

“Wow!”, commented Rie.

Kumiko read more, “...female victims in stage-4 also become very attractive to other girls, even uninfected girls, inspiring impulsive sexual touching by the other girls who feel the desire to touch the infected girl in sexual ways...if they too become infected, they also have the powerful compulsion to sexually molest the most obviously Eroticon Virus affected girl in their presence, and by their own stage-2 gain the intense desire to make this girl orgasm repeatedly as many times as possible....”

Atsuko felt herself becoming feverishly hotter between her thighs and in her nipples as she heard this. Worse, the need to remove her panties, and her bra, was becoming unbearable. Her panties were soaked anyway. She had the growing certainty that the virus had infected her, and this worried her a lot. She didn't want to admit it though.

Rie asked, “Atsuko, are you sure that you're okay?”

Atsuko blushed, shaking her head wanting to deny her worries and how she was feeling. She was getting so hot 'down-there', she really was beginning to worry.....whether it was only her imagination or not, but the need to take off her panties, and how wet she was...were getting to her.

Rie asked Kumiko, “Does that article mean that we'll start wanting to touch an infected girl? Can it really makes us want to do that?”

Kumiko nodded, answering with a little blush, “Yes....who...who-ever is the most infected girl, all the other girls will want to touch her...and if they're infected too, and she's the most infected, the other girls will want to keep doing sex things to her, make her...orgasm...a lot.”

Kumiko blushed too, and she looked at Atsuko up and down, then at Rie.

“It...doesn't...um...doesn't really say that...does it?”, Atsuko asked, not wanting to believe it. She hoped that Kumiko was joking. Atsuko was feeling hot, and sneezed again. She was perspiring and panting too.

Kumiko was looking worried too as she noticed how Atsuko was behaving.

“It says....”. Kumiko said, “The other girls can't help it...especially if they're infected too...”

She squirmed uncomfortably as well, and blushed. Rie giggled again, but she was also blushing as she glanced at Atsuko. Rie's eyes momentarily stayed a little longer looking at Atsuko's chest and at the place between Atsuko's thighs that was hidden by the knee-length skirt.

Kumiko added, “It still gets worse, but only in hints....the article keeps saying that not all of the North Korean spy-ship documents have been translated yet. It also says that in stage-4 the female victim finds it is impossible for her to physically resist any sexual molesting...she can even be raped but won't be able resist except by words, and her voice becomes softer and sexier...”

“By the end of stage-4, the teenage girl can still wear a super-short skirt, but only if it's short enough that her pussy can actually be easily seen... Oh, how embarrassing!.... It says that in stage-5, the female victim's breasts keep growing fast and she becomes wider-hipped and longer-legged...despite shrinking slightly in overall body height and size...changing into a more beautiful version of herself... very cute and sexier....also other infected victims...male and female...even the infected girl's parents.....won't let the most infected girl to wear any skirts or anything else that hides her genitals and bottom, and all other infected women will want to sexually molest her...and make sure that she has orgasms as much as possible....”

“Are they really sure about that?”, Rie asked.

“That's what it says here...”, Kumiko said, “But it also says, that among the infected female victims, if they pick one girl as the target for most sex and orgasms among all those that they know....only she will reach the virus' stage-6...and the others will stop their infection getting worse...stopping at an earlier stage, like stage-4...that's not so bad....well it's bad but not as bad...”

“Is there a cure?”, Atsuko asked.

She was clenching her small hands into fists as she clutched at her skirt's fabric. The teenage girl was also trying very hard not to suddenly take off her panties, and couldn't understand the compulsion. By now, Atsuko was nearly certain that she really was infected. She hoped that she didn't reach stage-3, let alone stage-6.

“There is no cure”, Kumiko said, “For the stage-6 girl, for any infected girl who reaches stage-6, the infection's changes on her are permanent. It says here that the government has teams of scientists already trying to find a cure, and they've asked the North Korean government about it as well....wow...it says here that in stage-6, the female victim...”

Just then Kumiko's bedroom door opened, and her mother entered.

“Kumi-chan, it's nearly seven”, the mother said, “I think that Rie and Atsuko should go home as it's getting late and their parents will be worried.”

“Oh...yes, Mama”, Kumiko said and stood up.

The girls started heading towards the door, and as they did, Atsuko felt a hand caress her backside through the fabric of her skirt. It nearly made her jump in surprise. When she looked around at who did it, Rie blushed guiltily and looked away.

“Sorry...I don't know why I did that”, Rie whispered.
Andy

After dinner, Andy went straight back upstairs to his bedroom. Then he checked his email on his PC. There was a message from one of his school friends. To Andy's surprise, it was about the sex virus. Word got around fast. Warily, he opened the email.

'Andrew-kun big story look at this _link_. Its about virus on North Korean ship that makes girls want sex. Maybe soon get girl want to fuck, sa? - Yusuke'

Andy clicked the _link_ expecting to see the fake news-site that he'd set up. Instead, it was a radio-station's new-site that he'd never heard of before. They cited excerpts from Andy's fake 'official government site', but with some embellishments that Andy hadn't thought of. A chill went up Andy's spine, as he realised that somebody would come looking for who set up the fake sites. He quickly got back online and deleted the web-pages, modifying the original one to point to a real Health Ministry web-site, but to a page that didn't exist. It would come up with an error message instead. He wasn't willing just yet to delete the original page, but decided to put a _link_ on it to the radio-station's web-site. If anyone came looking for him, Andy figured he might try the ruse that he was only repeating what the radio-station's web-site said. This way also, he could make sure that Atsuko had time to see the web-page about the virus. Just in case she hadn't seen it yet.

Feeling a little safer, Andy began doing his homework assignments. About twenty minutes later, he heard the light steps of Atsuko going up the stairs. She paused for a moment and Andy heard the rustling of paper. There was a shocked gasp, then for a long moment nothing. The footsteps started again, as Atsuko went into the girls bedroom that she shared with her older sister, Ritsuko. Andy listened intently, wondering what her reaction would be, but eventually gave up and went back to doing his homework.
Atsuko

As she walked home in the dark, Atsuko became increasingly worried that she must've caught the virus. Thoughts of being groped and touched in sexy ways by her girl friends, and not being able to wear panties, were making her very antsy. Her panties were soaked, and she could barely concentrate as little triggers of lustful fire kept darting at her clit and nipples, burning hotter inside. She kept her fists tightly clenched, feeling as if she needed all her effort of willpower to stop herself from removing her panties right there and then in the middle of the street.

I've got the virus, Atsuko thought, I know that I have....oh....it's too much!

Half-way home, her cellphone started playing a little happy tune, so she took it out of her handbag and read the text-message.

'Read this – it's important – from Mariko'

Atsuko clicked the _link_ and saw it was a web-page on a radio-station's news-site, Mostly it said the same things she'd already heard about the sex virus, but claimed it was the latest update. Reading the article as she stood in the cold night on an empty street, Atsuko's pussy grew wetter and she blushed in shame in response.

The news article stated with authority that this bioweapon, the Eroticon Virus, turned teenage girls into beautiful nymphos who needed sex all the time. It said parents of known victims would be informed that it was necessary for the girls to go without skirts or pants, and maybe even without clothing at all in the extreme cases. Education Ministry officials had decided that skirt length regulations would be relaxed in their enforcement from tomorrow, with no minimal length rules enforced for any known female victims. Affected schools would be informed to abide by this rule, including commercial institutions. The full extent and symptoms of the virus were still secret, and the official Health Ministry web-page on the Eroticon Virus had been removed. It said 'The government is trying to keep it secret from the public, but we have learned that Kita Girls High School was the main target of the viral attack.'

Atsuko read this last part and realised that she was doomed,

Oh no!, she thought, I do have the virus...and I'm already getting worse...

She had a sneezing fit and shivered in the cold, and began reaching her hands up her skirt, lifting the hem...

What am I doing?

Oh no, I'm about to take my panties off!

She tried to fight it, but the urge grew too strong. Atsuko lifted her skirt again, and feeling as if her hands were on remote control, she slowly pulled her white cotton knickers down her thighs. Her pussy hot and begging to be touched, as she slid her panties down past her knees, sliding them down over her calves to her ankles. She kicked them off her feet and stepped away. She wanted to pick them up too, but felt frozen.

The virus won't let me wear panties, she thought, knowing it was true...believing it without doubt that she was showing all the symptoms. She had to take off her bra next, but Atsuko fought the compulsion as she walked the rest of the way home. She left her panties lying on the ground in the street. Delicious wetness started trickling down the upper-most part of her inner thighs and embarrassing her further.

Atsuko felt that her bra was too tight and it made her itch. Her skirt felt too long.

Just outside her family's house, her cellphone rang it's little tune again. She opened it to see a text-message from Kumiko...

'Your mother called. Are you okay? She said that you hadn't come home yet. Signed Kumiko'

Atsuko typed and sent back, 'I'm okay. I think that I have the virus. I'm worried.'

Kumiko's reply was quick.

'Rie and me suspected it. How bad is it?'

Atsuko blushed, not sure what to answer, then decided to tell the truth. Kumiko was one of her best friends. It was so embarrassing though.

She typed, 'I took my panties off in the street even while trying to stop myself . I couldn't stop. I'm horny like mad. Very wet. It's making me very embarrassed.'

This time Kumiko replied slowly. It was almost a minute before the text-message was sent in reply, and Atsuko had started to get her house-keys out to open the door. The message from Kumiko said;

'I think that you should go to hospital, but then I think you should not. They don't have cure anyway. Too embarrassing. I have to go. Chat later'

Atsuko finally opened the door and went into the house, saying “Tadaima!”

Her mother came out to the genkan to greet her, and looked very worried.

“Are you alright, A-chan?”, Mama asked.

Atsuko was blushing, but said, “Yes, I'm fine.”

Her mother looked her up and down as if unsure, then said, “Be careful coming home so late. Have you eaten dinner?”

“Yes Mama”, Atsuko answered, “At Kumiko's house...I was thinking about taking a shower.”

“That's a good idea, but there's no hot bath tonight”, Mama said, “I called Kumiko's mother, and they said you were feeling ill. Are you definitely alright?”

Atsuko blushed hot, and nodded. She didn't want her mother to know what was wrong with her. If she had the virus, maybe she could hide it. It just was too embarrassing and shameful to admit to feeling horny, and not wearing any panties. Maybe her mother didn't need to know.

Her mother coughed a little.

“You better have your shower then”, Mama told her, “and don't forget to do your studies.”

Atsuko nodded agreement then went upstairs. On the stairs she spotted a couple of printed pages, one with a picture on it. They were in English, and looked like news articles. Andrew must have dropped them by accident on the stairs. Atsuko picked them up and read one of them in curiosity. She gasped out loud when she saw that they were more news articles about the Eroticon Virus. The symptoms described were the same, but these pages looked like they were from the BBC and CNN.

Reading the articles more intently now, she was acutely aware of the heat between her thighs, and her lack of panties. Atsuko also became more convinced that she was infected. If she had any slight doubts before about this, they were gone after seeing those two news articles. She wished that she could read them better, but her English wasn't so good. Atsuko was better at English than most of her friends, because she'd had more practice talking to the foreign home-stay students that her family had often accepted, but Atsuko wasn't confident in her ability.

She sneezed again, and felt slightly feverish. This for some reason triggered more heat in her young pussy as well. Atsuko went into her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. There was a visible wet stain on the back of her black skirt that made her worry that her mother might see it. She then took off her sweater and blouse, and Atsuko was actually relieved when she removed her bra. The need to take the bra off too had been so insistent it had been making her feel as if she going to go crazy.

Her cellphone's ringing told her of another message, so Atsuko picked it up - but she read the text with trepidation.

It was from one of her classmates;

'Kumiko said that you have EV? The virus? Is it true? - Mayumi'

Mayumi was another one of Atsuko's clique of friends, and she didn't want to lie to her.

Atsuko typed back, 'I think so. I haven't been to a hospital. Too embarrassed. I think that I have it bad. - Atsuko'

Mayumi's reply was fast.

'You need to be sure. How do you feel? Can you wear panties? - Mayumi'

Atsuko typed back, 'I had to take them off. In the street. I couldn't stop myself. Now, I am very wet. Hot. Otherwise feel fever like flu.'

Mayumi sent back, 'Can you put on panties now? Try.'

Atsuko put the cellphone down on her bed and went to her wardrobe. She picked one of her cutest panties, pink ones with little flowers on them. Then she tried to put them on. For some reason she already knew it was impossible. Her feet refused to cooperate. She felt frozen. Stuck. Trying to put panties on was impossible. Atsuko grew wetter inside at the thought. She kept trying to put the panties on, but her hands refused to move. This convinced her even more that it was impossible. She tried to put a bra on then. That was impossible too. Atsuko was half panicking, but at the same time she was ashamed to realise that her pussy was growing wetter and hotter as it became clear that she wouldn't be able put any panties on!

Finally the teenager gave up and went back to her cellphone and typed.

'I can't wear panties. I can't wear bras. I tried and tried just then. Impossible to put them on now. I'm scared, but I'm horny. Too much. Getting worse. - Atsuko'

Mayumi replied by text, 'Wow. I think you are in stage-4 already. I just checked a news website. Do you feel any need to shave there? - Mayumi'

Now that Mayumi had mentioned it, Atsuko did feel the need to shave herself 'down-there'. That's why she wanted to take a shower, she realised. The sudden need to shave her pussy until it was completely hairless and smooth hit so hard then that Atsuko groaned. It also made her even hornier. Her inner muscles spasmed inside, and she felt juices leak down her inner thighs.

Trying to concentrate on something else, Atsuko replied back by text, 'Yes. Too much. Like I have to do it right now! The hot sex need is too much too. Help. - Atsuko'

Her cellphone rang again with Mayumi's reply.

'You better cut one of your skirts shorter tonight otherwise tomorrow you won't able to wear any. They have to be super-short. - Mayumi'

Atsuko replied, 'I can't wear skirts like that. I won't be wearing panties. It will be too embarrassing. - Atsuko'

Mayumi sent back too fast.

'If you don't cut them super-short tonight, you will have to do it in the morning anyway. Only one skirt cut short should be enough. Otherwise you won't be able to put them on. My mother is calling, so I have to to go – Mayumi'

Atsuko sent back a quick, 'Ciao' and then remembered that she was still naked. She glanced down at the fine soft hairs of her pussy and the urge to shave herself smooth kept beating at her.

It's the virus, she tried to tell herself, it's not me....it wants me to shave my pussy...

She was getting unbearably horny too. Too hot inside. Too wet. Atsuko sneezed again and her throat tickled more, suddenly making her cough. She was scared about what the next day would bring.

I better go downstairs to the shower.

Atsuko found a simple white & pink T-shirt to wear, but felt a mental block about wearing pants. She chose one of her tracksuit pants to wear but her muscles just froze when she tried to wear them. She couldn't make herself put them on. Atsuko lifted one foot, but stopped; her foot wouldn't go in the hole. The virus, she realised, wouldn't let her wear pants of any kind. It was so frustrating!

She didn't know what to do. So Atsuko picked up her cellphone and sent a text-message to Kumiko.

'Help. I need your advice. I can't wear pants either. Mayumi thinks I'm already at stage-4 of the infection. What can I wear? Please help! - Atsuko'

While she was waiting for a reply, Atsuko worried, thinking over and over again about the problems she was going to have. Mayumi was right, she realised, I should cut one of my skirts short so that I can wear it...Otherwise I might not be able to wear any skirts at all.

She went to her wardrobe and looked inside, but knew it was in vain. She didn't have any really short skirts. Atsuko's parents had always been conservative, and so were her friends. She'd never bought sexy short skirts before. Just on the off chance, half expecting it might not work, Atsuko picked up the black school uniform skirt that she had be wearing already that afternoon. When she tried to put it on, it was like fighting her own muscles. It became harder and harder even as she seemed almost to be able to lift one foot to try and put the skirt on. Her efforts were interrupted by the cellphone ringing it's happy tune.

Atsuko picked it up and read the text-message. It was just like the one that Kumiko had originally received, but from another one of their friends. Word about the virus was getting around fast. Atsuko quickly replied, 'I know. Ask Mayumi, Kumiko, and Rie about it. They can tell you. - Atsuko'

The heat in her feminine centre was getting worse by the hour, maybe even by the minute. The thoughts kept going around in her head, worries about the next day. Would she be able to go to school? If she did, what would she be able to wear? Atsuko had no doubts whatsoever now that she'd been infected. Mayumi was probably right, and she was already at stage-4. Her pussy hair itched, and she knew that she had to shave it all off. She didn't want to.

Suddenly her cellphone rang again, and this time the text-message was from Kumiko.

'Mayumi said that you're already at stage-4. Is that right? If it is, then the only skirts that you can wear must be super-short – Kumiko'

Atsuko sat down on the edge of her bed, her wet pussy rubbing against the sheets and setting off all sorts of nice feelings. She typed back...

'How short do you mean by super-short?'

Kumiko took awhile to reply, but her message was brief.

'I tried to find out on the Internet. Check this _link_. Shorter than what they're wearing.'

Atsuko clicked on the _link_, and it went to a web-page of an English-language news-site. She thought it looked like someone's blog, but it was well written and had lots of news _link_s. Clicking on one the _link_s took her to another copy of the radio-station's web-page but with pictures of Japanese high-school girls from some hentai cartoon. Underneath, it said, “According to Japanese Health Ministry officials, teenage girls affected by stage-4 of the EV infection will be wearing skirts a lot shorter than these.”

Atsuko thought that it was overly-imaginative but she read the rest of the page, at least the parts that she could understand. Nowhere could she discover how short her skirts would have to be. What she could read only worried her. Very clearly on the page though were de_script_ions of each stage of the virus' claimed effects. They emphasized that the only skirts the infected girls at stage-4 could wear would be short enough to be revealing, and Atsuko worried about what that meant. Stage-5 and 6 were worse.

Atsuko stood up and looked through her wardrobe for one of her oldest school skirts. One was looking thread-bare and ragged around the hem, as well as faded, so she chose it. Getting some scissors, she cut off a quarter of it's length. Then she tried to put it on. To her disappointment that wasn't enough. She still wasn't able to wear it, so Atsuko cut the skirt shorter still. She did this again and again, several times trying to put it on and each time discovering it wasn't short enough. As the skirt was shortened to the point of being scandalous, her pussy grew hotter and wetter, and Atsuko was wriggling uncomfortably. The heat inside was too great, and she felt very feverish. Almost delirious by the time the skirt's length had been shortened to less than 30cm long. That to her annoyance and frustration wasn't short enough for her to wear it. Her limbs refused to cooperate in putting the tiny skirt on, but by this time, cutting it shorter became a habit. The teenage girl cut the pleated black skirt shorter by several more centimetres, and tried again to put it on.

After that, the skirt was so short it looked as if it would barely hide anything at all, and if she bent over surely everything would be seen. Atsuko was beginning to feel humiliated, on the verge of tears, and hotter than ever inside. She paused, not sure whether to give up or keep going, but decided on the later. Cautiously as the skirt was now incredibly short, she cut off the hem all around another two centimetres higher. Then she had to do it again. Then again. On that last time, the skirt seeming to be not more than a ribbon, she was able to put it on.

The hem was so high that slightest breeze would've revealed her pussy to the world.

Maybe, Atsuko hoped, This is only for inside the house....not outside. Outside might be a longer length.

Before she lost her resolve, the teenage girl opened her bedroom door and rushed downstairs to the bathroom. She practically panicked when she heard Andi-chan's door open upstairs. Once in the bathroom, Atsuko undressed with relief and turned on the shower. While she was showering, the urge to shave her legs and armpits turned into a powerful impulse to continue. Like before with her panties when she took them off unwillingly, Atsuko could only watch as if by remote control her hands moved of their own accord. They picked up her father's razor and with some soap, lathered-up...then shaved away every strand of her soft fine pussy hairs. Not stopping until the skin was smooth as a baby's bottom, with her groove exposed and looking like it did when she was only twelve years old.

The virus had won again, she realised, and Atsuko felt that it was inevitable.
Andy

Despite the possible setback that discovery of his hoax was seemingly closer now that news of the virus had spread, Andy wasn't quite ready to give up on the idea. He thought that he'd have to add to the whole ruse and make it appear more real to Atsuko, trying to make it last as long as possible. At least another day or two. He was dying to see how she was reacting to the story. Did she think it was real? It seemed at least some other people were falling for the hoax story about the virus. That radio-station was going to look really silly when they discovered the whole thing was a joke, Andy figured.

“Okay, so what's the next good step in my evil plot”, he said out loud to himself, and laughed in a ridiculous “Myu-ha-ha-ha-ha” of feigned evil laughter.

What if he could convince Mrs Momoyuki (Atsuko's mother) and Atsuko's older sister, Ritsuko?

But how? They never check the Internet, do they? Maybe Ritsuko did, but her mother never did. Also Ritsuko and her mother were likely to be less gullible, much more sceptical. Andy wasn't even sure whether the fake virus story was convincing to the youngest daughter, Atsuko. He needed to make it look more real somehow.

Leaflets maybe? What about a letter drop?

Andy remembered that he had two whole boxes of plain white envelopes. They were the long formal kind. He did a search on the Internet for the Ministry of Education, and found their official symbol and letter design in a PDF file. With some careful cut & paste, he put that onto a single page to create his leaflet. Then Andy wrote what he thought might be a convincing letter starting with “To All Parents and Students” of Kita Girls High School”. He printed out one hundred pages, and put them in his school bag. Then Andy printed out a few more that were slightly re-written, and put them in convincing “official” envelopes.

When he finished, Andy grabbed the envelopes and his school-bag filled with printed leaflets, then went downstairs. He sneaked out of the house very quietly, opening and closing the front door like he was pretending to be a ninja. Over the next half-hour, Andy walked around to the houses of Atsuko's friends, and the houses of anyone else who he knew for sure went to Kita Girls High School and dropped one of his fake “official” letters in each mail-box. He also dropped one into the house where he lived as well, but made sure he was gone by the time that Mrs Momoyuki noticed it.

Much later, he came back home, entering the house equally quietly and sneaked up the stairs to his bedroom.

Would Mrs Momoyuki take the letter seriously? Maybe not, but then again would she have any reason to doubt it since such a hoax was pretty unlikely wasn't it?

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.

Atsuko

Waking up in her nice warm bed, with the soft thick doona cover keeping out the chill of the morning, Atsuko stretched her arms out wide and yawned sleepily. The muzziness of sleep made her slow to get out of bed, and she had vague memories of a sexy dream. Her left hand was idly resting at that special nice place between her wide-spread thighs, and Atsuko noticed the wet lubrication of her pussy, and the frustrating erotic heat that seemed to suffuse her body this morning. Knowing it was wrong to play with herself (as her mother had many times reminded her daughters when they were younger), Atsuko consciously had to pull her hand away from her young cunt. She really wanted to do something for the incredible need that she had this morning, but resisted the urge to touch herself in that way.

Pushing the doona aside, she turned about and sat on the edge of the bed. Atsuko rubbed both hands down her smooth bare thighs, then when she was about to rub her eyes she smelt the soft fine odour of female lubricant on both her hands. Atsuko blushed in embarrassment at this, for she couldn’t remember ever masturbating before.

It was also strange to her to wake up without any pants on, not even panties. Atsuko had tried and tried to put pants on before going to bed the night before, but after ten minutes she'd given up. The virus wouldn't let her wear any pants, she remembered. Still, she tried to wear them even though it seemed hopeless. When she went to sleep last night, the aching hot need kept her awake for what seemed like hours.

How was she going to cope?, Atsuko wondered, Would it get any worse?

She feared that it would, and that worry triggered all sorts of hot feelings inside.

The teenage girl whimpered under her breath at the reminder from her young body that she was still very, very horny. Her erect nipples were as hard as diamonds and felt hot to her touch. Just brushing her tits sent waves of pleasure and more desire for sex through her young body. Her breath came in short, excited gasps, and her whole body was warm and tingling. Between her thighs, her pussy lips tickled with the slow dribbling of wetness that afterward flowed down between her ass cheeks and onto the bedsheet.

Atsuko clenched her fists with frustration, trying hard not to think about pleasuring herself.

What if Mama walked in and discovered Atsuko touching her sweet self “down-there”?

Atsuko decided it would be best to keep busy, try to keep her mind from thinking about the virus' effects on her, and hoped it would eventually fade away. Maybe, just maybe, she would be okay this morning.

She stood up and went to her wardrobe, took off her pyjama shirt and tossed it onto her bed. Her big breasts bounced about when they were free and the cool morning air tickled them. That was when Atsuko saw her reflection in the dressing table mirror.

Standing there totally naked in all her astoundingly beautiful glory, Atsuko actually liked what she saw, then wondered why she was looking at her own reflection in such a sexual way. She wanted to touch the girl in the mirror, kiss her, hug her, lick her in her most private places and taste the sweet juices between her long shapely thighs. Without any conscious awareness of what she was doing, Atsuko slid her hands over her body, caressing her lovely figure, down her hips, and then between her thighs. Her arousal was so strong that her fingers immediately found her pussy sodden with lubricant, with a dribble of pussy juice making the innermost top of her right thigh damp and slippery.

Though only a few moments had passed, Atsuko shook her head to wake-up as if she had been snoozing off for while. She glanced around in embarrassment and quickly took her hands away from her delightfully wet cunt. That’s when she began to notice the subtle changes in her reflection, and began to study her own body for differences. It shouldn’t have been possible, but Atsuko could see that her breasts were definitely larger, her aroused and erect nipples were prominently longer and thicker (with a nice shade of dark rose), and her waist appeared narrower. Was she imagining it, or were her legs longer?

Atsuko turned around to study her backside's reflection in the mirror, and could see her ass was beautifully curvaceous, firm, and much more interesting. She caressed her bottom with fascination. Then looked again at her long legs, noticing they seemed longer somehow, more shapely and slender at the same time. Was she only imagining the differences in her appearance, or had she really changed so much overnight?

Her whole body had the blushing colour of sexual excitement. Atsuko’s breath still came in small excited gasps, as if she were close to throes of sexual ecstasy. The trickle of wetness was making a tiny rivulet down her uppermost right thigh as she stood there. She wiped the wetness on the inside of her thigh with her hand, then had the odd urge to lick it and taste her own pussy juice.

Maybe it was the virus making her think that way?

Despite the intense curiosity, Atsuko managed to ignore the urge and simply wiped the vaginal lubricant on the corner of her bedsheet instead.

There was a short knocking on her door, and her mother walked in without waiting for a reply. Atsuko hated it when Mama did that! Then she tried to hide her shaven pussy and breasts with her hands. Her mother blushed too, but her voice was surprisingly kind. She also appeared a little worried.

“A-chan, how are you feeling this morning?”, Mama asked.

Atsuko wasn't sure how to answer that, but her words didn't quite come out as she wanted to say them.

“Um...”, she licked her lips, “Very....sexy...Oh no! Did I just say that?”

The teenage girl put her hand to her mouth in surprise.

Her mother blushed as well, but said, “It's okay...so, can you get dressed properly before coming downstairs? You woke up late, so you'll have to hurry.”

To Atsuko's shock, her mother stepped closer and gave her a tight hug. One of her mother's warm hands caressed the girl's ass-cheeks, making her moan with pleasure. Atsuko was too stunned by what her mother was doing to pull away. The touch was too sensual, feeling too good.

Mama seemed to let go only reluctantly, and was blushing brightly.

“Sorry...”, her mother whispered so quietly that Atsuko hardly heard it, “It's the virus...the virus made me do that....”

Her mother left the room hurriedly after that, her face flushed pink with embarrassment.

Atsuko didn't know how to react.

Then she remembered what was written on one of the web-sites; something about other women wanting to touch teenage girls, do sexy things to them, when the teenage girl was at stage-4 of the infection or worse. She recalled that Mayumi had thought that Atsuko was probably at stage-4 of the virus' effects last night. That was last night. Was she still at stage-4 or was she worse by now?

What did it mean if she was worse than stage-4? Atsuko couldn't clearly remember, but she knew it was bad. She knew it was even more sexual as well. She tried not to think too much about it, not even about her suspicions. Her rampant imagination kept offering possibilities that made her hotter and hornier despite her efforts to avoid thinking about them.

I'm going to try and pretend that everything is normal, she told herself.

Atsuko went to her wardrobe and got out one of her school blouses. Before putting it on, she thought about trying to wear a bra, but something kept telling her that it would be impossible. The virus wouldn't let her wear a bra. It wouldn't even let her wear panties. She bit her lip with worry mixed with sexual frustration, and felt her pussy quiver inside with hot need.

“Ooh...it's too much!”, the teenage girl whimpered, “What if I'm already at stage-5?”

She was at stage-4 last night, she was sure of that now. Atsuko really worried that she might be at stage-5 already this morning. She tried not to think about not being able to wear a skirt, but the thought kept coming back to her. She had to keep telling herself, “No, I can wear skirts....I'm sure that I can.”

She clenched her hands into fists for a moment, then started to get dressed. First she put on the white blouse. Her nipples, dark and excited poked out at the thin material, making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Atsuko blushed seeing her reflection in the dressing table mirror, wearing only the white blouse and nothing else. Her smoothly bald girl-slit was easily seen at the juncture of her long lovely legs. She looked sexy, very sexy, and the sight of her own near nakedness was turning her on. Atsuko then started to put on her big white socks...but couldn't!

She tried three times to put a foot into one of the socks, but it was like an obstruction was in the way. Then her foot just seemed to refuse to go anywhere even near the sock. Atsuko gave up, and tossed her favourite socks across the room. Her pussy seemed to be melting with hot lust, and the dribbling wetness down her inner thighs was worse than ever. She started to realise that the virus was affecting her much worse than last night. Her young cunt burned with desperate need. Just for the hell of it, she picked up one of her normal length skirts and tried to put it on, but crazily her hand stopped before even touching it. Atsuko understood then that she definitely wasn't going to be able to wear it.

“Well, at least I listened to Mayumi last night”, Atsuko told herself, as she looked over at the tiny too short skirt that she'd cut the night before.

She walked over to the chair where she placed it, and went to pick it up. Her hand stopped. Paused only scant centimetres away from touching the fabric. Atsuko tried to bring her hand closer, but with her muscles tensed with effort, no matter how she tried and tried, her hand would not move any closer. She tried both hands, whimpering with the effort then mewled in frustration!

“Oh no! I can't even wear skirts now!”, she cried out.

Her head went down in hot shame, while her pussy burned and burned hotter with the thought.

Panting with the crazy mad sexual need, Atsuko went back to her bed and collapsed backwards onto the rumpled doona. Her legs parted wide, and as she watched, they spread wider still. She tried to close them again for modesty, but they remained parted as wide apart as they could possibly go. Her feet hung off the edges of the mattress. There were quiet footsteps on the stairs, and then her mother opened the bedroom door.

Ashamed of her obscene position, Atsuko tried to close her legs and cover her pussy with her hands but they refused to cover her. Stopping just on either side of her juncture. It was now impossible for her to cover her pussy too, the teenage girl discovered.

Her mother came in and closed the bedroom door gently, looking at Atsuko with an _expression_ that was both kindly and desirous.

“You poor thing, A-chan”, Mama said as she approached the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed between Atsuko's wide-parted legs.

Atsuko sat up, but still couldn't close her legs. Her mother acted as if it wasn't a problem, not even shocked. Tears filled Atsuko's eyes and she started to cry. Her mother sighed, but didn't hug her.

Mrs Momoyuki could easily see how sexually aroused her daughter was, the lubricants drooling like a small flood from Atsuko's young cunt. She noticed the short rapid breathing and flushed perspiring skin. The mother guessed that her daughter must've been tortured with the extreme horny lust that she'd read about. The poor girl.

The impulse to start fingering her daughter's pussy had been building all morning, and the mother knew that it was the virus making her feel this way. She'd read all about it's effects last night, and knew that it was affecting her own thinking too. She tried to not think about it, but the compulsion was driving her mad as well. So, the mother relented at last.

She started finger-fucking Atsuko's invitingly exposed cunny.

Mrs Momoyuki rationalized to herself that she couldn't help it anyway, the virus was making her do this, it wasn't her. She knew that Atsuko had to orgasm, so she began using two fingers, and playing with Atsuko's clitoris at the same time with her other hand.

Atsuko was mortified when her mother began fingering her love-hole, thrusting first one finger, then two, and soon three fingers were driving in and out of her wet pussy. The rubbing of her clitty made her whimper as she tried not to cry out. She couldn't stop her mother from doing any of this to her, and she was just as shocked that her mother was in fact doing this to her.

“Please...”, Atsuko begged in a tiny voice, gasping and panting, “Please....”

She wanted to say 'stop' but the word refused to come out of her mouth.

Her mother's fingers drove into her, fucking her, and Atsuko fell back onto the bed. Her pelvis began rising up to meet each thrust, her love-button was being tickled excruciatingly and bolts of pleasure were shooting from her pussy to her nipples and into her brain. Somehow, she was so much more sensitive everywhere that it only took a mere couple of minutes before a mind-blowing climax washed away all thought. Atsuko cried out loud and long as her mother kept finger-fucking her, taking her to another orgasm, then another, repeatedly. It seemed to go on forever, and she wanted to beg for her mother to stop but the word 'stop' just didn't seem to be in Atsuko's vocabulary anymore.

When her mother did stop at last, Atsuko just lay exhausted, drenched in sweat, but still horny.

“I can't believe that I did that...”, she heard her mother talking to herself, “Poor A-chan, it must be so difficult...it's obvious that she's already fully at stage-5 of the virus....and it's getting to me too...”

Atsuko kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. It was easy; sheer post-orgasmic bliss and exhaustion overwhelmed her. She listened as Mama walked around the room tidying up stuff, still talking to herself without apparently being aware of it.

There was a click as the bedroom door opened, and she heard Ritsuko's voice whispering.

“Whoo...A-chan has it bad, neh?”, Ritsuko commented, “The room reeks of sex...”

“Hmmm...yes...How do you feel this morning?”, Mama asked also in a whisper.

“It's really...starting...to get to me”, Ritsuko whispered, “Too much...”

There was a quiet pause.

“Why are you taking away her all of her skirts and pants?”, Ritsuko asked.

“She's not allowed to wear skirts anymore...”, Mama's soft voice replied, “....honestly, I just have to...it's the virus...it makes want to....”

Someone sighed.

“...I know...”, Ritsuko whispered, “Me too...now....You're right, she isn't allowed to wear skirts...what's that?”

“One of her skirts”, Mama answered softly, “She cut it as short as she could...I guess she could wear it last night...but she wasn't wearing it this morning.”

“...because she couldn't wear it”, Ritsuko whispered in apparent exclamation, “No wonder I want to....and you had to...she's already at stage-6...it's permanent now...poor A-chan....and it'll probably be years before they find a cure. She's never going to be able wear skirts again. Maybe not any clothes at all soon.”

Both of them left the room closing the door softly behind them.

Atsuko's mind was reeling with the implications of what she'd overheard. She was at stage-6 of the infection already! Worse still, her mother and Ritsuko KNEW...and they had it too...! How was she going to go to school when she wasn't allowed to wear a skirt? But she still felt compelled to go. It was like she had to....go out...even like this. The virus...it wanted her on display....Atsuko opened her eyes and got off the bed, with legs that felt weak. Between her thighs, her pussy felt as if it was driving her mad.

Her mother's voice called from downstairs.

“A-chan! You better come down for breakfast.”

Atsuko didn't want to go, she wanted to hide in her room, but the compulsion to walk out was too strong. Unwillingly, she opened her bedroom door and wearing only her school blouse – and nothing else – Atsuko went down the stairs. She clutched at the hem of the blouse, and wanted to hide, wanted to hide her pussy, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her big boobs bounced and swayed, rubbing her hardened nipples against the cotton of the blouse and triggering delightfully pleasant sparks in her pussy. It was very distracting, and the teenager was panting on the edge of orgasm when she entered the kitchen.

Thankfully, Andi-chan wasn't there, only Mama and Ritsuko. To Atsuko's surprise, her older sister was wearing an indecently short pink skirt and under her sister's white T-shirt it was easy to see Ritsuko's nipples poking out at the cotton because she wasn't wearing a bra. Seeing them both watching her with knowing looks and something else unreadable but worrying in their _expression_s. Atsuko blushed hotly. At least breakfast was already served waiting for her, but suddenly Ritsuko sat down, parting her thighs slightly as she did so, and gestured towards her own lap. Her older sister's micro-mini skirt had lifted up, revealing her shaved pussy between her parted thighs, and making it obvious that Ritsuko wasn't wearing panties.

“Good morning, A-chan”, she said, “Come on....I have to play with you while you eat.”

“Wa...?”, Atsuko said in surprise.

Mama walked over to her and wrapped an arm around Atsuko's waist, but her mother's hand quickly shifted to Atsuko's curvaceous naked ass with casual ease. The teenage girl felt her ass being groped while she was guided towards the chair where her older sister was sitting down. She wanted to pull away, but found her ass stuck to her mother's warm hand like glue. She couldn't move to break the skin contact, and she couldn't resist her mother's guiding hand.

“What's going on?”, Atsuko protested, but her voice changed to a sexy girlish lilting come on, “...are you going to fuck me...?”

She covered her mouth shocked by her own words and voice.

“Of course she is”, Mama told her, “Ritsuko and I are infected too....we have to make sure that you orgasm...again and again and again.”

Mama covered her mouth for a moment as she was equally surprised by her own words, but then whispered, “...every morning from now on...”

Stunned and turned-on hotter by her mother's crude and erotic words, Atsuko was guided to sit upon her older sister's lap before she quite got over the shock. Her legs parted wide, and immediately Ritsuko's hands were groping Atsuko's pussy and breasts. A finger slipped inside her pussy, and started sliding up and down her groove, over her love-button and into her cunt...slowly and repeatedly. Atsuko mewled as the fantastic sensations were stronger even than the previous time with her mother upstairs.

Mama sat down nearby, and began feeding Atsuko like she was a small child. Neither Ritsuko nor Mama would let Atsuko touch the spoon with her own hands. Even when she wanted to drink, it was Mama's hands that held the cup to her mouth. Before Atsuko finished the meal, Ritsuko had brought her to three ear-shattering screaming orgasms that went for a minute or more each time. They ignored all of her protests, then both of them together helped Atsuko to stand. Then while still playing with her, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, caressing her naked ass-cheeks, and fingering her pussy, they guided Atsuko to the front door.

While Ritsuko finger-fucked Atsuko's sodden cunt and caressed her breasts, her mother guided Atsuko's bare feet into very high-heeled slippers. Atsuko was on the verge of another orgasm by the time they opened the front door, and was too lost in pleasure to protest as she was pushed toward the now open doorway.

They had Atsuko outside – on the street – wearing only her white school blouse and 6” heels before she could even put a single coherent sentence together. The wind was chilly outside, but Atsuko felt warm. There was a white Torago mini-bus parked in front of the house. The door on the side slid open, and Atsuko gasped, wanting to hide, but her hands could only grab at the hem of the blouse leaving her pussy-groove, ass, and legs completely bare and exposed to the world.

Rie's mother called out from inside the Torago, “Quick, get her inside!”

Rie and Kumiko both jumped out of the mini-bus and ran over to Atsuko. Both of her school friends wore tiny skirts, barely belts of cloth with hems so high that when they moved glimpses of their shaven girl-slits could be seen. They looked intensely embarrassed by this, and kept trying to hold down the tiny skirts in the breeze.

“Come on A-chan!”, Rie said, reaching one hand between Atsuko's thighs to caress her smooth girl-slit.

Kumiko groped one of Atsuko's breasts, and said “We have to get you to school too.”

Atsuko's older sister, Ritsuko was still caressing her ass and from behind was fingering her sodden cunt, but then shifted one hand to Atsuko's pussy to start fingering her from the front. Together, with Ritsuko still fingering Atsuko's pussy, and with Kumiko and Rie playing with her breasts through the thin fabric of the blouse, they guided Atsuko to the waiting mini-bus, and took her inside. That's where the second surprise lay; all the seats had been pushed down, and the entire passenger section was covered with futons, blankets, and cushions. Atsuko was laid back on the futons, and her legs automatically parted wide as they could go in the mini-bus of their own accord. She knew by now that the virus would not let her close her legs but it was still extremely embarrassing. Rie and Kumiko were suddenly climbing over her. Rie soon began fingering Atsuko's invitingly open young cunt, the finger feeling too good inside her. Kumiko kissed Atsuko right on the mouth, forcing her tongue inside passionately, as if driven, and caressed both of Atsuko's breasts under the white blouse.

Atsuko was confused by her inability to resist what everyone else kept doing to her, and with another shock realised that it was the virus stopping her from physically resisting. She lifted her hands in what she already knew was a futile effort to push Kumiko off her, but instead her hands could only rest on her friend's back as if Atsuko was hugging her.

In the background despite the fevered lustful whispering of the other two teenage girls, Atsuko heard her mother talking with Rie's mother.

“Atsuko is at stage-6 already, she can't wear skirts anymore”, Mama was saying, “That's why she only wears a top...Ritsuko is infected too, but not so bad, and so am I...we had to...you know...this morning....”

Rie's mother replied, “I know....I've got it too now....just having Atsuko in the back is starting to make me want to...I just hope this works. Rie and Kumiko are both fully in stage-3...I've told them that they have to keep Atsuko going as much as possible. I'm picking up some of the other girls in her class on the way.”

“Are any others infected?”, Mama asked.

Atsuko didn't hear the answer, because while Rie was vigorously finger-fucking her pussy, the other teenage girl was breathlessly whimpering, “I'm sorry A-chan...I can't help it....I have to make you cum....it's...it's important...and I can't stop myself...”

Kumiko stopped kissing Atsuko and lifted Atsuko's blouse instead, up above her nipples. Then she was rubbing one of Atsuko's breasts while sucking the nipple on the other one. Atsuko panted and wished that she could somehow get up, act normal, but the other two girls wouldn't let her escape their attentions. It was practically impossible for Atsuko to mentally wrap her head around the bizarre situation. Here she was, half-naked in the back of Rie's mother's mini-bus, being fingered and groped by two of her best friends. With her mother and Rie's mother talking about her and seemingly happy about the lesbian sex-scene that their daughters were engaged in the back of the mini-bus!

There was the honk of a car-horn, and Atsuko heard another woman's voice call out, “Mrs Momoyuki? Has Atsuko left for school?”

“Mrs Yamada!”, Mama called back, “No, she's in the back with Rie and Kumiko....um....Mrs Yamaguchi has offered to take her to school.”

“Oh good!”, the other woman called out, “We were so worried...Is it okay if our daughters go with her too? They have the same...problem...but not as bad...yet.”

There was some more conversation barely heard, but Atsuko was too distracted by other things. Like Rie's finger-fucking now using two fingers going deep inside her....and Kumiko going back to deep kissing her while pinching both of Atsuko's nipples at the same time. She could hear embarrassing pieces of conversation between the mothers, often mentioning her by name, the sounds of numerous women talking was getting louder.

Oh no, Atsuko thought, I'm gonna cum....with all these people out there....please...no....not here...!

Kumiko was rubbing and humping Atsuko's left leg now, sliding her sodden pussy up and down, as she was getting too horny as well.

“Please orgasm, A-chan!”, she whimpered, “It's getting worse...I can feel it....I need you to cum!”

Rie was saying the same sort of thing, “A-chan....are you close to cumming yet...please...we need you to cum!”

Outside, it seemed there was a gathering of mothers now. Atsuko could hear several voices that she recognized, and a few more that she didn't know so well. Suddenly the mini-bus' side-door was being opened again, and a cool breeze blew in over her bare legs. The vehicle shuddered as other people got in, and Atsuko felt that she'd die from shame. They would all see her like this! She tried again to close her wide-parted thighs but she could only lift her legs up, but not close them at all. Atsuko tried to see who was getting in, but with Kumiko playing tongue games insider her mouth and head in the way, all she could see was friend's pretty face up close while the flowery smell of Kumi-chan's long hair filled her nostrils. The kiss was so passionate that Atsuko felt lost in it, like she was in love. Rie's two-fingers fucking her wet pussy between her spread thighs suddenly stopped, and the cool air from outside washed over Atsuko's sodden pussy tickling her. She felt Rie's body move, smooth thighs sliding over her own, Rie's hot pussy now sliding wetly along her thigh as her friend duplicated Kumiko's leg-humping.

There was still a cool breeze tickling her pussy, and Atsuko suddenly realised that she was completely exposed down there.

“She looks so yummy like that, neh?”, an unseen girl's voice said, “Such a beautifully wet pussy, she has...”

The was a flash and the “click” of a cellphone's camera. Then another few times as well.

Oh no! They were taking pictures of her like this!

Then unseen fingers began fucking her cunt, playing circles around her clit, and hot breath washed over her thighs and pussy. She heard the mini-bus door slam shut, and then Mayumi's face was suddenly in her vision, leaning past Kumiko's head to look down at her, all flustered and pink. She was one of the girls who had just gotten into the back of the mini-bus.

Mayumi was panting as she said to Atsuko, “I've got it too now, started this morning....woo....you're at stage-6 for sure!”

“A-chan got it first”, another girl's voice was saying, “Oh my, she looks so sexy like that!”

Other hands joined those of Kumiko's and Rie's, fingers played circles around her clit, then a mouth on each side began sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Mayumi's mouth replaced Kumiko's on Atsuko's mouth, forcing her tongue inside playfully and passionately.

“My mother gave me this to use”, another girl said out of sight, and suddenly Atsuko felt the cool plastic of something smooth being pushed into her young pussy-hole. It vibrated powerfully deep inside her as it was thrust in and out. The mini-bus swayed as girls moved around to different positions, and Atsuko glimpsed girl's naked bottoms under tiny short skirts, and the faces of girls from her class. The mini-bus was crowded with scantily clad sexy teenage girls and the delicious smell of wet pussies filled the air. Atsuko guessed that there might've been over a dozen of her classmates and all of them were together trying to finger-fuck her, lick her, kiss her, and make love to her in a desperately passionate and horny enthusiasm to make her orgasm whether she wanted it or not.

They panted and moaned, whimpering in their own hot need, but still they chatted with each other, and sometimes giggled in their typical girlish fashion. The situation was as embarrassing to the other girls almost as much as it was to Atsuko, but they couldn't help themselves. Besides, as their mothers had repeatedly told them, they had to give into the need to pleasure Atsuko and force her to orgasm after orgasm...or their own virus symptoms would keep getting worse!

The helpless teenage girl wanted to protest at what they were doing to her, but with Mayumi's mouth locked over hers in a deep passionate kiss, and all the other girls playing with every other part of her anatomy, even nibbling her ears and kissing her neck, and the inside of her thighs....

Atsuko couldn't hold it back anymore; she orgasmed in a wave that was electrifying to her, and moaned through the mouth of Mayumi who was kissing her at the time. Mayumi pulled back to allow Atsuko's orgasmic cries fill the mini-bus, loud enough to be heard outside in a muffled way on the street as well. All of the teenage girls in the mini-bus - and even their mothers who were chatting outside – sighed and shuddered with joyful relief as their pussies quivered with delight at the sound. Before she had quite come down, the girls working on her were trying to keep Atsuko going to another orgasm. She tried once to plead with them, but a girl called Mariko had started deep-kissing her too. Atsuko orgasmed again in short order, and after that they managed to keep her going several times in a row within the time of the ten-minute drive to school.

Eroticon Virus (Part 3)

The principal of Kita Girls High School was a woman; an appointment that the parents of the students had insisted upon. Mrs Terada was not only the principal of Kita Girls High School, she was also the aunt of a teenage girl who attended the school, Yukiko Moriyama. Mrs Moriyama, mother of Yukiko, was Mrs Terada's younger sister. Pretty sixteen-year-old Yukiko just happened to be in the same class as Atsuko Momoyuki.

On the night that Andrew went around doing his delivery of the fake letters from the Ministry of Education, Mrs Terada was visiting the Moriyama family's house for dinner. She often visited when she had the chance because since her own husband had died, and her children had long before already moved out of the family home, her house felt very empty and lonely. Besides, her sister was a better cook, and they always had nice wine to drink.

That night, Yukiko had hid in her bedroom most of the time, and even when she did come downstairs was acting very shy and blushed a lot for no apparent reason that Mrs Terada could see. Yukiko's mother (Mrs Moriyama) said that Yukiko had been sneezing a lot since she arrived a home and had a mild fever. She suspected that Yukiko had caught a cold. Well, Mrs Terada watched the news on TV about the North Korean spy-ship and didn't pay it much heed. Mr Moriyama decided that he wanted to watch an American movie that was on that night, and so Mrs Terada was distracted sometimes by the movie as well.

It was one of those blockbuster disaster movies, and quite a scary one. The story had something to do with a terrorist group spreading a genetically engineered super-plague. Lots of people were watching that movie that night in Japan. Mrs Terada, Mrs Moriyama, and Mr Moriyama were getting quite relaxed watching the movie and drinking their wine. They were getting a little drunk, but not too much. Not enough to be embarrass themselves by falling over. Just enough to be cheerful.

It was during the middle part of the movie, when things were getting very scary, that Mrs Moriyama collected the letter from the Ministry of Education from their mail-box. She opened and read the letter, then pale and worried, she gave it to her older sister, Mrs Terada.

Mrs Terada, slightly drunk on the wine, read the letter and had a hard time believing it at first...but the letterhead was legitimate, and the official stamp was one that she recognized vaguely. She pronounced it real, and then re-read it again. The second time she read it out loud - unfortunately just as teenage Yukiko was walking into the kitchen. The teenage girl suddenly burst into tears and with great bawling sobs told everyone that she'd been infected with the virus and she couldn't wear any panties. Slightly drunk Mrs Moriyama even lifted her daughter's skirt to see that it was true. Yukiko had no panties on.

Soon the story came pouring out, and Mrs Terada learned all about the bizarre erotic effects of the virus, and she called the mothers of other students in Yukiko's class. It didn't take her long to learn that general opinion was that Atsuko Momoyuki was the most severe in her symptoms (“That poor girl !”, she exclaimed). She also convinced Mr Moriyama to go to Atsuko's house to get a copy of the printed web-pages that Mrs Momoyuki had collected.

Tired, slightly more drunk, and having read pages and pages about the symptoms and only known treatment for the Eroticon Virus, Mrs Terada called her secretary and the vice-principal for a late night meeting at the Moriyama's house (which had become the place where everyone was directing their inquiries). She dictated a letter to be sent to all the teachers of the school, informing them clearly of their responsibilities in the current crisis and that as much as possible normal lessons would be maintained. There were also many late night phone calls, so that by 2am, every female member of the school administration was informed of what had happened and what the policy in dealing with it would be.

Oddly, usually within an hour of being told about the virus, many of the female teachers were calling back to admit that they also had some symptoms of it. Before going home, Mrs Terada told her sister that as far as she could estimate, every female member of the staff was infected by the virus, and probably every student as well.
Nicholas McCafferty

Nick McCafferty had been living in Japan for only a month, and counted himself to be fortunate that he could get visa-sponsorship with the Nippon Kokusai Gakko corporation. NKG was only a small corporation less than three years old, but had rapidly gained a good reputation for the teachers that it sub-contracted to schools. Through NKG. Nick was given his first teaching job in Japan, and luck seemed to have smiled on him because he was sent to an all-girls high school. Although the school wanted a female teacher, NKG's managing-director had convinced them that Nick was a good choice; he was fluent in Japanese, came from a well-respected business family, and had an impeccable academic record. Besides, the previous two foreign female teachers had both turned out to be very radical feminists with lesbian tendencies.

Nick was sitting at home watching a hentai movie filled with lust-crazed tentacle demons and horny, but previously virginal, high-school girls when his cellphone rang.

“Moshi-moshi, this is Nick”, he answered.

The voice on the other end was the top boss of NKG, Mr Nagai.

“Nagai desu”, the older man told him, “Apologies for calling you at this late hour, Niku-san....but it's an emergency.”

“Oh...What is the problem and how can I help?”, Nick asked.

He was kind of surprised that the big boss was calling him directly so it must've been very important.

“The principal of Kita Girls High School called tonight”, Mr Nagai explained, “Asking that we find a female teacher to replace you immediately...but we don't have anyone else who can fill that position on short notice. We really need you to go to work there tomorrow as usual and convince them that you're sick.”

Sick? But still go to work? The two things seemed completely contradictory in Nick's previous experience.

“Could you explain that last part again?”, Nick asked, trying not to sound stupid to the big boss, “You want me to go to work as usual....but you also want me to pretend to be sick? Like with a cold?”

Mr Nagai coughed on the phone before continuing, “Yes...a little bit like a cold...but act as if you're getting over it. Tell them that you were feeling feverish today, and act very embarrassed about it. This is very important.”

Nick was becoming very confused by this requirement but understood that in Japan, the boss is always the boss. Saying “No” would not be advisable for his future employment with NKG. Still he was now very curious about what was going on and why he had to pretend to be sick. He coughed a few times then got back on the telephone.

“Are you ill?”, Mr Nagai asked him.

“No....just a minor cold that I've had since yesterday”, Nick told him, “Sore throat, but not too bad.”

“Oh....well that could be a problem”, Mr Nagai said, “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

This comment made Nick feel even more confused. If he understood, the boss wanted him to 'pretend' to be sick, but being 'sick' for real...

“Why do you want me to pretend to be sick?”, Nick asked, hoping he wasn't crossing some line of unwritten rules.

“Do you have an email address? Oh, of course you do”, Mr Nagai said, “We've contacted you by email before....We'll send you the details by email. Just make sure that you go to work tomorrow. Even if you are sick. But....and this is VERY IMPORTANT, Niku-san”, and Mr Nagai paused dramatically, “You must act as if everything at Kita Girls High School is completely normal. Do you understand?”

Nick agreed, “Yes, I understand....I have to act as if everything is normal. Hmm...just out of curiosity, did the school principal say why she wanted to replace me? Did I do anything wrong?”

“No, it's only because you are a man”, Mr Nagai told him, “...and there was a North Korean virus attack on the school yesterday. But don't worry about it, just act as if everything is COMPLETELY NORMAL....no matter what you see, understand?”

“Yes, I understand...I have to act as if...”, Nick mumbled in reply before stopping as what the big boss had just said sunk in.

North Korean virus attack?!

But he still expects me to act as if everything is normal?

What the hell?

“Very good, Niku-san”, Mr Nagai said, “Try your best, and remember act as if you're sick, but that everything you see is completely normal. Good luck.”

Nick wanted to ask more about the North Korean virus attack, but Mr Nagai had hung up.

He was confused and starting to realise that he was a little sick, probably with a cold...or hang on...North Korean virus attack?

Nick turned off the hentai porn that he was watching and checked all the TV channels, but the only news that he could find about North Koreans was the report about the spy-ship. Frustrated by the lack of information, he turned on the radio instead and started switching stations. Forty minutes later Nick found a station that sounded relevant.

'...the middle stage of the virus infection's symptoms.....(static)....and adult males will frequently have near-constant erections, in extremes showing symptoms of priapism...'

The reception was terrible, often dropping out in the middle, but Nick adjusted the dial back and forth until it was clearer.

'It's advisable in the middle stage that adult male victims of the virus showing symptoms of this stage be isolated from the presence of young women, especially teenage girls who have been infected, otherwise their symptoms may worsen...(static)...in the late stage...(static).... they still show milder physical symptoms of increased arousal and near-constant erections, they will not notice any differences in the behaviour or clothing of infected female victims. Infected men at this stage will feel compelled to act as if the bizarre changes in female victims are completely normal...(static)...by this stage, the virus is no longer dangerous or contagious...(static)....Infected adult males, particularly older men, actually gain some physical benefits at this stage; increased stamina, some growth in the size of their genitals, increases in fertility, improvements in...'

Nick listened to it all with rapt attention wondering at first what the hell they were talking about then beginning to understand that it was doctor talking about the North Korean virus attack. It had to be that, but it sounded truly bizarre. The last part didn't sound so bad though; getting infected might even be a good idea! A larger cock, and better health as well. The interviewer and the doctor's voices were thoroughly earnest in tone, as if nothing was strange about what they were discussing, but the next part of what the doctor said simply floored him...

'....Psychologically, it is normal for men at this last stage to fervently believe that female victims of the virus are completely normal in their behaviour, that there have been no changes in the world around them, and that teenage girls have always acted like horny sluts and worn tiny super-short skirts or kimono with no panties...'

'EV infection almost appears to be a good thing', commented the interviewer.

'..hahahaha...sa...as long as it doesn't kill you in the early stages..._base_d on a report from the Ministry of Health....(static)...thank you for your time....we will report again on the North Korean virus attack at....(static)...advising people not to panic and to avoid hysteria....schools will remain open...(static).....'

Then the station changed to a new show and started playing classical music.

Nick switched off and brushed back his hair with his right hand as he began to comprehend the implications. It was hard to believe, but the young man wanted it to be true. Some kind of virus that made people horny. Were they talking about a real event or was it about a hentai video? Could it be real? He went to bed that night thinking a lot about that, and had one helluva a hard-on most of the night. He never did get around to checking his email.

The next morning, Nick went to work bright and early, planning to arrive thirty minutes before classes started so he would have plenty of time to prepare his English lessons for the day. On the train he kept coughing, and had a high fever, but the way everyone else was acting, as if trying very hard to avoid him, made Nick frequently blush with embarrassment. So he tried to cough as little as possible although his throat tickled like mad. At least on the train, nobody stood close to him. Even with the carriage packed with rush-hour passengers going to work, Nick had a little space around him.

Usually there would be a few high-school girls in the train carriage as well, but he noticed that strangely this morning there wasn't a single high-school girl anywhere in sight. There weren't as many young women on the train either. After he noticed this, Nick began searching by eye every station platform that the train stopped at, and he saw very few high-school girls and young women. Much less than usual.

Peculiar, he thought, Oh...well...the last two stops before Kitamura Station will have all those girls going to Kita Girls High School...

He looked forward to those two stops every morning on his way to work because by then the train had usually emptied of most other passengers, then suddenly hundreds of cute and sexy teenage Japanese girls would fill the carriage. Many of them liked to chat with him too, as Nick taught them in their English conversation classes.

But that morning, the train grew emptier, and only a very, very few girls got on. He saw less than a dozen teenage girls wearing the black crenelated skirt and white blouse of the uniform of Kita Girls High School.

When Nick suffered a fit of coughing, the high school girls stared at him like he might've had the black plague and they were expecting him to drop dead any moment.

At the second last station, to Nick's relief two girls that he knew from his classes and got along well with, entered the carriage. They were both the rebel-type with the “ganguro-look”; bleached hair and very short skirts. This morning their skirts appeared to be EXTRA-SHORT. Highly unusual for the two rebels, they were blushing, acting very shy, and even seemed to be embarrassed about how short their skirts were. Neither one wore their typical big white socks either.

Nick had an instant hard-on just looking at them.

“Good morning”, Nick said to them, trying to remember the girls' names.

The taller girl blushed brightly, and looked down then up again at him.

“Um...mmm...good morning, Niku-sensei”, she greeted him in a small voice dripping with sexy sweetness.

Nick felt all the blood rushing from his head to his dick in response.

“So...Tatsuko...Risa...”, Nick commented inanely, “Ah...no big socks today...”

He glanced at their bare legs from their calves upto their shapely smooth thighs which were entirely exposed....all the way up to the high hem of their incredibly short little skirts. Nick's heart-beat was racing as he noticed that the tiny skirts were just – barely - covering the girl's crotches. Was that a wet trickle on Tatsuko's inner thighs?

Nick stared for a lot longer than he'd intended and then remembered Mr Nagai's order to him the night before...

Act like everything is completely normal, Nick reminded himself, like they've always dressed this way.

God, but it was hard though!

Looking back up at their faces, he saw both girls were blushing pink with extreme embarrassment. Their own eyes were downcast, avoiding his. Noticing all the vacant seats, Nick sat down and looked back up at the two girls, but they hurriedly had moved away towards the other end of the carriage. Disappointed that they weren't so friendly as usual, Nick closed his eyes and waited for the train to arrive at Kitamura Station.

At last the train came to the final stop, and Nick walked out of the carriage wondering why the station platform was so empty. The dozen or so girls who also got off the train all made a mad dash for the stairs, running and yelling. Nick thought he'd be too late for a decent upskirt peek, but he spotted Tatsuko and Risa in their super-short skirts walk off the train much more nervously and slowly than the others. They went up the wide concrete stairs with their school-bags held firmly behind them to cover their bottoms, so Nick didn't get to see anything, but their beautiful long legs were exciting enough. Right at the very top of the stairs though, Tatsuko shifted her school-bag to put it once more onto her shoulder, and Nick caught sight of her bare naked ass-cheeks under her tiny black skirt and a glimpse of her pink cunt-lips between her thighs.

He tripped on the stairs because he was too busy looking up.

“Geez...I wish saw more of that everyday”, Nick said to himself as he stood up after tripping on the concrete stairs.

He remembered the sight of Tatsuko's naked bottom under her skirt and the glimpse of pussy-lips with a sigh.

Damn, wish I'd brought a camera!

Nick strode up the stairs and through the station's ticket-gates without seeing any more sexy short-skirted high-school girls, much to his disappointment. Normally the station was filled with them at this time of morning. There were noticeably far fewer people about than usual. Since he reckoned that he had plenty of time, Nick went to the station's kiosk to buy a snack and a bottle of softdrink; the lady who ran the small shop greeted him warmly, but with some surprise in her _expression_.

“Good morning sensei”, she said, “Very quiet here today.”

Nick nodded as he paid, and commented, “Yes, very quiet, neh...where is everyone this morning?”

The old lady's eye widened.

“Did you see the news on TV this morning?”, she asked.

“No, I had no time”, Nick answered.

“I didn't see either...”, the old lady told him, “But everyone is talking about the new virus going around....it's terrible, yo!....Didn't anyone tell you?”

“Oh...that virus!”, Nick replied, suddenly reminded of what his boss, Mr Nagai had told him the night before.

He'd gone to bed very late and woken too early, plus he was feeling a little sick this morning. He'd temporarily forgotten all about the news about the North Korean virus attack. Mr Nagai had told him to pretend to be sick but also act as if everything he saw was completely normal. Nick particularly remembered that last part as the big boss kept mentioning it in his instructions about how Nick was to act at work this morning.

“I better go to work”, Nick told the old lady, and thanked her before heading off.

The old lady thanked him as well, and told him to take care.

During the walk from the train station to the school, Nick would normally not pay that much attention to his surroundings as he was usually too engrossed in his own thoughts about the day ahead. Normally he'd be thinking about lesson plans, what he planned to teach that day, and the more problematic students that he expected to be dealing with. Sometimes he would look up and notice a cute Japanese girl in a mini-skirt, but at this time of year, most young women wore jeans or slacks to keep warm and miniskirts were rare.

Today was unlike any other day that Nick had experienced before, and it was only just getting started! As Nick walked down the street, he spotted at least a dozen very cute and sexy young women in extremely super-short skirts...and it appeared that none of these pretty women was wearing a bra! If he'd been walking through a red-light district, Nick would've assumed that these women were hookers from the way they were dressed, but not in the fashionable, trendy, and upmarket suburb of Kitamura. The women had none of the blasé confidence of hookers displaying their goods either, but were behaving in a very embarrassed manner. Just like the two 'ganguro' high-school girls, Tatsuko and Risa, had been behaving when Nick met them on the train...

The young man almost dared not to hope what he suspected; that none of those young women, or at least some of them – were going panty-free!

His dick began stirring to life at the idea, while he kept looking around wishing for a breeze and a glimpse of naked asses and pussies...and seeing so much exposed bare smooth skin on lovely thighs was making his dick harder by second. The young male teacher had to adjust his sweater to cover the growing tent in his pants, as he wondered at his luck that day. Nick saw very few women wearing slacks or jeans, most of the women were wearing skirts except the older ones. But he kept spotting younger women here and there, not many, just a few, who wore such short-short skirts that they seemed more dressed for a nightclub than a walk down the street....and everytime, those skirts were REALLY short.

At the first intersection that Nick came to, there'd been a collision between a white delivery van and a grey Mitsubishi sedan; ambulances were already at the scene and a policeman was redirecting traffic. It appeared to be a typical traffic accident, but as Nick crossed the road he overheard one of the paramedics say “...driver had one of those heart-attacks...”. Both paramedics wore masks and gloves, as did the policeman.

When Nick coughed again because his throat was tickling, all three of the men looked at him and stared with slightly fearful _expression_s. He tried to ignore them and avoided looking back as he passed but couldn't help feeling disturbed by their behaviour. People on the train had avoided him when they noticed he was a little sick too, Nick remembered.

He worried about it and thought...'What if it's not just a cold?'

But then he pushed the worry aside.

He continued walking up the street, past a coffee shop that was closed for the first time that he'd ever seen. There were a few shops that were closed, but when he came to the pharmacist, the place was busy; packed with young and middle-aged women in the feminine hygiene aisle, cosmetics section, and crowding the medicine counter. Every woman in the shop was wearing a skirt, usually the older women wore longer skirts, but there were a few women in their thirties and forties wearing miniskirts that they didn't appear to be accustomed to wearing – as Nick realised from their nervous behaviour – as they fidgeted and pulled down at the hems of their miniskirts. He saw that the two young women in their early twenties that were in the shop wore tiny super-short skirts with very ragged hems that appeared as if they'd been cut short with scissors in a hurry. Nick walked slower as he noticed the same embarrassed manner and flushed faces on all of the women, but especially the two women in their early twenties.

It made him wonder, and Nick's cock began to stir to erection in his pants just looking at those two young women. It was certainly turning into a good day, Nick thought. The sound of an ambulance siren screaming by distracted him, but the ambulance wasn't from the previous traffic accident at the intersection. During the rest of the walk to the school, Nick heard many ambulances go by in both directions along the main road. In the distance, he sometimes heard other sirens as well.

He kept walking while looking up and down the street, and finally it occurred to him that during his entire walk from the station, he hadn't seen a single high-school girl even though he was now only a block away from Kita Girls High School.

Was the school open today, or had they decided to close for the day?

How serious was that virus scare anyway?

The young man glanced about nervously up and down the tree-lined street with it's trendy shops on each side, but he didn't see any sign of men in white bio-chem contamination suits. Generally, everything seemed sort of normal, but people were acting a little weird. Was the whole story about the North Korean virus attack just a rumour?

Confused by the slightly surreal oddities of the morning, he kept walking up the street until finally he came in sight of the gates of Kita Girls High School. Nick's dick began to stir a little more to hardness again as he thought about the many cute and sexy teenage girls who attended the high school, as well as the fact that he was the only male staff member. The school was filled with women teachers, and every other member of the school administration was female. When he'd first started at the school, they'd been kind of cool, seemingly polite, but not particularly friendly. He'd been the first male teacher at the girls-only high school since the old head of Maths Department had retired six months before Nick had started working there.

He took a deep breath, stood a little straighter, and walked in through the open gates into the school grounds. The time on the clock was just a few minutes to eight, so he was quite early. The usual background noise of the school was much less than the usual morning, but Nick still hoped to see some students around. The young man glanced about as he strode towards the main building, and spotted a small group of the female students to his left, sitting down on the circle bench that surrounded the big old cherry-blossom tree. The girls were half obscured and facing away from the entrance, so Nick only saw them from the back. There was more noise of students in that direction too, because it was near the playground and Morning-Meeting area.

Funny that there aren't any students hanging near the main gates this morning, Nick thought.

He reached the genkan entrance-way to the main building and stopped when he saw the sign taped to the wall next to the glass doors.

In big handwritten Japanese kanji and hiragana, it basically translated as;
IMPORTANT NOTICE TO ALL STUDENTS

Please take one of these leaflets, read it carefully

and take home for your parents to read

On a small wooden table in front of the sign was a cardboard box filled with leaflets.

Curious, Nick picked up a leaflet but stuck it in his pants pocket, planning to read it later on. Maybe when he had the time. Behind him he heard the tapping foot-steps of a large group of approaching students, with a few giggles and chatter, but suddenly the voices went quiet. Nick turned to see why, and saw a dozen 18-year-old girls trying to sneak past him with their eyes avoiding his, and their faces flushed with embarrassment as they held down the hems of their incredibly short skirts.

The sight of so much bare skin, since the girls legs were completely bare, and the very high-heel shoes that all the girls wore, gave Nick an instant hard-on. His cock swelled in his trousers so fast that the young male teacher worried that he might cream his pants. Since the group of teenage girls seemed to be trying to avoid being noticed by him, and were so obviously embarrassed by the briefness of their little skirts, Nick decided to greet them and embarrass them further.

“Good morning!”, he said loud enough it was almost a yell.

The female students nearly jumped in surprise, but quickly turned to face him. Each girl was using both of her hands to hold down the hem of the tiny skirt that she wore...and their skirts were only scarcely long enough to cover their panties – if they were wearing any. Their manner only attracted more attention to what they were trying to hide. Plus they were all blushing hotly, and had the most strangely sexy _expression_s; licking and pursing their lips in apparent frustration at something. The girls looked fantastically sexy doing that too. Nick's cock swelled further, becoming a full erection that blatantly was tenting the front of his trousers. He hurriedly pulled down the edge of his sweater to cover the bulge and blushed as well.

“Uh...good morning, Niku-sensei”, several of the girls replied with sexy and sweet voices.

Nick nodded, feeling his balls tighten. 'Act normal...everything is completely normal' he told himself under his breath, remembering Mr Nagai's orders to him.

“Hmmm...good....”, he mumbled, “Take care...see you later.”

The dozen or so teenage girls bowed to him, and then hurried into the building. Nick watched them for a moment, as the girls tapped into the genkan on their high-heels while still holding down the hems of their fantastically short little skirts. Then he decided to follow them in as well, despite how embarrassed they were behaving. After all, he reminded himself, he had to act like everything was completely normal. He felt faint though as so much blood was racing to his now raging hard-on.

The genkan entrance-way of the main building was a wide spacious area divided by into two halves; the same concrete ground as outside the building where arriving students and teachers still wore their regular shoes, and the raised wooden floor that showed where the inner part of the building started and normal outside shoes weren't allowed to be worn. Japanese schools followed the same rules as Japanese homes and temples; regular shoes were never worn inside the buildings. At Kita Girls High School , the genkan area of the main building had tall wooden shelves covering most of the back wall, where the arriving students and teachers would store their shoes and usually exchange them for slippers that they wore inside the building. Many of the teachers had their own slippers, but the students wore cheap plastic ones with the school insignia on them.

Nick followed the group of girls into the genkan entrance-way, trying to tell himself...act normal, act normal. Pretend that everything is completely normal.

The teenage girls were so busy trying to hold down the front hems of their tiny skirts that they never even realised that their actions pulled up the skirts at the back. The skirts were so short anyway, that being only scarcely crotch-length at the front (just barely covering their pussies), meant that they didn't quite fully cover their rounded bottoms anyway. The lowest part of their ass-cheeks peeked out under the back hem of every skirt, enough so that Nick got an eyeful of seeing naked skin and glimpses of bare ass-cheeks, and could see that none of the girls were wearing panties. None of them.

He felt faint. His dick hardened painfully.

Teenage girls began taking off their high-heeled shoes as they stepped onto the raised wooden part of the floor, and were bending down to pick up their shoes. Tiny skirts rose up on the backsides of a dozen teenage girls as they bent over to pick up their shoes, and Nick could see bare...naked...girls ass-cheeks...and glimpses of a dozen pussies. Nick's dick was no so hard and his balls felt so tight that he nearly came in his pants at the sight.

The blushing and extremely embarrassed girls hurried to put on their indoor slippers, their faces turning red with shame because they were getting more turned-on and hornier as they involuntarily flashed their pussies and bottoms at the handsome male teacher. Nick was blushing too, because he now had such a rigid erection that the front of his trousers looked as if he'd shoved a salami down them. He completely forgot about trying to hide it by pulling his sweater down again.

As the teenage girls started hurrying away towards the hallway, Mrs Terada, the school principal, came striding down the hallway. Her loud “Good Morning!” demanded respect for her authority from the arriving group of girls. As was the strict rule of Japanese high-schools, the female students had to stop and greet her back with a formal “Good morning, Terada-sensei!”.

The dozen or so girls all bowed at once, as a group, towards the elderly woman. It was force of habit, taught and instilled into every Japanese student since kindergarten. Mrs Terada was a very important person at the school, so the girls had to bow very properly to show respect, and they did so with their hands at their sides as they were supposed to. With their super-short skirts, this resulted in all the girls flashing their naked asses and pussies at Nick because he was still standing behind them in the genkan. He hadn't even taken off his shoes yet...

Act normal, Nick kept trying to tell himself, act normal...there is absolutely nothing unusual happening today....this is all completely normal...

He started coughing again, and covered his mouth and looked away as he did so. It was partly a ruse so that Mrs Terada might not notice that Nick had been staring at the girls when they bowed. His face burned hot, and he knew that it wasn't all just because of the slight fever that he thought that he might have. By the time Nick stopped coughing and looked up again, the group of teenage girls was gone and Mrs Terada was walking towards him. The grey-haired female principal's _expression_ wasn't easy to read. She seemed to be frowning, not very happy that Nick was there, but at the same time she looked worried about him as well.

Nick rubbed his face with one hand and greeted her with a short bow.

“Good morning, Mrs Terada”, he said, trying very hard to maintain a poker face.

She frowned more, but then said, “Good morning, Niku-sensei....It's good that you could come in today. Mr Nagai called me last night and said that you sick yesterday and he wasn't sure that you could come to work today.”

Nick coughed once, and nodded.

“Um...Yes...”, he replied, trying to remember how to act, “Yes, I was sick yesterday....Especially last night. But I'm better today...much better.”

The elderly woman frowned again, but nodded as if she'd come to some decision.

“Good...”, she said, “Could you follow me please, to my office. It's very important.”

Nick nodded, and tried not to think about the school-girls he'd just seen who had no panties on. It wasn't helping. He blushed thinking that she must be able to notice the huge bulge in his pants. Mrs Terada turned and started walking away obviously expecting Nick to follow her, so he hurried to change his shoes and put on the slippers that he wore in the school-buildings. The principal stopped to wait for him, and then together they started walking towards the hallway, and to her office.

The woman's manner was so serious that Nick hardly dared to speak a word, as they walked down the hallway past the open doorways of mostly empty classrooms. Nick sneaked a glance into some of the classrooms that were occupied, seeing the usual numbers of female students who would normally be chatting, and putting their school-bags at their desks, sharpening pencils, brushing their hair, and doing all the little things that female students usually would do...

...except that this morning, the chatting girls voices were muted, quieter, sounding frustrated, worried, somehow “needy” in tone, and were tinged with far more sexiness than Nick usually overheard....

...and in every classroom that he passed, if he saw any girls at all, they were all blushing and flustered. In one classroom, as he walked by the open doorway, Nick spotted two female students kissing passionately, arms wrapped around each other, both in teeny-tiny little skirts that were too short, one girl caressing the other's bare backside as her girlfriend's skirt was lifted by her action.

Nick almost tripped over his own feet as he couldn't help staring. When Mrs Terada glanced back at him, the young man mumbled about still being a little feverish and tired. After that he tried harder to pretend that nothing strange was going on, and that he wasn't noticing anything unusual at all. Even when he noticed a panty lying on the floor, with an obvious wet spot at the crotch. Mrs Terada paused to pick it up as if it was just one of those things that you often see around a girls-only high-school. Like dropped pieces of paper or something.

Sure, Nick tried to tell himself, it's perfectly normal...you often see wet panties abandoned and lying around on the floor at a girls high-school....

At the next classroom, Mrs Terada walked in and simply dropped the wet panty into the trash-bin. The several girls already in the classroom hastily stood up and greeted her with a “Good morning, Terada-sensei”, but blushed almost scarlet when they saw that Nick had walked in behind the school principal as well. One of the girls quickly tried to hide behind one of her friends, and Nick realised that the girl was naked from the waist down; there was a short black skirt on a desk nearby with a pair of scissors lying on it. Nick put two-and-two together and figured that the other girls had been cutting her skirt a lot shorter, maybe to match everyone else.

All of the other female students were trying to hold down the hems of their ridiculously tiny skirts. Beautiful feminine thighs, knees, and calves were bare and uncovered. That was when Nick noticed that a few of the girls weren't wearing slippers, but were standing tip-toe on naked feet, with their heels high off the floor. Nick's cock became now so hard that he worried that any moment he might cum in his pants.

Probably none of those cute girls is wearing panties, he thought, Oh God this is getting to be too much....act normal...act normal....

“Everything is normal...teenage girls are always dressed like that....”, Nick told himself, not realising that he'd spoken out loud enough for Mrs Terada to hear.

“Niku-sensei? Are you okay?”, the principal asked him.

She glanced down at his crotch momentarily and blushed, her eyes widening a little.

“Uh...Yes, everything is okay”, Nick replied, taking a deep breath to pretend calm, “I'm fine. Um...just still have a slight fever...but I'll be okay.”

The young man tried not to show that he'd noticed her look at his crotch, as he pulled down at his sweater again. It didn't cover the erection very well, and probably brought more attention to the bulge in his trousers.

Mrs Terada frowned, and looked at his groin again, and blushed again, her cheeks turning rose-pink, but said, “I know you can't help it, Niku-sensei....it's just the virus, neh?”

The grey-haired woman blushed more, but smiled.

“Yours is very big, isn't it?”, she commented, with her eyes glancing back down at Nick's bulging groin.

Nick was stunned. It was the last thing that he'd ever expected to hear from the grey-haired female principal of Kita Girls High School to say. He felt his face grow hot, not sure how to react. Glancing at the female students in the room, he realised that all of the girls were staring at his groin, but they blushed more brightly when they saw that Nick had noticed where their eyes were looking. Some of them just couldn't seem to stop staring at his crotch, though.

“Um....Yeah....I suppose”, Nick finally answered Mrs Terada.

He shifted uncomfortably embarrassed and pulled down at the sweater again to cover the blatant tent in his trousers.

Mrs Terada glanced back down at the bulge, and then looked back at the female students in the classroom who were trying not to be so obvious about what they were all interested in...but kept looking anyway, with increasingly flushed faces. For a moment, the principal seemed split by indecision, then Nick heard her whisper to herself, “...it must be the virus...it's even starting to affect me...”

Then suddenly, Mrs Terada said, “We better go to my office, Niku-sensei...”, she glanced back at the watching teenage girls, “Try your best, and don't be late for Morning-Meeting.”

The principal walked out of the classroom, and Nick belatedly followed. He stole one glance back at the girls in the classroom as he left the room, but the girl who wasn't wearing a skirt was still hiding behind her friend. They kept looking at him though. As Nick caught up with Mrs Terada in the hallway, he could hear the students whispering and giggling.

“...Niku-sensei's penis is very big, neh....”

“Grandma liked it too...”

Girlish giggles.

“...I couldn't stop myself looking at the big bump...”

“Me too!”

“Oh, too hot inside...I wish that I could stop dripping so much!”

More giggles echoed from the classroom as Nick and Mrs Terada walked away down the hallway.

Recalling again what Mr Nagai (Nick's boss at NKG) had ordered, Nick tried not to think about how weird everything had become this morning.

It's nothing strange about it, Nick tried to tell himself, the girls here aren't doing anything unusual...they've always acted...well....dressed like....little horny sluts!

Oh gawd!, Nick thought, What the hell is really going on today?

Walking next to him, Mrs Terada suddenly asked, “What's wrong?”

Nick guessed that he must've spoke aloud.

“Oh...nothing...I just....”, Nick stammered, “I was just thinking that high school girls seem to...um...dress...”,

Mrs Terada frowned, but waited for him to finish.

Act like it's all normal, Nick reminded himself with sudden worry. He wasn't at all sure what to say, but thinking quickly that he had to pretend everything was normal, Nick wondered whether he should act slightly delusional. The virus maybe was affecting him, would be his excuse if she didn't fall for it.

“....well...that they always wear such tiny skirts in Japan...”, Nick said, then noticing Mrs Terada's thoughtful frown, Nick added, “...I was wondering whether that was for health reasons...like...well...they've always dressed in such tiny skirts, neh?”

Nick tried very hard to keep a straight face as he said that. Especially as it sounded really idiotic. Like...come on...as if he hadn't noticed any differences!? But Mr Nagai had said to pretend that everything was normal.

Mrs Terada's frown deepened, then turned to worry as she studied Nick's face. She seemed to think that he'd gone mad, but Nick acted all innocent as if he'd said nothing wrong at all. He was never a very good liar though; he could feel his face burning hot. Nick's throat was started tickling like crazy, and a moment later he was caught up in a fit of coughing and had to cover his mouth a handkerchief.

“Sorry about that”, he said when he'd finished coughing, “Still have a bit of a cold, neh?”

Mrs Terada was looking at him with a very worried _expression_, and suddenly reached up and put her palm against Nick's forehead.

“You're hot...I think you have a fever”, the principal commented, “After this meeting in my office, you should go the school nurse.”

Nick nodded.

“Yes, I'll do that”, he said, “Honestly though, I'm feeling much better than yesterday.”

At least his erection has gone back down, Nick thought with relief.

They continued walking, and finally came to school administration section. The elderly secretary, Mrs Narita, greeted Nick warmly as he and Mrs Terada went by, and soon Nick was ushered into the principal's office. Mrs Terada sat down in the big chair behind her desk, and waved Nick to sit as well. The office was a large room, and would've been spacious except along every wall there were shelves filled with bric-a-brac, photos, books, files, flowers stuck in vases. There were lots of flowers. The window behind her desk was curtained, allowing in plenty of light, but not allowing any view.

After Nick sat down, Mrs Terada sneezed into a tissue, looked somewhat embarrassed, and then leaned forward with a serious _expression_.

“Thank you so much for coming in today, Niku-sensei”, she said, “Particularly as you're sick today too.”

“That's okay, Mrs Terada”, Nick demurred, and coughed, “But, I'm not as sick I was yesterday, especially last night. I feel fine, honest.”

In truth, Nick was feeling worse, but he'd figured that the cold - if it was a cold - wasn't so bad that he couldn't struggle with it, and work anyway.

“That's good”, the female principal said, “I was very worried, but if you've been exposed to the virus already, it probably isn't going to make much difference now.”

“The virus? Oh, that virus...”,. Nick commented, “I only heard a little about that on the news last night.”

“You saw news about the virus attack on TV?”, Mrs Terada asked, her _expression_ a mixture of surprise and relief.

“Well, yes...”, Nick mumbled in a small lie, “Late at night.”

Well, Mr Nagai had told him to pretend everything was okay and normal. Nick didn't really know what was going on, but what difference did it make if he heard about it on the radio or the TV, or from Mr Nagai.... It didn't matter much anyway, did it?

“I'm glad that you saw it on the news last night”, Mrs Terada said, “There was nothing about it in the newspapers this morning. The government doesn't want too many people to know what the virus symptoms are, and I was afraid that you might not know. The Ministries of Education and Health have been trying to avoid causing any panic, I've been told.”

She opened one the drawers in her desk, took out a thick plastic folder, and placed it heavily on the desktop. Then she opened the folder and began leafing through the pages. Nick noticed that most of the pages looked like printed copies of web-pages. They were all in Japanese, and despite his fluency in speaking Japanese, his reading ability wasn't even good enough to read a newspaper. Mrs Terada found the pocket filled with copies of the official letter that she'd received from the Ministry of Education, and passed one copy to Nick. The young male teacher picked it up, but could only tell that it was very official-looking letter. He'd need a dictionary to read it properly.

“This is a copy of the letter that I received last night from the Ministry of Education”, Mrs Terada told him, “Copies of it have been included in an information package that we've sent to all the students' homes and the other teachers . It's only right that you have a copy of the letter as well.”

“Oh...okay”, Nick replied, making a show of pretending to be able to read the letter a little.

Mrs Terada then said, “It's fortunate that you saw the news about the virus, so you'll understand the problems that we have to deal with at the school. It's a very hard problem for the students. Poor girls.”

Nick just nodded with an “Uh..uh” in agreement.

The female principal sighed, then said, “I've talked with the other teachers about what we have to do until the virus problem is cured. Also the infected students' mothers have helped this morning with many preparations. Our policy will follow that of the Ministry of Education, keeping the school open, and trying to keep to the normal lessons. Do you understand?”

Nick nodded. He was trying not to start coughing again.

Mrs Terada continued, “Good...but we have one major problem...one of of the girls at our school has to be given special treatment...she has the worst case of the virus infection.”

“Oh...that's worrying...how bad is she?”, Nick asked.

Mrs Terada blushed, and looked away in embarrassment before replying, “Um...I was told that she is...well....having a difficult time...and she'll be getting a lot of...mmm...special attention...”

Atsuko

Atsuko was so out of it from the multiple orgasms that she'd gone through that she didn't notice that the mini-bus had stopped until the doors were opened and she felt herself being lifted to sit up. Even as other girls were helping her to sit, she felt hands caressing and groping her big boobs under her school blouse, and the vibrator still humming in her pussy. There was a popping sound as two buttons broke free from her blouse and hit the side of the mini-bus. Atsuko looked down and saw that now she was showing some cleavage as well as the top buttons of her blouse were gone..

“Cum on A-chan!”, Rie told her cheerfully, “We're at school!”

Rie was one of the girls groping Atsuko's tits under her blouse.

Atsuko looked around and saw that the mini-bus had stopped right in front of the school gates. All of the other teenage girls were waiting outside on the pavement, blushing furiously as they glanced around nervously, standing in very high-heels and holding down the high hems of their tiny black skirts with both hands. None of the girls wore their usual customary big white socks, so they were unwillingly displaying the entire length of their shapely long legs. They all looked so very cute and sexy to Atsuko.

“Do I have to get out here?”, the beautiful teenage girl asked.

“Yes you do”, Rie whispered in her ear from behind, then said out loud to the others, “Finger her pussy....she always has to follow everywhere whoever is doing that to her. Her big sister told me that trick.”

“No...please...”, Atsuko protested as thoughts of being guided around everywhere – even in public – made her pussy quiver inside.

“Oh...no...It's the virus that makes you want to do that to me...”, she said out loud enough for the other girls to hear, “Please...don't do that to me in public...it'll make me cum!”

The last part she didn't want to say, but the words just popped out.

But her protests only inspired Mayumi to lean into the mini-bus to remove the plastic vibrator, and push in one of her own fingers into Atsuko's wet pussy. As Atsuko tried to plead, Mayumi finger-fucked her and gently drew Atsuko out of the mini-bus and out onto the street. Atsuko discovered the same helpless inability to pull away as before. It was so humiliating.

She moaned with growing understanding of her situation, not even noticing that she'd spoken her thoughts out loud, “..it's not fair....the virus is making you all want to do this to me....it seems to want you all to turn me into your favourite sex-toy...making me orgasm all the time....taking away all of my clothes bit by bit...”

The girls giggled as they surrounded her, helping Mayumi to guide Atsuko to the school gates, touching her and playing with her bottom and breasts, pinching her nipples, and kissing her. She felt smothered in sensual attentions, and it kept her so hot and horny that the half-naked teenage girl stayed on the verge of another orgasm, excruciatingly close but not quite crossing over. Atsuko suspected that it was also the increasing effects of the virus keeping her so hot and horny all time. It was like torture through intensity of sexual pleasure.

Mayumi commented as she finger-fucked Atsuko's sodden pussy, “She's so incredibly WET!...The virus is really making her super-horny now! Poor A-chan...she's past stage-6, that means she's going stay horny like this permanently from now on...wow!”

“Her bottom's hot too...”, another girl said, caressing Atsuko's rounded ass-cheeks, “...and so round....I think the virus is making her sexier and making her boobs bigger.”

Girls gathered closer feeling up Atsuko's boobs and making comparisons.

“Yeah....her boobies are much bigger than before!”

“Can I play with her pussy?”

“Of course you can!”

Different fingers were shoved deep into Atsuko's cunt, the more energetic finger-fucking made it difficult for her to walk properly, but she was being half-carried by the molesting hands of all the other teenage girls that clustered tightly around her. Atsuko panted heavily and rapidly, feeling utterly helpless to stop the constantly lascivious hands that seemed to touch her everywhere. Hands being pushed up her blouse made more of the buttons pop off, flying away out of sight, and Atsuko tried to protest but all she could do was whimper at the humiliation.

The virus was making it more difficult for her to resist by the second, she realised, it was even making it harder for her to vocally protest what the other girls were doing to her!

As the group of girls entered the school grounds, Atsuko caught glimpses of more girls running towards her to join the crowd that surrounded her. Hands reached through to touch her, caress her backside, circle delightfully around her nipples. Some hands roughly tore open her school blouse so that all of the remaining buttons went popping off in every direction so her breasts were exposed more to the open air and lecherous touches.

“Take her blouse off!”, someone cried, “She doesn't need to wear clothes anyway...!”

Atsuko wanted to protest, tried to voice any kind of complaint, but the words caught in her throat, turning small, and she realised that the virus wasn't even going to let her protest anymore at the sexual attention any louder than the smallest of voices. She whimpered in frustration, as hands pulled her arms back and her white cotton blouse was stripped off her, leaving her totally nude and without a scrap of clothing to cover her. She didn't even have a school-bag to hide herself!

She climaxed violently and loudly as her total nakedness sunk in, but even as she was going off like a firecracker outside in the school-grounds, some of the stronger girls picked up her thrashing and shuddering body and carried her through the entrance into the main building. Somewhere along the way, Atsuko's high-heeled shoes were removed too, stripping the beautiful teenage girl of her very last vestige of any kind of covering...even for her feet.

Suddenly she was put back onto her feet, and dazedly stared around the crowd of sexy girls in tiny skirts that still clustered about her, no longer touching her so blatantly, although somebody was still finger-fucking her pussy.

There were whispers of warning among the girls, “Be careful....It's Niku-sensei...he shouldn't see...”

There was girlish giggling and nervous whispers.

The young man known by everyone in the school as Niku-sensei was a handsome blonde foreigner, tall and muscular in just the right way, and secretly many of the girls and female teachers lusted after him. The handsome male teacher was walking down the hallway towards the crowd of sexy short-skirted high-school girls with a somewhat dazed _expression_ on his face, but he frowned for a moment when he looked up and suddenly noticed the girls. His face was flushed and it looked like he was perspiring a lot as his eyes stared at them, looking them all up and down, lingering longer on their bare legs and teeny-tiny short skirts.

“I think Niku-sensei is infected too!”, one girl whispered loud enough for the others to hear.

Atsuko clenched her hands and unclenched them, unable to move them in front to cover her nudity. She worried that any moment Niku-sensei would see that she was naked.

“What are you girls doing?”, Niku-sensei asked, “You should be going to Morning-Meeting....”

Suddenly the girls who were standing in front of Atsuko moved aside, letting the male teacher see her nudity completely.

“We...we...were taking Atsuko to the...”, one of the girls stammered, “Um...yeah....”

The young man stared at Atsuko, his eyes wide in surprise, then he seemed to wrestle himself under control. He was sweating profusely now, looking flustered, blushing, and the bulge that tented the groin of his trousers looked huge to the girls who couldn't help staring at it. Niku-sensei coughed, and kept staring at Atsuko's pussy and tits.

“Okay....yes...but you should take her to Morning-Meeting”, the obviously flustered male teacher told them, “That's where you should all go....”

“Yes...we understand Niku-sensei”, the majority of the teenage girls replied.

Atsuko was blushing head to toe - bright and hot - as she stood there on tip-toe, feet apart invitingly, naked, unable to cover herself, while behind her out of sight of the male teacher, a girl still had her hand between Atsuko's thighs and was finger-fucking her pussy. She bit her lip and felt as if she was going to either explode from the mad lust that was making her burn inside, or die from embarrassment and shame from being stark-naked in the school hallway, with her body openly on display to the only male teacher in the whole school. She squirmed in vain to avoid the thrusting finger that was playing in her young cunt, blushing hotter still at the thought that Niku-sensei might be able to see what was being done to her.

Mayumi said to her, “Let's go A-chan...we have to go to Morning-Meeting!”

She was grinning with glee at the thought of taking Atsuko back outside again. The other girls giggled, and they all clustered around her again, hiding from Niku-sensei that Rie had her finger deep inside Atsuko's cunt from the front now, and was leading the naked teenage girl in this way towards the entrance way. Girls caressed her bottom, but refrained from groping her boobs too much as they seemed intent on hiding their molestation of Atsuko from the young male teacher.

That gave Atsuko a faint hope that the other teachers would stop what the girls were doing to her as well...unless...the female teachers were infected by the virus too...

When the big group of girls reached the entrance-way, there was a delay as all of them began putting their shoes back on, and putting their school slippers back on the shelves. At the same time, girls took turns keeping Atsuko occupied, molesting her and fingering her, not for a moment giving her any respite from having at least some type of sexual groping. Mostly they took turns fingering her pussy; that seemed to be a constant activity because it got the most obvious response from the naked teenage girl.

Atsuko tried to protest at this treatment, but wasn't able to say much more than whimpers, mewling sounds, and frequently unfinished pleading with “Please....”

The words 'stop' and 'don't' were both seemingly banned from her vocabulary by the virus, and her pleading was starting to sound increasingly like a sexual invitation for the others to fuck her even more.

She realised with worry that the things that she intended and wanted to say were being either blocked by the virus. or...worse still....were starting to be changed to a begging for more sex! As if she hadn't enough already!

The girls began leading Atsuko out, when she felt her bare feet touching the concrete floor and remembered that she hadn't put her shoes on.

“...um...my shoes....”, Atsuko said, “I haven't got any shoes on....”

Kumiko was finger-fucking Atsuko's pussy at that moment, while another girl was groping Atsuko's right breast.

“Shoes?”, Kumiko glanced down at her naked girlfriend's pretty feet, then looked back up at her beautiful face, “You aren't allowed to wear shoes anymore, A-chan...they count as clothing.”

“But...we're going outside...”, Atsuko moaned, feeling close to climaxing any moment, “...and my blouse....can I have my blouse back?”

“No”, said Kumiko simply, and ignored the rest of Atsuko's pleading as she started fucking her with two fingers.

Atsuko begged, “Please...I can't go out without shoes on....”

But everyone just ignored her complaints, as they led the naked girl out of the building, only stopping to wait as Atsuko hit another orgasmic screaming session that made many of the girls listening practically cream themselves in sympathetic mini-orgasms. The girls around her kept the shuddering teenage girl from falling down, as Kumiko continued to finger-fuck Atsuko's cunt openly in front of the hundreds of girls who were standing in orderly rows for the Morning Meeting on the main square of the school grounds. Atsuko came to dreamy awareness to notice that she was being half-carried, half-led towards the raised wooden stage at the front of the entire school assembly of hundreds of teenage female students.

To be out in public like this in front of so many people, naked, and being molested like this...!

Atsuko started blushing like a rose from head to toe, but the shame and humiliation were turning the teenage girl on hotter than ever before. Her thighs were slippery from the wetness that flowed from her pussy as Kumiko continued to finger-fuck her and rub her excited clitty. Her nipples were pinched and her big breasts caressed by the girls that were half-carrying her and half-guiding her towards the front of the school assembly. Even her rounded bottom was being caressed, pinched and groped, as her classmates led the naked teenage girl past the standing rows of female high-school students. She felt every eye was upon her, and when she dared to look, it seemed that every one of the students there was watching Atsuko being led naked towards the podium. Watching as sexual things were done to her even as she walked with her heels high off the ground, because she found herself having to walk on only the toes and balls of her bare feet. It was a stance that made her look even more erotic, but Atsuko couldn't stop herself walking like that.

“Please....”, Atsuko begged her friends.

In her mind, she begged and tried to say, 'Please....not here...in front of all these people..'

But instead she heard her own voice come out small and cute and too sensual. More like an invitation than a protest...and with a shock, she heard herself say, “Please...here...in front of all these people...”

“That's what we're planning, A-chan!”, Rie whispered hotly in her ear, “...we can't help it...the virus wants us to turn you into our little sextoy...you said so yourself...we're going to make you cum and cum all day long.!”

Atsuko was so close to another climax that she felt her pussy quiver and shudder inside in a little mini-orgasm at Rie's hot words. Seeing their naked captive's reaction to Rie's sexy whispers, the other girls giggled, and cried, “She likes it, neh?”, while they continued to keep the naked teen erotically stimulated and guided her towards the raised wooden stage. Some of her girlfriends were inspired enough to shower their little sextoy with kisses on her cheeks, and nibble Atsuko's ears as they lustfully held her close.

“Ha, A-chan! You look so cute like this!”, Mayumi said out loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, loud enough that her high voice echoed and that everyone in the school assembly heard her words, “The virus is making us all want to do this, but isn't it great that it wants us to turn you into the little sex-pet of the whole school...! I mean, we have to all fuck you and keep you orgasming all the time...and the virus wants us to love doing it too!...and we have to keep doing it EVERYDAY and ALL THE TIME or it'll get even WORSE!”

Hundreds of high-school girls sighed as they looked at Atsuko with lustful desire and desperation, and remembered the words of their friends and sisters and mothers; that they would have to sexually molest and fuck Atsuko, and ensure that she orgasmed repeatedly as many times as possible, otherwise their own Eroticon Virus symptoms would become more extreme and worsen to the next stage. To all of them, what Mayumi had said made perfect sense. They whispered to each other in agreement, unconsciously reinforcing the belief among their friends, and all began to come to the same conclusion. Even the female teachers, watching and listening, their thoughts disturbed with worries about the Eroticon Virus infection that they were certain was already changing their minds and bodies, spoke with each other in hushed voices and came to the same conclusion. Nearly a thousand young women who firmly believed that they were infected by the virus (or that their friends were and that they themselves soon would be), blushed with shame at their own lustful thoughts as they looked at the naked teenage girl and came to the same inescapable conclusion.

Atsuko saw that conclusion written into the faces of every girl who looked at her with lust and desperate need. She saw that even though they blushed with embarrassment and shame, they devoured her naked beauty with their eyes, and she and they all knew that what Mayumi had said was true. The naked girl looked down to avoid their eyes, her whole body burning hotly with shame, while her pussy quivered and flooded inside in response to that inescapable conclusion. And it was a conclusion that was emphasized in it's true reality by Kumiko's fingers thrusting in and out of the naked teenage girl's slippery wet pussy so obscenely, while her other classmates played with her tits, and played with her body however they desired because the virus wouldn't let her avoid them or resist their sexual molesting of her...

Feeling emboldened while she caressed Atsuko's tits, Rie said that inescapable conclusion out loud enough for everyone in assembly to hear, her voice sexy and cute despite it's loudness, “You know, A-chan...because you've already gone past stage-6...it's permanent now...you're never going to be like you were before....you have to stay this way, naked all the time and as the sex-pet of the entire school...and we're NEVER going to let you wear clothes ever again...we have to keep making you cum again and again and again...never stopping....not even when you sleep...not even when go down the street...or onto a bus...or anywhere you go..and as the virus spreads...soon every young woman and high school girl in the whole of Chukyo City will want to keep you this way...orgasming and being made love to...always naked...and always being played with...kissed...licked...touched....fingered....FUCKED...by every teenage girl and young woman that you ever meet....and everytime we make you orgasm it makes us feel good too...so we want to keep doing it...and the virus won't ever, ever, ever let us stop!....and because the virus makes us want to keep making you orgasm...makes us want to keep making love to you and fucking you....and makes us feel so good everytime you orgasm...makes us feel so good everytime we hear you cum...makes us feel so good every time we smell it on you...we won't want to stop...we won't want a cure....we'll want to keep doing it....because it feels so good to make you orgasm again and again and again....and you're going to be the sex-pet of every woman and high-school girl in Chukyo City....and we're never going to let you be cured ....because the virus is making us want to keep you this way...”

The hot sexy words and the realisation that everything that Rie said was true, and the look on the face of every teenage girl in the assembly as they looked at her, even on the faces of the female teachers and female school administrators...that they all agreed with what Rie had said...and accepted it...and that it was all true..

It was all too much for Atsuko...

....she came..

HARD

...and kept on cumming....

Eroticon Virus (Part 4)

Andy had set his alarm to wake him up very early so that he could complete the next part of his hoax. Quickly he got dressed and turned on his computer and printer, then he printed out another two hundred copies of the fake Ministry of Education letter. The teenager put them in his school-bag with the hundred copies that he'd already made, then went downstairs as quietly as he could. Even more quietly, Andy opened the front door, and left the house. A few minutes later, he was riding his bicycle and half-freezing in the chill of early morning. The teenage boy's breath was puffing white mist into the air and leaving a fading trail behind him as he pedalled and rode as fast as he could go. He travelled along the narrow streets, and over the occasional small bridges that crossed concrete-sided streams. Each street was lined with small houses, with sometimes tiny shops on random corners, until he reached the main road of Kitamura-dori.

Kitamura-dori was a wide road, two lanes either way, which by Japanese standards made it seem huge, but particularly in outer suburbs like Kitamura. On both sides of the street there was numerous shops and businesses, as well the street was lined with trees on it's wide pavements. As Andy pedalled along the street, every shop he saw was closed, and nobody was walking anywhere. The street was deserted except for him.

It took nearly fifteen minutes for the teenage boy to get to Kita Girls High School, but he felt invigorated and wide awake by the time he got there. Hastily, Andy parked his bike against a sign-pole across the road from the school then looked up and down the still peaceful street warily. He definitely didn't want to be seen, but at this early hour there were very few cars on the road, and nobody was out walking nearby. It was a chilly morning too, and his fingers felt half-frozen by the cold air of the bike ride. The teenager ran across the road, then as rapidly as possible, he half-jumped and half-scrabbled over the tall school-gates.

Once inside, Andy set to work. He sneaked around the school grounds, and found a small table, a cardboard box from the garbage, and some sheets of slightly tattered paper. Very quickly, he set up the table, and had filled the cardboard box with the printed copies of the fake Education Ministry letter, but it took a lot longer to carefully write the sign in Japanese. He'd already planned out what he would write, but wasn't used to drawing kanji-characters with a big felt marker.

When he'd finished, Andy gave out a loud sigh and hurried back to the school gates. Getting back over them wasn't as easy as climbing into the school had been in the first place, he unfortunately discovered, as he jumped up and missed his grip on the top of the high steel gates. As he fell back down, the teenager came down too hard on his right foot and sprained his ankle very badly. The pain was enough that Andy yelled in agony, and he worried that he might get caught, but no security guard came.

Now with a very sore ankle, it seemed to be nearly impossible for the teenage boy to jump, and trying to climb over the tall gates looked to be practically impossible for him. Andy realised that if he didn't get out, being found on the grounds of a private girls high school would get him into a lot of trouble. If he tried to hide somewhere and wait for the school gates to open, he risked being caught as he sneaked out. If he waited until classes had started, he'd end up getting to his own school very late, and he'd still get into a lot of trouble.

Thinking it through, the teenager said, “Oh shit!”, as it sunk in; it didn't matter what he did, he was going to be in trouble with somebody!

“I'm doomed...”, he said out loud, but then another thought occurred to him...

Maybe this was an opportunity.

He was a horny teenage guy stuck in a girls high-school, and it was the high school that very cute and sexy Atsuko attended.

Andy also recalled that every time her friends had come around to the Momoyuki family's house, he'd wanted to perve on them because they were all hot-looking babes like Atsuko. He also remembered that Kita Girls High School had a reputation for pretty female students; guys would often boast how they'd love to get into the panties of the Kita Girls. Andy had even fantasized about what it would be like sneak into the school and perve on the girls – this then was his chance.

“Yeah! Fuck it man, I can have some fun!”, Andy exclaimed to himself out loud.

Just then, he heard the sound of a group of women approaching, and the _meta_llic rattling of keys. It sounded like the women were walking on the pavement just on the other side of the high wall, and they were walking towards the school's gates. Hurriedly, while gritting his teeth in a grimace of pain, Andy limped away to hide behind the big old cherry-blossom tree that faced the main square of the school assembly area. There were bushes and flowers that surrounded the old tree at it's _base_, with a circular wooden bench going all around the whole lot. The teenager crouched down among the green-leafed bushes out of sight, and watched as a surprisingly large number of women arrived in a group outside the school gates.

Andy guessed that they were the teachers and administration staff, but was surprised that they were there at this time of morning; it wasn't even seven a.m. yet.

“Geez...they start early”, he muttered to himself.

The teenager stayed low, as the gates were opened and the two dozen women walked into the school grounds. Only the two older women wore slacks, Andy noticed, but the rest wore skirts and dresses. Miniskirts and sexy little dresses were the most common _style_ worn by the majority of the female teachers. Andy's prick began to swell as he appreciated them, because most of the teachers were very attractive women in their twenties.

“Geesuz!”, Andy whispered in wonder, “Even most of the teachers at Atsuko's school are babes!”

He watched most of the group of women enter the main building, but some of them went in other directions instead. A couple of the female teachers went into a big storage shed not far from the school gates, coming out only moments later carrying a big wide roll of green plastic and a toolbox. They started fixing sheets of the green plastic to the gates in such a way that people on the street wouldn't be able to see into the school grounds when the gates were closed. Since it seemed that the two teachers would be there awhile, Andy gave up on the idea of sneaking out that way.

Other than those two women, the others had all gone inside.

Andy carefully crawled backwards and then through the bushes on the other side of the cherry-blossom tree. The smell of the many colourful flowers was overpowering, like somebody had sprayed the garden with perfume. He peeked about for a moment to make sure nobody was likely to see him, then sneaked along in a low crouch while limping (Geez, it hurt!) towards a smaller building. He didn't want to go into the main building because most of the teachers had gone in there; it was too risky that he'd run into one of them, or be spotted somehow.

There were two smaller buildings, one was attached to the main building at right-angles to it, the other was opposite the main building and parallel to it on the other side of the square that formed the assembly area. Andy supposed from it's appearance that it was the sports hall as it had wide double doors and high windows, although the roof was flat. That was the building that he chose to enter. Luckily he found that one of the doors was already unlocked.

The teenager very stealthily stepped inside and looked around at the genkan entrance area that he'd found himself in. There was a hallway that went both to his right and left from the genkan, but Andy immediately noticed the odour of chlorine coming from the right. He took off his shoes, and carried them in his left hand as he silently treaded down the hallway to the right. The first door that he came to, Andy opened and went in; it was a changing room with lockers along the walls, and two open doorways.

The air was moist and the chlorine smell was stronger. He went through an open doorway to his right and discovered the showers. There were no stalls, instead there were shower-heads and faucets along both walls, with no privacy at all. His dick stirred with imaginings of what it must look like in there with the room filled with naked teenage schoolgirls washing themselves, soaping white suds on their lovely nubile bodies...

“What a sight that would be..”, he sighed, almost tempted to have a wank and fantasize about a sex scene involving him and all those naked girls.

Andy wandered back to the changing room and through the other doorway. When he turned the corner, the teenager saw the huge pool. It was lit only by the light that came through the high windows, but as Andy surveyed the layout of the vast room with his eyes, he saw that there was a long ladder up one wall that led upto a gantry. The gantry went along the length of that wall. It would be a good hiding place as long as no-one looked up, and if he was careful, they still might not see him.

“Lucky bitches”, Andy commented, “They have their own pool. Our school doesn't have a pool.”

He limped to where the long ladder went up the wall, and tried to work out how to get the lower section to come down so that he could climb it. Fortunately there was a rope tied up nearby that was used to pull the ladder section down. He untied the rope and pulled, and then with a little difficulty due to the pain in his ankle, but with stubborn determination, Andy climbed the ladder. The teenager figured that he could hide up top on the gantry, and watch all the cute girls in the pool when they came..

“I hope swimsuits don't hide much when they were wet”, he said, thinking out loud.

Andy settled down to make himself comfortable, using his school-bag as a pillow. Then he idly played a game on his cellphone to pass the time until the girls arrived - if they arrived. He really hoped that they did. Maybe he'd get a few good pictures too with his cellphone camera. So, the teenager lay on the gantry half-asleep much of the time, while wondering what _style_ of swimsuits the female students wore at Kita Girls High School.
School Nurse, Miyuki Yami

It wasn't until eight a.m. that morning that Miyuki got the call from Mrs Terada to come into work that day. Normally it was one of her days off, as the cute and busty nurse only worked part-time. She was still going through university, and the nursing job at Kita Girls High School was something that she did for pocket money; her parents paid for the rest of her living expenses.

The regular full-time and professionally trained school nurse was Mrs Taeko Yamada., and there was one other part-time nurse who helped out on the days when Miyuki was off. So, the call from the school principal, Mrs Terada, asking and pleading for Miyuki to come into work that day was highly unusual. Just bad luck and unfortunate timing; Mrs Yamada, the official full-time school nurse had been sick since the day before. All attempts to contact the full-time nurse that morning had so far failed too. Miyuki had tried to call her a few times, but Mrs Yamada wasn't answering her telephone.

Miyuki had expected that the other part-time nurse would be filling in, but according to the school principal, the other woman had fallen victim to some bizarre virus and had no way to get to work except public transport. Miyuki couldn't understand how a virus would make it difficult for the other woman to travel to work even though she wasn't actually bed-ridden. Actually the whole story of the North Korean sex virus had seemed improbable to her, but Miyuki wasn't going to be impolite enough to tell the principal of Kita Girls High School that the virus story was probably just somebody's joke, or a hoax. The pretty second-year medical student frowned and shook her head at the silliness of the whole concept, as she tidied up the school infirmary and got everything in order for the day ahead.

Mrs Terada had given Miyuki one of the “information packages:” about the so-called “Eroticon Virus”, but the young nurse still had her doubts though she pretended and went along with the school principal's policy on the matter. As she tidied up the infirmary, she picked up the “information package” and gave it another quick perusal. She half-considered tossing the whole thing into the trash-bin. Viruses, as far as Miyuki knew and had learnt so far, were not capable of mind-controlling people, and the whole crazy idea of a virus that made girls horny and wear sexy miniskirts was too much like some hentai comic-book fantasy. The only thing that stopped Miyuki throwing out the whole thing was the copy of the letter from the Education Ministry; that alone sowed the seed of doubt in the young woman's scientific scepticism...

She was about to drop the “information package” into the trash anyway when the telephone rang; it was Mrs Terada, the school principal. During the short conversation, the principal informed Miyuki that “Niku-sensei” was going down to the infirmary. According to Mrs Terada, the handsome male teacher was displaying symptoms of the virus infection. Fever, flushed appearance, perspiration, frequent blushing and embarrassment...and a huge constant erection.

Miyuki tried not to giggle when she was told this, and had an awfully difficult time trying to keep her voice serious as she'd talked to the female principal. The older woman kept mentioning her worries about the young male teacher, that the virus was having such a distressing effect upon him, and she kept mentioning how impressive and BIG the bulge in Niku-sensei's pants was. By the time that Miyuki got off the phone, her imagination was running hot and her panties were getting damp. Niku-sensei really was handsome in her opinion, and the other women at the school often talked about the good-looking foreigner. He was blonde, with dreamy blue eyes that were fascinating for any Japanese girl used to only seeing brown or black oriental eyes. It was well known that gaijin men had bigger dicks than Japanese men, but the way Mrs Terada had described it, “Niku” had something special.

Miyuki giggled to herself. Nick McCafferty's name among the female teachers and schoolgirls was Niku-sensei, and in Japanese “niku” meant “meat”. Maybe she'd have the chance to find out for herself if it really was as big as the other women fantasized.

She blushed at the thought.

“I'm too shy”, Miyuki said to herself out loud, “I could never act like that....but what if Niku-sensei was convinced that I had the virus? I could come onto him then, and he'd think it wasn't really me but just the virus affecting me....”

Her panties were getting wetter as she was thinking about it, and Miyuki blushed even as she considered doing it for real.

The chance might never happen again, she thought.

Miyuki rubbed her thighs together as she wondered what it would be like to act that way with the handsome young man. The idea was making her hot inside. It would be like playing out a fantasy, with practically no consequences to worry about. Niku-sensei probably didn't have anything physically wrong with him anyway; Miyuki had enough experience with men to suspect that the reason the young man had a constant erection and flushed appearance had more to do with the flirty way the female teachers were carrying on this morning. She hadn't seen any of the students yet, as none were around when she'd arrived at work, but the female teachers, particularly the younger ones, were playing up the whole “I'm infected with the virus” act – probably just for an excuse to dress in shorty miniskirts for the day.

Maybe they had the same idea that she was having, Miyuki suspected.

Thinking about that, the young nurse made her decision; she was going to play that fun game too, and she could always claim afterward that she couldn't help herself.

She giggled.

Realising that Nick could be coming within the next minute or two, Miyuki hurried to get ready for her act as “sexy-nurse-driven-mad-by-lust”. She quickly removed her pantihose and panties (which she was embarrassed to notice were soaked through with her lubricant), and went to her locker to get the spare nurses uniform. For a moment she paused with scissors in hand ready to cut the dress hem short, but then told herself that she had a good excuse. Miyuki lay the dress flat, then roughly cut a wide swathe of cloth off the dress, then tidied up the edge by trimming it further.

She stripped out of her regular uniform, and took off her brassiere as well. Then put on the shortened nurse's uniform. It was still fairly conservative, Miyuki thought, as she considered the way the hem reached half-thigh. So, she took off the white dress and sliced another wide ribbon of cloth from the bottom, and put it on again. This time, she blushed at how tiny it looked, so daringly short that some of her black pubic hairs were visible.

“Oh....I forgot that”, Miyuki criticized herself for her silliness.

She very nearly backed out of her plan then.

To shave off her pussy hair seemed to be going too far. Really to shave it off? All of it? She'd have to shave it nice and smooth to be convincing. The urge to shave off all her pussy hair - just for the game, she rationalised - made her itch 'down-there'. Fortunately, the infirmary was well stocked and had everything necessary.

Worried about the time she had left, Miyuki took off the white dress again. As rapidly and efficiently as she could, the young nurse trimmed the hairs on her pussy to almost nothing, lathered up the area with soap and water, then shaved it all off. Knowing that she had to do a thorough job, Miyuki didn't stop until the skin of her mons and on either side of her pussy-lips was as smooth as a baby's bottom. It stung a little, but by the time she was dressed again in the white uniform dress that she'd cut so indecently short, everything was feeling nice.

Miyuki went to the other waiting room to see how she looked in the mirror, but walked in only just as Niku-sensei entered the infirmary.

“Uh...Good morning”, Nick said in greeting from the doorway.

For a moment his eyes seemed to nearly pop out of his head in surprise as he saw how the school's junior nurse was dressed. Miyuki blushed and tugged down at the hem of her uniform. She felt that it wasn't covering much, and her legs were completely bare. She felt the cool air on her shaved pussy, her cunt-lips tickling with wetness. She blushed again thinking about her lack of underwear.

“Good morning, Niku-sensei”, the pretty nurse replied, “Mrs Terada told me that you had a fever.”

Nick nodded, but his eyes kept looking down. He was staring, Miyuki realised suddenly, not just at the shortness of her uniform, but directly at where her pussy was. As if he could see it!

She blushed and pulled down at the high hem of the dress again, but at the same time, Miyuki's pussy grew hotter and her cheeks burned. This whole act was making her so HORNY! The nurse struggled not to wriggle as her cunt quivered inside with increasing need.

“Um...yeah...hai..”, Nick agreed, “Just a little hot...I was sick yesterday, but I'm feeling better today.”

“Any unusual symptoms?”, Miyuki asked, trying not to pay too much attention to the visibly growing bulge in Niku-sensei's pants.

Nick coughed, and blushed, but answered, “Coughing, a high fever yesterday, and sometimes feeling faint.” (Miyuki didn't know it, but Nick was describing his symptoms so far that morning)

“Yosh....Let's give you a proper check-up then”, Miyuki said, as she blushed hotter at the thoughts of what kind of 'check-up' she'd really like to do!

That bulge in Niku-sensei's trousers was becoming VERY interesting. She had trouble trying not to look at it all the time.

“Cum this way...oops...I mean cum this way”, Miyuki added, embarrassed by the sexual way she'd kept saying 'come' unintentionally.

'Being around this handsome man while I'm dressed like this is really distracting me', Miyuki thought, 'But I think that I cut the dress too short.'

She tugged at the hem of the white uniform as she led the young male teacher into the next room. The dress was so short from the way that she had cut it, that it felt to Miyuki like her pussy might be almost showing. Miyuki kept pulling down at the hem worried that she'd cut too much off. Her wet pussy-lips were tickling, as they felt so exposed to the air....and the young woman felt a little trail of wetness starting to go down her right inner thigh. The feeling of exposure and the way the wet dribbling tickled her was making Miyuki even hornier.

In the next room, Miyuki asked Nick to sit down then she gave him an electronic thermometer to put under his arm. She was still too embarrassed by the shortness of her uniform to sit down herself, so Miyuki stayed standing as she leaned over the desk and wrote notes on the medical report form. Her ass felt extremely exposed the entire time, making the nurse blush hotter.

“So...um...Niku-sensei?”, Miyuki commented, “I'm a little surprised that you came to work today...un...with everyone else worried about that virus.”

Nick looked distracted, his face definitely flushed, but Miyuki thought it more likely that it was from arousal and his usual shyness, than the 'Eroticon Virus'. The huge bump in his trousers testified to that, she was sure. Thinking that how turned the handsome man was by her own appearance, Miyuki blushed and grew wetter between her thighs. He must really like her.

Miyuki giggled at the thought, but smiled at Niku-sensei.

“Yeah, uh...”, Nick mumbled, well aware of the busty nurse's long lovely legs.

“Hmm...It should be ready now, Thermometer please”, the pretty junior nurse said.

Nick took out the thermometer and gave it to her. She copied down the reading, with some surprise. The young man really did have a high fever. 'If he was better today, like he said, then he must've been in an awful way the previous day!', Miyuki thought, 'Poor guy, but he's such a hunk!'

Miyuki glanced again at the big bulge at Niku-sensei's crotch in a flirty way, and then tugged down at the hem of the cut-off white dress as she stood up. Nick's eyes immediately started focusing on her crotch before he looked back up at her face with a blush that made his ears turn red too. Miyuki loved it and thought it was cute.

'Oh my,' the young nurse thought, 'He's so delectable! I could just eat him all up...the way he acts like that...! He must really like my “uniform”'

Miyuki tried to act a little serious, but her voice was sensual and flirty as she spoke.

“Well...um...Niku-sensei?”, she said, “You do a have a high fever just now, so I suggest that you rest here awhile. You should lie down on the...um...bed...and relax. Maybe while you're here...we can get...you know...acquainted.”

Miyuki blushed crimson as she said this, surprised at her own daring. She'd never been so forward with a guy before...but it was fun!

She walked over to the high bed against the opposite wall and patted it in a friendly manner.

“Cum here”, she told him, “...and...I'll make sure that you're comfortable.”

She giggled at Niku-sensei's _expression_ as he stood up and climbed onto the high bed. He was looking at her like he couldn't believe she was serious. Miyuki giggled again, as the young man lay down; the way his trousers bumped up at the groin, it looked like his manhood was huge!

'He's much bigger than any of my boyfriends', the young nurse thought.

Then she excused herself and went into the waiting room to pretend that she had something to do. In truth, the young woman was nervous. Despite feeling so horny and wet that she was almost ready to jump him, Miyuki felt so shy about what she planned to do that she had to get her courage up. Besides, did she really plan to go through with it, or should she just tease him? Plus, Niku-sensei honestly did have a fever, and there was no doubt that he'd caught some illness or other.

Not for a moment did the nurse consider that it was the 'virus'..

Maybe he just caught a cold virus of some kind, Miyuki supposed.

His erection though, it was so tantalizing! Niku-sensei was definitely well endowed by Japanese standards – and he was good looking!

In the waiting room, Miyuki went to the water-cooler and poured herself a drink. She was suddenly very thirsty, which wasn't surprising considering how 'wet' she was. The insides of her upper thighs were slippery with her pussy's lubricant – embarrassingly so! The nurse ached with heat and need too, squirming as she remembered Niku-sensei's 'big' response to her revealingly too short nurse's uniform.

Through the window nearby a few metres away, Miyuki could hear Mrs Terada's voice on the P.A. System calling everyone to order for the 'Morning Meeting'. On a whim of curiosity, the nurse went over to the window and looked down at the gathered hundreds of schoolgirls who were already lined up in formal rows, filling the square for the assembly. There were cries from some girl down there, just out of sight but being brought closer, and the sound of those cries was so incredibly sexual. Miyuki felt the heat inside her burn hotter and wetter suddenly at hearing those orgasmic cries, and her cunny quivered.

“That can't be what it sounds like...”, she murmured to herself.

Soon though, a dozen schoolgirls came around the corner, half-carrying and half-guiding a beautiful girl in the centre of their group; a beautiful girl who was totally nude – she wore not a single scrap of clothing, nor any jewellery, and her feet were bare - she didn't even have shoes on despite being outside.

Miyuki watched and stared in dumbfounded shock as the girl's friends were not only bringing her along naked, but they were doing sexual things to her as well. It looked as if one girl was leading, and at the same time had her right hand playing with the naked girl's pussy! The others fondled the naked girl's breasts, kissed her, and touched her in lovely sensual ways; molesting every part of the naked teenage girl's beautiful body.

Miyuki couldn't take her eyes away from this nude schoolgirl and what her friends were doing to her. The young nurse was equally stunned that the teachers were allowing this to happen. Why didn't anyone step in and stop this?

Just watching the scene, Miyuki began panting in burning hot arousal, and she felt herself clench inside, wanting to be filled and touched...

She listened as first one of the nude girl's friends, then a second one, each said hot, sexy, naughty words to their delightfully and sensually tortured victim while they continued with their friends to stimulate her. The hundreds of teenage girls listening to this seemed to be about to swoon in delicious empathy with what that naked girl was going through, and appeared all too willing to encourage it.

When the naked girl shuddered and began screaming out in the throes of a long series of powerful climaxes, Miyuki felt herself shudder in wonderful empathy. The nurse moaned as her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed to the floor by the window, while outside she heard many other female voices responding in the same way. The orgasmic cries of teenage girls echoed across the school grounds and off the buildings just as joyful release made the nurse quiver and shake her pelvis in sympathy with those other feminine voices.

Never before in her life had she experienced such a powerfully moving and emotional moment.

Miyuki struggled back to her senses and eventually stood again, half pulling herself up by gripping the window ledge, then she stared outside at the sight of dozens of schoolgirls that had collapsed among the several hundred that were there. The naked girl was still being brought to climax after climax in fairly quick succession, loudly crying out and making quite a spectacle. Her friends had to struggle to get her up the stairs onto the wooden stage at the front of the assembly, as the girl was thrashing so much, but they seemed very pleased with themselves.

Then the school principal, the grey-haired Mrs Terada, who was standing at the podium and observing all this waved the group of schoolgirls to help the naked girl to stand. Mrs Terada's cheeks were rose-coloured, and she had a little smile as she turned back to look at the assembled hundreds of teenage girls before here. The school principal then waited as the schoolgirls who had collapsed were helped to stand by those around them, until everyone was in order again.

At that moment, Miyuki felt the lightest touch of masculine fingers on the inside her left thigh, sliding upward slowly caressing in tiny circles that tickled and set off little sparks of burning hot need in her wet pussy...

The young woman mewled as she bit her lip softly, and closed her eyes.

The fingers slid further, closer and closer to her feminine centre, and she was embarrassed as they came upon the slippery wetness that was trickling down her thighs...the sure sign of her intense arousal...

“I couldn't stand the teasing any longer”, the deep masculine voice said behind her, “You're enjoying this aren't you?”

Miyuki opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the handsome blonde gaijin man, and thought how nice it would be if he was her boyfriend. Nick smiled at her like he was the cat who'd found the cream, as he slipped one finger along Miyuki's soaked cunt-lips. The young nurse panted, and was tempted to just slide against him and let him have his way with her – but then she remembered what was happening outside. Embarrassed for the poor naked schoolgirl who was being paraded around out there, Miyuki suddenly didn't want Niku-sensei to see what was happening. It didn't seem right, not yet anyway...

...but maybe later...

“Cum on”, Miyuki said, slightly embarrassed but then feeling cheeky about the flirty way she'd said the word, “Let's go to the bed....it's more comfortable there...”

Nick smiled mischievously, his face still flushed with fever, but right then it was his cock that ruled. He could ignore being sick for awhile, especially with the large breasted and sexily dressed junior nurse so obviously available. He shook his head.

“No”, he replied, grabbing hold of her, “Let's do it right here!”

Miyuki gasped, and couldn't hold back any longer either. Her cheeks flushed pink, as she thought about how naughty it was. To have sex right there in the waiting room of the school infirmary. The door was still open, so anybody walking past in the hallway would be able see!

Nick turned them both around, and quickly lay the sexy morsel of a young woman down on the floor, with her thighs parted. Her smell was intoxicating to him, and he wasn't going to hold back very long. Before Miyuki's astonished eyes, the handsome foreigner went down with his head between her thighs. She'd expected him to fuck her, not this! Nobody had ever done this to her before!

His rough tongue began sliding up and down her wet groove, stimulating Miyuki to writhe at the ticklish sensation in her nether regions. He licked her clit, pulling back the hood, then a finger was inserted into her, while Nick started licking her delicious wet pussy, running his tongue around her clit, but never quite letting her climax. Instead, the young man savoured her, enjoying every moment, prolonging the pleasurable delight until the young nurse was humping, her pelvis rising upto the air, as she groaned and mewled.

Then Nick turned the focus of his attention elsewhere, caressing the inside of her smooth thighs, lightly kissing from the soles of her feet, up behind her ankles, inside and behind her calves, behind her knees and on their inner sides, and slowly upward along her inner thighs, until he almost was – but not quite – touching that hot place where her body was begging most to be touched...then he would start over again on the other leg.....

He did this to her three times along each leg, then blew circles of slow hot breath and tickled her with faster cool breaths, up each leg's insides where his tongue and mouth had gone before. Miyuki panted, burning with the hot lust this handsome man was building in her, feeling as if he was deliberately playing with her body like she was a musical instrument, her squeals of hot desire and begging were the music that he sought. The young nurse was equally stunned at Niku-sensei's skill, as if he knew every part of her body better than her.

When finally Nick could not restrain himself any longer, he pulled down his pants and slid his manhood into Miyuki's welcoming hot pussy, so warm and satisfyingly tight. The way she squirmed and writhed, and inner muscles quivered and played with him, Nick had a hard time holding back. His natural sense of chivalry that the woman must come first was the only thing that kept him going. Fortunately, the young nurse took little time to climax; she was already so close, that the the first shove of Nick's thick shaft had very nearly taken her over the edge.

She tried not to scream out, and usually she had always been able to restrain herself before...too shy to let the neighbours or her parents hear...but this time, Miyuki found she was unable to hold it in.. Her mouth opened and she began crying out in ecstatic joy, moaning, then yelling as she climaxed repeatedly in quick succession.

At last, the young nurse lay there on the floor, with Niku-sensei lying on top of her. Both were exhausted, but Miyuki still felt the horny hot need burning within her. Tired though she was, the young woman wanted to do it all over again.

Nick slowly looked up, admiring Miyuki's sweat soaked cute face, her flushed dishevelled appearance, but then noticed the time.

It was nine a.m.

Damn, he remembered, he had a class to go to!

Not caring about his own fever, or worrying too much about the girl that he'd just fucked very nearly into a stupor on the floor, Nick rushed to put his pants back on. He was out the door with a quick goodbye, and not even leaving a phone number before Miyuki realised that he was going. She opened her eyes just in time to see his departing back as Nick ran out the door. Cum was drooling down from her love-hole, and she still smelt his sperm on her.

Then she sat up.

He hadn't used a condom.

Like most Japanese women, Miyuki wasn't on the pill.

But it had been the best sex that she'd ever had.

“I wonder if he'll marry me?”, she asked out loud to the otherwise empty room.

Her parents who were very conservative would probably never approve, but Miyuki sighed when she thought about the sex. It took her a long time to get her act together, to stand, and start tidying herself up. The wet pool on the floor, and the cum that dribbled down the inside of her thighs reminded her with warmth inside of what she and Niku-sensei had been doing there. She pulled down at the hem of her cut-off uniform, and brushed back her hair with her hands. Then got a wash-cloth to wipe the floor with, soon cleaning up the visible evidence. Except the cum that still dripped from between her thighs.

Miyuki was about to do something about that, when she caught sight of her reflection in the tall mirror on the opposite wall. Her long legs with shapely smooth thighs looked real good with the white uniform dress cut so short. Especially the way her full breasts pushed out and stretched the fabric on her chest. She knew that she was cute, but in the too short dress, it was like “Wow! Sexy!”. It was incredibly short, so short in fact that Miyuki could see her smoothly shaven girl-slit.

The nurse tugged down at her uniform somewhat embarrassed to be revealing so much, but the white dress' hem wouldn't go down any further. Her shaved girl-slit remained exposed and very visible. With a hot crimson blush, Miyuki realised that the whole time Niku-sensei had been in the infirmary watching her, he'd been seeing her shaved pussy on display like this. Taunting him, teasing him, and now embarrassing her with hot warmth inside and all over.

It made her so horny, just thinking about it!

Miyuki tried again to pull the hem down, but it was no use. She'd definitely have to get changed before anyone else saw her dressed this way. The nurse smiled to herself though when she thought of Niku-sensei seeing her dressed this way again. It made her so hot thinking about that, and what he'd do to her...

Blushing, Miyuki giggled, and then once again remembered that she still had pussy juice and man's cum dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

'Can't let anyone see that', she thought.

The junior school nurse went to the examination-cum-office room again, thinking about tissues to wipe herself up with, and wanting to put her panties back on. She opened her locker and took out her regular uniform that she'd been wearing earlier that morning, lay it on the high bed nearby, and took out her panties as well. They were stained in the crotch with her previous excitement, so Miyuki took out a clean pair instead; glad that she always kept some spare clothing items in the locker for emergencies.

As she took off the cut-off uniform dress that she'd been wearing, Miyuki's mind wandered to thoughts about the erotic and bizarre stuff that Mrs Terada had told her about the virus that was supposed to be going around. She shook her head at just how unbelievable it was, and how gullible some people could be. The nurse was proud of her good education and scientific mindset, and her natural scepticism about silly things such as a 'virus' that was claimed to be able to force young women and teenage schoolgirls into wearing tiny-short skirts without underwear...

“I only dressed like this because I was just pretending”, Miyuki spoke her thoughts out loud, “But how could they believe it? Mrs Terada is so well educated, she was top of her class at Keio University, and what about Mrs Murasaki? She's the head of the Science Department!”

“Just because the story of the virus is all over the Internet”, Miyuki went on as she stripped off the dress and dropped it onto the bed, “...doesn't make it true! That letter from the Education Ministry...well, it does look real...”

She picked up the fresh cotton panties about to put them on....

“...but what about the way those girls were acting?”, she asked herself in confusion, “The whole school...Nearly every girl down there was wearing tiny super-short skirts today!...and they ALL seemed to be embarrassed about it! Like they didn't want to...”

Miyuki started to lift her right foot to put it through one of the leg-holes in her cotton panties....

“A lot of them weren't wearing panties either!”, she exclaimed in memory, “All of those girls who had fallen down...NONE of them was wearing panties! Maybe the whole school is like that...”

She stopped, suddenly aware that her foot wasn't going through the leg-hole but was frozen in mid-air. Miyuki frowned in confusion, and tried to put her foot through the leg-hole again, but nothing happened. Her foot refused to move and her hands wouldn't let her put the panties on either. She tried again, and then with her muscles tensed from the effort, but nothing happened. Miyuki began to get very frustrated and confused by this, while pushing down a nagging thought in the back of her mind; a worry that she didn't want to think about...

But the thought kept rising up again...

It's very hard to NOT think about something when you're really trying NOT to think about it.

Miyuki was trying very hard NOT to think about being unable to wear panties, because Niku-sensei was infected – maybe by the virus – and therefore maybe she was infected....and that might mean she couldn't put on panties...

....and she kept trying NOT to think about that...

...and how horny it made her feel if she was unable to wear panties.

That Education Ministry letter made the virus seem real too.

Suddenly the telephone rang.

Miyuki let it ring as she stayed stuck with one foot raised above the panties that she held in her hands, frozen and unmoving. The leg-holes of her panties impossible for her to put her foot through...

Finally she dropped the panties and answered the telephone.

“Moshi-moshi”, she said, “This is Miyuki Yami.”

The other voice on the line was familiar but unexpected. It was the school's full-time nurse, Mrs Yamada. She sounded very distressed, and was audibly panting on the phone.

“Miyuki?”, the woman said, “It's Taeko...um...Sorry I couldn't answer the phone earlier, but...I have a problem...It's very...embarrassing. I think that I've been infected with the...Eroticon Virus...because I can't put on any underwear...oh it's so humiliating...I can't wear any of my slacks either, but I don't have any dresses or skirts! What am I going to do?....The only dresses I ever wear are the nurses uniforms at the school!”

As she listened to this, Miyuki glanced down at her own shaved pussy, then at the panties that now lay on the floor. The panties that she had tried and tried again to wear - but could not – and inside her pussy melted with delicious warmth and need....

The young junior nurse remembered the way that she'd acted that morning, with Niku-sensei, and she blushed. Maybe, the way that she'd acted wasn't as much of her own free will as she'd been thinking it was...and all of Miyuki's little doubts about the virus' real existence began to blossom.

Her pussy was soaked in moments, hot as ever, while the nurse blushed hotly as she imagined never being able to wear panties ever again, of being forced to dress in a tiny nurse's uniform like she'd worn that morning, and the mind-blowing sex that would likely result...and not being able to resist because it was the virus forcing her to be this way....

“Oh no!”, Miyuki exclaimed to the woman on the phone, “I think that I have it too...!”

Inside, her pussy clenched and the young woman shuddered with her intense arousal....

Democratic People's Republic of Korea

Deep in the heart of the nation that many simply call North Korea, the Great Leader and Father of the People had called a meeting.

“...tell me more about this virus reported in that Japanese city”, the Great Leader said, smiling his little smile.

General Kim Il-Sun nodded stiffly, and replied, “The news began spreading on the Internet in Japan last night, but so far the reports of this 'virus attack' and claims of our involvement have not yet been reported in the mainstream Japanese media, except by a single radio-station. This is odd, in my opinion, considering that the news of the virus in Japan has been reported by other international media organisations outside of Japan...”

“But our ship wasn't involved in such a mission, was it?”, Great Leader asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“That was not their team's mission”, replied General Il-Sun, “They were only there to conduct tests on the possible dispersion of a bioweapon attack, there have been several missions like this over the years, routinely they use genetically modified influenza viruses with non-lethal symptoms...but....”

“But...?”, Great Leader asked, smiling.

I was not a nice smile.

“But...Doctor Min Kun Pak, well known for his genius in virology and genetic modification was with the team this time”, General Il-Sun told him, “His speciality was the study and application of RNA in viruses to transfer memories....he had been conducting research into this subject for the past ten years.”

“Yes, I know all this”, Great Leader replied, “So are you suggesting that he conducted an unauthorised test?”

“I say it's possible”, General Il-Sun commented, “He was a radical at times, but we gave him leeway due to his brilliance...and he is one of the few who could create a virus with anything like these fantastic 'mind-controlling' symptoms that have been ascribed to this virus. He was also well known for his love of teenage schoolgirls as well.”

Great Leader leaned back in his chair, then more seriously asked, “What about the more 'fantastic' elements ascribed to this virus? Are they possible?”

“Do you mean the anagathic qualities? The retardation of the ageing process, and also the claims that it can make women more beautiful? Give men bigger dicks and turn old men like me into young studs?”, the General asked then answered himself, “Oh, I'd hope so...According to our expert analysis though, the answer is probably 'No'....but Doctor Min Kun Pak was a genius of a very special kind....it should be impossible, but...everything else, the teenage schoolgirls, the Japanese hentai elements....the man was a big fan of Japanese cartoon porn...and his wife, well, she's in her forties but looks only seventeen!”

Great Leader sat up straighter then leaned forward.

“So...There is a small possibility that we could be _link_ed to this virus anyway”, Great Leader said, “Therefore we must officially deny involvement and actively seek to destroy any real evidence of our possible involvement. At the same time, this virus story would be very useful politically, if we allow our own people to know that we were behind it, and can do it again, it will increase their morale...It would also give us a strategic political tool if we encourage the spread of this news and plant fake evidence of our involvement...while of course, continuing to officially deny it.”

“Two seemingly contradictory things”, the General commented, “The capitalist intelligence services and governments will be very confused by this, and sleep very poorly.”

“Exactly!”, the Great Leader exclaimed, “Also one other thing...Obtain samples of the Eroticon Virus – if it exists – and immediately arrange that research begins in duplicating this work. If the virus does exist, we will make more of it....If the virus does not exist, then we will create it....then release it upon the Japanese people anyway!”

“Very good! I will personally ensure that it is carried out”, General Il-Sun said, then saluted.

“Good...Also, one more thing”, Great Leader said, while wiping his glasses with a handkerchief, , “When the next team goes to Japan, to destroy the real evidence, plant fake evidence instead, get samples, and all that....add picking up some more hentai videos to the shopping list. I've finished watching all the last shipment...and...ah...bring back some schoolgirl uniforms this time...but no schoolgirls...we wouldn't that virus running around in this country.”
The School Principal

She'd watched as the cute sixteen-year-old Atsuko Momoyuki was brought to the 'Morning Meeting' naked and practically being made love to, watched as that beautiful girl was forced to orgasm repeatedly, and carried to the stage. Mrs Terada had watched this, and felt her knickers grow wet, and her heart-beat raced, and was surprised by her own apparently 'lesbian' reaction. It felt good. It also surprised her so much that she could feel this way, that the middle-aged woman thought that it must be the Eroticon Virus making her feel this way.

Mrs Terada thought to herself, 'It's the only the virus making me feel this way....it feels so good....I even like it...but the school board and the PCA would fire me in a moment if they knew my true feelings about this...'

Mrs Terada's eyes took in the appearance of the assembled students of Kita Girls High School, noticing the flushed faces, many of them downcast with embarrassment and shame. Their sexual frustration was written all over their faces, and seeing this, Mrs Terada felt a warmth inside and a clenching inside that she had not felt in years. It was a pleasant nice feeling, and she'd missed it since her husband had died.

Next to her, the naked girl was still being caressed and fingered by her classmates, which was very distracting to see, but Mrs Terada told herself that it was a good thing. The Health Ministry report had said so, and all the mothers that she'd spoken to about it, and the other female teachers had also agreed. It was necessary anyway, she knew and told herself, otherwise the virus symptoms would worsen....and...besides, Atsuko Momoyuki was a very cute, sexy, and beautiful girl....and she really should be naked all the time...it's good for her...good for everyone else to look at too...

With an effort, Mrs Terada tried not to smile, put on a serious _expression_., and tried not to think too much about how much she was starting to enjoy all this. It was very tempting to go even further - she could always blame the virus – but she pushed that thought down and tried not to think how her knickers were getting wet with anticipation. She then spoke into the microphone in her most authoritarian tone.

“Those students who believe that they have Eroticon Virus symptoms raise your hands”, the school principal said.

Hundreds of feminine hands were raised. It appeared to be the vast majority, but not all of those students were wearing the tiny cut-off black skirts. The principal listened as the female teachers counted by sections down each line of girls.

“Seven-hundred-and-forty!”, called out Mrs Mitsuyama, the head of the Science Department, “Twenty of them still wearing the long skirts!”

Mrs Terada nodded at that, then announced, “Keep your hands raised...Mrs Mitsuyama? Please check those twenty girls again...more thoroughly this time.”

Mrs Terada watched a sight she'd never seen before, of course today there were lots of things that she'd never seen before, but she watched as Mrs Mitsuyama walked to different female students among the assembly. The teacher would then order each girl to raise their skirt. A couple of girls didn't want to, but Mrs Mitsuyama was adamant, and the girls were forced to raise their skirts; they blushed crimson at the embarrassment of being caught WEARING panties.

Mrs Mitsuyama eventually called out, “Change the total to seven-hundred-and-thirty-eight!”

The school principal nodded at this and then announced, “Keep your hands raised girls...all other students, those not infected, form two lines behind Mrs Mitsuyama.”

Mrs Mitsuyama had already walked to the very back of the assembly, and was standing close to the old cherry-blossom tree. She waved those girls who came towards her to line up in somewhat orderly fashion. Around sixty schoolgirls left the main assembly and over the next minute they formed two slightly ragged long lines behind the serious-looking Mrs Mitsuyama. The woman who was head of the Science Department, and well known for her attention to detail then walked up and down the line checking skirts. Ordering the blushing girls to lift their skirts one at a time, and any who had not shaved were questioned. Any girls that she found who were both not wearing panties and already shaved 'down-there' were sent to wait by the old cherry-blossom tree. The rest were led away out of sight, marching all the way in two long lines. A few girls at the end were making audible “shoo-shoo-popoh-shoo-shoo-popoh” noises in a cute imitation of a steam train as they marched away.

Left behind were several girls who had to wait near the old cherry-blossom tree, four of them were dressed in 'ganguro' fashion with super-short skirts, but those skirts looked conservatively Victorian in comparison to the cut-off crotch-length skirts that most of the female students wore that morning. The usually rebellious students who prided themselves on being 'naughty' and 'daring' didn't look very happy about being outdone by the regular girls; they were visibly miffed and frowned at everyone. Yet, they would stare towards the stage and at naked Atsuko Momoyuki with obvious lust, licking their lips, and making flirty looks. The other three girls in the group wore extra long skirts, but were blushing the whole time.

“By the total count”, Mrs Terada, the school principal commented, “It appears that we have two-hundred-and-sixty absentees today...not surprisingly.”

The principal then reached into a pocket of her baby-blue pants-suit (glad that she could still wear pants...so far), and took out a sheet of paper.

“This morning, while thinking about the difficulties that we would be facing from today”, Mrs Terada said out loud as she got into speech-making mode....but paused...

Hundreds of female students visibly prepared themselves for another boring speech about flowers and gardening. Mrs Terada was well known for such speeches, that were full of symbolism about the importance of education at a girls-only high school. In fact, the grey-haired middle-aged woman had struggled to put the virus into such a speech all morning.

“It became apparent though that some things ....”, the principal went on, “That some things change...I have talked many times about the flowers in my garden, but from today it's important to think of the cherry-blossom trees that are considered the symbol of Nihon, and the more so the symbol of Japanese women and girls....like the cherry-blossom tree that we have in our school...it symbolizes womanhood...and is the symbol of our school.”

“Do you know what flowers really are for a plant? They are the plant's sex organs, and when they blossom it is the plant saying it is ready and aroused for sex...so think about that when you look at cherry-blossom trees, they are making a great display of their interest in sex...and like all flowering plants when they bloom, we think of them as beautiful...and the cherry-blossom tree is considered the most beautiful of all the trees in Nihon.”

“We line our streets and rivers and fill our parks with cherry-blossom trees, and we are happy with their blossoms, we are happy to see them make their beautiful display...a great SEXUAL display...the Eroticon Virus has made such a change in you, the students of this school, and to many of our female teachers as well...the virus that appears certain to sweep through our city, and perhaps through all of our country...is changing us into something like the human version of cherry-blossom trees in Spring....forcing those of you who have been infected by the virus into a great sexual display, arousing you, making you hot inside and making your...pussies...bloom with excitement...your cherry-blossoms may drip with dew, and embarrass you with their display...”

Mrs Terada paused to watch the students reaction and saw that many blushed more brightly, then she continued with her speech.

“..but keep in mind, it's only the Eroticon Virus forcing it's own Spring-Time upon us...and if we are to avoid those symptoms growing more embarrassing and more shameful for us and our families...we must accept some sacrifices, and some compromises...we must accept that it may be a very long Spring the virus has forced upon us, and it may be months, or years before a cure will be found...we must accept that during this long Spring, we will have feelings towards each other, love for each other, sexual feelings for each other, as equally for other girls as well as boys...and this will be natural for us, and can't be helped because it will be the virus making us feel this way.”

“We must accept that until a cure can be found for this long Spring-Time where our cherry-blossoms will drip and bloom...that we must help each other...and we must accept some of the demands of the virus infection, that one girl....Atsuko Momoyuki...be kept in constant sexual stimulation, without rest or mercy...for the virus has infected her with the highest stage of symptoms of any student...and if we do not keep her constantly sexually satiated...the virus symptoms in the rest of us will worsen...as well they no doubt will worsen for her...poor thing...”

Mrs Terada paused again to let this sink in.

“It will be up to all of you to do your own part in this...if you don't want your own symptoms to increase, you must help poor suffering Atsuko Momoyuki to orgasm as many times as possible today...and everyday...until a cure for our condition can be found...of course, you probably won't be able to stop yourselves from wanting to do this anyway, since the virus seems to want us all to do the same thing.”

The grey-haired female principal blushed, her cheeks turning a healthy shade of pink as she glanced at the naked teenage girl being fingered and groped only a metre away from her. It was a very – interesting – sight to see. It made the middle-aged woman's knickers wet just thinking about, let alone seeing what was happening to the beautiful, cute, and surprisingly attractive sixteen-year-old girl.

'Better make sure the students take this seriously too', Mrs Terada thought, 'Scare them a little...besides, it's better to be on the safe side.'

The female principal then spoke again, louder to emphasize her point, “Perhaps some of you think that the Eroticon Virus isn't such a problem if your symptoms worsen...well, for those entertaining such notions, forget them. You've no doubt heard the many ambulance sirens this morning, far too many to be usual. I listened to the news on the radio this morning, and learned that since the appearance of the Eroticon Virus, there has been a dramatic jump in the number of traffic accidents and the number of people suffering heart-attacks and strokes. I have no doubt that this is _link_ed to the Eroticon Virus. Keep that in mind...the infection can be dangerous to you if your infection symptoms become severe enough...and you all now know what you need to do to keep that from happening.”

Mrs Terada took a long deep breath then added, “This is so important for everyone, for the whole school, and also Atsuko's own well-being in the long run, that the following rules will be applied...”

She then went on with the small list of rules that the teachers had prepared in their early morning meeting.

'Poor suffering' Atsuko Momoyuki was about to have a very different sort of day at school.
Atsuko

They told her to stand up, and with effort, Atsuko managed to support herself on her own jellied legs before she'd even opened her eyes. The naked teenager felt the hands groping her body, playing with her boobs, and caressing her between her parted thighs, and whimpered. A little shudder went through her in pleasurable response, and somebody started pinching her nipples causing her to bite her lip and whimper. There were kisses along the nape of her neck. Soft caresses along the insides of her thighs. Hands on her naked bottom and weighing her boobs then massaging them. She slowly came to realise that two or three fingers were still thrusting in and out of her slippery wet cunny, sliding along her groove, rubbing her love-bud, before sliding back in again.

Mrs Terada's voice was echoing around her, and Atsuko recognised the _meta_llic sound of the P.A. system, but the teenage girl also heard that voice close by her, for real. With worried foreboding, Atsuko didn't want to open her eyes, but eventually she did. The teenager looked down and outward at the upturned faces of her schoolmates. The faces of nearly a thousand female students in the 'almost' uniform of Kita Girls High School...most of the girls wore cut-off little skirts that barely covered their pussies. All of them were looking at her, at ALL of her, for Atsuko realised by the feel of the air on her bare skin that she was still naked. Completely naked without a single item of clothing on, not even a ribbon, not even socks, and she was barefoot and raised on tip-toe as well. She glanced down at herself, and saw feminine hands playing over her body, and they felt good...but...she was utterly and completely nude.

On the raised wooden stage.

In front of hundreds of her schoolmates and fellow female students.

She was nude.

Wearing a baby-blue pants-suit, Mrs Terada was standing only a metre away at the podium to Atsuko's right.

Standing there and talking about Atsuko Momoyuki.

Telling the other students of the school about the Eroticon Virus and what they must do to protect themselves.

Atsuko moaned as the sensations of the hands that played with her got too much, and then she blushed – all over – as she saw so many hundreds of girls (who were at least still wearing some clothing) looking at her nakedness...

...and apparently liking it...

Even more so, they were watching with great interest as her classmates' hands molested her everywhere so obscenely and lasciviously.

There wasn't a thing that Atsuko could do about it either – she already knew that the virus wouldn't let her resist.

She mewled and bit her lip as the fingers that fucked her rubbed Atsuko's hard and too sensitive clitoris, then shoved deep inside her again.

Girls pinched her nipples and caressed her everywhere.

They were even playing little circles on her ass-cheeks and tickling her pussy-lips between her parted thighs.

Atsuko already knew that she couldn't do a thing to stop them, because the virus wouldn't let her.

Down the insides of both her thighs, pussy-juice dribbled downward in a slippery wet path to her knees, and was starting to go further still. She was dripping, soaking, and absolutely flooded in her pussy, and so hot for sex it was driving her mad...but she desperately wanted a break too.

The virus wasn't going to give her one, Atsuko knew without any doubt, and it wouldn't let her friends stop either.

'They've got to stop sometime though', the teenage girl thought, 'They can't really be serious about keeping me orgasming....all...the....time..'

She was just about to climax again too at that thought.

Atsuko began panting faster, but tried very hard not to cum...not here....not in front of everyone...

Like she'd done before...

“Oh gaaaaah!..ah...ah...oh...”, Atsuko cried out, unable to hold it back as the climax shuddered through her. Trying to hold in her cries was useless - she knew the virus wouldn't let her be quiet. She tried to keep it in, but her mouth opened and she just had to scream out in sheer joy. Then it didn't matter anymore, as it felt SO GOOD!

“Cum on A-chan”, a girl said, “Time to go to your first class.”

Atsuko opened her eyes, her mind in another post-orgasmic daze, and realised that the girls around her still hadn't stopped playing with her. There was a humming between her legs, and a pleasurable vibration and thrusting. It felt really good. She glanced down and saw that Mayumi was fucking her with a pink dildo, in and out, in and out, in wet sloppy noises, while it hummed on a high-setting. Atsuko tried to move away, but her writhing and wriggling just couldn't avoid it. The girls clustered around her weren't even holding her arms....instead she just couldn't resist what they were doing to her.

“Cum on....we'll keep you going the whole way there”, Mayumi said as she gleefully held the pink vibrator and fucked Atsuko's cunt with it.

They encouraged Atsuko to walk, and she tried, with her heels never touching the ground because she walked only on the balls and toes of her feet, the vibrator continuously being pumped in and out of her sodden pussy. Just walking like that, with the vibrator being pumped in and out of her pussy, was bringing her close to climaxing again. It felt too good, but with everyone else around her, it was making Atsuko blush like crazy because she was the only one naked, and she couldn't stop what they were doing to her.

Teasing her and fucking her with a vibrator out in the open where all the other students could see.

The naked teenager looked around and saw that she was being led across the school grounds to the main building, while hundreds of other students were also making their way to class in orderly fashion, marching to the music that was playing. Only the group with her wasn't marching as they were too busy playing with her instead.

“Please...”, Atsuko tried to plead again, “....please.....where are we going?”

She couldn't say 'stop'.

'The virus won't let me say stop', Atsuko realised, 'It's getting worse...it won't let me say...”don't”...either unless it's...”don't stop”....I think it's trying to turn all my words into begging for more...sex...Oh No! How am I going to ask them to stop if they think I'm begging for more all the time?!'

It was a frightening idea.....it also made her hotter with anticipation.

“We're going to class”, Mayumi told her, unaware of how the naked teen's thoughts were churning with an increasingly hot mixture of worry and arousal.

“...and we're going to keep having fun with you too!”, Rie added.

“I'm being turned into everyone's sex-pet”, Atsuko said out loud.

Mayumi smiled at her and nodded.

“Uh-huh....That's what you are A-chan!”, Mayumi said, as she fucked Atsuko with the vibrator while walking her, “And sex-pets don't wear clothes or need to do anything except be fucked to orgasms all the time...that's your main diet, neh? Sex...all...the...time!”

“It's too much...”, Atsuko begged, “I need...”

“You need MORE SEX!”, Rie cried out with glee, “Neh? A-chan?....because the virus won't let you refuse neh? Say it, you need more sex!”

The teenage girl knew that what Rie had said was true, the virus wouldn't let her refuse or resist. It was probably changing what she wanted to say. That's what Rie was saying, and Atsuko realised it was true. The virus would change anything that she said that was a refusal or denial of sex into more begging for it....

'Oh no', she realised, 'I'll never be able to refuse....everytime I say something, the virus will make me say something that makes me ask for more sex anyway...! I can't stop them!'

“Cum on A-chan....Bet you can't refuse! The virus probably won't let you resist neh?”, one of the other girls said in teasing, “Try to say 'No more please' hmm...try it, because I don't think you can refuse, neh?”

Atsuko nodded and tried, but already knew that they were right.

She tried to say 'no more please' but instead it didn't come out that way....

The naked teenage girl tried her hardest, but said, “More please...”, then covered her mouth in blushing shock that it was TRUE!

The girls around her giggled in amusement.

“Cum on, A-chan”, another girl said, “Try to say 'stop fucking me please', I bet the virus won't let you!”

The naked teenage girl tried, really tried, but said, “Fuck me please....”

Atsuko blushed hotter than ever...

The other girls all burst out in giggles and laughter.

'Oh no!', Atsuko thought in hot shame and turned-on more by her problem, 'Everything I say is being turned into a begging for more!'

The girls giggled even more at Atsuko's intense blush and chatted about how much fun it was that she needed sex so much that she couldn't even refuse it with words. Atsuko blushed, and felt trapped, as the others emphasized her situation by molesting her all the way to the main building's entrance. Once inside the genkan entrance-way, the party paused as everyone took off their shoes and swapped them for the school slippers.

Except for Atsuko; one girl ran off and came back with a wet cloth, and the girls sensuously wiped her feet clean - while continually fucking her with the vibrator - before she stepped onto the wooden floor.

Mayumi never stopped ramming her pussy the entire time, and the sensation kept Atsuko on edge for what seemed like ages, causing her to make mewling sounds through her closed mouth....but she ended up having a little mini-orgasm anyway; shuddering inside with delight and thrusting her pelvis to meet each stroke of the dildo.

The other girls giggled about her reaction and made jokes about it the whole time, even as they started leading her to class again. Mayumi finally took out the vibrator at that point, and one of Atsuko's other classmates, 'Wakana' inserted a finger into the naked teen's cunt, and began to lead her down the hallway. Atsuko wriggled trying to pull away, but Wakana had no trouble at all in slowly, sensually, obscenely sliding her finger in and out of Atsuko's soaked cunny while leading her along the hallway...

The naked teenager wanted to close her eyes and hide somewhere, but had no choice but to go along the hallway, naked, while the rest of her classmates were clothed and enjoying their playing with her. They entered the classroom as a group, but only two of the girls stayed with Atsuko as she was led towards the back of the room. The classroom had desks for forty students, each placed in pairs, forming four rows that were ten deep....but at the very rear of the classroom, the usual pattern had been re-arranged. Atsuko was surprised to see that there was a vinyl-covered black sofa against the back wall.

Most of the girls sat down at their desks as they always did, but they all watched with interest as their nude classmate, Atsuko Momoyuki, was led by Wakana and Rie to the rear of the room. They each sat down, but led Atsuko to sit between them; when she did, her legs parted wide – she couldn't stop it from happening. Worse still, Rie and Wakana each took hold of one of Atsuko's smooth shapely thighs and layed them across on top of their own thighs, so that the naked teenage girl's thighs were parted obscenely wide and her pink pussy-lips were exposed to everyone in the room. The other girls only needed to turn their heads to look...

Rie and Wakana then started playing with her breasts, while at the same time, Wakana inserted the pink vibrator into Atsuko's pussy again. Slowly she started pumping it, fucking Atsuko with the vibrating dildo as the naked teen could only put her hands near her pussy to either side or above, but she wasn't able to remove the dildo or stop the other girl from fucking her with it. With her whole class watching...

“Hey A-chan?”, Rie asked, “Can you say 'Please don't fuck me with this vibrator'? Can you?”

Atsuko bit her lip, and shook her head. She already knew that she couldn't. She knew that anything she said would come out different.

“Cum on A-chan!”, Wakana said, “Try to...try really hard....”

Atsuko tried, in a very small voice, she shyly said, “Please fuck me with this vibrator....”

It still wouldn't come out the way that she wanted to say it!

Rie giggled, while Wakana turned the vibrator upto high, the bass hum shaking and tingling inside Atsuko's cunt as the other girl's took turns fucking her with it, not fast, but slow, emphasizing that they could do it anyway they wanted to...

Suddenly their regular home-room teacher, Miss Inoue, walked in through the open doorway, and closed it behind her. She went to the teacher's desk, and sat on top of it, facing towards the class. Unusually, today, the young and pretty Miss Inoue was wearing a very short red miniskirt that revealed most of her smooth thighs. Her cream-coloured blouse was thin enough that her nipples could be seen like little dark buds through the fabric. When she moved, her boobs swayed and bounced inside the blouse, making it obvious that the young female teacher wasn't wearing a bra.

“Good morning class”, she said.

The rest of the students stood, and bowed to her. Except for Rie and Wakana who had the task of playing with Atsuko it seemed. They kept on doing their thing.

“Good morning, Inoue-sensei”, everyone said.

Miss Inoue looked towards Atsuko, staring at her directly, and smiled.

The naked teen wanted to sink into the sofa and hide. She wanted to close her obscenely spread thighs. She wanted say 'please stop'.

Instead, Atsuko could do none of those things. Her thighs tensed, and her hands fidgeted, but she could do nothing to stop Rie playing with her breasts, nor Wakana's fucking her with the pink vibrator. Her legs stayed spread wide apart and nothing that she could think would close them. Atsuko didn't dare say anything in case it came out 'wrong'.

“Good morning, Atsuko”, Miss Inoue said, still smiling.

Atsuko blushed crimson at her obscene exposure, but replied, “Good morning, Inoue-sensei”.

“Very good, Atsuko”, Miss Inoue said, “You do look very cute like that...”

The naked teen blushed hotly.

“...but you don't have to worry about a thing”, the teacher continued, “...everyone will take good care of you....won't we everyone?”

“Hai....”, everyone in the class said.

Many of them giggled.

“Good”, Miss Inoue said, then stood up and went to the blackboard, and wrote, EROTICON VIRUS.

She turned to the class and said, “This morning we won't be doing our usual Tuesday morning lesson, instead, since everyone in this class is probably infected by the virus and showing all the symptoms...we will be studying the stages of the virus infection, and considering how to cope with them.”

The teacher then began to go through what would otherwise have seemed to be a normal lesson, but the interest shown by the students was far more enthusiastic than in their regular lessons. Meanwhile, at the rear of the class, Atsuko was being continually and mercilessly fucked by the pink vibrator in Wakana's hand, as both Wakana and Rie kept playing with the naked teenager. It was extremely difficult to pay any attention to what was happening during the lesson, and when she orgasmed it was always TOO GOOD!

...and so very embarrassing.

The other girls seemed to enjoy what was happening to her, and nobody acted as if there was anything at all wrong with what was going on. It was a surreal situation. Sometime during the lesson (Atsuko was only vaguely aware of the time) Miss Inoue sent two girls down the back of the class to swap with Rie and Wakana. The new girls were Junko and Momoko; the former was very pretty and slender, the later slightly chubby but with big tits. Junko began finger-fucking Atsuko while Momoko played with Atsuko's clitoris. Together, they managed to have Atsuko trying to beg for mercy....

...but instead, her words weren't what she was wanting to say...

“Please....more...too much more...”, Atsuko pleaded.

The two other girls happily complied and became even more enthusiastic in their actions. They had Atsuko cumming repeatedly over the next ten minutes, and she heard cheers from the class. Girls were whooping and clapping at the spectacle as Atsuko shook and moaned and tried to beg for them to let her go...

“Keep doing it...too much....keep doing it”, pleaded the teenage girl as she actually was trying to say 'stop...it's too much...stop'.

Through gaps of awareness and in a post-orgasmic daze, Atsuko heard the teacher talking about her and the stages of “EV”, the Eroticon Virus' initials.

“...by this time, poor Atsuko Momoyuki is already at stage-seven of EV symptoms”, Miss Inoue was saying, “The poor girl is probably so needing of sexual stimulation and so extremely aroused, that she can only beg for more...of course, we don't know for sure since the virus is probably stopping her refusing sex anyway....but since it's better that we keep her stimulated, and we can easily see how horny and turned-on that Atsuko is....we can safely assume that all her pleading for more sex is real enough....and even if she could refuse....we'd still have to keep ensuring that Atsuko has one orgasm after another....”

The girl who was the subject of this conversation, Atsuko, was meanwhile whimpering and clenching her hands into little fists as she was being tortured into sexual ecstasy. Junko had started using two fingers to fuck her, while Momoko teased Atsuko's clit with the humming vibrator. The naked teenager panted fast and kept whimpering, as she desperately tried not lose it again. Despite this, with the way those two girls were playing with her, Atsuko knew that they'd have her going again any moment anyway.

They were determined, and the two girls kept grinning as they knew that she was going cum again too.

One of the students up the front of the class put up her hand.

“Yes, Miho-chan?”, Miss Inoue asked.

“What would happen to A-chan if she doesn't orgasm...”, Miho asked, “Like for a whole day?”

“I dread to think...Poor girl!”, Miss Inoue said, “Even for a whole hour....look at her....she needs it all the time....if A-chan didn't orgasm for a whole day, she'd probably go mad from the need! The rest of us would suffer too...remember that! We don't want our virus symptoms getting worse!”

Miho's _expression_ was serious as she listened to this, but she glanced back at the rear of the classroom, and at Atsuko, with a momentary hint of envy that was quickly covered. Atsuko was surprised by this, but didn't know how to react (besides, she was VERY distracted at the time). Nobody else in the room appeared to have noticed Miho's brief look as anything other than curiosity. Besides, lots of girls kept looking at Atsuko, but they usually smiled in obvious enjoyment of the naked teenager's pleasurable humiliation.

Atsuko finally came, and kept cumming most of the time until the end of the lesson. Her brief moments of clarity when she saw her classmates smiling at her predicament made her only want to close her eyes again. That didn't stop them though.

They kept doing it.

Finally the end-of-class bell rang, and everyone filed out.

Miss Inoue came down to the rear of the classroom then, and to Atsuko's shock, the teacher leaned down and took over fingering Atsuko's cunt between the naked girl's wide-parted thighs.

“You two better go to your next class”, the young and pretty teacher said, “I'll take over with A-chan.”

Momoko and Junko reluctantly stopped, but were shaking their arms to get over their muscle fatigue as they stood up.

“That was fun...See you A-chan!”, Momoko said as she picked up her school-bag and started walking out.

“Yeah...see you later A-chan, have fun”, Junko said as she quickly got up and hurried after Momoko and the others.

From behind, Atsuko could see the bottom rounds of both girls' ass-cheeks peeking out from underneath their too short cut-off skirts. It was easy to see that neither girl was wearing panties. Atsuko was surprised at her own 'lesbian' interest in watching the two girls.

'The virus is turning us all into bi-sexuals', Atsuko remembered, 'That's what I heard...I think it's succeeded already.'

Her pussy burned with lust even as Miss Inoue continued to fuck her with two fingers, and Atsuko made a little mewling sound as she looked up at the teacher's face. The face of a teacher that Atsuko had for a long time already liked a lot. In some ways being fingered by Miss Inoue was like a dream come true.

“Poor A-chan”, Miss Inoue said, “You need it too much, neh? Don't worry, the virus has it's good side too...and I really enjoy doing this to you...so will everyone else. I'll try to make you cum before the next class comes in.”

The pretty teacher smiled and began to kneel down while she continued to pump two fingers in and out of Atsuko's soaked pussy. Atsuko could only watch, amazed and confused, as she didn't have a clue what Miss Inoue was going to do next. The naked girl felt too exposed and was still in shock about her inability to close her legs or resist anyway to even think straight, let alone guess what the teacher was about to do.

Miss Inoue knelt down between the naked girl's youthful thighs, and took in the sight of Atsuko's smooth, hairless, girlish pussy and the lovely mild odour that was like an erotic perfume. Atsuko's cunny was drooling so much lube that the sofa was soaked where she sat, and slippery wet as if oiled. The teenage girl's pussy was too inviting – especially spread and open like it was.

Miss Inoue leaned forward, and put her mouth to Atsuko's pussy and began licking and occasionally sucking.

Atsuko gasped aloud in surprise, and LOVED the wondrous sensation.

She looked down at the young teacher licking at her pussy and was stunned. It felt incredibly nice, so different from the fingers that had been playing with her all morning. So different from the vibrator that they'd fucked her with for such long periods of time.

Miss Inoue licked, and sucked, and did things with Atsuko's clit that soon had the teenager writhing her hips, alternatively trying to turn to escape the far too delightful sensation, and then trying to thrust her pelvis out more to make it stronger. But all her moves to close her thighs failed. They stayed parted as wide as they could go on the sofa almost as if held by some invisible force. Miss Inoue ate the teenage girl out to her own heart's content, plainly relishing what she was doing.

Atsuko came hard because it was like a fantasy come true. She cried out, her moans echoing around the room, and shook in wonderful release. To her disappointment though, Miss Inoue stopped licking and stood up, while still fingering Atsuko's youthful cunt. The teacher wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, then started finger-fucking the naked teenage girl more vigorously.

“Come along A-chan”, Miss Inoue told her as she began to lead Atsuko to stand up and come with her...still finger-fucking Atsuko with her right hand.

“Time to go to your next class”, the teacher added.

Atsuko had no choice but to follow, with Miss Inoue fingering her pussy the whole time. Leading the naked girl to the classroom door, then out into the hallway. The slish-slish sound of her fingers sliding in and out of Atsuko's cunt, and the feeling of those fingers fucking her, making Atsuko blush with shame. It was so humiliating. It seemed everyone, even the teachers, planned to keep doing these sex things to her. Only then, as she was led naked down the hallway, did Atsuko realise that the sexual molesting had been continuous the whole morning since her mother and elder sister had started playing with her during breakfast.

Remembering that scene, Atsuko blushed, and wondered what was waiting for her when she got home...

Thankfully, at least as Atsuko saw it, as Miss Inoue led her naked and barefoot, fingering the teenage girl's pussy all the while, the hallways were empty of other students. It seemed so strange to be with just one person, but she found it was just as impossible to pull away or resist. The pretty Miss Inoue was almost casual, and seemed genuinely cheerful about playing with the beautiful girl's pussy.

“Miss Inoue...?”, Atsuko asked and panted as she was led along.

“Yes, A-chan?”, the young female teacher replied.

“Could you...”, Atsuko tried to say 'stop' again, but instead she heard herself say, “...keep doing that?”

Miss Inoue smiled as she pumped two-fingers in Atsuko's wet pussy.

“You really need it too much, neh?”, the teacher answered, “Don't worry...at the next class the girls will give you a good time.”

Atsuko whimpered at this. Miss Inoue hadn't understood her at all! Everything that she tried to say was coming out wrong, only reinforcing the teenage girl's belief that the virus would never let her resist the sexual molesting. Not even by her own words.

Miss Inoue led her to the closed door of another classroom, but didn't bother to knock. Inside, the place was raucous with the giggles and chatter of teenage girls. As the teacher opened the door though, and led the naked Atsuko Momoyuki into the room, the classroom full of students went quiet. The thirty or so eighteen-year-old schoolgirls stood up and bowed in respect to the teacher, but most of them also looked at Atsuko with a mixture of lust and elation.

“Good morning, Inoue-sensei!”, the senior girls greeted the teacher.

“Good morning everyone!”, Miss Inoue said as she led a brightly blushing and very nervous Atsuko to the teacher's desk.

The naked teenager didn't know any of the eighteen-year-old girls in the room, and their faces were only vaguely familiar as she'd seen them around the school. They all recognised her though, but at least they blushed as they thought about what they were probably planning for naked Atsuko Momoyuki. To Atsuko these girls were intimidating; they were two years older, and they were noticeably bigger than her as well.

Miss Inoue hadn't stopped fingering Atsuko's pussy either.

The nude teenage girl tried to cover herself, but her hands wouldn't move to properly cover her breasts or her pussy, let alone what the teacher was doing to her as Atsuko stood there.

She felt extremely exposed to these strangers, and very vulnerable.

The thought actually excited her just as much as it worried her.

Miss Inoue (while finger-fucking Atsuko) told the class full of older girls, “This is Atsuko Momoyuki...I think you should all remember her from the Morning Meeting...”

Atsuko blushed hot and bright from head to toe.

“...Please make friends with her and treat her well”, the teacher continued, “The poor girl is in a desperate way...she even begged for more sex in the hallway!”

The naked teenager was now blushing so hot, and was so embarrassed by this revelation to these strangers, that she wanted to crawl away and hide...

”But don't forget what Mrs Terada said either...We have to keep A-chan having lots of orgasms, to help her, and to help ourselves”, Miss Inoue said, “I'm sure that if you're really infected that you won't have any trouble doing this because the virus is turning all of us girls into bisexuals anyway, and it seems that it also makes us WANT to keep making A-chan orgasm...all the time...I'm sure that you can all feel this...just go with it, because the virus makes you want to do it, and because it's better if we all keep doing it anyway...”

“...but why me?”, Atsuko asked in a small voice.

Miss Inoue heard her – and without missing a beat in her finger-fucking – answered with a little smile, “Maybe because you're so cute? Or maybe because you have the highest stage of the virus symptoms in the whole school...maybe even in the whole city...but I like to think it's because you're so cute, A-chan.”

Atsuko blushed at the compliment, then it clicked.

“It really has made into a sex-pet!”

She said the thought out loud without even thinking.

Miss Inoue and the rest of the students in the class giggled. None of them seemed to be anything less than pleased by it. Atsuko suddenly noticed that they were in fact looking at her in a very disturbing way...it was a look that she'd never seen on a girl when looking at another girl before.

Miss Inoue waited until the giggling quietened down, then simply said, “Yes it has.”

The teacher began twisting and turning her thrusting fingers inside as she fucked Atsuko with them right there in front of the classroom full of older students. In response, Atsuko whimpered and tried to clutch at the thrusting hand, but she could do no more than hold Miss Inoue's arm above the teacher's wrist and nothing at all to stop, or even slow what the teacher was doing. The naked teenage girl bit her lower lip as the sensation brought her to the edge of another climax but didn't quite push her over.

Miss Inoue then started walking Atsuko towards the nearest pair of desks, still fucking her with the two fingers with the twisting motion. Two of the girls hastily moved their desks apart, and grabbed another chair to put between them, then Atsuko was guided to sit down in that middle chair. The two older students sat down on either side of her, the cut-off skirts hiking up as they sat...revealing their shaven mounds between their smooth yummy thighs. Atsuko then felt her own thighs lifted up and parted extra-wide as the two girls each took one of her legs and placed it on theirs.

Once again, Atsuko's pussy-lips were then lasciviously played with, and the girls on either side began taking turns fingering her and playing with her clit. Quite casually they also pinched her nipples, groped her breasts, and sometimes even kissed her. Their hands caressed her thighs and tummy and everywhere else freely.

Then as Miss Inoue began her lesson on the Eroticon Virus, the two older teenage girls began to have their fun with her.

'Oh nooo', Atsuko thought as the situation started to sink in, 'They really are serious about this!'

She began hoping that there would be a break. That maybe they'd let her go if she pretended to sleep. If she just tried to ignore what was happening for awhile.

It didn't seem to work.

The girls playing with her were literally relentless – and when they tired, other girls took their place. Atsuko lost count of the number of climaxes that they forced out of her. She lost track of the time too.

Not once during the lesson did Miss Inoue ask her any questions related to the lesson.

Neither did the teacher in the next class.

They just kept going like that, with different girls, always trying to make sure that Atsuko would have another orgasm and another....

Until the bell for Lunch-Time rang.

Eroticon Virus (Part 5)

It was the approaching sound of giggling girls coming towards the indoor pool that made him wake up to full alertness. Andy looked down from the high gantry, but didn't see the girls for a full five minutes as they were still in the change-room. There was a teacher with them too, which was expected; he could hear the older woman's voice sometimes.

At last, a very big group of schoolgirls entered the main room and gathered at the nearby end of the indoor pool. Their voices echoed and made a noisy racket as they all behaved quite excited at the chance to go swimming. To Andy's disappointment, the girl's were wearing cheap-looking white single-piece swimsuits with very conservative styling. On the plus side, most of the female students were very pretty, and their boobs were a nice size, even if typically small like most Japanese girl's breasts were.

Andy counted how many there were, as it seemed to be a big sort of class. By a rough estimate, because they kept moving and milling around, he figured there were just over fifty girls. Maybe fifty-two or fifty-three.

Finally the teacher walked in, her _expression_ serious, but her face was rose-coloured with blushing embarrassment. Unlike the students, the attractive woman was wearing a dress; it had an orange flower-print design, but was very short. The hem was high enough to expose most of her long thighs, and the cotton thin enough that the nipples on her breasts poked out visibly at the fabric. The way her boobs swayed under the material, Andy guessed that the teacher wasn't wearing a bra.

She was in her thirties, but to Andy, she moved and acted like the epitome of sexual maturity.

“I'm sorry everyone”, the teacher said, “I won't be able to teach you this morning as I was planning...I have a sudden problem...and um...hmmm...we'll have to find somebody else to come and take over for me.”

The teacher appeared genuinely apologetic; she even bowed.

The girls all turned and bowed as well.

Some of them called out, “Please take care Mitsuyama-sensei!”

“Thank you”, the woman smiled as she replied, “Just stay here, but don't go into the water yet. Wait until another teacher arrives.”

She turned and hurried with quick footsteps out of the room.

As soon as she left, the female students began chatting excitedly, but Andy also noticed that they seemed very worried and a little frightened.

Since there were so many teenage girls all talking at once, he couldn't understand most of what they said, but their voices carried, and a few of the girls' high pitched and louder voices were easily heard.

“...Mitsuyama-sensei wasn't wearing a bra!”

“...what about that naked girl...”

“...when did you hear about the virus...”

“...no panties too?”

“...when did she get it, do you think?”

“...Mitsuyama-sensei looked cute like that!”

“Did you see how much she was blushing?”

“...that girl was so loud when she...”

“...was she only acting?”

“...none of them were wearing panties!”

“...wow! She was loud when she had those orgasms, neh?”

“Could you ever shave it all off?”

“...no panties ever?!”

“Truly? She has to be naked all the time?!”

Andy listened to these tit-bits of conversation and became increasingly curious. He didn't know what the girls were really talking about, but what he overheard was fascinating and set his imagination steaming with hot possibilities. As the girls chatted, Andy's penis began to stir with excited fantasies as to what the girls might be discussing.

A teacher suddenly entered the room wearing a pale blue jacket and pants, and acting very stern. Instantly the girls all stood up and bowed in respect to this grey-haired woman. The new arrival smiled warmly then, and greeted the girls in turn.

“Well....I didn't bring any swim-wear, but I think you girls must be impatient to jump in”, the grey-haired woman said, “Go...jump in and have fun for awhile. You've got thirty minutes.”

The girls were surprised, and very excited by this unexpected freedom to just have fun; in moments they were quickly jumping into the pool. Soon the indoor pool was filled with teenage schoolgirls splashing water at each other, playing games, swimming and racing each other. The grey-haired teacher just stayed far away from the water to avoid being splashed, and watched.

Andy watched too from his hiding spot that was in the gantry high above them all, and soon discovered that indeed the white swimsuits were very cheap, and the fabric became translucent enough that the girls' nipples were easily seen, and the dark patch of pubic hair on their pussies was often visible as well. His dick stirred to erectness and he started to give himself a slow wank as he perved on the swimming teenage girls. He worried only about being caught, but so far nobody seemed to have looked up or realised he was there.

When Andy's dick finally jetted, he deliberately sprayed over the side of the high gantry. None of the girls below reacted straight away, but one pretty girl brushed at her hair as if she felt something drop on her. Andy quickly hid again, lying back on the gantry so it would be more difficult for anyone below to see him. He smiled to himself, then decided that he'd like to do that again....

With all the vigour of a teenager, it didn't take him long to achieve a good ejaculation a second time. This time the reaction was a little better too as a couple of girls began talking about the strange white stuff that dropped on them. Since they didn't spot Andy, the girls apparently assumed there was a bird in the building, neither teenage girl having a clue what the stuff was. Meanwhile, the culprit who was the source of that “white-stuff” was up on the gantry high above them and trying very hard not to laugh out loud, but couldn't help snickering to himself.

The grey-haired teacher at last called the girls out of the pool, and everyone went back to the change-room leaving the room empty again. Andy thought that was it, that they wouldn't be back, but to his surprise, the group of girls and the teacher returned ten minutes later. This time, the girls were dressed in their school uniforms; simple white blouses, crenelated black skirts, with a few wearing white sweaters. They were barefoot though, and some of them did have very pretty feet that Andy noticed.

“Everyone take a seat”, the grey-haired teacher told them.

The fifty or so schoolgirls all sat down or crouched down on the nearby benches. Then the teacher left the room for a minute, leaving the girls to chat among themselves. When she returned, the teacher was pulling along a large white-board like the ones used in lectures, rolling it along with the little wheels making a regular and repetitive “clickety-clack” over the tiles. She then began a lesson about a viral infection called “EV”.

It took awhile, almost half-way through the lesson, for Andy to figure out that the lesson was about his fictional “Eroticon Virus”. When he did finally realise this, he had a weird spooky feeling like he'd just stepped into a parallel universe. The teenage boy listened as the teacher spoke about the lesson, while he was thinking that she must've simply fallen for his hoax site and the letters; since she mentioned both. However, when the girls started to ask questions, Andy worked out that they were talking about his “hoax” virus as if it was real!

“Terada-sensei? Does that mean that none of those other girls can wear panties?”, one of the girls asked.

“Yes, none of them”, the teacher replied, “The virus infection won't let them once it becomes severe enough....it's not from their own free will.”

Andy was stunned. As he listened to the discussion, it became apparent that they all thought that his hoax about the North Korean virus attack, was in fact the real thing. Also from what they were saying...some girls at Kita Girls High School were actually infected!

“It can't be real”, the teenager told himself in a shocked whisper, “I only made that story up! But what if it is real? No, that's too much of a coincidence...but what if somebody made the real thing using my idea?”

He dismissed that last thought too.

'It would take too much effort, and besides viruses like that should only exist in fiction, shouldn't they?', the teenage boy thought to himself.

Andy was confused by the whole situation.

Eventually, the class of girls and the teacher finished the lesson, and left. Andy could hear a bell ringing, and got out his cellphone to check the time. It was just on 12:15.

“Lunch-time”, Andy said out loud, but not too loud.

He opened his bag, and then remembered.

“Shit, damn and double-damn!”, he swore.

There was no bento lunch-box. He had nothing to eat. That morning Andy had left early to deliver the fake letters, but he'd been planning to go back home in time to get his usual prepared lunch from Mrs Momoyuki. Unfortunately, he'd gotten stuck in the girls high-school.

His stomach growled.

It was going to be a long day.
Atsuko

Back in the classroom full of older girls, Atsuko was coming down from another climax as the ringing of the Lunch-Time bell filled her ears, at the same time an eighteen-year-old girl's three fingers were filling Atsuko's pussy. Ramming in and out, driving the naked teenage girl kind of crazy. She bit her bottom lip and moaned, holding onto the older girl's arm, but only able to endure what was being done to her, not stop it, while the girls at their desks on either side of Atsuko also teasingly played with and twisted her nipples.

It was too much, way too much, and Atsuko panted as her sensual delightful torture brought her to another shaking screaming orgasm.

“Okay, A-chan”, one of the girls said, “Better take you to lunch then.”

The girl smiled at the naked teen warmly, but began encouraging Atsuko to stand up. Leading her forward once Atsuko was standing, with fingers still thrusting in the naked girl's pussy. Atsuko was drenched in sweat, exhausted, but two other girls 'sort-of' helped her to stand...while at the same time caressing her breasts, and playing with her nipples.

'I can't handle anymore...', Atsuko thought to herself, '...but they won't stop...they never stop.'

They led her out of the classroom, naked, still playing with her body, caressing her everywhere, and other girls in the hallway started molesting Atsuko as well. She was touched, fingered, caressed, groped, pinched, kissed, and more than a few times her nipples were suckled on. Different girls took over the job of fingering Atsuko's slippery wet cunt, so that not for a moment was she ever left untouched down-there.

The craziest thing to Atsuko was, she was still horny. Her pussy still burned with the need for more sex, and the need for another orgasm was like an ache inside. Her nipples stayed hard, her clit was like a super-sensitive rock-hard little bud that the other girls loved to play with. The need just wouldn't go away...

Atsuko came to another little orgasm out in the hallway, mostly just from the teasing touches, more than the relentless finger-fucking and their playing with her clit.

Having dozens of girls around her all treating Atsuko like their favourite play-thing and sex-toy kept the naked teenager so high and close to climax that it was becoming easier. She was starting to lose her inhibitions about having orgasms in front of the other students, accepting them as inevitable. Being the centre of attention was also beginning to keep Atsuko on a seemingly permanent euphoric high that began beating her feelings of fatigue as well.

At the doorway to Atsuko's home-room, her friends, Rie and Mayumi were waiting for her.

“Hello A-chan”, Rie greeted her, as Atsuko was brought back to her original classroom.

Atsuko nodded to her, and with a small voice greeted her friend, “Hello Rie-chan...um...ah...ah...”

Mayumi came up beside the naked girl and took over fingering Atsuko's wet cunny.

“Welcome back A-chan”, Mayumi said, as she thrust a single finger in and out of Atsuko's cunt with a wet “slishing” noise.

“Rie's mother delivered some food for you”, Mayumi added, “Also, she bought some toys for us to use....I think you'll like them.”

Mayumi began leading Atsuko to the teacher's desk as she spoke.

Atsuko glanced around the classroom, her class' home-room, where everyone had moved their tables together into groups of six, and were sharing food from each other's lunch-boxes. All of her classmates called out greetings to her, making Atsuko feel a little strange as she was led naked into the room. Mayumi led her upto the teacher's desk, but didn't stop.

“Cum on, up you get A-chan”, Mayumi told her.

The finger in Atsuko's pussy moving upward as well, making it obvious that Mayumi wanted the naked girl to get up onto the teacher's desk. She kept finger-fucking Atsuko's cunt as well, but began twisting and turning her finger. This made the naked girl squirm, but she got up onto the desk, and her friends made her lie face-down with her bum up a little in the air.

Quite without wanting to, Atsuko's legs parted wide and invitingly, which allowed Mayumi to finger her more easily.

The slippery wet sucking and fucking sound of her cunt being played with by Mayumi, and her prominent position at the front of the room while this was happening reminded Atsuko of her new status.

There was nothing that she could do about it either, she realised.

The rest of Atsuko's classmates ate their lunches, chatted, and watched what was about to happen. Atsuko blushed, and her pussy grew hotter again, as the humiliating reality of her situation was made pretty clear. Here she was, naked, lying on top of the teacher's desk at the front of her home-room, being watched by her own classmates who were all dressed, and she was being fingered by one of her best friends in front of everyone.

Atsuko blushed hotly all over and felt so vulnerable.

“A-chan looks too cute like that, neh?”

“She's got a nice bottom.”

“Do you really think her boobs are bigger?”

“Hey, A-chan? We've a got a big surprise for you!”

“She has to go naked everywhere she goes from now on.”

“When you finish Mayu-chan, I want to have a turn too.”

“This is fun, neh?”

“Look how wet she is! Look, see? Really wet!”

“Hurry up Mayu-chan, we want to fuck her too!”

Atsuko wiggled and squirmed, as Mayumi continued for several minutes to finger-fuck her pussy, then whimpered as the finger was withdrawn. Too her own surprise, the empty feeling inside made her pussy clench and quiver. She NEEDED to be filled, to be played with. They hadn't stopped all morning, but she kept needing it.

Suddenly something cold and hard touched her 'down-there', making Atsuko gasp. Before she was quite prepared, the cold _object_ was being pushed against her pussy-lips, and she felt them give way, sliding deliciously over the hard _object_ which felt HUGE, stretching her, filling her inside. It went in easily, but felt so BIG. Then there was a loud click and the thing began to vibrate. Really heavily vibrate, with little individual vibrations as well.

Mayumi started fucking Atsuko with the high-tech vibrator, delighting in Atsuko's reaction as she slowly thrust the “Pearlbird” dildo in and out of her naked friend's youthful little pussy. It took only a minute before Atsuko was climaxing again, but Mayumi wasn't going to stop just there. She and Rie took turns for awhile, then other girls in the classroom had some fun for awhile with fucking Atsuko with the expensive vibrator. Since they were all taking turns, the schoolgirls could keep up an energetic and easy pace, always swapping places before they anyone became tired.

Atsuko was screaming and moaning from one orgasm after another, repeatedly, and many of them multiple climaxes, as the powerful vibrator was used to fuck her.

Then her friends, while still fucking her with the vibrator, began feeding her rice-balls. They had an unusual flavour, but tasted very nice. Like her mother and sister previously, Atsuko's classmates wouldn't allow her to feed herself, but insisted on hand-feeding her like a small child.

“Um....ah....These are yummy”, Atsuko commented.

“Yes, they've been dipped in your pussy-juice, A-chan”, Momoko told her, “Do you want some sausages as well? We have some.”

Atsuko was stunned, and didn't know what to think.

The girls all giggled at her wide-eyed _expression_.

“A-chan probably can't refuse to eat them anyway”, Miho said, “Because it's sex stuff.”

With a shock, Atsuko knew that was probably true too.

“Let's test it”, another girl said.

“What?”, the naked teen asked, not sure why she couldn't simply refuse, then thinking that maybe she really wasn't allowed to.

The humming vibrator was taken out of her cunt, then she felt something smaller but just as round being inserted. Her pussy tightened around the _object_, but it felt small. It was also warm.

Then the _object_ was removed, and the vibrator pushed back in again, feeling bigger than ever in comparison.

Mayumi held out a sausage in front of Atsuko's mouth. It was dripping wet, and the naked teenage girl could smell her own mild odour on it. She opened her mouth without even thinking about it, and Mayumi put it inside.

“She ate it!”, everyone exclaimed.

Atsuko blushed crimson as she chewed the sausage and swallowed it.

The taste wasn't bad at all, really.

In fact, it tasted pretty good.

“Feed her another one”, a girl called out.

“Has anyone got more sausages?”, another asked.

“Next time, we need to find some bigger ones”, Rie commented, “Nice and thick. Neh, A-chan?”

“Um...un...nice and thick...ah...oh...”, echoed Atsuko in a very distracted manner, as the other girls kept fucking her with the big vibrator.

It was very difficult for Atsuko to talk properly, or even think clearly, with that big vibrating dildo impaling her.

It felt so good!

“Here's another sausage, A-chan!”, said Mayumi, smiling at Atsuko and holding another dripping sausage covered in Atsuko's juices before the beautiful naked teen's opening mouth.

And that's the way the rest of Atsuko's lunch-time went that day. With her classmates and friends continuing to fuck her with the big vibrator most of the time, sometimes dipping small cocktail sausages (the only ones they had) into her sodden pussy-hole, and then hand-feeding her with them. By the end of lunch, Atsuko had eaten more than she'd ever had at a school lunch-time before.

Fortunately, they also gave her plenty to drink, as everyone shared their drinks with her.

Overall, it wasn't that bad a lunch at all...

After they finished feeding her, Atsuko was able to get across that she needed to go to the toilet. She had to beg, because they liked the way she squirmed, but finally two girls led her out of the classroom and down the hallway to the toilets. Even as she sat there on the seat, so very, very embarrassed....the two girls kept playing with her breasts, and one of them used the vibrator on Atsuko's clit.

The girls school had modern toilets, including an electronically guided bidet. That was where the girls had the most fun with her, turning the water-pressure up high so that it would tickle and hammer against her rear little hole as it washed her. That combined with the vibrator on her clit, and the two girls playing with her nipples set-off Atsuko with another three quick climaxes.

“Can't I have some privacy?”, Atsuko begged.

The two girls shook their heads, and one said, “No...Never!” as they both smiled and began sucking on her tits.

They treated her like a small child, even wiping her dry afterwards.

Then they led Atsuko back to the classroom with one girl sliding the vibrator into her pussy again.
Andy

When the bell for end-of-lunch rang, Andy consoled himself despite his continuing hunger and missed lunch that at least he'd get to perve on some more girls in the afternoon. There'd probably be another class coming soon, and he quite liked the idea of those cheap white swimsuits of theirs. The teenage boy, being quite healthy and with the raging hormones of youth, had an erection in less than a minute as he remembered what he'd seen that morning.

The approaching sound of giggling girls made him sit up and look down towards the doorway to the change-rooms with expectation.

The giggling girls turned quieter though, and there seemed to be a different tone to their voices than before. They were also taking a long time to come out of the change-room. Andy started getting impatient as he waited, and the minutes dragged by.

'What are they doing in there anyway?', Andy wondered to himself.

His dick softened because nothing exciting was happening, and the teenager was beginning to get bored.

Then...

...with embarrassed giggling and screeching...

...forty teenage schoolgirls came running out of the change-rooms...

...completely starkers.

Nude.

All forty of them.

Andy stared in bug-eyed astonishment at the incredible sight, as the forty naked teenage girls came running out and then lined up in orderly fashion.

His dick grew hard so fast that it hurt, and god-damn he wanted some relief right then.

Forty nude teenage girls, all of them pretty at the very least, and some of them beautiful, with their tits bare and uncovered and not a stitch of clothing on. Anywhere. He could even see their...pussies...!

“My God! They're SHAVED!”, Andy exclaimed in awe, “All of them have shaved pussies! Geezus...!”

A very attractive naked woman then entered the room as well, her slender waist emphasizing her quite nicely pear-shaped breasts and her wide hips. Seeing the nude woman, and already very excited by the sight of forty real, live, sexy, and naked teenage schoolgirls, Andy came in his pants then. With a soft groan, he kept jetting uncontrollably at the sight as he noticed that the female teacher's pussy was shaved too; her girlish groove small but unmistakeable.

“Oh christ...”, Andy swore in a whisper, as his cock kept jerking in his pants, “Even the teacher?!...What a fucking awesome school...!”

He glanced down at the damp stain on the front of his trousers, and thought that since he'd already come in his pants, he'd better make sure that the next time, he sprayed somewhere else.

Andy had a fairly enjoyable afternoon after that, jerking off occasionally, but mostly just having a good perve at naked girls. Lots of naked girls. Naked girls who did the 'breast-stroke', the 'back-stroke', and quite a few other interesting things for him to stroke to...

He got to see some wonderful sights, because in every later class that afternoon, all the teenage girls were naked, and even the female teachers were naked. He had a great time perving; like when the second class that came in that practised their synchronised swimming with lots of interesting dives with their curvaceous sexy asses in the air, and amazing 'scissor' movements with their lovely legs.

In the third class of the afternoon, he watched the bouncing tits of the girls as they threw and hit a ball back and forth, in some team game that he didn't know the name of.

The teenage boy just took it all in, and assumed that maybe that's the way the afternoon classes were done at Kita Girls High School in their indoor pool.

“Incredible isn't it?”, Andy said to himself at one point, “ Who would have thought that this sort of stuff REALLY DID HAPPEN at girls high schools?”

The most amazing thing to Andy was that although the morning class girls in the swimsuits had 'visible' pubic hair (from what he could see when their swimsuits got wet), none of the naked girls in the afternoon did. All of the naked girls in all of the afternoon classes had shaved pussies. Even their sexy naked female teachers had shaved pussies.

Of course, he took plenty of pictures with his cellphone camera. Sending most of them back to his own home PC's email address. He had to, because there were just too many pictures for his cellphone to store. At the end of the day, when everything went quiet and it seemed the classes had all finished, Andy finally climbed down from the gantry and went into the change-room. He very quickly showered and washed his clothes, putting them back on again still wet, and sneaked out of the building.

Mrs Momoyuki

After a poor night's sleep and a hectic morning, Mrs Momoyuki was thankful for the chance to relax after lunch.

She sat at the dining table and sighed as she thought about the day so far, then tried to relax by reading the advertising pamphlets that came everyday.

She could pretend, for a little while at least, that everything was normal. Her youngest daughter, Atsuko, was safely at school – and Mrs Momoyuki tried not to imagine too much about what was likely being done to Atsuko because it made her 'hot' inside – and her oldest daughter, Ritsuko, was hiding in her room and cutting her skirts shorter. Her oldest daughter was having a lot of problems, but seemed to have stopped getting worse since 'helping' little A-chan that morning.

Unfortunately, poor Ritsuko had been too embarrassed to go to her part-time office job that day. Mrs Momoyuki was distressed by this, but insisted that tomorrow, Ritsuko would at least go to the university where she was studying. Ritsuko had promised, but her mother worried still. Her oldest daughter was almost panicky about the virus and it's symptoms, and seemed convinced that she was soon going into stage-5 of the virus infection unless she could make her younger sister orgasm a lot more.

It was far from an uncommon worry, as Mrs Momoyuki had learnt during the morning when she spoke to other mothers on the phone.

The mother sighed again, and then decided to switch on the TV, and went through the channels until she found a news show.

“...this report has just come in...the North Korean ambassador to the United Nations made a formal announcement on behalf of the North Korean government that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea denies any involvement with the Eroticon Virus outbreak in Chukyo City, and insists that North Korean agents were not responsible for any deliberate dispersal of the genetically engineered virus in Kita Girls High School!”

The man at the news desk had a horrified _expression_, and looked over at his colleague, a much younger woman who kept blushing.

Then he continued reading, “When asked about their reaction to this news, the Minister of Health had this to say...”

The view changed to a hallway with green carpet where dozens of journalists were carrying cameras and microphones. They were chasing a red-faced fat and elderly Minister of Health. He was panting and out of breath as he ran.

“...No comment...no comment....I don't know what you're talking about! ...No comment!...”, the fat Minister of Health was shouting before escaping into an office and slamming the door.

The news reader then came back on, and said, “Right now, we have the Principal of Kita Girls High School, Mrs Terada, on the phone...as we just got through to the school at the centre of this news.”

“Good afternoon, Terada-sensei”, the news reader asked.

“Good afternoon, Mr Honma”, an older woman's voice answered.

There was a file photo shown of a grey-haired, serious faced woman with a gentle little smile. She appeared in the photo to be the epitome of credibility in feminine education. Her voice was smooth and well practised at public speaking.

“Have you heard the news of this genetically engineered virus attack on your school?”, the reporter asked.

“Yes, we have...We found out about it last night”, the principal answered.

“You have?! Last night?”, the news reader said in surprise.

He looked stunned.

“Oh yes....”, the school principal told him, “The Ministry of Education informed us last night, and gave us the relevant information from the Ministry of Health.”

“They did?”, the news reader exclaimed, “So....the Ministry of Health and the Ministry of Education already told you about this virus?”

“No, no, no...Only the Ministry of Education did”, the principal said, “They sent letters to all the parents of the initially infected students and informed the school administration. They were very well organised and told us as soon as they knew of the North Korean virus attack on the school. Unfortunately, the Ministry of Health wasn't very helpful as they removed the information from their website last night. If it wasn't for those good people at the Ministry of Education things could have been a lot worse for our school and the infected students.”

The news reader was looking amazed at this news, but asked, “Are a lot of the students infected with this...Eroticon...virus?”

“Yes...We've estimated close to nine-hundred students, maybe upto a thousand students have shown symptoms of the Eroticon Virus”, the principal answered.

“That's....that's...terrible!”, the reporter replied, looking worried and horrified, “Is this virus dangerous? I assume the school is closed now...”

“No....we can't close the school”, the principal told him, “The Ministry of Education fortunately told us to keep the school open, as the students who have been infected can only keep their symptoms from becoming worse if they can interact...it's difficult to explain...but it's the only way....until we can find a cure.”

The news reader was confused by this, but also horrified by the possible implications.

“So...this infection...are the symptoms permanent in some way”, he asked, “Is there already much known about it?”

The principal's voice was calm, but serious, as she answered, “Yes....I believe some of the symptoms are permanent...until a cure can be found. We were very fortunate that the Ministry of Education letter told us a great amount about the virus infection, what the virus did, and how to cope with it...as well as informing us where to find more information about it. If only the Ministry of Health had been as cooperative and not removed their report on the virus from their website....”

“Unfortunately, that's all we have time for, Terada-sensei”, the news reader said, “Thank you very much for talking with us.”

“You're very welcome, Mr Honma”, the school principal replied.

The news reader then looked around wide-eyed, and said “We'll have more on the news of the North Korean virus attack and the Eroticon Virus epidemic later..but now onto other news...”

Mrs Momoyuki heard her oldest daughter's footsteps coming down the stairs, and glanced over at the doorway.

“Uh...Mama?”, Ritsuko said, “I'm going to go out...I think.”

Mrs Momoyuki looked at her daughter's tiny blue skirt, and tight white T-shirt, noticing how Ritsuko was holding down the hem of the too short skirt.

“Are you okay?”, Mrs Momoyuki asked.

Ritsuko nodded.

“I think...I think that I have to get used to this”, Ritsuko said, “So...I was going to the shops nearby to buy something...to...um..get used to walking around like this...outside.”

The mother nodded, and agreed, “That's a good idea. Be careful...remember don't get too close to any men...if you're at stage-four already, you might not be able to resist them.”

Ritsuko blushed, but nodded with a nervous wide-eyed look.

“Be careful, neh?”, Mrs Momoyuki added, “And bring your cellphone so you can call me if you need help.”

Ritsuko blushed and said, “Thank you, Mama.”

She turned away, and Mrs Momoyuki watched with worry as Ritsuko left the room. From behind, the hem of the cut-off blue skirt was so high that her daughter's bottom was peeking out. Just enough that people might notice that Ritsuko had no underwear on.

The mother hoped that her daughter wouldn't bend over in front of any men, otherwise they'd see EVERYTHING.

After she heard the front-door close, Mrs Momoyuki sighed and said, “Poor Ree-chan...and poor A-chan! I hope her day at school isn't too hard on her...”

The mother rubbed at her thighs as the heat in her own pussy flared up again. She'd already given up on wearing any underwear that morning, but was too embarrassed to admit that even to her own daughters. So far, Mrs Momoyuki had managed to avoid shaving herself 'down-there', but the need to do so had been growing for hours.

“It's starting to get to me as well”, she said to herself out loud, “But I won't give up yet...”

Mrs Momoyuki knew she was doomed though. She had no doubts at all that eventually the virus would win. The mother was also finding that her thoughts often drifted to the length of her skirt, imagining it shorter, imagining what her husband would think. He'd be delighted probably and be very happy to turn her into his sex-slave...especially if he learnt that the virus wouldn't let her resist.

He might like it that his daughters were sexy all the time too.

And seeing Atsuko being made to orgasm all the time, being molested by her sexy teenage friends.

The thoughts made her too wet.

Mrs Momoyuki tried not to think about it, but...it was making her soooo WET!

She bit her lower lip and on shaky legs stood up.

Her hands shook, as she headed for the bathroom.

Mrs Momoyuki knew that her pussy NEEDED to be shaved...and she realised that there wasn't a thing she could do to stop herself from doing it. So, she decided to get it over with before the virus simply forced her to. At the same time as she was heading to the bathroom, Mrs Momoyuki wasn't entirely certain if it was the virus or her own decision, but then concluded that it had to be the virus.

After undressing and getting into the shower, and washing herself, it was with shaking hands that the young-looking mother of two daughters picked up her husband's razor.

Looking at the razor, Mrs Momoyuki thought, 'What would my husband think if he found out that I was using his razors down-there? Oh, he'd be so angry I'm sure...!'

But just then, the mother had an idea.

Mrs Momoyuki remembered that her husband had once brought back a depilatory body lotion from one of his trips to the USA a few years ago. The mother had never used it, because she had so many body soaps and lotions already. In fact, she'd nearly forgotten all about it.

The mother stepped out of the shower and looked in the cupboard under the wash-basin. She had to rummage around to find the package, and was happy when she opened it, for there were two bottles in the box. Mrs Momoyuki's ability with English wasn't very good, but she tried to read the instructions just to make sure it was what she recalled it being. On the box, it was labelled;Saint Catherine's Famous Body Lotion (Made in Little Hampton Pass, Tennessee, Genuine Product of the USA)

She read the advertising blurb and the instructions on the box, reading that the 'handmade' product was guaranteed to give the user 'baby smooth' skin in the 'nether regions', and reduce hair growth with 'dramatic results'. Among the instructions, it said to avoid using on the face and head. Mrs Momoyuki opened one of the bottles and quite liked the smell....like coconut and strawberries.

It seemed to be a depilatory cream, as she'd hoped, so the mother hurried back to the shower stall and started applying it. Mrs Momoyuki remembered that the virus wanted it's victim's pussies to be smooth without a single bristle, and so she diligently did her best to cover her pussy hairs with the creamy foam. The mother wasn't sure how long to keep the stuff on her skin before it started to work, so she waited fifteen minutes before rinsing it off.

As it turned out, the results were better than expected.

Mrs Momoyuki looked down at her bare pussy-slit, and said out loud, “It makes me look like a schoolgirl!...Why did the North Koreans make such a virus anyway?”

'Well...at least the cream worked!', Mrs Momoyuki thought to herself, 'I wonder how often I'll need to use it?'

She touched the skin on her mound and was very happy with how smooth it was. Definitely the product was effective. Mrs Momoyuki thought that perhaps she should recommend it to her friends. If they were having the same difficulty with the virus, her friends might appreciate using a depilatory cream instead of a razor. She'd probably tell Ritsuko to use it to use it as well.

After Mrs Momoyuki dried herself off with a big fluffy towel, and wrapped it around herself, she picked up the empty lotion box and dropped it in the trash-bin.

She walked out of the bathroom, leaving the two bottles of the “Saint Catherine's Famous Body Lotion” among the body soap, shampoo, and conditioner bottles.
Atsuko

After the ringing of the end-of-lunch bell, Atsuko's classmates quickly tidied up their desks, re-arranging them back into proper order. During this busy time, one girl, “Rina”, continued fucking Atsuko with the dildo as the naked teenager lay face down (with her ass up) on the teacher's desk. The young Miss Inoue returned to the class-room while this was all going on.

The students all paused in what they were doing and bowed.

“A-chan? You're supposed to be in other classes this afternoon”, Miss Inoue said, “And Rina, don't stop playing with her....she needs it all the time remember?”

Atsuko blushed as the pretty teacher came over to the desk and began caressing her naked backside while Rina began again pumping the vibrator in and out of Atsuko's cunny.

“Come on A-chan”, Miss Inoue told her, “Let's at least get you off my desk.”

“Uh...Yes, Inoue-sensei...oh...ah...”, the naked girl answered shyly between panting, as she was helped off the desk.

The other schoolgirl didn't stop using the dildo between Atsuko's legs, so because of it's width, Atsuko had to stand with her feet well apart. Also her bottom was stuck out backwards, because Rina was still using the dildo from behind. The naked teenage girl had to hold on to the edge of the teacher's desk for balance, while her boobs swayed with each thrust.

It was a strange position to Atsuko's mind, and the thrusting of the thick dildo filling her as it vibrated kept her on the edge of climax and so was making it very difficult to talk. Mostly, all Atsuko could manage was repeatedly panting and making little whimpering noises. It didn't help at all that Rina often changed the timing of her thrusting so each slide in and out with the vibrator was nearly random.

The naked teenage girl also was feeling a bit strange now that everyone else was back sitting down in their usual classroom positions. Only she was naked and being fucked by a classmate with a vibrator. The teacher , Miss Inoue added to the surreal feeling by reaching out with one hand to massage Atsuko's right breast and play with the hard nipple.

Atsuko kept looking around the room at her classmates as she hopelessly tried to make some normal sense of the situation.

She noticed the way most of her classmates were sitting, that they had their legs parted. Often their knees were wide apart, and this was making the other girls blush too. That combined with their tiny skirts meant that Atsuko could see her friends' shaven mounds and pink pussy-lips between their spread thighs. Of course none of them were wearing panties or bras...

The virus wouldn't let them, Atsuko realised.

“Looks as if we'll have to send you to your next class, A-chan”, Miss Inoue said, “Since nobody has come to collect you.”

Atsuko could only nod, as sweat dripped off her, and then blushed when she noticed the amount of her juices dripping onto the floor between her parted feet. There were droplets of her pussy-juice everywhere. The humming of the vibrator that Rina was shoving in her was loud enough to be embarrassing too; it was another reminder of what was happening to her. Plus the slurping fucking noises as the big vibrator was pumped in and out of her pussy.

“Isn't A-chan staying in our class anymore?”, Rina asked, panting a little with the effort of her job right then.

Miss Inoue replied, “No....It's the new school rule. Atsuko has to be taken to different classes so that everyone has a chance to hear her orgasm and have some fun with her.”

“...but...ah...ah...”, Atsuko tried to question this, with a little shudder then a stronger spasm, she was driving her pussy to meet the thrusts of the dildo, then shaking as yet another orgasm swept over her with a wondrous tingling all over and lightning inside.

It felt so nice...she forgot for awhile where she was...it didn't matter for a little while, then Atsuko blushed all over as she remembered where she was.

Everyone in the class was staring at her, and smiling.

That only made her feel more embarrassed.

“...room eight-two, on the second floor”, Miss Inoue was saying.

Before Atsuko had the chance to ask what was going on, she was being led out of the classroom by a group of three other schoolgirls that she didn't know. The naked girl only heard a brief “Ja mata neh? A-chan” (see you again) from her classmates then she was already out the door. The three girls playing with her the whole time, one once again fingering Atsuko's pussy as if it was her leash. Not that she could anything about it.

“Where..are they..taking me this time”. Atsuko asked in a small whimper as they took her naked down the hallway.

“Our classroom”, said the girl who was fingering Atsuko's cunt and leading the way.

“But...”, Atsuko said, and then gave up.

It was no use, she realised. They were going to take her wherever they felt like, keep fucking her or playing with her or something...making sure that she had lots of orgasms...and nobody cared what she felt about the whole matter. It was getting harder to think too, and Atsuko felt dumb and dazed most of the time.

So she passively went along, blushing whenever they passed classrooms full of other female students who would glance up from their desks as the naked girl was led by. They would whisper her name among themselves, but they smiled at her, licked their lips, and made flirty-eyed looks at her. Then the teacher would shush them to quiet again, or otherwise try to bring her students attention back to the lesson.

Atsuko sometimes looked at the tiny cut-off skirts and the white blouses that the other students wore, then at her own nakedness in comparison. Then she'd look at the girls who were leading her and molesting her, and they too were dressed (even if in skimpy little skirts), and again at her own nudity. It was impossible not to notice that there was always one of the girls leading her with a finger (or more) in her pussy, while the others played with her bare breasts and rosy nipples.

The crazy thing was, despite all the sexual molesting, the fucking with vibrators and fingers, the licking, the pinching, the groping and the kisses....Atsuko was still incredibly horny and hot inside.

The heat and need for it never went away.

They took her upstairs, and at the very top of the stairs, Atsuko had to pause as a little mini-orgasm went through her....but the needing for more didn't stop.

It never did.

The schoolgirls with her came to a door and knocked, then led Atsuko into yet another classroom. She hardly knew any of the girls, but a few familiar faces stood out. They were all the same age as her, but Atsuko was only more embarrassed because of that.

“Hello Atsuko”, said the young female teacher in greeting, “I'm glad that you could cum...”

The teacher smiled at her own use of the word and blushed.

The naked girl only nodded, as she tried to remember the teacher's name. She was too dazed to think, and there was a weird buzzing. Then she felt something cool being stuck to her skin near her pussy, and looked down. The teacher was fastening some funny-looking cream-coloured plastic belt right over Atsuko's girl-slit.

It started to buzz like mad directly on Atsuko's clit, causing her to moan in surprise.

“Wow...”, she asked, “What is that?”

The teacher didn't answer, but blushed instead.

“Sit her on my desk”, the female teacher said, “And use these...to keep her legs apart.”

To two of the girls near Atsuko, the teacher gave fur-lined leather cuffs with long straps. They led the naked teenage girl upto the teacher's desk, and made her sit on top, facing the class. Atsuko automatically parted her thighs wide in a V, and knew that it wasn't her doing, it was the virus making her do that every time she sat down.

After Atsuko sat down, the girls with her put a cuff on each of Atsuko's ankles, pulling them even wider apart than Atsuko had already spread her legs. The other ends of the cuff's straps were tied to the legs of the desk, forcing Atsuko's thighs into an abnormally wide apart position...almost as if she was doing the splits.

The pink petals of her open cunny-lips would be easily seen by the entire class full of sixteen-year-old schoolgirls.

Next, the teacher used a pair of fur-lined handcuffs to restrain Atsuko's wrists behind her back.

'Where did she get all this stuff from?'. Atsuko wondered, as she finally remembered the teacher's name.

Mrs Ozawa, who taught Japanese History.

“Now...everyone”, Mrs Ozawa said, “Today we will study the history of Japanese dildos...”

The class full of teenage schoolgirls gasped in surprise, then became even more interested when Mrs Ozawa went behind her desk and pushed out a large cardboard box. Then another one equally as large. The teacher opened both boxes, and first took out a polished wooden phallus and an expensive black vibrator with a knobby head and a elephant stuck on one side.

The teenage schoolgirls blushed and giggled.

“We'll go in class order”, Mrs Ozawa told them, “Three at a time...one girl will use a dildo on Atsuko Momoyuki here, the other two girls will do everything else to help make Atsuko cum....they can choose any dildo or vibrator that they want...but only one.”

The classroom full of schoolgirls licked their lips, made flirty looks in Atsuko's direction, and whispered to each other in anticipation.

“...The three girls who can make Atsuko orgasm most quickly will get one of these each”, the teacher added, and held up a cute pink finger-sized vibrator.

Hearing this, Atsuko bit her upper lip softly, and looked around the class with worry. With her legs forced apart like this, and her hands restrained behind her back, even if Atsuko could resist, Mrs Ozawa had ensured it would be impossible now. Her pussy felt hotter and hotter, her nipples burned hard with excitement, and she could feel her lubricant dribbling out of her exposed love-hole.

“Oh...”, Atsuko whimpered with worry, but couldn't even say the word 'no' anymore.

She was completely vulnerable to anything that they might do to her...and what they intended made her so horny that Atsuko wanted them to hurry up just as much as she was dreading it. The buzzing of the butterfly vibrator on her clit was close to setting her off anyway. Atsuko was perspiring and wriggling wishing that she could escape it, but at the same time enjoying the unwanted sensual torture on her love-button.

“I'll be keeping score while we study the variety of Japanese dildos since the Heian Era and over the past eight centuries since...”, Mrs Ozawa told them.

The first three girls, one of them apparently the class-captain, came sauntering up to the front of the class. They started looking through the boxes filled with vibrators and dildos, being maybe a bit too fussy. The teacher interrupted them sharply.

“I'm timing you already, so hurry up”, Mrs Ozawa told them with a serious voice, “I'll time everyone from the moment Atsuko has finished one orgasm to the next one. Everyone you better hurry! The point, remember, is to make Atsuko Momoyuki have as many climaxes as possible, of course. So...no wasting time is allowed.”

The teacher smiled when the three girls quickly chose a big cock-shaped vibrator that was very realistic in detail. To Atsuko's eyes, it looked huge. She doubted it would even fit, but the three girls smiled with glee and anticipation. They were going to use it on her anyway.
Ritsuko

Stepping out of the house, Ritsuko looked around very nervously and with both hands held tight onto the hem of her cut-off and too-short skirt. The little blue skirt was so short that it only barely covered her 'down-there'. It was the longest that she'd been able to wear when Ritsuko had tried to get dressed after fixing her skirts that morning.

There was a cool breeze outside that tickled her wet pussy lips and bottom because under the tiny skirt, the young woman had no underwear on. More embarrassingly to Ritsuko, were the wet trickles that flowed from her soaked pussy and down the insides of her thighs. This morning she'd found out that wiping the wetness away was forbidden by the virus too.

One of her friends had told her the same thing was happening to them too.

She looked again up and down the street, but there was nobody around, so Ritsuko walked quickly to the gate, her high-heels tapping on the brickwork path. Then she pulled down at the high hem of her skirt again. Ritsuko blushed and licked her lips, and with worried eyes checked the street again. Her quim burned inside with the need to be touched and filled.

'I can do this...', she thought to herself, trying to be brave, 'I just have to walk to the shops and come back home again...I have to try...'

Ritsuko opened the gate, the hinges squeaked, then she started walking along the pavement to the intersection.

The whole time she worried about being seen by the neighbours.

'This skirt is too short!', the young woman thought with worry, 'Way too short!...Just another two streets...and I'll be at the shops...'

She crossed the small street and turned left, going up the slight slope. There were people walking on this street, but nobody had looked at her yet. Ritsuko saw Mrs Suzuki, the mother of one of Atsuko's friends, doing her gardening while wearing a pretty yellow dress. It was the first time that Ritsuko had ever seen Mrs Suzuki wearing a dress.

Mrs Suzuki noticed Ritsuko and nodded in greeting, but didn't wave like she usually would've. Instead the woman blushed, and her eyes expressed sympathy. Ritsuko guessed from that look that Mrs Suzuki had the virus symptoms too. Possibly the older woman wasn't wearing knickers or bra, and that's why she blushed.

Ritsuko tried to smile reassuringly, but blushed crimson as a breeze tickled her under the tiny skirt, reminding again of her lack of panties. Her blush also made her feel hotter inside, and the melting desire for sex began driving Ritsuko a little crazy. She sometimes wanted to touch herself, but managed not to.

An elderly man rode by going downhill on his bicycle. He stared at the very attractive young woman in the teeny-tiny indecently short skirt and watched her long bare legs. He looked back at her as he passed, then crashed headlong into a parked car.

Ritsuko glanced back when she heard the impact but was too embarrassed to go back and help. People might see her dressed like this. She hurried away instead. Other people who heard the crash of the bicycle into the parked car ran over to help the unconscious elderly man.

The young woman was long gone by then.

At last, Ritsuko reached the row of small shops that were the total of the local neighbourhood shopping district. She passed the pharmacist, which had a handwritten sign in the window, “Tampons sold-out”. The pharmacist was busy, with a dozen women lined up at the counter to buy depilatory creams, razors, and skin creams. The women wore skirts or dresses; none of them wore pants. Most of them wore high-heels too.

Ritsuko felt like she stood out, as she was the youngest woman around, and she wore a tiny super-short skirt. The other women were all in their late 20s to 30s, mostly. A couple of the women glanced at Ritsuko, and in their knowing looks, she knew that they knew that she wore no underwear.

The virus symptoms were probably too obvious in the way Ritsuko was dressed.

She came to the grocery store, but entered quietly. The shop's owner heard her though and looked up with surprise. The elderly women looked Ritsuko up and down, taking in her whole appearance, then smiled.

“Welcome, Ree-chan!”, the old lady said, “Do you have it too or is this only your current fashion?”

Ritsuko blushed and nodded, too shy and embarrassed to reply.

“Ah...I see”, the old lady said, “You poor thing, it must be difficult. I heard that cute little A-chan has it the worst in the whole neighbourhood. Is that true?”

Ritsuko nodded, and went over to the counter to talk to old lady.

“Yes...A-chan has it”, Ritsuko told her, “She's been having a lot of problems...She needs...she needs a lot of help.”

Ritsuko blushed crimson at saying the last part as she remembered how she played with Atsuko that morning.

The old shop lady smiled in sympathy.

“Not wearing a bra, I see”, the old lady said, reaching out with her right hand and groping Atsuko's left boob through the fabric of the young woman's T-shirt.

Ritsuko was too taken back by surprise to react, even more so as the old lady continued to massage her breast and played with the nipple through the T-shirt.

“Uh...bra...can't...”, the young woman stammered.

“Oh yes...I see, can't wear a bra”, old Mrs Kimura commented, “No underwear neh?”

Ritsuko could only nod, wide-eyed and too surprised by what was happening to say anything at that moment. The wrinkled rough hand on her boob felt so nice, setting off tingling warm feelings everywhere, especially between her thighs and in her tummy that Ritsuko almost didn't want the old lady to stop, but at the same time, she was so shocked and so unprepared that the young woman didn't know what to say. After all, she didn't want to seem to be rude to old Mrs Kimura either.

None of this seemed to bother the old shop lady; she just kept on massaging Ritsuko's tit, occasionally playing with the nipple.

“Ree-chan, were you going to buy anything?”, the old lady asked while doing this.

Ritsuko vaguely nodded as her nipple was pinched by the old fingers.

“Uh...ah...yes...”, she mumbled.

“Oh sorry...you seem distracted”, the old shop lady said, suddenly stopping and taking her hand away.

Ritsuko breathed out, not realising until then that she'd been holding her breath. The old lady acted as if nothing odd had happened. She just smiled warmly so calmly that Ritsuko almost wondered if the whole event was imaginary.

“What's wrong?”, the old lady asked.

Ritsuko shook her head, and mumbled, “Um...nothing...I was going to buy...”, then stopped having forgotten what it was that she'd been planning to buy.

Then the young woman glanced around and went to the refrigerator and took out two cartons of milk, and walked back to the counter. As Ritsuko got there, a middle-aged woman in a long wine-red dress also was going to the counter. They both got there at the same time, but the older woman waved for Ritsuko to go first.

The young woman nodded and smiled, and said to the old shop lady, “These two milk, and...”, she paused to look down, “Oh...and the newspaper.”

Ritsuko bent down without thinking and picked up one of the thick newspapers. Only afterwards did she realise how much of her ass was showing to the middle-aged woman behind her. With a blush, she stood up quickly and put the newspaper on the counter, hoping that the other woman didn't notice.

The middle-aged woman commented, “Oh...you have it then? What stage are you now? Stage-four maybe...it looks like stage-four...I've got it too, I think...maybe...it's very distracting isn't it?”

The woman's talkativeness amazed Ritsuko, but she was stunned when the other woman - while still talking - very casually put a hand up Ritsuko's tiny skirt and started caressing her warm bottom.

“I think maybe I'm already at stage-two or maybe three...”, the other woman said, as her hand circled Ritsuko's ass-cheeks, caressing each one in turn.

Ritsuko squirmed, unsure what to do, she tried to move away, but instead her bottom stuck out towards the woman more invitingly. She tried to push the other woman's hand away, but could only grab the wrist and do nothing else to stop the middle-aged woman doing as she wanted. Ritsuko even tried to say 'stop that', but her voice came out as a mere whimper instead.

“My oldest daughter has it too...poor girl”, the middle-aged woman chattered on regardless, “I don't know how to tell my husband...he's a policeman...I think he'd be shocked. This morning wasn't too bad, but she called me from school and said it's getting worse...”

The middle-aged woman slid her hand lower down between Ritsuko's ass-cheeks, down, down, and into the gap between her thighs.

Ritsuko was already unwillingly arching her ass out backwards, and now found herself parting her feet, spreading her legs a little. In seconds, the nattering woman was caressing Ritsuko's wet cunny-lips softly, tickling them, and making the young woman mewl in response.

“I did try to tell my husband about the virus attack”, the middle-aged woman said, as she slipped one finger into Ritsuko's pussy-hole, “...but I don't think he understood...men just don't listen, do they?”

She slowly began sliding the finger inwards and outwards of Ritsuko's slippery hot cunny, making Ritsuko whimper and involuntarily start thrusting her pelvis back to meet the other woman's finger-fucking thrusts.

“You're Ritsuko Momoyuki aren't you?”, the middle-aged woman asked while now using two fingers pumping in and out of Ritsuko's pussy.

“Um...yes....”, Ritsuko replied in a tiny murmur, as she was too shocked at what was happening to her, and at her own inability to resist.

“Ah...so...it's your little sister, Atsuko, who was naked at the school today!”, the middle-aged woman exclaimed, “She's already at the infection's stage-seven, I was told...”

The older woman was now blatantly finger-fucking Ritsuko right there in the shop, but the old shop lady behind the counter only watched all this as if there was nothing wrong. Ritsuko was pursing her lips tightly as she tried not to moan too loudly, she was now leaning over the counter, trying to brace herself from falling over. When she looked at Mrs Kimura, the old shop lady just smiled at her warmly.

“Are you ready to pay for the milk and newspaper?”, Mrs Kimura asked, “I don't mind....I can wait until after your climax....”

Ritsuko found the situation too much to grasp; she just stared in astonishment.

Behind her, the middle-aged woman was still talking and finger-fucking Ritsuko's pussy.

“I can't really help this you know...your mother said it best”, the middle-aged woman was saying, “...it's the virus of course, but you probably need an orgasm, neh? I wish that I could help you with more...but I have shopping to do, and I was only here to buy some butter and bread...My poor daughter is at the same stage of the infection, neh?”

The woman started using both hands, one continuing to finger-fuck Ritsuko's cunt, the other playing with her clit and sometimes sliding up to fondle and grope Ritsuko's tits.

Ritsuko was lost by then, panting rapidly and feeling overwhelmed by this older woman.

“Of course it must be the virus..you smell lovely”, the middle-aged woman commented, “Really quite adorable, I think...My daughter is a screamer when she climaxes...they say it's the virus does that...all the really infected girls are screamers....they go off like fire-crackers when they orgasm...”

Ritsuko was almost ready to climax anyway, and was trying not to, at the same time she kept looking around worried that she'd be seen like this. The middle-aged woman was now shoving three or maybe four fingers into Ritsuko's sodden cunny, groping her boobs, pinching nipples sometimes, and frequently rubbing her clitoris. But Ritsuko found it impossible to stop her.

“It was very difficult to hide the sound from my husband”, the older woman said, “I don't know what he thinks all the noises are..but I kept shushing my daughter this morning....poor girl, like you she needs it too much! Don't worry, dear, we'll take good care of you...I heard your little sister is going to need it all the time from now on...”

Finally, Ritsuko could take no more and she felt the quiver inside build and build, then she was jerking and calling out as the joyful release washed over her....

It didn't seem to matter anymore that she was in a grocery store.