LifeSim: Breeding Edition, Ch. 10, Pt. 1

LifeSim: Breeding Expansion

by Fidget

Chapter 10

Part 1

As was appropriate for a zombie apocalypse, it had all started innocuously one cool morning. Emma and Julia were driving through their neighborhood with their windows down, not noticing anything amiss as they passed a small cluster of women and one man standing around a mailbox. As the two twenty-five-year-olds drove past, however, completely oblivious to whatever early-morning conversation was happening, all of a sudden one of the indistinct voices somehow cut through the cool morning air like a knife, and both girls’ bodies went rigid as a sensuous, masculine baritone suddenly demanded their attention.

As quiet as it was at such a distance, it nonetheless thrummed its way into their eardrums, down through their bodies, and between their legs, where both girls suddenly found their pussies vibrated into a pleasant, quickly growing arousal.

It had only taken a second – they left the conversation in their wake, and the Voice immediately dwindled away into nothing – but by that point both girls were already flushed and panting, images of a hard, throbbing cock thrust unbidden into their minds.

Emma glanced over at Julia. “I feel, um, a bit weird all of a sudden.”

Her friend’s cheeks were bright pink, and her lower lip was slightly open and pouting. “Yeah, uh, me too,” she responded awkwardly.

“I wonder what that was?”

“I think it was some guy’s voice,” Julia responded. Her eyes grew slightly unfocused, and she bit her lip as she continued driving.

Emma could guess what her friend was daydreaming about, as she too was sorely tempted to fantasize about how good a nice, thick cock would feel sliding between her increasingly slick, tingly labia at that moment. As pleasant as the feeling was, however, she didn’t like the way it had been forced upon her, and she took a few deep breaths to try to calm herself down. Her body seemed incredibly reluctant to give up the tingly pleasure of its sexual arousal, though, and her labia remained stubbornly engorged and sensitive at the fresh memory of that compelling thrumming.

“Do guys’ voices usually have this, um, effect?” Emma asked, her words dancing a bit closer to what they were both clearly feeling.

“Mmm, I wish,” Julia answered, her eyes still unfocused and lost in fantasy.

“I dunno, Julia, doesn’t this seem kinda messed up to you?”

“I mean, I guess?” Julia responded, trying to get her friend to pipe down for a second so that she could enjoy the sensations coming from between her thighs. With the way the athletic blonde had indulged in the fantasy, the initial pleasant vibrations had quickly grown into a steady, insistent pulsing. She began to wish she was alone, so that she could feed her body’s growing hunger for sexual contact.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that we just drive by a house, hear a random guy’s voice for two seconds, and suddenly we’re both feeling like, well, this?” Emma resisted the temptation to imagine what her friend must be picturing at that moment, recognizing how fragile her control over her body and feelings was as her own pussy continued to beg for attention.

“Maybe the guy just had a really sexy voice,” Julia said, still trying to hold onto the pleasantly intense desire that had infected her body.

“Julia, this isn’t normal! I think we should be really careful with these feelings.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Julia said, a bit more life coming back into her eyes as she finally took the time to focus on what her friend was saying.

“Promise me you’ll stay away from this part of the neighborhood,” Emma insisted, still fighting to get her breathing and arousal back under control.

“I promise,” Julia said, a bit reluctantly, and went back to driving. “It feels… nice, though,” she sighed a few seconds later, ending the conversation.

Emma glanced over at Julia as they drove along in silence, noticing that her friend’s eyes had glazed over once again as she had fallen back into the fantasy. Her face was still splotchy and pink with the flush of sexual arousal, and she was biting her lip again. Dropping her gaze lower, below her friend’s heaving B-cup bust, Emma saw that Julia’s hips were moving in very slight, almost-imperceptible circles.

It does feel nice. Seeing how much her friend was enjoying herself, it was the easiest thing in the world for Emma to accidentally focus on that feeling again, on the memory of the Voice thrumming through her, and her body was more than happy to pick up right where she left off even as she tried to muster the willpower to continue to fight.

Emma felt herself flushing with pleasant arousal again in spite of her efforts, her skin prickling with the speed of the heat surging through her body, and the fading image of that cock in her mind suddenly became clear and distinct once more. Her mouth gently dropped open and suddenly she was panting again, not noticing that she too was gently rolling her hips, imagining the cock that belonged to the Voice sliding into her virgin vagina as her arousal was driven higher and higher.

The two horny young women drove back to Julia’s house in awkward, distracted silence, and when they arrived Julia made a brief, nonsensical excuse that neither girl heard and fled into the building.

Emma tried to resist the urge to squeeze her thighs together as she made her way over to her own house next door, still trying to fight off the involuntary feelings of tingly arousal pounding their way through her body. As soon as her door was closed behind her, however, her resistance immediately crumbled, and she slid a finger between her legs ostensibly to take the edge off her out-of-control arousal.

That only stoked her burning need for stimulation higher, of course, and instead of eating breakfast and getting ready for work, Emma soon found herself back in bed, working three fingers in and out of her needy pussy as she imagined a faceless man with the Voice talking dirty to her as he filled her with his cock. The memory of that thrumming baritone was better than any vibrator, and Emma soon found herself cumming out of her mind, moaning at the top of her lungs, begging the Voice to keep fucking her.

A half hour later Emma reluctantly left her bed and began hastily preparing for work. Her mind was a bit clearer now that she had cum, and more than ever she was becoming uncomfortable with the way all of that pleasure and arousal had been forced on her, regardless of how satisfying the orgasm had been. Never again.

That proved easier said than done, however. Over the next few days word slowly began to spread that women in the neighborhood were starting to fall pregnant. Details of how it was happening were scarce, and by all accounts the women in question were deliriously happy when they found out about their condition, but Emma was absolutely certain that it had something to do with the Voice that she and Julia had been exposed to a few days earlier.

At the same time, as much as she had promised herself not to let her memory of the Voice affect her, Emma found that it had a sneaky tendency to pop into her mind whenever she felt like masturbating, lighting her body on fire with arousal and giving her stronger orgasms than she’d ever experienced before as she fantasized about being filled with the Voice’s cock.

When she went over to check on Julia one afternoon, she found her in an even worse state, flushed and disheveled from what were clearly Voice-inspired marathon masturbation sessions.

Julia had also heard about the epidemic of pregnancies in the neighborhood, though she hadn’t given it much thought past how weird it was. Upon hearing Emma’s theory that the Voice and the pregnancies were somehow connected, however, she suddenly sobered up.

“Wait, you think that the Voice is the one getting these women pregnant??”

“It makes sense, doesn’t it? Think about how we felt after just hearing it for a second – if it affects other women like it affects us, don’t you think it would make them more willing to let themselves get impregnated?”

Emma watched as her athletic friend’s eyes immediately glazed over at the thought of hearing the Voice, and a flush quickly started in the top of her cleavage and spread up her neck. It was clear that Julia was indulging in the Voice a bit too often, and Emma congratulated herself on her ability to stay calm and on-topic while talking about it. Still, she knew that the pleasure always there, waiting for her, fully capable of overwhelming her body with desperate sexual need if she weren’t careful.

Finally, Julia shook her head and tried to calm herself down, a look of panic now taking the place of arousal in her eyes. “Omigod Emma, I think you might be right. They definitely would be more willing to let themselves get knocked up, or at least…” her voice trailed off and she looked away, embarrassed, at what she was admitting.

“Ok, so no more thinking about the Voice then, no matter how tempting it might be!” Emma said firmly, blushing just as fiercely at this admission of what the thought of the Voice could do to her as well. It was like she and Julia had been infected with something, and if they weren’t careful, they’d fully turn into knocked up sex zombies, blissfully happy at the thought of their bodies being used as incubators for some random guy with a magic voice.

“Right. Ok. Yeah, you’re right, you’re definitely right,” Julia stammered, clearly conflicted about the idea of giving up all the pleasure the Voice could bring her, even though she knew it was for her own good.

“We’re not going to end up as one of those pregnant girls, no matter what happens!”

“Right! No matter what!” Julia echoed, though Emma could still see the conflict behind her friend’s eyes.

Julia’s promise to Emma not to masturbate to the thought of the Voice lasted almost four hours. The urge was much stronger than she’d anticipated, and though she kept it a secret, Julia spent hours every day irresistibly jilling herself into a quivering puddle of feminine sexual need in the privacy of her bed.

A few days later Emma noticed that another stage of the infection had been inflicted on the neighborhood, and she turned up outside of Julia’s house that afternoon after work, knocking loudly on her friend’s door.

The sudden noise interrupted Julia in the middle of yet another post-work marathon masturbation session. She had gotten used to her memory of the Voice suddenly turning her on whenever she drove into the neighborhood on her way home from work, and had just assumed that she was so focused on her job as an athletic trainer during the day that she just didn’t have time to fantasize while she was away from home.