Immunity - Pt. 02: The Food Court

Part 2: The Food Court

They were both winded, gasping for breath as they entered the food court, hearts pounding in their chests. Constantly looking over their shoulders, they moved from whatever cover they could find to the next: pillars and garbage cans, overturned tables and chairs.

"We have to find someplace secure," Brooke whispered, looking around in the deserted space. There were food stalls everywhere but no way to barricade themselves in. A bathroom perhaps? They'd have water there as well, and then they could bring some food in there with them...

"Come on, this way..."

"Hey, watch out," Skylar whispered urgently.

Brooke felt her heart leap up into her mouth as she saw that she'd nearly stepped on a prone body. It was a middle-aged man, dressed in sweat pants and a baggy T-shirt, lying on the floor. His green eyes were wide, frozen and unblinking, a dribble of fluid still leaking from his mouth. Looking more closely, Brooke could see a slight rise and fall in the man's chest. She and Skylar exchanged a look between them. So the men weren't dead, after all. Just... comatose.

Giving an uneasy last glance behind, the sisters tip-toed up to a sandwich shop counter, hastily shoving bread and bags of chips into a plastic bag and then continued on towards the rear of the court where the bathrooms were located. Only, just as they were about two-thirds of the way along, someone quietly called out:

"Hey!"

Skylar and Brooke both jumped with a start, turning to see some motion across the way: someone waving from behind a cinnamon bun counter, which had a folding metal security gate slid across. The sisters shared another wordless look between them and then headed over cautiously.

As they approached, they saw that it was a woman, still dressed in her work outfit consisting of a teal polo shirt and dark slacks, about their own age, early twenties perhaps, Asian, brown-eyed and dark-haired. But she didn't open the gate right away, and Brooke could see her carefully appraising the both of them, looking them up and down.

"You haven't been in contact with any of... them..?"

Brooke wasn't sure how to respond, but Skylar spoke up immediately, answering for the both of them. "No, we hid out in a store, and then ran over here when they broke in," she lied easily.

The counter girl gave them each one last look, focusing in on their chests, her eyes lingering on Brooke's soiled shirt before dropping her gaze lower. But finally she was seemingly satisfied, and inserted a key and unlocked the gate, opening it part of the way. Brooke and Skylar slipped in, one at a time, and they breathed a sigh of relief as the girl pulled the gate shut again.

"Thank you -- thank you so much..."

"I'm Hailee," the counter girl introduced herself with a nod. "Let's meet the others."

Hailee led the pair of them back to the kitchen prep area, where a mother and daughter were sitting on the floor with their backs up against the wall, chatting quietly together, while another man was standing around, half-leaning up against a stainless steel counter.

"I found a few more survivors," Hailee announced as they entered the room.

"Um... Hi," Brooke greeted the group awkwardly, looking around. "I'm Brooke and this is my sister, Skylar."

"Hey, how you doing?" the man greeted easily. He was an older gentleman with a receding hairline, wearing a mall security uniform. "Name's Harry."

"I really don't think you should be bringing more people in here," the older of the two sitting women rebuked sharply. "It's close enough quarters as it is, we don't know how long we'll be here and we have limited supplies."

"Well, if I was all about hoarding supplies, I wouldn't have invited you in," Hailee replied coolly.

"Mom..!" The younger woman cut in with an embarrassed look as the mother opened her mouth to retort. She reluctantly closed her mouth and looked away.

"I'm Kendall," the daughter offered, getting to her feet. She was college-aged, wearing a matching dark-gray athleisure legging and halter set, along with a white button-down, cuffed at the sleeves and tied at the waist. "And this is my mom, Lauren."

They both shared the same features of brunette hair, blue-eyes and slim builds but there the similarities ended. Kendall's face, while somber, naturally, owing to the situation at hand, nonetheless held a quality of kindness and openness, while her mother's face carried the worn lines of a constant scowl and perpetually pursed lips. Lauren was dressed unsurprisingly in a dour brown sweater and unassuming loose slacks. The only spot of brightness on her -- other than the cold blue of her eyes -- was a small gold cross dangling around her neck by a thin delicate chain.

"It's nice to meet you both," Skylar offered, but the mother continued steadfastly looking in the opposite direction.

"I'll let you get settled in," Hailee broke in, smoothly and briskly. "There's a bathroom through that door over there. And the soda fountain's still working for now, so help yourself." She left the kitchen, presumably to return front and keep guard, leaving the pair of them to stand there out of place as the newcomers.

The silence spiralled out for a while, until Harry finally spoke up again. "So it's pretty crazy out there, huh? Where were you coming from?"

"We were in the atrium when everything started," Brooke replied. "I... I've never seen anything like that..."

"Us either," Kendall agreed. "Luckily we were here grabbing lunch and Hailee was so fast, like she locked us all in right away so we were safe...

"But what we saw.... through the gate..." she shuddered. "The way they attacked everyone... and then how quickly all of the women... how they all changed..."

Harry was shaking his head in amazement. "They were like animals..."

There was a quiet moment as they each relived their memories of their shared traumatic experience.

"Whores."

Brooke looked up to see that Lauren had finally acknowledged them once more, still sitting on the floor, looking up at them all, her brow furrowed darkly. "Not animals. They were all acting like whores. It didn't affect any of the men."

"Well, I don't know about that," Harry commented affably. "It may not have hit 'em the same way, but they looked plenty affected --"

"It's punishment for our society's wicked ways," Lauren continued over him. "It only affected those disgusting, loose, scandalous women, those that revel in sinfulness and promiscuity.

"The only difference is now their outward appearance matches their immorality."

"Mom!" Kendall scolded. "That's enough!"

"Look at you," Lauren sneered, turning on her daughter now. "Dressed like a tart in those skin-tight clothes, cavorting around practically stark naked! It's a wonder you're not one of them yourself."

Brooke noticed Lauren's narrowed eyes dart over to Skylar as well.

"I'm so sorry," Kendall apologized to the rest of the group. "It's um... it's been a stressful day for us all..."

Her mother didn't continue the attack, instead turning back away from the group again.

"Whores," she muttered.

***

"She seems wonderful," Skylar remarked quietly later that evening, jerking her thumb back towards the kitchen. It was perfectly clear to both of them who she was talking about.

The two sisters sat up front on top of the counter just behind the security gate. Everyone was taking shifts to look out for trouble or other survivors and now it was Brooke's turn; Skylar had tagged along to keep her company.

"Tell me about it," Brooke replied. "Of all the people to hunker down with and we get stuck with that whack-a-doodle..."

"Well, maybe she's onto something," Skylar mused hyperbolically. "After all, nothing happened to you... Is it because you're so virtuous..?"

"Shhhhh!" Brooke looked around nervously, even though it was plain that no one else was in earshot. "We'd better not let on that that happened to me...

"Maybe we shouldn't have lied," she added after a little while.

"Look, there is no "we", I was the one that lied," Skylar retorted. "And I'd do it again. Besides, what's the big deal? You're totally fine."

Am I, though?

In the aftermath, they'd run and fled, and she hadn't really had a chance to assess herself. Now that things had calmed down, relatively... Brooke supposed she really didn't feel any differently. Certainly she hadn't changed how those other women had...

"Seriously, why do you suppose I wasn't affected like everyone else?"

Skylar considered before eventually shrugging. "Who the hell knows? Maybe you have some kind of natural immunity?

"If that's true, maybe I do too!"

Brooke said nothing, staring out into the gloom of the empty food court.

I hope we never have to find out, she thought.

***

Later that evening, Brooke lay quietly trying to fall asleep, unable to manage more than a light doze. While she should've been exhausted after the day's events, it wasn't exactly comfortable lying on the hard floor of the breakroom, where she and Skylar had set up for the night after their watch shift had ended, leaving the others in the kitchen. They'd made do with a few aprons to serve as padding and a few more rolled up as pillows, but still it was far from five-star accommodations.

As Brooke shifted uncomfortably, she found her thoughts drifting back to what had happened back in the atrium. It had been horrific... Blinding white pain had filled the top of her head as her ponytail had felt like it was being ripped from her scalp. The way that that barista had tried to put that... that thing... into her mouth. And then, when she'd shoved Brooke's head down between her thighs...

Brooke had thought she would suffocate... She couldn't breathe, and it'd been so hot in there, and then there was... the wetness. The wetness from the woman's sex, pressed up against Brooke's mouth, flooding it, so much that she thought she might drown...

"Brooke..."

And then finally had come that orb, thick and round, firm yet gelatinous, parting the barista's labia as it emerged and then spreading Brooke's own lips, filling her mouth, bulging her cheeks... how easily it had slid down her throat of its own accord, in spite of her best efforts and its overly large diameter, before it had lodged itself in her esophagus, stretching it out, choking her. Somehow then it had continued moving down her throat and then she'd felt it seemingly explode like a supernova... radiating throughout her body.

"Hey, Brooke..."

She hadn't told Skylar, hadn't even self-reflected on it, but now, with her subconscious unfettered, she could acknowledge that it had felt... good... It had felt like... like an orgasm. Not just between her legs, but throughout her whole body. It'd felt like a bomb going off in her head. And she thought of all of those other women, choking and coughing, and then grunting and moaning, as their bodies rippled and changed, becoming fitter, hotter, sexier... tits growing, rounder and heavier, fabric tearing, and then down between their legs, something else happening, something growing there as well...

"Brooke!"

Her eyes flew open, and Skylar's concerned face slowly swam into focus in the dim light.

"Are you ok?

"You were having a nightmare... You were groaning and rolling around..."

Brooke realized she was still panting.

"Oh, it was... it was just what happened today," she whispered breathlessly, swallowing thickly. "Sorry, I guess I was having a flashback...

"I'm ok, Skylar. Go back to sleep."

Her younger sister didn't need to be told a second time. Seemingly satisfied, she flopped back over and promptly went motionless.

Brooke was relieved that she'd used her blazer as a blanket -- otherwise, Skylar would've seen her hand up her skirt, between her legs, rubbing her own wetness. Shocked, she surreptitiously moved her hand back to her side.

Am I seriously turned on by what happened to me..?

Brooke's troubled mind was a whirl. Had she truly escaped from today's episode unaffected after all? Listening to her sister's deep, steady breaths, she lay there quietly until she felt sure that Skylar really had fallen back asleep.

Then she slid two fingers back inside of herself.

***

"We're staying put and that's final," Lauren announced loudly the next morning, a shrill note entering her voice.

"Mom!" Kendall made a small frustrated gesture. "We should at least listen to what they're saying..."

"Absolutely not. I don't have to--"

"No one said anyone has to do anything," Hailee broke in smoothly as always. "We're just discussing potential options. I'd really love it if we can all come to an agreement and stick together as a group. If not... then we'll go our separate ways."

Something on the Asian girl's face told Brooke that she might not be all that devastated if some of them didn't end up sticking together...

"Well, see I know it's a little tricky," Harry began again, giving Lauren a cautious glance. "But it might not be a bad idea to get over to the security center. There's a radio over there, and there's also the camera system too. We'd be able to see what's going on all over the whole mall. And there ain't no way one of them psycho super ladies is breaking down those metal doors."

There had been some ongoing discussion on just how strong the altered, infected women had become and whether or not the security gate was truly affording them any real protection. But the bottom line was, nobody really knew.

In addition to the security situation, something appeared to have happened to the cellular network infrastructure inside of the mall; while Brooke and Skylar had lost their purses holding their phones in the scramble, it wouldn't have made any difference -- none of the others could get any phone signal and they'd been discussing ways in which they could attempt to get outside help.

"We bring in all of our stock through the service areas in the back," Hailee added. "We could take the service corridors to the security center and not have to be exposed out in the open."

"There might even be some of my co-workers holed up in there," Harry finished.

There did seem to be some logical appeal in heading over there, but then... here they were already safe. Brooke frankly wouldn't have minded having something more to eat than the cinnamon buns, which were overly sweet even without the icing, and it didn't help that there was nothing else to drink but soda. And getting help seemed like it should be the greatest priority of all. But in the end, the group decided to sleep on it for one more night.

In retrospect, they should have left that day.

***

"I'm not a whore," Brooke whimpered.

"Yes, you are," Lauren contradicted.

"Total whore," Kendall echoed.

"Looks like it to me," Harry agreed in his easygoing way.

"So why are you touching yourself then, like a totally nasty, dirty whore?" Hailee asked, her brown uptilted eyes narrowed and accusing.

They were all standing around there in the kitchen, surrounding Brooke while she leaned up against the wall, compulsively, frantically rubbing herself beneath her skirt.

"I... I can't help it," she protested. "I'm just so... so fucking turned on..."

She couldn't stop herself, despite her shame and embarrassment, openly masturbating in front of them all. She needed it too badly, and it felt so good, too good to stop...

"It's because you're a horny little slut. You always have been." Skylar stepped out in front from behind the others, her blue eyes glittering with malice. "You've always pretended to be such a proper, good little girl, but inside you know you're not. Deep down, you're just a filthy whore.

"You're a whore, Brooke...

"A whore...

"Brooke...

"Brooke!!!"

Brooke's eyes flew open, ripped out of her dream. Skylar hovered in front of her, her expression bearing none of the predatory venom from Brooke's nightmare, only sheer panic. Skylar's wide eyes flicked down to Brooke's hand and back up again -- and Brooke realized with a jolt that she'd been touching herself in her sleep again, and this time, her sister had seen. Yet something far more urgent was happening, instantly eclipsing the sudden wave of embarrassment.

"Whore! Whore!!!"

It wasn't just the dream -- someone actually was screaming and Brooke realized it was coming from the front. She leapt to her feet, rushing out to see what the commotion was, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight before her.

Clearly, it had been Lauren's turn to stand watch, and somehow one of the infected had gotten close enough to reach through the gaps in the folding security gate and take hold of her. Now, she was facing the others who had already gathered, her back to the gate; and her pants were down around her ankles. The woman outside could have been a model with her fair features and flaming red hair, were she not totally naked, with fluid drooling out of her mouth the exact same shade of her vibrant green eyes.

"You cannot defile me!" Lauren shrieked, but even as she did so, the altered redhead slammed into her exposed rear from behind, the gate rattling with every thrust.

"Mom!" Kendall screamed, her hands clutched in front of her, Hailee's arms on her shoulders, holding her back, as they all stood in horror. "Mom!!!"

"I am pure! I am chaste! I am clean!" Lauren raved as the infected woman plowed into her over and over again, grunting with unrestrained pleasure.

"Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uhh!"

Brooke felt Skylar's hand on her arm, clutching it tightly with terror, as the metallic rattling of the security gate rang out through the shop, along with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin and the redhead's guttural noises of lust.

"Uhhhhhhhh!" The redhead's eyes rolled back as she thrust herself forward a final time, remaining buried up to the hilt, while still continuously bucking up against Lauren, filling her up. The mother's own cold blue eyes went wide with shock at the sensation as she remained pinned up against the security gate.

"No! No..! I won't be corrupted by your filth! My purity is absolute! I am -- guukkk!"

A huge mouthful of green slime exploded out, slopping down her chin.

"Acccck! Guuk! Guukkkkk!"

Lauren thrashed and twitched as she choked, her head banging against the metal fencing, and everyone in the shop watched in petrified awe as she began to transform, the front of her sweater expanding in a series of pulsations.

The woman behind released her, pulling her own arms back through the gate, leaving Lauren to fall to her knees, clutching her throat as she shook and convulsed. Brooke had a momentary glimpse of the redhead's hypersexualized curves and huge, glistening erection, still dribbling, before she slid back into the gloom of the food court.

"Mom!" Kendall shrieked in distress as her mother went down on all fours before collapsing entirely, her limbs now only sporadically jerking. Kendall tore out of Hailee's grasp, running over to crouch down by Lauren's side.

"No, Kendall!" Hailee yelled, but it was too late. Lauren's blank blue eyes snapped into focus as green welled up from deep within them like spreading ink, and with sudden, unnerving speed she was on top of her daughter, pinning her down.

Kendall's concern instantly morphed into fear and alarm, as Lauren's face, eager and hungry, gazed down from above as she restrained her. "Ahhhhh!! Mom, no! No!!!"

Her mother was heedless. A massive ripple was making its way up Lauren's throat, and then she grabbed her daughter by the mouth with both hands, forcing her jaw open.

"Stop it!" Hailee cried out, horrified. She made to intervene, but Harry grabbed her in turn, holding her back. "Stop!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhh..!"

Kendall's wordless cries rose up an octave in sheer terror until her mother bent over and spread her own jaws unnaturally wide, forcing a glowing, green orb from her mouth into her daughter's as she frantically tried to turn her head from side to side, hands flailing.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh--accckk! Gaakkkk..." Kendall began gagging as the thick payload slid down her esophagus and then she began shaking and thrashing as her mother had not long before, her feet kicking at empty air.

"That's it," Lauren encouraged, sitting upright as her daughter convulsed beneath, still gasping and choking. "Take it... take it all in, you little slut..."

Lauren ripped the sweater from her lithe body, the heavy, high-set globes of her newly enhanced bust swinging free, completely naked save for the gleaming cross necklace.

The rest of the survivors could only look on helplessly as the infection took hold of Kendall, her chest beginning to expand, and Lauren's green eyes went wide with indecent excitement. She started stroking her new, massive cock, jutting out over her daughter's taut, fit belly.

Kendall's hips began rising off the ground, and her lycra leggings made it easy to see the bulge in front, growing and growing. Her own blue eyes had rolled back as well, green fluid oozing out of her slack mouth, running down the sides of her face as she gurgled.

Skylar, still gripping Brooke's arm, nails digging in, tried to pull her away, but Brooke was unable to move, rooted to the floor. In spite of her shock, she felt her breath catch in her chest. She wanted to look away, but a part of herself also didn't want to stop...

Lauren reached down and tore open Kendall's leggings with a loud rip, unveiling her newly grown, monstrous cock, giving an appreciative hungry moan as she gazed upon it. And then, still stroking herself, she guided herself down into her daughter's dripping loins, entering her.

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

Kendall keened loudly as her mother's dick stretched her out, filling her. At the same time, Lauren reached down, taking her daughter's huge cock in hand. She began stroking it up and down as she rolled her hips in slow, steady strokes, humping up against her teenaged daughter, their obscenely full, newly-expanded tits shoved together, bouncing in rhythm.

"Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" Kendall began moaning and thrashing, only now in unrestrained ecstasy, raising her hips off the ground to meet her mother's thrusts, rubbing her cock around in Lauren's hand. "Ooh fuck! Fuck me, mommy! Fuck me!!!"

Brooke stood there, still numbly mesmerized, dazed by the speed in which Kendall had succumbed and descended. Dimly, she was aware that her tongue was protruding slightly as her eyes tracked every roll of Lauren's hips, every wet, slick slide of the mother and daughter's bodies pressed together. Skylar was pulling frantically on her arm, but Brooke's feet wouldn't move. Her free hand twitched, fingers digging through the fabric of her skirt, inches away from sliding beneath her hem to find her own dripping wetness as she took in every filthy second.

"Brooke!" It was Hailee, yanking her much harder than her sister had, pulling her out of the near-trance, and away from the transformed pair's sordid, incestuous coupling. Their moans echoed down the hall and inside of Brooke's head as she was led to the back of the shop and out into the service corridors, the door slamming behind her.