Her mind began to wander until another thought made her stop cold. “If all those women are dressing like that because they’ve heard the Voice too, do you think that means that all our neighbors have had sex already?? Omigod, how are we supposed to avoid being infected if all of them are sex-crazed nymphomaniacs now?”
Emma shrugged, a bit distracted herself. Now that she was standing up and staring out of the window at the scandalous display, her memory of the Voice had begun teasing itself into her mind, making her legs grow weak as an involuntary arousal started to spread its tingles through her body. She tore her eyes away from the view out of Julia’s front window, forcing herself to ignore her new feelings of exposure. “I haven’t seen any signs of orgies yet, but then I guess they could all be taking turns with each other.” A few days ago such a statement would have seemed ridiculous, but now it was only one small step away from reality. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Emma added under her breath, almost too quietly for Julia to hear.
Julia didn’t respond – she was having enough trouble maintaining her own composure as Emma brought up the idea that the sexy new outfits meant that all of her neighbors were now easy lays. A hot rush of jealousy and anger flooded Julia’s veins; there were some guys in the neighborhood she wouldn’t have minded getting pregnant by. Not that she had even realized that before that afternoon – it must have been yet another effect of the Voice-induced infection that Emma had talked about. And she really hoped that none of those guys had fallen victim to this disease already! If that were true, well, maybe there was a way that…
With the idea already in her head, Julia soon found herself imagining some big studly neighbor of hers fucking his throbbing hard cock inside of her pussy as she writhed on top of him, riding him to a mind-blowing orgasm in which the feeling of his sperm squirting into her womb overwhelmed her as she felt his hands firmly guiding her ass all the way down onto his cock, filling her right back up to the hilt in his masculine power as he drained every last drop of his sperm into her fertile body…
She couldn’t get enough of this fantasy, but after several minutes of fruitlessly searching her memory for some attractive face or name that might be paired with a cock perfect enough to ride until she exploded like this, Julia found herself starting to grow increasingly frustrated and confused. That was odd, and more importantly, distracting – why was she getting so upset over some imaginary guy who probably didn’t exist? Why did she care if her neighbor across the street got impregnated before her?? All of these questions left her even more angry and distressed than she already was at the sight of her neighbors displaying their sexy new outfits – how could they get knocked up without her??
It took all of Julia’s focus to force her attention away from this ridiculous train of thought and back to where Emma was telling her about the strange state that the neighborhood’s female population had been put in by the virus. With great effort, Julia was eventually able to push aside her confusion about the identity of her dream fucktoy, but it wasn’t until the very end of Emma’s explanation, as Julia learned that this infection was a form of sexual subjugation spread only through pregnancy, that she became completely lucid again. She finally understood what she’d just been fantasizing about! The idea that she might end up pregnant and unable to stop another man from violating her like that was horrifying enough on its own, but the idea that she would find pleasure in it somehow was simply too much for her to handle.
Julia couldn’t help but begin rubbing at her swollen, needy clit beneath her skirt again as she realized how far gone she really was – even though she was horrified at the prospect of pregnancy, a small part of her continued to want to ride out all day in nothing but a skirt like a desperate little slut just in case some stud wanted to take advantage of her body and stuff her needy little pussy full of his sperm, like the other infected women in the neighborhood had apparently been doing…
The sound of the doorbell cut through the haze of arousal that had once again filled Julia’s brain as both women started with surprise. Julia rose up on shaky legs and answered the door, letting her bossy friend do most of the talking as she took in the sight of the man standing outside.
Her eyes immediately fixated on the impressive bulge in the front of his pants as her mind filled itself with yet another faceless fantasy image of the Voice. Her knees began to tremble just a bit as she imagined him sliding his erect cock into her vulnerable, exposed little pussy until he shot his hot cum directly into her fertile womb. All day long she’d been trying to ignore those same desires that kept flooding her, overpowering her thoughts with the need to be pregnant. Now, with another man right there, it suddenly seemed like a better idea than ever – all she had to do was ask…
Luckily for Julia, Emma managed to keep her cool, asking the deliveryman about why he wasn’t wearing a company uniform, why there was no delivery slip with the package, and so on until he finally admitted that this was simply a ruse to get into her house so that he could have sex with her. This sudden revelation seemed to bring both girls back to their senses, and after a moment they managed to shoo him away before either of them made any terrible mistakes.
When the girls turned back to look at each other, however, a new kind of realization occurred to them. A guy had come to their door with the intention of knocking one of them up, and they had nearly done it, too! If the Voice’s effects were having such a powerful influence on everyone in the neighborhood, then perhaps the rumors of these pregnancies weren’t just rumors. Perhaps someone was really going out there and doing it – breeding all of the horny young women who were listening to him like this!
Julia found herself becoming aroused again just thinking about how easy it would be for a man to take advantage of her, just as she had fantasized about earlier that afternoon. And if men were being sent here with the express goal of getting some unsuspecting girl knocked up, then that meant they must know where to find them: in their homes. It wasn’t much protection from the Voice, though, especially if they wanted it bad enough…
Julia suddenly realized what she’d just been thinking and came back to herself with a jolt. Even with the Voice’s strange power compelling them, these were still just ordinary guys that Emma and Julia could easily handle if need be. Besides which, this was her house, after all! And what did it matter whether a bunch of strange men knew where she lived? They still needed an invitation to get in. There was no reason to think anything was amiss.
Emma felt exactly the same way Julia did about their current vulnerability to the Voice, and immediately sat down on a nearby couch in order to try to cover up. Unfortunately, this put her knees a good bit closer together than she was used to, and that meant that her inner thighs were still exposed to any intruder who happened to sneak into the room, though it was certainly less suggestive than her skirt would have been. In theory, she could probably close them completely without tearing a seam or revealing her panties if she wanted, though that hardly seemed appropriate in polite company.
Julia followed Emma over to the sitting area, settling in on another sofa a bit away from the more conservatively dressed girl. Her mind was already beginning to cloud over again as her thoughts drifted back toward fantasizing about men taking advantage of her needy, easy-access pussy, imagining how simple it would be for the Voice himself to slip through the room’s doorway unnoticed by the girls, sit down right next to her, spread open those thin little legs, and…
Emma snapped her fingers a few feet away from Julia’s face, startling her. “I figured it out! There are three stages to the infection! You haven’t heard the Voice twice yet, so you don’t know what’s going on.”
“What do you mean?” Julia responded, trying to get herself back into the moment.
“Ok, let me start from the beginning, because I’m not entirely sure what’s happening either. Today, while driving home from work, I noticed that both of us had started wearing skirts. It might sound kind of weird now, but we’ve both lived in shorts and sweatpants for literally our entire lives, so there has to be an explanation for the sudden change. Anyway, if you think about it, why are we wearing skirts all of a sudden?”
“Well, they’re cute, and we both have nice legs…”
“Bullshit – we both like being comfortable, first of all, and besides which, neither of us is really interested in getting guys to stare at our legs. That would be your fault by the way, miss athletic trainer – my guess is that your job requires you to show off your body on a daily basis, and that your mind doesn’t even register those kind of revealing clothes anymore as a result. Which brings us back around to the reason I wore this skirt today in the first place: what’s causing all this change? And why didn’t I realize before I got here what was going to happen if you were wearing a skirt too?”
Emma paused, waiting for an answer. The only noise in the room for a few seconds was that of fabric gently rustling against fabric. Finally, Julia admitted the truth.
“Ok, so it feels like I’m constantly horny these days, but I’m starting to feel like it might be more than normal hormones. I mean, think about what happened yesterday. You’ve heard about the epidemic of girls getting knocked up around here, right? Well, what if…” she trailed off, letting her meaning sink in.
“Yeah, no, definitely not,” Emma responded decisively. “We’re not like that. We promised each other remember? No matter what happens, we’re never going to let ourselves get knocked up.”
Julia looked down at her skirt, unable to meet her friend’s eyes. “I don’t know, it seemed kinda like I was powerless to resist whatever was happening in the moment. I just started feeling… so excited. And the Voice is so compelling – how else am I supposed to react when…” she stopped talking as her face grew red, remembering again how her legs had spread on their own in response to the Voice’s suggestion, how she hadn’t been able to resist giving in.
Emma stared at her friend with an open mouth, shocked into silence by what she’d heard. “That Voice is the reason you’re like this?? It told you to… you were… oh my god, this is worse than I thought!”
Her friend was staring at her in horror, and Julia hurriedly tried to make excuses. “Well, no, it’s not like it really made me do it, more that…” Her words trailed off as she realized she didn’t actually have any real justification for her actions. All her mind could come up with was that the Voice had seemed sexy at the time. In hindsight, however, it was clear that there was no excuse. If she gave in, then eventually she was going to end up pregnant whether she liked it or not. There was no way around that, short of simply leaving the neighborhood. But where would she go? And did she really want to leave her life behind because she didn’t have the willpower to stop thinking about getting fucked?
The only thing that Julia had left in that moment was the truth. “I guess… I don’t think I can help myself around that guy. Around the Voice.”
As she spoke, the last bit of resolve drained out of Julia, replaced with a strange, pleasant weakness throughout her body. Suddenly she felt hornier than ever as she imagined that cock slipping in between her open thighs and spreading them wide once again. At the same time she grew more confused by the second – why did she keep remembering that Voice and what he might be capable of doing to her so often lately?
A voice cut through all of Julia’s musings and made her pussy tingle in excitement, as she heard her own familiar baritone repeat the phrase Easy-Access Pussy to herself in perfect detail.
With that, Julia realized that it was all over for her. The Voice had already conquered her, and she knew it now. No longer could she pretend to be on guard, to resist. All she could do now was wait for the inevitable – that her body would soon be carrying a knockout combination of the Voice’s virile seed and feminine vulnerability: a new life to nurture within herself, until her body finally reached its natural conclusion in swollen, satisfied pregnancy.
Julia looked across the coffee table at Emma with unfocused eyes, biting her lower lip as she unconsciously spread her legs to make room for the throbbing pleasure radiating out from her exposed little pussy, which was quickly growing hot and slick at the memory of the Voice. She saw her friend shiver once in reaction, then sigh and close her eyes for a few seconds to regain control.
When Julia heard her speak next, however, she knew it was useless. Emma sounded just like Julia did when the Voice had infected her during their drive through the neighborhood a week ago – calm, but distracted by the thoughts and feelings inside her body. And yet still there was no excuse, no mitigation for what Emma finally said.
“I’ve been masturbating to the Thought of the Voice as well.”
The sound of his name in Julia’s head combined with this revelation made her instantly cum on her fingers, and her knees fell wide open of their own accord in response. Still, she held onto some semblance of control as her hips twitched wildly on the couch, even though she wanted nothing more than to grind herself directly against something hard and male.
When she could hear again over her racing pulse, Emma continued speaking calmly, if shakily.
“At work today I met a co-worker for lunch, and when we went to sit down our hips were exactly at the right height for her to start kissing me! It was really nice and all, but I know it wouldn’t have happened if my skirt weren’t so high!”
Emma blushed fiercely, but kept talking despite her embarrassment.
“And that got me thinking that maybe it’s happening here as well. The only way for that guy to impregnate women with his voice is by making them think about him and get excited, right? Maybe this is one way he’s doing that! It’s like everyone in the neighborhood is being brainwashed into constantly showing off how horny they are, without even noticing!”
“You really think it could be…?” Julia asked, her voice trailing off as she too sat down, smoothing her own skirt out over her thighs.
“I don’t know. But look: here I am, sitting in a skirt and wondering how long it’ll be before I start flirting with that hot bartender at my favorite bar. I’ve never thought about going after guys who aren’t good for me before, and now all of a sudden my entire neighborhood seems to have developed an addiction to having sex with men who are complete strangers, and they’re acting like it doesn’t matter if those guys knock them up!”
Julia blushed faintly at the mention of the bartender, but her embarrassment only served to stoke the fire growing in her exposed pussy from her conversation with Emma. She squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, desperately wanting to give the Voice – or Emma’s idea of it, anyway – what it was looking for and rub herself through her skirt, but still retained enough self-control to resist the urge, even as her hips moved around subtly beneath her covering of fabric.
The two twenty-five-year-old virgins lapsed into silence, thinking quietly to themselves until eventually Emma made her excuses and left, promising both Julia and herself that neither of them were going to lose control like so many women already had in this new part of town. As she watched her friend leave, Julia felt incredibly conflicted. On the one hand, everything that Emma was saying sounded perfectly rational, and Julia definitely wanted to live up to her promise to avoid doing anything foolish that might jeopardize her future and make her become a helpless, mindless pregnant slut like so many other young women in her neighborhood already seemed to have. On the other hand, though, the longer they went on without talking about the Voice the more insistent it became that Julia listen to it, fuck herself with her fingers to it, touch herself over it, until eventually she gave in to that tempting baritone once more and slipped into another fantasy about how wonderful it would be to lose her virginity to the Voice’s cock.
The fact that she didn’t seem to be able to control the urge to give into the Voice’s desires, no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, only reinforced that feeling of helplessness. Even now, after an entire week of exposure, she was still being reduced to a quivering mass of sexual need every time she thought about the Voice, which in turn only turned her on even more. Her memory of its erotic potential was clearly much stronger than her willpower, and though Julia had already given in twice since her talk with Emma earlier in the day, she knew that it would be easy for her to succumb to its pleasurable, feminine allure once again.
Her resolve held strong into the next morning as Julia drove to work, managing to get through several busy hours without feeling tempted to masturbate to the thought of the Voice despite constantly being inundated with its constant, subtle presence, and even managed to resist until well into her second half of the workday. The only problem was that whenever she found a bit of downtime she began to daydream about being stripped naked by the Voice, having her legs spread, and getting fucked right there in front of everybody. And every time those thoughts popped into her head Julia was filled with another desperate urge to find a more private spot and pleasure herself, a little voice in the back of her head promising that it would feel soooo much better if she just allowed herself to slip into another fantasy about what it would be like to surrender her body completely to that compelling baritone.
Julia felt trapped, unable to distract herself from the Voice, unable to escape from its constant pull over her imagination, always returning to the memory of its power flowing directly over her engorged clitoris at the mailbox two weeks ago, always wanting more. With her mind constantly dwelling on these things, she could feel her labia swelling under her clothing, growing moist from the tingly sensations of arousal washing over her, begging to be touched or, failing that, for any man in the vicinity to come over and fuck her pussy to their heart’s content.
As the final hours ticked away, it was all Julia could do to hold off on giving in to her desire to get naked and masturbate as hard as humanly possible right there at work where anybody could happen upon her in the midst of a horny, needy self-pleasuring session. Just the thought of getting caught filled her with shameful delight and even more arousal, and when 5:00 came she couldn’t take it anymore and hurried home to relieve the needy, uncontrollable desires that had been plaguing her all day.
By the end of the week, however, things got even worse. The new state of affairs meant that the entire female population of the neighborhood, including Julia, was practically walking around without panties on everywhere they went. Some women had succumbed faster than others, but soon all of them were dressed in skirts or other similar short bottoms so as to make it easy for the men of the area to enjoy the view of their naked asses as much as possible, not to mention having quick access to those pussies when the need arose.
And there was nothing to stop it from happening except for one thin layer of fabric over a woman’s crotch – that made her ass fair game to every horny guy she passed by, and it would be only slightly more difficult for him to rip that skirt out of the way and slide his cock into her vulnerable pussy before plunging a load of potent baby juice into her fertile body. Julia had never found that idea as arousing as she did now, though; when she was forced to leave her house or work or even a public bathroom and return to her increasingly vulnerable and unprotected life, she always felt so exposed to the insistent advances of the many men around her who clearly desired her, and the thought that they might finally decide to give in to their baser instincts and just force themselves onto her made her breathless with tingly pleasure and a nervous kind of fear.
That constant state of nervous excitement eventually led Julia to begin walking with a sort of sway in her hips as she went about her day. She wasn’t sure if it had just come naturally, or if she had picked it up by accident after walking past yet another set of leering men without them trying to fuck her right there and then, but either way it made Julia feel incredibly sexy every time she caught herself doing it in some reflective surface. The slight swinging of her ass, coupled with the fact that no pants or panties stood between a man’s eyes and Julia’s smooth thighs, drove her crazy whenever she remembered the reality of what it must look like, and how much she truly wanted some random stud’s cock to take advantage of all that sexual exposure she enjoyed so much.
Her body quickly came to associate that sway with intense feelings of pleasure and submission, and soon Julia could not even enter her neighborhood anymore without falling back into the habitual stance, her nipples stiffening excitedly against the material of her top at the feeling of dozens of male gazes falling onto her body as she strutted her way down the street. She felt like such an exhibitionist slut, dressed so sloppily, knowing that the men were checking out her ass, thinking about what they could do with her pussy if they really wanted to, fantasizing about forcing her over and just fucking her in the middle of the street for all to see.
That realization usually made Julia cum while driving. In fact, everything made her cum while driving these days. That was part of what caused her to start leaving her clothes scattered around her car’s passenger seat instead of taking them inside where they belonged; her hands were too busy squeezing her sensitive, engorged breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt, or slipping under her skirt and fingering her soaked labia, to have room to carry anything. By the end of each day the seat beside her was always littered with pieces of clothing in various states of disarray, and each time Julia found herself forced to bend over the seat in order to gather them up her ass was fully exposed to whatever horny passersby may happen to be cruising the area, giving them their own free show of her hot little body that left her moaning aloud in the privacy of her car.
In spite of that, however, no men ever tried to stop her and use her sexually on the side of the road, which surprised both Julia and Emma until one afternoon when the Voice suddenly began crooning loudly enough through the air for women to hear it as well. The Voice quickly brought both girls to orgasm, and for a moment everything was right with the world again before the sound stopped abruptly a minute or so later, leaving both friends once more confused and aroused, unable to focus on anything but the thought of how much they needed to be fucked.
“Hey there! Whatcha doin?”
Emma’s eyes snapped back into focus, and she took a few seconds to respond. She had been staring at the pile of discarded women’s clothing on the ground just outside of her front door. It had become increasingly difficult to concentrate lately, but this sudden wave of heat coursing through her had definitely brought her mind to an almost total standstill for the last few minutes. It had something to do with that man standing outside. He had just come to deliver some kind of mail package, but after answering his initial knock at the door, she couldn’t seem to remember what he had said, if anything at all, as both their voices were still echoing in her head, driving out coherent thought.
“Nothing important,” Emma eventually answered, blushing fiercely, realizing how long she had been gaping at him. A quick glance downward showed that his pants were tenting, and her heart began to beat faster at the sight. If it wasn’t already obvious enough how hot he found her by how hard he’d gotten just from seeing her naked body, then the huge bulge of his cock, now clearly outlined in his uniform slacks, was definitely proof of how much she turned him on.
She felt a strange pride swell inside her at that realization, but the most surprising thing to Emma was just how turned on she suddenly felt herself becoming as a result of how hard he was getting. Her panties had quickly gone from dry and normal to positively soaked, and when she tried to close her legs against the sudden flow of fluid coming from between them, she found her knees too weak to keep them shut tight.
Even though there was no way Emma could’ve known, she was about to have every reason in the world to be proud of the effect her naked, beautiful body was having on the delivery guy. His ability to make women instantly horny, wet, and submissive by his voice alone was growing with every day that passed. All the men of the neighborhood affected by the virus, now officially dubbed the “Voice Virus,” were starting to grow accustomed to the constant arousal flowing through their bodies like a drug, and each time they spoke, or more specifically, used their powers, their abilities became stronger and stronger, their Voices becoming better able to infect other women and drive them wild with desire.
Of course, none of this made a bit of difference to Emma right that second. She didn’t know anything about what the Voice was doing to her, about how powerful it was becoming, and about how easily it was now enslaving any woman who heard it for the benefit of all the virile, well-endowed men infected by its effects. All she knew was that her nipples were rock hard and begging for attention; that the man in front of her had an amazingly muscular build; and that she desperately needed his cock to fill the increasingly sopping hole between her legs.
“So did you ‘just feel like’ driving home with your pussy all exposed to the world while you fingered yourself?” Emma snapped back at Julia, feeling the need to lash out at someone else since her own willpower wasn’t strong enough to stop her body’s reaction to that insanely sexy voice.
Julia immediately realized why she had seen Emma wearing a skirt before seeing her naked legs under it, and felt her own juices starting to pool down below as she pictured Emma doing the exact same thing as she had: walking down the sidewalk past men that she’d never met before, each of their hungry eyes trained on her tight little sex as she strode by them, every jiggle and sway revealing just how wet she was as it caused her fleshy labia to slide against itself.
Neither of the young women could tell that they were both growing very aroused over such a simple act as wearing a skirt – they’d never been affected this strongly by the Voice before – and Emma’s words took Julia almost completely out of her reverie about Emma being used and fucked by every passing man along her walk home.
Almost.
“Wait, how do you know about that?” Julia asked guiltily. Her hands started to drift to the edge of her skirt subconsciously, driven to make sure it covered her tingly slit correctly, but the sudden realization of what she was doing stopped her, and she instead folded her hands together in her lap primly.
Emma gave her athletic friend a pointed look. “Julia, please – you’re one of my best friends. Of course I’m going to notice if you’re suddenly acting weird. For the past few days you’ve been flushed and sweating more than when you just finished playing your volleyball games, you’ve been staring off into space way more often than I thought humanly possible, and you can’t seem to stop biting your lip, or your fingernails. Add those all up and there’s only one obvious answer – you must have heard that guy’s voice again recently. So, what happened this time?”
Julia couldn’t help but feel bad about deceiving her friend, but for some reason she still found it difficult to admit that she had started giving into the Voice again, as opposed to the pregnancy that seemed to be affecting many of their neighbors.
“Oh, um, nothing really. Just a normal day at work. Actually, um, that was why I decided to wear the skirt today. The women at my gym had talked me into it because it’s supposed to help boost circulation and lower blood pressure.” It wasn’t a complete lie – Julia had been convinced by other girls at the athletic center where she worked to start wearing the skirts after seeing how good they looked on her. The idea that she wore them regularly for purely health reasons rather than their sexiness, however, had definitely been Julia’s own addition to the story.
Emma watched as her friend shifted uncomfortably on her spot on the couch while she spoke, noting with concern both how quickly Julia’s story came to her – too quickly for it not to be rehearsed, Emma thought – and the guilty blush in her cheeks as she made eye contact. As far as Emma could tell, something strange was certainly happening with Julia, although she would still much prefer that Julia had been affected by the Voice again to a more drastic scenario, like being knocked up herself.
“And now you’re telling me you haven’t done anything unusual since you’ve gotten home, is that it?”
“Nope,” Julia replied instantly, not looking away even as a flush crept down her neck from the guilty knowledge that she was lying, even if her lie wasn’t complete. It still wasn’t true that she had only driven around without panties before cumming; when Julia had finally gone outside earlier that evening to bring her discarded pair of panties into the house, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from masturbating just a little bit again in front of the door. After all, even though there weren’t many people around at this hour, anyone who did see her would think she was completely shameless, fingering herself so openly like that.
“Alright, well then you won’t mind if we do a quick check for signs of infection,” Emma decided suddenly, pushing herself up from her chair. The Voice had already affected Julia – the flushes and squirming were pretty strong evidence of that – and though she hadn’t admitted it, if Emma really wanted to determine what had happened she could take a look at her friend’s pussy for any visible changes in the labia or vulva.
“W-what do you mean? What are you going to do?” Julia asked, slightly alarmed as Emma stepped closer to her.
“If I’m right, then I’ll be able to tell immediately once I take a peek,” Emma explained as she stood above her friend. “Here, stand up for a sec and turn around.”
Julia reluctantly agreed, standing up and turning her back to Emma as her heart raced in her chest. She knew, after all, exactly what her friend was going to notice, and she didn’t know what on earth she would say once she had been found out. In spite of everything, though, even now her bare pussy seemed to grow more eager, somehow, with each passing moment of uncertainty, as if it knew that discovery was coming sooner than later.
A sharp intake of breath a few seconds later revealed that Emma had discovered Julia’s indiscretion. Before her friend could speak, though, Julia quickly turned around to face Emma. “Ok, you were right! Ok? Is that what you want to hear? You were right, about all of it. The Voice got me thinking that my body was exposed down there, and when I realized how vulnerable that made me it really, um, did things for me. It didn’t help that I wasn’t wearing anything, either…”
Emma’s face remained serious during this tirade, only showing mild surprise when Julia confirmed her suspicion that she hadn’t worn any panties at all. It had occurred to Julia a second too late how this must sound. What it probably sounded like to Emma was that Julia had masturbated to the idea of her own subjugation and sexual exploitation. And as much as Julia knew that wasn’t true, the sudden awareness of how it must appear that way was doing horrible things to her insides – her exposed pussy was pulsing insistently, growing hornier by the second as she pictured herself being fucked mercilessly while unable to protest because of her Voice-inflicted delirium.
“I didn’t… Emma, it’s not like I think…” Julia stammered helplessly, struggling to control the growing arousal suddenly flooding her thoughts. “This isn’t what you think, I promise!”
“You’re not just saying that so I don’t kick your ass?” her friend demanded, getting up from the chair and walking toward Julia, stopping just a foot away from her as if she were looking for signs of deceit on her friend’s features.
Julia held her gaze as firmly as possible in spite of the shameful arousal making her blush a dark red. “I swear! It was a total coincidence, I had no idea I was going to wear a skirt today until I got dressed this morning.”
Emma studied her friend suspiciously for a few more seconds, then abruptly sat back down, apparently mollified. Her serious attitude remained, though. “So if that’s the case, do you have any idea what’s been going on around here lately? This neighborhood is getting infected by something really dangerous, and there are a lot more pregnant girls now than there were a week ago.”
“Pregnant girls? You think they’re all pregnant from, uh…” she trailed off uncertainly, unwilling to give voice to her fears that she was somehow being made susceptible to pregnancy by her exposure to the Voice.
“You know they are!” Emma replied, her serious mood not allowing her to hold back, even though her mind insisted on flashing images of Julia bent over, hands-and-knees in front of a horny man whose balls were already heavy with cum. “Look at yourself! I could hear you moaning even though I wasn’t here thirty seconds ago.”
Julia blushed bright pink, mortified to think of Emma listening to her masturbation session – especially if her friend had overheard what it was that Julia was fantasizing about. “Ok, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like we can leave our houses, the Voice affects us so much…” she trailed off again, embarrassed and ashamed, this time, of her total lack of self-control in regards to the Voice’s insidious temptation.
Her athletic friend sat across from her, equally frustrated, arms crossed over her modest bust as she glared at Julia. The two women sat like that, in brooding silence, for what felt like a long time, as they both contemplated the strange events and strange urges that they were forced to deal with. Finally, Julia looked up, her eyes sparkling with fresh excitement.
“I mean, look at our clothes though!” she exclaimed, jumping up to grab Emma by the arm and drag her in front of a mirror that hung from the hallway wall. “Why are we both wearing skirts today?”
“Because you’re right – it feels really nice without panties on,” Emma muttered back, blushing slightly at the admission that she too had left her undergarments at home that morning when she had woken up.
“Do you want to see my easy-access pussy?” Julia asked eagerly. She didn’t wait for a response before hiking her short skirt up over her hips, fully exposing the smooth, shaved lips of her pussy as she reached forward and used her index and ring fingers to gently spread herself open for inspection, clearly excited to be showing off her exposed, naked, pink little folds.
“Wow,” Emma replied, feeling suddenly embarrassed at how horny the sight of her friend’s wet little pussy made her feel. “You, um, sure seem excited about this.”
“Easy access, remember,” Julia responded with a giggle that only reinforced her friend’s first impression. Emma watched in stunned silence as Julia continued to tease herself by tracing light circles around her swollen labia and engorged clit with the tips of her fingers, biting her lower lip at the pleasure it brought her.
It wasn’t long before Julia found herself leaning back against the sofa cushions, slowly spreading her legs wide apart and giving her needy pussy some much-desired attention while she indulgently fantasized about getting gang banged by all the studs in her neighborhood as thanks for giving them such easy access to her body. She had never been so turned on as she was right now, knowing that all it would take was one hard cock driving into her tight, little vagina from underneath her skirt for her to finally become a fertile sex slave to the Voice in its fullest sense.
A minute or two later, Julia felt another, more pressing, need growing within her. Her bladder was quickly filling up, but she still couldn’t force herself to stop playing with her needy pussy; every second was bringing her closer to the orgasm she desired so badly.
It took only another minute to bring her to a screaming orgasm, after which her bladder was achingly full of cum, and Julia was forced to get up and run off to the bathroom before she could relieve herself, barely keeping her thighs from touching during her sprint.
While Julia had been otherwise occupied, Emma had sat in stony silence in the living room, listening uncomfortably to the familiar sound of her friend moaning with sexual pleasure at the other end of the hallway.
Julia came back after a few minutes looking more flushed than usual but seeming otherwise content. “Sorry about that, had to go pee,” she stated as if it were nothing.
Emma raised one eyebrow pointedly, but said nothing. The two sat in silence for a moment as Julia awkwardly perched back on the couch.
Finally, after noticing just how uncomfortable Julia seemed to be, Emma got up off her chair and walked over to sit next to her on the couch, placing a hand on her arm sympathetically. “Look, Julia, I know things have been really hard lately what with your Voice and stuff… I’m sorry that we don’t get to hang out as much as we used to, it’s just that there’s not a lot I can do right now.”
“No, no,” Julia replied, “it’s fine, it’s totally my fault, I shouldn’t be so…” she trailed off and looked down at the floor. She knew that if she finished that sentence she’d probably start crying.
Emma wrapped both arms around her friend in a hug, and Julia returned the favor. In spite of how terrible their situation seemed sometimes, Julia knew that she and Emma had each other’s backs. “We’ll work through this, and I promise I won’t stop trying to help you stay away from that damn Voice of yours.”
“Thanks,” Julia managed, before pulling herself together and sitting back. “You should tell me about what you’ve figured out today about our infection, though – I can deal with my own Voice issues later.”
Her friend smiled back gratefully. “Right, so anyway, here’s the thing: the girls who are pregnant now weren’t the ones who first got infected with the Voice when we did, but they’re getting the same weird sexual urges that we are. I think those weird feelings of arousal actually come from the Voice itself, or maybe the guy behind the Voice – he wants everyone who hears him to feel that way. Which means that these random guys could be doing things like this every day, just spreading the Voice wherever they go!”
Julia shivered at the thought. She tried not to imagine what it would feel like if one of them happened to visit her house and whisper some secret message of irresistible need deep inside her vulnerable, exposed pussy, but found it impossible not to. The image quickly took shape in her mind until she was biting her lip at the thought of standing in her open doorway completely naked with her wet thighs pressed together as she waited for a mysterious stranger to come claim her easy-access pussy. Her friend’s voice finally cut through the fantasy again, however, startling her.
“…but anyway, there hasn’t been much new progress since yesterday on what’s going on with the neighborhood in general,” Emma continued. “You still haven’t gone anywhere near that guy’s house, have you?”
Julia shook her head automatically in response, though her thoughts had drifted back to how horny she felt at the moment. Sitting cross-legged was starting to feel uncomfortably uncomfortable between her sensitive thighs, and Julia was worried that she might have started drooling slightly at the thought of an impregnation by the Voice. She wanted to uncross her legs, to put them out straight, maybe even hook them up over the side of the armrest for a second. And if her skirt were to happen to slide off of her smooth thigh during such an indulgence, well… then that’s just what would happen, wasn’t it? After all, nothing was stopping her.
Then Emma cleared her throat impatiently, reminding her that she was actually in a conversation with her friend at the moment, and Julia blushed furiously before recrossing her legs as inconspicuously as she could. “Oh, uh, nope. No sign of him at all!” she managed to respond, trying to stay focused on the conversation and block out the pulsing of her pussy begging to be rubbed and squeezed and stretched open by another person. By the Voice’s cock, preferably.
“Great, just keep it that way! We’re almost free from all this craziness,” her friend responded with a smile. Then Emma shifted slightly in her chair, clearly about to continue talking.
As she did so, however, Julia found her eyes once again glued to her friend’s lap – or more accurately, what lay between her friend’s subtly crossed legs. Emma’s body seemed perfectly happy to provide a little show for Julia right at that moment, and even though her short skirt provided plenty of cover for her crotch, the folds of fabric were moving around in a most intriguing way as they settled across Emma’s lap. At times she was able to catch a glimpse of skin beneath the cloth; just the suggestion of it was enough to light Julia’s body up in arousal and envy, and she soon found herself staring openly at her friend’s skirt, desperately hoping to see what kind of panties were underneath. She imagined that she was almost positive that there was no way those panties would do anything to protect the pussy beneath them from the Voice, and Julia wanted desperately to see for sure.
When Emma coughed loudly for what must have been the third or fourth time, Julia was suddenly startled back into the present situation. Emma’s eyes were narrowed, and she stared daggers at her obviously distracted friend.
“Sorry, sorry! What are you talking about now?” Julia said quickly, tearing her eyes away from Emma’s tantalizing skirt in spite of her burning curiosity.
“The whole easy-access thing! First my clothes felt too tight, then before I knew it I had peeled myself out of my pants and thrown away my panties because they just got in the way. Now this,” she said, gesturing down at her long-fingered legs.
“Right. Well… yeah,” Julia responded, trying not to let her growing arousal cloud her thoughts as she listened to what sounded like a continuation of the sexual infection that was sweeping through the neighborhood.
“I think it started when I drove through town this morning – same part of the street where we heard the Voice a few days ago. Just about every girl on the sidewalk had taken off her pants.”
“Seriously?!”
“You probably noticed but just didn’t think anything of it; I know it took me a while to figure out what was going on,” Emma acknowledged, nodding. Then her expression changed from matter-of-factness to one of concern, and she frowned slightly as she continued, “It only got worse from there though.”
As much as Julia wanted to ask what her friend meant by “worse,” the look on Emma’s face seemed to demand an answer to her earlier statement instead. “Yeah… I guess you’re right, I hadn’t noticed my skirt today. Or the lack of panties beneath it.” Julia tried to hide her embarrassment behind a joke, and when Emma didn’t react she went and sat down on the couch.
“So why were you wearing a skirt today anyway? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear a skirt since high school,” Emma asked, trying to steer the conversation back towards safer topics before Julia could bring up the reason for Emma’s unusual garment choice as well.
Julia thought about lying – it felt strange admitting how much she was enjoying her current lack of panties, especially now that Emma was making such a big deal about it – but she decided against it in the end; whatever she told Emma probably wouldn’t compare with the other thing that had happened today anyway. “Um… this morning, for some reason… well, the thought came to me…” Julia sighed, then blurted out “I pulled my panties off after hearing the Voice this afternoon.”
Emma winced sympathetically, thinking back on just how vulnerable she herself had felt the previous day while driving home from work without any panties underneath her skirt. “Ok, well that explains the skirt. We’re obviously still not immune to its effects, so we’ll just have to be careful not to give into it anymore,” Emma declared, a bit desperately, wishing more than ever that she hadn’t gotten rid of her panties yesterday when the Voice first began to infect her body and mind.
Julia looked down guiltily and admitted in a quiet voice “I kinda gave in this morning too… but just once!” she finished hastily, before Emma could make yet another dire prediction about their future.
It took Julia a moment to muster up the courage to ask Emma why she was also wearing a skirt all of a sudden, but soon she couldn’t resist looking her friend up and down, hoping against hope that she had just found another girl who had been similarly infected by the Voice, who had succumbed to her body’s craving for exposure just as she herself had. The question finally spilled out of her lips. “So… did you wear a skirt today too?”
“Uh, yeah,” Emma replied reluctantly, glancing away and looking embarrassed for the first time since Julia had known her. “But don’t worry – I haven’t been giving into its demands either.”
Julia felt her heart drop in her chest. Of course she should have known better than to think that Emma would have been exposed to the Voice too; she had promised not to go near it after all, and there wasn’t a deceitful bone in her honest brunette friend’s entire twiglike body. The real question now was just what was so strange about wearing a skirt that had prompted Emma to confront her over it.
“It’s been spreading, Julia! A lot of other women in the neighborhood have taken up wearing skirts lately as well, which makes total sense – you feel the Voice here the instant you drive into the area!”
As soon as the words left Emma’s mouth, however, she realized that she had just broken her own promise to herself never to discuss the Voice with anyone again; she hadn’t even mentioned it to Julia until today, and yet within moments of seeing her she was talking about the Voice as if they were addicted to cocaine or something! The effect the Voice had on women was just too irresistible, however, and Emma could already tell that it was far too late to try to cover it up. Besides, if it really had spread this far into the neighborhood, the whole thing must be out of her hands by now anyway.
Even worse, Julia suddenly found herself struggling not to start rubbing her thighs together in lust as her exposed little pussy got turned back on at the mention of the Voice. At least she wasn’t squirming quite so much on the outside as her mind went wild inside with vivid memories of that compelling baritone. Her eyes glazed over slightly and her lips opened in a light pant as she began to rub her thighs together, imagining herself fucking another exposed pussy like hers, the two horny girls grinding away on top of each other, driving their needy little labia closer and closer to climax while their bodies grew increasingly wet and eager as they gave into the Voice’s commands.
The two friends sat there awkwardly for a few seconds, one of them desperately fighting not to think about what the Voice could do to a girl’s pussy and the other trying her best not to imagine a hard cock filling her up as she ground away with another needy girl, until finally Julia shook her head and broke the silence. “You can’t deny that it feels nice to hear him,” Julia said wistfully. “It just feels so good… he can make us feel better than we’ve ever felt in our lives.”
“That’s exactly the point!” Emma said sternly, still managing to keep her voice from growing too loud despite her exasperation. “There’s something wrong here, Julia, I can just sense it. That guy with his perfect voice, whatever he is doing – well, you know he isn’t doing it for the right reasons. Whatever happened to our neighbors, this ‘Voice’ thing, that’s not normal. It might feel good now, but I think it’s slowly turning us all into mindless sex slaves, and I’m not sure we should even be trying to figure out how to stop it! This has all just gotten way out of our hands, and I’m starting to worry that there’s nothing we can do at this point. It might already be too late.”
Julia nodded her head, still unable to think about anything other than cocks, orgasms, and her needy little pussy, but she managed to look somewhat apologetic and understanding. Emma’s concern made perfect sense, especially after what had just happened to Julia on the way home from work. That didn’t make the Voice any less attractive in Julia’s mind, though. After all, the idea of her being forced to submit to a cock… well, that had always been Julia’s ultimate fantasy, right? Ever since she’d started masturbating at age fifteen, whenever she found herself alone in bed with just her fingers and some dirty thoughts, the thing Julia craved more than anything else was finding some big, strong man who could use her body, or perhaps a group of men, for their pleasure. She didn’t want love, she didn’t want commitment, she didn’t even really want friendship. All that Julia wanted was to surrender herself to someone else’s carnal desires for a little while, and the idea of submitting herself to the Voice’s commands because she physically had no choice… well, her entire body shuddered deliciously just thinking about it, and she began to wonder if the Voice could help her reach orgasm just from the thought.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Julia said, suddenly interrupting her own daydream, “Let’s go back outside and walk around for a bit – then maybe you’ll see what’s happening around here first-hand.”
“But my skirt…” Emma blushed, glancing away and biting her lower lip in embarrassment at her situation, as though Julia wasn’t equally compromised. “Look, let me show you what happened – the reason why I’m wearing such a short skirt today, of course,” Emma added, suddenly feeling a bit exposed.
As soon as she heard the word ‘Skirt’ and saw her friend’s obvious blush and confusion about what was happening in her body, all other thought was forced out of Julia’s head except one: the overwhelmingly powerful urge to be wearing a skirt herself, with nothing else on underneath. With no other conscious effort on her part, her hands had already reached behind her and fiddled with the button and zipper until she stepped out of her pants, completely distracted by what her friend was doing. By the time her shirt had hit the floor as well Julia was completely naked again, save for a pair of tennis shoes and the socks that ran up almost to her knees. The sight of the athletic young woman’s long, lean legs, topped off by the most perfect pussy in the world, made Emma even more flushed and flustered than before, if possible.
The two girls regarded each other uncertainly. Emma had been hoping for support and validation from her friend, not competition! The way that Julia was eyeing Emma’s petite ass, clearly visible under the form-fitting pencil skirt as the skinny girl sat cross-legged in the chair, sent tingles pulsing through Emma’s labia and made her question herself once again about her plan to wear a skirt that day. After all, even though Emma had managed to keep a cool head and resist succumbing to the Voice, with this sudden increase of slutiness from her neighbor she wondered if that would even be possible now. Still, she couldn’t back down now after what she’d said about being able to resist whatever the next phase of the infection in the neighborhood would be.
“Look at us, sitting here looking like sluts,” Julia finally said, giggling in an obvious attempt to ease the tension that filled the air.
“It’s true. We certainly don’t look much like two girls who’ve kept their promises to each other!”
Julia sobered up considerably at her friend’s response. “How did you know?” she asked.
“Just put myself in your shoes, I guess. Or rather, took off my clothes and imagined what it might feel like if I wasn’t wearing anything under my skirt,” Emma explained, blushing lightly at the image her words called up. Her face reddened even more when she continued: “But it’s not really my own promise that worries me right now.”
Julia squirmed slightly on the couch. “Look, I haven’t broken my promise not to masturbate while thinking about the Voice; I’m just trying to enjoy a few guilty pleasures when no one’s around to see.”
Emma’s face softened slightly, though she still frowned sternly at her friend. “Are you sure about that, Julia? Because I heard a couple people saying they saw your car parked by the side of the road for hours, completely unmoving. If there weren’t so many other things happening in this neighborhood right now, I don’t think they would have noticed at all! It looks an awful lot to me like you were breaking our deal while sitting in your car doing god knows what!”
The flush returned full-force to Julia’s cheeks at that, as her body flooded with shame and embarrassment at how careless she had been. Now that she was out of her fantasy and paying attention to the real world, she realized how reckless it had been to finger herself while sitting next to the road; she could see just how easily someone could walk or drive by at any time and peer in through the windows, seeing exactly what she was doing… getting a great view of her exposed, easy-access pussy…
Her thoughts turned even more lewd. In her car like that, fingering herself shamelessly to the thought of the Voice’s cock inside her… it looked a lot like she had put herself in a vulnerable position like that on purpose, didn’t it? Like she had intended to be seen by a horny man with needs, perhaps one who would realize just what he could do to her if he approached her now, when she was defenseless and unprotected from the effects of his deep, masculine voice. As Julia sat there listening to Emma lecture her, she pictured it: how good it would feel to surrender completely to this faceless man’s power over her, helpless under the sensual assault of his irresistible commands…
The thought brought Julia back to a very familiar place, quickly arousing her beyond her ability to control. She began to squirm again uncomfortably in her seat, trying desperately not to show how close she already was to masturbating right then and there, especially while Emma was right there giving her such a disapproving look for breaking the rules like she had. But then again, Julia reasoned, the only person to blame was the guy with the Voice; if he hadn’t infected her with his strange arousal, she never would have felt the urge to jerk off in broad daylight like that. He deserved to be punished, not her! And really, it wouldn’t take very much more before she climaxed with or without Emma’s approval anyway…
“Look, don’t even try to make excuses about how you didn’t feel like putting on your panties again after you were done, ok?” Emma cut into Julia’s lusty reverie. “I know that’s why you wore a skirt today in the first place!”
That seemed odd. Why would Emma think that it had been something as deliberate as choosing a special outfit specifically because it would reveal her lack of underwear? After all, she certainly hadn’t intended for any man to get a glimpse of her tingly little pussy down there under its scant coverings. All day she had imagined just how easily any horny male could force himself onto her if they saw that she was naked and available underneath, and the thrill that sent through her body had always taken her breath away…
Emma continued talking, oblivious to Julia’s internal conflict, as the blonde started furiously rubbing her thighs together at the thought of just how dangerously exposed she was as a result. “There’s something bigger than what’s going on with us and the Voice – the entire neighborhood is going to hell in a handbasket! Now instead of being knocked up sex zombies, everyone around here is just turning into total sluts, doing whatever the guy with the Voice tells them!”
Julia managed to snap out of her reverie long enough to register what Emma had said. “Wait, sluts? That doesn’t make sense. They all seem happy with their lives right now; why would they be so willing to change for some strange man?”
“He’s obviously hypnotizing them somehow; I don’t know how exactly he’s doing it. But look what happened to you when you heard his voice. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to convince women to become more and more slutty.”
Julia thought about arguing the point, but she knew her friend had a point. She had barely been able to keep her hands out of her skirt after hearing the Voice once, never mind the seemingly endless number of times she’d jilled herself to the thought of him over the past week. And even worse, Julia felt that there was some truth in Emma’s claim that the Voice could easily hypnotize an already sexually-aroused woman into becoming even more wanton. As much as she was loathe to admit it, especially to Emma, there was something about the Voice’s influence that made it incredibly hard to refuse the temptation to pleasure oneself to thoughts of being impregnated and bred by him. If a woman were exposed to the Voice while already completely overcome by arousal, it would undoubtedly take almost nothing to turn her into a fully obedient sex zombie.
As the implications of such a development began to sink in, however, the sudden realization of exactly why Emma had started talking about this at all popped into Julia’s head, distracting her from the conversation. Looking down at her friend’s bare legs again, it suddenly dawned on her that Emma had taken her advice from the other day quite seriously – the brunette really wasn’t wearing any underwear!
Julia blushed fiercely as she stared between Emma’s legs, where there was definitely no sign of a panty line to betray her friend’s scandalous lack of coverage under the tight skirt. Her curiosity about what might be hidden underneath her friend’s short hemline only grew now that the secret was out, and when Emma stood up and took a seat next to her on the couch, Julia was mortified to realize that she had involuntarily spread her thighs apart as if giving her friend a free peek under her own skirt.
Her arousal spiked at the realization that she too wasn’t wearing any panties under her thin summer skirt either. What kind of effect would seeing each other’s bare, easy-access pussies have on them both?
“Julia, I came here because I know we’ve been having trouble sticking to our promises, so I figured we could support each other in person. So I’ll just come right out and say it: I stopped masturbating to the thought of the Voice a while ago.”
Julia felt incredibly embarrassed now, knowing that she hadn’t given up those pleasurable memories even a week after she promised that she would. Emma, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to the fact that Julia had started slipping into some very compromising situations lately, and had made little effort to avoid indulging in those sexual fantasies as much as she possibly could. Instead, she continued laying out what had happened in her own life since their promise to be better about holding back from the temptation of the Voice.
“The next day, though, I drove past all these women and men gathered outside that house with the Voice, and… well, one of them whistled at me, Julia! Right out on the open road! I almost pulled over, he just sounded so manly and in control, and I wanted to obey him so badly!”
She paused for a second, thinking hard, and then she looked up at Julia with wide eyes. “What do you think that means?”
Julia didn’t know exactly why her friend was so flustered at the idea of being whistled at by a stranger. Sure, she thought, it probably wasn’t a polite or acceptable thing for some man to do under normal circumstances, but why was Emma having such trouble reconciling this particular incident with what was apparently her generally reserved persona? It was as if something other than a simple catcall was driving Emma’s embarrassment – like something had fundamentally changed about her friend, and she couldn’t wrap her head around it yet.
Still, the question posed was an important one, and she considered what her friend had told her in light of what she had just heard. “Hmm… Maybe the Voice is starting to change women’s minds? That’s probably why those girls are happy about getting pregnant – they just want to give in to its commands.”
“But if it changes women’s minds too…” Emma began, trailing off as her brain ran through the implications of that new information. A few seconds later, her eyes snapped into focus again, and she stared directly into Julia’s face, a sudden resolve coming into her gaze.
“Okay, I’ve decided – I’m going to go visit that guy tomorrow! I want you to come with me. We’ll ask him what’s happening!”
Emma didn’t look particularly excited at the idea of doing this, but for some reason Julia couldn’t help picturing a glimmer of curiosity in her friend’s eyes before she blinked and it disappeared. The brunette quickly turned and exited Julia’s house, leaving her no time to react to this unexpected news, let alone to voice a response either in support or in opposition to the plan.
The next day, as soon as work let out, Julia drove over to meet her friend, and both girls set off towards the house of the Voice’s apparent mastermind. In addition to being incredibly nervous about going along with Emma on this adventure, Julia had once again found herself feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed as she wore her thinnest pair of panties to work that morning.
The memory of being bottomless on the drive home yesterday afternoon still brought an automatic flush of arousal to her body whenever she thought about it, but she hadn’t expected that urge to follow her so faithfully into work, where she spent most of the morning distracted and thinking about how easy it would be to slip out of her panties while she was in between clients and leave them forgotten underneath her desk. She had even gotten caught masturbating by a client in the women’s locker room that afternoon, despite having put on shorts as soon as work ended instead of her normal skirt.
Her boss had called her into his office after the incident, but all he wanted was for her to promise not to do such a thing again – apparently he was worried that he could lose his business if a repeat offense got back to the higher ups. In return, though, Julia managed to convince him that she should be allowed to wear a skirt at work for the rest of the week, with a few strategic glances at the bulge in his own pants, just to make sure she really got her point across.
Julia was more than happy to take full advantage of that offer. Though she managed to control her rampant need for self-pleasure the rest of the day, just knowing that her body was much less restricted than usual by mere fabric gave her a strange new sense of tingly freedom. Every time she was around a male client, Julia found herself imagining what would happen if they were suddenly overcome with the irresistible urge to slide their hands up under her skirt while she was doing stretches or massages on them.
As it turned out, wearing a skirt made that same irresistible compulsion come over her, and more than once during work that afternoon she found herself wondering exactly what might happen if she accidentally revealed the state of her unprotected bottom half to a random client while showing off an athletic move or posing for them.
In fact, before Emma knocked on her door, Julia had finally been forced to take things into her own hands after a particularly horny client couldn’t stop staring at the easy-access sliver of skin that kept slipping free whenever he watched her leg movements while she stretched. She had managed to excuse herself and leave the room when his hand had twitched involuntarily towards his stiffening cock, and as soon as she had entered an empty massage room she’d spread her legs apart, flipped the front of her skirt up to reveal her smooth, shaved labia, and started furiously rubbing her clit in a desperate orgasm. She never would have done such a thing normally, but Julia was feeling awfully turned on by how much more exposed and accessible her pussy felt ever since she’d taken her panties off that morning, and this incident had only fed that fire even higher.
Now Emma was sitting right there next to her in the very same position, giving no indication that she’d noticed the way that Julia’s skirt was riding up at every second and revealing the blonde’s smoothly shaven vagina in plain view. She must be really embarrassed by it too, since Julia had always seen her friend wearing pants rather than a skirt before now.
“Anyway,” Emma continued, “I think we’ve been infected.”
“Infected? What do you mean?” Julia asked, still trying to get a grip on why Emma wasn’t saying anything about the way her skirt was flashing the tops of her thighs and completely exposing her pussy right there on the couch. Her friend couldn’t help but notice that her labia were almost dripping with sexual need, which certainly suggested something was wrong with her. Wasn’t she bothered at all by how she looked?
“Ever since the day when we both got affected by that Voice, we’ve been… feeling differently. Ever since then we’ve just had these weird feelings and thoughts come over us. That’s gotta be from some kind of infection. Or mind control, even. I’ve heard of people infecting each other with stuff like this. That can happen sometimes when zombies bite people.”
Julia tried hard to concentrate on her friend’s words, knowing that they were important. However, with how distracting the way her naked labia felt rubbing up against each other was, it was pretty difficult to follow what Emma was saying. It suddenly seemed unbearably urgent to rub herself to a quick orgasm right there on her couch, and it wasn’t until Julia felt her fingers brush against her exposed pussy lips that she realized she’d actually started masturbating in front of her friend!
Immediately shamed into embarrassment by what she was doing, Julia quickly removed her hand and uncrossed her legs. A bit relieved at the freedom to air out her aroused little pussy, she took a few deep breaths to calm down and focus on what Emma had been saying.
“Wait a second, mind control?” Julia asked, now much more lucid. “Is that why you’re wearing a skirt too??”
Emma hesitated for a second before answering. “Well, I mean, I don’t know exactly what the Voice could have done to our heads while we were listening to it. But anyway,” she said, cutting off any further questions from her confused friend, “that’s beside the point.”
“We’re trying to avoid another situation like last time,” Emma continued with forced composure, trying her best not to picture herself in between Julia’s splayed thighs as she explained her theory. Her labia involuntarily began to engorge and tingle with arousal at the memory of the way she had touched Julia’s pussy right there on the couch the day when they both got infected. “You remember what happened last time we started dressing differently? It’s happening again!”
“You really think it’s mind control, though?” Julia asked skeptically, trying to push out her own lurid thoughts about how good Emma’s pussy must feel right now, all hot and dripping under the tight fabric of her skirt. “I mean, sure, a lot of other women seem to be getting knocked up by him, but I don’t feel like I’m being controlled right now.”
Julia didn’t want to tell her friend how wrong she was about that part, and instead kept the information to herself. Still, the way she continued to feel herself blushing uncontrollably made it difficult to maintain eye contact, so she glanced away and shifted uncomfortably in place.
“And you definitely have your underwear on this time,” Julia continued teasingly, hoping to make light of how distracted she was feeling, as well as give herself a quick opportunity to glance at her friend’s crotch to confirm what she could already tell.
Emma did indeed have her underwear on, but there was still something different about them than what her friend was used to seeing.
“Ok yeah, they’re not quite my normal style,” Emma admitted, slightly embarrassed that she had worn these panties today, knowing that Julia would notice. She had been feeling so aroused that morning that she thought she needed a bit more support than usual, which meant wearing a tight girdle – even though that always ended with her labia mashed uncomfortably between her thighs. The only benefit of the torturous underwear was its ability to hold back the effects of the Voice whenever Emma felt its effect beginning to creep up on her. And if she couldn’t help herself and gave in to the temptation to stroke or squeeze her tender slit, it meant that her own body wouldn’t be enough to override the restrictive garment.
All in all, Emma preferred the more natural feel of her cotton panties on her sensitive skin, but for some reason the extra layer of fabric was much more comfortable today, almost like she needed to wear it for some reason. She hadn’t planned on letting Julia know just how sexy these panties were, but the sudden sight of her friend wearing a similar style of skirt left her little choice in the matter, and Emma’s face reddened at the thought of what else she had chosen to wear that day, as well.
Looking closer now at her friend, Julia also realized that Emma must be wearing a girdle under her thin clothing, as otherwise there would have been a noticeable line in her outfit that wasn’t visible now. For some reason the thought set her pulse pounding in her ears, and a strange heat suddenly began to build up in her clitoris as she watched Emma shift subtly in place on her couch.
Emma started off talking about her concerns over the way the Voice kept intruding upon their thoughts no matter how hard they tried to avoid it, how worried she was at how much time Julia was clearly spending thinking about the Voice when she was alone, but soon enough their discussion evolved into the subject of the pregnancy epidemic spreading through the neighborhood. Julia had apparently been ignoring all mention of it, trying to stay in her blissful little masturbation bubble for as long as possible, which was a clear sign that she was being affected by the infection even more than Emma had feared.
Even if Julia wanted to deny it, however, Emma soon found herself in full teacher mode, drawing from years of experience educating unruly students – especially young women in her co-ed biology courses, who couldn’t stop themselves from teasing cute boys in class with their skimpy clothes – on the subject of teenage sex and how to prevent it. The main focus of these lectures, obviously, was the proper use of a condom; she emphasized that every time a boy took his penis out, he should automatically get his wallet out, take out a condom, tear it open, and then put it on before trying to stick his penis anywhere. At least that way he would already be prepared when things got heated, rather than frantically scrambling to find protection once the moment was over.
It didn’t really seem like the most effective form of sex education to Julia, though. For starters, it left no time for a passionate foreplay session that might be needed to fully warm up her tingly little pussy first – but perhaps that was the point? It made sense that an orgasm beforehand would leave a girl far less able to fight off whatever the Voice said or did to her body after the fact, and as Julia felt herself becoming increasingly aroused throughout Emma’s lecture, she wondered if Emma could tell how much effect the idea of easy access was having on her already, especially given the way she was squeezing her thighs together now, desperately hoping that her soaked little vagina was completely hidden from sight.
She also noted that Emma spoke primarily about protecting yourself against penises rather than vaginas. It wasn’t too surprising, as Julia knew that the young brunette only had one recent sexual partner, whereas Julia herself was completely straight and always took advantage of her ample sexual opportunities. Emma had always been the cautious one of the two girls, though. She hadn’t even gotten a driver’s license until she turned eighteen, worried at what kind of mischief she might get up to once she had the freedom that being behind the wheel afforded her. It certainly explained why the sight of a sexy man or woman in her general area usually drove Julia immediately into a sex-crazed state.
“…Julia? Are you even listening to me?”
“Wha… huh?” Julia shook her head a few times to try to clear her head, her memories of those earlier sexual encounters having taken over her thoughts and sending her hormones skyrocketing again.
“Geeze, did you cum your brains out earlier?” Emma asked. “You seem even more distracted than usual.”
“Sorry,” Julia said apologetically. “It’s just… this thing is getting pretty out of control, isn’t it?”
“What thing?”
“You know, how we’ve been masturbating so much lately? And how you can hear someone’s voice on the street and suddenly find yourself desperately horny for the rest of the day after that?”
“Um, sure,” Julia responded awkwardly. “So, why are you dressed up in a skirt all of a sudden like me, though?” she asked, changing the subject. “The whole ‘easy access pussy’ thing must be affecting you too by now, right?”
“Yeah… that’s kind of what I wanted to talk about,” Emma said with some reluctance. “I’m starting to think that maybe we weren’t wrong before when we decided it was dangerous.” She hesitated again before continuing on, still unsure whether she should mention her discovery of exactly what those mysterious, easily available pussies were being used for.
“I’m afraid I may have gotten infected, if that makes sense,” Emma said hesitantly, choosing her words carefully. “And you’re probably infected too.”
Julia immediately began protesting. “Oh come on, I’m sure whatever is going on isn’t that bad – look at me! I’m not acting weird or anything.”
“I went to a grocery store that was outside of our neighborhood this afternoon, to buy myself a new skirt. That’s where I learned about what’s been happening – I met someone there who told me what’s really going on.” Emma shifted uneasily in her chair, but tried to press on calmly. “Apparently, a month ago everyone over the age of 18 was affected by… well, I guess it’s like mind control. You can still think independently, but it seems that if people hear a certain sound wave that activates the right part of your brain, you become horny and obedient. And pregnant,” she added as an afterthought.
“Yeah right, this has to be some kind of joke or something, right?” Julia laughed nervously. “How could anyone get away with something like that? It’d be on the news!”
Emma shook her head, remaining serious. “The only reason no one knows is because everyone affected is too stupidly happy with the changes that are happening. And apparently, everyone starts having babies in less than two months from their first exposure!”
At the mention of becoming pregnant, both girls’ minds suddenly flashed back to the way they had felt earlier that week when they heard the Voice for the first time. Julia blushed furiously and started breathing faster, as Emma became equally flustered, though she tried valiantly to keep herself calm in spite of what she was thinking about. Both girls squirmed a bit on their seats at the sudden recollection of the way they had gotten aroused, almost uncomfortably so, as the Voice vibrated its way through their bodies. In spite of all the masturbation sessions, which grew wilder by the day, neither girl seemed capable of fully getting that memory out of their heads whenever they heard a man’s voice – especially deep ones, like the Voice.
Julia took a few deep breaths to compose herself before she answered, noticing how turned on she’d suddenly become from that flashback. “Wait, it’s already been a month since we got infected?”
“I think it affects all aspects of our thoughts or behaviors somehow. That must be why this neighborhood looks like some sort of Stepford community now. I bet there isn’t anyone here under twenty-five who hasn’t had sex since hearing the Voice – in fact, they’re probably already knocked up if they have.”
As Emma said those words, though, her voice changed. It became more breathy, less authoritative, as though it were starting to lose its conviction. And sure enough, by the time she finished talking, it had become almost husky with barely concealed desire.
Julia, too, could feel the effects of the Voice pulsing through her as she heard it spoken aloud, and she had to clench her thighs together to keep them from trembling openly. She knew her pussy was getting wet at the sound of Emma’s increasingly feminine voice – in fact, when she closed her eyes, Julia realized that she could imagine her friend being filled up with a nice, hard cock at that moment, maybe even the Voice’s cock…
“Julia!” Her name cut through the fog in Julia’s head like a knife, and her eyes popped back open to find her friend frowning at her.
“Wha?” she replied lamely, knowing full well how turned on she had let herself get at that last thought.
“We can’t let it affect us anymore.”
Emma’s statement, while absolutely right, sounded weaker than usual. It reminded Julia of that time she’d gone over to Emma’s house one morning, where she’d found her friend desperately masturbating in bed after being infected with the same lust-inducing thoughts that had been running through her own head ever since she’d heard the Voice.
The two were starting to lose control of themselves, even though they knew how dangerous that could be. As Emma explained, however, Julia discovered what the new danger was: women who went around the neighborhood too much had begun wearing skirts and dresses, and apparently men were taking full advantage of that fact. As soon as Emma had returned home from work, in fact, she’d received several phone calls from concerned coworkers asking why she hadn’t been at work that day. A quick internet search confirmed the news: nearly all of the female employees in the building were now sporting a noticeable baby bump, which made doing any sort of paperwork, typing, or other non-menial labor nearly impossible. And so they’d left for a “vacation” somewhere upstate while their husbands and boyfriends continued working hard on their behalf until they could return.
“Wow – I’ve been working hard for this internship ever since I graduated school, and it turns out these bastards think they can just replace me??” Julia asked indignantly. “Where do they get off thinking that just because some guy gets my boss’ wife pregnant he thinks he can fire me?! What happened to ‘equal opportunity employment?'”
“Well, that’s why you have me,” Emma stated simply. “There’s no way I’m letting these idiots knock me up without a fight!”
Julia blushed again and uncrossed her legs as a surge of pleasure radiated through her sensitive lips at Emma’s bluntness. It felt like it had been a long time since she’d last masturbated with something other than a memory of the Voice, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about having a friend who was starting to feel like more than that. Julia watched Emma’s dark eyes grow unfocused, however, and she knew that her friend must be thinking along similar lines.
Finally, though, Emma shook her head and cleared her throat, turning slightly pink herself at what had almost happened. “Ok – let me see your phone,” she said, standing up and grabbing Julia’s iPhone before her friend could think to resist.
Julia felt another pulse of hot pleasure at her slippery pussy lips as the sudden movement caused Emma’s loose skirt to rustle enticingly around her thighs, even higher than when she had been sitting down. Emma’s tight ass looked so good in the smooth, form-fitting fabric as she bent over Julia’s desk that Julia felt herself begin to grow dizzy with anticipation for whatever might happen next. If only Emma would drop her phone, she wouldn’t even need to use her hands!
After a few minutes spent staring blankly at the wall and doing her best to ignore her increasingly horny friend, Emma straightened back up and handed Julia her phone, still warm from the blonde’s grip.
“You’re gonna thank me later,” she said cryptically, walking back toward the door. Her tight ass made its way back across Julia’s view again in a teasing, mesmerizing circle as the taller girl pivoted away from the table and back toward the entryway.
“Oh, and if you get the urge to drive through the neighborhood again, don’t,” Emma said over her shoulder as she left.
“Yeah… ok?” Julia responded in a dreamy voice. She wasn’t thinking about driving home, however – her thoughts were fully focused on trying to figure out how she could convince her tall brunette friend to model some more skirts for her when they next met up.
It wasn’t until the next day at work that Emma finally put together the last of what was happening to her neighborhood. There had always been a few women around who were into fashion, but over the last couple weeks their style had changed quite a bit – their outfits seemed to be getting increasingly tighter and shorter, showing off ever larger areas of their bodies, seemingly without even noticing what they were doing. One woman in particular caught her attention – Emma was convinced that it would take only a light breeze to knock the flimsy bra right off the nubile blonde’s impressive C-cups.
Just like her neighbor Julia, it took a minute for what she was witnessing to click in Emma’s mind, and then she gasped aloud as she suddenly recognized just how far things had gone. The men in the neighborhood were taking advantage of the vulnerable women somehow – forcing them to wear provocative, skimpy outfits – and they wouldn’t stop there. Her earlier conversation with Julia about pregnancy suddenly came back to her – this was just the first stage in a more dangerous, permanent infection.
The men clearly had some kind of magic ability that they were using on the poor women around town, but thankfully Emma hadn’t been affected yet. All she had to do was avoid them for long enough and she’d be safe – from whatever influence they’d already exerted over the rest of the neighborhood at least. The memory of the Voice came rushing back to her once again, flooding her body with a deliciously arousing sensation as she thought about it, and she quickly suppressed that thought, forcing herself to pay attention to her current surroundings. If she stayed out of the way and didn’t give in to the temptation of the Voice’s effects, she’d be able to get out of town before it was too late – and most importantly, not end up pregnant like all the rest of those mindless women.
She drove home that afternoon very slowly, taking care to drive through as few areas of the city as possible to avoid running into any horny men.
The next day she saw Julia after work again, looking hotter than ever in a short skirt and high heels. She wasn’t exactly dressed for working in a gym, which made sense after Emma had discovered that her friend had taken an unannounced vacation from her job as an athletic trainer the previous week. Since then, though, she had seemed strangely distracted, barely managing to say hi as Emma entered her house and walked with her down to the bedroom where her friend had apparently spent the afternoon lounging, half-naked.
Sitting on Julia’s bed as she tried not to notice the various vibrators strewn about her, Emma told her how she had heard rumors that even more girls around the neighborhood had recently gotten knocked up, and that those who had already given birth seemed to be incredibly happy with the result. In addition to that, other women in the neighborhood were suddenly going out without wearing panties all the time, and Emma was convinced it had everything to do with the Voice.
Emma also admitted that she had been avoiding driving home because whenever she did so she would have an uncontrollable urge to slide a finger inside her tight little pussy the moment she sat down in her car. She didn’t need to say anything for Julia to understand how difficult it had become not to get off right there in the middle of traffic on the way home from work; after all, both of them had spent every free minute masturbating since their last meeting, and only the strictest self-control managed to keep them from doing so wherever and whenever they pleased. The only difference between them now, really, was that Emma had been making herself wait until she got home at the very least to give into her needs, while Julia was still getting used to the idea of masturbating outdoors, whether in a parked car or in plain sight while jogging down the street.
The two friends agreed that Emma wouldn’t be driving through the neighborhood for the foreseeable future, instead taking the long way home that would completely avoid the part of town where the Voice resided.
Julia sighed as she walked her friend to the door a few minutes later, her eyes glazing over with the memory of what it felt like to fuck herself on the hood of her car with her naked pussy exposed to the open air, before being snapped back to reality by another thought.
“What if we don’t make it home, though?”
“Hmmm?”
“You know, what if you’re not able to avoid hearing the Voice whenever you come through this neighborhood, and you end up stranded somewhere?”
Emma frowned in concentration. “I guess we’ll just have to be very careful then.”
“I think we should go over to my house next time, so that you don’t get stranded at yours alone.”
The suggestion of being alone with only her Voice-induced masturbation habit made Emma blush furiously, but she nodded in agreement, nonetheless. She too had been struggling with the temptation to give into the pleasure it gave her for much longer than she liked, and though Julia didn’t know what a difficult struggle it was for her to hold herself back each time her memory of the Voice started affecting her, she was desperate enough for relief from these distractions that it seemed worth it.
Besides, Emma told herself, if they were at Julia’s house then at least they could keep each other grounded – she would be there for moral support if Julia couldn’t hold back again.
After the two girls finished working out their plan for keeping in contact, however, neither wanted to say anything about the way they were dressed. There was no doubt that Emma had been as affected by the recent plague of easily accessible pussies in their neighborhood as Julia, but both girls pretended not to notice until finally, they ran out of ways to postpone it.
Finally, Julia bit the bullet and asked what was on her mind.
“So, um… Why are you wearing a skirt all of a sudden?”
Emma blushed at the awkward question, glancing briefly at her exposed knees before responding.
“I don’t know – it just made sense all of a sudden. And like I said earlier, going without underwear made perfect sense when I was walking over here, especially because I wasn’t driving or anything.”
Julia was silent for a few seconds as she struggled to process all of this new information. Finally, though, she couldn’t hold back anymore:
“Ok, wait – if you’re saying what I think you’re saying…” her voice trailed off a little. It was too much. “You said going commando was ‘natural’ today? But you’ve always hated being… naked under your clothes,” Julia said, finally forcing the words out.
“Yeah, well, so have you! Remember when we took that trip together last year, and you got sick, like, the first day?”
“Oh yeah,” Julia said, blushing. She could feel how hot her cheeks were, and knew it had nothing to do with embarrassment. The memory of being too feverish for the bus ride home on their little vacation made her think of being laid up in bed, with all the extra time that meant she had spent with her fingers plunging in and out of her sopping little cunny as she had helplessly imagined the Voice keeping her in bed, his cock filling her aching pussy as he used her over and over again, knocking her up over and over until there wasn’t even enough space on her stomach for her bloating belly…
“Julia!” Emma yelled, snapping her back to reality. Her friend’s voice was a mixture of worry, confusion, and embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure there’s something really weird happening now, worse than anything else so far.”
Her mouth suddenly dry, Julia tried to swallow past the lump in her throat. “Yeah?” she choked out.
“Yeah! Ever since I got home from work, the only thought in my head has been how good it feels to not wear panties anymore!” As if to prove her point, Emma stood up and spread her knees, reaching down between her legs and lifting the hem of her skirt briefly as she did so.
As Julia gasped at what she saw, Emma turned bright red and hastily covered her exposed pussy with one hand as she sat back down again, her face a mask of embarrassment at exposing her most private area to another person. “Sorry! I don’t know why I just did that.”
“No, no, I understand,” Julia responded, shaking her head and flushing herself as she realized that she was doing a poor job of concealing how her friend’s brazen behavior had suddenly gotten to her. With just that small glimpse she had seen all of Emma’s neatly trimmed pubic hair and even caught the shine of her juices slicking up her vulva. She swallowed hard. “Ever since I stopped wearing underwear this afternoon myself, I haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head of how hot and sexy and… naughty it is to be completely exposed under my skirt like this.”
The two young women blushed together for a few seconds more, silently thinking about their mutual state of undress before Julia took a deep breath and started talking again.
“What’s all this about finding me in a skirt? I was getting ready to come over to your place and find out what’s going on.”
“Oh yeah. It must have happened in the neighborhood where they keep having all those pregnancies. Today some new thing kicked in.” As Julia watched, Emma reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, opening them and putting one between her lips. When her lighter didn’t work after a few attempts, she handed it wordlessly over to Julia.
“What happened?” Julia asked as she tried lighting the cigarette for her friend before handing it back.
“They started enforcing some kind of dress code.” After getting the cigarette lit and taking a deep drag on it, Emma continued, blowing a cloud of smoke away from Julia’s direction. “It affects women more strongly than men, so it’s harder on me than you, but as soon as I drove into that part of the neighborhood I started feeling really horny and…” her voice trailed off.
Julia was starting to wonder just how far gone her friend was when she heard the last phrase. “‘Horny’?” Emma asking for help with sex was unheard of, and Julia realized that whatever the effects were, they must be bad. “I know we made that promise, but-“
“I know! Believe me, I wanted to go home and start masturbating as fast as I could, but I knew what would happen if I did.” She took another drag on the cigarette and then sighed. “I managed to resist at first, but… god, you don’t know how much self control it took to pull over and drive my panties down, letting them fall right there on the side of the road. Everyone could have seen me!”
Julia shifted uncomfortably at that. Now that Emma had mentioned the enforced panty ban, the lack of any lines on her own body was obvious. And now that she knew how many people could easily look up her skirt and see that, she found herself unable to get the idea out of her mind – everyone she drove by on the way back home might have gotten a good, hard look up between her legs and discovered that easy-access pussy underneath her flowing skirts. The thought alone almost brought her back to the edge of orgasm again, but even though she tried, Julia couldn’t push the thoughts away entirely.
“That’s why I’m here,” Emma continued. “If we’re going to stop ourselves from turning into those sluts who are getting pregnant every day, we’re going to have to help each other stay on track.”
“How exactly?” Julia asked cautiously.
“By telling each other the truth about what’s going on. If either one of us gives in, no matter how tempted we are, we have to immediately go visit the other one so that we can talk about what’s going on.”
Julia was surprised that this had occurred to her friend as well. With how turned-on she always got when the Voice crossed her mind, she had been more than ready to simply blame the sudden interest in feminine fashion on a coincidental moment of feminine impetuousness.
As much as she disliked having to be so honest with herself and with Emma, Julia knew her friend had a point. If they both wanted to maintain control over their bodies and their lives, they were going to have to work together to overcome these sudden desires. At least Julia hadn’t given up and started masturbating herself into an unprotected breeding frenzy yet; surely they could overcome some sexy urges like these together?
“Alright, fine,” she agreed, still wishing they could give themselves an out for their baser urges. “And if we think something’s wrong, we go talk to each other before doing anything. Right?”
“Right, exactly,” Emma agreed quickly, already glad to hear that they were on the same page. “I thought I was crazy when it happened,” she continued, blushing slightly, “But I just… found myself putting on one of my skirts this morning and getting a cab over here.”
Julia tried very hard not to stare between her friend’s smooth, pale thighs. Was there really nothing on underneath that thin little skirt? A single nudge of her leg would slide it up and over the mound of her pubic bone, revealing whatever secrets might be waiting inside, but Julia forced herself not to think about those things anymore. Her pussy, though, still throbbed gently from her earlier orgasm.
“What do you think is causing all these, um, new rules?” she asked instead, trying to distract herself with their mutual problem.
Emma smiled with relief at Julia’s calmness and ability to focus. At least she wasn’t masturbating right now, like she knew she had been a few minutes ago. Emma felt bad that she herself was wearing such a short, teasing skirt when she’d promised herself she wouldn’t, but it just seemed so natural somehow, so much a part of her body. When she was around guys lately, in fact, she often found herself unconsciously swaying her hips just a little bit extra whenever her bare legs flashed into their field of vision.
The thought caused her face to flush a little bit brighter with shame; she hadn’t realized that she’d subconsciously been flirting with her neighbors lately. It didn’t help that every time a guy caught a glimpse of her panties or pantyline she became instantly aware of her secret arousal. At least Julia still seemed to be holding onto her resolve, even if it was clear by the look on her friend’s face that doing so was becoming more difficult every day.
“It seems like this epidemic has to do with clothes, doesn’t it?” Emma asked, trying to push aside her own growing arousal as the Voice continued to thrum between her legs. “And I think this Voice is only targeting women in our neighborhood – I haven’t heard any word of whatever’s happening here from my friends at work, even though they’re all within driving distance. Do you know anyone who isn’t affected yet?”
Julia nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, my uncle Tom lives way out on the edge of town. He says everyone there is fine.”
“Does he happen to live anywhere near one of those pregnant ladies?”
Julia’s eyes widened slightly in understanding as she followed her friend’s train of thought. “You mean you think all these weird fashion changes are a side effect of their pregnancies? Because we hear this Voice when they get knocked up, and it makes us want to expose ourselves for some reason? Why hasn’t anyone else noticed these changes if that’s what’s happening though?”
“No, I don’t think anything’s changing about how other people dress – in fact, I’ve never heard anyone else talk about wearing skirts or dresses at all lately, have you?”
Julia blushed furiously, knowing that she’d been talking quite a bit recently about why skirts were so much better than pants. But no one had mentioned anything about fashion change at all, especially since Emma was saying the exact opposite about their neighborhood.
“Well,” she countered hesitantly, “maybe everyone else is starting to wear more skirts and stuff, so maybe it’s us who are the weirdos now!”
Emma rolled her eyes impatiently at her friend’s lame rejoinder. “Well if no one is noticing these changes in our clothes then it definitely seems like the only thing that’s different between us is the Voice, don’t you think??”
Even though they both knew exactly what Emma meant, a blush immediately began to redden Julia’s face as she remembered the insistent pleasure of the Voice between her legs once more. Her body’s natural instinct when confronted with this memory was to slide her knees even farther apart under her short skirt, spreading herself open as subtly as she could manage – it seemed like no matter how many times she was confronted with that memory, her pussy would always be aching to take whatever big cock the Voice offered it. It was frustratingly hard to concentrate when her mind and body kept begging for cock, begging for orgasms from a man who wouldn’t show his face.
“Oh gosh, Emma, what are we going to do?? I’ve been trying really hard to listen to what you were telling me and keep my hands off myself whenever I think about the Voice, but it’s just so difficult…”
“I’m sure it is, sweetie,” Emma responded sympathetically, her heart aching at the sight of her tormented friend. “I mean, if what we’re hearing every time we drive by one of those pregnant women can change us so drastically in just a few days, I don’t know how I can expect you to stay calm while that happens to you too!”
“Me neither! It just feels so nice whenever I give into the urge to masturbate… I feel so much better right afterward.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly how I felt a week ago, after I heard the Voice that first time. That’s why I knew this situation was serious.”
“I feel fine though! A little tingly and sensitive from all the masturbation maybe, but still!” Julia countered weakly, looking for any way she could justify continuing to fantasize about the Voice.
“No, Julia, you’ve been infected too, whether you want to admit it or not.” Emma reached out to give her friend a comforting touch on the arm.
At the sensation of the other girl’s fingertips brushing against her bare skin, however, Julia immediately gasped and fell into the same dizzy fantasy-loop that had dominated her thoughts for the last few hours.
She imagined the Voice standing behind Emma and leaning over her friend, murmuring in her ear, giving her the same pleasure-inducing stimulation that Julia was feeling right now as he began to fuck the slim girl. As the phantom cock began to slide its way into her petite frame, filling her up with his hot cum, Julia suddenly pictured herself getting turned around and taken doggy style right next to the couple on the couch.
Even now the vision was strong enough that the thought of that hard shaft sliding into her wet pussy drove Julia wild with desire, making her desperate for more contact and sending a fresh jolt of arousal coursing through her naked entrance. Before she could stop herself, she uncrossed her legs, exposing the tingling wet folds between them to anyone who might be watching.
The thought of how easy it would be to just sit back and let any one of those eager, hard men take their pleasure from her throbbing pussy sent a sudden, shocking wave of heat coursing through Julia’s body, so intense that it snapped her back into reality. What in the world was going on with her?? She quickly closed her thighs again as Emma looked over, flushing an even darker shade of red at the realization of how far she was falling under the Voice’s spell.
Fortunately, it appeared that Emma hadn’t noticed Julia’s momentary lack of self-control, still rambling on about whatever topic had brought her here.
“This morning, before work, I tried to get some clothes out of my dresser and couldn’t,” Emma said without preamble. Her mind raced as she struggled to understand how things could have changed so rapidly over just the last two days. Had something changed with the Voice itself?
“Wait, what do you mean??” Julia asked, confused, trying to focus.
“I mean, nothing I tried to pull out came along with the drawer!” Emma explained, exasperated.
Julia raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Oooookayyyy…”
“Listen, it’ll make more sense when I show you,” Emma said. “But I think it’s because of these new side-effects of the Voice!”
“Alright,” Julia responded dubiously. “Show me.” She plopped down on the couch opposite Emma’s chair, and her mind drifted back to how nice it had felt to keep her body fully exposed while she worked herself into a frenzy in her bedroom mere minutes ago.
After another moment of silence passed between them, Julia found herself slowly sliding her legs apart as her eyes became unfocused and hazy once more. She imagined that there were no men in the neighborhood, no women either, but just a crowd of lustful strangers watching as she teasingly slipped her short skirt up higher and higher…
Emma cleared her throat. “Julia! Are you ready?”
The spell broken, Julia’s legs immediately snapped together as she tried to look casual, turning her attention back over toward her friend. “What’s this all about?”
“Ok, pay very close attention here,” Emma began. She uncrossed her legs and pulled the fabric of her skirt up past the edge of her black panties. As Julia watched, fascinated and aroused despite herself, Emma pulled those lacy little underwear aside, exposing herself completely. “Tell me what you see.”
“Um… I see your-” Julia broke off with a cough, embarrassed.
“Say it.”
“I- I see your vagina,” Julia stuttered. Her fingers curled inward as she tried to keep her hands on the couch where they belonged, imagining how easily they could slide down between her thighs and start to pleasure herself to the sight.
“Exactly. Look how much easier it would be to access than mine. All you would have to do is push the side of my skirt out of the way like this, and viola! Tingly pussy,” Emma explained matter-of-factly as she demonstrated by lifting up her own short skirt. The only sign of distress from her was a slight flushing of her cheeks that Julia might have imagined, but which was undoubtedly there.
Julia couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not, but her friend’s demonstration had inadvertently shown her just how tightly those narrow hips hugged the outline of Emma’s soft pink labia. As the two women sat together silently, staring awkwardly at their respective laps, they were both suddenly overcome with a strong impulse to pull their skirts back down over their knees; the urge felt as instinctive as covering up after coming out of the shower, and made as much sense as well. Julia didn’t want anyone seeing her exposed pussy, she realized, even if that meant going bottomless for the rest of the day. It simply felt too good to have complete unfettered access to her pussy for some reason, and she couldn’t bear the thought of anything getting in the way of that feeling.
At least, not yet… Julia felt her resolve slowly dwindle as she thought about the fact that she would need to be able to easily uncover her pussy later when she was ready to go home. That could be tricky if she was wearing any form of clothing. But, no matter what happened, Julia knew she still wouldn’t feel comfortable letting men ogle her naked body, particularly in her vulnerable state of arousal. The fact that those men were also getting infected with some sort of perverted lust disease was enough to scare Julia into maintaining at least some degree of decency in public, no matter how irresistibly easy it was to just bare herself completely.
Emma’s voice, breaking the long silence, startled both of them back into reality.
“So I guess you’ve already noticed,” she said, still talking to her lap in an embarrassed voice, “but our neighborhood is starting to turn into a breeding ground.”
“Uh, yeah, you’re not kidding,” Julia responded in a small voice. Even though they couldn’t see each other’s faces, both girls could almost see the hot blush forming on their faces as they tried to avoid thinking about what it would be like to give in completely to this insidious infection. They could almost hear the sluttish moans echoing from their neighbors’ homes, filling up the quiet air around them with sounds of unabashedly carnal pleasure as the formerly-normal women were filled over and over by the Voice’s cock. It made every inch of Julia’s body suddenly very sensitive, tingly even, but she couldn’t figure out why.
“Ok, so I know that we talked about it before, and how we both promised not to succumb to the Voice’s temptations…” Emma continued.
“Yeah, but you’re right here too!” Julia interrupted, “Does that mean… wait, have you…?” Her voice trailed off.
Emma bit her lip and shook her head. “No. I haven’t given in, either,” she lied, suddenly unable to look directly at her friend. She knew that her body had been affected far more than she wanted to admit, but if Julia got infected like that she wouldn’t be able to stand being the only virgin left in the neighborhood. It was a secret she couldn’t tell anyone; she’d do anything to keep from feeling like that kind of outcast.
The news gave Julia the burst of strength she needed. The knowledge that Emma still had at least some control over herself reassured her own flagging resistance to the Voice’s effects. “Ok, good! No matter what, though, we can’t let ourselves end up like those other women in the neighborhood – I don’t want my body getting filled with babies like that,” she said, firmly.
“Absolutely not,” Emma agreed. “No baby fever whatsoever.”
As Emma walked back home from Julia’s house, though, the first pang of her pregnancy began to hit her, and she found herself longing to be able to experience what everyone else in the neighborhood was enjoying so much. She wanted to feel her stomach swelling up, growing rounder and heavier as her fertile, egg-stuffed womb continued to grow fuller and fuller. She imagined that feeling of cum filling her vagina as a hard cock thrust its way into her needy entrance, the semen jetting out to fill her uterus once again, making her pregnant yet again. The thought made Emma flush hot with an entirely different kind of sexual arousal than the Voice’s influence did; as her body began to prepare itself for the impregnation it knew it so desperately needed, her nipples hardened against the soft cups of her bra and the skin of her pussy began to swell slightly, engorging itself in expectation of getting knocked up.
And though she never saw them, every man that Emma passed by on the way back home noticed her obvious arousal and the clear invitation that both her swollen nipples and easy-access pussy were broadcasting loud and clear.
The next morning Emma didn’t even try to put on any clothes under her thin sundress – it seemed pointless when her pussy was clearly calling to every man she passed, practically begging them to come knock her up and give her baby fever just like all of their neighbors. When the pregnancy symptoms grew more insistent during work that day, it had become clear to Emma that unless she was willing to masturbate away all of her arousal at work, which would quickly get her fired, she needed to hurry and give in to her lustful desire to fuck and get filled with more babies while she could still go about her job.
But when she’d finally walked through the neighborhood to Julia’s house that night, hoping against hope that her friend was still unimpregnated and could help her figure out some way to fight off her impending mental break, Emma had immediately found her efforts stymied by the fact that her friend wasn’t wearing any underwear either, and was also wearing an incredibly thin outfit that was just as much an open invitation for a man as her own clothing. The only thing standing between Emma’s friend’s soaked pussy and all of the horny guys who were suddenly looking twice at the blonde as she passed them were the flimsy layers of thin cloth covering her bust and her ass.
Emma couldn’t bring herself to confront her friend about the obvious changes happening around the two of them, especially since it was becoming difficult to remember exactly how long they’d been taking effect now. Instead, Julia insisted that she stay for dinner, where she again noted that the men around her were acting very strangely, paying particular attention to Emma and herself and making not-so-subtle offers to escort them back home afterward.
At least they can all speak properly now, Emma thought. At one point she remembered hearing of something called “speech impairment”, though that must have been years ago…
The two twenty-five-year-old college grads shared a strange dinner together, both still desperately clinging to their senses against the growing influence of whatever was trying to drive them wild with horny delirium. They didn’t notice that both of them were constantly rolling their hips in tiny circles in their seats, nor did they really understand the flirty glances they kept tossing at all of the studly guys who surrounded them (they could at least tell that the looks weren’t aimed at each other). By the end of the meal Emma had made up some weak excuse, and as she left Julia’s house she felt almost entirely composed once again as she got ready to walk back home in her own bare feet.
Almost immediately the Voice began whispering its siren song into her ears from every man’s mouth in the neighborhood. Every voice around her was suddenly the Voice, and Emma was unable to prevent her eyes from falling hungrily on the exposed skin of any man walking past her. Her mind started running wild as she imagined the way all of those hard cocks throbbing beneath each pair of pants must feel as they slid inside her, and she found herself barely able to concentrate on anything except the growing heat between her legs.
By the time she made it home it was dark, but her lust still had no sign of abating. If anything, being cooped up inside seemed to make things worse; now, however, she knew how to handle it, and she threw herself into the first post-dinner marathon masturbation session that Julia could remember having before all this madness started. It was so nice to be able to let herself indulge in the pleasure pulsing through her without guilt now!
In the morning she woke up feeling amazingly refreshed – if a bit stiff, and slightly cranky around the thighs, after such an intense orgasm-fueled session last night. In fact, Julia was pretty sure she would be completely happy with life for at least the whole next week if she just gave up on masturbating anymore… except that she would almost certainly start having some pretty strong fantasies about the Voice’s cock soon thereafter if she went too long without masturbating (and those were guaranteed to bring back her intense cravings for the real thing).
The best idea seemed to be to just do it again today, though the idea wasn’t exactly unappealing to begin with – she’d never cum this many times in her life even if she spent a whole weekend at it!
Still, today there was also going to have to be an extra round or two – or three or four – because apparently yesterday had been so amazing that Julia was just going to wake up with a tingly pussy every day now unless she did something about it. Even with the soreness, thinking back on how hot that fantasy had been made her blush a little. The truth was, though, that she’d woken up with her body flushed and hot once again, and even now her sensitive clit throbbed pleasantly from the memory of all that self-pleasuring last night, while the soft fabric of her sheets brushed enticingly against her naked labia and tush.
That was why Julia decided to take the time to put on a skirt – she wanted to continue the fun and indulgence of yesterday’s fantasies, and figured it would help set the mood. That was obviously not going to be a problem today… but what on earth did Emma want to talk about? Julia’s eyes followed her friend into her living room and sat down opposite her, trying not to imagine the sight of her slim friend sitting there in the same type of short skirt that her own hips swayed under.
“I see you’re wearing a skirt too. Care to explain?” Julia began.
“Ah yes. It’s simple: women who wear skirts are being knocked up,” Emma said flatly. “I went out to my car this afternoon and found that the tires had been slashed; when I confronted some random girl in the neighborhood who I’d seen wearing a skirt around lately, she told me that the ‘skirt rule’ started right before the pregnancy epidemic.”
“Oh, wow!” Julia gasped. A sudden flash of heat pulsed through her, but she tried to stay focused on the conversation at hand. “But how does that even make sense? It doesn’t have anything to do with your outfit!”
“On the contrary: women who are easy to access tend to be easier to impregnate,” Emma answered.
“But – so what if you’re a slut? You shouldn’t be punished for wanting to feel sexy in your clothes!” Julia argued back. She realized it didn’t really matter at this point – it wasn’t as if she wouldn’t wear a short skirt herself anyway if given the choice – but there was something about the principle of it that she just couldn’t let go.
Emma laughed darkly and leaned over to the coffee table, where a pile of folded fabric sat next to Julia’s mug of cooling tea. Julia had already taken stock of it herself when her friend came in, and the two of them watched it simultaneously: a pair of pink lacy panties sliding off the edge and onto the floor.
The athletic trainer blushed hotly, not sure how she could possibly explain what happened without looking like an enormous hypocrite. There was no doubt what the pink cotton had been used for recently, and though she knew they weren’t currently on display, both girls’ minds helpfully pictured what Julia’s now-completely-exposed pussy must look like, sitting bare under the light folds of her skirt as her lower body twisted across the sofa, and a small, naughty shiver ran up their spines.
Julia bit her lip as a tingle suddenly pulsed through her again, realizing once more that her body was incredibly susceptible to these little sexual fantasies, especially ones that revolved around her vulnerability. A quick glance confirmed that Emma’s face was also red with embarrassed arousal, and Julia figured the other woman was imagining the same kind of thing. The room felt very tense all of a sudden as the girls fought to keep themselves under control, and in spite of the fact that they were only half-thinking about it, both Julia and Emma had to remind themselves not to squirm and rub against each other in the charged air.
“We are going to have to be extra careful then, aren’t we?” Emma said finally, trying to regain her composure. “But before that,” she continued, shifting uncomfortably as yet another naughty spark tickled between her legs at what she was about to say next, “tell me something: did you cum? Earlier I mean. When you…” her voice trailed off as she gestured toward the stairs leading up to Julia’s bedroom.
Julia blushed bright crimson. This whole conversation was completely mortifying, and all of a sudden she found herself fighting with all her might against an insanely erotic image of two women fucking each other in order to stay composed. Taking a deep breath, Julia looked away from her friend’s unrelentingly inquisitive face, and her gaze fell on her friend’s tight, smooth thighs and slender calves, and more importantly on the space between them: completely free of even a tiny hint of panties or leg-bands.
“You weren’t wearing underwear either!” Julia accused, trying desperately to take her mind off of how good it would feel to kiss her way along Emma’s sexy calves and up her warm thighs.
Emma didn’t have any idea what Julia was talking about, and she raised an eyebrow suspiciously in response. Her friend was stalling. It took her a moment, but eventually a light blush lit Emma’s cheeks as well, and she gave Julia a slightly accusing look right back.
“I don’t normally wear any kind of panty at all, unless I’m wearing these pants,” she said defensively. “This skirt is too tight to do anything else.”
A new flash of tingly arousal swept through Julia at that bit of information. In spite of the embarrassment, hearing the casual way in which her prim and proper friend admitted that she normally wore absolutely no panties made it sound so incredibly sexy. The very thought of Emma sitting in an office somewhere completely commando under her skirt caused another image to pop unbidden into Julia’s mind; this time, however, it wasn’t the Voice thrusting his cock between her friend’s slender thighs, but her own.
Julia shook her head and tried to refocus herself, suddenly realizing that Emma was saying something.
“Anyway, this isn’t why I came over here – can you focus? This is important.”
“Sorry, yeah, I’m listening,” Julia said, giving up the useless charade and letting her eyes wander freely up Emma’s pale legs, lingering on where her slim calves disappeared into her pencil skirt.
The view caused a small wave of arousal to course through Julia, but by now she had gotten used to ignoring those feelings whenever Emma was around. Her friend was much stricter when it came to holding out against their impulses than Julia was; for whatever reason, whenever Julia masturbated while she was thinking about the Voice she almost immediately wanted to share its pleasure with others, so her fantasies often included a partner for her and the Voice. Emma had proven herself able to avoid all temptation since they’d first been exposed to the Voice, but that didn’t stop her from looking like a sexy piece of jailbait every time she wore her skirts, which were getting progressively more short-and-revealing each day. It was no wonder the whole neighborhood was under some kind of spell!
Emma, meanwhile, seemed completely oblivious to her increasingly skimpy wardrobe choices. The two young women still dressed quite similarly, for work at least: nice, form-fitting pants; blouses buttoned to show off the top of their busts; shoes with medium-heels that always showed off their shapely calves and slim ankles; and, as of late, form-fitting pencil skirts to complete the outfit. That didn’t change the fact that over the past few weeks Emma had begun favoring shorter, more provocative outfits for their off time together in addition to that, though Julia found she didn’t mind the changes at all – especially as of today’s new development.
Julia tried not to think of how much easier it would be to bend over and give a guy a clear view up her short skirt if she was wearing an outfit like that – maybe that’s why Emma was making these fashion choices now, because they looked good and were practical too?
Her eyes lingered on her friend’s shapely bare calves before Julia caught herself and forced herself back to attention. “Wait, did you say you’re wearing a skirt? With no panties?”
“Of course not!” Emma exclaimed. “I’ve just been… really warm lately, is all.”
Julia had never once seen her friend wear something without underwear beneath it before today, but she decided to drop it. “You haven’t forgotten our promise, have you?” she asked instead.
Emma shook her head resolutely. “Of course not, what do you take me for?” she responded, suddenly eager to get the conversation back on track now that the subject of clothing had been firmly quashed.
Julia sighed with relief at that; ever since her promise to Emma not to daydream about the Voice too much, she’d found herself incredibly weak whenever the memory of that compelling baritone came calling upon her senses. If her friend were having the same problems, though, it might be worth revisiting those restrictions. In spite of her feelings of guilt at breaking their promise, Julia knew that it took almost every ounce of willpower she had not to cum out of her mind in public every time she caught wind of the Voice and remembered just how exposed and vulnerable her poor little pussy was beneath her skirt.
Emma nodded at Julia’s response and continued. “Ok then. That means that we shouldn’t have anything to worry about if I told you I’ve gotten an earful of the Voice myself on the drive home today. But if you’re as good as you say, we should both be able to stay calm and composed, right?”
Julia gulped. Just thinking about it already had her wanting to touch herself, even before hearing any of the Voice’s insistent suggestions. She could feel a slick drop of pussy juices forming against the soft folds of her labia, and she crossed her arms and legs, trying not to shiver under the sudden intensity of the sensations assaulting her body. It was hard to think straight with the Voice so present in her head. Her promise to Emma, though, kept the horny blonde in place. “Sure thing!” Julia said cheerily, though her eyes remained slightly unfocused and distracted.
After another second or two of thought, however, Julia started getting antsy. She had suddenly realized just how comfortable it was for her pussy to be exposed like this. It was nice to give it some fresh air; maybe Emma wasn’t being such a good influence after all. And when she glanced over at her friend on the opposite chair, Julia was shocked to notice that the girl’s chest was heaving. Was she touching herself?
“No!” Emma shouted, looking away and covering herself in embarrassment. It took a moment for her to get back to normal, but when she did she continued firmly: “So anyways, I just saw this weird thing where one of those girls who’s turned into a baby machine came outside and started sunbathing, totally naked except for a pair of sunglasses.”
That sounded nice… and it was exactly what Julia wanted to do right now. “Well, why not?” Julia asked, almost without realizing. She felt more and more relaxed the longer she sat with her bare slit exposed, and the thought of spreading out in the open on her lawn seemed positively irresistible. Julia stood up and started walking towards her door, feeling better than ever. Maybe her friend would be persuaded to join her outside once they got there.
“Julia, come here,” Emma said. For the first time Julia noticed an extra tone to her friend’s voice. It almost sounded like some sort of compulsion – a command that she was powerless to resist. But how was that possible?
With the way Emma sounded, though, Julia couldn’t help but follow her friend’s instructions. She slowly made her way back to where Emma was sitting on the opposite end of the sofa.
“Julia, I’m here to stop whatever it is you’re turning into, whatever influence this is having on your mind.”
As soon as Emma heard her own voice say those words, however, she was overcome with a sudden, powerful urge to go along with the plan instead. Maybe if she played along, her horny friend would actually get around to fulfilling Emma’s new desire.
“Yes…” Julia said dreamily. She wanted nothing more than to obey this new, sexy version of Emma. There was only one thing wrong; she hadn’t been using the Voice on Julia. In fact, as soon as Emma had come inside, she had almost forgotten about the man and his Voice entirely. It seemed that the two girls were both beginning to succumb to something else’s power.
Emma didn’t notice; she was too busy thinking about the way the Voice was making her feel between her thighs right now, about how irresistibly horny he was making her, so much so that she could hardly pay attention to her friend’s words. But this new urge told her not to worry about any of that, so she simply continued speaking: “It is a nice day out, isn’t it?”
“I’m getting really turned on all of a sudden…” Julia said quietly, not even hearing what Emma had said, lost as she was in the pleasant memory of the Voice’s baritone, which for some reason seemed to be growing stronger.
Emma noticed the distant tone to her friend’s voice as Julia began gently stroking herself, and a moment later Julia was moaning softly to herself as she slid a finger inside the elastic band of her skirt, where it disappeared beneath the hem.
All of a sudden the two girls heard an indistinct but definitely masculine voice from outside, and they immediately snapped out of their individual dazes as their bodies grew tingly and excited. This time they both understood that what they were feeling came from the mysterious Voice; though neither girl could make out whatever was being said at such a distance, nonetheless its effects penetrated through to them anyway, filling their horny minds with an overwhelmingly attractive desire to give in to their sexual needs.
Julia was still fingering herself when she regained control of her mind and immediately stopped, looking embarrassed. But then, unable to help herself, she asked: “Why are you wearing a skirt?”
Her cheeks burning bright red, Emma explained the story behind the clothing change. At first, simply out of laziness, she hadn’t wanted to bother changing clothes after work; once she left the office, however, it felt odd walking around the neighborhood without underwear, but whenever she got close to home she suddenly found that she couldn’t be bothered to pull her panties back on for some reason. All along her body had felt incredibly sexy and alive as she walked around the streets, even though no one was able to see what was underneath her dress; in fact, the idea that no one else knew how much her body was craving a stiff cock only seemed to increase the pleasurable heat surging through her pelvis, culminating in her final act of total exhibitionism when she decided to take off everything – both panties and bra – altogether at her doorstep.
“And why did you stop doing all those things, like not wearing underwear, just because you saw me?” Julia asked curiously after listening intently to her friend’s confession.
Emma sighed, slightly exasperated that Julia was forcing her to say this out loud. “Because, Julia, it seemed like you were under the Voice’s spell already. I didn’t want to end up like that too! And I don’t want to risk catching anyone’s eye by wearing a skirt, even if I’m not planning on going out anywhere.”
Julia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the way she always did when Emma used the word ‘catching’ to describe something sexual. Emma noticed the movement and smiled to herself. Julia acted so bold and uninhibited about sex in almost every situation, but when she heard about other people fucking and getting pregnant… that was when her virginity really started to shine through.
“Come on Julia, there’s no denying what’s happening here, so don’t get weird on me. I don’t want to go out in public dressed like this, especially at night. If there are some guy out there that have been affected by this too, like we have, then I definitely don’t want to catch their eyes.”
Julia nodded her head. That made sense. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to resist another round of self-induced masturbation that evening, and if she was in pants it would only take her longer to satisfy the growing ache between her legs, which was a problem. But if she were still wearing her short skirt, or even better, if she happened to forget to pull on underwear before masturbating… well, that would solve the problem of not being able to reach her needy little pussy, as well as making the whole process more pleasurable. And as a bonus, it would make Emma happy too!
After all, her friend had been very insistent that they both avoid wearing skirts around their neighborhood. What would she say if she found out Julia was wearing one every single day now?
Emma stood up. “Alright, let’s go for a walk before it gets dark. It shouldn’t be too bad during the weekday when everyone’s home working,” she said.
Julia agreed, not entirely clear where her friend was going with all of this. As she led them out the front door of her house, however, Emma took immediate control, grabbing Julia’s arm and steering her back toward the entrance instead.
“Wait, wait,” Emma said, pushing Julia gently through the doorway and closing it behind her, “we need to change first.”
Julia raised an eyebrow. Her friend had never been so forceful before, but she wasn’t complaining – in fact, it reminded her quite a lot of what the Voice might do in such a situation…
Emma turned away and led the two girls back to Julia’s room, ignoring the questioning look her friend was giving her. In all honesty, it didn’t make a huge difference as to whether she saw Julia without her clothes or not right now; either way they were going to be doing the same thing. They only reason Emma wanted Julia to change in private was that she hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to go ahead with it yet herself, even though she’d come over specifically to get herself to do so.
A few minutes later they both came back out of the bedroom, clad only in their respective undergarments – nothing more than bras and panties for each of them, and a matching set for each girl as well. The skimpiness of the outfit only made sense considering the summery nature of their neighborhood, where everyone preferred to dress lightly and show off as much skin as possible, but that didn’t stop the girls from blushing slightly as they sat down on the couch across from one another.
“Ok, Emma, what are you up to? And why did I have to get changed?”
Emma took a deep breath, steadying herself. This was it. “Because this is the only way we’ll be able to keep our promise. From now on, skirts are against the rules.”
That sounded strange, especially from the person who had just told Julia to wear one, but Julia knew that if it was Emma, then she meant well, and she listened attentively to the rest of her explanation.
“This whole thing started because of how quickly they’ve affected our bodies and our minds with just one simple action – driving by and hearing some random guy’s voice for five seconds. Well, there’s more than one way to hear someone speak.”
“Yeah…” Julia said slowly, her brow furrowing as she tried to think where her friend could be going with this. Her pussy, however, was tingling quite a bit at the memory of how powerfully that single act had affected both girls.
“Now we’re wearing skirts like these,” Emma gestured at their identical outfits, “and if we get horny again while we’re out – which seems almost unavoidable at this point – we might decide that masturbating out in public would be fun. It’s happened to everyone else after all, so it makes sense that we would start to think about doing the same things that they are.”
Julia realized where her friend was going now. “So instead you want us to go straight to each other, and take care of things before we can end up like the rest of them? That actually makes sense!”
“Exactly! Instead of having your brain turn into a puddle when you get horny out in public, come find me first. Maybe if we focus all that desire onto each other, that way it won’t be able to grow anymore – because we’ll have already turned that energy back into something productive. It won’t be able to expand outward into the neighborhood.”
By this point Julia was biting her lip at the idea, imagining what it would be like for Emma to suddenly appear in front of her while she was already feeling particularly aroused, only to push her down to the ground and rip her clothing off of her eager body.
“Wait… I feel weird saying this, but, um, do you think if we’re… close enough to each other, um…” she paused again, trying to get out what she wanted to say. “Do you think if we’re both there, together, maybe it would cancel out the effects of the Voice?”
She finally glanced up at her friend on the opposite end of the room. The look in her eyes seemed to show that she agreed with Julia’s unspoken suggestion, and was thinking about what they could do together even more explicitly than her fantasy had managed so far.
Julia felt a flush creeping over her body at the image, imagining that sexy, muscular man behind Emma, fucking her, and how much she wanted to join in their threesome, getting fucked just as hard herself. A wave of warmth began rolling out from between her thighs, making them clench harder in a failed attempt to try to keep the sensations from traveling outward through the rest of her horny body.
With great difficulty Julia shook herself loose of those images, turning to Emma and giving her a nervous smile. “Yeah, skirts are nice for hot days like this,” Julia said, trying to sound nonchalant as she fought to distract herself from the rising pressure of sexual arousal between her legs.
Her athletic friend smiled at the comment. “I know what you mean – though personally I never wear panties on days like this, anyway.”
Julia gave a weak laugh that quickly died under the intensity of her blush. For some reason the two women now sitting across from each other both seemed to be experiencing their first true moment of female solidarity as they each realized that their friend was just as turned-on by their mutual bottomlessness as they were themselves.
Emma broke the silence first. “Oh… oh wow.”
Julia cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah… same here,” she finally responded after a long pause, not really sure how to reply. The two women sat there in awkward silence for another few seconds before Julia suddenly spoke again. “You can see my pussy!” she blurted out, still embarrassed, but too horny to really care anymore.
Emma immediately burst into nervous laughter at her friend’s forward comment. “Yours isn’t exactly hidden, either. Do you see where my nipples are pointing right now?” she replied, blushing heavily as she indicated the hard, prominent buds sticking straight through her shirt.
“Oh! And the way your breasts jiggle when you cross your legs like that…”
“…and the way you’re sitting on your hand so that it looks like you aren’t even wearing any underwear.”
Julia suddenly broke out laughing, and the two friends began giggling uncontrollably at each other’s involuntary exhibitionism, finally able to share with someone else just what had been happening to them ever since they first encountered the Voice a few weeks ago.
The two young women were finally able to talk about what they had been feeling over the past few days now that they had discovered that they had both been compelled to go around in such revealing, slutty clothing. At last Julia admitted that she’d been spending almost all of her free time masturbating to the memory of the Voice instead of fighting it, and that the pleasure made her feel helplessly vulnerable when she was around men. Emma shared that she had been forced to wear skirts like these all week as well, and had gotten so used to the lack of fabric rubbing between her ass and panties that it actually felt uncomfortable without it.
After a quick discussion, Julia and Emma agreed that they would try to do more productive things together while their bodies were under attack. Neither woman liked the idea of giving up all pleasure, especially as much as they secretly enjoyed all the ways their bodies were being manipulated by the Voice, but they figured that if they could keep from indulging in the thoughts and fantasies, and just focus on how exposed and vulnerable their sexy bodies were as a result of all the sexual stimulation, then maybe they’d be able to find some peace for once.
Over the next few days the two horny women tried their best to follow through on this plan, staying in each others’ company almost constantly during the day, only sleeping together at night to ensure that they didn’t indulge in any pleasurable self-exploration.
Their pact seemed to be working – as long as they were busy doing something else or talking to each other, it was easy to ignore their bodies’ growing sexual tension. Whenever they had to run an errand alone, however, Julia and Emma found themselves struggling with all of their might to ignore how incredibly erotic it felt to have so little clothing keeping them protected from a stranger’s eager hands, or even just shielding their pussy’s entrance from public view.
Still, Emma managed to hold it together, and it seemed like she could too as long as they stayed together. The problem was, of course, that there had been nothing preventing either woman from masturbating over the last few days except for the promise they’d made each other. In the face of this promise, as much as both girls found themselves fantasizing about how easy it would be for them to give up and start furiously finger-fucking one another if they really wanted to, neither Emma nor Julia had broken yet.
After nearly a week of celibacy, the pressure continued to build and build in both girls’ bodies, slowly making their minds more susceptible to the thoughts of sex and submission that threatened to take over if they didn’t find some release soon. Emma kept a close eye on her blonde friend, trying not to think about how incredibly sexy Julia’s fit body always looked. Julia herself tried her best to remain oblivious to the way Emma’s skimpy clothing emphasized every subtle curve and jiggle of her feminine form, and instead focused on reminding herself how nice it was that the two of them had gotten back together after years apart.
Now, however, as they both struggled to keep the other distracted with their conversations, and as they both struggled even more to distract themselves, each felt a bit of relief at being able to show off a tiny part of their feminine figures. For once they weren’t alone, and though they still knew that there were far fewer clothes than usual protecting the sexual assets of their female bodies, seeing the same state of affairs on another young woman helped take some of the edge off their self-consciousness and paranoia.
At the same time, now that she had seen her own vulnerability reflected in Emma, Julia suddenly realized that with only a quick yank on her belt loop she could easily take her friend’s skirt away, leaving her sitting defenselessly across from her in nothing but a pair of lacy panties that would have been unable to hide any part of Emma’s easy-access pussy. She didn’t want to betray Emma like that, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop herself – after all, if the situation was reversed, Julia imagined that it would be no contest between herself and the Voice…
It didn’t help that they were both getting hornier by the second too. The more Julia reminded herself about how exposed her little cunny must be under its insubstantial covering of fabric, and the longer she felt its tingly sensitivity as a reminder of its nakedness, the hornier she found herself growing. A similar effect could be seen in Emma as well, the thin shirt and tight skirt she wore revealing just how much her nipples were protruding through her top, and just how damp she had become at her core. Neither girl was fully aware of what the other was thinking or feeling, but the general sense that they shared something forbidden, something sexual, was more than enough to arouse them beyond their control.
By the time Emma was ready to leave a few hours later, the Voice had taken its toll on each of them, their breasts heaving with every breath as they felt the hot liquid arousal pulsing between their legs. The two women embraced goodbye, feeling how firm and full the other’s tits were at close range, and Julia tried not to moan out loud at the sensation. Just as quickly as her friend left, however, Julia’s hand flew down between her thighs and began frantically fucking itself into orgasm, a fresh flood of needy, uncontrollable desire surging through her body, demanding immediate relief as her fingers began desperately pounding themselves between the slick, tingly folds of her pussy.
Two days later found Emma on Julia’s doorstep again, trying to decide what to wear once she got inside. Julia had been forced to cancel lunch with her the day before thanks to a sudden influx of clients at work, but Emma had managed to keep her mind busy enough that she hadn’t needed to masturbate nearly as frequently as she would have expected. After an entire evening and morning spent in nonstop orgasmic pleasure thanks to memories of the Voice, her labia no longer ached with constant tingling arousal and she didn’t feel the pressing need for physical release like she had earlier in the week. Still, Emma was certain that if she spent an hour or two talking to Julia (and perhaps indulging in some of the sexy outfits from her closet) it wouldn’t take long for her libido to catch back up with itself, especially given the kind of subject matter Julia wanted to discuss.
They’d talked about how they were supposed to get ready for their lunch meeting together via text the night before, though both girls had gotten the distinct impression that the other was up to something suspicious as well. That, of course, made things easier – knowing that the other girl wasn’t going to be easy to distract gave them a fair amount of mental ammunition in that regard.
In fact, it occurred to both women on the drive over to Julia’s house that despite the fact that neither of them wanted to fall prey to the Voice’s effect, their strategy of keeping each other in line would be almost impossible to enact without doing exactly what the Voice had originally forced on them, even if only privately. It was almost paradoxical: The only way either of them could expect to resist the allure of masturbation-fueled fantasy was to constantly fantasize about the other woman being masturbated to.
By the time Emma parked her car in the driveway behind Julia’s, she was soaking wet between the legs once again, her tight pussy aching for attention after imagining the scene of her friend slipping out of her underwear in the car every day since hearing it from her neighbor on Tuesday. After having to hear about all of the women who had fallen pregnant already thanks to the Voice and its magic control over them, she didn’t want to risk becoming just another faceless drone, blissfully happy in her state as a human incubator. She absolutely refused to wind up pregnant.
And yet, here she was, already halfway there. All of her fantasizing about Julia must have been affecting her body more than she’d thought, and her breasts had gotten larger and more sensitive in the last couple of days alone, making Emma very aware of them at any moment she might catch a glimpse of cleavage in a mirror – like now, when all she could think about was how good it would feel for the Voice to play with her nipples while he took her virginity…
Shaking herself slightly, Emma made a face and tried to come back down to earth. She had just come here to warn Julia, not to get more turned on!
“Ok, listen, I need you to hear me out,” Emma finally began. “The pregnancy epidemic isn’t going to stop anytime soon, and we need to be prepared if it does happen to us. Today I went to the mall on my lunch break and saw two women walk into a lingerie shop with huge signs announcing special prices in their windows.”
“Wait a second, wait a second… don’t tell me that they were…”
“…Both wearing skirts without any panties? Of course. Do you really think that’s coincidence after everything else that’s been happening around here?”
Julia bit her lip in consternation. “Oh god, this is really starting to get out of control, isn’t it?”
Emma could read what her friend wasn’t saying loud and clear: She was worried about slipping into the kind of subservience that had seemed to infect the other women in their neighborhood, who had started behaving strangely since they had found out that they were pregnant. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Julia had become almost completely obsessed with both masturbating to the memory of the Voice and exposing the sensitive flesh of her needy little pussy to the open air for the sake of tempting a random man or two into breeding her fertile body. It had become such an unthinking urge for Julia that Emma guessed she would have done anything in that moment to keep her legs crossed tightly in front of her so as not to accidentally show Emma what she had beneath the skirt.
Just like Emma, herself. Emma could understand exactly where her friend was coming from right now, despite their best efforts to stay on top of their rapidly diminishing sanity and individuality. Just as Emma knew that Julia had been forced to sit down very carefully at first, afraid that too-rapid or sudden movement might expose her needy pussy under her skirt to the world, she also knew that her own actions must seem completely bizarre to her friend. She, too, could remember how desperately she had clung to her individuality for as long as possible in the face of a growing sexual compulsion to always be available and ready for a man to fill her with cum and breed her fertile pussy.
They had already come much farther down this slippery slope than they’d realized; in their attempts to remain in control, both women had succumbed to an instinct that was rapidly gaining more control over them every day, pushing them towards the submissive, servile natures they feared they were falling into, and pushing away the independence that each girl knew she was quickly losing. They should have known that simply putting on a skirt would have given in to this subconscious urge and exposed their pussies once again. And yet…
“We promised we wouldn’t think about it anymore, though!” Julia blurted out suddenly, her eyes darting from Emma’s own to focus on her friend’s knees, trying and failing to imagine if she had the courage to expose her own pussy in the way Emma so easily flaunted her own.
Emma’s eyes grew sad as she finally allowed herself to notice what Julia had clearly been thinking about just moments ago, and a guilty look crossed her face as she saw just how exposed her friend must be underneath her borrowed modesty. “You’re right,” Emma admitted, closing her eyes briefly, a blush appearing on her cheeks at the mental picture her thoughts were conjuring of Julia’s vulnerable, naked labia resting against the fabric of the couch beneath her. “And yet, here we both are,” she said after a brief moment of silence. “Wearing skirts for the first time in weeks, just days after seeing a man wearing one and realizing how… vulnerable that made us feel.”
Julia found herself nodding along, knowing just what Emma meant – and she also noticed the slight hesitation before the word “vulnerable” which was the source of both women’s current arousal, making them sit in such a careful manner. Their minds might hate the feeling of vulnerability inherent in wearing such clothing, but their bodies had quickly adapted to finding it arousing, making it harder and harder for the young women to avoid dressing that way.
“The whole neighborhood is getting infected with these… feelings,” Emma said. “You’ve heard about the girls who have gotten knocked up, yeah?”
“Yeah, weird stuff is definitely going on out there.” Julia replied, trying to maintain her composure while sitting so delicately on her now sensitive and exposed pussy. Her thoughts lingered once again on the idea that men all over town could take advantage of her body if they wanted – that they could come over here right now, see her sitting in such an obvious state of dress, and take full advantage of her easy-access pussy in whatever fashion they chose, whenever they pleased. She tried not to let her breathing grow too irregular at the thought as she continued. “Do you think there’s someone behind this infection? And if so, are you saying it’s got something to do with our skirts?”
“Not someone,” Emma replied seriously. “Something. As to what it has to do with the way we’re dressed…” She blushed a deep red and looked down at her own lap, where her knees were crossed demurely. “That… it’s making me feel even more vulnerable than usual.” She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs tightly together as she finished the statement, trying in vain to get control over her thoughts for a moment, and then seemed to realize what she was doing – she stopped rubbing her thighs together and blushed harder as she continued. “I’m beginning to suspect that whatever it is, it’s attracted by female clothing, which lets it infect its victims with a variety of strange new habits, one of which might be pregnancy.”
“Wow, that sounds bad.” Julia didn’t really want to consider how bad things were becoming. The infection was already bad enough on its own – between hearing the Voice and how many times she’d been forced to fuck herself lately, she could barely remember who she used to be before all the madness began. The idea that the infection itself was attracted to women’s clothes, and especially underwear, was enough to make her squirm in discomfort at what might come next. She also noticed, however, that part of her felt thrilled by the prospect as well, and as she shifted about, her fingers lightly touched the sensitive folds of her exposed pussy as she rearranged herself on the couch. It was an electric feeling, like when she accidentally brushed against her erect nipples through a thin blouse; Julia wondered how sensitive other parts of her body might have become as well, but knew from experience that now wasn’t exactly the best time to experiment.
“I know,” Emma responded emphatically, nodding. “It looks like everything just keeps getting worse. So, I wanted to ask you: do you still think that the Vo – uh, that your ‘strange new habits,’ or whatever it is you’re doing when you disappear into your bedroom at night… do you still think they’re attractive?”
“What?? No way!” Julia responded incredulously. As attractive as those things may have been, there was no way she could continue thinking about them in that way, not knowing what she did now. Not with how far out of hand everything had gotten in just a few days! “Of course I’m going to stop all of that.”
Emma nodded again, obviously pleased with the response. “Ok, good. Let me know if you start, um, feeling funny. And maybe don’t wear that skirt anymore.”
“Yeah, you too.” The two shared a bit of an uncomfortable laugh, and the conversation moved on to more innocuous topics as the day continued. After a while Emma made her excuses and left to go back home.
Julia watched as her friend headed up the short walkway from her door to the sidewalk. Once there, Emma looked both ways down the quiet street and, seeing no one, lifted up the front of her skirt to adjust herself before heading out. Seeing her friend expose her own easy-access pussy reminded Julia of the way Emma had knocked on the door with the skirt on and not much else underneath it; her eyes narrowed as she wondered what could have been important enough to risk exposing herself like that for.
It had seemed almost calculated, or premeditated somehow, and as she looked toward the horizon Julia noticed for the first time that the sun was starting to set. As her friend left, Julia was overcome with a sudden, unknowable fear at the sight of those fiery red clouds lighting up the sky. For some reason that sunset felt significant, ominous somehow, and the longer she stared into it the more uneasy she felt. Eventually she forced her gaze away, and immediately found her thoughts wandering back to the memory of the Voice’s compelling thrumming. Her body tingled excitedly at the prospect of revisiting the memory, but she fought it off, wondering where all of this was coming from.
As she continued watching the sunset through the window, however, Julia was slowly overcome with an intense feeling that something bad would happen tonight. It took some time for her to realize what the feeling was: for some reason, she knew that she was going to be raped that night. It wasn’t a factual sense, nor did it have any basis in evidence, but rather seemed to be a gut instinct deep inside her that Julia just knew was true.
This realization terrified Julia, and yet, as she sat thinking about it, another voice in the back of her mind told her that she needed to make sure this rape happened tonight, no matter what. No matter what! At that thought her body tingled with an erotic charge that went straight between her thighs. The sensation was too pleasurable to ignore, and suddenly Julia recognized the feelings coursing through her as the same ones she had felt back in the car that morning when she had removed her panties and realized how exposed her tingly little pussy was.
Easy-Access Pussy…
There was a secret meaning there, but before Julia could follow her intuition to its inevitable conclusion, Emma distracted her by walking over and sitting on the couch beside her.
“Are you alright?” she asked as she got comfortable.
Julia had no idea what to say in response, still stunned by the image of her uptight friend parading around so provocatively, almost exactly like she was herself right now. After a long silence, she finally admitted, “No, not really.”
Emma reached forward and sympathetically rested her hand on her friend’s arm.
Suddenly Julia realized that their knees were touching; Emma’s bare knee pressed up against her own. It seemed like they were both wearing a lot less than usual today, and Julia felt her mind slowly wander back onto its earlier tracks. As it did she glanced down at where their knees were rubbing together and found her attention lingering on Emma’s pale leg. The girl didn’t have much to offer in the way of thighs, but from this angle the view up her tight skirt was positively scandalous, and Julia found herself biting her lip, remembering what she was missing underneath her own clothing.
Looking up as though nothing was amiss, however, Emma said in all seriousness, “I’m scared, Jules. I think whatever is happening in this neighborhood is affecting us.”
Julia nodded, feeling her eyes drawn back down to her friend’s shapely, smooth legs again. “How can it not, honestly?” she replied softly, mesmerized by the sensuous flesh revealed just inches away from her fingertips. “We’re pretty much sex zombies at this point,” Julia continued, still distracted by her growing desire to rub her hand along the soft expanse of Emma’s thigh.
“Hey! Pay attention!” Emma exclaimed. Her harsh tone startled Julia into looking up, and Emma repeated, “The only chance we have to break free from this is if we stick together.”
“Okay,” Julia agreed reluctantly. Now that the thought had occurred to her, all she could think about was touching and tasting her friend’s gorgeous, bare legs. It was only another second before Julia’s hand moved seemingly of its own accord to stroke the exposed skin there, caressing the warm flesh gently and making them both gasp at the sensation.
“Jules…” Emma sighed warningly, even though her eyes were closed and she was already rolling her hips ever so slightly forward into the delicate contact.
As much as she knew she should, Julia couldn’t help herself as her touch grew bolder, becoming less of a gentle caress and more of a sensuous rubdown of the brunette’s delicious, silky skin. She watched Emma’s pale pink panties come into view when the girl uncrossed her legs, enjoying the way the smooth material hugged her tight pussy, which was now glistening faintly through the white cotton with desire.
Emma was already having a hard time remembering what it was that she needed to talk about so badly, so when Julia moved her free hand up to slide inside the front of her blouse, exposing one breast with tantalizing slowness, the girl’s willpower crumbled and she surrendered to her arousal completely, moaning helplessly and leaning back further in the chair while she let her blonde friend pleasure her exposed tit.
The two of them enjoyed each other in this state for quite a long time. Both of their skirts were hiked up around their hips at this point, and their respective breasts were fully exposed so that they could be pinched and twisted under gentle but insistent thumbs. Their hands had slipped lower as well, Emma’s fingers now rubbing circles over the soaked front of the athletic trainer’s damp panties, while Julia teased the brunette by stroking just the tips of her talented fingers across the exposed skin of her slippery outer labia. The only part of her that still seemed to be immune to the growing compulsion to give in was her clitoris, which somehow remained hidden from her friend’s probing hands through her sensitive folds of skin.
Eventually, however, Emma remembered why she was here, though she still found herself reluctant to speak as Julia leaned down and flicked her tongue against Emma’s nipple. After a few more attempts, finally she got out, “Wait… Wait!” Julia paused and sat back on her knees.
“Julia… You’re not wearing underwear right now…” Emma said in a breathless rush, finally noticing that the reason she was unable to tease her friend’s swollen little clit with her fingers was because there wasn’t any way she could touch it at all!
“Oh, well I guess that’s kinda weird.” Julia responded after a moment, seemingly distracted again with the prospect of pleasuring Emma.
“Kinda? I can tell you’re not wearing any underpants from the other side of the couch, Julia!”
“Oh, well why don’t we do something about that, then,” Julia countered, sliding over on her knees next to where Emma was seated, clearly prepared to reciprocate the sexual pleasure that her friend had given her earlier.
Emma wanted to accept her friend’s offer for her own sake as well – there was no denying the heat she was feeling in her crotch when she stared down into Julia’s deep blue eyes as they peered up at her from between her legs – but she also knew that if they didn’t get control of their emotions and the constant arousal she felt from thinking about the Voice that this entire town would be in terrible shape very quickly.
“Not right now, Jules, you know we gotta talk about this thing.” Julia looked away guiltily at that, unable to hide how many times she had masturbated herself into blissful oblivion since they had spoken a few days ago, before nodding in agreement.
They both straightened up on the couch, making sure that they were safely distanced from each other even as they made sure that their panties weren’t exposed to any potential prying eyes. Julia could feel how soaked and swollen her sensitive little labia still were after cumming so many times in the car earlier, and though Emma tried her best not to stare at her friend’s heaving chest or look too closely at her friend’s tightly crossed, shapely thighs, she wasn’t able to keep from noticing how hot her friend was looking at that moment – even in a drab t-shirt and her new-found skirt, which did nothing to hide her long legs.
“Ok, we’re safe,” Emma began in a business-like manner once she’d collected her thoughts, “but I know that what happened yesterday wasn’t some kind of accident – these pregnancies and all of these slutty new girls getting born into the world… You see what I mean, don’t you?”
Julia blushed, nodding quickly and quietly. She had never meant to give in so many times to the pleasure of masturbating to the memory of the Voice – it was just that her body craved the orgasm it could bring her so desperately when she found herself thinking about his cock. Even now, trying not to imagine him fucking her on top of the couch they were seated on, Julia found the heat between her legs growing with every second as she felt how naked her pussy was underneath her flimsy skirt. She tried not to squirm in discomfort, but she knew that if this continued any longer then soon she would be forced to reach back between her legs, under the fold of her skirt, and…
Fortunately Julia was rescued by her friend before she gave into that tempting thought any further. “So, since you’ve been thinking about it so often…”
I wonder why, Julia thought to herself, distractedly imagining herself on all fours with her skirt flipped over her back. She immediately bit her lip and crossed her arms tightly across her chest to prevent her hands from wandering as her face turned red once again, trying to pay attention as Emma continued.
“Since you’ve been thinking about the Voice a lot, obviously,” Emma clarified, “I noticed that women aren’t just getting pregnant now – they’re showing up at the grocery store completely naked too! It looks like there’s another stage of this infection that we’re going to have to be careful with.”
At those words, all thoughts of sex fled from Julia’s mind as she remembered that morning, and how good it had felt to pull over and flash her neighbors while masturbating to the Voice. It hadn’t seemed weird at all at the time, so the new development in the neighborhood was rather surprising. Was this the same condition?
“The girls looked pretty hot, actually,” Emma went on, “although they weren’t doing anything weird in public. At least, not anything worse than I would do on a normal night out at the club anyway. But if it happens to you, then who knows?”
“Who knows indeed,” Julia echoed distantly. A blush suddenly started making its way up her neck and across her cheeks. “Emma, I-“
Her friend just kept talking, though, not hearing Julia’s guilty admission in the act. “Yeah, so some girls were walking around half-naked. Not showing any skin or anything, but still flashing their bras and panties through sheer outfits or whatever. I think I saw one of them bend over a mailbox and pick a letter up with her cleavage…” she said, rolling her eyes.
Julia found herself blushing even harder at that image, and when she glanced down at Emma’s cleavage she found herself momentarily overcome with a very pleasant urge to press her body against the brunette’s so that she could slide the most important letter of all right between her tits and let her friend deliver it herself, using her soft, sensitive bust.
She managed to shake off the pleasant thought at the last second, reminding herself about what a bad idea that would be – as soon as she leaned into Emma, after all, she was sure that her friend would be able to feel that she had completely foregone her underwear as well. It suddenly struck Julia just how easy it would be for Emma to push aside her flimsy excuse and feel up her tingly little slit with the pads of her fingers, pushing her friend further into that wonderfully naughty state of mind and making her feel even hornier than she already was, if she knew that Julia’s pussy was so conveniently accessible to anyone who wanted to use it…
She realized with horror that she was practically writhing in her seat while she imagined Emma taking full advantage of her aroused body, and her blush turned redder yet as she struggled to get control over herself once again. This new condition was starting to seriously affect her.
“Yeah, well…” Emma’s voice cut through Julia’s confused thoughts and pulled her back into the conversation. “Today there are even more girls pregnant. The news is reporting that they were, erm, seduced into being impregnated somehow. They say that everyone needs to stay away from their houses if the windows are open. Even their husbands are getting knocked up.”
That definitely caught Julia’s attention, but she still found that she wasn’t as focused on it as she should be, with her body still tingling pleasantly after her earlier masturbation session. “Ok, so… no one opens their windows then?” she asked awkwardly. Her eyes kept slipping down to watch the hemline of Emma’s skirt flutter above the tops of her thighs every time the brunette leaned forward or uncrossed her legs.
Julia had never taken note of it before, but now that they were both sitting with their skirts rucked up just slightly by the cross of their legs, the athletic blonde was becoming more and more convinced that Emma was going commando under her skirt, as well. Was she really in danger of joining her neighborhood’s harem of knocked-up women too? Did she have no respect for what they had talked about just a few days ago, that they would do whatever it took not to end up like one of those poor sex-zombies?
“You seem distracted again.” Julia quickly looked up, blushing at the accusation, and saw Emma staring at her intently.
“Oh! Um, sorry, I’m still kind of out of it from today…” she trailed off, and suddenly remembered that she hadn’t seen Emma wearing any underwear earlier, either when they were talking about the Voice or the recent news about all the newly pregnant women in their neighborhood. And she was definitely not imagining it: she could clearly see no panty line under the hem of her friend’s tight skirt now that Emma’s legs were uncrossed again, and even if Julia still weren’t certain that Emma had entered her house braless (the slight jiggle of her B-cup tits as she crossed her arms below them betrayed her), the lack of an obvious bra line would be enough to make it obvious that Emma was currently going commando underneath her little number.
And then her best friend, the most no-nonsense girl Julia knew, uncrossed her arms so she could adjust her hair, and there was definitely nothing stopping her unsupported tits from swaying free and loose beneath her top. Emma didn’t seem to mind it, but that just confused Julia even more: what kind of message would such a revealing outfit send?
“Are you listening?”
Julia blushed, suddenly aware that her eyes were trained on her friend’s heaving tits, and she looked away awkwardly.
“Yeah, sorry,” she mumbled.
“The epidemic is getting worse,” Emma stated. “I don’t think the guy who started this mess has just been affecting people when they drive by his house anymore.”
Julia’s head shot up as she stared at her friend in sudden shock.
“He hasn’t come anywhere near me, if that’s what you’re thinking. No, it’s the whole neighborhood,” Emma went on, seeing the look on Julia’s face. “Apparently guys all over town are starting to wear women’s clothing for no reason. Not only that, but everyone is getting really sensitive about how naked they’re actually feeling.”
Julia nodded eagerly as her friend said that last part. For some reason that was exactly how she’d been feeling that afternoon! It didn’t even make sense: as uncomfortable as it should be to wear the skimpy clothes she’d put on that day, Julia instead found herself constantly distracted by the lack of a bra or panties, by how open and available her body was becoming in so many ways. That constant realization kept turning her on, which in turn made it all the easier for her to wear a slutty skirt outside, and the cycle continued…
“And now you too, I take it?” Emma asked, drawing her back into the present conversation. Her stern brunette friend wasn’t wearing a short skirt, though – in fact, now that Julia really looked at Emma’s choice of outfit for the day, it almost looked like she had gone out of her way to dress just like an old-school schoolmarm, with her long-sleeved collared top buttoned all the way up to her neck and a pair of tight, conservative corduroy pants covering her thin legs all the way down to her ankles.
“Yeah,” Julia admitted reluctantly. “Is there something going on with me?”
Emma shook her head. “No, you’re probably just more susceptible to this kind of thing, like when we first heard him and all that stuff later. We’ve got to figure out how this is happening, and how to stop it!”
“Well, I’ll try to figure something out,” Julia offered. She paused, then asked curiously, “What have you found out?”
“Nothing!” Emma admitted in frustration. “But this new development is clearly some kind of infection, isn’t it?”
Julia glanced over at Emma’s skirt, remembering what her friend had said about the women in their neighborhood suddenly starting to wear skirts or dresses after they’d gotten knocked up. Was this the next stage of infection? A woman who was already infected would feel compelled to start wearing less restrictive clothes, so that if she were ever around a man, she would be ready for anything he could possibly do to her…
Julia realized that she was blushing at the thought of having sex right there on the living room floor, but her body was getting incredibly excited at the concept, sending warm pulses of desire straight between her legs as it begged her to make the dream a reality.
Emma noticed the flush and guessed where Julia’s thoughts had gone. “Come on, you said you wouldn’t give in – we made a pact!” she accused her friend. “You promised you weren’t gonna turn into another brainless pregnant bimbo!”
“Oh my god Emma, you have no idea what this feeling is like!” Julia whined desperately. “It feels fucking awesome, it’s insanely hot – every time I feel horny and then think about it, I end up cumming my brains out! Can’t we just have fun with it? It doesn’t really seem so bad if it feels so good…!” Her hands were wandering over her thighs now, teasing and caressing the smooth skin under her skirt, and her voice grew breathy as she continued speaking.
As Julia talked, Emma struggled to keep her composure despite her own raging libido. Seeing her normally level-headed friend acting like such a slutty little whore made something click inside of the prim and proper brunette; watching as her best friend got more and more worked up, Emma quickly felt herself becoming incredibly aroused.
She was able to control it enough that she wasn’t about to start masturbating right then and there, but she could clearly feel a powerful craving beginning to pulse between her legs, a steady beat urging her to give into her lust and allow herself to become just as much of a sexual deviant as Julia apparently now was. It wasn’t fair – why hadn’t Emma been affected this much by the Voice?
Julia continued talking, oblivious to the fact that Emma was rapidly losing focus as well. “And the sexiest thing is that even when I’m doing something normal like driving or walking to my house, all of a sudden this super-hot memory comes back and gets me going! If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s a magical sex spell!”
At those words, Emma was brought back to reality with a jolt. She felt herself blushing furiously at how much she had allowed herself to be distracted, and forced her brain to refocus on the topic at hand as best as she could. Her self-control had already slipped away so easily today, after all; it was crucial that Emma be vigilant, no matter how horny she might become.
Still, thinking back on it, she had to admit that her outfit choice was incredibly curious…
“What on earth have you gotten yourself into, Julia?” Emma asked rhetorically, staring at her friend across the way. “And how did I get dragged into this?!”
As Emma spoke, however, she noticed a new sensation, something warm and tingly pulsing against her thigh through her skirt. Glancing down, Emma saw a faint bulge pressing its way out against her thin skirt as she became suddenly aware of the fact that it had been quite some time since she had last masturbated, and her memories of the Voice were doing nothing to help calm down the sudden pounding of sexual need beginning to throb between her legs. The unexpected distraction left her confused for a moment before she caught herself.
“Don’t think about it!” Emma shouted, glaring accusingly at her friend while simultaneously willing her own horniness to settle down. Julia blushed slightly at being called out so obviously on her own weakness, but Emma didn’t want to let her off the hook so easily.
“Julia, what made you choose a skirt today?” she asked, trying to keep herself focused.
“Oh, um, I guess I was just feeling sexy today, maybe because of the weather… I wanted to show off my curves…” Julia replied slowly, clearly trying to force herself to concentrate on more than her increasing arousal as well.
“Mmhmm.” Emma responded noncommittally, trying not to dwell on exactly which part of her friend’s shapely athletic body was on display as her thin fabric skirt slid dangerously high up her tan thigh. “So you didn’t do it because the idea turned you on, making your naked pussy so very ‘accessible,’ huh?”
Julia blushed heavily and shook her head, clearly not noticing how much time her lips spent wetly parted as she stared at her best friend.
“What about the fact that all you wore to work were short shorts? Hmm?”
“Well I… It’s hot outside, that’s all!”
Emma gave up trying to get an actual conversation going with her now obviously horny friend and just came out with what she was thinking. “I’m sorry, Julia, but I think you might be pregnant by now,” she sighed regretfully.
The two young women sat there for a minute, thinking about their possible pregnancies as each quietly began rubbing herself through her clothes. A few seconds later they glanced up to notice that they had both unconsciously placed their hands directly on the spot between their spread legs where they were most in need of stimulation at that moment. They blushed slightly and removed their hands from their laps before continuing with the discussion.
Julia had already spent a few minutes fantasizing about being impregnated by the Voice during her most recent marathon masturbation session, so although the thought of her possibly knocked-up belly brought with it its own confusing set of feelings, it wasn’t actually something that shocked her at this point. At the same time, although Julia could easily imagine becoming pregnant with the Voice’s baby, she didn’t think there was much chance that she’d been so careless yet. The whole process seemed too unlikely to take place without some sort of contact between a guy and her open, defenseless pussy.
“Emma, I think you’re jumping the gun a bit here – maybe we aren’t knocked up, yeah? Maybe we’re just hornier than usual today, or whatever.”
Emma tried not to become too distracted by the thought that her pussy really was even hornier than usual at that point, especially when she looked at how closely Julia was following the path of her thoughts, and shook her head ruefully.
“Yeah, that’s possible,” Emma admitted reluctantly. “You’re right, I am probably making a mountain out of a molehill. Still though…” she trailed off, lost in the mental image of Julia getting a positive pregnancy test while wearing one of her ridiculously short, sexy skirts. The way her lithe athletic body would look, slowly swelling with life in anticipation of birthing some random guy’s powerful children… Emma blinked furiously, willing herself to get back to reality. “No, it isn’t right!” she said sharply.
Julia could hardly argue with what had happened to those women in their neighborhood, nor could she argue against what she and Emma had experienced after just driving past a man talking casually in his front yard. It was so much easier, however, to pretend that things weren’t so serious, that she was just fantasizing more than usual about a hot guy fucking her fertile body. Julia found herself agreeing with her friend’s assessment without thinking too much about it, hoping that her mind wouldn’t start drifting into erotic daydreams about herself being impregnated if she gave it plenty of other things to focus on instead. “Okay, so what do we do?”
“First thing’s first – if you don’t wear a bra anymore then put a damn shirt on,” Emma said bluntly, and Julia blushed fiercely as her eyes darted down to see that her stiff nipples were tenting through her blouse quite noticeably. “This is exactly what I mean! You can’t think straight unless you’ve got every bit of your body covered.”
It turned out, however, that Julia only needed the excuse of her nudity beneath her skirt to be convinced that she was going to do what Emma said, or at least what her tingly pussy was telling her to do. Her mind filled with images of the Voice’s thick cock filling her wet slit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm even as Emma continued lecturing her, until finally her body’s desperate need for relief overwhelmed her, and Julia reached down with a hand between her thighs to give herself some long-needed pleasure. The movement was clumsy but uninterrupted, since her fingers slipped between her folds so easily.
“Ok, look, if we want to avoid winding up knocked up and blissfully happy like the rest of them then we need to…” Emma’s voice trailed off, and a moment later Julia heard a sharp gasp followed by a moan of pleasure from her friend. Looking up at the source of the noise, she saw that Emma was also furiously frigging herself. Both women quickly became lost in the overwhelming sensations pulsing through their bodies until they reached mutual, simultaneous orgasm, neither bothering to keep her cries of release contained.
“Omigod!” both girls moaned when they finally came back down to reality, blushing and embarrassed as they hurriedly removed their hands from between their thighs. It was the first time Julia had ever heard Emma masturbate – the most she usually heard was the faint buzzing of her vibrator on the other side of the thin shared wall between their bedrooms. Neither girl could bring themselves to meet the other’s gaze, and for several minutes the only sounds were quiet panting as both recovered.
“That’s never happened before,” Julia finally whispered a minute or two later, glancing over at her friend.
Emma simply blushed harder, though this time it was mixed with confusion. “We were… feeling each other up while we were doing it…”
Both women turned an even brighter shade of scarlet and looked away at the implications of those words. They sat silently like that until Emma got up suddenly and moved to the chair opposite of where she had been sitting.
They continued looking at one another nervously, now across the space between the furniture they occupied, still trying to process what had just happened. At length, Emma decided that there wasn’t going to be a better way for them to broach this topic than directly. “Julia, when were you going to tell me that you’ve gotten addicted to wearing skirts?”
“W-what? Addicted?!”
“You wear a different skirt every time I come over – have done since that day!” Emma blurted out defensively.
“Well so do you! Look at you! It’s like, all the sudden you’re wearing mini-skirts and things!”
Both women crossed their legs self-consciously at that, drawing attention to the fact that Julia had yet to put on any underwear after her marathon masturbation session. When they became aware of what they were doing they immediately uncrossed their legs, suddenly feeling even more uncomfortable around each other than when they were openly ogling each other’s pussies.
“Sorry,” Emma finally whispered quietly, blushing furiously, before finally looking up to meet Julia’s gaze, who looked equally embarrassed and confused. “I just – I know this is a weird question, but are you getting knocked up?”
Julia turned redder still at the bluntness of the inquiry, but couldn’t help answering. “N-no, not yet… why? Do you think it has to do with the Voice?”
“Julia, if what I’m wearing wasn’t obvious enough, then listen closely,” Emma said slowly. “I was forced by some magic spell to wear a skirt to work today. It’s so fucking awkward, because all my colleagues could obviously tell I’ve never worn anything like this before, but I couldn’t stop myself from putting it on.”
“But why did you wear a skirt? That doesn’t really seem related,” Julia replied, confused.
“Because every other woman at my office is starting to wear them!” Emma almost shouted. “Every single time I looked at my coworkers I was suddenly struck with the most incredible desire to be wearing a skirt again!”
“Wait, what???” Julia asked incredulously.
“Oh yeah – turns out the effect from hearing the Voice also causes people to start wearing more feminine clothing than they usually would! I’ve seen several of my neighbors around town wearing dresses and skirts that aren’t very practical for everyday activities, and I know there’s no way they normally own those things! Plus,” she added in an aside, “some of them are so clearly going commando as well, especially with the skirts…”
Emma watched her friend blush even harder at that last part. The idea of so many men having easy access to her pussy at any time had obviously been preying on her mind lately, and it was likely that a part of her sexual brain was now permanently conditioned by her memories of the Voice to love being treated like an easily available sexual plaything.
After taking a second to compose herself, Julia responded, “So… what does this mean?”
“Well, it means that if we’re not careful, then we’ll find ourselves falling right back under the control of that magical hypnotic voice of his.”
“That’s true… We should stay away from each other, then – we’ll be much less vulnerable to each other than we would be to any men we meet outside the house. I can’t believe you came over here while your mind is all scrambled!”
“Wait, that makes no sense Julia. Just because there are some other women in this neighborhood starting to dress up a bit doesn’t mean anything except that this place might be infected with some weird magic mojo.”
“No, Emma, you don’t understand. It’s not just some girls getting a bit more feminine and frilly in the wardrobe, it’s literally every girl! At my work and in the neighborhood, everywhere! I’m the only one there who hasn’t suddenly started dressing like this.”
Emma paused for a second. “You mean the kind of clothes I’m wearing now?” she asked tentatively.
“Yeah, Emma! You’ve never worn a skirt before!”
“Oh, is that what these are called?”
“… What do you mean? Haven’t you had a bra on under your shirts for years?? Do you really think that shirt’s long enough to cover…” Julia stopped talking when Emma uncrossed her legs and reached down to the hem of her new skirt to slowly lift it up past her knees, until she had revealed to her friend that she was naked under her new ensemble.
“…Your thighs…,” Julia trailed off in shock as she stared between Emma’s spread legs, transfixed by the smooth expanse of soft inner thigh that her friend’s actions were exposing. When Julia realized exactly how far up her skirt had ridden, however, she immediately snapped back into herself, averting her eyes as she suddenly remembered her own lack of panties. For the first time since her last orgasm, she found that the tingly feeling in her loins wasn’t completely overpowering her ability to think straight; she quickly pulled her skirt down, trying to stop the flood of forbidden imagery suddenly rushing through her brain.
After a few awkward moments spent looking away from each other and gathering their wits, Julia eventually responded in a voice barely above a whisper, “What is going on, Emma?”
Emma didn’t meet Julia’s eyes when she answered. “That’s why I came here today – something big happened at work today. Something bad.”
“You too??” Julia asked, her face lighting up with relief that she wasn’t the only one going through this bizarre transformation. Then she saw Emma shake her head.
“Not about me. I mean, I’m sure what I’m feeling has something to do with the epidemic going on, but everyone at my work is acting really strange now. Everyone who’s gotten pregnant so far has already left the office for a while now, of course, but today our new hire started…” Emma trailed off, suddenly blushing. She continued after a moment with the same even tone. “…Wearing some revealing clothes.”
“Oh! That sounds… nice!” Julia responded enthusiastically. After all, her own clothes had gotten a lot more revealing since she’d been forced to go commando that afternoon. Her tingly little pussy gave a throb just thinking about the feeling of the open air against it, and Julia suddenly felt like an animal in heat, aching desperately for the relief only a good hard pounding could bring.
Julia blushed again at that last thought; it seemed like those kinds of thoughts were becoming easier and easier for her. She quickly tried to return her attention to the conversation at hand, however, before her wandering mind led her too far astray and she had to excuse herself again. The voice of reason told her that talking with Emma would give her a welcome distraction from the overwhelming temptation to give in to her body’s needy urges, but Julia wasn’t completely certain she was right about that; there were a few things about these past few days that were getting pretty difficult for her to resist.
“Yeah, well, you might be changing your mind if you heard what happened during orientation,” Emma continued. “She kept trying to seduce this poor guy who was showing her around the building! He had to ask another coworker to take over for him, because he couldn’t concentrate with her practically bouncing in his lap!”
“That does sound weird,” Julia commented, doing her best to focus on their conversation. For some reason her eyes wouldn’t leave the outline of Emma’s thighs that peeked out between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her skirt. Her cheeks turned even more red, but Julia wasn’t sure why; as good as she knew it would feel to touch her aching pussy at the moment, for some reason Julia also found herself feeling aroused by just thinking about the possibility of touching Emma’s exposed legs. It didn’t make any sense.
“Not just that – I heard that another employee at my work went home today after her boss told her to cover up all the way down to her elbows,” Emma continued. “Her outfit had already been pretty revealing when she first started here, so I know she had to go find something else that she hadn’t worn before.”
“Is that even allowed?” Julia asked, a bit dazed. She noticed that Emma also had a slight flush starting on her neck and face now too. Julia tried desperately to hold back an impulse to lean closer to her friend so that she could check out what was hidden under her skirt.
“Who knows,” Emma said, her voice sounding equally distracted. “She seemed really happy to have done it, though.”
Neither girl paid any attention to how flushed they both were, nor did they notice the way their bodies had begun to subtly respond to each other’s presence – their labia swelling and preparing for attention, their nipples firming against the insides of their clothing, their lips parting ever so slightly at the idea of being touched.
Instead, Emma continued, “I’ve heard there are people in the neighborhood wearing clothes like that more and more often now. No pants at all for women, short skirts for guys… everyone’s starting to look more and more sexy, almost slutty…”
Julia could imagine quite easily how some women might feel compelled to wear only the barest coverings to hide their nakedness from others – hell, after her experience earlier that day she felt as if she had personally discovered a whole new level of sexy, even though she still wasn’t completely comfortable with showing off her most sensitive parts to strangers – and wondered why it seemed so important to Emma.
“Is it really all that weird, though?” Julia asked innocently, thinking back once again to her car ride home earlier that afternoon. Even now she could feel the Voice tickling away between her thighs, demanding sexual relief. She knew better than to give into it at the moment, however, when she had company and there were important matters at hand. Besides, if she tried hard enough, Julia could ignore it for hours. She wasn’t sure why, but the longer she went without cumming to the thought of the Voice’s cock, the more desperate her eventual orgasms were; the feeling of an imminent orgasm was also what made resisting so much harder as well, making Julia even more thankful that Emma had turned up.
“You don’t think it’s strange that people are dressing like a bunch of sluts out of nowhere?”
That didn’t sound right, somehow. “No, I think most people are showing a bit of skin lately, but calling them ‘sluts’ sounds wrong… too harsh,” Julia said honestly. Even from her perspective as someone who wasn’t currently being affected by whatever was going on around them, the term ‘slut’ was a bit strong.
“Right, yes – that does sound weird. What do you think we should call people that suddenly go from dressing conservatively to acting like sex-crazed nymphos?”
“Just slutty, I guess,” Julia conceded with a shrug. Her eyes were now fixed on Emma’s shapely thighs and calves, noting that they were covered in the same smooth, hairless fuzz that her own body was. Noticing how attractive the subtle shading looked against the tanned skin of Emma’s long legs made Julia squirm in her seat, once again acutely aware of the fact that her bare little pussy was easily accessible just under her thin skirt. As the conversation wore on, Julia quickly realized that even sitting down like this she was almost too vulnerable under her flimsy clothing.
“And don’t try to deny it! The guy in front of me at the store practically fucked his own fist when he saw my bare ass, and I heard that all the girls at your gym have started to wear tiny shorts and sports bras everywhere!”
Emma knew how hard it was to avoid the Voice when she was outside, especially after she had driven home earlier that day and stripped out of everything except her short skirt before getting ready for work. Just being inside her car reminded her of the Voice so vividly that she’d almost gotten off twice more without meaning to, her arousal becoming nearly as uncontrollable as her friend’s seemed to be at this point. It took every bit of willpower that she still possessed to focus on not touching herself instead of indulging the urge.
It wouldn’t have been difficult to give in – all it would take was a simple touch, perhaps just a finger between her swollen, pink labia to tease herself into an irresistible orgasm. But she also knew that if she allowed herself to cum now, as tempting as it was to do so, it might mean never being able to concentrate on anything else but pleasure again. Her determination carried her through the day at work, keeping her hands safely away from her aching pussy despite how badly it begged her attention.
So now that she was face-to-face with a very obviously masturbated-to Julia, she was even more certain than ever that their resistance wasn’t going to last long. The fact that the infection was spreading among the men in the area meant that there was likely nothing they could do at this point, so they were simply going to have to fight for themselves.
“Julia, we need to fight this!”
Julia rolled her eyes at the irony. “That’s what I’ve been trying to do, Emma, it’s not exactly easy.”
Her friend glared at her, and then stood up, reaching under her skirt and quickly pulling down her own underwear – the same sensible, beige briefs that Julia had expected – before throwing them behind the chair in obvious disgust.
The sight of her prudish friend’s panties casually tossed aside made Julia squirm in her seat uncomfortably for a moment – the image suddenly caused her imagination to run wild with the thought of Emma being used and knocked up by a group of men while she begged for more between uncontrollable orgasms, her bare butt lifted in the air in easy submission as they took turns ravishing her fertile body. For some reason, even though she knew it wasn’t her own fantasy, Julia felt herself getting more and more turned on as she watched Emma’s face contort in imagined pleasure. The brunette was flushed red once again, a bit more splotchy this time as she panted in obvious arousal.
Emma broke the spell before things got too far out of hand, though, shaking her head and closing her eyes tightly before she spoke again. “Yeah, like I said: we need to talk.”
A few seconds later the two were looking at each other awkwardly again, and despite the seriousness of the situation it was becoming increasingly difficult for them to continue their conversation as long as they were staring directly at the other’s newly bared pussies. It also didn’t help that both girls found that they were quickly losing control over the movements of their thighs and calves, which were beginning to part in obvious invitation without their permission.
“Ok, well, I’ve noticed how these ‘epidemics’ keep on spreading in our neighborhood, and I’m starting to notice a pattern…” Emma began hesitantly, clearly trying to look anywhere other than at the way Julia’s thighs kept insistently parting even though she was obviously trying to clench them shut.
“Uh-huh?” Julia replied absently. She glanced up from her own involuntary lap dance just long enough to catch a quick glimpse of Emma’s bare pink pussy, peeking out seductively from beneath a curtain of tight-pleated fabric. It took all of her willpower to quickly jerk her gaze back up to her friend’s face before she could give in and indulge her body’s insistence on getting a closer look.
The movement, however slight, caused the memory of the Voice suddenly to flash into both girls’ heads, accompanied by an immediate flood of arousal that was difficult for either of them to deny or hide. Suddenly both of their pussies were soaked once again, and their legs spread even wider as their tingly labia made contact with the cool air around them, sending yet another bolt of electric need coursing through their bodies.
“Omigod Emma,” Julia breathed, almost whining, as she struggled not to start masturbating furiously right there in front of her friend. “I didn’t know you were doing this too!”
Emma looked away, ashamed to admit her weakness when confronted with her best friend. “It just… happened to me one day,” she tried to explain. “I kept hearing things about all the women around us who were suddenly knocked up, but I didn’t realize what was happening until it was already too late.”
“It’s not your fault Emma,” Julia tried to assure her. “When I’m in my car during the day I’ve just been masturbating to keep myself happy at work. When I drive through here on the way home though… sometimes it gets really hard to focus on driving after thinking about the Voice all day.”
“Yeah, exactly! This stupid little dress is just part of it too!” Emma explained. “Ever since I heard the Voice every time I leave the house in pants it starts getting so damn itchy that by the time I get back I have to take them off or go crazy.” She blushed, admitting such a sensitive detail to her friend. “And of course whenever I’m wearing pants I end up remembering what happened, and how nice it felt having my pussy vibrated like that. And then I just feel so horny I can hardly stand it.”
“So did you… do anything about it?” Julia asked, a bit cautiously.
“God Julia, of course I did! How am I supposed to concentrate at work all day when my pussy is suddenly so desperate to cum?”
Julia’s body immediately reacted at these words, her nipples stiffening to attention and her labia flooding once again with desire. She couldn’t remember ever being more aroused in her entire life than she was at that moment, hearing her prim-and-proper friend talk about getting off at work.
The conversation abruptly took a turn, though, as Emma quickly began discussing how many women were beginning to wear skirts around town after work instead of changing into comfortable clothing at the end of the day like they usually would, and how that seemed to be happening in conjunction with the number of pregnant women who were becoming part of the neighborhood epidemic.
Before long the two women’s conversation devolved into a spirited discussion of whether or not those coincidences meant that there really was some malevolent force behind the sudden changes to their neighbors’ lives, until a loud thumping noise outside the front door stopped them cold.
Both of them had heard similar noises on their way home from work every day recently – it had become clear that the men of their neighborhood had noticed the new habits of their neighbors – and whenever the noises came up, both of their bodies suddenly went tense and hot with sexual energy. They both knew that if the voice calling from outside the door belonged to a woman, they’d hear about another baby momma in the neighborhood; if it belonged to a man, however, Julia would probably feel herself growing more aroused as the Voice compelled her to let him come in for an extended sexual session.
Neither girl wanted to get knocked up by a magical cock belonging to some guy that neither of them had ever seen, but every time Julia heard one of those baritones echoing through the door she found herself helplessly turned on, her nipples hardening under her clothes and her pussy dripping with need.
She and Emma were so preoccupied with their heated discussion that neither of them realized that Julia was unconsciously rolling her hips against her skirt until Emma glanced down at her friend’s crotch and saw the fabric shifting over her sensitive little slit. Even in the midst of this very serious conversation, even with all of her self-discipline, Julia found it impossible to resist the powerful effects of the Voice after listening to its echoes all day long while driving home from work.
“Oh god Emma, he’s back… what am I going to do?” Julia breathed in response, unable to stop humping her skirt as her entire body burned with desire, and suddenly all thought of discussing whatever weirdness might be happening today stopped as their minds focused on what they’d each done over the last week or two since coming into contact with the Voice.
The first words of the conversation were completely lost to Julia – all she could think about was cumming from the feeling of her own warm, slick juices coating the top of her bare labia below the insubstantial cover of her skirt. She finally heard what Emma was saying when her friend raised her voice in irritation, causing Julia to snap back into reality for a moment.
“-and then there’s the fact that you’re actually getting off in your living room right now! Are you serious??” Emma asked incredulously. “You can barely control yourself at this point, I mean – ohmigod – look at you!”
Julia looked down and realized that her fingers were between her legs again, idly stroking herself through her thin skirt as she listened to Emma talking about how helplessly turned-on she’d become recently. Unbidden, her mind returned to her original thought of how easy it would have been for somebody to fuck her pussy out there on the street if only she’d been without clothes, and immediately her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open as the fantasy overwhelmed her once more, forcing her to fingerfuck her exposed pussy on the couch directly under Emma’s stern gaze.
“Omigod girl, you are totally gone! I’m taking you home with me right now before you really lose it!”
Emma stood up decisively and walked over to where Julia was fingering herself, quickly snapping her friend out of her Voice-induced trance and bringing Julia back to herself for a second time in less than five minutes.
“Ok, you might be right. I guess I just… need some fresh air.”
“Good idea, let’s get going while we still can then! Come on, come on,” Emma insisted, dragging the blonde outside and toward the driveway, only noticing after they arrived next door at her own house that her athletic friend was still walking barefoot through the grass in front of their homes.
“Hey Julia, aren’t your shoes-” Emma began to ask, when she too suddenly realized that there was nothing on her own feet as well. “Nevermind,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
“You didn’t bring any either?”
“Yeah, apparently,” Emma replied sarcastically, and the two girls let themselves into Emma’s house.
Once they were inside and alone together in the privacy of the small house, Julia suddenly found herself very conscious of the fact that the Voice had started to affect her body again over the course of their short walk from the house over next door, as well as the fact that both of them were still completely bottomless under their short skirts. Emma’s presence had successfully distracted Julia during their walk, but now, with the two of them settling down in the same room again, the heat that had been growing between Julia’s legs all day reignited at the sight of her slender friend’s naked thighs, immediately bringing back her horny fantasies.
As hard as she tried to resist, Julia felt her gaze drawn to the smooth contours of Emma’s athletic calves, lingering on the gentle slope of her knees, finally resting on her bare, creamy thighs before coming to an abrupt stop as they disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. She couldn’t see much else, though she thought she could make out the top edge of Emma’s pubis from this angle, right where her pale thighs came together in the vee of her crotch, and Julia was shocked to feel a fresh surge of lustful energy running up from between her legs when she saw this hint of her friend’s private parts.
What was even more shocking, however, was when she found herself wishing that there was nothing standing between her roving eyes and the hidden secrets under the other girl’s skirt – the wish that those few inches of fabric had been removed and tossed aside along with her own panties, leaving her smooth, white hips fully exposed and vulnerable. The urge caught Julia so off guard that she found herself looking around for her panties, hoping to somehow find them balled up and forgotten beside Emma on her way into the living room. There was nothing there, however, and all she did was bring Emma’s attention to the fact that she had no underwear on either.
“Wait,” Emma started, pausing momentarily to swallow what sounded like a gasp of sexual interest. “Um, your panties. Are you still wearing them?”
“No,” Julia admitted, once again surprised by the sudden intensity of her sexual arousal at the realization that she was currently bottomless. It was almost like hearing the Voice again, she thought.
Emma stared back, seemingly transfixed by the knowledge of Julia’s unclothed state. “Where are they?” she asked after a pause.
Julia pointed at the car parked in her driveway, noticing another surge of horniness from between her legs as she did so. Her body was quickly warming to this new development, and all of a sudden it was like an electric tingle surged up from her clitoris, begging her for further stimulation as she realized what she had been inadvertently doing.
Emma followed her friend’s gesture to the window. “That’s just… reckless,” she stammered, obviously conflicted about what she knew she should do here. “Ok, listen: I know you can’t resist it, but you’ve got to stop imagining the Voice!”
Julia’s breath hitched at that name, and her thighs pressed themselves together slightly under the pressure of her mounting desire. There was no mistaking the effects now.
“You need to resist that voice no matter what! What if the guy with it finds you today? I found you here just to talk and even then I ended up getting all turned on!” Emma’s fingers pressed themselves unconsciously between her legs, feeling the warmth radiating from inside her vagina, still so close after hours of being teased into oblivion by the memory of the Voice, always right there at the edge of her awareness. The fact that Julia hadn’t bothered wearing panties that day really wasn’t helping matters, either – if anything, Emma felt more turned on than ever, with both of them in such a suggestive outfit as skirts, practically begging for men to take advantage of their arousal.
Julia noticed her friend’s obvious state of heightened sexual arousal, and bit back the urge to ask her just how good those three fingers must be feeling right about then, pressing between the sensitive, pink folds of her labia and massaging her tingly little clitoris until she squirted another helpless orgasm. Instead, Julia found herself unable to help focusing on the fact that the two of them had both put themselves into this state purely because they couldn’t resist imagining that Voice’s cock sliding against their hot, feminine bodies, fucking their vulnerable minds and wombs into willing submission as they cummed like the desperate little sluts they were deep down inside…
Emma’s cheeks were burning, and it took all of her willpower to force her tingling fingers away from her pussy. There was only one thing to do, and it broke her heart to think about it.
“You’re going to have to leave for a while, until I can make sure that he won’t try to find us, or until someone else takes care of him,” Emma said firmly, struggling to ignore the throbbing, pulsing horniness that seemed to pound through every part of her body. “If he can make us do anything he wants by just saying the words…” The sentence went unfinished and trailed off. It was too shameful to complete.
The same thoughts had crossed Julia’s mind when she first learned that her friend was coming over, but she knew what had happened to the girls now, and why their skirts had suddenly migrated up toward their asses – the thought of a man’s cock sliding in there wasn’t exactly unpleasant, after all, even if you weren’t infected yet – and she was reluctant to leave behind the Voice’s influence. Her fingers slipped unconsciously between her legs as they pressed against the soft fabric of her skirt, caressing her exposed labia underneath. Even though she was only idly teasing herself now, her entire body was flushed with sexual arousal already, and it was everything she could do not to start rolling her hips back and forth at the thought of being knocked up by this stranger, her vulnerable pussy spread wide open in front of him to receive his sperm.
Her breath hitched for a second as Julia bit her lip at this latest fantasy, trying not to succumb to the desire surging through her veins and give in to the overwhelming impulse to strip naked and beg for the Voice to take care of her exposed little pussy. He probably wouldn’t have any problem doing so.
It took Julia a few moments to realize that her friend had been talking to her; the feeling of her fingertips sliding back and forth between her tingly folds was simply too distracting. Emma had clearly seen what she’d been doing, but seemed too lost in her own thoughts to say anything about it, or even react noticeably.
“-until I can figure out a way to reverse everything that’s happened. But first, we need to do something about our panties, so we don’t… you know…”
Julia forced herself to pay attention again. This sounded serious – but her friend was wrong, she knew it. Panties only got in the way; their absence made much more sense than their presence did. They needed to get rid of them for sure. And if there was a man here right now, or one of his friends with nice cocks – maybe a few – well, then it would only be reasonable for them to slide their rock-hard, sperm-laden instruments of pleasure inside her needy body…
Julia blinked hard, looking over at Emma with a flush spreading across her cheeks. It sounded like Emma had come up with a plan to reverse the Voice’s effects, which obviously wasn’t allowed. The blonde needed to act fast while they were still alone!
As soon as Emma turned away, however, Julia’s gaze immediately dropped back down between her own legs. Her thoughts immediately returned to exactly how easy access was for anyone who wanted to slide a cock inside her tingling entrance, and when she looked up again, all thought of distracting Emma from her plans had vanished entirely from her head.
Julia was now consumed with an intense need to spread her legs, and show off her easy access pussy to the first man willing to take advantage of it. All other thoughts of how exposed her wet little hole would be as her thighs parted were completely lost in the burning arousal that suddenly filled her mind, leaving the blonde wondering why on earth she would want to hide such a pretty pussy at all. It belonged to men to see, enjoy, fuck, cum inside – that was its purpose, and it would serve it beautifully, so long as Julia never, ever put panties in its way again…
“Wait, wait,” Emma said aloud, realizing that her thoughts had begun to derail after focusing on just how pretty her bare thighs and shins looked without a skirt to block them. Looking over at Julia, she could see that her friend had once again lost focus as well, and Emma had a bad feeling that they wouldn’t be able to resist the effects of the Voice for much longer.
Forcing herself to ignore the pleasant warmth spreading through her body, she stood up and began pacing back and forth around the living room, talking aloud. “Today while I was driving home from work, I got distracted by my reflection in the car window. I noticed how nice my legs look under this skirt, and when I realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties, well…”
“Well what?” Julia prompted.
Emma sighed impatiently as Julia’s thoughts became distracted yet again at the mention of both skirt-related nudity and panties being unimportant to sexy young women like her and Emma.
“You’re getting too close!” she finally snapped, forcing Julia to look at her. “I can tell that you’ve been thinking about that voice non-stop ever since we last talked – I even passed your car when you pulled over today, ok?” Emma continued, exasperated.
Julia couldn’t stop herself from blushing at that little admission of hers, but tried to deny it anyway. “I’m not – well, maybe, a little bit…”
“No way, Julia! We promised each other that we would stay away from anything having to do with the Voice!” Emma stood up now, her hands on her hips, glaring down at her friend. “And look how far you’ve let it drag you down already! First you take off your panties in public, then you go around wearing nothing underneath these tiny little skirts! Are you seriously gonna sit there and tell me this has nothing to do with him?”
“Ugh, fine, yes, you’re right Emma… I’m sorry,” Julia said, embarrassed at both how she had let her promise get out of hand as well as the fact that she had clearly made it obvious to someone else what an effect the Voice was having on her.
“Wait, hang on,” Julia continued, changing the subject quickly, “are you wearing any panties yourself right now?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, wondering how exactly her friend had known to look for evidence of nakedness.
Emma sighed impatiently. “I didn’t say it had nothing to do with the Voice affecting me too, ok? But it doesn’t matter now – we can’t let ourselves lose control like this anymore! Promise me you’ll wear underwear the next time you go out like this?”
Julia blushed furiously at the thought of going around in public completely naked underneath such an insubstantial layer of clothing, but finally managed to respond: “Yes, I promise.”
The two young women were interrupted at that point by a sudden commotion outside on the street. It sounded like some sort of argument was taking place right outside of Julia’s house, and they immediately ran over to one of the windows to check it out.
There on the sidewalk below them was one of the pregnant girls, talking to some guy who Julia vaguely recognized as their neighbor across the street. They couldn’t hear exactly what was being said through the glass, but she seemed pretty agitated. Julia noticed with a start that the girl didn’t seem to be wearing anything beyond some high heels and a set of black panties with the word ‘PENETRATE’ emblazoned in red across her firm bubble butt; otherwise she was completely naked except for the swollen belly she sported. Her tits were full and ripe, almost seeming ready to burst under the weight of the baby growing in her womb, and her nipples stood tall and erect, straining towards her distended belly button in a display that screamed both fertility and sexual need at the top of her lungs.
Emma looked back up to where Julia was staring from behind the curtains, then immediately looked away, a deep blush spreading across her face. In spite of herself, she found herself unable to resist taking a second peek at the erotic tableau the girl presented.
“I told you, I can’t!” the woman yelled, gesturing at her large baby bump for emphasis. The man was getting closer to her now, moving his hand from her hip up to her exposed left breast as he tried to push his case. The girl leaned into his touch a bit at first, but quickly shook him off.
“You should go,” Emma said, once again catching her friend’s eyes. “Before things get really weird around here. And don’t forget that we still have to be extra careful with those clothes we wear too,” she added.
As Julia nodded numbly, Emma glanced down to where her fingers were absently tracing circles over the skin of her thigh as it slipped out of the slit in her skirt and disappeared between her legs. As if on cue, however, Emma’s head suddenly snapped up and she looked straight into Julia’s eyes again.
“Ok, this is starting to freak me out a bit now. You’re wearing a skirt too?”
The Voice, of course, hadn’t given either of them much of a choice regarding their clothing choices that day. For the past few days it had been quietly pushing women throughout the neighborhood to embrace increasingly erotic styles of dress until almost all of them were now wearing little more than a pair of high heels, if anything, and though she knew she couldn’t possibly resist the insistent pleasure-urges driving her actions, for some reason Emma still wanted to believe that she was maintaining a bit of control over her own body at the same time.
Not wanting to spoil Emma’s illusion or face up to how easily-dominated her own body had been recently, Julia responded simply with another explanation. “Skirts are really comfortable.”
“They’re easy access, that’s what they are,” Emma muttered under her breath, but it was quickly clear that she wasn’t talking about Julia, so the athletic blonde ignored her friend’s strange words and let the conversation continue without interruption. “Anyways, I saw something really weird on my way here.”
“Oh?”
“I can’t tell if it was intentional, but someone had hung a sign up at an intersection that says ‘Fertile Ladies’ in big letters.”
Julia shifted uneasily in her chair. Though she hadn’t noticed such a sign herself, there was something undeniably appealing about the thought of advertising herself as an easy, horny fuck for every hard cock in town. Her bare thighs unconsciously slid themselves apart until their smooth, feminine curves were completely exposed in the space between the two armrests before remembering that her friend was watching and hastily readjusting herself again.
She cleared her throat and tried to keep the conversation focused. “Well, whatever the reason, now we both look pretty damn sexy. Did you notice those new signs today too?”
“Actually, I put up the Fertile Ladies sign that you saw,” Emma said, blushing at her admission, though not from embarrassment. “It was hanging from a post in front of our house this morning when I left for work, but I haven’t gone home yet to see what else they did.”
“You must’ve done a good job then,” Julia replied, biting her lip as the thought of a dozen strange men ogling her firm, fertile ass every time she drove past suddenly came to mind. In truth she had put the sign up after her marathon masturbation session that afternoon had left her with another compulsion, telling her exactly where she needed to go next: back to the Voice, wherever it was. Even now Julia felt a deep ache within her pussy, demanding her attention; she knew that even without being under the spell of the Voice she would be wet with horny sexual need at the thought of herself wearing a sign like that for all to see.
Still, having a few hours to think about what Emma had said helped her resist the temptation to simply leave and give in to her newfound desires. There was some rationality still remaining behind her eyes, enough to help her recognize that she wasn’t thinking clearly under the influence of the Voice. But still, she was very, very tempted.
“We need to get out of this neighborhood, Julia.”
Emma’s sudden change of subject brought Julia back to reality, but it didn’t make what she was saying any less tempting. “It’ll be pretty easy for me to avoid the Voice here since he usually just gets my attention while I’m driving home from work,” Julia said, hoping against hope that she could avoid giving up all the sexual bliss the Voice would provide if she could keep her sanity by staying away from its influence.
“Well I’ve heard it twice already today when I haven’t even gone outside!”
Julia suddenly flushed in jealousy at the thought of someone else sharing her precious memories of the Voice, imagining what their voices must have sounded like next to the baritone thunder that had so overwhelmed her every time she had heard him before. “Where did you hear it?” she asked a bit breathlessly.
“Once at the grocery store this morning, and then again coming home from work just now,” Emma continued, her heart pounding a bit at the memory of both encounters as she recalled how easily she had obeyed the Voice’s words, immediately pulling her clothes off each time.
As quickly as she had been caught up in the memory of the Voice’s presence earlier, however, Emma soon came to her senses. “Oh crap, listen to me – we can’t think about the Voice anymore! Didn’t we promise to stop doing that?”
“Yeah, well, don’t worry, I can definitely control it,” Julia lied through her teeth, not really believing herself.
Emma could see right through the lie; they both knew all too well the sort of effect even the smallest memory of the Voice was capable of having on either of them. “I saw a few women wearing skirts and panties outside when I went out, and when I passed them I noticed that they weren’t looking any different than usual. In fact, they’re probably still standing around out there.”
“Ok, so what’s your point, exactly?” Julia responded impatiently, wanting to get back to the task of jilling off to the memories of the Voice filling her eager, exposed pussy before any more distractions could interfere.
“The Voice is obviously messing with people’s heads again.” She glanced over at her friend, unable to help staring at where she imagined her pussy must be hidden behind the thin layer of her short skirt.
Julia blushed at her friend’s stare but didn’t move her thighs. The way her body heated up at that simple look from Emma, however, quickly reminded her of what was waiting for her in her bedroom if she just left now. Before she could take more than a few steps toward the stairs, though, she was interrupted again by Emma.
“Where are you going? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about, um, you know.” Emma couldn’t put the exact phrase to it, but there was only one thing her mind came to when she thought about Julia wearing such a short skirt, and that image seemed almost to leap out of her mouth as soon as she tried to say something else instead.
“No,” Julia lied awkwardly, trying not to imagine what Emma might be picturing behind her eyes as well, “I’m just… heading upstairs for a second.”
“Wait. You remember our promise?”
“Yeah,” Julia responded, though a bit less certain than before, “no thinking about the Voice or anything related to him.”
Emma took a moment to breathe deeply; she’d had another run-in with the Voice on her drive home from work as well, and like Julia, she had discovered how easy it was to pull up her skirt and expose herself for potential exhibitionist exposure along the way. She could see the look in her friend’s eyes growing distant once again, and quickly interrupted before she got lost in her sexual memories as well. “It’s worse than I thought – much worse,” she added, remembering some of the other outfits she’d seen women wearing as she drove through her neighborhood that afternoon. “Julia, did you hear about the newest girls?”
“The new girls?” Julia replied, coming back from fantasizing about her tingly pussy being exposed and filled with the Voice’s cum so easily that she found herself flushing with arousal all over again at the thought. “What do you mean? Do you think they’ve heard the Voice too?”
“Oh, I’m sure they have,” Emma responded with certainty, noticing her friend’s flush and hoping to use it to get her even more motivated to stay focused. “And based on the way that everyone keeps dressing, I think it’s pretty clear what they want.”
“Omigod, I totally forgot about that! You’re right! But then, what are the new girls for?” Julia asked, a look of confusion now replacing the sexual longing in her eyes.
“I bet anything that they’re pregnant – probably with twins or something.” Emma’s voice had lost some of its strength at this conjecture, and she was clearly uncomfortable with the whole subject of pregnancy, though she continued her speech nonetheless. “The important part is, we don’t want to be like them!”
Julia blushed fiercely at this implication; the fact that those women were somehow connected to the Voice made their purpose in the grand scheme of things obvious, as did how important that role was compared to hers.
The new girls seemed to be popping up every day now, wearing progressively less clothing in public at a time when the weather didn’t really warrant it, and their sexual purpose soon became clear as well. The neighborhood was now dotted with heavily pregnant women who wandered around naked at all hours of the day, and the two girls were horrified at how fast their fellow townspeople adjusted to having nude exhibitionist slaves roaming through their neighborhoods. When these newly minted cumdumpsters began offering themselves to any man who gave them so much as a second glance, Emma and Julia knew they needed to do something before the Voice completely changed their society into one of free-wheeling sexual servitude, before they too succumbed to the Voice and forgot about their entire world.
“You’re right! We don’t!” Julia said forcefully. “If I’m honest, though… I actually feel bad for those women – not just because they’ve lost all their free will, but also because they’re stuck pregnant all day.”
“You’re still feeling your old urges after everything we went through the other day?”
Julia glanced away for a second, then back at her friend, looking very embarrassed. “Well, sorta. Like, I definitely still want my brain to get fucked out by the Voice. It’s so good, Emma! It’s unlike anything else you can imagine…”
Emma tried to push aside the sudden, vivid image that flooded into her mind at Julia’s description. She could tell just from how much Julia enjoyed herself when the Voice hit her that it was incredible – a man so irresistible that even Emma wanted to give in and let him cum inside of her. Still, if she gave in once, what was going to stop her from completely changing into a submissive sex slave who was willing to let some random guy get her pregnant whenever he passed by?
“Anyway,” she said pointedly, bringing their focus back around. “I think we need to do more than just try not to think about it – I think we need to figure out where the Voice is coming from, and find a way to stop it.”
“You mean… go find the guy?” Julia asked, a bit confused.
“Yes, exactly! Go find the guy and stop him before he takes control of everybody in our neighborhood.”
“Ok!” Julia agreed with renewed energy, jumping off the couch and looking ready for action. Her arousal was instantly forgotten at the thought of doing something about it, especially now that she had an excuse for wearing such an arousing outfit. “What should we do?”
“Let’s meet at my house in ten minutes,” Emma suggested. “I’ll try to find some clues while you get ready.”
By the time Julia came knocking again on the door a short time later, Emma was just pulling on a pair of high heels, giving her slim body a few extra inches of height as she adjusted to standing upright without the support of a flat foot.
“Nice shoes,” Julia commented as they left. She herself had opted to put on a pair of running sneakers instead of heels.
Emma smiled as the two girls walked back over to Julia’s house next door, noticing that both of their skirts fluttered around their shapely, athletic legs, which were kept free of undergarments thanks to their shared, unexplainable desire for exhibitionistic bottomlessness. She made sure to lock up behind them this time as they went inside, and after a bit of searching for a spare key, was finally able to unlock the garage and lead her friend in through the other side of the house.
As soon as Emma saw Julia’s car, parked right in front of them, she began to feel flushed with renewed arousal, almost forgetting what she was there to do. Her eyes traveled up the length of the car, taking in each detail hungrily, and a sudden shiver of pleasure went through her when she spotted a small, black piece of fabric lying forgotten on the floorboard of the passenger seat. When she realized it was a pair of Julia’s underwear, her pussy immediately clenched. It made sense that her panties would still be here in her car if Julia had gone home commando… but that meant that she was completely naked beneath her own skirt, and she might as well be outside in a swimsuit for how scant the cover was.
Julia noticed where her friend was looking at and shivered as well, her body quickly responding to the thought of what lay hidden underneath her skirt as well. She suddenly wished they’d been allowed to put on more clothes than just some loose, summertime tops and light, flowy skirts, and she idly wondered why they’d been so compelled to stay dressed in such scanty garb.
It didn’t seem important at the moment though. As long as neither of them tried to take their tops off, there was nothing stopping them from having their conversation about how best to protect their vulnerable little pussies from being taken advantage of by all these horny men that had appeared recently in their neighborhood.
“So you don’t want me to wear anything when I’m driving in the car either?” Emma asked, bringing them back to their original discussion. The two girls had already agreed that skirts would no longer be worn at any point, inside or outside of their respective houses – the only exceptions would be when they were behind a locked door or within a locked vehicle. With a little bit of luck and willpower, they might be able to hold out against the strange affliction spreading throughout their neighborhood until things returned to normal.
“Yeah, that makes sense. Just… be really careful,” Julia responded. Though with how hard the thought of exposing her pussy was making her flush with sexual desire, she wasn’t sure how much she believed her own advice. At that moment her mind wandered to exactly what the men in her neighborhood would do if they ever caught sight of her naked thighs while she walked out to collect the mail. She could picture herself standing completely bottomless in the middle of her yard, unable to do anything to hide her soaked, exposed labia from the watching eyes of every horny man within visual range, as her needy fingers slid down between her legs and began to frig herself to orgasm in front of all her neighbors…
Julia shook herself back to awareness, embarrassed that Emma had noticed her daydreaming, before noticing the faint flush coloring her friend’s face as well. Apparently both girls were struggling to keep themselves under control. “So, what’s the latest?” she asked, trying to shift focus away from herself.
“Have you not seen anyone walking around?” Emma responded incredulously. “Apparently there are now even more pregnant women in the neighborhood than there were a week ago.”
“Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that,” Julia responded, remembering Emma’s recent theory that all the pregnancies happening in the area were somehow linked to the Voice. If she weren’t so distracted by thoughts of getting fucked, she probably wouldn’t have forgotten about such an important revelation so quickly.
“Well, I’ve also got some new information.” Emma looked down, almost bashfully, as she continued. “As it turns out, those two young women who were outside standing next to the man with the Voice when we drove by – they were the ones who got pregnant first.”
Julia was already feeling hot and bothered from listening to Emma talk about how women in their neighborhood were becoming pregnant against their will, but now her cheeks began to flush even brighter as she began to imagine exactly how the process had happened. She could picture it easily; as soon as the Voice had talked his way inside the house, one or both of the young women would have been too horny to deny him access to their bodies. There was nothing they would have been able to do – he just had to say the magic words, and they would have become his obedient sexual pets, ready to be filled with the virile seed of the dominant males that they secretly longed for. It had probably been a quick and easy task for the man in question; Julia imagined the Voice casually asking one of them for sex and them responding with immediate submission, begging to be impregnated by his hard cock right there on the spot.
Her friend’s theory was obviously making her uncomfortable and nervous, though, so instead Julia cleared her throat awkwardly before saying, “Um, that… certainly doesn’t help our situation, does it?”
Emma shook herself back to reality, clearly also affected by the thought of how other women were being knocked up. “Right. Well, I think that the two of us should try to get away from here for a few days, until we can find out why this is all happening. That means neither of us should go to work tomorrow – hell, we can skip town tonight if we want – and once things calm down we can maybe return and figure out what’s going on here.”
Julia nodded, not really paying much attention to what her friend was saying but appreciating the effort nonetheless. It was still impossible for her to forget about the effect the Voice had had on her earlier. The memory kept sending sparks of tingly arousal through her pelvis every time she heard Emma speak, especially since the brunette always ended up getting breathless when she talked about such a serious subject.
“If we get out of town quickly enough we might be able to avoid becoming victims of whatever is causing these pregnancies. What do you think? We don’t have to leave forever, of course, but it’ll only be for a short time – long enough for us to get some more information.”
Her friend’s voice seemed like it was drifting away, now that it wasn’t directly commanding her full attention, and Julia found it increasingly difficult to follow the conversation as her tingly body begged for attention again. Unconsciously, she began rolling her hips against the sofa, trying to keep herself in check as Emma continued to discuss plans for their imminent departure.
Finally, when Julia started to realize how silly this whole idea was, that it made no sense to give up her sexy house and easy access to the Voice just so that she could avoid getting knocked up, she blurted out, “What does it even matter anyway? I think that maybe it isn’t so bad here!”
Emma looked flabbergasted. “It most certainly does matter! Listen – we’re already affected by whatever is going on, we need to nip this in the bud!”
Julia didn’t say anything in response, knowing how irrational she had been acting since she heard about the Voice in the first place, how quickly she had been willing to throw everything away for a pair of hard hands grabbing her waist and a nice cock inside of her needy pussy. Still, she just couldn’t stop her hips from rocking back and forth in need of stimulation anymore than she could stop thinking about what had been happening to her lately, imagining all the things she’d let happen to her without thinking twice.
Emma took another look at the glazed expression on her friend’s face and sighed in exasperation. It was obvious that the virus was getting to her as well, despite her claims to the contrary; Emma wondered how long she would be able to maintain control of her own body and mind as well before she gave herself over completely.
“We’re going to get out of the city tonight. There are plenty of open fields that will provide adequate walking space if we start early enough, and with any luck we should be able to walk a good distance outside of town before we’re caught in whatever field effects this area. At any rate, I think we’ll be able to avoid most of the dangers by leaving before sundown, at least temporarily.”
At this mention of leaving Emma noticed that Julia’s expression instantly changed from one of unfocused arousal to a more serious expression of fear and worry. Before she could change her mind, though, Emma continued laying out her plans as the Voice’s pleasure threatened to overwhelm her mind once again.
“This isn’t permanent, I promise, but if we want to keep our freedom we have to leave immediately.”
Julia sat quietly, trying to come to grips with what her friend was saying, still reeling over how quickly everything was going wrong around her and wondering where she might be able to find some lube to take with her on their walk.
“Ok, ok, you’re right,” Julia eventually stammered out. “How much time do we have to get ready?”
Emma stood up suddenly from her chair, looking relieved that her plan had managed to make it past her friend’s thick skull. “As long as we start within an hour or so, I think we should be fine – we can probably manage a few miles before sunset if we put our minds to it, and at that rate we’ll leave the entire neighborhood behind, hopefully for good.”
“What about the girls who are already pregnant here, though? Won’t they keep, you know, having babies?”
“Well, I don’t exactly want to abandon them, but they’re clearly not listening to us anyway, so I really don’t know how much we could actually accomplish by staying at this point. We’d only risk getting infected ourselves, after all, and then all of this would have been pointless.”
“Ok,” Julia said doubtfully, “if you’re sure we really have to…” She trailed off, distracted by how tightly her skirt was rubbing against her naked lower lips now that she sat cross-legged on her couch. The friction was making her unreasonably aroused even after all of the orgasms she’d already experienced over the last few hours, and her breath began to hitch ever so slightly with the intensity of her desire. It made sense – she was feeling horny almost every other second lately anyway, why wouldn’t that extend to when she wore a skirt? At the moment her entire body was screaming at her to get laid and spread her legs and let some nice stud fill her needy pussy until it overflowed with his fresh cum, but Emma’s unexpected presence put the brakes on her natural urges, so for now her body had settled on squirming subtly back and forth on the couch, trying in vain to increase the friction against her clit without her friend noticing.
The subtle rocking of her pelvis didn’t escape Emma’s notice, however, and she looked up sharply from where her eyes had been glued on the floor while she explained their options to find her friend flushed and breathing heavily.
Julia was immediately aware of her friend’s piercing gaze and abruptly stopped the unconscious movements of her hips, blushing furiously with embarrassment, though it wasn’t the first time Emma had found her masturbating recently. Her friend knew about her problem and didn’t judge, at least, she knew how much control Julia was losing over her sexual urges as soon as the Voice affected her. This situation was different, though – there were no memories of the Voice teasing her at the moment; Julia was just wearing a skirt and it turned her on. Was she becoming a nymphomaniac or something?
Emma took one look at her friend’s embarrassed expression and blushed right along with her. She should have realized how distracting wearing nothing under her skirt would be at this stage of Julia’s infection, but it was too late for that now. It was only making her feel more out of control herself, seeing how obviously horny her friend was at the same time as her, and with a sigh Emma resolved to end her explanation and get down to business, before things got too uncomfortable.
“I’m so glad you came by when you did,” Julia stammered after Emma finished explaining. “I think I’ve actually caught myself doing it more times in the last few days than I remember even masturbating back when I was in high school!”
Emma shifted slightly in her chair, feeling the slickness on her own bare lips suddenly growing under her friend’s direct attention. Even with all that had happened since they’d heard the Voice, she still felt embarrassed to admit to anything sexual, even something as relatively normal as masturbation. There was really no way around it, though, given the nature of the epidemic spreading through their town.
“Anyway, as you can tell, I’m… very aroused,” Julia continued, shifting uncomfortably on the couch in turn. “So I was thinking, um, since we’re both here and probably, you know…” Her voice trailed off.
“What, we’re gonna just… masturbate together or something?” Emma said bluntly, blushing heavily at what her friend seemed to be suggesting.
“Well, yes! We don’t want to give into whatever that is making us feel like this, do we?”
“N-no, I suppose not,” Emma mumbled awkwardly. Even though she knew it wasn’t exactly abnormal for two close female friends to occasionally masturbate together, there was still a certain taboo to it that Emma still struggled with acknowledging, in addition to how horny she already was. Still, it sounded much more satisfying than trying to deal with her out-of-control libido by herself. And besides, as Julia had pointed out, if they really were fighting off something like the epidemic of pregnancies spreading through the area, they would have to stick together and support each other during these difficult times.
Saying it to herself again in her mind, however, didn’t actually make the whole situation seem any less awkward. It was all just so strange and unexpected – one week, girls were going on about their normal lives, getting ready for work in the morning without even thinking twice about dressing themselves properly; and now, somehow, Emma had found herself suddenly compelled to wear nothing but a thin pair of sweatpants from the moment she opened her eyes until the moment she’d slipped the skirt over her head on the drive to work this morning. It wasn’t exactly something you could bring up in everyday conversation; and so, instead, here she was at her friend’s house, preparing to engage in another marathon session of masturbation after what would presumably be an awkward discussion about their recent predicament.
Julia’s cheeks were blushing prettily as she considered how close her body was to being completely naked under her short skirt as well, wondering if Emma was feeling quite as naughty as she was at that moment.
“So… should we get started?” she asked quietly, reaching behind her back and pulling her bra out from underneath her shirt with one hand while the other snuck down between her legs, lifting the hem of her skirt up slightly.
“Ok, sounds good,” Emma responded awkwardly, her own hands rising up to start undoing the buttons of her blouse before pausing uncertainly. “Wait, um, did you have any more information about, uh, the stuff going around in the neighborhood lately?
“Nah, I think you’re probably right anyway,” Julia answered nonchalantly as she removed her bra without taking off her top. Even though she could have left it under her shirt just fine, she was getting really turned on by exposing herself one piece at a time in front of her friend, especially since she’d also caught her trying to do something naughty as well. Now her bra hung open in the air, still attached by one strap, as she brought her arm back around and began rubbing it across her chest, massaging her sensitive bust and causing her nipples to slowly poke out against the fabric.
“Oh, yeah, me too!” Emma quickly followed suit, opening her shirt and letting it hang open around her slim frame as she began pinching her erect nipples as well. As much as both girls tried to pretend that nothing was happening, they could both see the pink blush rising up their necks into their faces at the thought of what they were doing, their bodies responding with aroused enthusiasm.
After a few minutes of teasing her breasts, however, Julia started feeling increasingly silly sitting there topless with nothing else coming off, so she quickly pulled off her skirt and settled back down on the couch with her naked pussy exposed. At the same time, Emma also undressed and sat back down again in her own seat. The two girls blushed as they looked over each other’s naked bodies. Their hands didn’t stop moving; it didn’t occur to them that they could just sit quietly as they were instead of pleasuring themselves while they talked.
“Ok,” Julia finally said awkwardly, forcing herself to speak through the haze of tingly sexual pleasure clouding her mind. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” Her left hand was still between her spread thighs, gently fondling the folds of her bare pussy and stimulating the sensitive little nub of her clit.
“Mmm, the women who got knocked up by the Voice. Well, one woman in particular, actually.”
Julia’s brow furrowed as she tried to think, her fingers picking up speed on her slick folds. “Oh, uh, you mean Tiffany? What happened to her? Did someone find out who got her pregnant?”
“Yes, that’s right. And he’s planning to take advantage of the new trend he’s started, starting with more girls in our neighborhood.”
Suddenly it clicked for Julia – what they were doing right now. Their clothes. Her exposed pussy. Her friend had clearly already figured it out, and was waiting for Julia to come around on her own.
As she listened to Emma’s recount of what had happened, Julia found herself rubbing her clit a bit too fast for comfort, driven into a horny frenzy by her sudden understanding that she and every other woman in their neighborhood could be easily fucked with or without their consent now that skirts and bottomless fashion were the norm. That thought combined with her previous fantasies about the Voice’s cock was rapidly driving Julia wild with erotic need, but she didn’t want to stop until she absolutely had to in order to keep her friend from seeing what she was doing.
Julia came explosively before Emma finished her story, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut at the incredible feeling that ripped through her body, and after a few seconds her mind cleared enough for her to finally hear exactly what her friend was saying.
Emma had been looking closely at Julia during the last minute of her monologue, and when the blonde came, she couldn’t help but stare at her flushed skin and quivering thighs as Julia tried her best to hide what she had done.
“Julia? Did you hear anything I just said?”
“Sorry,” she responded sheepishly, her pussy still pounding with the memory of its orgasm. “Can you repeat it?”
“What happened this morning when you drove through the neighborhood on the way home from work?” Emma repeated. Her tone was insistent but not unsympathetic, clearly recognizing that whatever she had told her friend had affected Julia in some way.
“Um, I remember thinking about the Voice…” she responded, blushing faintly at the realization that she’d been so focused on her memory of the Voice that she hadn’t even realized what she was doing until Emma had distracted her from masturbating in her car.
“You might have stopped there, but did anything happen? Do anything?”
Julia squirmed uncomfortably at the sudden pressure, but then remembered something – the new craving for sexual vulnerability that had suddenly sprung up on the drive back into her neighborhood. Was it possible that…
“Yeah, I uh…” she began awkwardly, looking away to hide her embarrassed blush. “When I got home I suddenly really wanted to, um, take my clothes off? Like all of them.” Her face was burning now with shame as the secret confession rolled off her tongue, but despite her embarrassment, Julia’s pussy still twitched and pounded between her legs.
If she hadn’t known better, Emma would’ve assumed that Julia was just getting turned on talking about what had happened earlier. Her friend didn’t look aroused though – she just looked nervous and conflicted. And yet she also seemed completely unable to sit still. The athletic blonde squirmed constantly in her chair, occasionally adjusting her position in small, seemingly involuntary movements that drew Emma’s eyes toward her barely-clad lower body.
She realized that Julia was right – there was no sign of underwear underneath her skirt, even after everything Julia had admitted. Emma’s stomach sank as she realized that the strange changes afflicting the neighborhood weren’t confined to Julia anymore – the infection was clearly spreading, slowly and perniciously corrupting every woman it touched. Emma remembered how hard she had fought against her desire when she first felt the Voice inside her… but the next time she drove through the neighborhood, she hadn’t fought for so much as a second before giving into it, masturbating furiously to the memory of that magic baritone while driving down the street in broad daylight, fully visible to anyone who happened to be outside or glancing out the window of a passing car. It had been so easy then to remember how the Voice made her feel, but now? She remembered that day vividly, but now that her arousal wasn’t quite so present and urgent, the thought of that Voice made Emma think more about those women knocked up on their knees for a stranger’s cock, rather than the immediate, almost uncontrollable sexual reaction she used to get whenever she remembered the Voice.
It occurred to Emma at that moment that she might be the only woman left in this neighborhood able to fight off the infection that her neighbor’s Voice had brought with him. The prospect was intimidating, however, and her eyes drifted back over toward Julia’s constantly squirming form as the tingly arousal of the Voice’s memories flooded back into her pussy without warning. She tried to banish the thoughts from her mind, remembering the pregnant women walking through the neighborhood streets, blissfully happy to fulfill whatever their neighbors needed of them – even if what they needed was to impregnate the woman as thoroughly as possible.
Emma realized that she needed to stay strong for both Julia and herself – she couldn’t give in. When the two had first discussed these feelings weeks ago, they hadn’t really talked about what would happen if neither of them were able to control themselves; they’d simply assumed that they would resist. In Emma’s imagination, she saw herself staying strong despite everything, even when the other women in the neighborhood went mad for lust. With enough determination, maybe she could help the other women break free from this infection! But then Julia began slowly slinking forward, a sultry look on her face, and suddenly Emma’s self-image had nothing but the image of that perfect little ass framed in a tiny skirt, her body begging to be taken…
With the new knowledge of exactly how susceptible she really was, and exactly how dangerous it was for Emma to let herself give in to these desires that had been haunting her lately, her willpower snapped, and she was once again fantasizing about the Voice and his cock as he took full advantage of her needy, virginal pussy… and her sexy, easily-accessible neighbor…
“Julia,” Emma breathed out.
“Yes?” her friend replied, practically falling off the couch as she shuffled a bit closer, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs more seductively.
“Would you ever wear something like this…” Emma’s hands wandered up under her skirt to caress her own smooth thighs, “…out in public?”
Julia blushed and shifted uncomfortably. “Emma, this isn’t really an appropriate conversation for us to be having together…”
“…if a man were to ask you to, of course,” Emma finished with a roll of her eyes, ignoring Julia’s sudden shyness.
“Oh, right. Well, I guess I can kinda see where that would come from,” she said thoughtfully. Her hands had subconsciously found their way between her thighs, lightly stroking and petting at the soft skin there through the fabric of her skirt.
Emma gave a knowing smile that set Julia blushing again. “I noticed that you didn’t deny it, though.”
“Why did you wear a skirt?” Julia asked pointedly, desperate to change the subject away from herself.
“You wouldn’t understand why… It’s kind of weird, actually. When I drove home from work, it felt like I’d suddenly forgotten to put anything on under my skirt, even though I know I had when I left earlier that morning.” She paused for a moment, then added, “Also, my ass is incredibly sensitive, so walking with only thin layers of fabric covering me kinda got me, uh, pretty wet.”
That sounded awfully familiar to Julia. “Yeah, me too!” she replied enthusiastically, grateful for something to relate to. “I could totally relate to your predicament.” Then, feeling a bit less self-conscious, she continued with, “Well, maybe not ‘totally’, considering how nice and thick yours must feel compared to mine. But it definitely got me wet thinking about the way it would look to walk around with nothing between me and the open air.”
This casual comment had a much greater effect than either of them could have realized at the time, as they both quickly became lost in contemplating exactly what it would be like for a man to lift their skirts, bend them over, and take them bareback, just as nature intended.
“Do you think a guy would notice, if I were to go without panties today?” Emma finally asked, blushing furiously at the thought. Her pussy tingled at the idea that the next time she had to stand up it might catch the full force of a man’s attention; her mind raced through the many times during the course of any day when that might happen, from standing up to use the bathroom, to picking up the phone, to bending over to pick something off the floor…
“Of course! What kind of a guy would he be if he couldn’t pick up on such a clear invitation?” Julia asked rhetorically, smiling slyly as she imagined herself lifting her short skirt just enough to tease an interested bystander with a brief glimpse of her own exposed pussy, which tingled even more than Emma’s at this moment. It didn’t take a stretch of the imagination for either woman to imagine their bodies being instantly overwhelmed with carnal, uninhibited sexual desire as their fertile pussies became available to every passing man to take advantage of, should they only be given the opportunity.
Emma suddenly noticed that she was gently caressing her right breast with one hand, slowly becoming aroused under her friend’s knowing gaze. In fact, both of them now found themselves in a bit of a lust-filled daze, and it wasn’t long before each girl was softly kneading her own small breast, lost in the feel of their sensitive nipples rolling around under the pads of their fingers, wishing that someone else could touch them like this and give them some relief from the persistent desire burning away inside their overheated bodies.
As Emma continued massaging herself and staring blankly at the wall, her body began acting without conscious thought. Her thighs parted slightly in silent invitation to any male who might want to take advantage of her. At the same time, her free hand made its way to the edge of her skirt and began slowly drawing it up her smooth thigh until the gentle folds of skin between her legs came into view.
“Uhm, oh… ok…” Emma stammered, suddenly snapping back to full awareness. Quickly glancing across the room, she saw that Julia had taken almost exactly the same actions that she had been caught performing a few seconds ago. Her own hand was slowly retreating away from her crotch as her friend stared awkwardly back at her. “I’m not sure if I meant to do that,” Emma continued, blushing furiously as she struggled to come up with an explanation for her spontaneous, instinctive self-exposure.
Julia was also extremely embarrassed, but she quickly managed to compose herself better than Emma did. She’d already spent quite some time coming to terms with just how horny she constantly felt, after all, and how hard it was for her to stay focused on anything except having fun whenever she thought about the Voice and her memories of the pleasant vibration it gave her pussy. If that kind of fun meant that she was becoming more open to being used sexually by men in the area, then it probably didn’t really matter at this point.
Julia finally shrugged, trying to look nonchalant even as her pussy clenched around itself at the thought of spreading her thighs wide open again and offering it up to any man who happened to enter the room. “I kinda feel that way too sometimes. You know, like when you’re out and your skirt rides up a bit, or something. And for some reason, there’s not really anything you can do about it. The thought is almost more exciting than the actual feeling, don’t you think?”
Emma took a long time to answer; her face was bright red now, and it seemed she was having trouble looking directly at Julia. Finally, she managed a response. “…Maybe,” she mumbled, shifting uneasily in her seat.
The awkward moment passed. Julia asked what was new with Emma, and the two girls caught up for a while. They still talked every day, but they hadn’t been able to find a way to comfortably hang out together in the last few weeks.
After about a half hour, however, Julia began to get impatient, knowing full well that she had several unfinished masturbation sessions that she could be having if it weren’t for Emma’s impromptu visit. That feeling grew stronger over the next ten minutes or so until Julia eventually stood up, trying desperately to maintain her composure as the effects of the Voice continued to pulse between her thighs. “Well, I hate to say it, but I’ve got to go finish getting ready for work.”
As soon as she heard that word, Emma sat bolt upright. “Oh! God, right, sorry,” she said quickly. “I wanted to ask you if we could meet up this weekend? I’ve got some big news, and I need your help.”
Julia smiled, relieved at how easily Emma had found another reason to stay a while longer. “That sounds great. Let’s plan on meeting at that coffeeshop near our jobs then?”
They agreed to meet up at ten o’clock Saturday morning. Before Emma left, however, Julia called out after her. “By the way – you did look really sexy in that skirt!”
Emma turned to face Julia before she stepped out of the living room, clearly taken by surprise as she felt her pale skin suddenly flush. “Thanks,” she said awkwardly, and went home.
Both girls slept late on Saturday morning. They also woke up with an annoying headache and sore throats. And their pussies were incredibly sensitive. When she finally opened her eyes at nine-thirty, Emma groaned as she felt the pleasant thrum of her sexual arousal pulsing its way through her swollen labia once again. At least her brain felt clearer than it had all week, though – despite whatever the cause, the absence of the Voice meant that both girls could at last think properly again.
As it turned out, that might have been only a temporary victory. A few minutes later there came another knock at Julia’s front door, and Emma let herself in once again as she called out to Julia. “You’re probably going to want to come in here. Your neighbors are acting strangely, and it doesn’t look good.”
Julia rushed into the living room, pulling a light hoodie on over her top to hide her perky breasts from view as she took stock of the situation outside. What she saw shocked her.
The man and the two women they had driven past on the day of the Voice were now in a full-on threesome, right there in front of everyone on her neighbor’s lawn. It didn’t take long for them to cum either – within a minute or two they were all groaning and rubbing against each other as if they hadn’t orgasmed in weeks.
That didn’t end things there, though, as once their mutual orgasm passed, the three strangers got right back to the business at hand, continuing to thrust against each other in full view of anyone who happened to be watching.
“Wow…” Julia breathed, unable to look away from what appeared to be the most enthusiastic and open-ended casual sex she had ever seen, including what she imagined must happen at swingers’ clubs.
“Uh huh. It’s crazy. You’re going to want to keep those clothes on,” Emma said nonchalantly, breaking through Julia’s reverie as her eyes widened in shock.
“Emma, are you saying-“
“I started feeling really horny just walking here from my house, yes, and this is the third pair of people I’ve seen having sex already.”
Julia had only taken note of the two figures currently enjoying each other’s bodies out front, but now that it was mentioned she noticed what must be their three friends relaxing inside the open garage. “Wait, so you mean that there are even more than what we could see outside?”
“Oh yeah, everyone’s doing it right now, even our neighbors who didn’t seem interested in swinging. I don’t think they’re interested in much of anything except for getting fucked by big cocks at this point.”
The women in question were Julia’s neighbors, though Emma had always found them a little stuffy and prim, so this was somewhat out of character for them.
“You must be kidding… oh my god!” The implications were just starting to hit Julia. If she had been exposed to some sort of sexual virus that could transform people’s personalities – hell, she had almost gotten out of her car naked today because of it! – then that meant she had definitely already caught it, too. That didn’t sound very good at all… “Does that mean that I-“
“Oh yeah, I’m pretty sure that means you have it too, or at least enough of it to turn into a complete sex zombie when you’re in our neighborhood. So here’s the plan: we both quit our jobs, and then we move somewhere else. Anywhere else.”
Julia felt her head spinning a little. “Wait, we’re really doing this? You’re okay with leaving?”
“I don’t exactly have much choice, do I?” Emma said exasperatedly. “Do you really want to turn into some dumb airhead who walks around town begging random men to give you a baby?”
The words cut a little deeper than Emma intended, and Julia recoiled slightly, looking hurt.
Emma’s tone softened, seeing this. “I’m sorry, Julia – you know I don’t think it’s your fault that all this is happening. I just meant that you’ll be a lot happier if we can go somewhere else, where nothing bad will happen to us.”
Julia still looked slightly put off, but she didn’t say anything further, instead staring off into the distance thoughtfully. It was true that her entire neighborhood seemed to have changed over the last few days, almost overnight. Her previously straight-laced neighbors were now wandering outside in various states of dress and undress, clearly no longer worried about anyone watching them since their bodies were no longer their own, while others had seemingly abandoned even the pretense of keeping up a household for the sake of getting more dick, spending nearly all of their time with strangers or by themselves masturbating with a dildo.
Of course, the biggest changes that Julia had noticed was what had happened to the pregnant women who now peppered her neighborhood. There were two or three pregnant women on every block, and even though they should have been in various stages of pregnancy they somehow all looked like they were 8 months along. They were constantly walking around town in skimpy, easy-access lingerie that did absolutely nothing to hide their large, swollen bellies, and most of them didn’t even try to cover up the dildos that they were happily sucking and fucking themselves with while they went about their business. As weird as all this might be for Julia, she found it incredibly hot, too, and she found herself blushing as she imagined what she would look like if she were wearing a similar outfit and carrying a child to term for some guy with a big cock and sexy voice.
“Oh jeez Emma, you’re right, I haven’t really been doing much thinking lately, but I bet we could get away before it gets out of hand around here.”
Emma gave her friend a relieved smile – it was good to know that Julia had come to her senses, before it was too late.
“Great! That means that I can put my plan into action without having to worry so much about how you’re doing here, anyway.”
“Wait, what plan?”
Emma blushed slightly. “Um, well… you know how our neighborhood is starting to become pretty overrun by pregnant women?”
Julia nodded, blushing along with her friend now.
“Well, um, I’ve kind of been thinking…” Emma trailed off again, biting her lip awkwardly.
“You know that most of these girls are doing it voluntarily, right?” Julia offered, remembering some of the things she’d been fantasizing about before Emma showed up.
“Yeah,” Emma sighed, “but I’m not talking about sex yet.”
Julia raised a curious eyebrow at her friend. “Wait, why is there even sex happening then? I mean, aren’t they supposed to be knocked up by this point?”
Emma frowned slightly as her mind started drifting into dangerous territory. “Actually, it’s mostly oral stuff so far,” she explained, blushing furiously at the admission of what she’d learned from her neighbors.
She had first noticed the change that morning on her way to work. Driving through the neighborhood like always, Emma passed the group of women she’d seen standing around a mailbox when she and Julia had heard the Voice over a week ago. She knew from her talks with Julia that they were one of several groups of infected women she could expect to see on her regular commute through the area, and though most of them simply seemed to be milling about and conversing, one woman in particular stood out from the crowd.
Dressed in lingerie with easy access panties and a bra cut off to show off her big boobs, she was sitting on the curb near the end of the street, moaning blissfully and rolling her head back and forth with closed eyes. A man whom Emma recognized as one of their neighbors was walking around her in a circle, talking casually as he gestured to her body here and there. His speech sounded almost musical in rhythm, and as much as she wanted to ignore what was going on, Emma was helplessly drawn to listening in, her skin growing flushed as the Voice worked its seductive magic on her.
She pulled over a bit and tried to force herself to pay attention to the road, but the words the guy was saying kept drawing her attention back. It took her a minute to realize that he was describing all sorts of sexual fantasies involving the woman sitting next to him; even more strangely, it suddenly seemed obvious to Emma that every word out of his mouth perfectly described what would feel the best in each situation, how exactly everything should fit together. She was utterly entranced by his suggestions and found herself imagining every single one of them as if she were actually experiencing it personally: sucking her own tits, rubbing her clit in public, eating ass… everything. Her pussy felt amazingly warm and tingly, and Emma knew she could listen to this wonderful Voice forever, even while he was talking dirty about an older married mother’s ass or a high school teacher getting buttfucked.
As Emma continued to overhear him describing how easy it was for someone like her to slip into the pleasure of sex and submission, the Voice grew even more musical, hypnotic. She slowly sank into a deepening daze of purest sexual need, unable to concentrate on anything else in the world anymore, no matter how important. By the time the Voice ended his little monologue, however, Emma had finally begun to return to her senses enough to remember what she had been listening to, and shook her head rapidly, desperately trying to regain her composure as she finally drove away from the spectacle at the curb.
Emma shivered as she looked back over at Julia, realizing how easily it could have been her out on that curb being stripped and made ready for whatever her new owners had in mind for her. As far as she’d heard, every girl so far hadn’t gone through much resistance or struggle before giving up and happily letting men fuck them silly; even she wasn’t sure she could resist if the Voice ever started singing his song directly to her again. The first time it happened, when she had briefly heard him a few days ago, she had barely been able to escape with her life – and certainly not her innocence or virginity – intact.
“Ok, what gives, then?” Julia asked. “I mean, I thought we weren’t going to wear skirts anymore, or… um… go without panties, or anything. How did you know anyway?”
Emma uncrossed her legs and hiked her skirt up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of her hairless vagina. “It’s part of what I came here to talk to you about. I had a really hard time deciding what to wear this morning. My normal clothes are just too constricting, so I decided to try on a few things, and now all I have is this skirt that I feel almost naked in!”
Julia couldn’t stop staring at Emma’s bald, shaved labia, feeling the same irresistible urge to remove her own skirt now that another woman had just revealed herself in such a way to her.
Emma noticed, but pretended she didn’t, even as her tingly body responded to the open admiring stare by increasing the pressure between her legs until a bit of aroused liquid oozed out to moisten her outer folds.
“Anyway,” Emma continued, dropping the hem of her skirt back down over her knees, “I found out earlier why our neighbors are starting to look… different. Apparently their bodies are responding to the Voice much the way ours did when we first heard it.”
Julia could guess what this meant for the rest of the story, but stayed silent, looking expectantly at her friend.
“The pregnant women? They’re turning into complete nymphomaniacs.”