After the Comet

Part 1: The Biker Chick’s Changes

By Philo Hunter

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The events and relationships portrayed in this publication are for the purpose of erotic fantasy only and are not meant to encourage illegal or immoral behavior.

This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and events are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental or used as parody.

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Part 1: The Biker Chick’s Changes

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Part 1: The Biker Chick’s Changes

Corey was driving his Prius out into the middle of Nowhere, U.SA. More specifically he was deep in a American Southwestern dessert, heading out to go camping for the long holiday weekend. The region was a popular tourist destination, but most people stayed close to the nearby resort town of Bedford Springs. Corey, a self described “hippie”, had driven right through Bedford Springs and the string of state camp grounds that surrounded it and continued out into the deep desert.

It had taken him nearly half his three day weekend to drive out to the desert and would take almost that much time to get back to his university before classes started on Tuesday. He’d have just one night to “commune with nature”. But as Corey would soon find out, that one night was going to be an incredibly important night. It was a night when the world he, and every other human being, knew would come to an end and a new one would be born.

* * *

The tranquility of the Tibetan chants Corey was listening to in his car was disturbed only once as he drove out into the desert. When the distant rumbling had begun he had first thought something had been wrong with his car, but moments later a dust cloud appeared on the horizon before him, barely visible as the sun began to set.

As he drove towards the cloud it also moved towards him. Before long black reflective objects began to appear within it, revealing a number of vehicles speeding towards him. The rumbling sound grew louder as the cloud approached and before long a horde of bikers came into view. Corey didn’t know too much about motorcycles, he just knew they were loud and bad for the environment. And these bikes seemed to be particularly loud, their riders adding to the audible assault on his ears by whooping and hollering as they drew through the normally quiet desert.

The bikers swarmed past him, like a flock of locusts. He tried to keep count but after the fortieth biker, with no sign of the crowd in front of his car diminishing, he stopped trying. He had to slow his car way down, as the bikers were taking up both lanes of the small road. They flowed around his little car, shouting and jeering at him. He could see that some were drinking beers as they rode by, tossing the empty cans onto the road once they were empty. The sight of the disrespectful men littering bothered him far more than the obscene sound of their shouts.

Most of the bikers rode solo, but a few had women sitting behind the drivers. One couple would stand out amongst all the rest in Corey's mind that night. The male driver had been a burly old man, with gray hair and a long beard that blew in the wind. He was bulky, but it was unclear whether it was fat or muscle. His leather jacket was covered in patches and chains and he had flipped Corey off as they drove past.

The women sitting behind the man was as young and hot as the driver was old and burly. She appeared to be barely in her mid twenties and looked almost comically out of place amongst the older bikers, although her too tight t-shirt and small leather jacket helped her fit in a bit. Her long brown hair flapped in the wind behind her, giving her an almost angelic grace that her manners didn’t show. She had the looks of an almost too perfect, airbrushed model. As her man flipped Corey the bird she had straightened her legs and stood tall atop the back of the bike. As the couple passed Corey’s car she had lifted her shirt up, flashing her small, perfectly round and firm breasts at him.

Corey had wanted to look away. He knew that’s what he was supposed to do. The woman was being crude, acting like a savage human beast. She wasn’t exposing herself because she was proud of her body or confident and unashamed of her own sexuality. No, she was exposing herself to shock him, doing it because she bought into all of the sexist, misogynistic, machismo bullshit of the American biker culture.

That’s what he had learned at school, and in that moment Corey believed every bit of it. But deep down his male libido told him other things, and that part of him hadn’t let him look away from her breasts. As his eyes had remained glued on her perfect fleshy orbs he was filled with guilt, guilt that doubled as he felt himself growing hard with arousal.

He started to make excuses for why he wasn’t looking away. He told himself he was just observing another culture, that maybe he’d use those observations to write a paper once he was back at school. For the most part he believed the lies he told himself, but his stiff dick knew differently.

Deep down, however, he knew he was full of shit. Deep down he knew he was a piece of shit horn-dog that thought about fucking women nearly every minute of the day. In his gut he had always known he wasn’t REALLY a feminist, that he just parroted what the pretty girls at his university said so he could get into their pants. Deep down he knew he was staring at her tits so they would be clear in his mind that night while he jerked off to their memory.

His attention was returned to the road when a biker honked his horn and slammed a hand down on the hood of his car. “Watch the fucking road, asshole!” the man screamed as he drove by, barely swerving out of Corey’s way.

After that he paid a lot better attention to the road and the swarm of bikers surrounding him, especially since sunset was quickly turning into night. Eventually the herd thinned and then they were gone, simply a cloud of dust that grew ever smaller in his rear view mirror then finally disappeared over the horizon and into the blackness of the new night.

He drove a few more miles then found a good spot to pull off the road. After that he grabbed his pack and hiked out a short distance into the desert, just far enough to be out of sight of the road, but close enough to easily find his way back in the morning. He made quick work setting up his small tent and rolling out his sleeping bag, then sat and ate dinner while looking up at the star filled sky.

He had just been thinking about calling it a night and crawling into his tent when he saw a shooting star appear near the horizon. He quickly stood up to get a better sight of it before it disappeared. He had expected it to quickly burn out, disappearing as fast as it had appeared, but the shooting star shocked him. As it shot across the sky it grew brighter, it’s color a deep orange-red in hue, lighting up the night sky like a temporary second sun. He had to lift his hand and cover his eyes as it rocketed over his head.

Then, as fast as it had appeared, it disappeared over the opposite horizon. It had been so bright that it took his eyes sometime to readjust to the dark of the night, and because of that he was uncertain if the object had finally burnt out, or simply continued its journey across the sky.

A moment later he felt the magic of what he had seen overcome him. The world started to spin and he was so awed by the power of Mother Nature that he had a hard time remaining up on his legs. So moved was he that the entire world seemed to turn reddish-orange. He stumbled into his tent, feeling the need to lay down overcome him. He took his shoes off, quickly getting into his sleeping bag and hoping that would make the world stop spinning.

Lying down helped, but as he tried to get comfortable he thought he was still feeling the effects of the magical aerial display flowing over his body. His heart was racing and he found himself shifting uncomfortably from side to side, his head still spinning slightly. A moment later he realized part of his discomfort came from the fact that he had the most intense, painfully hard erection of his life. And as soon as he noticed how hard his dick was his hips began to gyrate.

“Fuck, I’m horny!” he blurted out dumbly, speaking to no one in particular. He shrugged his shoulders and unzipped his pants. Closing his eyes and spitting into one of his hands he started to touch himself, his mind filled with the memory of the young biker chick flashing him.

He lay in his tent fantasizing about how hot the filthy, dirty sex with a woman like that would be. In the privacy of his mind he explored the fantasies he had about being a man that took charge, about having a women that would do exactly what he said when he said it. He jerked off while he thought about fucking her exactly the way he wanted, and not worrying about whether she got off first or even if she got off at all! In his mind she was such a dirty fucking slut that she’d get off simply by being used by him. His sexual masturbatory fantasies were the exact opposite of the female centered sex he had with the crunchy granola chicks back on campus and even though he had the fantasies all the time he would NEVER dare act them out in reality.

When he came the orgasm hit him harder than he ever remembered one hitting him. His whole body tightened as his balls bounced and what felt like the biggest load of cum that had ever felt exploded out into his waiting hand. It filled up the enclosed space in his hand until he felt his semen squelch wetly out through his fingers.

Sitting up and cursing he quickly pulled his handout of the sleeping bag and, with his other hand, quickly pulled a handkerchief out of his pants pocket. He moved to catch the string of cum that was dripping from between his fingers before it landed on his sleeping bag. “Ugh…” he groaned, feeling a confusing mixture of revulsion and arousal at how much semen had come out of him.

He did his best to wipe his hand clean then tossed the soiled piece of cloth into the corner, deciding he’d deal with it in the morning. Now that he had gotten off he felt incredibly sleepy and was having to fight to keep his eyes open. He reached down into his sleeping bag and zipped his pants back up, mildly annoyed to discover he was still hard. If he hadn’t been so tired he might have even masturbated again, as he still felt horny, but by the time he had his pants buttoned he had passed out.

* * *

He woke up the next morning to the feel of the midday sun beating down hotly on his small tent. Blearily he started to sit up, vaguely aware of painful morning wood. He crawled out of his sleeping bag and unzipped his tent, looking out to confirm that it was already midday.

“Fuck!” he swore, scrambling quickly out of his tent. He had needed to get back on the road by ten o’clock, and here he had slept through half the fucking day! He broke down his tent and packed his gear up as fast as he could, cursing repeatedly as he did. He’d either have to speed most of the way back to get home in time for class, or else drive through the night and forgo sleep altogether.

With that on his mind he was incredibly grumpy and short tempered. And for the first little bit it seemed the world was trying to make his mood worse. The tent was covered in a thick layer of reddish-brown dust or sand of some kind that seemed to cling to its surface. He had to shake it roughly just to get most of it off. By the time he had packed all of his stuff up his bladder was demanding his attention. Upon going to unzip his pants to relieve himself he discovered that his annoying morning wood had yet to go away. Cursing his dick he simply decided to force his body to pee while his cock was erect.

He unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers to pull his hard dick out. For a few moments he struggled, confused by how hard of a time he was having getting his dick through the hole in the front of his boxers. Finally he huffed in annoyance and simply pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees in one quick movement.

Looking down as his erect cock popped into view he gasped in surprise. Like most men, Corey knew his dick better then the back side of either of his hands. And looking down at the hard, long phallus standing erect below him he was filled with shock and confusion. He had never had a particularly impressive dick, neither long nor fat. But the sexual organ he was staring out was both shockingly long and thick. It wasn’t his cock, but rather that of a world famous porn star. No, not even that was good enough. It was the exaggerated thick shaft of a filthy hentai comic, almost certainly too big to exist in the real world.

Once the shock started to wear off he wrapped his hands around his shaft, causing the shock to return. Yesterday his shaft was barely long enough for him to grasp with a single hand, now he could hold his shaft with both hands and have plenty of room between them. And the girth, holy shit the girth! He had to squeeze the firm yet malleable cock-flesh just to get his fingers to touch as they wrapped around the circumference of his shaft.

For a long while he stood holding his monster cock, marveling down at it. Then he remembered that he needed to get moving. Swearing again he forced himself to piss through his erection, then pulled his pants back up around his enlarged cock.

As he rushed back to his car his mind was a jumble of questions. What had happened to him? Was he going crazy? Had one of his friends slipped some drugs into the meal he had brought as a joke? Was the enlarged cock just a hallucination or was what his senses telling him true? If so how could it be that his cock had grown like that? And more importantly, would it STAY that big?

His thoughts were interrupted once he reached his car. The vehicle was covered in the same layer of thick dust that his tent had been covered in. He was confused again, almost certain he couldn’t have slept through a dust storm. He took a quick look at his surroundings and saw that the layer of dust was on EVERYTHING. The road, the nearby cactus', everything.

Memories of a cheap horror movie from the 80’s he had seen as a kid jumped into his mind. He couldn’t remember the title but remembered how it had scared a much younger version of himself. In the movie a comet had killed the majority of Earth’s population, and turned most of the remaining survivors into flesh eating zombies.

Looking up at the sky he saw that although there were no clouds in sight the sky had a reddish-brown hue to it, just like in that half remembered movie. For a moment his heart turned to ice. What if the meteor he had seen the night before had caused something similar? What if he was the last man on Earth? Then the moment passed and he began to laugh at himself. “No,” he mumbled, “there must have just been a dust storm, and the sky is still full of dust particles.”

He put his pack into the back of his car then jumped into the driver’s seat. As soon as the car was on her turned on the window washers and cleared away the reddish-brown dust covering his front and rear windows. A minute later he was on the road and heading home, momentarily forgetting all about the meteor he had seen the night before.

* * *

At first he thought nothing of the fact that he didn’t pass a single vehicle on his way back towards Bedford Springs. He was out in the middle of nowhere, after all, and the previous day the only other drivers he had seen this far out had been the bikers.

Then he began to see the bikers, or at least their motorcycles. One after another Corey began to pass the vehicles laying on their sides, some abandoned on the roadside and others simply lying in the middle of the street. He had to swerve to avoid a few before he slowed his car down and advanced more slowly. He rolled his window down to get a better look. There seemed to be no sign of any of the abandoned vehicle’s owners, and all of the bikes were covered in the now familiar layer of reddish brown dust, as if they had been there all night.

The further towards Bedford Springs he drove the more of the motorcycles he passed. Then, up ahead, he finally saw what looked like one of the bikers. At first the figure was hard to make out through the heat haze and red dust in the air, but as he drew closer he could tell the figure was kneeling on the side of the road. Their back was too him, but as his car got closer he was able to tell that the figure was female.

Corey pulled his Prius off to the side of the road and parked between two abandoned motorcycles. The kneeling biker chick had barely moved since she came into view, which seemed weird to him. As he got out of his car Corey called to her. “Hey! Hey, you over there. Are you all right?” She didn’t respond. She didn’t even turn to look at him.

He was worried about her now. His gut was telling him that something wasn’t right, and again his mind returned to the movie about the comet. He started towards the kneeling woman, but did so slowly and cautiously.

Every few steps he called out to the woman, but she never responded. He looked back and forth from the woman’s back to the ground underfoot, as the road side was covered in abandoned motorcycles. As he stepped over and around them he noticed that there were thick piles of the red dust seemingly gathered around the vehicles seats. The sight made Corey incredibly uncomfortable and filled him with frightening thoughts as he puzzled over where all their riders had gone.

As he neared the woman he called out one last time, load and clear. Still she seemed not to respond, although he could see that she was moving slightly. He stayed out of arm’s reach and began moving around her, shifting towards her front.

As he got a closer look at her he thought that the woman was the biker chick that had flashed him the day before. She had the same long brown hair and wore the same tight t-shirt and small leather jacket. But as he continued around her he saw something that made him doubt that she was the same woman: her breasts were each larger than a watermelon.

Her breasts were in fact so large that her all too small tight t-shirt was pulled up above her breasts as they hung out exposed in the warm desert air. Corey’s jaw dropped at the sight. He had never seen breasts as large in person. And they were so firm and gravity defying that he was certain they were implants. That more than anything made him doubt that the woman kneeling before him was the same one he had seen the day before, how could she have gotten breast augmentation surgery in the middle of the desert?

She made a confused, moaning sound that made Corey stop staring at her huge breasts and look up at her face. There was a strange expression there: she looked as if thinking was suddenly too hard, that she was confused and disoriented, stupefied even.

Making a concerted effort not to look at her exposed breasts Corey took a step closer and snapped his fingers in front of her face. Her eyes seemed to focus on his hand for a moment and she mumbled something quietly, then her eyes went cross and she returned to staring blankly in front of her. Her mouth fell open slightly and drool began to pool in the side of her open lips then drip down the side of her face.

“Lady, what the hell is wrong with you,” Corey yelled at her, panic starting to rise inside of him. The longer he stood staring down at her the more he was certain it was the woman he had seen the previous day but he had no idea how her breasts could be so changed. It was almost as if they had magically grown overnight. His heart was racing and he was starting to feel the world had become a crazed, deranged nightmare.

He acted in impulse, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently. “Snap out of it you dumb bitch!” he screamed at her, then immediately felt guilty for calling her such a name. But the guilt was quickly forgotten when her head snapped to attention and her eyes focus again.

She blinked, looked up at him, then looked back at his crotch which was just about eye level with her. She whispered something, a single word that Corey couldn’t make out but it was clear the word had been said with desperation.

Stepping closer he grabbed her cheeks and pointed her face up at his, then leaned in close. “What did you say?”

She whispered something again. A single word, some desperate request that he still couldn’t make out.

“Water? Do you need water? I have some in my car… you must be so thirsty sitting out here in the sun.” Corey spoke quickly, turning to dash back to his car. But the biker chick grabbed hold of him and held him in place.

“No,” she said in a raspy, barely audible voice. “Not water,” she added, slightly more clearly. He looked down at her. She was shifting her body from side to side, blinking and looking left to right then up and down. It was as if she was coming back to life now that he was standing near her. “Not water,” she said again, her voice still raspy but the words perfectly clear. “I need cum! Please… can feel myself… brain running… getting… dumber…”

As the last word left her lips her eyes glazed over again and she stopped moving, returning to staring dumbly in front of herself. She was still holding onto him with both hands. One of them fell to her side, but he other slid down his front, her hand brushing against his crotch before it too fell to her side.

Her hand had brushed against his shaft, which he suddenly realized was once again hard. And now that he had noticed that he was aroused the need to get off overwhelmed his mind. It was like a great swelling that was growing inside of him, keeping his cock hard and filling his mind with a red haze.

With his libido roaring like a hungry lion Corey felt his eyes drawn down to the woman’s massive breasts. Looking at them again he adjusted his estimate of their size: they were larger than watermelons. He wasn’t even sure what to compare them to; he just knew their sheer size was making his already hard cock throb painfully.

His hands started fumbling with his jeans, working to unbutton and unzip them. He was barely aware of what they were doing, his mind now centered on taking in the sight of her breasts. Her nipples seemed like they had been stretched out, her areolas were huge fleshy saucers with fat nubs in the middle that looked red and engorged. He licked his lips and dropped his pants to the desert floor, thinking that he had never seen a pair of breasts so large and glorious.

As he kicked off his pants and boxers the woman came back to life. Her eyes focused, then zeroed in on his monster cock. He saw her whole body tense, then she sprung forward like a wild animal. Before he had time to react she had hold of him, wrapping one arm around his waist and pulling him towards her, while she grabbed his girthy shaft with the other hand and directed his cock towards her mouth.

“What are you doing?” he asked, but put up no fight to stop her. She practically jammed his cock into her mouth, although she quickly found it was nearly too large to fit into her mouth. He winced as she took him into her mouth, her teeth scraping across the largest part of his swollen cock head. She seemed to notice as well and made a sound of discomfort as she opened her jaw further open.

Once his cockhead was past her teeth she was able to relax her jaw slightly. She shifted slightly, moving the hand holding him close around to his front now that it was clear he wasn’t going to try and pull away. She grabbed his shaft with both hands, her eyes growing large as she felt just how long his hard shaft was.

She started to move her head, sliding his cock head deeper into her mouth. She moved her tongue up against the bottom of his cock as she did this, snaking it around his girth and squeezing his haft with her hands. A moment later she was giving him intense, two handed head.

Corey moaned in appreciation. He had never had a woman give him such intense head. Hell, he had never had so much cock to give intense head too! And his cock wasn’t just bigger, longer, and fatter but it seemed to be nearly twice as sensitive too. Yet even though the pleasure he was feeling was worlds more than he had ever felt before he felt as if his body was working towards orgasm much slower than normal.

The biker chick gave his shaft a long, wet slurp and let his cockhead fall from her lips. She took a large gasp, strings of spit falling from her mouth and off the end of his cock. She worked her hands up his cock, collecting the moisture and working it back down his shaft as she began to jerk him off. She looked up at Corey. “I need your cum,” she said, working his cock harder. “Please give me your cum.”

“I will,” he groaned in pleasure. “But I’m not even close yet.”

She worked his cock faster. “What do you need?”

He looked down at her, suddenly aware how much effort she was putting into speaking to him. Looking at her eyes he thought he saw flecks of red in them, but then doubted what he thought he had seen. He blinked and the entire world seemed red. The swelling need to get off suddenly doubled inside of him, then he felt it in his balls. He groaned in pain as he felt his balls swelling, as if increasing suddenly in size.

“I need…” he groaned, the swelling in his balls continuing. “I need to get off, I need to cum!”

“Yessssssssss,” the woman hissed, working his cock harder. But the spit from the blow job was starting to dry out and the motions of her hands was becoming more painful then pleasurable.

Corey did something then that he had never done with a woman: without asking for permission he grabbed his cock, brushing her hands away, then shoved it in her mouth. Once his cock was in her mouth he grabbed her head with two hands and then forced his cock as deep and far into her mouth as he could. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat, felt her gag. Still he pressed forward, felt the end of his cock bend slightly and start to slide down her throat.

She coughed and gagged and choked on his shaft, placing her hands on his thighs and trying to push him away from herself. But a demon had taken over Corey and he held her tight, forcing his cock even further down her throat. She kept gagging and coughing, thick strings of spit and coughed up fluids dripping from her mouth and down the length of shaft not yet in her mouth. The moisture felt soothing on Corey’s over hot body, especially as it oozed down to his swollen balls.

Realizing the woman was starting to lose color in her face Corey let go of her, allowing her to pull away from him. But as nearly half of his massive cock came out of her throat her chocking seemed to double. He took a step back, his whole body flushed, his cock hard and standing at attention and dripping with moisture. The woman leaned forward, still coughing, then sat up on her knees again.

Corey looked at her massive breasts. They were so firm, so big. And now in the fleshy canyon where they met they were covered in the same thick spit that was oozing down his hard shaft. His mind was immediately filled with a specific desire for a sexual act he had only ever seen in porn but never tried himself, never in fact even dared to ask one of his partners to try with him. The world turned red again and lust filled him: he wanted to try it and he didn’t care what she wanted.

Again he stepped up to her, holding his massive cock in one hand. But instead of jamming it back into her mouth he slammed his cock down onto her chest. The underside of his shaft landed with a meaty, wet sound as it impacted the spit-moistened flesh between her tits. He stepped closer, pressing his cock up against her chest. As he did this he grabbed her tits, pulling them first apart then lifting them up and around his hard shaft.

“I’m going to fuck your tits,” he said firmly to her. “And I’m going to do it till I cum.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond, he simply started fucking her chest. He moved his hips back and forth, sliding his massive cock up and down her chest, in and out of her even more massive breasts. His cock head disappeared down into her cleavage then popped back out, just the head appearing. In and out, in and out his cock went as he fucked her chest.

The biker chick shifted her body, arching her back so he could fuck her tits better. She began to moan and wiggle, as if the act were as pleasing to her as it was to him. “Yessssssss,” she hissed. Corey couldn’t see it from his angle as his view was blocked by her massively large breasts, but she had reached into her pants with one hand and was playing with her pussy while he fucked her tits.

Performing a sexual act that he had always assumed would be too degrading for any woman to want upped the pleasure he was feeling. Here he was, doing what he wanted to a woman and not caring what she thought. It was everything he had been taught NOT to do sexually, which made it even hotter.

The combination of the kink factor from being so aggressively male combined with the feel of her almost unreal, firm breasts wrapped around his sensitive cock was nearly too much for Corey to take. He very quickly began to speed towards orgasm. The closer he got to cumming the redder the world seemed. It was like a massive pressure building up inside of him, so real it affected his vision until he felt it was all ready to explode form his cock.

Just before he began to cum another feeling filled him: an impulse to make sure the woman before him got as much of his cum inside of her as possible. Just as his orgasm began he let go of her tits, grabbed his cock and shoved the cockhead into the woman’s mouth. The feeling of her teeth brushing up against his cockhead pushed him over the edge and he felt his cock explode, releasing a torrential flood of pleasure up through his body as a massive load of cum exploded into her mouth.

His orgasm felt like it lasted for an eternity. And as he came the red filling his world seemed to subside slowly, as if the cum leaving his body was sapping the red from him. He was aware that the amount of semen leaving his body was nearly four times as much as he had ever felt leave him before. As the red haze disappeared and his mind cleared he half expected the woman’s mouth to start to overflow with the fluid, but she surprised him. She drank every overwhelming spurt and blast of the sexual fluid as if it would give her life.

When he was finally done he stumbled back, his now softening cock falling out of her mouth. His legs felt weak and shaky and he almost collapsed, but somehow he managed to keep his footing.

Breathing heavily he looked at the kneeling woman. She was swallowing the last of the cum and looking around as if she was waking up from a long sleep. She looked at Corey and started to get to her feet. “Thank you! Thank you so much for saving me!” she declared, her voice filled with joy.

Corey was confused. “Saving you?” He had expected the woman to get to her feet and deck him after everything he had just done to her.

“Yes, saving me! It was terrible… but…. But you don’t understand? No… no, you didn’t feel it, did you?” As she spoke she made a half hearted attempt to pull her shirt down over her breasts but quickly gave up and instead pulled the shirt up over her head and abandoned it to the ground.

“I’m smart again. Can think and talk and move, thanks to you. Thanks to your cum! As the stupor started to affect me I felt in the very core of my being that I needed cum… and once I was so dumb I couldn’t move cum was all I could clearly think about.”

“I don’t understand,” Corey said as he found his pants and started to put them on.

“It was that comet! Or meteor? I don’t remember what the difference is… After it came over last night this red dust started to fall. It was terrible! All the men, they started to scream. Then they all began to turn to the dust! They just… well, never mind. I was the only one that survived, had to jump off the bike as Hank started to disintegrate.”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “Then this started to happen,” she said, motioning towards her breasts. “It hurt at first, as they started to swell and grow. But then it felt good… real good. But they just kept growing and growing! And that’s when the dumbness started to set in and the hunger for cum filled me.”

“What? No…. That can’t be true, none of that makes sense,” Corey said.

“What, do you think I’m lying?” the biker chick said angrily.

“No… no, you’re just confused. Look, never mind all of that, just tell me your name.”

“Look, I’m not confused. My name is.. Is…” her voice trailed off and the angry expression on her face was replaced by one of confusion. “I can’t remember,” she said quietly. She looked suddenly scared.

Corey made a soothing sound and stepped up to her, wrapping an arm reassuringly around her shoulder. “It’s okay. Look, let’s just call you BT for now.”

“BT?” she repeated back, unsure. “Why BT?”

“It just seems to fit you,” he said, not telling her that in his head it stood for “Biker Tits”.

“Well…. Okay, if you say so. Somehow it just feels right listening to you… like whatever you say must be right.”

A smile spread across Corey’s face. He liked the sound of that. “Look… I don’t know what happened but Bedford Springs isn’t far away. Let’s go get in my car and head there. Someone in town will be able to figure out what happened to all of your friends. And your breasts. Um… and my dick. Someone has to know what’s going on.”

“Sure,” BT said, “Whatever you say. You lead the way and I will follow.”

They both got in Corey’s Prius and began driving towards Bedford Springs, on their way to discover the world after the comet.

This story continues in “After the Comet Part 2: Resort Smorgasbord”

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The Defeat of Champion Girl An interactive "Choose Her Peril" story.

The Defeat of Archbaroness An interactive "Choose Her Peril" story.

Megatropolis Crime Wave! A Heroines Perilous World short story collection

Archbaroness Vs The Insatiable Bulk

Champion Girl Vs Enchantamentia

The Megatropolis Amazons Vs Cape Crusher: Complete Edition

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