Captain sat on the edge of the medical bed in Schicksal's infirmary, his fingers trembling as he held Kiana Kaslana's burning hand. His wife's normally neat white hair clung wetly to her sweat-drenched forehead, her full lips parted, breathing in short, ragged gasps like someone dying of thirst. The "Hei Corruption" virus—obtained from the ruins of a Herrscher investigation—had invaded deep into her cells. The doctors explained its effects were merciless: physically, it caused an unbearable heat throughout the body, especially in the genitals, making her pussy throb and leak constantly, nipples perpetually erect and painfully sensitive, skin hypersensitive as if electrified; mentally, it triggered raw, uncontrollable lust, an obsessive craving for dominant cock—particularly thick black ones—as the virus whispered that only "primal strength" could satisfy her, while gradually degrading her longtime partner as "weak and inadequate." The mind break progressed step by step: initial resistance slowly turned into total addiction, where the victim would eventually view her husband as nothing more than "meat toilet" for cleaning enemy creampies.
"Kiana… hold on, baby. I'm right here," Captain whispered, pressing his lips to her feverish forehead.
Kiana opened her bright blue eyes; her pupils were dilated pitch black like bottomless pits of hunger, veins faintly bulging along her neck. "Captain… this virus… it's like there's a fire snake coiling inside my womb. My pussy is burning, dripping nonstop, my clit pulsing like it's about to explode. My nipples hurt so much—they're so hard they ache if nothing touches them. And my mind… it's flooded with images of huge black cocks, thick, veiny… ones that can drill straight through my cervix until I scream and squirt someone else's cum. Your cock… I need it now. But… it's not enough. I crave a real monster cock that can stretch my cunt until it tears, until I scream and flood the sheets."
Captain flinched. That night in their private quarters, Kiana dragged him roughly onto the bed. Her skin was scorching hot from the virus, her sweat carrying a sweet-musky scent that made his head spin. She tore open his pants herself, gripped his small cock that immediately hardened—10 cm thin, faint veins, tiny pink head glistening with watery precum. But the moment he pushed inside, Kiana only snorted in disappointment; her pussy, normally tight, was now sopping wet and loose from the viral hormones, yet still unsatisfied.
They fucked quickly and roughly. Captain thrust desperately, but Kiana shook her head, her moans turning into frustrated whimpers, her body writhing like she was possessed. "Ahh… your dick is so fucking small. It barely brushes my entrance, doesn't even reach deep. The shaft is skinny like a pinky finger, the head tiny—it doesn't stretch anything. This virus is making me crave the real thing—a thick cock that makes my belly bulge, fills my womb with hot seed. I don't feel any stretch, no fullness. A pathetic little dick like yours is only good for quick jerking off, not for making your wife cum for real. My brain… it's screaming 'that's not enough, you need huge black cock, not this tiny thing'."
Captain froze, face burning with shame. He knew his cock was inadequate—short, thin, watery cum in small loads. Kiana had always pretended to be satisfied, but the virus stripped away every pretense, triggering the first stage of mind break where she began viewing small size as "pathetic weakness" deserving of ridicule.
"Just finish. I'm still so fucking horny… I need a fat cock that permanently widens my cunt, knocks up my womb with someone else's child," Kiana muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling while her own fingers rubbed her swollen clit—now twice its normal size from the viral hormones—squirting clear fluid in arcs onto the sheets.
The next morning Kiana was gone from the medical bed. Captain searched frantically until he reached the basement armory. Behind the door came wet, sloppy sounds: "slurp… gluck… ahh… so fucking big… the virus loves this…"
He cracked the door open. His world collapsed.
Kiana knelt topless on the cold concrete floor, her large firm breasts swaying, nipples pink and painfully erect from the virus, dark red as if constantly bitten. Her mouth was stuffed with the monster cock of Darnell King—a towering 2-meter black operative from Schicksal's black-ops division, chest and abs thick and glistening with sweat, veins bulging on his arms and neck like steel cables. His cock stood ferocious: over 32 cm long, thick as a soda can, jet-black skin shining, thick blue veins snaking along the shaft like ropes, the massive mushroom head dark purple, slit gaping and oozing thick clear precum in long sticky strings. His heavy balls hung low, swollen full of seed, covered in coarse black hair—everything about it triggered the virus in Kiana, making her pupils dilate wider, her pussy gush without touch.
Kiana swallowed half the shaft, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, drool pouring from the corners of her mouth down her chin, mixing with the thick precum. Her eyes rolled back in full ahegao—tongue lolling out, tears of pleasure streaming, the virus overloading her brain with bliss, whispering "this is your master now, this BBC completes you." "Mmmph… this black monster cock… so fucking thick… the veins pulsing on my tongue… the head so huge it stretches my throat… ahh, so good… the musky manly smell, the thick sperm scent! The virus… it's singing in my head, saying 'this is your true owner, this BBC is what you've always needed'!"
Darnell gripped Kiana's white hair, shoving her head down until the cock bulged her throat visibly. "Suck deeper, slut. The Captain's little wife was born to worship big black cock—the virus chose me as your alpha."
Captain stood frozen in the doorway. "Kiana… stop!"
Kiana pulled off with a wet 'pop', thick strands of saliva and precum bridging her swollen lips to the glistening cockhead. She turned to Captain, smiling sweetly yet viciously while stroking Darnell's shaft with both hands—it still didn't fit fully, her fingers trembling with viral hunger. "Captain~ perfect timing, darling! Look at this—your wife is jerking off Darnell King's real monster cock. The shaft is thick as an arm, veins bulging huge, the head swollen like a giant mushroom. Yours? Hah, so fucking tiny, skinny, the head cute like a peanut! Adorable really, only good for being mocked. It never made my pussy gush like this, never stretched my cunt lips red and swollen! This virus… it's making me realize your pathetic little dick is trash that doesn't deserve to enter my pussy anymore."
She lifted Darnell's cock high so Captain could see the stark contrast, while her own pussy dripped steadily onto the floor—viral symptom making her visually aroused. "See the difference? This is a real cock—long, thick, heavy, can drill my womb until I'm pregnant over and over. Yours? Just dribbles watery cum, fills nothing. I'm sick of your worthless tiny dick, Captain. From now on my cunt belongs only to huge black cocks that make me scream like a cheap whore—the virus promises total mind break if I obey!"
Darnell laughed deeply, the sound vibrating the floor. "That's right, meat toilet. The tiny-dicked Captain can only watch while stroking his useless mini-cock. Don't interrupt, or I'll make him lick my creampie straight from your torn-open hole."
Captain backed away slowly, but Kiana shouted while diving back onto the cock: "Don't run away, darling! Stay right there! Later you'll have to lick Darnell's cum clean from your wife's stretched, cum-filled pussy! You're the devoted husband, right~? Meat toilet ready to swallow your new master's load! I can't wait to watch you gulp thick black semen while crying, your mouth reeking of BBC—the virus says that's your new purpose!"
Captain fled, the world dark. That night the door opened. Kiana entered completely naked except for the skirt bunched at her waist. Her breasts bounced, nipples painfully erect and wet with sweat and cum, the virus making even the slightest breeze draw moans from her. The air was thick with the pungent smell—semen, sweat, drenched pussy.
"I'm home, darling~" she purred, approaching and kissing Captain with lips swollen and reeking of cock. "Sorry I'm late… Darnell King pumped five loads into me. His cock is so fucking huge, punching straight into my womb, thick hot cum blasting like a hose. It overflowed, running down my thighs to my knees. Yours never could do that, right? Just weak spurts, thin, never satisfying. My pussy is permanently loosened now because of his BBC, cunt lips red and swollen, hole gaping wide and refusing to close—the virus is thrilled, already making me crave more tomorrow."
She squatted wide-legged in front of Captain. Her pussy was inflamed red, thick outer lips swollen like raw meat, clit engorged and throbbing, the hole gaping open—Darnell's thick white cum poured out in a steady stream like lava, pooling on the floor in sticky puddles, mixed with Kiana's clear, musky juices. The smell was overpowering—hot, fishy, intoxicating, the virus amplifying her natural scent to hypnotic levels. "Look, darling… my womb is packed with Darnell's thick black cum. Still pulsing, warm, sticky. Want a taste? Or should you start cleaning right now? Your wife's meat toilet is waiting for its job~ Your mouth will feel so good sucking fresh BBC creampie straight from my ruined, gaping cunt—the virus whispers this is how you stay useful now!"
Captain trembled violently, tears falling, yet his tiny cock stood painfully hard despite the humiliation. Kiana laughed loudly, eyes gleaming with cruel triumph. "Haha, look at that! Your little dick is rock-hard from being insulted! Tomorrow I'm taking you to Darnell's room. He wants to make me his permanent meat toilet. Are you ready to become the green-hat cuck who drinks piss straight from Darnell's monster cock and swallows creampies at the source? I can't wait to see you kneeling with your mouth overflowing with cum and piss from your wife's new master—the virus promises it'll make me cum harder than ever!"
Captain couldn't speak. The virus had only just begun—and Kiana was already an insatiable beast of lust, its effects deepening with every passing hour.
To be continued...