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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on my last day in Ladner. No cap, it was iconic and terrifying AF.

So my man, Jake, and I were hiding in my boujee aunt's basement after the news broke about the 'Roid Rage' virus. We thought we were safe. Oof, were we wrong. We heard this massive crash upstairs, and then the door just... yeeted off its hinges. Standing there was my cousin, Mark, but... not. He was jacked, like, professionally bodybuilder level, with a sweat-slicked eight-pack and chest hair for days. And his dick... sheesh. I'm talking a legit 15-inch monster, just swinging there, leaking pre-cum. The smell hit me first—this insane, musky pheromone cloud from his hairy pits that made me wanna gag, but Jake... Jake just froze, his eyes going glassy.

Mark grabbed Jake, shoving his face right into his armpit. "Smell that, bro. Get ready for my cock." Jake just moaned, already under his spell. I screamed, but Mark backhanded me so hard I saw stars. "Females die," he grunted, his vocabulary totally dumbed down. While he held me down with one hand, he ripped Jake's jeans open with the other. I watched, paralyzed, as that massive cock pushed into Jake's ass. Jake came almost instantly, screaming, and I literally saw his body transform, muscles popping and hair sprouting everywhere, his own dick swelling up. Within seconds, he was one of them, turning to me with wild, hungry eyes. They finished me together. It was my last big yikes. Last thing I saw was the horde descending on my boy, ready to fuck him for eternity. Period.