The Grateful Virus

All events and characters are fictional.  Copyright 2007 by James
Adling.  All rights reserved.  Comments appreciated at jim [dot]
adling [at] gmail.com

Note: I am entirely fueled and directed by your comments.  If
there's something in particular you like about this story, tell
me!


Chapter 5

Almost the entire team was gathered in the lobby to wait for the
bus, which seemed to be running late.  Kelly had been there for a
while, and had already set off a chain reaction of sneezing among
several of the girls on the team.  The sneezing fits had died
down for a while, only reviving briefly when the two hotel maids
walked through, pushing their carts.  Shortly after this, Jen,
Helen, and Trisha had arrived.  Kelly motioned them over to see
the new picture she had loaded as the background on her phone.

"Aw!"

"So cute!"

"Send it to me!"

"Me too!"

"What's so cute?" one of the other girls asked, as she leaned
over to take a look.  "Oh my god is that Nicole?  Haha!  Wow,
don't show her boyfriend!  Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Jim," Trisha said.  "Isn't he dreamy?"

"Haha Trish!  Zing!  We'll make a bitch out of you yet.  Now
share that pic!"

Another girl had leaned in to look.  "Wait, isn't he Sneezy the
dwarf, from the hot tub?"  Her new viral programming instantly
kicked in as she looked at the picture.  She gasped.  She needed
this man!  Where could she find him?

A girl who had heard the story of Sneezy second-hand leaned in
and looked.  "What a tool!  What was she thinking?  Hey!  Nicole
made out with Sneezy the dwarf!"  She turned back to Kelly. "You
have GOT to share this pic!"

The picture quickly found its way onto almost every cell phone on
the team.  The girls who had not gone swimming found it
hilarious, and the others had quite a different reaction, but
played along.


Meanwhile, the hotel maids had reached Jim's room.  They knocked,
waited, and then entered the room and began cleaning.  They
propped the door open so they could easily get cleaning supplies
from their carts in the hall.  Maria started on the bathroom
while Rosa went in to strip the bed.  There was a man sound
asleep on the bed, face up, bare naked, and uncovered.  The hotel
policies demanded that they instantly leave.  But something
stopped her.  She took a closer look at his face, and then
suddenly had to lean against the wall for support as a wave of
lust overtook her.  His naked body had done nothing for her, but
looking at his face she had suddenly decided she had to have him.
 No, not just have him; have his baby!  In a haze of lust she
forgot about her coworker, she forgot to close the door, she
forgot all hotel policies, and she forgot to ask Jim's
permission.  She hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties. 
Stepping over to him, she lightly stroked his cock and watched it
grow.  He made a slight whimper.  It sounded like "No, Jen."  His
eyes were still closed.  He was fully erect.  In one smooth
motion she climbed on top of him and positioned his shaft at the
entrance to her dripping pussy.


Jen and the other girls had haunted his dreams all night.  They
were hunting him down like an animal.  The dream reoccurred
throughout the night in various locales: a forest, a ruined city,
a swamp.  He was always naked and shivering cold.  There were
always hundreds of them, or even thousands in one terrifying mob
scene, and they always caught him in the end, usually because he
sneezed at the wrong moment, giving away his hiding place.  Then
inexplicably he would be free before they could do anything to
him, but they were always hot on his trail.

Finally they caught him in a hotel room.  Jen was dressed as a
tribal priestess.  She looked about 18 months pregnant.  She was
passing judgment on him.  Her sexy face was twisted into a truly
sinister scowl.  She sentenced him to be strapped in to a big
machine, which knocked the door down and came into the room on
creaky wheels and seemed to be speaking Spanish as he was
strapped to its underside, six feet off the floor and facing
downward.  The machine rubbed a felt-covered appendage
spasmodically against his cock to make him hard.  A girl entered
the room shackled to a conveyor belt on all fours, her wide-open
pussy facing Jim.  The machine started moving, matching speeds
with the conveyor belt.  Then it suddenly pivoted Jim violently
down and forward, plunging his cock into the girl's pussy, at
which point he spurted a tiny bit of his seed inside her.  Then,
just as quickly he was pivoted back out and the machine jerked to
a stop while the girl on the belt kept going and passed through a
curtain of black plastic strips in the opposite wall, just like
in an airport baggage claim.

With the sound and motion of an enormous typewriter's carriage
return, the machine then slammed him back over to the other side
of the room just in time as another naked girl came into view,
strapped into the belt in the exact same position.  Again the
same dizzying plunge all the way to the hilt inside her, the tiny
spurt of come, the jerky withdrawal and the violent return to the
other side of the room.  Again and again the same precisely
timed, mechanical motions, completely out of his control.  No
choice, no variation, no chance to see their faces, no time to
savor or appreciate anything.  The line of girls on the conveyor
belt stretched out the door to the horizon.  His wife watched,
crying, from a seat in the bleachers next to his parents and his
high school English teacher.  It was horrific.


Maria heard some odd noises and came out of the bathroom to see
what Rosa was up to.  She was on her knees on the bed, with her
skirt hiked up around her waist, no panties, and the hard cock of
a hotel guest in her pussy.  Maria couldn't believe her eyes. 
Then she saw the man's face and she understood.


Nicole and her three roommates were hurrying down the hall toward
the lobby.  They had to squeeze around the cleaning carts left in
the hallway outside of Jim's room.  Erin happened to glance in
and stopped in her tracks.

"Oh my god what's she doing?"  They all stood transfixed.  The
maid had her skirt bunched up and her hands in her panties
rubbing furiously.  Her eyes were fixed on the bed, which they
couldn't see from the hallway.  The bed was creaking.

Nicole spoke up.  "Looks like Sneezy's got company," she said,
smiling to the other girls as she walked off toward the lobby.

"Sneezy?  This is his room?"

"Oh my god!"  They were all suddenly overwhelmed with lust, but
too stunned to move.

Nicole's amused voice drifted back to them.  "Better be quick
girls, the bus is leaving any minute."

She heard them rush in.  Smiling and not looking back, she strode
into the lobby.  The coach was outside watching for the bus, and
the girls were huddled in small groups looking at cell phones. 
All conversation instantly ceased as she entered.  Girls around
the room hurriedly put away their phones.  One wasn't fast
enough, and Nicole grabbed her wrist and twisted it, looking at
the phone with its background picture of her and Jim.  Everyone
held their breath, watching her, some waiting with glee for her
explosion.  It didn't come.  Instead she smiled serenely and
looked around at them all with her eyebrows raised very slightly.
 There wasn't a hint of shame or embarrassment in her face.  Just
an odd look of contentment.  Real, calm happiness.  The girls
stared at her.  If it was an act, she was an stunningly good
actress.

In the silence, Jen asked "Hey Nikki where are your roomies?  The
coach is gonna be pissed."

In a cool, distinct voice she responded, "If I had to guess, I'd
say they're probably gang-raping Sneezy in room 109."  This
produced a roar of laughter.  About half of the girls marveled at
how brilliantly Nicole had deflected any possible scorn by being
the first to make a joke about Sneezy.  Jen and her roommates
smiled knowingly.  The rest of the girls, those who had gone
swimming last night, laughed to play along, but looked sharply at
Nicole, trying to tell if there was any truth to this joke.  Why
mention the room number?  Some of them knew it wasn't Nicole's
room.   A few started drifting back toward the hallway, but at
that moment the bus pulled up and the coach came in to herd them
outside.


In Jim's dream, the machine seemed to be stuck.  Like a broken
record, it kept starting to pull him back a few inches out of the
girl in front of him, but then with a squeak it reversed its
motion and pushed him all the way back in.  This was actually
producing a rather nice, smooth, even sensuous fucking motion,
totally unlike its previous efficient violence.  The wall they
were approaching on the conveyor belt was somehow far away, but
getting closer steadily.  He hoped the orgasm he could feel
building up would hit him before he hit the wall.  Anyway, it was
nice to be able to finally take his time and savor this one girl.
 All of a sudden the dream didn't seem half bad.  But somehow he
still couldn't see her face, even when she turned her head.  That
was odd.  He really wanted to see her face.  Oh, his eyes were
closed!  He opened them and suddenly he was awake.  Or was he? 
As in the dream, he was fucking a complete stranger.  No, not
exactly, he realized as his eyes met hers.  It was one of the
cute maids he met yesterday.  The other one was standing at the
foot of the bed watching them with both hands buried in her
panties.  The maid on top of him was letting out a high-pitched
squeak with every thrust down onto him.  What the hell did she
think she was doing?  But there was no time to ask.  He was about
to come, and from the increasing tone of her squeaks she was too.
 Then it hit them.  They both gasped at exactly the same moment
as they peaked and began coming.  His first spurt was normal, but
the ones after it didn't release any semen, although he still
spasmed several more times and experienced all the pleasure of a
normal orgasm.

The maid on top of him was grinning ear to ear and babbling in
Spanish as they came together.  He didn't understand a word, but
the other maid immediately rushed over to them, also talking fast
and with a very familiar look of need on her face.  Oh shit.  As
the first maid began to lift off of him, he suddenly reached up
and with all his might flung her off of him onto the other maid,
then rolled off the other side of the bed, stood up, and made a
break for the exit.  Rounding the corner, he ran straight into
Nicole's three roommates as they rushed into the room.  He was
set spinning by a glancing collision with the first one and
crashed into the other two.  The three of them almost fell to the
ground together, but instead managed to find support from a wall.
 Jim ended up with his back against the wall and a tall girl with
long black hair pressed up against him, his erection nestled
between her butt cheeks.

She turned her head, looked at his face, and gasped, saying "Oh
god, it's him!"  She had her shorts down in no time and, reaching
back between her legs, brought his still moist cock to her
entrance.  The other girl, a short brunette, cut off any
possibility of protest by grabbing his head forcefully and
kissing him.  The black-haired girl rubbed his cock up and down
in her slit a couple times and then shoved it an inch inside her
with a grunt.  Jim's brain, still half asleep, was unable to
comprehend the situation.  Who were these girls?  What were they
doing here?  He had passed out while being fucked by one girl,
woken up with another riding him, and now just seconds after
coming inside her a third was sliding him deliciously into her
tight, wet channel while his mouth was assaulted by a fourth
girl.  The girl kissing him had also gotten her pants partway
down her legs.  She captured Jim's right hand and pressed it
against her sopping pussy as the black-haired girl finally
finished her slow, steady impalement onto his cock and began
thrusting his full length, picking up speed with each thrust.  He
broke the kiss and looked down at her body.  God, this girl was
hot!  He wanted much more time to appreciate her.  He wanted her
from a different angle too, so that it was less like the
fucking-machine dream.  He wanted to see her face.  He was
getting addicted to that crazy expression of joy and fulfillment
that his come seemed to bring to their faces, as if it was the
best thing that ever happened to them.  But incredibly, he could
already feel another orgasm approaching not a minute after his
last.

"Wait, slow down.  I don't want to come yet," he pleaded.

She moaned and sped up, slamming him against the wall with each
powerful thrust.  "No time. Do it now!  Oh god, put your baby in
me!"

Jim’s body complied.  Again it was that odd new kind of orgasm
with only one actual spurt of come in the beginning, but then
plenty of pleasurable but unproductive spasming afterwards. 
Again his partner began to come exactly when he did.  They rode
it out together for a few more thrusts before the other girls
ripped them apart.  The redhead on his left and the tiny brunette
on his right were fighting over him, each trying to turn his body
their way.  The second maid, now naked except for her shoes and
bra, slipped by them both and backed up onto his cock, pressing
him back against the wall and producing whimpers of frustration
from the other girls.

"No fair, we're in a hurry! You can have him all day!" the
brunette said as she tried to push the maid off of him.  The
redhead joined her.  They got her most of the way off, but she
stopped herself, bracing her hands on the opposite wall and
pushing back hard.  The maid slowly started to win the battle. 
Looking down, Jim was blown away by how sexy her straining,
tensed up body was as she slowly pushed back onto him. 
Unbelievably, he felt the stirrings of another orgasm approaching
as she reached the halfway point of her agonizingly slow,
forceful stroke.  Her ass cheeks were spread wide and tight with
effort, allowing him to clearly see every detail of his rock-hard
cock impaling her.  The tiny brunette had stopped resisting and
started stripping her shorts all the way off.  Without her
resistance, the maid was able to begin thrusting in earnest,
bringing Jim quickly to yet another orgasm.

From down the hall, they heard a loud male voice call out "Bus is
here!  Let's go girls, or we're gonna be late!"  The black-haired
girl pulled up her shorts and hurried out of the room, grinning
ear to ear.

As Jim and the maid began to come together, the brunette vaulted
on top of the maid's bent body, landing facing Jim and then
leaning back on the maid's back.  Her weight caused the maid to
stagger, dropping her body lower and forward as she babbled
joyfully in spanish about his seed in her womb.  His cock sprang
free in mid orgasm and came level with the brunette's wide-open
pussy.  Her hand caught him and guided him in.  Still coming, he
pushed through her hymen and then all the way into her tiny,
tanned body, feeling his cock spurt once again deep inside this
lust-crazed and now deflowered stranger.   He got in a couple
more deep thrusts in her wonderful, virginal, instantly
orgasm-wracked little body before the maid fell to her knees
below them, causing the brunette to topple to the right onto the
floor, but not before grabbing at Jim and throwing him off
balance.  He tripped and stumbled forward and to the right,
finally regaining his balance at the entrance to the bathroom.

The redhead jumped over the maid and lunged at him, pushing him
back into the bathroom and then pulling him toward her as she sat
back on the counter with her legs spread.  His tip touched her
slit and she pushed it down to nestle in her entrance, then
grabbed his ass and pulled him into her all at once.  He started
to thrust in and out slowly and she put her hands back on the
sink and arched her body in pleasure.  He was almost instantly
close to coming again!  This was just incredible.   He looked
down at her body stretched out and wide open to him as he slid
deep inside her.  Her eyes were closed and her adorable little
mouth was open, gasping with each thrust.  She was gorgeous!  She
had the same sweet, gentle kind of beauty as every girl he had
ever had a crush on.  And her skin was fantastically smooth and
creamy, almost glowing.  It was as good to run his hands along
the skin of her thighs or stomach as it was to slide his cock in
and out of her.

He forced himself to pause deep inside her to avoid coming.  He
wanted much more time with this girl.  She too was near the
brink.  She whimpered and tried to grind against him, but in this
position he was in control.  He slid his hands up around her hips
onto her waist, pushing her shirt up to get a better look at her.
 Her waist had seemed narrow before, but it was hard to tell with
her loose shirt hanging down in the way.  Now as he raised it
above her flat stomach he marveled at how much narrower it was
than he had thought.  He began to slowly thrust again as he slid
the shirt above her breasts and unhooked her bra, taking an
upturned breast in each hand and savoring the sight and
sensations.  He had to pause again.  Again, she whimpered. 
"Come!  I need you to come!  Make me pregnant!"

"No, not yet.  I want you from behind too.  And take that shirt
off."

"I have to go!  There's no time!" she whined, but he was already
backing out.  She quickly stripped off her shirt as she stood up
and turned around, spreading her legs wide apart and putting her
hands on the counter.  He took his time, running his hands over
her wonderfully shaped and deliciously smooth ass, thighs, and
waist.  He bent down and got a good look at her sweet pink pussy,
spreading her outer lips and watching his finger penetrate her
little pink opening, then moving his finger back out to play
briefly with her engorged and throbbing clitoris.  Then he stood
up and ran his cock along her slit a few times.  Positioning
himself at her entrance, he took another long look at her amazing
body shape and heavenly skin.  Then he made eye contact with her
in the mirror and slowly slid deep inside her again.  She gasped
and tried to start thrusting fast against him, but with his hands
on her narrow waist he was in control.

He kept the rhythm slow and sensual, thrusting the full length
each time and savoring every bit.  He brought himself to the edge
of orgasm again and watched her face.  She seemed to somehow be
exactly as close to coming as he was at all times.  He paused
only briefly this time, then did a couple thrusts, then paused
very briefly again, concentrating on keeping himself right at the
edge.  He could tell that she was right there too.  Every little
gasp or moan she gave was a perfect expression of how he was
feeling.  Incredible!  He decided to keep this up for as long as
he could and just see what happened.  Each time he had to move
less and pause a little longer.  Each time he paused he held her
waist tightly to keep her from pushing them over the edge with
the slightest movement.


On the bus, the coach was fuming.  "Where the hell is Erin? 
We're gonna be late!  Come on, doesn't anyone know?  Who roomed
with her?"

Nicole spoke up from the back of the bus.  "I did Coach.  She'll
be here soon.  She's having a... female problem."

That answer silenced him for a moment.  He heard scattered
giggles.  "Ok then.  I take it it's not a problem that she can
deal with in the bus's bathroom?"

"Probably not a good idea, coach."

Ignoring the renewed chorus of suppressed giggling, the coach
asked "Well, what room is she in?"

"109."

"Ok. Sarah," he pointed to a girl in the front seat, "go to 109
and make sure Erin is moving as fast as she can."  With an odd
look of glee in her eye, Sarah got up and ran off the bus.  Three
other girls had the same thought at once.  109!  The same number
as in Nicole's supposed joke about gang-raping Sneezy.  And that
was definitely not the room Erin and Nicole had stayed in.  Their
room had been on the even side.  Maybe Nicole wasn't joking!

"I'll go too," said Heather, who was sitting in the second row,
ahead of where the coach was standing.  Before he could even turn
around she was out the door, right behind Sarah.

"Me too!" said Lisa

"And me!" said Zoe.

These two were in the middle of the bus, and had to get past the
coach.  "Isn't two enough?" he asked.

"Trust us coach," said Zoe, "we'd better go too, just in case."

The coach sighed and stepped aside to let Lisa and Zoe run after
Heather and Sarah.  What was going on?  Those four had the
strangest looks on their faces...


Sarah and Heather found the door to room 109 propped open.  They
could hear moaning coming from inside.  They walked in, saw Jim
and Erin, and stopped in their tracks, their mouths gaping and
their pussies instantly getting wet. A few seconds later, Lisa
and Zoe burst in.

"Holy crap!" said Lisa.

Jim turned his head and saw them.  "Shit!" he said.  More
sex-maniac girls!

Erin raised her head up and looked at them.  She was a wreck. 
Her face was flushed, her whole body was shaking, and her eyes
were bugging out.  "Oh thank god you're here!  He came right away
in all the others, but with me he keeps pausing so he won't! 
It's torture!"

"Bastard!"  The girls moved as one.  They quickly freed his arms
from Erin's waist and began pushing him hard in and out of her. 
In seconds they were both past the point of no return, but their
orgasm wouldn't seem to release.  Instead the pleasure built and
built to an unbelievable peak before finally crashing down on
them in a shattering shared orgasm that went on and on as the
other girls continued to thrust him in and out of her.  Again Jim
only released one spurt, perfectly timed for her spasms to pump
his seed into the right place in her womb, where the four eggs
the virus had caused to be released were waiting.  Erin's shaking
body collapsed to the floor, unconscious but smiling.  Jim
started to sag, but they got him seated on the toilet before he
could pass out.

His world spun with aftershocks of pleasure and his vision
narrowed.  He could barely see.  He didn't notice Lisa pulling
her shorts down, but he sure as hell noticed when the beautiful
black girl impaled her shapely body all the way onto his cock in
one delicious stroke.  She raised herself up again slowly and
sensually as his brain again tried and failed to make sense of
the situation.  He stared down at the gorgeously rounded and
tightly toned brown ass of this complete stranger that his cock
was again sliding deep inside of.  His hands found her narrow
waist, delighting in the rich, smooth feel of her skin as she
moaned and began thrusting harder while repeatedly begging him to
give her a baby.  His overwhelmed brain gave up trying to
understand as his body unbelievably approached yet another
orgasm.  She slowed down again as they got close, rocking
sensually and arching her body to maximize the sensation of each
delicious slow stroke.  Then they both gasped together as they
peaked. She pressed him as deep as she could inside her and he
once again released just one little spurt which was efficiently
pumped into yet another complete stranger's fertile and willing
womb by the spasms of her simultaneous orgasm.

As soon as she felt his spurt, Lisa jumped up with a cry of joy
and let Zoe jump on.  He was still coming, and as soon as the
tall brunette got him all the way inside her she was too.  He was
too far gone with pleasure to notice her hymen pop.  She drove
her tight virginal pussy down onto him several more times while
babbling with happiness about his baby in her womb and riding out
the rest of their shared orgasm before letting Heather pull her
off.  Lisa and Zoe started trying to get Erin dressed.

Heather had had time to get her left leg all the way out, so she
was able to mount facing him with her shorts and panties bunched
around her right foot.  She looked eagerly into his lust-clouded
eyes as she impaled her tight pussy slowly down onto his cock. 
Then she started chanting "knock me up, knock me up" in an urgent
whisper with each deep, slow thrust.  His narrowed, swimming
vision showed only this blond stranger's adorable, sweet,
freckled face begging for his baby as she shoved her little pussy
onto his hard cock over and over again.  Wow, that face was
beautiful!  Soon he felt his orgasm building and saw the same
feeling simultaneously in her widening eyes.  He watched in
fascination as her expression of intense orgasmic pleasure turned
ten times happier when she felt his seed spurt deep inside her. 
It was such a pure, beautiful moment.  She was crying with joy
and he found that he was too.  His brain was too far gone to
tinge the moment with guilt, fear, or worry.  Those feelings
would have required some shred of comprehension of the situation
beyond the very basic primal level he was reduced to.  All he
knew - literally the only fact in his world at the moment - was
that this moment was a miracle.  A delicious, beautiful, perfect
instant in which their shared joy in creating a new life bound
Jim tightly together with this complete stranger.  And her baby -
his baby! - would be so adorable!  That angelic face!  Those
sparkling, soulful, sweet eyes!  That creamy, freckled skin!  He
held her tightly for the rest of their slow, drawn-out, perfectly
synchronized orgasm, preventing the next girl from breaking the
spell by lifting this precious thing off of him too soon while
fighting with all his might to keep his re-narrowing vision from
completely blacking out so that he could sustain the incredibly
intimate eye contact with the sweet little angel he was
impregnating.

When he relaxed and Heather finally stood up, she gushed to Sarah
about what she had just experienced.  "It's like his orgasm is
linked to yours!  Whatever you feel, he feels!  It's so
beautiful!  Oh my god, he came in me!  I'm so happy!  I've got
his baby, I just know it!  Thank you!  Thank you Sneezy!"

Sarah didn't waste any time.  She sat back and impaled her
tanned, athletic body right to the hilt on his cock.  After
slam-fucking him for a minute to get him close, Sarah indeed felt
his cock stiffen even more just as her own orgasm approached. 
She paused on the edge, and he moaned.  "How do you like that,
Sneezy?  A taste of your own medicine!"  She pulled off of him
again and slowly pushed back down, again stopping before she
could come.  Jim let out a high pitched whine.  She did it again,
this time taking them even closer to the brink and holding very
still, pushing hard down onto him to leave him no room to move. 
The other girls were still not done getting Erin's unconscious
body dressed.  She had a little more time.  She felt a bit of the
edge come off of the exquisite pleasure, and renewed it by moving
slightly up and then back down, bringing them both back to hover
at an excruciatingly intense peak.  Jim let out an odd gurgling
sound as she pressed down and held him there.  After another
minute of this torture, the others were starting to carry Erin
out of the room.  Sarah put her hands on his hips to hold him
down and ever so slowly raised herself until he was just barely
inside her.  This stimulation again restored them both to the
brink.  She gradually pushed them past the point of no return by
slowly, teasingly rocking him that wonderful first half-inch in
and out a few times.  Then she paused just for a moment as their
pleasure reached an even higher peak before slamming onto him as
hard and fast as she could.  They both went off like rockets. 
Jim's vision now fully blacked out and his head swam as wave
after enormous wave of pleasure roared through him.  All other
sensory input seemed to shut down - all that was left of the
world was the incredible sensation of Sarah's pussy clenched
around his cock, moving up and down and spasming in time with him
over and over as they came.  Then she took that away from him
too, and his world went dark.  Once again, Jim had been fucked
senseless.

Sarah was able to ride it out without losing consciousness, but
only just barely.  Gasping for breath, she stumbled to her feet
and pulled up her shorts as Jim collapsed against the wall. Her
legs were shaking as she brushed wordlessly past two half-naked
hotel maids who were standing just outside the bathroom staring,
and tried to catch up with the other girls as they carried Erin
down the hall.  The two maids picked Jim's unconscious body up,
tucked him into bed, and left the room.

As the four grinning girls carried Erin toward the bus, the coach
came out the door and asked if she was ok.

"She's fine.  She just fainted.  Couldn't stand the sight of
blood.  It happens."  They carried her onto the bus, all of them
absolutely reeking of sex, overflowing with happiness, and
pregnant with quadruplets.

* * * * *
Back in Jim's body, the virus was again busy.  The changes to
conserve Jim's replication fluid had worked perfectly, but there
seemed to be another problem.  It obviously wasn't lack of fluid
or any other physical condition that made him pass out.  It was
too much pleasure.  This was just simply bad wiring, and
obviously needed to be corrected.  It was bad design for Jim's
brain to shut down like it had been short-circuited when it
received too much of the reward-chemicals.  Maybe this was why he
wasn't properly motivated to replicate.  The virus quickly fixed
the problem, greatly strengthening and insulating the pleasure
centers of his brain.  Now Jim could handle any amount of
pleasure.  He could still pass out if his body was legitimately
exhausted of energy or certain nutrients, but at least it
wouldn't happen without a good reason as it had just now and last
night.

The virus also corrected some things about the process of Jim's
orgasms that had been making them physically tiring to his body.
Many of his muscles had been tensing up for no reason,
unnecessarily wasting energy and limiting the number of times he
could do it.  And it made the skin of his penis much more
resistant to chafing or irritation, without decreasing its
sensitivity.  The virus was confident that next time, Jim would
be ready for much, much more.  Certainly hundreds, and perhaps as
many as a thousand per day, given the right nutrients.  Still not
fast replication by viral standards, of course, but it was a big
step forward.
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