Emiliapocalypse Finale(Emilia Clarke Mass Twinning) (Patreon)

Josh sighed every now and then on the ride back, his cock tender, body trembling trying not to think about how long he had till the infection took over. Noticing the infection apparently made things worse, a noticeable feverish warmth spreading through his body, sweat pouring down his brow while his erection slowly grew. The singular nail had spread to another finger, and both fingers were being constricted upon by something invisible, an indescribable bliss radiating like a slow drip from the changing joints. When the pressure reached a tipping point, the struggling joint would finally pop, stretching out with an accompanied moan as the segment slendered, the pressure and bliss now down to the middle joint, then the knuckle, now another finger. He had to get home, not to fight it, but to see every step, to take in the changes. His already notable obsession with her was being shifted into a fascination of becoming her and the more he thought about it the better it felt.

So he barely thought past where he was driving, the changes at least slowing, though patches of his masculine, hairy skin were still peeling off, the new stuff soft to the touch and devoid of imperfections. There was oddly little traffic for this time of day, though he figured that had something to do with the Emiliafication of everyone.

About twenty minutes from home he felt pressure behind his groin, almost like he had to piss, except the harder the pressure, the harder his cock was. He was a panting, shivering mess as it grew, groaning as something was pressing against his bladder, encompassing his prostate and starting to squeeze. A steady layer of precum was whetting his underwear as he tried not to crash, gasping at the feeling of Emilia shifting his insides, occasionally needing to slow down as his hips grinded in needy circles, eyes shut as a bit of cum trailed down his thighs, the building ecstasy threatening to burst through at any moment.

"Ohh~ p-please waaaait a-almost back h-ohhhhme~!"

His voice was raspy, something surreal about the sensation of every rasp causing an air pocket to form around his Adam's Apple, the jutting lump slipping bit by bit into his throat. It made him cough, each one a spasm that rippled through his body as joints creaked, threatening to snap, chin hairs plucking themselves one by one as he tried to ignore the strong grip on his prostate pounding the organ into a new shape. The whole seat was damp by the time he drove into his driveway, a mix of sweat and cum dripping from the feverish fan, his moans croaking out in warbled tones as he furiously ran up the steps, not even locking his car as the need grew unbearable in his body.

His roommate was probably still sleeping, too dead tired to be roused by whatever sounds he was about to make, not that Josh cared about anyone besides himself and Emilia at this point. Thoughts of her were literally burning through him, his clothes sloshing as he threw them to the floor, tearing parts of the Han Solo cosplay off as the disease sodden fabric rippled on the ground. The neck stitching separated from the top, the tied links solidifying to a gold chain, the only thing left on his heaving naked body as he stared into his mirror, flexing his changed fingers as the rest of his hand pulsated down to Emilia's. Shit, no wonder all those people had looked so desperate at the bathroom, it felt like any second he was going to explode as the forces of change fingered his prostate, molding it like potter's clay as the sensitive g spot was teased and throttled. He had never seen his cock this engorged, never been this horny, squeaking out nervously as he put his changed hand to his cock before screaming blissfully as the pressure on his insides finally gave a rough squeeze.

"NNNGH! H-AHHHH~! Eh-Eh-KFF! EMILIAAAAAAAAAH~!"

The upper register of his voice was winning as he stroked rapidly, lost in the blissful touch of her skin on his cock, squealing between grunts as messy spurts of cum spewed from his raging erection. Every messy release added to the pressure, increasing his pleasure as his left testicle started waning, emptying its reserves as the loose flesh dimpled deeper into a forming cavity behind it. Oh god why did it have to feel so good? Why was the pleasure so mind meltingly potent that every time he tried to resist, said resistance felt like it was siphoned down to his cock and blasted out with his increasingly clearer spunk.

It was hard to understate just how strong and amazing it felt as he focused on his testicle's attempts to burrow deeper. It was like a pleasure fuse set off, trying to burrow itself in deeper, finding cracks in his once solid innards to slip further and further inside. Josh's jaw clenched so tight it shattered, his chin gaining a rounder jut, his lips plumpening into luscious suckers as his whole body tensed, a whine like steam escaping a kettle leaving him as the force inside began yanking on the recessed lump. It flattened, wobbled, then crumpled, his hips thrusting forwards as his body fucked itself, clear fluids streaming from his cock before a spurt of them exploded out around his shrinking ball, the extra lubricant the final step needed to make it slip inside with a mushy churning SCHLWOP!

He couldn't stay standing after that, his knees knocking together as he fell to the floor, grunting as said knees angled together with a few pops in his bones, the clear fluids from his first dive into femininity pooling beneath him as his sandy hair darkened to a near black chestnut, ringlets sprouting from his sweaty scalp as his swallowed testicle swam deeper inside, inverting pleasurably as molten estrogen pumped out the changed organ, hastening the changes to his delight.

It was like a steady flow of Emilia hollowing him out, replacing who he was with something curvier, sexier, better. The skin above his left ass cheek felt tight as his freshly minted ovary pumped more girl juice into it, muscle wobbling, slivers of flat sliding in between as it swelled to a ripe slappable size. His unchanged hand moved back, giving it a squeeze as the plush flesh hugged his fingers, squeezing back in tandem as nails dug into the tender flesh, coming back a twin of his right as he giggled lustily. The fever was raging in his head, darkening his eyelids like a bad flu victim only for the shade to be makeup accenting his fluttering lashes. He stared at his reflection as his pupils wobbled, not blinking as he drank in every detail, moaning in an increasingly familiar tone as he pushed down on the annoying bulge in his neck. Half of it poured from his lips as a glossy finish, both of them smacking happily as he smiled, the rest spat out, clearing his sore throat and giving him the voice of a goddess.

"Mmm yes! It's so good to give iiiin~! Wait no I have to fight I h-have to staaahp b-becoming perrrrfect~!"

It wasn't fair to feel so wonderful, to have his fandom infecting his memories, trivia becoming recollections, his pitiful attempt at resistance more a final show of pride than anything serious. His eyes slammed shut, conflicted spasms rolling about his face as a hopeless war raged inside his mind. All throughout he never stopped stroking his cock, gasping as his cheekbones puffed, his nose shrank, feminine perfection carving itself until with a scream his hair exploded out into a silky mane. Josha was left panting, smiling as his brain was submerged in a warm bath of celebrity, every second more of her slipping through as he winked at his reflection and purred, "Hff hff, h-hey there sexy. Oooh~ what a sexy minx you're be- OHHH~ GAAWWWD!"

The ovary inside was desperate for a twin, tunneling out tubes and veins that latched on to his remaining ball with a sudden tug. Now both were connected, his still burrowing organ pulling against his stubborn ball, the tugs horrendously ecstatic as he scrambled to mitigate some of the unbearable pleasure. One hand jerked his shaft while the other squeezed his ball, grinding his groin against the corner of his bed through all of this as he forced out the rest of his male cum. It finally started to deflate, a brief resurgence of volume in his releases quickly sputtering out as he forced his remaining ball inside. His screams echoed around the apartment, echoed by a few neighbors, sirens a constant in the distance as he could sense other sisters were being born, their influence was growing.

Speaking of growing, Joshia's ass was getting its matching set, his sultry moans encouraging his playful teasing, cumming as he dug into both full cheeks of his peach shaped rear, his arms hairless and pulsing as he did so. A sweet ache filled them, softening their bulk as the spare mass was pulled down, only thin slivers, but enough to rock his world as the coiled muscle and nerves bunched under his nipples, their bumpy brown nozzles plumping into circular, pink discs.

Giving them a touch sent sparklers off in his brain, Jeshia gasping as his childhood was replaced under an endless barrage of self inflicted conditioning, his shoulders sloping as he shimmied bak, falling onto the soft sheets of his bed. If he had known it was going to feel like this, that it was already too late, he would have gladly taken mikayla's offer, or any of the other Emilia's offers, happy to find his taste in women was the only thing staying consistent, the thought of another Emilia dazzling, tempting, necessary. All he'd need to do was touch someone and his wish would be granted, but even if he loved this, wasn't spreading this wrong?

"HYAAA AHHHH~ FUCK!"

His body's counter argument was simple, how could something so wrong feel this good? Already a large wet spot was growing steadily around his cock, the cushioned mattress not half as plush as his new ass, and it was only getting plusher as fat flowed in from his paired ovaries, pouring down into the confines of his gangly legs. His hips had already widened minute prior, their bony width rounding as more sumptuous curves formed, thickening the sticks he called thighs into proper cushions that teased his cock as they rolled it between their girth. Spasms wracked through the rest of his legs as the changes feminized them, bulging out his calves appealingly, popping his ankles. All of the Emilia juice drained down into his feet, a solid minute of violent spasms tearing apart anything masculine about them, perfecting his lower half with curves that mixed together wonderfully. The only eyesore was his cock which stood out amidst the supple peaks of his ass and the curvaceous stature of his legs, though he knew it was the cherry on top, the final piece once the rest of him changed to go.

And god did he want it to go fast, actively teasing his nipples, pinching them, arching his back hoping to feel it pop and bend. With such fervent prodding, it didn't take long to get results, Jelia moaning with delight as acting knowledge poured into his mind as fat similarly filled his heaving breasts. It all had to come from somewhere, his stomach writhing internally as muscle and girth were pulled upwards, cinching his sides in nicely while forcing his spine to arch, all of it explosively bursting out into two perfect breasts that fit perfectly into her hands. He was savage to them, pinching, groping, teasing, loving the feeling of raw pleasure that scraped away the old parts of his identity, all of it almost completely gone until his eyes landed on the last piece separating him from Emilia.

The muscle tensed at the edges, crinkling around his cock as he smushed it between his thighs, sliding a finger along the tip as it distended while his other hand began fingering the slit forming around his shaft. He had seen so many other people lose their cocks to her, and he didn't want to miss out on a single bit of the experience, the pleasure overwhelming as he was fucked three ways by his hands and cock, the shaft dripping and red as it was swallowed by his forming pussy. It was addictingly good, the feeling of crushing a cock and an identity at the same time ingraining itself into his head, his strokes going faster, his fingering more forceful, all of it basking in the final flickers of whatever her name used to be, all the stress of earlier seeming so silly now as she felt her cock suddenly implode, pounding inside her as she joined her sisters, screaming her name as she came.

"EMILIAAAA~!"

She fingered herself for good measure for the next half hour or so, loving her voice, her body, her pussy. It no longer made sense to her why so many people had been scared of becoming her. Didn't they know how amazing it felt? Well she'd show them. Oh god she had to show someone quick, masterbation wasn't enough, she needed another body to toy with, another her to fuck. But she didn't want to run around naked, she had too much self respect to do that. Thankfully, she saw exactly what she needed when she turned towards her scrapped clothing from before, all of it soaked in her fluids and long since bettered into a better form than that stupid Han Solo getup it had been minutes prior.

Other memories flickered in her head as she donned her newest outfit, Star Wars lore not known to the public, character details not even the writers had known all popping into her mind as she slipped on neglige, then pantyhose. This wasn't just acting, she really was becoming another person, just a person with the same desires and the same body. If only there had been a Han Solo cosplayer at the convention, my how she would have savored their squeals as they turned into her, Qi'ra. She slipped on a black leather dress, pouches and belt all stylishly hanging off the side, a brown jacket over that and finally black gloves donned over the sleeves as she struck her best bad bitch pose.

It might have seemed pointless given how fast she'd be taking them off if all went well, but that was half the fun anyways. It only took a thought to make her lips red as she nodded at her look, her slit leaking as her stomach growled. She was hungry, but not for food. No she needed a very particular kind of meal, and as her roommate's snoring breached her consciousness, she smiled, happy to have such fresh ingredients close by.

Sam was having a dream as wet as the ocean, the sounds of sex and a horde of British women moaning mixing with sirens to create an eerily erotic affair. He didn't know what was happening, but it definitely felt amazing, the British women now backed up with a slimy tentacle servicing him, running up and down his body before wrapping around his cock. They were cheering for him, begging him to join them, that this was only a sampling of the pleasure they could bring. A sudden jab to his balls woke him, wet smacking noises filling his room as he moaned. He didn't understand at first, too groggy from his lack of sleep, half convinced this was still a dream. It was the persistent pressure and a weird tingly prickle around his groin that made him lucid as he suddenly shrieked, realizing someone was sucking his dick.

The room was pitch black from his blinds and curtains so he flailed in the dark kicking the person assaulting him as she slammed to the floor with a familiar sounding grunt. There was something wrong with his cock, the pressure only building as he felt around in the dark, grunting as he flipped the light switch on and cumming as something slammed into his groin.

"NNGH! Wh-What the fuck?!"

He was tangled up in his red top sheet, grunting as another blow rocketed into his groin, a dark spot spreading as he writhed in confusion and ecstasy. It was like something was drilling into him, forcing its way further each hit only instead of pain it was raw, unfiltered pleasure. Struggling tore some of the fabric, giving him a clear view of his groin, taken aback when his cloth flip revealed his cock making slimy squelch sounds, his right testicle nearly completely flush to his body.

"What the f-UUUGH~!”

Before his eyes, it slurped inside, a moist gaping hole throbbing as bouts of semen spat out his cock, the moaning roommate only getting more confused by the second as he saw his intruder was a famous celebrity.

"Aww you woke up. Well it's not like we can't enjoy this fully now can't we? You're going to love this when it's done and then we can-"

He threw his clock radio at her this time, running down half nude in a daze as he ran downstairs. A trail of discarded spunk followed wherever he went, his innards twisting and turning as his nipples spread under the sheets. Sam had no idea what the fuck was going on, but he knew he had to get the fuck away from that crazy bitch ASAP. It had to be Josh, that moron probably inviting some lookalike to their place who was a crazed nympho. Except that didn't explain what the fuck happened to his ball!

For some reason Josh's car was still running, the implications not good for him, but great for Sam as he hopped in and immediately hit the gas. The roads in their neighborhood were bumpier than most and he was acutely aware of each one, moaning every time he landed, a particularly bad one sending him down with enough force to send his remaining ball straight up, causing him to nearly crash as he spasmed in the seat. He had to call someone, to get help, but try as he might the police lines were busy and now that he listened, there were a lot of sirens and screams around him, screams of pleasure like what was in his dream. He felt hot and weird, like he was coming down with something, groaning as his ass began bloating, his thighs rubbing together as soft flesh hugged his cock.

"Sh-Shit somethings h-AAHHHppening to me... G-Gotta s-staaawwp this!"

Sam found himself clearing his throat as he cursed himself for not bringing his phone with him, doing an illegal park near one of the rundown phone booths that still somehow operated, unsure if he could continue driving with how lightheaded he was feeling and how sudden the pleasure attacks were. While he waited for it to connect, he noticed there were lick trails on his body, the skin paler wherever her spit had landed.

"What the fuck is HKK this?!"

There was lipstick on the receiver as he spat out something from his throat, oblivious to how fast his face was shifting, soaking in all the germs of previous victims that had already made the public phone a hotspot for Emiliafication. By the time his parents picked up, his lips were pouty and thick and an itch on his nose had led to him creaking it down to a cuter jut.

"Oh thank god mom dad I need- What the fuck! My voice?!"

He sounded like her, shit what's her name, the one Josh always fawned over, Emmy something or other. What the fuck was happeni-

"Oh you sound marvelous dear, though I guess it makes sense you'd inherit our genes luv. Though technically we're not your parents anymore."

A mirror of his new voice purred from the other side, giggling at his shocked silence.

"Just give in, I guarantee you'll feel better once you give up on whoever you were. Oh I fought it for so long, but that was only cause I had to take off a lot of years. Tell me, do you still have a cock or is it being swallowed by Emilia's perfect little puss-"

He hung up, scratching his head trying to gather his thoughts and pausing as he noticed how much longer it had gotten, the scratching hand shrinking before his eyes as the nails painted themselves red.

"EMILIA! There's a mid stage one over here!"

"Ooh thank you Emilia! Lets show her a good time!"

Emilia's were appearing, running towards Sam as he ran back into his car, gunning it as he left them behind, only to see more as he sped through the city. Cop cars were ransacked, men in police uniforms moaning on sidewalks as breasts were surging, their faces contorting into ecstatic mirrors of the others. Some Emilia's were too busy fucking each other to attack anyone, while others were actively chasing pedestrians, grabbing them as he drove past as their horrified screams rose to the same pitch, losing the horror and basking in pleasure.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh god what the fuck what the- OOOOH~ F-HUUUCK!"

His grip was slipping, his other hand feminizing, but that wasn't the source of his trouble. Sam's chest was warm, nipples throbbing against the sheets as his eyes rose in restrained bliss. It was so hard to keep his eyes on the road as spasms wracked his body, fat slowly surging as his cum splattered sheets suddenly tightened to his body, becoming a fancy red dress and red leather skirt, his legs being squeezed into feminine shapes by red stockings as he let go of the wheel. It all felt too good, his feet stomping with their new heels, accelerating his car as it jumped a curb, slowing to a stop after scraping against a few storefronts.

Samelia was screaming, his cock slamming into the dashboard as half of it was forced inside, his hair a mess as he stumbled out, moaning for help, for release, for clarity.

All he found was Emilia, the horde descending on their almost sister, tearing open his dress to mold his breasts, their caresses styling his hair as he felt himself fading into them, an unbeatable euphoria filling him as they guided his hands to his shrinking nub of a cock.

"Join us!"

"God you look gorgeous!"

"Don't you wanna join the fun?"

"Just push that dirty little worm inside, who needs a cock when you have Emilia?"

"NO! P-Please stop I'm Semil! N-No I mean Semilia! I-I mean-"

Driven by the crowd, his fingers twitched, joined by the others as he pressed his cock inside, screaming her name blissfully as she fingered her pussy vigorously, moaning as her memories gushed out in a spew of clear fluids.

When the horde of Emilia's finished playing with each other they looked around for more victims, but only saw Emilias. Glancing at her car, the former Sam turned to the others, motioning, "Any of you lovely ladies fancy a ride?"

They giggled on the way over to LAX, surprised to find they were the first ones there, so many unique faces and people, so many poor souls not yet brought into the fold. But they'd leave that to the Emilia's that would spawn just from being near them as they breathed and spread the infection. Though it pained them to split apart, giving each other a supportive slap on the ass, there was a much bigger prize on their minds as they each went to a different counter, using their membership rewards to purchase tickets to a different continent each.

It was only right after all. They were international stars, and it just wouldn't do to keep their wonderful selves to just America. They smirked as they went to their different terminals, already hearing people starting to sniffle, hair turning brown or blonde in barely noticeable wisps. In an hour the airport would be chaos, in two hours an orgy and in three it would be the staging ground for their worldwide infection. It was Shakespeare who said all the world's a stage, and every player was about to slip into a new role.