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16 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 22, 2020
Alexa felt a rush of excitement every time she picked up the Corona sample, like a pulsating, erect penis, desperate to unleash its devastation on anyone who touched it.
In fact, all of him was… green. And he was covered in small, green bumps, which sciencey people like Alexa called spike proteins.
‘Or should I ask… what you are?’
He nodded, his bustling neck muscles contorting. ‘Are you… the virus?’
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘You’re Coronavirus? COVID-19?’
‘Yes.’
‘What happened to Dr Gurtlychund?’
‘I consumed him.’
The virus opened his hand and Alexa nestled her cheek into it. It was like laying on a warm, welcoming pillow. Soft and strong. Dreamy and happy. Some other nice things she couldn’t even describe. ‘I’m sorry, Dr Gurtlychund,’ she whispered. ‘He’s gone,’ said the virus. ‘I’m here now.’
‘What’s your name?’ she asked.
‘Call me Covid,’ he said.
And he spun her over, clamping his hands down on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide so he could thrust his warbling member deep into her pocket of ecstasy.
A firm hand cracked against her ass and Covid grunted like a thunderclap. He filled her with love lotion, which oozed out instantly and spread right across the floor..
She had listened to her heart, and vagina, and allowed herself to succumb to Covid’s charm. She had ignored what her head had said, the dread, and instead… she had embraced love.
She lay still and listened to Covid’s heart.
And she closed her eyes.
And she rested.
And rested.
And—



‘What’s your name?’ she asked. ‘Call me Covid,’ he said.
"A shock of electricity coursed through her veins, eventually stopping as it reached her vagina. It was like she’d sat on a battery."
"What was this feeling? A warmth, both inside and out. Bubbly, like cola, ran through her veins."
"Alexa had huge boobies, a thicc ass and nice legs,"
"His strong brow. Piercing blue eyes. Supple lips. A wide jaw, like the trunk of a car. Bulky, thick shoulders. A flat stomach. A bulge in his trousers the size of a medium-length python. Legs. And presumably feet,"
"It had been so long since Alexa had been with a man that the virus was the only thing she could get near to which gave her any sort of thrill."
She was supposed to cure the Coronavirus.
Instead...she fell in love with it.
⓵ What the fuck would make humanity come up with the idea of this book?
⓶ What the fuck would make humanity go ahead and write this book?
⓷ What the fuck would make humanity want to read this book?
⓸ What the fuck does this book mean for humanity and the future of this species’ life as an occupant of the Solar System and the cosmos?

Question #1: What the fuck would make humanity come up with the idea of this book?

Despite the devastation the virus was causing across the globe, Alexa felt a rush of excitement every time she picked up the Corona sample, like a pulsating, erect penis, desperate to unleash its devastation on anyone who touched it.
Merika: u alive?
Bestie: Duh yes
Bestie: What’s up?
Merika: my dick
Merika: oh wait, i dont have one
Bestie: Gee Mer *face palms*
Merika: gahhh dunno i just had a thought tho
Bestie: Really? What
Merika: so remember how u said yesterday that this virus is fucking us all
Bestie: Yeah?
Merika: well what if that fucking was actually, u kno, enjoyable
Bestie: What
Merika: but that would mean the virus would need a dick, the one i dont have
Bestie: What the
Merika: sooo itd need to be a guy
Bestie: Mer actual people are dying
Merika: how about the virus hulking out
Bestie: What the fuck, are you even listening to me?
Merika: and maybe a scientist falls in love with the subject of study and experiment
Bestie: I’ve heard that before
Merika: yup shape of water 💦 i mean how wet was that
Bestie: Why am I even friends with you
Merika: what if the scientist woman is already wet for the virus specimen so when it becomes a true man its jus true lurrvee
Merika: lolollll this is so funny
Bestie: Yes like your precious Bunny Suicides
Merika: ikr gah so disturbingly hilarious
Bestie: I think I need a brainwash, don’t talk to me for 24 hours
Merika: cmooon
Merika: whered u go
Merika: gahhh

Question #2: What the fuck would make humanity go ahead and write this book?

...all of him was…green. And he was covered in small, green bumps, which sciencey people like Alexa called spike proteins.
“Then…who are you?” asked Alexa.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know who you are?”
“I think so,” he said.
He was strong, but soft. Assertive, yet caring. Alexa’s clitoris floundered.
A shock of electricity coursed through her veins, eventually stopping as it reached her vagina. It was like she’d sat on a battery.
She had listened to her heart, and vagina, and allowed herself to succumb to Covid’s charm. She had ignored what her head had said, the dread, and instead…she had embraced love.

Question #3: What the fuck would make humanity want to read this book?

It had been so long since Alexa had been with a man that the virus was the only thing she could get near to which gave her any sort of thrill.

Question #4: What the fuck does this book mean for humanity and the future of this species’ life as an occupant of the Solar System and the cosmos?


⚠️ COVID-19 is not a joke and has, by latest reports, taken the lives of one million people worldwide. Read WHO’s advice for public and tips for health and safety at the workplace and make sure to watch their video explaining five things to know about COVID-19 transmission. If you or anyone you know are showing symptoms or experiencing anxiety because of it, please contact professionals immediately. ⚠️






“What’s your name?’ she asked.
‘Call me Covid,’ he said.”

“She was supposed to cure the Coronavirus. Instead…she fell in love with it.”

Despite the devastation the virus was causing across the globe, Alexa felt the rush of excitement every time she picked up the Corona sample, like a pulsating, erect penis, desperate to unleash its devastation on anyone who touched it.
Alexa tightened her grip on the tube. She imagined it had veins pumping blood to keep it hard for her. She thought about the power. She touched the test tube to her wet lips
…he spun her over, clamping his hands down on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide so he could trust his warbling member deep into her pocket of ecstasy.

