When Colin came to, he realized that he was tied to a bed covered in red satin sheets. In the same room, there was a vanity with neatly packed cases of make up. Over near the other wall was a rack full of skimpy looking bikinis, tube tops, thongs, and short shorts, just a few feet away from a door with the name "Isis Strip Club" painted on it.
"Oh no..." Colin said as he realized the implications.
"Ohhhh no no no no..." Colin continued as a busty blonde with tan skin walked in. As soon as she saw him, she strode over, removing her bikini top and thong in to smooth motions.
"OHHHHHH NO..." Colin hopelessly said as the woman pulled down his pants, fingered her moist pussy, and lept onto him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...." Colin wailed out in dismay as the infected woman drew his penis inside of her and began thrusting up and down.
By that point, the infection began to transform him. In half in hour, Cailin, a new stripper sporting long black hair and size DD breasts took the stage. From there, she
would become Isis' most popular pole dancer and even gain recognition by the now overrun Playboy mansion.
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Game Over - Humanity is doomed, but hey, you're famous! Yay you!