"Heeeeeelp meeeeee..." the figure moaned, a man losing age as he gripped his chest in pain.
By the looks of the position of his legs, his dick was long gone. His hips had already rounded out, but his *ahem* butt was still flat. His waist was thinner, but not feminized, and his hair barely went past his shoulders.
"Pleeeeaaase.... he-heeeelp me." He/She groaned, cluching at a pair of slowly growing mounds.
"What do you expect? A cure out of my ass?" Colin asked.
"Noooo..." the man/woman said, their voice getting squeakier by the second, as they gazed towards Colin's pistol, ".... thaaat kind o-of heeeelp."
Colin immediately knew what the fading man turning bimbo was asking for, as he/she clutched a pair of B cup breasts that continued to grow.
"I'm on my last two bullets before I need to reload, and the shot will draw attention...."
"AUUUUUUUGH!!!! P-pleeeaaaasee.. k-KILL MEEEEEEEEE!" The victim moaned, now unmistakably female with fully grown in DD breasts, a rear slowly pushing her off the floor as it inflated, and a waist that drew inward.
Seeing as he had no other choice, Colin pulled back the hammer, looked away, and pulled the trigger.
The loud BANG and splash of blood against the wall was indication enough that Colin had landed a headshot, the near fully transformed victim's face splattered on the wall.
Colin could hear curious 'hmmm?' s and giggling coming for a bit away, so he went to load his gun up. Without warning a bimbo lept onto him, the same that infected the attendant, and drug him behind a shelf where thumping, slurping, and masculine groans that turned to feminine moans could be heard.
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Game Over: Rule #1 of Zombie apocalypses and thus the bimbo apocalypse: NEVER ASSUME THERE'S ONLY ONE ZOMBIFIED (or Bimbofied in this case) PERSON IN THE AREA!