"I'll stay with her," Colin said as he pulled the woman up towards him, " You guys deal with the shady priest."
The other two nodded as Saul handed Jimmy a crowbar from underneath a matress that was tucked away in the opposite corner of the room. Saul cracked his knuckles as the two went up the stairs and got into position, ready to knock Juan out.
Colin gazed back at the girl laying in his arms. She appeared to be Native American, judging by her nose, skin, and the beaded necklace she wore. She moaned as Colin shifted in place, and Colin realized why as a small spurt of sticky fluid covered his hand that was close to the girls rear. Unbeknownst to Juan, this girl he brought here to "redeem" had already been infected by her sister when said girl kissed her on the lips, and the virus was finally kicking in. The girl's buttocks rapidly swelled up, raising her off the palm of Colin's hand by at least four inches, maybe five. Colin slid back as the girl plopped against the wall, her chest pulsating as her breasts rose with pressure, rapidly growing from B to triple D, thus ripping her shirt and bra in half. The girl gained conciseness from the pain and began asking questions:
"Where am I? W-what is this place? W-who aaarrrre you? An-And why...."
Her waist narrowed out as she tossed her destroyed top and bra aside.
"whyyyy...."
She stood up as her hair grew out so long it touched the floor, after she grew tall enough to stand eye level with the terrified gamer. He legs shaped up, her nipples loudly popped as the became erect, and her lips plumped up; this girl now looked like a pin up some cowboy would keep in his room.
"oooohhh... Why aren't you fucking me?" the girl moaned as she rushed at Colin.
Colin's screams caused the other two men to turn around and they saw the nude woman cram her right breast into his mouth and jam his dick inside herself. Colin wailed as the virus began to take over his body, his hair already growing out. Before the change could get much further, two gunshots rang out as Colin and the bimbo fell dead.
Smoke arose from Juan's 45 Cailiber adorned with a cross design, as he had not only killed the infector and infectee, but the two men trying to escape as well.
"What a shame..." Juan said ".... oh well. Not all escape the lord's wrath."
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