Colin slung one assault rifle over his shoulder and readied the second.
The gamer looked his mother right in the eyes and said, "Okay, I'm gonna try and jump her. If something goes wrong, run."
The middle-aged woman nodded.
The gamer took a few quiet breathes, clenched his grip around the handle, and jolted up from behind the shelf of crackers ready to kill. But, there was no bimbo in sight, just a wine bottle with a cracked neck spilling the red stuff all over the floor.
'Where'd she go?' Colin thought in confusion.
"Mom the coast is- OH MY GOD, MOM!" Colin shouted.
"Mmmmmph! UMMMMMPH!" the blonde cried out as the drunk redhead bimbo forcibly jammed her tongue in her mouth.
The gamer shot the bimbo off of her, but it was far too late.
Stretch marks faded as body fat went from her stomach and thighs to her breasts and butt.
"AAAAAAHHHH AHHHHHHHH!" Mrs. Greys cried out in agony as her tender breasts swelled to H Cups and ripped her bra in two. She went onto her knees and shook uncontrollably as her waist shrunk and her ass swelled up to a size beyond comprehension. Her nails grew long, her skin softened up, her lips plumped to an alluring pout, her legs grew long and sleek, and her hair grew down past her back while turning platinum blonde.
"No... God, N-no." Colin stammered as his transformed mother ditzly giggled.
"Awww, does somebody need mommy's titties?" the new bimbo Mrs. Greys purred, moaning as she kneaded her ridiculously swollen boobs despite being covered in the blood of her infector.
"N-No, GOD PLEASE NO!" Colin cried out as...