Colin gulped in dismay; he could shoot the bimbos easy... the virus made them mindless, infectious, left them too far gone. But this was just an old man, fending for himself! Could he do it? WOULD he do it?
Colin struggled and strained, but couldn't bring himself to shoot. He turned to the sliding glass door behind him as something squeaked. It was the hard nipples of a topless bimbo pressing her DD breasts against the glass.
'Maybe.... I don't have to...' the gamer thought.
He saw that the latch was open a tugged it gently.
An old man's scream filled the air along with the excited moans of the lusty woman bearing down on him as he thrashed around. Colin shot the infectious bimbo clean through the back and watched the man rather easily push her off. His hair had turned bright blonde, his skin smooth and soft, and his lips plumped up as breast milk flowed down his chin. He sat there confused as his eyelashes grew longer and his jawline receded.
"Wha- AH!" the man yelped as his groin pulled inwards and his rear began to swell up. Colin watched in suspense as the old timer's crotch flattened as his rear ballooned out into a supple bubble butt. "His" hips cracked as they bowed out and his waist bowed in, his hands turning smooth and dainty.
"Oh my god." the victim uddered while their nipples puffed up.
"Ohhhhhhh....."
The flesh around the nipples rippled and pushed forth, straining against the shirt until the buttons popped off.
"OH MY GAWD!" the new bimbo blurted as she cupped her C cups (most of her fat went to her big round booty).
Colin shot without a moment of hesitation, grabbing the guns and heading back to Jack's... this was enough for one day.