Van Helsing entered the Peterson's garden silently.
He sneaked though the open rear gate and into a lush green world of plantlife that the Petersons had worked into a nice, serene isle of peace in the middle of a rushing modern world.
But his eyes weren't focused on the plants, trees and flowers as his only goal was to capture the damn infected dog. he had to catch and finally kill the beast so I would not be able to spread it's disease further.
Van Helsing hated the virus that kept transforming humans into sex-crazed dogs.
He was a scientist once, but the government made him a killer when the plague that some of his co-scientists worked on, transformed them into vile beasts, starting the whole mess. He had been told to hunt the virus spreading dogs, all transformed humans, as had been numerous other FBI agents and scientists.
Van Helsing had hunted infected specimen for some weeks now and he even collected some informations on how it spread itself.
The virus could be transported into a new vessel by spit, sperm and sometimes even by touching an infected body. It turned humans into highly intelligent, cunning and sex-crazed dogs. These shapeshifted individuals formed packs and were pushed to spread the virus to other human beings by instinct and pure lust.
When infected the virus started to rewrite the DNA of the sorry human, transforming the victim into a canine within only some minutes. A strong will to regain human shape could help to slow the shapeshifting, but the animalistic instincts always tried to gain the better of the human mind, repressing and erasing it by waves of pure doggy lust.
Most times the sexual organs of the victim were transformed first, as they were a strong part in the shapeshifting process and the former existence of the sorry human... sex and the spreading of the plague would be it's main driving goals later on.
Van Helsing new that because he was infected as well.
The last infected human/dog he killed had spread the virus to the hunter.
It must have happened when Van Helsing blew the sorry beings head off with his .44 magnum that was well hidden in his black leather case. Some of the gibbed remains of the dog's head had splattered on Van Helsing and this had to be the cause of his infection.
He knew that he was infected because his body had shapeshifted itself some bit. Only his strong will to surpess the growing animalistic urges in his soul had stopped the transformation so far.
When the dead doggy bits had hit him, Van Helsing had experienced the power of the virus very soon. His blood seemed to run like lave though his body and he was shivering in pain. Then his penis had shaped change. Within the whim of a second his human penis had transformed itself into a dog's cock hidden within a furry sheat.
Now he felt the bony cock deep within himself like a burning lance... urging him to release it, stroke it, put it to use...
The infection tried to push another animalistic urge through Van Helsing's body, but his mind blocked the sweet emotions. His cock seemed to scream for release.
Van Helsing continued his silent passage though the Peterson's garden as he heard a all too familiar sound... a dog... panting.
Slowly he opened his black leather case to retrieve his .44 magnum, slowly turning to get a glimpse of the dog.
He placed the case on the ground in front of him and readied the gun.
Van Helsing's gaze observed the garden, trying to spot the infected beast, but it hid itself well... where was it, he had to get a fast shot or... or what...?
Suddenly the dog stood in front of Van Helsing. It was a big, black furred german shepard and it seemed to smile at him. It's slick red cock was emerged of it's furry sheat by it's full lenght.
Van Helsing gasped and pointed his gun at the beast, taking aim.
His heart started to hammer and sweat started to cover his forehead.
Slowly his finger started to pull on his .44's trigger.
Something happened deep within Van Helsing's mind. Perhaps it was the virus that had crept itself into a better attacking position or the urged it sent throughout his body won the battle over his mind, but within the whim of a moment the hunter started to get aroused.
Staring at the dog's canine member Van Helsing started to breath faster. His hand, still aiming the gun, started to shake slightly.
He tried to regain his willpower as he recogniced that something very strange was happening to him, but Van Helsing's effords came too late as the virus finally flushed into his whole body.
The gun dropped to the ground as Van Helsing started to moan. The sight of the slick red doggy cock was to much for him to handle.
Than, finally, his own dog cock started to push itself out of it's furry sheat.
It felt incredible and without noticing it, Van Helsing opened the fly of his trousers to get a grip of his growing member.
Van Helsing's nose got a glimpse of the shepard's scent... this only enhanced his arousal.
Finally ending his fight against the virus he put his shaking hands on his own slick doggy cock, starting to stroke it slowly. It felt so wonderful... every human emotion started to fade away as Van Helsing rubbed away on his cock...