Grinning victorious, Van Helsing put back his still smoking gun into his black leather case.
He had a way to fight the beasts now, he just had to blow their sexual reproduction organs away... it was as easy as it could get.
Taking thought on which target would be his next, he felt his heart beat faster again.
Was it the rush of victory or was it... oh, sweet arousal.
Without any of the past warning signals the virus had crept back into Van Helsing's DNA codes.
He should have thought twice! The virus was no mere magic that could be purged with the destruction of some other being, it was a terrible infection that took hold in the cells of the afflicted human.
It was uncurable!
Moaning and totally out of any control Van Helsing shed his trousers again... as his growing instincts demanded him to.
His penis was already changing to it's destined shape, as fur crept over the doggy sheat that formed around his transforming member.
Sweet arousal swept through his body has he slowly caressed his slick doggy cock out of it's sheat with trembling fingers.
There was no rescue, no cure... there was no hope of release from the virus that had returned with full force and took Van Helsing's body as it's own.
Without control and full of arousal the hunter rubbed along the whole lenght of his doggy cock...