Alex ran like hell, leaving the smoking gun behind.
He did not know how he could have been able to shot the transforming man, but he did so. How could he have been able to handle the heavy gun without it's recoil breaking every bone in his arm? He couldn't say.
Breathing hard he raced back into the house to call the police or whoever elso to tell them of the dread infection that took hold in and around his parent's house.
He was infected, too, he knew it. The virus had already started to flod his young body with wave after wave of pleasury arousal and he could not tell how long he would be able to resist the urges that tried to erase his human mind.
The sight of the transforming man he killid some moments ago crept back into Alex' conciousness, as he tired to remain calm while his fingers tried to dial 9-1-1.
It was hopeless as his hands trembles way too much. He was breathing hard.
The man, whose head was no more than a puddle of blood now, had jacked off wildly. His hands had stroked along the whole lenght of his slick doggy cock. Alex' new instincts had instantly told him to suck and caress it, but his humanity had won over the urges and killed the shapeshifting man.
The mere thoughts of the slick cock started another wave of arousal that flushed throughout Alex' body. He moaned and whimpered, but then faced the phone again.
Trying hard to be calm he dialed the right numbers and lifted the telephone reciever to his head.
The beeping on the other end seemed to go on and on endlessly, but in the end a woman spoke. "Police, how can we help you...?"
Alex' heart skipped a beat and he told the woman to get to his parent's house as soon as possible, but all his mouth produces was a series of grunts and barks. He had lost his ability to speak.
"Sir, if this is a fun call, I have to tell you that..." the angry-sounding police officer replied.
Alex dropped the phone to the ground, totally shocked and again flushed by another wave of arousal.
The virus had changed his vocal cords so he would not be able to call for help.
There was no chance for rescue now...
A low growling let Alex spin to watch his behind.
A black shepard stood in the door frame to the adjected room, blocking Alex' exit. His pink doggy cock was nearly fully grown out of it's furry sheat.
Alex gasped as the situation got too tense for his own sake. He did not know what to do now.
Feeling another rush of ecstasy flood through his body, Alex felt a incredible warmth pulsing through his neither regions.
He opened his fly slowly, always watched by the black dog in front of him.
Alex' trmbling fingers opened his trousers and soon he was peeking at the next scary present the virus had made him.
His penis had been transformed into a dog's one.
The transformation had started the same way as it had with all the people before and without really wanting to, Alex touched his furry sheat with his fingertips. It felt so good, so real, so demanding to be put to use.
The dog in front of him sat on his haunches and started licking it's exposed member slowly.
Alex could only stare in amazed wonder, then he continued stroking his own sheat, that had fully integrated itself into his body, totally replacing his human dick. All too soon the slick head of his new doggy cock started to push out of the sheat, splitting open the protecting piece of flesh, growing to a incredible size.
Alex' young mind was more than shocked as it couldn't handle all the new thoughts and feelings that the virus kept spamming though his body.
Slowly he put his fingers around his growing doggy cock...