"What are you doing..." Andrea managed to hiss out through the oncoming pain of what's been done to her. She looked at you with less animosity and more confusion; you turned your own lizardman body to the side away from her, partly to try to tell her than you're still human in mind, partly because you can feel your reptilian dicks quiver and pulse, wanting to release at the sight of your crush now exposed and about to be turned -- definitely not the way you wanted to tell her how you feel about her, and at any rate pointing them that way meant anything that came out would land in the sink. You even slid a convenient stack of binders so that she didn't have to see them, and try to say "Sorry" even though all that came out of your lizard maw is a low growl that she has no way of understanding.
You can't take your eyes off Andrea, though. Regardless of whether your makeshift antidote worked, this would probably be the last time you would see her in human form. Her long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, those hands which have now turned into lizard ones as the scales make their way up her arms...she grunts as she tries to resist what she believes is her last moments as a human (which, of course, you hope otherwise).
Then it starts. Despite her plea of "No..." Andrea lets out a sultry moan as she brought a hand up to her breasts, feeling them expand out to E-cup size with a mix of horror and lust as they made tears in her military uniform before they are exposed, the nipples leaking reptilian milk before dark green scale began to grow there as well. Her boots and pants suffer similar fates as her feet and legs fall to the reptilian changes as well; although it was clear now that she was becoming a lizardwoman whose limbs weren't as large as males like you they were still larger than a normal human's which her clothing could not fully contain as they teared down seams and exposed the changing limbs and march of the accursed reptilian scales.
You kept looking since you couldn't turn away, meaning your baser horny male reptilian instincts were pushing hard at watching your desired mate come into her own -- no! Not the time, your human brain shot back. Undeterred, your two dicks shot out another batch into the sink as you see Andrea's new tail break free and grow longer, exposing her privates just as the mutations reach there. All you can do is watch as her vagina twists and stretches around into a reptile's cloaca, her other hand -- now a full lizardperson's claw -- reaching down and rubbing the area as Andrea's cries grew more guttural, more lizardlike as her hips began bucking. Her new cloaca begins to look visibly moist like her enlarged breasts.
Your human side tries not to panic, trying not to lose control of the situation -- you try speaking to Andrea to get her to focus. It comes out as a series of growls, groans, and clicks, but you don't have much choice.
By now the scales have made it up to her neck. Andrea has hee head leaning back against the wall, panting hard from the whole ordeal: the shock of turning, the fear of becoming mindless, the physical exhaustion from all the changes in such a short time, the heightened sex drive. You let out a low groan of desperation as you watch her reptilian snout develop and hair begin to fall like yours did: In truth, you're not all that sure you can say that -- everything's been so chaotic the past several minutes. But this just has to work. Your co-workers are likely all dead or turned, the military is a crapshoot at best, the outside world is getting worse by the hour...you don't know what you'd do if you lost Andrea too.
Finally, the last bit of the human Andrea once was -- her blue eyes -- turn into lizard ones, and she let out a screech as she squeezes her breasts to shoot out twin jets of reptilian milk while her cloaca spritz out as well; all you can do is shut your eyes and try to ride along as the smell causes your own reptilian dicks to climax into the sink as well. You took a moment to regain control of yourself and check your escape route in case this didn't work before turning back to the now-lizardwoman Andrea, breathless and leaning back against the door.
She blinked and turns to look at you, her face showing the primal look of an animal in heat, but not the predatory look you had seen on all the other lizardpeople. Then you see her maw open: She looks down at her new body, the terror and confusion in her reptilian voice apparent:
You can barely contain your joy and relief: it worked! Andrea's still human where it really counts.
She looks back at you.
You grab your ID off the table and show it to her.
It's obvious Andrea couldn't believe the hulk male lizardman was you.
Your dicks decided that that was the time to pour cold water on your joy by stiffening up and throbbing again at the sight of Andrea's new (admittedly attractive) lizardwoman form -- you had to turn to the side and try to cover them up, and you'd swear that you were blushing if reptiles could actually do that.
Andrea herself seemed to try to keep her eyes looking up at yours for the same reason.
You nodded. You glance guiltily at your prominent maleness for a moment.
Andrea looked back down tentatively at her new body.
You nodded.