Disgusted and exilerated, John found himself imagining it was a huge cock, just for him. Moaning and squirming on the side of the road, John, now an absolute hot young babe, didn't know what to do. Even as she empaled herself on the bottle's long neck, John... now Joan found herself puzzling out what was happening. Somehow he had been changed to a..a she.. and the only thing that could have done it was... was the BEER! Yanking the beer bottle from her sex Joan threw it far away. Suddenly noticing that there were two headlights in the distance comming that way. Realizing that her transformation was no accident Joan leaped to her feet. "Dad!" She exclaimed, hurrying off into the woods in the direction Mike had gone. "Dad!" She called, but Mike was nowhere to be found. So as the headlights came closer, Joan ran and jumped into a large patch of bushes next to the road. It was a sherrif's car this time and the sherrif and Zeke got out and went to the car. Picking up the empty beer bottle, the big man sniffed it.
"Smells like they converted alright, but looks like we got a couple of runners." He grunted to the sheriff.
"I told Glen that batch needed to be stronger!" The sheriff grunted. "If he'd listened we'd have a couple of sleeping breeders right now!"
"No use cryin' about it." Zeke grunted. "You look south I'll take the north." Quickly the pair split up and began to search.
The forest was dark and getting darker as Joan stumbled along through it. But just as she was about to think she was totally lost, the tree's ended and she ran out into a open field. In the distance she could yes the lights of a broke down old farm house. Unsure what to do, Joan decided to head towards the lights, she was scared and paranoid. Having seen and over heard Zeke and the cop, but figured she could at least steal a truck or car and get back home. Slowly she snuck up towards the old farm house, she was almost to the beat up old pickup when a dog began to bark. Suddenly a door swung open and a old farmer carrying a double barrel shotgun stomped out.
"You bastards better leave my place and get back to town...or I'll blast ya to kingdom come!" He ranted into the darkness. "I don't bother you so's you aint got no call to come bothering me!" So he knows something strange is going on in that town! Joan thought. Maybe I've found someone who'll help.
"Down shoot...please." She called. "I'm not from town me and my family were just passing throught." "They've got my folk's and they're looking for me!" "I need help!"
"I don't believe a word of it!" The old farmer yelled. Were suddenly a soft female voice called.
"Now papa..she's in trouble them townies are tryin' to get her." "We gotta help." The old farmer turned and looked at the pretty young girl standing in the doorway and scowled, but uncocked the shotgun.
"Well....ok but come out here in the light so's I can see ya first."
"Ok...I'm coming out don't shoot!" Joan called stepping out into the light.
"Well yer and odd lookin' sort that fer sure." The old man said as he looked the pierced and tattooed teenager over shrudly. Joan wasn't sure how much she liked the old man's words, but she was to scared and confused to retort. The old farmer looked her over shrudely. "Damn girl you sure aint from around here! He admitted. "Ok you can come in... but be quick around it I see headlight down on the road."