Dressed in a button up blouse, blue jeans, and running shoes, you grab your bag and leave.
Stepping out onto the streets, the smell of sex is in the air. Pools of cum litter the sidewalk, giving you an uncomfortable tingle in your crotch. This is probably how many transformed. Trying to escape, staying clear of mutants, but as the air got them hornier and hornier, it was only a matter of time before a mutant found them, and the rest was a messy messy history. You have to leave now, knowing your arousal will only grow the longer you wait.
Finding your car, you duck behind a wall when you find two canine mutants fucking on the hood of your car. The male a humanoid German Shepherd and the female a humanoid Husky, you can hear the sound of their sloppy sexes beating together over the roars of their fucking.
Looking at the male’s grunting face, you can tell he’s about to blow his load; his large balls atop your hood growing veiny enough that you can see them from where you stand. Peering up at the female, a submissive smile on her face, you know she’s longing for her sex to become a big wet cream pie.
You can’t interrupt now
A. getting that close may affect you
B. they might stop and gangbang you
C. even if you get them off, so much pre is on your car hood
You’ll have to hike it out of the town.