You know this will only end one way and less than desirable for you, regardless of what your crotch is telling you right now.
Leaving them to enjoy each other’s company, you start making your way through your neighborhood, careful not to draw the attention of any nearby mutants, though the cries of pleasure echoing in the air probably has you covered from that.
Now walking down the street alone, you are really happy you held up in your place while the worst of the mutagen outbreak took place. Homes trashed. Cars broken into. An all out sexual riot! Littering the street and front yards are the discarded clothes of most of your neighbors; of those, most if not all of the clothes are torn from transformations and covered in sexual juices. So much juices too! It’s almost comical how much mutant balls must hold and how wet mutant pussy gushes. You are having trouble yourself not being turned on by the evaporating sex juices in the air. Imaging your body transforming, coursing with mutagens, other horny mutants around you exposed and willing, and on top of it all, the air itself thick with the smell of sex. Anyone caught out yesterday is probably fully mutated both body and might. Stepping over a large musky cum pool, it becomes all the more apparent you need to get out now before you share their fate.
where do you go now