You've abandoned Sarah for your own petty survival, and you've watched as several others transform in front of your eyes. You can keep running, or you can try and stop the infection before it spreads any further. This young man--now a young woman--doesn't have to end up with the same fate as the others. Maybe you can still help him. Just as long as you don't let any fluids mix, you should be safe, right? If you're careful, maybe you can talk some sense into her. This is the only thing that keeps you from bolting out of there any way you can.“Hey, you’re okay,” you try to tell the woman. She smiles and giggles. “Of course I’m okay. But you can help me feel better…” She pulls herself to her feet, beads of cum dripping her pussy. She starts to suck on the finger she was using to masturbate herself with, eyeing you. “Wanna taste?”It’s too late. She blocks the way to the door. You’ll have to push her away if you want to escape the room as a male. You scan the eyes for the room, looking for something to use as a weapon. You end up picking up a coffee table and ramming it into the woman, catching her between the furniture’s legs.“Heyyyy!” the woman protests. “Baby… don’t be mad…”You back her against the wall. She doesn’t resist, giggling and licking her lips, massaging her luscious left breast with a hand. “My turn!” she suddenly shriekes and all at once she grabs the coffee table. With a single thrust, she pushes it back against your body with an inhuman force. You feel your ribs crack, but you don’t have time to think about it as you are lifted off your feet and tumble in a heap on the carpet. Your shoulder feels broken, your spine shoots with pain when you try to sit up, and your leg is twisted at an odd angle. You can’t move your body at all. The woman slowly dances up to you and lowers herself to the carpet, grinning lustily. You don’t have the strength to resist as she fumbles at your pants, tearing them away without concern of your injuries. Despite your aching body, you can’t help it as your cock starts to stiffen in anticipation. The woman pokes your cock through your underwear and begins to run her tongue over the tip gently.“I’m gonna make you feel all better,” she laughs, teasing your balls with her fingers. She wraps her lips around your cock and begins to slide up and down, her warm, wet tongue pressing firmly against your manhood. Within thirty seconds you can’t hold back an orgasm and ejaculate deep into her throat. You’ve forgotten about the pain. It’s going away. Your entire body feels relaxed and a little bit tingly. Your skin feels warm like clay, malleable in the woman’s fingers. As she runs her tongue around your crotch, licking up any cum that she couldn’t swallow, you feel your cock begin to shrink. Your hips crack as the bones underneath them widen, sending sharp pains running up your body. But the pain is offset by pleasure. You feel your hair tumble down and watch in a trancelike fascination as two soft mounds fill out your shirt. Before long you have two massive E cup breasts, topped by two sensitive nipples. The woman looks up at your. “Boobies!” she exclaims and starts to rub them. She slides her fingers up your shirt and begins to massage them. Your mind fogs as the pleasure overwhelms your senses. You feel a finger rubbing a new sensitive spot on your smooth crotch, not realizing you’re masturbating yourself. You spend some time like this, lost in erotic bliss. You don’t care who you are. You don’t even remember. You just want to spend a lifetime wrapped in the woman’s arms, orgasming repeatedly. But the woman rolls off of you, leaving you unsatisfied and aching for more.“I want more yummy penis crème. Wanna come?” she asks. You sit up, imagining yourself swishing hot semen between your teeth. “Yep!” you chirp. Bottomless, you follow the woman outside