Crushed hope

Your shoulders slumping, you start walking, not even bothering to look back at the house you were just at.

What did I really expect anyway? You knew the likely price of getting the cure when you knocked on that door. Cringing inwardly at the thought of what you would have had to do, you pick up the pace, intent to put some distance between yourself and the house.

You're so wrapped up in your own thoughts as you walk, you hardly notice as the sky darkens into the evening.

By the time its fully dark outside, your clothes are starting to feel uncomfortable. Your cock is throbbing hard and straining uncomfortably in your pants. You expect that its at least a little larger than it had been before. The fabric brushing across your chest is making you acutely aware of how sensitive your chest has become, and how your chest has developed tinly breasts.

Realizing that there's no turning back at this point, you drop your pack in the middle of the street. A few paces further down the street, you reach into your pants to adjust your raging hardon.

The simple act of touching your penis is enough to make you moan. Just that simple touch felt better than any orgasm you had experienced in your life. With a conscious effort, you avoid touching it a second time.

A sound to your right draws your attention. You see an Infected less than half a block away, looking right at you as if trying to decide if you are prey or not.

Looking at the Infected, you are surprised to discover that you aren't scared of the fact that you are changing into one of them.

Your hand brushes over your chest, pulling at your shirt. Your nipples are puffier than they had been before, hardening almost painfully. Frantically, you tear your shirt from your body, sighing with relief as the cool air touches your sensitive flesh.

You groan at the way your cock strains at your pants, your hands moving to unbuckle your pants. Within seconds, you find yourself standing in the street, wearing only a pair of socks. Even the cool evening air against your skin is enough to drive your arousal slowly higher.

Glancing back down the street towards the Infected, you see it still looking your way, oddly, it still hasn't made a move towards you.

Could I really be that far gone already? You wonder.

For several seconds, you feel a nearly overwhelming need to find someone, or something to fuck.