Face to face

You are face to face with the zombie. Well, damn it all. She lies on top of you as your bruised and injured body aches from the tumble. In an awful mimickry of love, you lock eyes with her, the soulless visage before you a glimpse into your soon-to-be future, and terror sets in as you realize the predicament you find yourself in. You struggle to get away, but then she seals your fate, planting a kiss on your lips. At once, your muscles relax, a renewed wave of delirium washing over you. You're not sure what's going on, and you can't form the thoughts to resist any longer. Maybe it would be better to just let whatever is about to happen, happen.

The zombie on top of you shifts positions. Moving her legs out, positioning her feet next to your head and kneeling down on top of your face, she lowers her soaking wet pussy right into you, giving you a faceful of her butt. You're hardly bothered by it. Her infectious pussy juice covers your face, the delectable poison soaking right into your flesh and giving you more and more of the virus.

Well, screw it. You're going to turn anyway, so you might as well enjoy your last moments while they last. With your tongue, you begin licking the zombie's cold, slimy labia, suckling at her folds and teasing at her clitoris. She groans approvingly, her zombified mind always being eager and happy to receive sexual attention from her victim. With your hands, you grab the zombie's ass and actually pull her closer into you as you relish the cunnilingus you are so willingly providing. And then, she cums.

Naturally, zombie pussy juice has the highest concentration of virus out of any bodily fluid a zombie has. The sheer amount you're taking in is enough to fully transform you even without physical stimulation, and the quantity she sprays into you takes you fully over the edge. The unnatural arousal you build up inside you is enough to cause the conversion process to begin entirely on its own. Your brain is actually the first to go, grey matter breaking down and disintegrating in real time while you continue to eat, and of course, changing the flesh on your face and head to a zombified blue-grey shade. Before the infection has even reached your breasts, your eyes are already showing their white, milky, infected color. Luckily, the virus won't touch the parts of your brain responsible for pleasure or sex, so you continue to pleasure the other zombie, all the while enjoying every second of it.

The ripple of blue flesh quickly comes to take over the rest of your body. Reaching your sopping wet cunt, you get the orgasm you deserved in life, your newly infected muscles spasming in response to the first climax of your brand new life. Gushing your approval into your ruined panties, you finish turning, every cell of your body down to the tips of your toes being totally and fully converted to zombie meat. You're nothing more than a walking, fucking body, and every instant of it is pure bliss.

Two zombies get up, and shamble away.