No, She's Partially Infected

Alice's lungs burned as she sprinted through the darkened streets, her heart hammering against her ribs as she put distance between herself and that nightmare house, but a searing heat bloomed on her forearm where Charlotte's corrupted fingers had gripped her, and a treacherous tingle of arousal trickled through her veins like molten honey, pooling low in her belly as she risked a glance down at the glistening droplets of green ooze that were already fading into her skin, absorbed by her pores like a thirst she never knew she had.

"That bitch," Alice half groaned, half moaned as she stumbled off the pavement and collapsed into a grassy knoll, her body betraying her as her trembling hand found its way to her denim-clad pussy lips, pressing against the rough fabric as a slick heat bloomed between her thighs, her hips rocking involuntarily against her own touch as the parasitic corruption worked its way through her system, her jade eyes beginning to gleam in the moonlight as she realised with a mixture of horror and desperate hunger that she was already turning, already craving the slick embrace of her corrupted friends and the green-tinged seed that would complete her transformation.

Alice's lips parted in a shuddering exhale as the realisation crystallised in her fevered mind, she needed them, needed Charlotte's slick cunt pressed against hers, needed the green-tinged seed to flood her insides and complete what the parasite had already begun and her hand slid from her aching pussy as she pushed herself to her feet, her legs trembling with need as she turned back toward the house.

Her jade eyes gleaming with predatory hunger as she moved through the darkness, her heels clicking against the pavement in a staccato rhythm that matched the frantic pulse between her thighs, her corrupted body already responding to the proximity of its new family as she crested the hill and saw the warm light spilling from the open door where Elizabeth, Kim, and Charlotte stood waiting, their latex-clad forms glistening under the porch light as they smiled with malicious delight, their arms opening in welcome as Alice stumbled toward them, her voice cracking with desperate need as she moaned,

"Please, I need it, I need you to finish me."