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Alyssa and Bethany gasp as spit flies out of Nelson’s now ungagged mouth. Her dildo flies across the room and lands on the ground with a solid *THUNK*. Her chin and breasts are wet with saliva, glistening under the bright fluorescent lights.

Their surprise turns to horror when they hear your chair scoot loudly next to her. It’s been a full hour since you came in Nelson’s throat, and the virus inside of you has awakened. You arch your wrists and break the arms of your chair off with a loud *SNAP*. You turn to Alyssa, who is kneeled at your feet, and grab a chestnut lock of her soft, conditioned hair, and pull her up to your now very angry cock. Wrapping your fingers around her ears, you attempt to penetrate her firmly shut lips.

Deprived of her throat’s security blanket and obviously empowered by your bold escape, Nelson returns to her frenzied, zombie-like state, attempting to smash her chair by hopping off the ground. *CRASH. CRASH.* After the third leap, the joints begin to crack. Dr Bethany, in a panic, begins hyperventilating.

“What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do what are we gonna DO?!!!” She weeps. “Two patients, one doctor, and one nurse. 3 holes. One of us takes each patient. Nelson will be the easiest one to subdue. Then we move on, make David cum and restrain him again.” She rises with a look of confidence on her face. “Alyssa! I need you to distract David for me while I get Nelson back to normal. Can you do that?”

Alyssa looks up at her proudly. “Resident Nurse Alyssa, reporting for duty!” She chirps through teeth. She takes a deep breath through her nose before opening her mouth wide. *SCHLURP*. You immediately **** yourself to the back of her throat and hold her there, pulling your head back so you can see her eyes. Twin strands of snot shoot out of her nose.

Dr Bethany sprints to the other side of the room, attempting to stifle Nelson before she can escape her confines. She snatches the dildo and duct tape off the floor and jogs back over. Unfortunately, she doesn’t make it in time. Nelson’s chair shatters with a loud *CRASH*.

Now freed from her restraints, the infected zombie has only one thing on her mind: cock. And unfortunately for Alyssa, the only cock in this room is currently hilted in her throat. Terrified, she attempts to flee, only your sweaty, hairy hands prevent her from doing so. Nelson bellows in rage as she prepares to charge, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest.