Shoot, and don't stop shooting!

You point the shotgun at the monstrocity, and pull the trigger. Click-click. It's empty. Shit. By now, they have blocked your paths of exit, forming a ring around you with a few metres gap. The giant mutated infected lumbers towards you, each step shaking the ground and leaving footbprints in the dry earth.

It (they?) cackles. "Just like... the other man. (Other. OTHER! Yes.)" It now stands over you, its maw roaring, hitting you with flecks of spit. "Now JOIN! (Yes yes, join, you, JOIN!)" The other infected just stand away from it's movements. It swings it's massive arm to grab you, but you dodge it, it's fist leaving a crack in the concrete. It's strong, but it's not the fastest, however it's only a matter of time before you slip up. You hit the hand resting on the ground with the butt of the shotgun, but it's fingers curl around it. You struggle to pull it away, but you lose your grip, and it snaps it into splinters in the palm of it's hand. "Grow tired (Lazy! Sleepy! Sluggish!)... of this..." It smashes the asphalt once more, this time on purpose. Waves roll from the point of impact, and you're thrown off your feet, smacking hard on the ground. Before you can roll away, it pins you down with it's palm, it's fingers like bars in a prison cell.

"Caught you!" It cries happily. You can feel its strange malable skin drooping onto your clothes, puffs of vapor burning away where the droplets land. It seeps through your skin, a strange, warm, pleasurable, sensation, not unlike having one too many sherries to drink, but more so, more rapid, like it's all happening in the span of seconds. Your mind goes cloudy, the concoction of chemicals somehow messing with your brain. You feel a tiny... seed plant itself in your mind. It whispers, chatters, speaks about how it feels good to be one being, one form, that you're welcome to join, that it feels good. You don't resist, it's more like you're willingly giving yourself up (not that you had a choice in the first place), as your body slowly gets absorbed into it's mass. It feels like entering a large moist and warm, almost burning, sleeping bag. You don't fuse immediatly as you thought you would, but rather your body is slowly squeezed through it's body towards the belly, where you pop out into a tight stomach like area, your body in the fetal position. You're not alone in there. You stare directly into anothers face, their expression stuck in endless orgasms, as they moan and rub their non existing sex with their remaining arm. It looks at you momentarily, and then looks at what it really wants; your throbbing member. It grabs your cock with it's hand, so glad that they have finally someone else to pleasure, even if for just a moment, as the stomach starts to fill up with something that looks, feels, and smells like cum. It's probably cum. The sticky white liquid envelops you, a stinging tingly sensation covering every inch of skin. You feel the arm rubbing you, sliding its palm from the base to the tip with experianced precision, it's who knows how long imprisonment in the stomach giving it lots of time to practice.

"Cum and join..." the face whispers to you between orgasmic moans, "it feels... gooooood..." You cum, your seed mixing with the other fluids you're sitting in, covering its hand which it quickly laps up like a rabid animal that has come across an oasis in the desert. You feel your last thoughts, your last resistance, leave with your cum, and you give in completely, your mind becoming one with the monstrosity. Over the next weeks and months, you slowly fuse with it, your face slowly growing out from between its two massive breasts, giving you lots of opportunities to suckle on it's sweet cummy milk.

You live out your days in frantic exctasy and orgasms.