Sole-less White

You immediately try your best to stand, but it's already too late and you know it. Taking you by the left calf, the zombie exercises her unnatural strength, bringing your stockinged foot to her face and planting a long, sloppy lick. It tickles a little bit, but strangely, it also feels good, as if your foot was another pussy. Even through the fabric, you are already done for, as saliva infused with the virus saturates the fabric of your sole and seeps into your foot, and a wave of numb, feverish delirium hits your brain. A zombie is currently licking your foot, her tongue exploring its every crevasse and ridge. The muscle is cold, leaving wetness wherever it probes. The slightly ticklish sensation is mixed with the feeling of having your clit licked, and it's really rather strange, like nothing you've ever experienced before, but oddly pleasurable. You could just lay here all day and soak it in.

The zombie keeps lapping away. The pleasure keeps coming. And all the while, her infectious saliva pumps more and more of the virus into your body. It's getting hard to think. You really don't want to think. It would be so much easier to just live like this forever.

The zombie shifts positions. This is it - her own fabric-clad foot comes to a rest on your moistened slit, and as she takes your toes inside her mouth and starts to suckle on them, her toes begin massaging your pussy, each appendage triggering shocks of feeling between your legs, rubbing your most sensitive parts, taking you down the river of ecstasy, waves of passion crashing all around your body as your back ridges and your hips unconsciously grind into her, subtly pleading, demanding to-

Cum. You let out one last wonderful yelp, mind going totally blank, as the transformation works its magic on your surrendered body. White-hot pleasure sears your pussy, but also your feet, both of them, as your toes curl up as hard as possible and your ankles twist, pleading to be set free of the all-encompassing warmth of your first ever foot orgasm. It's hard to say if you would have enjoyed it any time before your unfortunate demise and conversion, but for your current, paralyzed brain, it's the best final moment you could have asked for.

Starting from the toes in the zombie's mouth, your skin starts to turn blue-grey; your pussy gushes its approval as your flesh rapidly changes to an appropriate, zombified tone, signifying your new and permanent status as nothing more than a brainless sister of the horde. Your mind is cleared away, freeing you of any of your former worries. Your memories, your personality, anything like that, are all gone, because zombies don't need to think, only hunt, and infect. Your eyes cloud over, and your sex-drunk grin fades from your face into a totally blank, emotionless expression. The moan of lust riding your greying lips peters out, replaced by a guttural, mindless moan, befitting a zombie.

You are complete.