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Kathryn pulled on the door, trying to will the heavy oak to move. The door creaked as it opened a little, but it wasn’t enough. Kathryn felt him a second before he ran into her, a shadow falling over her. The zombie in the purple golf shirt grabbed her from behind, pushing her against the door. His breath was cold and damp on Kathryn’s neck as he pressed his body against hers. Kathryn struggled, but the zombie grabbed her wrists, trapping her between his body and the door.

Kathryn could barely move, her face squished against the door, unable to see anything but carved wood. She could feel the cold flesh of the zombie against her, and the slimy drip of saliva falling from his mouth onto her neck. Suddenly, Kathryn felt another pair of hands on her, gripping around her waist. Fingers curved around the band of her pants and began to drag them down. Kathryn gasped as her pussy was exposed to the warm air.

She renewed her struggle, **** to escape what she knew was next, but the zombie’s kept her pinned. With no other options Kathryn let out a sob, “please, let me go.” The zombie, however, paid no attention to her plea, its capacity for sympathy long rotted away but its endless lust. Kathryn whimpered as she felt the zombie’s cock brush against her lower lips, feeling it rapidly hardening. As she felt the zombie position itself behind her, Kathryn accepted her fate. “Just do it,” she muttered, right before the zombie thrust into her.

Kathryn expected to scream as the zombie cock entered, but instead she let out the loudest moan of her life. Almost instantly, Kathryn felt herself relax, the tension in her body dispersing as her cunt tightened around the zombie’s cock, gripping it like a glove. It felt incredible, filling her entire cunt and stretching against her walls. Kathryn nearly came from just the feeling of him inside her. God it was heaven, zombie cock was heaven. She didn’t know why she resisted at all, why she hadn’t pulled her pants down and presented her pussy to the first zombie she met. She needed it, needed him inside her, needed him to fuck her, to spray his zombie cum deep in her. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed more. “What are you waiting for,” Kathryn moaned, “Fuck me already!!!”

The zombie was more than happy to oblige. With a groan, he began fucking Kathryn from behind. His cold dick slid into and out of her, lubricated by his own fluid and Kathryn’s growing arousal. “Yes! Oh god yes!! Harder!!” Kathryn moaned as she gave in to her lust. The zombie groaned as he fucked her. He released her wrists and instead gripped her hair, yanking back hard. Kathryn was pulled off the door, now able to look into the dead eyes of her lover. “Keep going” she moaned, “I don’t care if you infect me.”

Kathryn was pretty sure that point had already passed however. The icy feeling of the zombie’s cock was starting to spread to her folds as the zombie’s precum was rubbed on her insides. If she had been able to see her crotch, Kathryn would have seen the olive green color of the zombies discoloring her pussy. In fact her entire pussy by now her been infected by the zombie virus, turned green and undead, That was fine with Kathryn however, zombie cunt felt so much more euphoria than a human one. Kathryn was more than happy to trade her humanity for a better orgasm.

Each time the zombie thrust back into her was like its own mini orgasm. Not that she wasn’t orgasming as well, her pussy was gushing with her girl cum, leaking down her legs in streams. Her pussy was getting worked like a punching bag but Kathryn couldn’t care less. Each pump sent a jolt of electricity through her, her body screaming for more and more.

And as the **** calls for more grew louder, the rest of her thoughts began to get drowned out. It was getting hard for her to form a coherent thought, all she could think about was the inhumane feeling radiating from her pussy. Not that it mattered. All that mattered was milking this zombie for his sweet cum, and letting him turn her into a zombie. Nothing else had ever mattered actually, all of Kathryn’s life on this planet had just been leading to the first day of her unlife. And she was ready for it to start.

Deep inside her cunt, Kathryn felt the zombie twitch. She could feel him swelling as he prepared to paint her insides with cum. “Yes, cum in me please!” she screamed, “Make me like you. I want to be a zombie cum slut!!!” With one final thrust, the zombie unloaded his virus laden fluid into Kathryn, pumping her full of cum. Kathryn let out a moan as she orgasmed back, squirting her own zombie fluids on both of their legs.

This final release spelled the end for Kathryn, who moaned like a dog in heat as the zombie virus corrupted her brain. The green in her lower chest exploded, spreading down her limbs and over her face. Kathryn felt herself get pushed off of the door as her chest expanded, boobs swelling multiple cup sizes as the virus remade her body. Her eyes clouded, and with a soft moan she was zombified. All her thoughts, feelings, memories were replaced with one, all consuming need. TO BE BRED. Even the memories of the cute girl with braided light brown hair were erased as Kathryn cummed away her humanity. After all, what need did she have with a single lover when the horde offered millions of sluts who could get her off.

The two zombies panted as they came down from orgasm. However, eventually their ecstasy faded, and the zombie that was once Kathryn was only left with a frigid fever. She needed something warm to fill her cunt or to rub her cunt against. The other zombie groaned as he pulled out of Kathryn with a pop, a gush of his semen leaking out of her pussy. Eager to feel more of the pleasure of the horde, Kathryn followed him as he stumbled down the porch, as the two headed to join the growing sea of olive green bodies covering the world.