You wander out into the corridor of your apartment building, listening to the distant moans of the infected. Jess smiles at you, runs her tongue along her fangs, and wanders off towards the stairs.
Your incredible sense of smell picks up the scent of a young woman, perhaps 18 years of age, obviously aroused in one of the rooms down the corridor. You remember that your next door neighbour was a cute blonde, if a little old. As you try to remember your mortal life through the clouds of your transformation, you remember that the plump girl in flat 6b had a thing for you. Perhaps she'd be an easy first meal?
Your hand strokes idly along your enormous phallus as you consider your options. |