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The city was in chaos and Cole was glad that he'd been in his car when it had all kicked off. He'd managed to drive out of the main city and into a practically abandoned part of the suburbs. Unfortunately his radio was telling him that all exits from the city were barricaded, and that there was no point trying to leave until the army had sorted everything out. This was backed up by a number of circling helicopters that he saw in the distance. Reaching a mechanics garage he decided that there would be as good a place as any to try and seek shelter, his own home being on the other side of the city.

The door was locked, but he could hear someone moving around inside, so he tried knocking. There was silence for a few seconds, before a shout came.

"You clean?"

"As much as anyone," Cole replied. There was another few seconds of silence before the door was opened slightly. Through the crack Cole could see a sliver of a tanned face, with dark brown, almost black, eyes. Seeing no form of mutation, the man decided that Cole wasn't a threat, and opened the door.

"My names Mike, I'm guessing you can't get back to your own place?"

"Cole's mine, and yeah. I live over by Verdant, and all of downtown is just a war zone right now,"

The other man grunted and re latched the door, before leading Cole into the house connected to the garage.

"You can stay here for a few days at least, I've enough food for two. My son was supposed to be coming today, but thankfully his flight was delayed this morning. I'll show you around. There's only a few rooms so it shouldn't be too hard," Mike said as they walked into the kitchen.

"The t.v. room's in there, and this is the kitchen/dining room. The back opens straight into the forest, so don't go wandering too far if you go out. Back door's a bit awkward there as well, it doesn't latch, so you need to lock it to keep it closed" Mike said before leading Cole towards the bedrooms. The rooms where on either side of the hallway, with the door to the bathroom in between. Mike's room was on the left, and the guest room where Cole would be sleeping was on the right.

Tossing his bag onto the bed, Cole headed back with Mike to the sitting room, so they could watch both the street and the television. The street remained deserted, being to far from the city for anyone to be bothered coming out this way, when there was nothing but the garage and the few run down, empty houses. The television was locked to an emergency broadcast. All stations were sending out the same feed, updates on areas of infection, details from scientists examining samples, what to do if stuck in an affected area.

It seemed all that anyone knew was that certain water supplies had been doused with some sort of virus that transformed people into animal like creatures, who were generally obsessed with sex, at least for the first few hours of infection it seemed. This was being referred to as the heat period, and as far as the scientists knew was the most infectious stage.

After the sun had set, Cole's bladder kicked in and he stood to go to the bathroom, shaking his slightly numb legs.

"Don't waste water if you're just going for a piss, I'm not sure if it's gonna get shut off or not!" Mike shouted from sitting room just as Cole reached the bathroom. Realising that the mechanic was right, Cole instead went out the back, to do his business behind the big tree in Mike's garden. When he was finished, he headed back to see if anything new had come up on the news feed, pulling the back door closed behind him.

Back inside further images played out, showing the that the chaos had spread. According to some nerdy looking old-guy, whatever the stuff was, it had hijacked the water cycle or whatever, as was quickly going to hit the rest of the world. Basically, he said, they had only days to create a vaccine, or else the whole planet would succumb. Then they showed more video from the affected areas, animal people running around mostly naked. While some seemed to be trying to restore order, most were caught up in debauched acts of sex. Orgys abounded, and some clips were nothing but black censor bars.

Eventually Cole had enough, he was exhausted and the news readers and scientists kept repeating the same thing in different words.

If your city has been affected, your already doomed

Instead Cole decided to go to sleep, and hope that everything would be better in the morning. Mike agreed with him, and the two headed to their respective rooms. Cole heard the distinctive click of a lock after Mike's door had closed. Who could blame the guy?

Cole closed the door over, although it didn't shut quite right, and he wasn't bothered enough to shut it properly, and stripped off, tossing his clothes wherever, deciding to sleep naked due to the heat. He slid into the cool bed, and quickly fell asleep.

As he slept, changes began to take root deep inside, his body finally giving in the the infection. His manhood grew hard as blood rushed into it, bringing more of the virus to his cock. In his sleep, his hand slid down to grab his erect dick and he began stroking it as he dreamed about increasingly dirty situations. Initially he was the one on top, but as the night went on, he took a more and more subservient role. By the time dawn came, Cole had become nothing more than a cum-rag for an endless stream of faceless dominant men. Not only that but outside of his dreams, his cock and balls had disappeared, and his hand was instead rubbing between the folds of a wet pussy.

The newly made Cunt Boy eventually woke up, not entirely unused to waking up to find his hands already dealing with his morning wood, it was something that happened more and more frequently since the world had fallen apart. It took him a few seconds to realise the the difference in sensations, and that instead of up and down, his hand was sliding in and out.

Despite the shock, Cole found himself unable to stop pleasuring his new cunt, fingers aimlessly rubbing and pinching the nub that had replaced his cock. A few loud moans escaped his mouth before he remembered that Mike was probably still in the next room.

Cole tried to keep quite as he pumped a thick finger in and out of his swollen pussy, slick juices dibbling down his asscrack as his virgin cunt trembled. Despite his attempts, whimpers kept slipping out and his free hand began caressing his increasingly sensitive chest. Opening his eyes he could see himself reflected in the mirror across the room, a middle aged coach needfully spreading his mutated vagina like a bitch in heat, which he probably was.

Despite the changes to his crotch, the rest of his body seemed intent on remaining as manly as possible, years of neglect had melted away to leave him with the body of a college footballer, broad shouldered and toned but not massive. His pecs had grown into proper muscled man tits, complete with perky, meaty nipples.

No longer able to control his hand, a second finger join the first in plumbing his slick depths, shortly followed by a third, rubbing over his throbbing clit, more and more insistently. His pussy suddenly gripped tight around his fingers, shuddering frantically as he came. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled over him, and all pretense of quiet was lost as Cole roared out in pleasure, ramming his whole fist into his cunt, not even noticing as he smashed his own hymen.

Cole lost track of how long he lay there, steeping in his own juices as his pussy spasmed around his meaty fist. Eventually he managed to slide his fist out of himself, and decided to examine his new genitals. He walked over to the mirror, and pulled the slick lips apart, revealing the bright pink gash between. He realised that he should be much more concerned about his new condition, and certainly worried about the possibilities of further changes. He'd seen other men turned into proper women, not a hint of masculinity about them. Not only that, but everyone else he'd seen change had become some form of half animal. But he still remained calm, curiously fingering his already horny clit.

With nothing else to be done for now, Cole turned to look for his pants, finding them near the door where he'd thrown them last night. As he bent to put them on there was a sudden sound of movement behind him, and something very heavy barreled into him, knocking him to his knees. Before he could react his assailant had shoved their muzzle right into his cunt, slobbering and slurping with a rough, thick tongue.

Cole knew that he should be trying to stop whatever animal or former human that was trying to fuck, he couldn't bring himself to even try. Instead he found himself face first in his own underwear, ass splayed with both hands as he accepted his role as this creatures bitch. He was starting to get high of of his own musky boxers, and he could barely think thanks to the rolling, electric sensations that where bursting from his slutty pussy. Within seconds he was clamping down around the muzzle, pussy juice practically spurting out of him as he yelled unintelligibly.

Just as he was about to turn over and collapse in exhaustion, his new Dom jumped on his back, animal paws gripping tightly around his waist as his clearly feral partner's hips began pistoning like a jackhammer, now seeking their own reward. Resigning himself to at least one more round, he reached between his legs, attempting to guide the other males dick towards his tender slit. He gasped as his hand came into contact with the monumental package that was thrusting wildly towards his pussy, Cole couldn't even fit his whole hand around the slick shaft. He didn't have time to garner any second thoughts however, as it slid straight through his hand and smashed its way into Cole's waiting pussy.

Cole screamed as the beast's massive dick practically split his pussy open, stretching it cartoonishly wide. He didn't even get a chance to rest as the animal pushed deeper and deeper, fully testing the size of their bitch. After twelve inches of beer can thick cock, the monstrous dick flared out suddenly, and Cole finally realised that he was being fucked by a dog.

Barely conscious, it was all he could do to try and milk the dog's cock in the vain hope that the excruciating pain would stop. Instead he was merely rewarded with some throaty growls as the canine roughly tried to shove it's massive knot into Cole's bitch hole.

Cole started to feel a strange sensation of warmth as the dog's precum began to pool inside of him. Unbeknownst to him in his practically unconscious state, but the dog's preseed was enough to start triggering a second round of changes in Cole's body. Three extra pairs of dark nipples began to form, creating a line straight from his manly chest to his female cunt. The hair all over his chest thickened and spread, forming a pelt of short and rough brown hair. His mouth and nose pressed further and further into his boxers, wrapping his new muzzle in their musky scent of the former man. His ears became pointed and floppy, and migrated to the top of his head.

Within minutes the Pit Bull cunt boy was slamming himself back onto his alpha's cock, begging for a load of virile cum, his pussy already stretched to comfortably accommodate the dog's massive prick. Eager to please his new bitch, the dog gave a few bruising hard thrusts and finally forced his grapefruit sized knot into Cole, spraying the cunt boy's insides with jets of boiling, doggy cum.

By the time Cole came back around, his fuck buddy had already left, leaving nothing behind but a bellyful of soon-to-be pups. No longer awash with hormones, Cole burned with embarrassment as he realised that he'd allowed himself to be pumped and dumped by a wild animal. He ran to the shower, carefully checking to make sure that Mike wasn't around, but luckily the door to the other man's room was still shut and the heavy snoring still sounded quietly from behind it.

Once in the shower, Cole once again began examining his body, now that it had been changed even further. He thanked his lucky stars that under the layer of chocolate brown fur, his figure had remained hyper-masculine, barring the obvious, cum dripping vagina. Although his nipples where a lot bigger and sensitive than they had been, poking out from his fur by half and inch. Every time his hand brushed over one, it sent a tingle straight to his pussy, which instantly began drooling.

Just above his ass, a whip thin tail had emerged, maybe eight or nine inches long, wagging occasionally over his thick, muscly ass cheeks. A long look in the drug cabinet mirror before it fogged over showed him an almost completely unrecognizable face. His face now looked exactly like a regular Pit bull, with only his light brown eyes remaining the same.

Rubbing his gurgling belly, he sighed, wondering how he instinctively knew that he was pregnant, and how he was supposed to raise a litter of pups in a world like this.

And what was he going to tell Mike?