The darkness beneath the hospital stairs was like the gaping maw of a hungry beast. As Eric and his growing harem descended, the air turned frigid, yet the cloying scent of raw arousal grew thicker. A single flickering fluorescent light hummed like a dying insect, casting jagged, grotesque shadows against the damp concrete walls.
Eric gripped his iron pipe firmly. Behind him, Professor Elena, Nurse Olivia, and Dr. Sarah followed, their bodies radiating a viral heat. Their heavy breasts swayed in rhythmic unison with every cautious step. Eric noticed that Dr. Sarah's massive ass was straining so violently against her torn trousers that the seams had finally given way, exposing the pale, rounded flesh of her quivering buttocks.
"There... the main pharmaceutical storage is just ahead," Sarah whispered. Her voice carried a distinct tremor, born more from lewd desperation than fear.
Suddenly, a gravelly voice boomed from the shadows. "Stop right there! One more step and I'll blow your brains out!"
Eric froze instantly. In the flickering light, he saw three men standing at the end of the corridor. They held shotguns and axes, their faces twisted not with zombie-like madness, but with a vile, human depravity. The man in the center, Roderick, appeared to be their leader. His eyes roamed like hungry wolves, practically licking the protruding curves of Elena, Olivia, and Sarah.
"Well, look at this! A gift from the apocalypse," Roderick sneered. "Three ripe, top-tier MILFs! And they're with this... beautiful little brat?"
Roderick's thugs cackled. "Boss, look at those tits! And that doctor's ass—I want to pin her down and split her open right here!"
Blood rushed to Eric's eyes. His cock throbbed with a mix of rage and excitement beneath his jeans. "Back off if you want to stay alive," Eric warned, his voice deep and menacing.
"Hah! The kid's got claws," Roderick aimed his shotgun at Eric. "Listen, we're taking the women. As for you... we'll deal with you later. First, bring them inside to Sergeant Morgan!"
They shoved Eric and the women into the storage room. The sight inside made Eric's heart skip a beat. Bolted to a heavy iron chair in the center of the room was a woman. This was Sergeant Morgan. At forty, Morgan was the head of hospital security. Her body was built like tempered steel, yet her breasts were so immense that the buttons of her uniform had long since surrendered. Her thick thighs spilled over the edges of the chair.
Morgan's face was slick with sweat, and her eyes had turned a haunting shade of blue. She was severely infected. The fluid leaking from between her thighs had formed a small puddle on the floor. Roderick and his men had kept her there for sport, but they were too terrified to touch her as she teetered on the edge of turning.
"This bitch is about to go rogue, so we couldn't enjoy her yet," Roderick said, glancing at Eric. "But you lot... you're fresh. First, I'm going to break this Professor, then the rest!"
As Roderick lunged toward Elena, Eric struck. His movement was a blur of violence. He swung the pipe at Roderick's wrist. Crack! The sound of splintering bone echoed as the shotgun hit the floor. Before the other two could react, Eric drove the pipe through the throat of the second man.
Roderick screamed, pulling a knife, but Eric delivered a kick that sent him crashing against the wall. Eric's shemale body was now in its full, empowered state. He seized Roderick by the throat and hoisted him into the air.
"You have no idea who you've crossed," Eric growled. He hurled Roderick toward Sergeant Morgan.
Morgan, who had now lost all semblance of humanity, lunged forward. She didn't bite like a normal zombie; she tore into Roderick's neck with a primal, feral hunger. Roderick's screams filled the basement until there was nothing left but silence.
Eric turned toward Sergeant Morgan. She was now pulling frantically at her chains. Her massive breasts had completely spilled out of her shredded uniform. Her nipples were as large as grapes and dark, leaking trails of white milk.
"She... she needs your nectar now, Eric," Elena panted. "Sergeant Morgan is powerful. If she turns fully, none of us will survive!"
Eric wasted no time unzipping his jeans. His ten-inch monstrous cock sprang out, thicker and more veined than before. Clear pre-cum dripped from the head, staining Eric's thighs.
Eric broke Morgan's chains. The moment she was free, she pounced on Eric—not to hunt, but out of sheer lust. She tackled him to the floor and fell upon his cock like a starving beast. Her entire mouth was filled by his member, and lewd, guttural moans escaped her throat.
"Ahhh... Sergeant... faster..." Eric growled, fistfuls of her hair gripped in his hands.
Olivia and Sarah supported Morgan from behind. Eric flipped her over, bending her across a storage table. Morgan's ass was so heavy that Eric's hands couldn't even span the width of one cheek. Her pussy was drenched, giving off the sharp, intoxicating scent of the virus.
Eric positioned the head of his cock against her swollen, wet entrance.
"Get ready, Sergeant!" Eric delivered a devastating thrust.
Splat-squelch!
Morgan's scream shook the entire basement. Eric's thick, long shaft tore into her tender folds, burying itself deep within her womb. Her body stiffened, her back arching like a bow. Eric began a relentless assault.
Slap... slap... slap...
The sound of colliding flesh rang out like machinery.
"Oh fuck! Fuck me! Tear my stomach open!" Morgan shrieked. Her commanding tone remained, but it was now fueled by pure depravity. "Deeper! Fill me with everything you have!"
Eric seized Morgan's massive breasts from behind, squeezing them brutally. As he applied pressure, sprays of milk erupted from her nipples, coating Eric's chest. The friction of Eric's cock inside her was so intense that white froth began to ooze from her entrance.
Elena, Olivia, and Sarah couldn't restrain themselves either. They crowded around, kissing and licking different parts of Morgan's heaving body. The warehouse had transformed into a massive, primal orgy. Eric felt his power peaking, his 'Divine Cum' boiling in his core.
"I'm blowing, Morgan! Prep your womb!" Eric yelled, delivering his final, most powerful strike.
His cock buried itself to the hilt as he unleashed a volcanic torrent of thick white cum inside Sergeant Morgan.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Morgan's entire frame convulsed. The blue tint in her eyes faded, replaced by a healthy, vibrant glow. Eric's seed raced through her veins, halting the infection and forging her into a 'Super-MILF' warrior.
The volume of his seed was so great that it overflowed from Morgan, running down her legs and onto the floor. Eric withdrew his member, still semi-erect and glistening.
Sergeant Morgan collapsed onto the table, her breathing finally stabilizing. She turned to look at Eric and kissed his hands.
"Thank you... my Master," Morgan said in a heavy, authoritative voice. "Now, I will take the head of any zombie for you."
Eric zipped up his jeans and surveyed the medicine scattered around the warehouse. But his eyes landed on a safe in the corner, marked 'Top Secret.'
"What's in there?" Eric asked.
Dr. Sarah stepped forward, adjusting her torn coat. "That's what I wanted to show you, Eric. There is a secret laboratory beneath this hospital. This virus isn't natural... It was made right here. And perhaps... the secret of your existence is hidden there as well."
Eric gripped his pipe and looked at his four MILFs—Elena, Olivia, Sarah, and now Sergeant Morgan. He now held the powers of knowledge, service, medicine, and security.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Eric smirked. "Let's unmask the truth."
They moved toward a hidden hatch in the warehouse floor, where a ladder led even deeper into the darkness. The truth behind the apocalypse was finally within their reach.