The EMTS loaded me, Princess Annabelle, and the now fully transformed anthropomorphized wolf into an ambulance designed specifically to transport those infected with the virus. On the outside, it looked like a regular ambulance, but on the inside, it looked like something out of a 1950s cartoon.
My transformations continued on the way to the hospital, with the end result clearly resembling another animation studio's interpretation of Jessica Rabbit. By the time we got to the checkpoint that separated the toon settlement from the rest of town, my D cup breasts, which I couldn't stop touching, had been joined by a rather voluptuous figure.
Princess Annabelle swatted my hands away for the fifth time in as many minutes, "Damn dude, cut it out!"
"Don't be such a spoilsport," I said, my voice as sultry as ever. "This is the first time I've had unrestricted access to such a pair of knockers. Remember, you did the same thing after you changed."
Princess Annabelle locked her gaze on me for a moment before muttering something unworthy of a princess. Taking this as his cue to speak up, the EMT stated, "I say go for it; so long as it keeps you from trying to hit on me."
"Oh, don't worry, stud," I said, smiling. "I'm more than capable of doing both at the same time."
We arrived at the hospital about ten minutes later, where I pointed out a troubling part of my anatomy to a clearly uninterested nurse. Despite the fact that I was almost entirely female at this point, I still had a fully erect penis to contend with.
The nurse directed me to a shower in a nearby decontamination room and instructed me to do my business there. I couldn't figure out why she insisted on it until I ejaculated what looked like white paint all over the shower stall about 2 minutes in. But before I could process that, I felt a strange sensation as I looked down and saw my penis vanish, replaced by a cartoonish vagina.
Damn, I thought to myself, at least I went out with a bang.
I dried off with a towel after cleaning myself up in the shower and changed into a hospital gown that had been left for me. The hospital gown transformed into a form-fitting, sparkling black strapless gown within seconds of my putting it on. A slit ran up my left leg, high enough that if it had been on the front, it would have revealed my privates to the world.
As it was, I couldn't hide the fact that I was currently going commando.
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