Mutation: The Sequel to The Quarantine Zone

By Kelly Addams

Jennifer's Zombie Adventure continues.

Haunted by events from her past zombie lover Jennifer returns to the quarantine zone, her quest, to find a hot zombie girlfriend. Since college she has been trying to deny her attraction to other girls, now she faces facts and embraces her bi-sexual desires. But she is unaware that the virus is set to mutate again, so her perfect girl might not remain perfect for very long!

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: Feb 12, 2022

Kelly Addams

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Chapter 1

For weeks Jennifer enjoyed the secret chained in her basement, but as with most things that had once been exotic and taboo... familiarity bred contempt.

Not really contempt she told herself as she turned her mind to Barry the zombie trapped in the darkened space beneath her sitting room, it's more a case of familiarity, almost boredom.

True, it still gets me off when he's trying to eat my cunt... but somehow that special spark has gone.

Travelling home on the bus along the same familiar route that skirted the quarantine zone she'd usually been filled with anticipation, thinking only about what waited for her at home... but as time passed she found herself looking more and more toward the fence and recalling what lay beyond.

So many of them she shivered, so many of them all wanting to bite me.

Oh my God Jen she groaned softly as she pictured something that she'd fought to push from her mind, something really quite disturbing.

I couldn't do that... could I?

She'd debated it on her last incursion into the zone... Could I let a girl zombie bite my pussy? The question had remained unanswered, mostly because it meant that she would have to explore her own sexuality.

Now she was asking herself again as the bus slowed approaching a stop and she stared through the high tension electrified fence at a girl who must have been in her early twenties when the virus took her.

And she is so well preserved Jennifer noted with more interest than she cared to admit. The girl had been blonde, and probably quite pretty she decided, yes, her expression was pure zombie, but true beauty would always shine through. And she must have had amazing tits she groaned, feelings of embarrassment flooding her, just as swiftly as the juices flooding her suddenly aching cunt.

I would let her bite my pussy she admitted, I'd let her chew on my clit while I squeezed her tits. The bus began to pull away and Jennifer turned in her seat to maintain focus on the shuffling young woman, watching with a feeling of intense longing until her figure was just a blur in the growing darkness.

I just have to be honest with myself Jennifer thought as she faced years of denial and accepted an awkward truth, I have always been a little bit attracted to girls!

Damn, that was hard she told herself, the admission, even if silent and strictly private had opened her mind to past events. At school, in the changing rooms. All of her friends stripped down to bra and panties, her own confusion as she found herself unable to look away, her horror to find her nipples bullet hard and her snatch dripping.

And when I had that sleepover with Helen from college she groaned inside. Her best friend had been devastated over a cheating boyfriend, she'd been vulnerable and needed comforting. How they had pulled