"We've got another one!" Lynn yelled as she pulled in a college guy with his pants down.
"They got him a few minutes ago!" Chester yelled out.
"Bring him in!" Margaret yelled out as the man with a member was drug into the room.
"G-g-god, HELP ME!" The blonde moaned in agony as his waist cracked and bowed in. His hips flared out immediately after.
"We're losing him Margaret!" the chesnut haired geek said as he helped the tomboy place the poor infected guy on a cold, metal table.
"Serum prototype number thirty, prepped and ready..." the brunette chemist said as she drew out a long needle.
The blonde thrashed around as his thighs thickened up and his blonde hair grew long.
"N-noooo...." he moaned as his nipples became puffy and swollen.
"Hurry it up already!" the redhead snapped.
Margaret jabbed the needle into the infected victim's vein without a second thought.
"Standby for injection effects..." Margaret said as the others backed away.
The blonde trashed and wailed like an animal as the transformation finished. His ass cheeks rippled like a pond as they swelled up to basketball size. His chest pulsed and throbbed and pushed, until a set of G cups erupted out, ripping his torn shirt even more.
The blonde cried out as his lips plumped up "OMIGAWD, I DUN WANNA BE A BIMBboooooooooooo......."
The trio stood by as she opened her eyes and a doofy smile spread across her face.
"Like hi, I'm Stacy, wanna fuck?" the grinning blonde asked.
*Blam!*
The blonde's brain splattered like paint all over the lab, forming a red puddle as the smoke from Colin's pistol blew away.
"Another bust I presume?" Colin asked.
"Yes, the serum failed again..." Margaret sighed.
The crew cleaned up and sent Lynn out on patrol again, accompanied by Colin this time.
"Is that serum getting any better?" Chester asked.
"No. Infact, that last variation made the bimbofication more severe." the chemist sighed.
"I was never going to work with biological chemistry. I was studying to work on a on toxic chemical to use in phone production. I'm not a geneticist."
Chester placed his hand on her shoulder right as Mary Anne rammed through the door.
"What's wrong?" the geek asked the wailing bible girl. He got his answer when a button off her blouse smacked him in the face. Mary Anne's B cups were swelling amd pushing out, snapping her bra in half. Her lips were also full and thick, forming an "o" as she tried closing her mouth.
"A child a-at the church... was infected, a-and jammed her tongue into my mouth! Help me! Please, p-please, h-h-HELP ME!" the girl pleaded as her waisted crunched in to an hourglass shape.
"Get her on the table!" Margaret yelled.
Chester obeyed as the chemist hastily blended up a serum.
Margaret jammed the needle into Mary Anne's neck as she wailed out in pain. As the serum coarsed through her body, the duo gasping as...