Ignoring the chaos closing in around him, Dr. Fitzgerald braced himself and plunged the needle into his arm.
Another scientist, Dr. Landon Strom, happened to witness this act of recklessness. “Scott! Don’t do it! The formula hasn’t been approved for human test-” The sound of tearing plastic announced that their inadequate shelter had been breached. “Nevermind. I’ll take some, too!”
All at once, everyone in the lab rushed to the case of vaccine, injecting themselves even as the first of the bimbos broke through. Those on the outskirts of the crowd barely had time to toss aside their empty syringes before they were grabbed and pulled into the invading horde. Others held on to their colleagues as anchors only to be tackled and taken by bimbos right there. The lab had turned into a frenzied orgy.
In the middle of it all, Dr. Fitzgerald dropped to the floor and crawled under the table. Cowering under his cover, he seemed to be surrounded by legs, some clothed, some naked. One by one, trousers and slacks slipped to the floor, the revealed legs shedding their hair and muscular angles to become long and shapely. Dainty feet popped out of ill-fitting shoes, and the sounds of screams softened into high-pitched moans and giggles.
Scott’s hope deflated. It seemed the vaccine had failed, merely contributing to everyone’s inevitable transformation. All their hard work had come to nothing.
Holding up his hand, he inspected their delicate bone structure and slender fingers. Meanwhile, a tickle of hair fell past his neck while his body shivered with odd sensations. To add insult to injury, fate could not let him face his doom in peace. Instead, a gorgeous blonde peeked under the table and beamed.
“Found you!” She sang before lunging at Scott. Now resigned, the scientist submitted to her assault, letting her tear off his baggy clothing and attack his dwindling manhood. Soon, the pleasure carried him away into a pink fog of bimbo bliss.
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Hours later, the orgy had ended. Many of the bimbos had left in search of more victims. Those that remained simply slept together on the floor, exhausted from lovemaking.
Slowly, one of the bimbos stirred. Extricating herself from the brunette sprawled on top of her, she sat up to gaze blearily about the tattered plastic shelter. Absently, she brushed back her long red hair now matted with sweat and other fluids. A frown appeared on her angelic face, and she looked down. Quickly, she took in the sight of her busty female body. In a sultry soprano, she mused, “W-What happened? This is, like, all wrong. My name is Scott, and I’m a scientist.”
Her brain mulled over the details. Obviously, she had been infected, becoming another sexy bimbo like the rest. She had even joined the others in wild sex, carried away by her overwhelming urges. Even so, she retained her awareness of her previous identity, albeit filtered somewhat through a bimbo-ish lens. “Like, the vaccine worked!” She gasped. Hefting her breasts, she bit her lip. “Well, mostly anyway.”
“OMG! I’m a bimbo!” The startled shriek made Scott turn. It seemed the brunette had woken up and now sat gawking at herself just like Scott had done.
“So, you remember, too, huh?” Scott asked.
The brunette’s vivid blue eyes darted to Scott’s face, then down to her body, then back up again. “Like ,who’re you!?”
“Scott Fitzgerald. You?”
“Landon Strom.”
This time, it was Scott’s turn to stare. A blush spread over her face as memories of the last few hours resurfaced. “L-Landon? But we…all of us…”
Landon looked away. “Ugh, yeah. Don’t remind me. Like, ew.”
Suddenly, more exclamations filled the ruined shelter. The rest of the team had just discovered their predicament. Scott quickly took stock, learning that everyone who had taken the vaccine had retained her mind, if not her body. “The vaccine totally succeeded, after all,” the scientist noted. To her dismay, their equipment had been completely destroyed. “Not that it’s gonna do us, like, a whole lotta good without a lab.”
“Headquarters should have one, but they’d probably shoot us down before we even get close,” Landon said, absently twirling her hair. “There’s the other mobile labs, but we’d cause a panic, for sure.”
“We don’t really have a choice, though,” Scott reasoned. “We have, like, the first real piece of this puzzle, and we totally have to get it into the right hands if we wanna have a full vaccine someday. We just need, like, a plan and stuff.”