Bimbopocalypse day 112
Today my father Frank, who was a scientist looking for a way to destroy the virus that transformed everyone into bimbos with giant tits and tremendous bodies in a matter of seconds in man and in a few hours in women, thought he managed to find the cure and wanted I go with him to look for mom.
My mother had been infected about 2 weeks ago when I found her among those things in a bar several blocks from home when she had gone to look for supplies and survivors in more distant areas, even though she was with my older brother, Larry and my uncle Ford. I did not find them anywhere in the area.
By living so long in this world with bimbos, I have already experienced agile and familiarized with those things and we have become a group of about twenty-two people, counting my uncle and my brother since I still think they are doing well, at least that is what I hope. If you ask me if I do not succeed with the bimbos, well the truth that above all at the beginning and a few times if I am exited, but I know that they are not really women but monsters thirsty for sex and with an impressive strength, something that ironically I do not want to be and I'm afraid of him.
I could talk about the rest of our group of survivors but first I have to go down to the basement and chained to my mother by myself, since the rest are sleeping or on a supply mission.