By the doubts, before any problem happened I decided to grab one of the pistols that my father had given me and gloves to avoid contagiarme of her in any way. For what we know to infect you do not bite you but if you try to violate or at least catch your fluids that come out of sweat, blood or semen that get into your system.
Being living in a building of 5 floors and two basements, I had to use the elevator that thanks to God works for the generator that installed J, one of the survivors of the group that was an electrician and mechanic before this apocalpisis.
When we reached the basement two, we could already hear the moans, the pleasure and the lust of the bimbos, which we kept for experiments that I do not know about right now. We keep them in jails made of a plastic that they can not break and two beds in each one of them in my mother's breast, which was a very large one that was at the bottom of the place.
Being a total of about seventeen specimens, I do not know how we have not had problems with these things escaping. I could see how those in the other rooms stopped touching and groping their asses, vaginas and tits and clung to the transparent walls trying to approach me while I ignored them.
When I reached the bottom, I saw what was my mother, a giant sexy woman with boobs the size of almost a meter both that I was surprised that unlike the other bimbos was very calm and looking at me with pink iris eyes of lust that It was disgusting to see her. What experiments had Pope made with her? I remember that when I found her two weeks ago she was neither so tall nor so calm.
I decided that if or if I was going to ask it later and now I should take it to the freight elevator chained to the terrace of the building. But when I looked at her again and tried to get the keys out of her door, it happened that ...