Colin managed to slip a crowbar inside the couch in case anything happened. He pulled it out, waited for her to finish slipping on that backpack, and like a spring loaded hammer he hit Olivine over the head the moment she got out. She tumbled onto the ground as Colin slammed the crowbar right on her nose and took her gun, locking it in the car along with her keys. Before he could swing again Olivine kicked him in the groin and leg-locked him, semding them tumbling across the asphalt whilst they exchanged a few quick blows to the face and gut.
"So you followed me here to sabotage me, huh, Greys?" She asked with a punch, "Or should I say TRAITOR?!"
Colin grabbed her arm and bit it, adding in "What, your noble plan to wipe out humanity?!"
"No!" Olivine yelled as she punched him in the thigh, "We're ensuring that the *hurf* weak are rooted out, *hurrrgh* to build a new world!"
Colin yanked on her backpack straps in order to headbutt her.
"What good is a handful of stromg people against an army of bimbos?!" Colin asked as he was kicked off of her and dropped his crowbar.
Colin was thrown to the ground before being stomped about a dozen times against the ground.
"Once Dr. Pharall's work is done, we'll have a world ruled by strength! And the only true strength there is, is that of those who sURRRRRVIIIIIVE!" the raging woman yelled as she tried to hit Colin with his own crowbar.
The gamer rolled out of the way and bit down on her arm as she roared in pain and dropped the crowbar. He grabbed it and hit her with a whack! And a thwack! And a CRACK! ...
That crack wasn't her back; that sound crack of glass being broken.
"NononononononoNO!" Olivine panicked as pink smoked billowed out of her backpack.
Colin watched the pink mist fill the air... and he suddenly felt hot.. sweaty, broiling, searing. It was so intense that he had to strip off his shirt, not noticing how long his hair was growing, or the huge DDD melons bursting out of his chest, or his swollen, bee-stung lips. All he knew was that taking his hot clothes off felt good... really good.. especially with this nice, cool mist. There was no need to think... thinking was boring... it was fun to just sit there and use that built-in cushion she called an ass. Just let her bare clit leak all over the ground as she bounced her boobies and felt her thighs jiggle. Jiggle... that rhymed with giggle... that made her dumbly giggle like the brainlessly horny airhead she was.
The "extra thicc" bombshell sat there dumbly giggling to herself, the intensity of her change so strong that her skin's pigment turned tan and her hair platinum blonde. Another tanned babe as thicc as she was sat beside her and giggled dumbly along.
"Huhuhuh, cock." Calcal dumbly drolled.
"Huhuhuh, cock?" Oli mumbled while drooling on herself.
They continued to sit there, brainlessly giggling.
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Ending: An All New Horde.
Colin and Olivine had been turned: the virus had not come from this world, apparently arriving via meteorite, and those glass containers were big enough samples to infect a huge expanse... never meant to "go off" in the same place, nevermind right next to eachother.
Calcal and Oli continued to dumbly giggle to themselves as the pink mist began to get carried away in the wind, blowing into the Survivalist base nearby. They all coughed and gagged, trying to get away, but the mist reduced them to jumbo tittied nymphos with tiny brains as well. The brainless bimbos aimlessly wandered away until they found Calcal and Oli playing with eachother's pussies.
"Uhhhhhhhh... cock?" A nympho asked.
"Uhhhhhhh, yeah, cock." Calcal and Oli said as they got up and strutted with their new sexy besties in a clit-fingering line, ready to suck on some nice big dicks. In all, there were 152 of them, all wet, horny, and down to fuck.
Safe to say, the country's bimbo problem just got a whole lot worse.