You look down at Stephanie. She looks so desolate, so lost. All she's got left is her son, Thomas. How can you possibly throw her out? Separate her from her child and just allow her to turn without a second thought?
You sigh. "Alright. Look, you can stay for now. But not for long. The virus doesn't affect women as rapidly as it does men. Just keep quiet and don't do anything stupid!"
"Thank you... thank you!" she laughs. "I... I won't be long!"
Nodding, you leave her to say her goodbyes to her son. Crossing the roof, you introduce yourself to a man sitting with an older lady -- perhaps his mother? His name is James, and he tells you he's on vacation from LA. The two of you discuss the outbreak and what it means not only for all of you here, but the rest of humanity. What the hell is this thing? Where does it come from? Why does it turn people into female bimbos?
Neither you nor James seem to have the answers.
“Surely there are scientists working on developing a cure as we speak?” he says. “This is the sort of thing the CDC was created for, right?”
“I guess? This has gotta be unlike anything they’ve ever experienced, though. I mean, men turning into sex-crazed women… can that even be cured?” you whisper, hoping that it can.
“Of course it can. If the virus can turn you into a chick, there’s got to be a way to reverse-engineer it and turn you back.”
“Perhaps…” you muse.
You’re interrupted then by a scream. A desperate, gut-wrenching scream. Spinning, you turn to see Stephanie clutching Thomas to her chest and looking about in panic. Rushing over, you see that she’s losing her fight with the virus. Already her hair is longer and blonder, and you notice her lips are somewhat fuller than when you spoke earlier. Her top is also straining to contain tits twice their original size. But that’s not what scares you the most.
There’s something wrong with Thomas. He’s… changing.
Your jaw hangs open as you watch in horror as the little boy’s hair begins to lengthen. He groans in what looks to be pain, gazing at his mother with pleading eyes that break your heart.
“Stephanie… what did you do?!” You go cold and you realize what’s happening.
“I… I… was about to go… I’m not… going to hold on much… ohhhh, fuck… much longer. I… just gave him a… a goodbye kiss and told him that… I was going to be okay… and then he… he started to cry and now he’s… he’s…”
“You kissed him?! Oh, god, Stephanie! You’re infected with the Bimbo Virus for fuck sake! And now… now you’ve infected Thomas too!”
“No… no… I can’t have…” Stephanie mumbles, looking down at her son with eyes that are beginning to glaze. He hand once again strays to her crotch. “He’s my… little boy...”
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck. We’ve gotta get out of here…” you say to yourself, looking around at the civilians gathered on the rooftop. In a few moments there’s gonna be two bimbos up here. The virus will spread like wildfire!
Suddenly, Thomas screams loudly as, with a gut wrenching crack, he starts to grow. His arms and legs are lengthening and his torso is expanding. He’s growing older before your eyes. Turning from a toddler into an adult. But not an adult man… he’s turning into an adult woman. You see his sides begin to curve inwards femininely, and his shorts start to strain as as his hips widen. Forgetting both him and his changing mother you shout to everybody else, telling them to get down off the roof as quickly as possible. The crowd quickly sees Thomas and realizes what’s happening, and almost immediately the more able-bodied are helping the less-able back down the ladder.
“Ohmigod…” Stephanie moans, “Thomas… he’s changing like… like me… ohhhhh, we’re gonna be so yummy!” She then rips off her shirt to reveal her tits that are straining to be free from her bra. “Brad… please… please… fuck me…”
This is some messed up shit. You run back to the top of the ladder, helping James get an elderly lady down.
“The fuck is happening over there?” he asks. “Did you know she was infected?”
“What? No… of course not!” you lie. It definitely wouldn’t be smart letting James know you’re the one who’s put everyone up here in danger.
“You were over there speaking to her. Surely you must have recognized something was off?” You can hear the panic in his voice. He helps more people down the ladder. You hear something rip behind you and a groan that can only be Thomas. “This thing can change kids too? Man, this is so fucked up!”
As the last few people clamber down, you and James share a look.
“After you…” you gesture. He doesn’t need telling twice. Then, just as you’re about to head down after him, you hear footsteps behind you. Spinning on the spot, Stephanie is mere inches from you, her shirt torn wide open revealing huge balloon-like breasts.
“Urrrghhhh… Brad, I’m soooo hornyyy…” she pants, “I can’t… take it any more… pleeeaaasseee, fuck me!!!”
“Stephanie, stop! Come on, hold on! Fight it!” you plead. If she lunges for you now, you’ve got nowhere to go.
“It’s… soooo strong… ooohhhh… yeah…” She’s moaning like a porn-star. You can’t help it, but you feel yourself getting hard.
“You’re – you’re better than this, Stephanie! Don’t let the virus win!” You think of Eva and how you thought she might be able to fight it. In the end though, she succumbed. Stephanie will likely be no different. You sneak a glance behind you and see the ladder is just a little off to your left. A quick sprint and you could get to it! Carefully, you begin to back up towards it.
Then someone else rises behind Stephanie. Long blonde hair, full-lips and confused eyes, children’s clothing torn and ripped to accommodate for her new adult body. Thomas is a bimbo now. An icy cold shower of fear runs down your spine.
“Ooooohhh… Brad…” Stephanie whimpers, unaware that her son is now as female as she is, “I’m… I’m…” Suddenly her eyes seem to focus and she looks directly at you. It’s as if she’s finally given herself up to the bimbo virus; it’s in control now. “I’m going to fuck you silly!”
She lunges.