At night, something strange began to spread across the globe. In all the areas affected by that strange pandemic, those affected began to develop a new type of behavior.
In her previous life, Joanna Peterson had been an employee of a trucking company that was now of no importance and the hardworking Joanna now called herself YoYo. She, along with all her ex-partners were now voluptuous bimbos thirsty for sex of anyone who got too close to them, specifically, the people from the office building were they had worked before changing into airhead bimbos who had went aroud the corridors of that building turning all those with whom they crossed into more of their new sisters. All the bimbos now slept all together in a single room with the floor covered in torn clothing that served as sheets.
That night shouldn't be different from the others, but it wasn't. At 11:41 p.m. of that fateful night, Yo-Yo was curled up with the rest of her sisters in an intimate embrace with their bodies intertwined. Yo-Yo was incapable of carrying out any type of thinking superior to anything that was not related to sex or infecting other individuals, but for her today was a special day. Today would be the day when she would stop being a simple drone to become the queen of the Bimbo Hive.
As the itch continued in the back of her head she could feel how the heavy pink mist that had covered her mind since her transformation into a bimbo was beginning to clear itself and, briefly, she could remember everything: her old Name, her friends at the work and her boyfriend, who at the moment was a red-haired bimbo stuck to the back of a stranger in the same room where she was now.
"Matt… Matt…" she tried to reach out to who could have been her husband but now she was just another instrument designed to satisfy her own desires.
Then new memories and thoughts entered his mind at an impossible speed gradually consuming Joanna Johnson's identity until there was nothing left but YoYo.
"Uh, what was that?"
With a shrug she circled the body of Mimi again, a former companion of hers who was now part of his hive. Like her companions, Now they would serve all the wishes of their new mistress and serve her personal purposes. But I would think another day of what to do.