Hello, my name is John and I am what I have decided to call myself and the others a Bombshell. But, unlike my new companions, I have been able to maintain my identity and memories, somehow.
How? You would ask. The truth is, even I don't have a fucking idea of the why. The last thing I can remember is falling unconscious on the bar counter last night. No mysterious attacks or alien abductions... The next day I woke up with a hell of a hangover on the floor of the establishment and, to my surprise, I was hugged to a beautiful woman with her mouth grabbed to my left nipple. That was the first sign of that something was terribly wrong.
The second was that as I woke up i began to be more aware of my new mutated body. An intense fire burned in my crotch and it was spreading throughout all my body. This seemed to be extremely sensitive to physical contact; in fact, erotic contact with that stranger seemed to be further feeding the itch in my crotch.
The third sign was that, when i was aware of my new environment, I found myself surrounded by a score of half-naked women, including the stranger who was still attached to my nipple. As I used my hand to push her away, I felt something particular in my anatomy, it seemed like a a pair of balls were shaking in my chest. Looking down I was able to see the huge bombs that were stuck to my chest. I nearly fell unconscious in that moment.
My partner seemed to have noticed my state because she tried to "please" me right there in front of that group of strangers. I had to resort to my surprising strength to be able to shake her off and enter the bathroom.
That's when I found the mirror and i was mesmerized by my new looks.
Did I mention that I was 40 years old before the change?
When I saw that impressive body that must have belonged to a twenty-something, but it was really me. My state of anxiety intensified by 1000% as I tried to understand what had happened. But she was unable to find any explanation for that. The knocks on the door lasted several minutes, but the woman seemed to have finally given up her attempts to get into the bathroom and went to annoy the others who seemed happy to attend all her needs and, finally, leaving me alone, for now.
Now I have my voluptuous butt sitting on a toilet bowl writing this on a notebook that I found lying on the floor of this stinky bathroom and a pen that is running out of ink. My "fellows" are outside giving up to their most basic instincts in while Iīm hiding here trying not to be found by them. I donīt need to know what they do with one of theirs that is out of the norm or that is capable of keeping her old memories, but I can imagine that. I have seen what they did to a couple of guys when they were passing nearby. As soon as they were in sight of the Bombshells, they entered a state of excitemente and one of them cried "Hunks!". After a few seconds the two of them were dragged inside and then i was cappable of see the insane transformation those poor fellas were put through. That was when I realized that what I was seeing was surely what had happened to me the last night. When the Bombshells finished with those poor souls, there were another two new airhead cuties in the Pack. Two cuties that were enjoying their new bodies with the rest of their "pack mates" and just like the others, they seemed to be completely ignorant of whom they had been in a previous life before this bizarre event.
I have tried to use a mobile but I am unable to receive coverage and it seems that the network has dropped at last in this place. There is also a weird quiet silence coming from outside this place: Like, there is no noise from cars or pedestrians, it was as if there was no one else in the city. Maybe the rest of the city is in an identical situation to ours and that is why the rescue isnot coming for us.
I want to leave this as a record in the event that my brain is reduced to a gelatinous mass as has happened to the rest of men of women that had ended like myself.