You rack your brain over what to do nearly deciding to leave when the thought occurs to you that if you do, you will likely be leaving Sarah forever. Somehow you can't bring yourself to accept that, so you open the door slightly and speak gently to Sarah. "Sarah, please listen to me. You got infected with a virus that's turning you into a bimbo, and if we have sex I will turn into one too, and you'll lose me as your husband forever. Still, I don't like the idea of you being with another man while your my wife, so I'm coming in, and if this is to be my last day as your husband, remember that I love you." You take a deep breath and enter the room. As you close the door behind you and turn, you are embraced by Sarah, with you head in between her breasts. As feel a sense impending dread, you realized that she's just holding you, and once she lets go she speaks. "I love you too Brad, and there's no way in hell I'm gonna let some damn virus rob me of one of the best men in my life." Sarah then goes and grabs a towel to dry herself off, though she still makes sure to flaunt her new body for you to see as well as eye the erection you can't really hide. "I'm guessing that "girl" in the swim trunks is where you got the virus, and it will spread through bodily fluids." You say, hoping that if you keep talking you both can remain level-headed. "I'm not sure how widespread this could be, but I think that we can at least use zombie movies as a reference." Sarah then sits on the bed, placing the sheets across her lap and using the towel to cover one her breasts, kneading the other. "Makes sense," She sighs, "Though I think throwing in a porno be just as accurate. Honestly it's still so like, surreal." She slides her other hand beneath the sheet, leans back one the bed and closes her eyes. "You doing alright Sarah? Still in control?" You ask, standing near the door. Sarah gives you a slight chuckle followed by a moan, her hands moving faster than before. "Barely, it honestly hurts a little to stay like this for too long. I probably will jump you if we don't find a solution or..." She's interrupted by a knock on the door. You figure its room service, but as you put your hand on the door you hear heavy breathing on the other side of it. Could there be a bimbo on the other side? You back away and find that Sarah has gotten up and grabbed you from behind. "Give me a minute." She pants. "This helps a little." You find yourself stuck between soft tits, a hard cock and locked door. Does Sarah give in or stay strong? Do you open the door and find out what is on the other side? Can you figure out how to help Sarah without getting infected?