You are a twenty-three year old college graduate on a honeymoon with your new wife in a bar in Puerto Rico.
You sigh as you stop paying attention to the LCD television behind the counter. You don’t know whether or not
to trust the media anymore these days; the stories seem to get crazier and crazier. But you aren’t entirely
convinced that the reports of this “bimbocalypse” are without merit. Why would the World Health Organization
even bother with a formal investigation if it was all just the product of rampant fiction from someone who
writes for a porn film company? You sip your cold margarita in the humid air and listen to a steel drum band
play outside. You peer out the window and see a naked woman run by in the corner of your eye. You twist around
to see what’s going on, but it’s too late. All you hear is loud laughing and cheering outside. You turn away.
Finally, your new wife, a beautiful brunette by the name Sarah, emerges from the women’s restroom. Your heart
melts as you watch her push her way through the crowd toward you, wearing a robin-egg-blue bikini. She
clutches at one side of her top, holding it against her skin so it doesn’t fall down.“What’s wrong?” you ask
as she sits down beside you, a disturbed look on her face.“My bikini tore,” she murmurs quietly, facing
away.“Hey, you alright?” you ask, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinches at first before resting her
hand on top of yours. Something must have scared her.“Yeah, I’m fine, Brad. Some woman… there was this woman
in the bathroom in one of the stalls. I heard her moaning like she was fingering herself… I tried to wash my
hands real quick and get out, but she came out of the stall, wearing men’s swimming trunks, and grabbed me…”
“My god,” you say, hugging Sarah. “Are you sure you’re alright?” “Yeah, I’m fine, it was just really weird,”
Sarah says. “She tried to make out with me. I pushed her away and got out of there as fast as I could.”You
tighten your hug. “Well, you’re fine now. She probably just had a little too much to drink, that’s all.” “I
don’t know… something kind of seemed strange about her. She tore my swimsuit… maybe we should call it a night
and head back to the hotel. And then we can… enjoy our first night as a husband and wife,” Sarah says, smiling
mischievously. You feel your cock begin to harden at the thought of her naked in the hotel room. You flag down
a taxi and begin the drive back to the hotel, a nice tourist-filled place where you feel safe. Neither you nor
Sarah talk, but you begin to notice her stealing short glances at your crotch. You envision her lips sealed
tightly against your dick and begin to grow erect, which seems to captivate Sarah even further.“Mmm…” Sarah
says, taking no effort to hide her lust. “Brad honey… did I ever tell you how big you are? You’re the favorite
guy in the world I’ve ever fucked.”Whoa! Sarah is usually a bit more discreet about her sex life than this.
Still, it is your honeymoon, after all. But a moment later she shifts next to you as far as her seatbelt
allows and begin to stroke your cock in one hand. She lets her ripped top fall off of her, revealing her
luscious breasts. They seem… larger. Or are you just imagining things? Maybe it’s a trick of the light. Either
way, Sarah is topless and people can see her through the windows.“Not now…” You pull her hand away and hand
her top back to her. Her breasts definitely seem larger against the fabric… her erect nipples poke through the
damp material. Sarah pouts, turning to look out the window. But she still steals peaks at you.“How did you
like that beach?” you ask, trying to make friendly conversation.“It was nice. Big… rough… wet… salty… Mmm, so
delicious…” Sarah is staring at your cock again. She’s always been kind of a conservative girl; it took you
two months of dating before your first kiss and a year and a half before you first had sex, and even now she’s
normally a bit reserved about the topic.“You feeling okay?” you ask. “We’ll be back at the hotel real soon,
hon. We’ll have a nice dinner and—”Suddenly, Sarah unbuckles her seatbelt and jumps into your lap despite the
cramped cab. The driver yells something at you in Spanish, but Sarah pays no heed as she seizes your cock and
begins to pulse her own crotch against it, moaning. The pleasure is immense, but you don’t want to be seen
doing this in public. You struggle to push her off of you. Finally, Sarah gives in and sits back in her seat,
topless once more, her breasts heaving up and down as she gasps for breath. She still stares at your cock
through your swimming trunks. You’re fully erect and trying to force it down before you have to exit the
cab.“Sarah? Are you sure you’re okay? Your chest…” “Sorry babe. I just got carried away,” Sarah apologizes. “I
want you so bad. You have no idea. I feel like total slut… I’m sooo fucking horny...”You finally arrive at the
hotel and pay the irritated cab driver, leaving him a hefty tip. You notice Sarah turning to look at other men
as you make your way up to your hotel room—not short glances but long, lusty stares. You have to practically
hold the top to her bikini against her as she doesn’t seem to care about any sense of decency. At last you are
back in your hotel room. As soon as the door is shut, Sarah jumps at you and wrestles you to the bed, tearing
away your swimming trunks. She tries to kiss you, but you hold her just out of range.“Get a hold of yourself!”
you say, pinning her back down on the bed. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll call room service. We’ll have a
nice dinner together, and then we can have sex. All right, honey?” “I don’t want to wait,” Sarah pouts. “I
wanna fuck you right now. You wanna fuck me, right babe?” “Shower first,” you demand. Sarah pouts but grabs a
handbag full of soaps and shampoos and vanishes inside the bathroom. You wait until you hear water running
before you start to think things through. She’s never been like this before, and her breasts seem to have gone
up a size or two… Suddenly the news report pops back into your mind. She couldn’t be infected with that “bimbo
virus,” could she? From that woman in the bathroom? The one she claims was wearing swimming trunks? And what
else could possible explain how her breasts seem to have grown? And her sudden change in behavior? On the
other hand, you two haven’t had sex for a month to please her parents. You’ve told them you were both virgins.
Lies, of course. Maybe Sarah has been holding back for so long and just can’t help it now. And besides, what
if she is infected? You aren’t going to abandon her, are you? Or call in a team of doctors and have them probe
her with strange instruments and syringes? Not on your honeymoon night, that would be terrible! You could slip
out and save yourself from your potential fate if she is infected. Or you could take your chances and stay
with her, do the thing a loving husband ought to. Or maybe there’s another option you haven’t thought of yet.
What do you do?