Notes from the bimbo apocalypse: Survivors

Barricaded in a corner office Stan and Charlie could only listen  as the city fell to the Bimbo hoard. They could hear them outside their stiletto heels clicking on the floor, their high pitched giggles the occasional snatch of what could almost be conversation

“Like, you know, totally” or “Oh my God I am just soo horny”

Stan shuddered at they tottered past trying not to think about the friends and colleagues who had been transformed into these chattering airheads by the rapidly spreading virus.

“I think they are moving off” he whispers to Charlie “we should be safe for now.”

He turns to look at his friend and what he sees makes his blood run cold Charlie’s hair was growing longer  and fading from brown to silver blonde.

“Oh no, Charlie, what the hell?” he hisses “Your infected, how?”

“It…it was Alex, from accounts” he groans his voice pitching higher as changes wrack his body “He, she, fuck hard to keep it straight, he grabbed me as we got off the elevator. It’s just a peck on the cheek, I thought I was in the clear I swear. Oh God I’m burning up!”

Charlie tears at his clothes revealing his rapidly shifting body, his widening hips, his swelling breasts the newly formed slit between his legs. Thinking quickly Stan took his neck tie and used it to bind Charlie’s hands just as the new girl’s mind finally succumbed to bimbofication. As Stan finished tying the knot Charlie took her opportunity by launching herself face first at Stan’s crotch jolting his cock free from his open fly. Too late Stan stepped back as Charlie’s full lips wrapped around the tip of his penis bring it instantly erect with a panicked cry he tried to get away but eager to satisfy her craving for cock Charlie shuffles after him sucking and licking as she goes. With a despairing groan Stan gives in accepting his fate and resolving to enjoy one last blow job before before joining the unstoppable army of giggling bimbos.