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Bimbodemic: Babe-Zero Pt. 3
🕑 Added 2024-02-23 13:00:05 +0000 UTCAnd so, the (sexy) end begins.
I went a little more comedic with this one to lessen up on the slight body-horror aspects of the others. Wanted to show that they're not, like, totes dumbies and they can still, um, like think a little bit and junk!
Hopefully you've enjoyed this short prequel series to my first Patreon caption. It was fun to write (even if I had to suffer through a stomach virus between Part 1 and Parts 2 & 3)!
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It wasn't long before the entire building was converted. After all, it wasn't profitable if all work on the various projects stopped just because of one scientist going rogue. No no, better to keep the rest of the workforce in the dark and working unless a total evacuation of the facility was neccessary. Of course, this foolish and greedy policy only hastened the end as it left almost a thousand people in the path of a group of sexy, horny, superwomen.
"Like, there's, um, what's the thingy Fe-Fe starts counting with?" The bimbo said as she spotted a kinda cute guy in a lab coat staring at them from the end off the hallway.
"Um, Dee thinks it,s like, um, A?" The blonde that had been Declan said with a giggle. It didn't matter, those things were dumb! All that mattered was, like, finding someone to kiss!
The two bimbos, followed by the sexy remnants of the security team behind them, girls in lab coats and body armor and even one in a business suit, swarmed the unprepared man in a tide of jiggling flesh. He had a brief moment of shocked and confused terror mixed with pleasure before he too joined the harem, another brainless bimbo seeking someone to ease the burning desire within her new, practically invincible body.
And so it went, with each individual the harem encountered, another bimbo, her body altered by the rapid genetic modification of the 'Miracle' cure that the original bimbo, Declan, had been working on in defiance of his corporate overlords. What had once been a plan to end human suffering by eliminating all diseases was now just a tide of flesh due to a simple miscalculation in a moment of distraction. Man or woman, all brought a single moment of relief to the raging libidos of the growing wave of busty women that were rampaging through the building. There was little comfort in the fact that the bimbos didn't discriminate; they were equal opportunity infectors; man or woman, black, white, sexy, fat, young or old, none of it mattered to the bimbos. Nor did it matter to the bimbos that came after. They weren't all drop-dead sexy blondes with huge breasts, there was some variation, though every new superwoman dripped with undeniable sex-appeal.Some were a little shorter than the others. Some were taller. Some had more lithe and athletic bodies over massive, jiggling breasts. Hair colors varied wildly, though blonde was the dominant color of the whorey horde. Some of the bimbos were a little chunky, waddling instead of running, using their weight to press their victims down for a sexy little kiss before rolling off and jiggling away in search of another victim as another bimbo joined them from behind. Within the span of just an hour, the entire building had been converted. Where once had been a facility full of brilliant minds was now just a void of simple intelligence, ones that fumbled with the security lockdown a quick-thinking guard had down right before his mind turned anything but quick. So for quite a long while the horde of women stood in the vast lobby, a collection of lab coats, business casual slacks, secretarial dresses, business suits and security vests, moaning and groaning at the incessant need boiling within them and their inability to get out.
"Like, let us ooout! Pretty please?" One of the bimbos whined at the keycard reader. Whoever she had been before didn't matter anymore. She just wanted out! She needed to find a guy!
"Wait, Bri-Bri has a key-thiny!" A brunette in a security vest said, her green eyes lighting up for a moment.
"Oh! That's, like, totes awesome!" Another bimbo giggled.
The bimbo in the security vest, Bri-Bri, formerly Brian, beamed at the, umm, nice words and stepped up to the door, her manicured hand capped in the bright green and quite indestructible nails grabbing at the keycard dangling from her heavy belt. Like, why'd she put this stuff on anyway? It was SO ugly! And heavy! And junk! But she had a job to do! She held the card up to the door and with confidence yelled, "LIKE, OPEN, UM, SAYS ME!" The door did nothing, and a collective groan of disappointment passed over the thousand-strong crowd.
"This, like, sucks!" A high pitched voice from a redheaded bimbo in a very expensive looking, if now ill-fitting, suit whined near the back of the crowd by the row of elevators used by the executive team.
"Bri-Bri thought it would, like, totes work!" Bri-Bri whined back. The group of bimbos stood in the lobby whining for another long moment before another idea was shouted out in an airy voice.
"Oh! What if, like, Bri-Bri needs to put the thingy on the door thingy?" Another voice called out, this time from a cute Africna-American bimbo with a large hairdo called out from near a maintenance closet.
"Oooh!" Came a cry of slow-realization that rolled across the crowd like a equally slow moving wave.
Bri-Bri furrowed her brow as she struggled to think of just what thingy the other bimbo could be talking about. A thingy on the thingy...Oh! The brunette grabbed the keycard again and began pressing it against the doors in various places though with no luck as the plastic simply tinked against the glass harmlessly. Perhaps the world would have been saved from the sexy apocalypse had it ended there, but the single braincell within another bimbo near Bri-Bri activated.
"Oh, what if, like, the little box thingy is hungry?" The raven haired woman that was carrying a bag of I.T equipment said, a finger to her lips.
"Poor boxy! Here, have a snackie!" Bri-Bri said as she pressed the keycard against the door's security lock. It took her several times before the keycard slipped into the slot, and then with a confirming BEEP, the once red light turned green.
"YAAY!" Came a collective giggle of celebration. Soon they could all go out and find some more guys! The final obstacle, of course, was the fact that it took them more than a few minutes to realize that they had to PULL the door open, rather than PUSH it. But soon the fresh, late afternoon air greeted them as the now thousand strong harem surged out into the world, an untoppable sexy, self-replicating force that would stop at nothing until they, like, had totes kissed everyone on the planet!
