“I could expound on cerebral efficiency and hyper psychic intelligence networks, but to put this into terms you’ll understand, I am still affected by the bimbo virus, with all the hypertrophy and lactation that would imply. But similar to those zombie movies you love so much, where there’s fast and slow zombies? Let’s just say I’m the fastest one around.”
If the situation weren't so dire, restraints chafing at your wrists and ankles, the incongruity of it all might actually be a little exciting. There were only two things left that you could recognize in your mousy, nerdy roommate. Her frizzy, brown hair had straightened and lengthened, changing to platinum blonde all the way down to the roots. Her lips had plumped and softened into a natural pout. Where she had been almost painfully skinny before, a layer of pleasant softness now padded her out, thickening her thighs, widening her hips, and rounding out her ass in a way that would win a plastic surgeon an award.
The biggest change, however, were her breasts. No, her tits. Calling them breasts didn't feel appropriate anymore, now that Charlene had become "Cherry". They were gigantic. Lacking any kind of sag, they stuck out straight from her chest, almost perfectly spherical, and each one was easily larger than her own head. They had just enough give to bob up and down slightly as Cherry moved about her workstation. They were hypnotic to watch and, the longer you looked at them, the more you could swear they were still growing. They bulged out of her labcoat, now far too small to close, and that only left her round glasses, glinting in the cold, fluorescent light, as proof that the bombshell in front of you was once your quiet, shy roommate.
Cherry giggled, something you had never heard her do before, as she sauntered towards you, notebook in hand. Her wide hips swayed with each step and she popped just a bit on the balls of her feet, enough to make her breasts bounce enticingly. The table on which you're laid out creaked as she rested her gargantuan tits on the edge of them, looking at you with a sultry gaze. Milk began to trickle out from her exposed nipples, areolas taut and flat. A single hand extended towards you, the nails now long and permanently pink, and traced a lazy shape on your exposed chest. Gentle coos and cruel chuckles bubbled out of her as she watched you squirm.
"I don't know why you're so upset! You're on the brink of new science! This is the cutting edge, something no one has ever been able to test before!"
Slowly, Cherry walked her two fingers up the length of your chest towards your neck, trailing along the side of your neck and your cheek before ending with her fingers pressed against your forehead.
"It's not entirely clear why this deviation from the usual bimbofying process occurred. My best guess is that, given my previous intellectual capabilities, the virus was capable of not completely consuming my brain and, instead, enhancing it! Much like the rest of me."
Her now naturally glossy pink lips glistened as she dragged her tongue over them, her eyes fluttering behind her glasses. A deep moan rose from within her chest. The flow of milk intensitified.
"But now we come to the question: what will happen when I pass on the virus? If it's a mutation to the virus, then any future bimbos created by me will have the same attributes: enhanced attractiveness, incessant arousal, and dangerously increased intellect. But, if it was specific to the circumstances of my infection, then any further progeny from me would change like any other bimbo. And you are going to help me find out!"
With dexterity that really shouldn't be surprising by now, Cherry leapt into the air and landed on you, straddling your waist with her thick thighs. Her hands slid along your chest as she leaned forward, lowering herself over you. Milk ran in tiny rivulets down the curve of her breast before splattering against your bare skin. You couldn't help a gasp as you felt her massive, firm, round tits press against you. Finally, she stopped, face inches from yours, a cascade of golden hair cutting both of you off from the outside world.
"Just relax, cutie. You'll either become a genius bimbo like me or you'll be a happy, horny bimbo like all the others. Who knows? Maybe you'll become an entirely new kind of bimbo! But, no matter what happens, I'll make sure you feel so fucking good."
Cherry's hips began to roll and grind against you and, as her moan coiled like a spring inside her, her lips locked against yours. Any protest you might have made was quickly silenced. The virus quickly set to work. Pink haze settled over your mind and arousal spread like wildfire through every inch of your body. Still perched on top of you, Cherry pulled out her notepad and began taking furious notes, observing you as the changes took hold.
"What's happening to you, cutie? Tell me. And, remember, this is for posterity so be honest. How do you feel?"
Pleasure wracked your back and your chest thrust forward, breasts budding there as a howling moan, higher pitched than any moan you've made before, burst out of you. The light gleamed off of Cherry's glasses. Her lips spread into a wide grin.
