How The Bimbo Virus Stole My Son

            This is...was one of my sons. A horrible virus had blindsided all of us and did THIS to him. To this day, we still don't know how he contracted it nor how to get him back. We have had to learn to adjust to living with a less-than-intelligent young woman, seemingly in her twenties, with an abnormally tiny waist, and gigantic breasts that are clearly more plastic than human. I can remember the very moment when his changes started.

            We were coming home from grocery shopping when I heard a rather loud groaning from his stomach. He was rather rotund in appearance, getting that from me, but this wasn't normal because it was extraordinary loud and deep. I couldn't turn to attend to him because I was driving, so I simply told him to "hold it in" until we got home. If only I knew better then.

            As I kept driving, I heard him say, "Mom, I don't feel too good." Had I looked back sooner, I would have seen the black hair on his head start to grow supernaturally fast. Finally, I had to pull over so I could see my changing son. He appeared to be growing a "Mohawk" that wasn't there a moment ago and was clutching his stomach. I was at a loss for words, unable to form any thoughts on what was happening to my boy. Pulling up his shirt, we watched as his stomach began slowly caving in itself, making these eerie, squishing noises throughout. I was absolutely petrified by what I was seeing.

            The whole thing was nightmarish. Yet, I couldn't look away. I was just so transfixed by whatever unholy event was happening to my boy. Before my eyes, his wide stomach was shrinking while two mountains were forming on his chest, slowly becoming bigger by the second. After a few seconds more, my son had breasts, actual breasts, and in another few seconds, they had become even bigger than mine and were getting even bigger. His hair was still growing supernaturally fast and, by now, had past his shoulders. In addition, it appeared to be turning blonde, starting at the root. A tan of some kind had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and began to cover his arms, legs, and face. His lips suddenly became swollen, as if stung. By now, he had an exaggerated hourglass figure with breasts that looked more fake than natural, and as I looked below at where his manhood should have been, I realized that it appeared to be completely gone.

            "Like, what happened to me?"

            He--the bombastic-looking tart that was once my child--finally spoke but his--I guess I should say, her voice sounded nothing like it used to. She sounded like one of those ditzy, flighty, less-than-intelligent girls he used to ogle over on TV. I finally snapped back into reality, and the moment I dropped off our groceries, I took my transformed son to an emergency room. My private "fear meter" was through the roof. I felt so helpless, not knowing what had happened before my eyes. At last, a doctor came to me in the waiting room and hit me with a horrible truth. Somehow, my son had contracted what the papers were calling the "Bimbo Virus". They said that their hands were tied, that was no vaccine for it, and that he--she could be like this for a long time, if not for the rest of her days.

            My heart sank. I felt absolutely helpless. My son was, more or less, doomed to a life as this! I would have to retrain him--her on how to do the simplest of tasks. She would be a laughingstock simply for how she looked or dressed. I couldn't bear the thought of telling people that she was once my baby boy. They'd never believe me anyway. Alas, I'm likely just one of many mothers who lost their child to the "Bimbo Virus".

Cougar Me

           It was happening again; It was another breakout. More young men were falling victim to the "Cougar" variant of the Novel Slut Virus. These victims change gender and then, age slightly while maintaining a shapely, well-endowed figure. The mental changes would come after the physical ones were complete, with the victims now believing they were shapely, sex-starved, middle-aged women. The women who got it were fortunate not to change but would also become carriers of the strand, instead. An entire college campus had to be quarantined to keep the virus at bay.

           One student, who had been very careful not to contract the virus, was unfortunate to witness someone else who lives in his dorm morph into a "cougar". While leaving the restroom, he saw another young man facing a wall, as if in a pushing position. To the other lad's horror, his transformation was just starting. Bones audibly cracked as they elongated before thickening in the thigh areas. His head of hair slowly grew long, wild, and unkempt, stopping just above his waist. The transforming young man was unable to speak as he was in too much pain to do so. All he could do was grunt and groan in pain.

          As the witness looked on, the victim's wide waist seemingly caved in on itself while his hips cracked outward to give him hourglass proportions. His hands moved from the wall to his groin area as loud slurping could be heard from there. The witness knew the victim's "jewelry" was receding inside him, officially making him a HER. All that's missing are the big breasts, the witness thought. As if on cue, two mounds started swelling on her chest, not stopping until they had to be DD-cup size. Finally, the transformee let out a loud, sensuous moan.

           This is that transformee now, well-endowed, seemingly flawless, and in constant need to show off her legs. The student who saw the whole transformation was fortunate enough to avoid contact with the virus, but it was more difficult to fight off temptation. Those who did get the "Cougar" variant ended up very attractive and very mesmerizing to the eye. The campus remains cut off from visitors until further notice, leaving some students stranded in quarantine. Once the virus is fully contained, those who haven't tested positive will be able to leave. There shouldn't be any problems... unless they strangely smell like sex.

Getting Worse

               *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

                "No! Not again!"

                Her breasts, normally modest, were slowly growing in size again, ballooning to humongous proportions. She was turning into her "Bimbo" self again. The rest of her changes--consisting of her long, luscious, brunette locks turning platinum blonde, her kissable lips becoming ridiculously swollen, and her intelligence slowly draining--would eventually follow. She couldn't risk being seen changing or she would be subject to all sorts of tests, the same kind of tests that others who came down with the Bimbo variant of the novel Slut Virus before her were subject to.

                The best thing for the slowly transforming girl was to lock herself in her bedroom, hoping beyond hope that her "Bimbo" self couldn't..."persuade" anyone to let her out or somehow escape herself. She didn't want to end up in a cage with other victims. She didn't want to be subject to needles, questions, and other horrible things. At the same time, she knew she couldn't hide her condition forever. She thought that once the effects of the Bimbo variant passed through her system and she changed back to normal, it would all be past her. However, that was not the case. If anything, her condition was only getting worse.

                "When is this, like, gonna stop?!"

 

The Bimbo Virus Strikes Again

        My friend had caught a virus that's not like normal ones. It's the "Bimbo Virus" and it's sort of self-explanatory. In an unknown amount of time, the victim undergoes a gradual change into, you guessed it, a bimbo, complete with huge, plastic breasts, platinum-blonde hair, hourglass body, and a tiny brain. I had to warm him of the news that a speedier variant was confirmed to exist, but as fate would have it, I was already too late. He had already fully changed. Jeez, his--HER mounds were huge. It just sucked that they were totally fake. Either way, I could only run back out the door to avoid ending up like THAT. All I can do now is hope and pray that a vaccine is made as soon as possible, before the "Bimbo Virus" strikes again.