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Bimbo Virus is spreading fast. you better watch out before it gets you, too.

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The bimbo virus had become quite the problem. Several people were reporting sex crazed bimbos in clubs and parties. The news was covering it everywhere.
At this point, I was afraid to even go out to parties because i didn’t want to encounter any of these girls. My friend eventually convinced me to come to his party that he was having at a local club. I decided it would be fine, he was holding a tight guest list. The likelihood of any getting in was slim. I was sorely mistaken, and so was he. 
There was this one girl who i met that was just amazing. She was beautiful and an amazing dancer. Before long, we were in a back room, all over each other. Kissing, grinding, and stripping. It wasn’t until the end of this private party that I realized what was going on. My mind was super foggy as everything started to change. My chest expanded, pulling flesh from my arms as my ass grew, pulling from my waist. My hair grew and my face softened. Permanent makeup ended up on my face during this process. Soon, my mind cleared, and I realized I was naked. I got into a tank and yoga pants I saw laying there. The girl must have brought spare clothes. 
I got dressed and went back out to the party. I soon found my friend, who didn’t know who I was. Fortunate for me, because I was horny as fuck, and he had what I needed. I didn’t even know I was infected. The virus messed with my mind so much that in the time, all I could think about was getting down on my knees in front of him, waiting for him to bring out the rod that I could already see very visibly within his pants. I gave him that look of being ready, and he pulled it out for me. I couldn’t help myself. It just looked so amazing. So much for us, I guess.

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  1. Waiting for this club to open a location near me! Zoe

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