Bimbo Outbreak Pt. 20

Before he could answer the pre-dawn silence was shattered by the sound of a massive crash and the builder shuddered beneath all three of them. It was one hell of a reality check.

Tom gave her a quick firm nod before he dropped to one knee and tore open his pack to begin assembling the mini oxy-acetylene kit he had carried all the way up the onerous climb.

It would make quick, quiet work of the steel roof access door.

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Jessica sat beside her younger sister Britney on an army surplus cot inside the small repurposed office that had become their prison.

The door was locked. Secured electronically by a fingerprint scanner and the only window in the room faced out into the night darkened city ten stories up. All other furniture had been removed but Jessica could see where a desk, some shelves and maybe a filing cabinet had once been positioned by the darker patches in the dreary corporate gray carpet.

Sitting across from them was Holly Newstead. One of their high-school seniors who had arrived at their home with Ms Summers after Britney had called her Gymnastics instructor and told them of Tom's 'condition'. She had been next door, hiding in their neighbor Mrs Hope's house while the noisy bacchanal that signaled their elder brother's fall to the XXX-virus raged on. The whole night had been crazy.

Jessica's thoughts spun about like clothing in a tumble dryer as she tried hopelessly to parse the last twenty four hours.

Firstly, Britney's suggestion that they throw Tom a sort of 'going away party' had been more than a little weird. It felt a lot like they were pimping out their own brother but they had both watched him bend under the strain of looking after them and struggling against his post-pubescent hormones.

Their brother was a young man after-all and if it was the end for Tom it wasn't like they didn't want him to go out with a bang. Yikes but wasn't that a poor choice of words...

Either way they had made some calls. On a mad whim, Jessica had even invited a couple of fantasy escorts over from a flyer that had been pushed under Mrs Hope's front door.

XXX-infected women were making actual leaflet drops now. Advertising wild unprotected sex... what had become of the world?

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"He's coming for us Auntie Britney, Auntie Jessica. Don't worry." Holly said in a bright confident voice. "Are you sure you don't want to suck on my titties? It might help you calm down a little."

"Eeeew~ Holly stop calling us that and for the last time we're not going to suck on your boobs!"

"Sorry Aunt Britney but you keep staring at them. I'm sure Daddy won't mind..."

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Jessica had sat in Mrs Hope's dining room for what felt like hours trying not to listen to the constant grunts, moans, squeals and screams of carnal delight coming from over the fence.

The infected girls at school whispered salaciously that a strong enough man could go on for days. Jessica had even witnessed some of it during the downfall of the high-school. Teen boys rutting endlessly in hidden corners and closed classrooms but she had learnt to ignore it. Eventually she and Britney had searched out some pajamas--that had been a big challenge to find some plain old flannel sleepwear amongst the ocean of sheer silk nighties, satin slips and transparent lace teddies in Mrs Hope's dresser drawers--and curled up together on the couch to attempt sleep.

Then, just when it sounded like things had begun to calm down on the home front, they had been rudely jerked out of sleep by what sounded like a rampaging bull crashing its way up the street. Creeping to peer out the kitchen windows onto the front yard, Jessica had discovered it wasn't a wild animal at all.

Not quite, at least.

A large naked brutish man-thing was tearing up their front garden next door. He looked like one of those steroided-out body builders multiplied one hundred times. Huge corded muscles were laced with large bulging veins and over-taxed sinew. Massive hands with banana sized fingers tore up the decorative shrubs, tossing them about and exposed between its tree-trunk legs swung... a penis.

A really big penis too, not that Jessica was any judge.

Atop shoulders the size of boulders--and in stark contrast to his monumental bulk--his head seemed small and... aged? His salt and pepper hair was balding, his face wrinkled beneath the distorted expression of rage. Jessica felt like she should recognize him but was also certain she wouldn't have forgotten ever meeting a man so large in build and extraordinarily bulky.

He was a nightmare.

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"I mean, they're just so big and out there, Holly. How can I not look? Plus you're... ummm... kinda leaking a little."

"Of course they are! They're just how Daddy likes them. I have to be ready for him to feed from me at any time. He is such a hungry Daddy and he's coming for us..."

"Can you please stop calling Tom that. He's my big brother and it's so weird!"

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Then Mrs Hope had come out to confront the raging brute.

Except it hadn't been Mrs Hope. It was like an expertly photoshopped glamor shot version of Mrs Hope. Any flaws or imperfections--and there hadn't been many of those to begin with--had been washed away. Her bodacious bimbo body looked as though it had been refined. Lengthening in some places, tightening in others and expanding in still others until she looked like some idol to feminine fertility standing out on the cool night air and facing down a monster.

The man-thing hadn't appreciated her appearance and had hurled something towards her. Then Tom was suddenly there.

He was still male--not yet stolen away by the virus--and naked too, Jessica realized much to her shock. But Tom wasn't Tom anymore. Not in appearance at least.

His stressful time protecting and providing for Jessica and Britney had led to him shedding weight at an alarming rate. Weeks trapped inside the house had given his skin a washed out, sallow shade and his hair had been a messy unkempt mop. The man striding out towards the raging beast was definitely Tom but not as Jessica remembered him.

He was tall, impressively so, and healthy and built. Smooth rippling muscle was stacked atop sculpted muscle like the bricks in a cathedral of masculine perfection. His skin shone golden in the moonlight. Glowing with health and vitality. His hair was thick and rugged. Her brother's face was still his own but much like Mrs Hope he looked filtered, touched up until he could have graced the cover of QC magazine. Tom had looked like a Hollywood superstar and he was shockingly naked.

The sight of the new Tom and his heavy hanging... thingy had stirred some very confusing feelings deep down in Jessica's fluttering tummy.

Britney had spotted him walking towards the angry monster and cried out in warning before bolting for the door. Jessica had chased after her, catching her sister's arm just as Britney threw open the front door which set off the sensor light.

That had spooked the man-thing outside. It roared--scaring the hell out of both of them--and Tom had snapped off a ringing command at the beast. That settled it down again. Then Mrs Hope was there again. Thankfully covering him in one of their mothers satin bathrobes and snuggling up to him like a love-sick kitten.

Tom had told Jessica to get Britney back inside and cut her off when she had begun to protest, more out of habit than any sensible reason.

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"...But he is my Daddy! He calls me his BabyGirl and fucks me so wonderfully... mmmmph! I get so excited just thinking about his big perfect Daddy dick filling me up. You're so lucky to have such an amazing big brother, Auntie Britney. I bet he fucks you wild..."

"Ewwww~ Stop! I don't... fuck... my brother and he's only a few years older than you so he can't be your Daddy. Why are you touching yourself?!"

"Because he's my Big Daddy and I love him and he's coming for us. Then he'll fuck me over and over and I'll give him lots of babies and be super duper pregnant for him all the time. All fat and happy and full of his hot Daddy cum..."

"Jessica! Hey Jessica, please you have to make her stop doing... that."

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Jessica was lost in her dissociative fugue state...

Tom had ordered her to take Britney back into the house and she had done it. Something in his voice and posture had made it clear on an unspoken level that she couldn't defy him. That she needed to listen to him, take him seriously.

The feeling had electrified her, made her shiver in an unexpected way, so she had obeyed. It had just felt right and once things had calmed down they had returned to the couch and huddled together under a blanket there hoping it was over. Whatever "it" was...

No luck. Sometime later--Jessica couldn't have said how long but it had been more than a few minutes but no more than an hour--the front door had been kicked in.

Three huge women in army surplus gear had rushed in and pounced on her and Britney. Efficiently trussed them up like spring chickens and carried them bodily out into the night. There had been a blur of fighting but they had been in a state of shock. Before they could try to cry out past their gags, the two of them were dumped in the back of a nondescript van and kidnapped.

Kidnapped!

Why on earth would anyone want to kidnap Britney and herself, two high-school nobodies? The memories were flashing past faster now as they became fresher.

They had been trapped in the back of the van with those three large ladies and their get-away driver. There had been a lot of swearing, recriminations and bumping about as the van raced along midnight streets. None of them had sounded happy and the crackle of a radio added more angry voices to the confusion.

Then they had been dragged out of the van as another containing Holly had arrived. She'd been carried in some kind of net. Then they were rushed into a building through big glass doors and up some escalators into a crowded elevator.

They had been brought before that woman--no, an Angel! She had been very beautiful. So radiantly gorgeous that Jessica had to stare down at her feet lest she get became overwhelmed and swooned or something... did women really swoon outside stupid story books?

Well, Jessica nearly had. The Angel--the other women simply called her Mistress--had asked her some questions and Jessica had to answer her. It was similar to how Tom had instructed her in what to do earlier and she simply felt compelled to obey.

So she answered the questions to the best of her ability and Britney did too. Holly, on the other hand, had been something of a handful.

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Shlick Shlick Shlick!

"Holly stooooop~ please! You're getting milk everywhere and you're beginning to scare me."

"Oh Aunt Britney, I can't... nnnnrgh... he's coming, h-he's close pant I can sense my DaddyMaster nearby! He'll want me all wet and tight and dripping for him... umph... I love him sooo~ much!"

Shlick Shlick Shlick!

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Holly had seemed unimpressed by the Angel, actually unimpressed by blinding beauty and shining effervescence.

The Angel had asked her questions in that soft gentle voice that rang like heavenly chimes and the young high-school bimbo had just pouted and asked for her Daddy in that silly little girl voice of hers.

The Angel had asked again in a tone that was no less sonorously sweet for the harder edge in it but Holly had just called for her "MommySlut" and asked for her "DaddyKing" again.

The Angel had slashed at her with hard words and sneering insults that had brought Jessica and Britney to their knees in soul crushing dismay at upsetting this celestial apparition come to earth but Holly had just giggled and told her in that playground sing-song voice...

"He will come for me... and when he does you are all in sooo~ much trouble!"

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Jessica was being shaken. Insistent hands gripped her shoulders hard and jerked her back and forth making her head bounce like a bobble.

ShlickShlickShlickShlick!

"Jessica please.... Snap out of it! I need my big Sister right now. Please!"

"He's coming... I'm cumming! Come get me Daddy, your BabyGirl needs yoooo~!"

Slap!

CRASH!

Jessica's vision became a field of bright stars and the whole building seemed to shudder under the blow.

She blinked and looked up to see a panicked Britney, her younger sister standing over her with a hand raised high for another strike.

Behind her Holly was writhing on her cot with her sheer school blouse torn open and her little plaid skirt bunched up around her trim waist. The Bimbo's long blonde hair was spread out like a golden halo around her head and her back was arched like a bow, thrusting her huge quaking tits thrust high in the air.

Rich breast milk fountained from stiff engorged pink nipples and Holly's hands were being soaked by her puffy squirting teen cunt. Dainty fingers hammering and twisting within her sopping slit. Her long creamy legs were splayed wide open and shined wetly with her gushing girl-juices. Her bare toes curled as she sang out her wordless climax.

It was echoed by a womanly shriek of terror somewhere out beyond the locked office door. Jessica looked back up at Britney feeling the red flush on her stinging cheek as she stared at her sister in shock, slowly raising her hand to touch the offended flesh.

"You hit me..." She began to weakly protest.

"You're damn right I did!" Britney interrupted hotly. "You were totally out of it and shit has gotten really weird. Holly is freaking me out and I think something just struck the building!"

"But... but you hit me." Jessica could feel her thoughts coming back into order as though finally freed from thick dark tar. Britney had never slapped her before and now her younger sister looked ready to cry.

"Jess, I'm sorry. A lot has been going on and I really need my big Sis right now, okay?" Britney begged, fat tears running down her soft cheeks, "I know it's been hard and it sucks but you need to stop checking out on me. To stop checking out on us."

Jessica blinked up at her youngest sibling, guilt beginning to creep over her as she realized how poorly she had been coping with all the pressure. Britney wasn't done though...

"It feels like the end of the world, you know? But somehow, at the same time, it isn't?" Britney was clutching at Jessica's shoulders again but this time for support as she trembled with raw emotion. "I mean the power is still on. The toilets still flush and school is still there... kinda. But in the end though all we have is each other. Our family..."

Jessica found her arms wrapping around her younger sisters waist pulling her in for a seated hug. Her stinging cheek pressed up against Britney's warm stomach. Her own tears soaking into Britney's baggy pajama top.

"Mom's gone but Tom is out there, right now. I think he's changed but he is still our brother and we need each other more than ever." Britney sniffled wrapping Jessica's head up in a tight embrace as her own tears dripped down into her older sister's hair. "I need you here with me, please? I don't want to feel alone. I'm so scared right now."

Jessica hiccuped a soft sob of her own then wriggled her head free from Britney's welcome clutches enough to look up at her sister--a few younger in years than her but so much stronger in spirit--and gave her a tearful tremulous smile.

"Holly seems to think Tom is coming for us." She said by way of a lame crack at the old family banter.

Britney barked out a short laugh and wiped at her cheeks.

"Holly is a stupid horny bimbo, what does she know?" she retorted with her own fragile smile but there was a hint of relief behind it.

The electronic beep of the door being unlocked cut the tender moment short. Even as the two sisters turned to face it, the office door was flung open by a harried looking bleary-eyed woman of amazonian proportions.

She was dressed identical to the women who had kidnapped them but with wildly disheveled dirty blonde hair and a tan bandage wrapped tight around one wrist. She looked like she had been crying too, with red rimmed eyes and a blotchy complexion.

"He's here, I know it's Him!" She cried in terror "I have to return you to him or I don't know what he will do to me. I can't face him again, not again. Please don't let him be angry with me..."

Was the massive woman begging Jessica for something? She was definitely shaking. Sweating bullets as she gestured urgently for the three of them to exit their confinement.

Holly had bounced lightly to her feet, straightened her tiny caricature of a school uniform about her insanely voluptuous small body. Apparently heedless of the perspiration, smeared milk and her own sexual juices coating her porcelain skin.

"See?" She stated proudly as she pranced out the door on light dancing feet "I told you... now take us upstairs. My DaddyMaster is above us. I can feel it."

Jessica and Britney shared an uncertain glance before following Holly as she skipped and twirled her way to elevator banks. The schoolgirl's short pleated skirt flaring up to expose her tight teen ass each time she joyfully spun. Her enormous tits bouncing merrily with each happy hopping step.

Behind them the towering Mammazon meekly followed, her head bowed and mighty shoulders slumped like a death row prisoner making their final walk to the gallows.

"Here we come Daddy!" Holly trilled excitedly.

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The stage has been set. The pieces are all in place. The dinner bell has been rung. All is prepared for the grand finale showdown between our Alpha King Tom and Queen Bitch Sierra. Thank you for bearing with me, Dearest, most Tolerant Reader.

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