A Bimbo Plague Redux
*Synopsis: The women in your town are changing, becoming hot, busty and insatiably horny. But what is happening to the men? An apocalyptic story filled with sex-hungry Bimbos, desperate men and a mystery virus...*
**Note from Author: Hi folks, this tale is set in a world created by author XXXecil in his story "The Siege". I started writing it with his permission many, many years ago and only came back to finish it a year ago. So this is a Redux of my original tale, which basically amounts to me going back to correct a lot of errors and rewrite some poor writing from my early days trying to create erotic stories.**
PART 001
Tom squinted nervously through the blinds out into the street again.
It still seemed pretty clear but it had been for almost half an hour now. At this point he had to admit to himself that he was just stalling. Behind him, his younger sisters Jessica and Britney sat on the couch watching the television with despondent gazes.
The news was playing and none of it was good, it hadn't been for weeks now.
Tom glanced back at them and steeled himself for what he had to do next, they needed him.
"I'm going to get some food," he said in a tone of determination he didn't at all feel. "You know the rules; don't let anyone but me back in, and only if I'm alone."
Britney stared up at him and nodded with a look of apprehension. Jessica, on the other hand, didn't seem to register anything he said at all. The last twenty days of forced solitude had been hard on them all but the usually vibrant Jessica seemed to be taking it the worst.
It couldn't be helped, Tom rationalized as he made for the door, it was just too risky to let them stray outside. He didn't like the idea of going out there himself but they needed supplies and he had already put it off for far too long.
"Don't go..." Britney's voice was small and choked with fear, "Please Tom, if you don't come back... I don't know what we'll do."
Tom paused with his hand outstretched towards the door handle. His shoulders slumped and he let his arms drop limply to his sides. He couldn't even bring himself to face his youngest sister as he replied.
"I have to Brit, The cupboards are bare, the fridge is just a cold, empty shell and the pantry's only got a few tins of tuna, a can of fucking chickpeas and an ancient jar of Vienna sausages that I'm not too sure about." He shrugged, as much to himself than to her. "There was nothing else for it but to take the risk or starve."
He heard the movement behind him right before he felt her small arms wrap around his waist. Britney pressed her face into his back to muffle a single hiccuping sob. Placing his arms over hers, he turned in her embrace and hugged her back.
"I'm going out there and I'm going to return safe, okay? Trust me... I'll be fine, it's the two of you I'm worried about." He lied, kissing the top of her head before gently prying himself free of her clutches.
His heart sank as he watched her drift back to the couch like a zombie and wrap herself around Jessica who wordlessly hugged her back.
Taking a deep, steadying breath Tom set the latch to bolt the door behind him and pulled it closed until he heard it click securely in place, then hurried down the front path to head for the local supermarket.
He knew to keep his eyes down and his ears sharp as he made his way to the nearby mall, centers of population were high risk areas and it wasn't hard to notice the...
situation
as you approached one.
The number of '
them
' increased. As Tom rounded a corner he was spotted by a stunning young blonde who changed course and began tottering in his direction. He knew instinctively by now not to look directly at her but it made little difference to her after she spotted him.
"Excuse me!" she called in a friendly fashion, making a beeline straight for him.
Tom glanced up at her and immediately regretted it.
She was rushing towards him in mile-high stiletto heels that showed off her endless long tanned legs. She was wearing a skin-tight, hot-pink club dress that barely covered her luscious round ass and firm hips before it stretched out extravagantly across her heavy, bouncing bust.
Yet, for all her luscious, grabbable curves, the rest of her body was as lean and trim as that of a swimsuit model. Tom knew that glance up at her face would doubtlessly reveal a breathtakingly gorgeous visage framed by her glossy, tumbling platinum locks...
He shook his head vigorously and picked up his pace to pass her by without stopping or even making eye contact. It was too much for a simple young man to bear!
It wasn't a good start, he was still over a block away from the mall and already getting harassed. They were appearing everywhere now and growing ever bolder in their advances. Living in the suburbs meant that
'it'
had taken a while longer to reach them but now it was here, it was really beginning to set in.
Tom could see the strip-mall looming ahead of him, and now the community hub almost seemed ominous. Every time he glanced up he saw them, crowds of exquisite, sensual women wandering about with the searching stares of jungle cats.
Three months ago the major patrons of this mall were families, teenagers and couples, now it looked very different.
Tom had never seen so much bared flesh, tight clothing and skimpy outfits in his life. As he passed through the automated doors two examples of womanly perfection fell into step on either side of him and took him gently by either arm.
Tom's head snapped up in alarm and he stared at them in terrified shock. On his left arm was an amber haired beauty in painted-on denim shorts and a sheer spaghetti-strap top that might charitable be called a singlet. Her sleek and toned body brushed up against him as he walked and she smiled sweetly at him.
"Hi, I'm Stacey." She began only to be interrupted by her companion on his right, a buxom brunette with flawless soft skin and gentle curves dressed in a shamelessly small leather miniskirt and a tight black t-shirt. It looked like she had attacked it with scissors and cut off just under her swollen breasts, baring her a country-mile of firm pale midriff.
"I'm Trixie." she added, pressing herself into Tom and pressing his trapped arm into her bulging cleavage.
"I'm busy!" he cried, desperately shaking them off and dodging into the supermarket before they could grab him again.
Snatching up a shopping cart he shook his head despairingly trying to clear it before beginning the urgent task of filling his cart with foodstuffs and vitals as fast as possible. This was the world he lived in now, he had once worked in this mall himself before it all went to hell.
The news said it all, something was happening and no one had a clear idea of what to do about it. The government was barely operating now with many officials missing or gone into hiding, the police were stretched beyond thin and the vital public utilities were running in a strictly minimalist sense.
Many of the stores in the mall were closed and had been for weeks, it was as if society was surviving on as little as possible as the men began to disappear and more and more of these unbelievable women emerged.
Tom had first heard reports about a virus that was spreading. No one knew how or where it came from but it was doing
something
to the people it infected and that's all they would say on the television.
Of course the authorities were still denying it and confuscating certain facts but it was readily apparent to everyone that this aptly named 'XXX virus' was very real and spreading fast as a some kind of sexually transmitted disease.
There had been vague reports about the development of new vaccines and experimental preventatives but soon the major cities had been overrun and the mass disappearance of men had become undeniable.
Tom remembered that part well, as his own mother had been visiting his aunt in the big smoke when the outbreak was announced and neither he nor his sisters had heard from her since.
Their father had died years ago and now effectively parentless Tom had little choice but to take it upon himself to look after his younger sisters and keep them safe from infection. The XXX virus was rumoured to pass from woman to woman quickly, sometimes without the sexual interaction that was required catalyst to spread it into the male population.
It all seemed very complicated to Tom, all he knew that guys whom had sex with these randy seductresses disappeared and he desperately didn't want to become another statistic. No matter how sweetly, cock-hardeningly tempting it was.
Oh sure, there were
