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The four remaining non-infected people inside the Police station begin to plan their escape out of the Police station. In the meantime the chained bimbo was thrashing and begging for a cock inside her body. "Like me need a cock in me cuny, like totes badly!" She says, her pussy dripping heavily, before the only remaining cop places a police baton near her. Before long she rides the police baton tightly tugged in her pussy.

"Okay, what is the plan?" Aaron asks, while the sounds of the bimbo's moaning can be heard; both outside the room as inside. When one of them looks to see if they can escape; they see a path to the backdoor with seemingly no bimbo near it.

The plan was simple: move fast, stay low, reach the back door. The chained bimbo still rode her baton with mechanical desperation, her moans masking the soft footsteps of the four survivors as they crept along the wall.

The cop led, gun drawn but useless against the sheer wrongness of what these infected had become. Aaron followed, his girlfriend pressed against his back, the civilian bringing up the rear.

They ed the first obstacle—a desk where two bimbos were tangled together, one eating the other's pussy with loud, sloppy enthusiasm. Neither looked up.

The back door was twenty feet away at this point. "Almost there," he cop whispered just as te chained bimbo finally tore her pipe free. The crash of metal and spraying water sent the gangbang into a momentary freeze—then a collective moan of arousal as the freed bimbo staggered upright, baton still lodged in her dripping slit, eyes locked on the nearest warm body: The civilian.

She was on him before he could scream, her mouth sealing over his, her tongue forcing its way down his throat. He bucked and thrashed, but her augmented strength held him fast. Within seconds, his struggles softened, his arms wrapping around her, his hips grinding against her thigh.

"Ohhh," He breathed as she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "That's... I need... more..." The new free bimbo panted, as the guy under he was already changing—his jaw slackening, his eyes going glassy, his clothes beginning to feel like a prison as his body expanded to bimbo proportions. The bimbo grabbed his hand and led him to a nearby chair, pushing him down and straddling him. His cock, already hard, slid into her wet cunt without resistance.

Meanwhile, the blonde pigtail bimbo had dismounted her cumsoaked baton, her huge tits swinging as she waddled toward the cop. "Ooh, a fresh officer! I bet you taste delicious." The cop began backing away, raising his gun. "Stay back! I'll shoot!" She giggled, unafraid. "Shoot me, baby. Put your bullet in me." She said as he fired, hitting her in the shoulder "Mmm, love it rough."

Before he could fire again, she was on him, her pussy mashing against his crotch, her hands ripping at his belt. His gun clattered to the floor as she sank onto his cock with a wet sigh, riding him right there in the middle of the station.

"Fuck—ahh—" The cop's head fell back, his resolve crumbling under her relentless rhythm. His hands moved to her hips on their own, gripping tight, his thrusts growing frantic. He was already hers. At that point the guy was already changing—his jaw slackening, his eyes going glassy, his clothes beginning to feel like a prison as his body expanded to bimbo proportions.

Aaron's girlfriend screamed as a third bimbo—a former female officer now stripped to a torn tank top and nothing else—emerged from behind a filing cabinet. "Don't leave the party early, sweetie." The bimbo grabbed the girlfriend by the hair, yanking her down to the floor. "Let's get you dressed properly."

The girlfriend fought, scratching and kicking, but the bimbo was too strong. She pinned her wrists above her head and dragged her tongue along the girlfriend's neck, leaving a trail of shimmering wetness that seemed to seep into her skin.

"N-no... please..." The girlfriend's protests turned into soft moans as the infection spread, her body softening, her clothes tightening, her thoughts dissolving into pure, liquid need. "More... I want more..."

The bimbo smiled and lowered her mouth to the girlfriend's hardening nipples, sucking hard while her free hand slid between the girlfriend's legs.

Now only Aaron remained, almost at the back door. His hand touched the cool metal of the push bar. He could taste freedom.

A familiar voice cooed behind him: "Leaving so soon, baby?"

He turned. It was his girlfriend—infected just moments ago—now transformed into a glistening, hungry bimbo with swollen lips and a pussy that dripped with eagerness. "Please," Aaron whispered, pushing the door. "I don't want—"

"You do." His girlfriend turned bimbo said, as she stepped closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. "You want to feel the same heat I feel. The same bliss."

Her hand cupped his cheek, and he couldn't pull away. The warmth spread from her touch, melting his resistance like butter. His vision swam, his thoughts fragmenting into a single, overwhelming desire. "Ohhh," Aaron moaned, his voice rising, his body softening. "Ohhh, that's so good..."

The bimbo guided him to the floor, spreading his legs, positioning herself above him. Her pussy hovered over his hardening cock—already slick, already hungry. "Welcome to the party, baby." She said as she sank down, and the world disappeared in a haze of pleasure.

Before long Aaron had ed the stationwide orgy as a fresh bimbo, as behind them, the police station throbbed with the sounds of flesh slapping, moans echoing, and cocks plunging into willing holes. The back door stood ajar, the night air drifting in, but no one was left to escape through it.