by Brnin8r » Wed Feb 03, 2010 2:44 pm
There were no bimbos around the house the Micheal could see and only the one moaning from inside.
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The horde of bimbos eventually took down the beautiful one, who crumbled to the ground looking like a rag-doll covered in metal and blood. As the two run, Jordan Towers continues to grow closer. There seemed to be less and less bimbos (which the two easily dispatched) as they approached and they soon found out why: The Fairswood Mall was just in front of them. Blocking their path to Jordan Towers, the mall's parking lot was littered with bimbos, maybe a hundred or so scattered throughout. There was no easy way around the building and doing so would cut dearly into the time they had. The helicopters overhead continued to lazily pass from out of town to Jordan Towers and a few other skyscrapers further away...who knows when they would finally stop?
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Rick's hopes would once again be dashed as his latter idea was correct. The car alarm, whatever had started it, had attracted several dozens worth of bimbos that yelled, held their ears, and bashed at the metal, shrieking thing.
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(well I can't make EVERYTHING easy) The parking lot seemed empty enough...Allister could see the occasional movement of a bimbo and after counting, there were maybe four in the whole parking lot.
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Matt would find...food! Glorious food! In the fridge there was plenty to eat right out of it, there were tons of canned food, almost anything Matt could think about, and the freezer was full of food that would last for days.
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Jane's struggles turned to strokes as everything felt good. Touching her skin, her transforming clothes, and the other bimbos felt like the appropriate thing to do at the moment. The kiss continued and only got better as she felt her chest tingling with a greater intensity along with her hips. There was a very small doubt in her mind that all this was wrong, but as her body warped to more provocative proportions she couldn't really pay attention to the thought. Her cop uniform remained the same, though her jacket dissolved leaving only her uniform top and pants which were actively changing with her body. The uniform top shrunk and began to strain as it tried to hold in the policewoman's increasing bust. The top buttons were dissolved leaving a giant V to display what she now sported. Her pants shrunk as well, turning into a pair of extremely short, extremely tight shorts. Soon it would be all over...
Karen would find, still, no opposition. She eventually found herself back at the employee entrance.
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The entrance had been destroyed by the horde as it bashed in pursuit of who knows. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling that led to a large, open clown's mouth that led deeper in. Yugi held a quiet vigil, aiming his gun at every corner.
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