You help Bunny the couch surfer gurl.

Deciding you might as well go in the order you infected them, you decide to try to start helping Bunny first. Of course, you'll have to address them all before you get the chance, as they don't seem inclined to give up their numerical advantage anytime soon. It's only when you reach within spitting distance that you remember you are stark naked, while last night's victims still wear what remains of their boi clothes.

You fall to your knees, out of instinct as much out of contrition, and wail, "I'm so sorry! I made terrible choice after terrible choice last night, and they kept getting easier to make and more destructive! I have no right to ask forgiveness, but please, I beg of you, please let me try to help make amends!" Tears stream down your face, and though their eyes contain endless, deep pools of venom, you look up, unflinching and await their verdict.

Samantha is the first to speak, "Well I can't speak for anyone else, and I won't tell you I'll forgive you if you can find a way to unfuck my life, but I will give you a shot." Apparently the bashful bimboi does speak for them all, because they all more or less agree with her. Before you know it, you have exchanged contact info with all the bimbois and paired off with Bunny.

"So, if I'm being honest, I don't entirely blame you for my bimboification. After all, I went first and I kind of thought I knew the risks. Still, if wanna help, my biggest problem lately is finding a place to crash. I mean, maybe that's gonna be a lot easier now, but I'm tired of sleeping on couches and getting kicked out. I'm a free spirit, brah...uh sis. I don't want to end up a sex ****, even if I do kinna love getting fucked now. If you can find a permanent pad and plenty of time to surf, then we're square as far as I'm concerned." Bunny stares expectantly, as if she thinks you're moonlighting as a party favor because you got bored of sleeping in mansions.

You consider your options, think of who you know who might be able to help out, and then the answer comes to you in the least likely of places. Bunny is equal parts surprised and skeptical about your idea, but since she has nothing to lose, she lets you drive her out to the beach and down to a secluded, private path. You've known the owner most of your life, and you are absolutely risking your secret getting out even further, but you don't see any other alternatives, and you do owe Bunny a debt.

"Who the fuck are you and...Aaron?!" Buffy, a fit, fuckable beach brat you know as a longtime friend of the family, and a particularly painful unrequited crush of yours stands slackjawed and stunning in a almost non existant bikini. Two tiny triangles struggling to cover her wide, dark nipples and massive melons and one straining not to pop with the strain of her hefty hips. Your cock swells in your stained silk panties and you pull your hoodie lower.

"Uh...it's actually Amy now. I was hoping you could help a friend of mine looking for a place to stay. This is Bunny, and I turned her into a bimboi last night." You step aside so Buffy can meet Bunny. As you hoped, there is an immediate attraction between the two. You knew Buffy wasn't hung up on gender ever since she stole your middle school sort of girlfriend. Bunny is exactly her type too...hot, horny, and hella stupid. She strains in the tight fitting tank top and board shorts she wore last night, but she carries herself with such a casual cockiness that Buffy is the one blushing.

Bunny smiles warmly, "Hey, just so you know, I'm not looking for a handout. I am mad down to do chores. I'm a great cook. I clean like nobody's business, I eat ass, uhm oh I'm good at getting knots out, I got a real nice cock...oh, and I didn't mind taking it up the ass even as a boi...there's always something I forget...hmmm...aha I'm a notary too!" You bury your face in your hands and start to think of a plan B, but Buffy is already pulling the beach bum into her house and dragging her to the livingroom where she starts ripping her clothes off.

You stare, stunned, stumbling in and shutting the door behind you. You knew Buffy was free spirited, but you never expected her to be quite this slutty. You wonder if it's the pheromones, but if it was, then why wasn't she all over you? She notices you squirming as she strokes Bunny's shaft and teases her lips with her darting tongue. "Oh...so you're staying? Sorry...sorry I don't mean to be cruel, but when are you going to learn to read a room? Bunny, will you be a dear and eat me out while I explain something to Amy?"

Bunny clearly doesn't object to eating for her supper. She's got Buffy's bottoms off and her face buried in her bush before you can say, "Buh?" Bunny laughs musically and you feel an icicle pierce your heart. You knew it was going to be hard watching her hit it off with some stranger after spending a lifetime ignoring your affections, but you didn't think it would be so pornographically painful. Still, this is all part of your penance.

Buffy makes a sympathetic expression, or she starts to make one but her face contorts in pleasure as her new roomie motorboats her clit. "Fuh fuh fuuuuuuck! Oh don't look so saaAAAaaad. You just NNGGH never did it for me. See, I know what I WHIMPER want and I take NNF it, like Bunny here. You just stand AAAH and squirm and wait for someone to NNGH GUH give you permission to cum. EEEEEEEEEEE" As if to punctuate her point, Buffy grabs Bunny's blonde hair and rides her face like a sex toy until she sprays all over her. Bunny quickly laps it up and keeps tonguing her deeper. Finally, Buffy pushes her away and says, "Whew. That's enough for now."

You wish you could correct her, but you literally just stood and watched her get tongue fucked while squirming in your panties waiting for an invitation. You turn to go, ready to accept this as part of the price you have to pay when Buffy stops you at the door. "Wait. I want you to know you've always been a good friend and I'm so happy you seem to be making the changes you need to. I won't tell anyone and your friend can stay here as long as she likes. I also want to give you some advice. If you don't go after what you want, if you don't act like you deserve it, if you live your life waiting to make a move, you'll only end up alone or with someone who will take advantage of your hesitation. I hope when you find yourself you let me know. I think I'd really like whoever she is."

Buffy kisses you softly on the lips and you want to spin her around and fuck her up against the door, but you don't know if that's a sign of your growing self confidence or your growling hunger pains. Instead you break the kiss and say, "I hope I like her too," and head back out to your car, hoping your next victim's problems are just as 'easy' to solve.