After quickly locking up the shop, and sealing the hurricane shutters Edward settled down to figure out what’s going on and what to do. He had worked in the sex shop for years and knew he would be safe inside but also knew he could not stay there. After watching the madness unfold on the news he still had come no closer to finding a course of action.
The virus was rampantly spreading and turning everyone into sex-fueled bimbos, with ridiculous proportions. He could not help but be horny, women that once were meagre A cups seemed to sport E cups and higher, from what he could tell the virus had different effects making some have fake looking blown up tits, some huge natural knockers and others with unreal perky boobs with huge nipples, asses expanded, hips widened, thigh gaps formed, lips expanded and many other transformations occurred.
He was absently rubbing his 5.5-inch erect cock thinking about how he had no inclination to become one of those mindless sex sluts when he heard a clatter from the back room.
He froze, he was alone, wasn’t he?
Had a customer come in without him knowing before he locked down?
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