Head to the cafeteria.

You head to the cafeteria. At the start of the breakout, it used to be a safe haven, the principal and vice principal of the school mandated that the bimbois and more recently, due to the new strain, bimgurls, be kept on the separate side of the cafeteria than the non infected students. As a half assed attempt to reduce the spread.

It was kind of helpful initially, that was until about a week and a half ago, when the principal and vice principal got infected only two days apart. Ever since then, they’ve had a non mandatory, but highly encouraged bimboy and bimgurl infection policy. Rates have been soaring ever since. Despite this the state still requires anyone over 18 and unemployed to attend school, unless you want legal repercussions.

As you walk down the hallway to the cafeteria you see multiple bimbois and bimgurls sucking, fucking and infecting other students. You would be numb to it all now if it wasn’t for one fact. The thought of being infected makes you incredibly horny. You’ve spent every night since the initial outbreak pumping your tiny cock to bimboy transformation porn. There’s only one reason you haven’t been infected yet and that’s the simple fact that you are a coward and are deathly scared of the repercussions of such actions.

You swing open the doors to the cafeteria to witness the same infection ridden orgy you’ve seen everyday for weeks at this point. Across the cafeteria you spot a self-sectioned off area of uninfected students eating lunch, some of which are what’s left of your uninfected friends.