You and Sunset have been fighting the bimbo plague that has recently descended upon CHS. It’s been about a week and a half now since Principal Celestia herself was infected and started spreading it through the staff and students more rapidly. A couple of the guys are hiding from the girls now and some girls had the wise idea to just stay home, sensing something’s wrong.
The plague was a strange one, messing with one’s memories to fit the changes in a woman. Thanks to your helping Sunset, you knew that Fluttershy didn’t usually have lactation issues, you knew that Dash wasn’t regularly tailed by half the soccer team, and you knew AJ wasn’t some amazonian woman that towered over every guy in school.
And yet the memories were there. You remembered Fluttershy growing into DDs in middle school, you remember Dash flirting with Soarin for as long as she’d known him, and you remembered AJ being a Goliath even as a freshman. But Sunset had said otherwise, even after she was infected too.
It was more or less inevitable. Trying to stop it involved being near it. Even though Trixie resisted the mental effects, she was still a carrier. So you weren’t too surprised when you noticed that Sunset showed up to your daily meeting on a pair of platform heels and a crop top. The plague affected clothes both worn and stored at home, so there wasn’t much to be done there. Granted, Sunset’s body was taking it very well. Even as a ‘1.0’, as Sunset had named the stage, she was showing to be pretty hefty. Her breasts made it to Rarity’s size within the week, only eclipsed by Fluttershy in the student body. Her legs were godly, shapely with form thoughts that your instincts begged to sink your fingers into. Ass wise…dear god, only Pinkie could top that. Her skirt was barely holding onto her decency by the end of the week, clenching her ass taut around a pair of hips that looked like they only belonged on someone ten years her elder. It was almost a shame you were working against this thing. Sunset 2.0 would probably be a sex goddess. You quickly broke yourself from that line of thought though. You had to focus.
Despite this, Sunset seemed mentally resistant too. She’d occasionally lapse into a silent stare, either at a guy’s crotch (your’s usually) or another woman’s chest (Trixie’s usually). Not to mention how often she would lick those plump orange lips of her’s, though she assured you it was just a nervous habit and nothing more. That and there was the strange chokers that Sunset and Trixie has started to wear, ones that had each other’s marks on them. Granted they said it was done sorta friendship solidarity thing.
Besides, you had to worry about yourself too. Spending upwards of a week around two bimbos was taking its toll. Even if they were still taller than you, you were showing signs of an oncoming himbo. You were looking built at this point, not muscular, but at the very least you looked like you worked out every now and then. Your abs were clearly defined and your old wardrobe was now fifty percent muscle shirts and tank tops. Not to mention the elephant in the room. Sunset has been seen staring at your crotch for good reason. All the bimbos in school had your cock erect nearly all day, and no amount of maneuvering it in your pants could hide the tent it created. At one point you’d just take care of it after school, but not only had Sunset theorized that masturbating just advanced the himboification, but the one time you tried it, you were hard again within the hour. It was like the plague knew you’d try that, and it wanted to to deal with it another way. If only it didn’t help spread the plague further. What you wouldn’t do for some actual relief and-
“Ohhhh~” You moaned suddenly, leaving your wandering thoughts behind as you suddenly snapped back to the reality around you. You were in the lab. It was day fourteen of the plague. You were meeting Sunset to…
You looked down, catching movement out of the corner of your eye. You look just in time to see Sunset pulling herself away from your pulsating cock, dribbling with cum. A long strand of saliva still connected your shining orange lips to your glazed rod. “S-Sunset?” You choke out, surprised beyond belief.
Sunset looked slightly different. At least you thought so. Her makeup looked a little heavier, a pair of green hoop earrings now dangling from each ear. The smaller details were harder to be certain of in these times. Sunset smiled and looked across at you as she licked her lips, “Don’t worry, I enjoyed it too~” She giggled, making one more visible act of swallowing.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?!” You sputter out in a panic. Your shirt feels tighter, you’re certain of that. “We’re trying to stop this thing, not advance it! What do you call this?! Collecting samples, I-?!” Your words start to blur together in the panic, moving to stand until a form hand grips your shoulder and sits you back down. Orange painted nails, perfectly manicured. You swallow nervously as Sunset scoffs, a long dribble of cum still dripping down from the corner of her mouth. You hope she’s about to reassure you, condescending as it might be. Instead, what she says makes your heart sink and your cock shoot right back up to attention.