Greetings peasants!
The best time of year has arrived. I, Solomon E, terror of tinies, leader of malicious giants, lover of Space Godzilla, hater of maple doughnuts, evilest of all size reviewers, and unparalleled genius exiled to a prison planet outside the Ghost Head Nebula, have returned!
Once more the calendar turns to that most splendid of all months, October. Yet again that accursed do-gooder SolomonG must yield! There She Grows is under new management.
Halloween will be here soon. Accordingly, I will reorient this blog to focus on horrific stories. And what could horrify growth fans more than seeing their fondest dream, the rapid spread of hyper-sexed growing co-eds, come true only to discover that the dream is actually a nightmare!
Botcomics first released “Bimbonic Plague” in late October 2020 smack dab in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic. It ran for a total of six issues and concluded in mid-January 2023. William “Bill” Pratt wrote the first four issues while Bacchus wrote the last two and J. J. McQuade drew the entire six-issue run. The phrase “Bimbonic Plague” is not quite unique having been used at least as far back as the early 1990s in a Washington Post article, in 2006 in an Urban Dictionary definition, and in a 2015 short story by Joe Mudak.
To give background on the creators, let’s start with the first writer. William Pratt has a long history, over 18 years, of working with Botcomic’s Breast Expansion (B.E.) Story Club beginning with “Full-Bodied Shampoo” in 2006.
(SIDE NOTE: The real name of Boris Karloff, first actor who played Universal Pictures Frankenstein’s monster, was William Henry Pratt. Perhaps the actor and the Botcomics author are related? Could William Pratt be the son of William Henry Pratt, a.k.a. Boris Karloff? Or did Boris Karloff fake his death in 1969 and reverted to his birth name in order to serve as a writer for Botcomics in 2006? If true then William Pratt would be 136 years old as of October 2024, a world record for human longevity. That maybe far-fetched, but who knows? I might be onto something!)
William Pratt wrote many other illustrated stories to include but not limited to: “Remote Control” a.k.a. “Remote Out Of Control,” “Sluttech,” and “The Three Wish War.”
As mentioned before, Bacchaus wrote the final two issues and brought the series to its conclusion. (SIDE NOTE: Not for nothing, but a giantess entered the story after Bacchus took over. Before that it was just B.E., male muscular development and minor male height increase, and penis enlargement.) Bacchus began at Botcomics in 2017 with “Grow World” and most recently in September 2024 wrote “MILF Milk: Island Diet.”
While starting with the company after Pratt, J. J. McQuade has drawn a ton of comics beginning with “Cruise Controlled” in mid-February 2012. McQuade also wrote several drawn by other artists and occasionally handled both drawing and writing for series such as “Polar Intruder” and “The Tall Girl in the Smalltown.” Nowadays, McQuade draws the majority of new series, and probably has worked on more stories as artist, author, or both than any other creator!
With that background on the creators, let’s now examine the plot of Bimbonic Plague. Basically, it’s zombie horror but instead of ravenous undead, victims become sex-crazed men with increased musculature and enlarged cocks or sex-crazed women with enlarged breasts. That was the situation until a solitary giantess entered the picture beginning with issue five.
There was a love story between two survivors, an unnamed blonde cheerleader and Reuben a brown-haired comic shop worker, whose adventures serve as the framing device. (SIDE NOTE: I was surprised that the blonde was never identified even though she was a main character from issue one until issue six where she played a pivotal role in the conclusion. Other characters, like a test subject called Bogdan Wisniewski, only appeared within three panels of a single issue but had a name nonetheless.)
Scientist Dr. Gordon created the virus as a way to restore youth and provide “eternal beauty.” However, the pathogen also reduced intellect and caused dramatic body modifications beyond age regression. Before he could fine-tune the virus a pair of interns inadvertently exposed themselves and spread the contagion worldwide.
There was an interesting aspect to this pathogen which mimicked traditional zombies. Similar to how zombies desired to eat the living these “bimbo zombies” desired to fuck uncontaminated people. An infected person has sex with an uninfected, but soon afterward that carnal act loses its appeal and the infected seek out new victims.
That was a good explanation for an outbreak. Without that rationale infected might just fuck like bunnies without bothering to involve others.
Overall, under the positives column the theme was clever, the burgeoning romance was appealing, and the two leads were likeable. One point of caution must be highlighted. Just as zombies do not pause to ask if they may eat your brains neither do bimbo zombies pause to ask if they may engage in carnal relations with your person. To put that more bluntly, bimbo zombies sexually assault people. That assault was not dwelt upon or celebrated, but readers should be aware that consent was not a factor.
Regarding negatives, the entire run would have benefited if an editor had given it a quick review and requested a rewrite. Minor changes would have made a world of difference. However, as is, dialogue was often confusing and the text appeared to be missing parts of words or entire phrases. As proof I offer the following example appearing in the second issue. A woman named Carlie told her lover to forgot the homework, but he had not said anything about homework. So, why did she bring up the topic? He wanted time to physically recover not time to complete school chores.
To give an example of a truncated speech balloon the word “God” was cut off in the bottom panel of page nine from issue three.
To give another example see the speech or word balloon labeled “#1” in the following screenshot from issue four. Blonde cheerleader said “Tammy, what are you doing?” then Tammy replied “Hardly, I broke a cast-iron frying pan taking down the last one.” “Hardly” is not an answer to “What are you doing?” Its usage was nonsensical. Adding another line of dialogue like “Are you trying to kill him?” could have improved this. Furthermore, word balloon #2 had a tail pointing to the buff dude when it should have pointed at the blonde. Word balloon #3 claimed that Tammy identified the dude as Howie Best based on his Dungeons and Dragons (D&D) shirt, but he was only wearing a plain black t-shirt. How is a nondescript dark shirt considered a D&D shirt? Please comment below if you think Howie’s top is a D&D shirt. At best, I consider it a reference to Metallica’s “Black Album.”
Lastly, there was a visual non-continuity at #4 and #5. In #4 Howie Best was packing an extra-large penis, as expected in an infected man, but in #5, the very next panel, that disappeared.
Overall, this was a fun but flawed comic with an innovative concept held back by lackluster execution. I give it three bimbo zombies out of five.
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The next blog post (coming in ten minutes because I write really fast!) will cover an expansion tale which is a loving homage to a seminal Bruce Campbell classic.
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