A Bimbo Plague Redux
Part 012
"Hello? We're here from Fantasy Dream Escorts, we received a call?" A warm, sultry voice called from the front of the house. "Two young ladies said that there was a gentleman here who needed our help?"
Tom's eyes widened hungrily as two unfamiliar women, a stunning brunette and her equally winsome pink-haired companion entered the living room. They froze mid step when they discovered him, naked and erect in the center of the carpet, surrounded by five ravishing XXX-girls in various stages of undress.
The brunette new-comer did not look well pleased at the sight, her cute rosebud mouth pouting as she scowled at the entire room. She had the body of a lingerie model and though her tits weren't even the third largest in the room, they certainly drew Tom's attention. He was trapped under her burning gaze, his head nestled between Ms Summers' impressive melons and trying to focus his bleary eyes on the beautiful escort and her equally exquisite partner.
"Huh..."
Her silky espresso coloured hair was shiny, straight and pinned up to expose a graceful neck so only her long bangs hung free to frame a model-perfect face that might have featured on the cover of Vanity Fair. Her eyes were dark and smoky, her nose classically pert and her cherry lips deliciously full. Could Tom imagine having that plush soft mouth wrapped around his shaft whilst she looked worshipfully up at him with those smoldering eyes? He most certainly could!
Her slinky dress might have charitably been classified as
club-wear
but he couldn't imagine seeing it worn anywhere outside of a strip club. It was a tiny figure-hugging mini-dress, the sheer fabric on the sides was shorn away in tantalizing cut-outs to reveal her slender waist and dusky olive skin beneath. The skimpy black number was made of some midnight fabric that was cut so short as to show off a scandalous amount of her smooth slender thighs and barely cover her firm ripe rump, which it hugged like liquid latex.
The sharp neckline plunged sinfully deep and exposed an obscene amount of her luscious over-flowing bust, which looked ready to burst free at any moment. Between her banging body, the scillatious little dress and her tall skyscraper stripper heels, this most welcome intrusion was hotter than a stolen habanero.
"Well this is mildly disappointing." She muttered, none-to-quietly, "It seems like a man can't get hard these days without immediately attracting half a dozen cock-hungry hyenas. Am I right Aysha?"
The pastel-haired beauty beside her nodded without taking her ravenous eyes off Tom, a stare which he returned in spades.
She was dressed in a tight-fitting hooded jumpsuit made of some soft velvety material in a tiger print. The bottoms of the jumpsuit were cut off like hot-pants, showing her long inviting legs all the way up to her shapely hips and drawing attention to her succulent bubble-butt. The hoodie and cuffs were lined in luxurious black fur and a long zipper ran all the way down the front like the path of least resistance, starting between a set of fun-loving cantaloupe-sized tits which stretched the soft fabric to its limits, and led his blood-shot eyes down to where it disappeared between her firm bared thighs.
The excitingly snug outfit along with a pair of tan leather fuck-me boots and her glossy mane of flowing pink hair made Tom's hands twitch seize that damn zipper, peel back the sexy tigress outfit and be at all the pale naked goodness beneath. Those 'Fantasy Dream Escorts' certainly knew how to entice a man.
"Well... At least the client seems to like what he sees, Eva." The pink haired Aysha replied smugly.
Ms Summers arms drew Tom tighter against her, almost submerging his poor throbbing skull completely within the vast ocean of her cushiony cleavage and the warm hand stroking his iron man-rod tightened around it possessively. Mrs. Hope looked ready to explode at the mere sight of the two new XXX-infected intruders.
"No, no, no! He hasn't fucked me yet. Get to the back of the fucking line, you party-crashing bitches." Pamela Hope snarled like a feral cornered animal before breaking down into despaired rambling. "He hasn't exploded inside my pussy... I haven't got to feel his huge cock cumming in me yet! Please,
please...
just go away."
She was still gorgeous, Tom noted dreamily. Even when pushed to the very razors edge of reason, she was still as beautiful as Aphrodite in all her furious splendor. Her slender athletic limbs glistening with a fever sweat, her enormous breasts rippling like creamy jelly with each labored breath she took. Her dark curls curtaining that mature arresting face as her eyes blazed with steely defiance.
Maybe he would fuck her after-all...
"You don't call the shots here, you greedy cow." Eva the escort shot back coldly, even as she stepped over the passed-out cum-leaking form of Holly and gestured at Tom where he was sinking into Ms Summers embrace as though she were quicksand... "
He's
the one who will decide who he does and doesn't want to fuck..."
With that she struck a pose; one slender arm crooked gracefully behind her dark hair, her superb full breasts out-thrust, planting her stiletto-heels wide apart. Then she began to teasingly lift the bottom hem of the teensy dress while locking her smoldering gaze on Tom.
Off to her side, Aysha cocked her thick enticing hips to one side and ran her long delicate fingers across her massive bulging rack until they came to rest suggestively on the tab of the zipper. Her nipples stiffened and pressed hard against the furry fabric of the tiger-suit. The candy-haired minx gave Tom a sharp, dazzling smile that was more reminiscent of a hungry piranha rather than a beautiful woman and her large gray eyes sparkled ravenously.
"All a girl can do is put herself in a promising...
position
."
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Dr. Turner held a flashlight in his mouth as he searched through the office filing cabinet. He didn't remember much of the day, so he reasoned that he had spent most of it in his altered 'beast' form. Something which he was beginning to think of as a primal, sexually overcharged 'Mr. Hyde' version of himself.
He could hazily recall some few details of his time in that new body though. The feel of soft tits in his big strong hands, the stretching of a sweet snatch around the immense girth of his monstrous cock and the mind-blowing pleasure of blasting simply
unreal
amounts of his man-juices (or was that
beast-juices?
) into his ecstatically willing prey.
He found it all quite unsettling--if just a little exciting--and the elderly professor hoped that remembering even those brief flashes was a good sign.
Tactile and sensory memories were a start at least.
He had snuck into the school nurse's office after sunset in the tattered remains of the lab coat he had been wearing before his latest change overcame him. Dr. Turner silently reminded himself to try and find new clothes made of particularly stretchable fabrics with elastic waists before he had nothing left to wear as he searched through the school's medical records.
Pulling a few students' files out of the cabinet drawer he sat down at the nurses desk and began to flick through them under the narrow beam of the flashlight. These were the medical records of the few uninfected male students left at the school and he wanted to make sure that none of them had any major allergies or medical conditions before he made them the offer of his questionable 'cure'.
Surely, even his own half-human existence was a better alternative to changing into a full-time cock-hungry slut!
His studious eye ran over the file labeled 'Tom Brown'. The young man's age, home address and a brief family medical history headed the page. No allergies; neither dietary or medicinal which was good but there was a small annotation under the section for pre-existing medical conditions...
Dr Turner's breath caught in his throat. Now that was...
unusual.
Dr. Turner's brow furrowed as he squinted down at the odd notation on the file. That fact it was even listed at all was the result of antiquated school screening procedures that were over forty years out of date. But there it was in black and white and the unexpected discovery sent a thrill through the old teachers bones.
He couldn't say for sure but it could be Tom's salvation!
Dr. Turner figured he knew as much about the virus as anyone who hadn't been directly involved in the early studies or wasn't, presumably, locked up in some secret government doomsday bunker. Scooping the files up under one arm he was hurrying for the door when the lights suddenly came on and there in the doorway stood the resident college nurse, Ms Temple.
Jodie Temple had already been a comely young lady before the virus hit the school; slender and athletic with wavy red hair and sparkling green eyes. Now she was a drop-dead bombshell on a thermonuclear level, a gorgeous vision of femininity that would have brought any playboy centerfold to tears of envy.
Her hair had grown impossibly long and glossy, her skin smooth as rubber and her lips swollen to glorious cock-inviting fullness. Her originally small but perky breasts had exploded out into a heavy swaying payload of up-top ordinance while her waist narrowed, her hips and ass took on full mind-blowing firmness and her legs had grown lickably long. Dr. Turner would have likened her to a lean-bodied track athlete, except he never remembered any athletes having tits like hers.
They were simply...
impractically
large!
"Oh my, I thought I saw lights in my infirmary. Imagine my surprise..."
She stood in the doorway, posed at an angle with one lifted knee sliding up against the frame as her gigantic tits hugged the door jam and her fiery red hair cascading down over one shoulder. She was still dressed in a nurse's uniform, albeit one that would have started a riot amongst the school's male population, students and teachers alike.
An obscenely short and skin-tight white lycra dress with red trim did little to conceal her jaw-dropping body or the flash of her white lace panties from beneath the high-riding hem. The buttons on the front of the dress were open down to her navel and Dr. Turner could see her enormous supple melons testing the limits of a red lace demi-bra through the open neckline. On her dainty feet were matching white five-inch heels and white silk stockings made love to her sculpted calves, ending halfway up her smooth alluring thighs.
"Hello, Doctor." She purred in a heated tone, "It's after office hours but if you have come in for a check-up, I'm certain we can accommodate you."
Feeling the familiar uncomfortable beginnings of muscle tension in his gut, the aging teacher just sighed in resignation and placed the files carefully in a desk drawer. He would have to recover them after he finished his next period of
'change'
.
"We've all been hearing about your unusual...
