A Bimbo Plague Redux
Part 018
"How did this happen to you, James?"
Dr Turner sat on the ottoman, his posture hunched and nervous as his eyes darted around the room trying to look anywhere but at Tom.
James?
How had the boy--no... how had this
MAN
known his first name? Sure, some people in his small personal life knew his birth name. People like his long estranged sister but really, no-one had called him James since his wife had passed nine years back.
It was a small concern given his current circumstances but for some reason it seemed to open him like a clam shell and his eyes snapped down. Away from his ex-student who was no longer just another college undergraduate.
"My formula, I spoke--I spoke to you about it yesterday, or was that the day before now? Does anyone have the time? I--I seem to have misplaced my wrist watch..."
He was looking down at his dirty bare feet as his rambling voice trailed off. In truth Dr James Turner had lost more than his wrist watch. Every article of clothing and accessory on his body had been torn to shreds under the sheer mass of his brutal transformation. Thank god he didn't still wear his wedding ring or James might have been missing a finger.
He was draped in a plain woolen blanket that a stunning, statuesque redhead had begrudgingly given him. She had sniffed and looked down her nose at him briefly as though the thought of even touching Dr Turner repulsed her.
"It changed you into that creature, I understand James." Tom's voice was deeper and smoother than Dr James Turner remembered from the other day.
Akin to the distant rumble of a tropical waterfall into a deep diving pool. Calming but with a hint of hardness in it that bespoke supreme command. It was the voice that had utterly cowed The Beast by speaking in stony hard tones as indomitable as the mountains themselves.
"Where is the Beast now, James?"
Tom kept using his first name as though he were stripping James Turner of his honorifics and titles so they could simply talk as men, as equals. Though it was clear that they were far from that now. James could feel the Beast inside himself, burrowing deep into his being and huddling away like a nocturnal animal hiding in a hole scared of the blazing bright sunshine outside.
"It's--It's still in me but it's scared. I--I think it's scared of you..." Dr Turner stammered, fixing his eyes on his filthy hands in his lap.
They were caked in dirt and there was mud under his cracked fingernails. In his periphery he could see the same exquisite flame-haired warrior woman from earlier dragging a moaning, writhing naked female across the room by a slim ankle.
...over to Tom in fact.
"Look at me, James. We are men. So we will talk and behave like men. Look me in the eyes, James."
With what felt like a superhuman effort Dr James Turner raised his aged balding head to finally look directly at Tom.
The young man was seated on a long brown fabric couch that had been pushed into the middle of the living room as though he were its centerpiece. Because he was. The whole room reeked of sex, the pervasive odor of man-cum and women's pussy juices permeated the air as thick and eye-watering as mustard gas. Dr Turner trembled as he looked upon the main source of the potent smell.
Were he to stand, James would guess that Tom might tower over six and a half feet tall. His naked shining body defying all aesthetic belief.
Muscles stacked atop sculpted muscle to build a form that would have been at home on the very summit of Mt Olympus. His hair was full and thick. His facial features strong with a defined jawline men could break anvils upon, but it was his eyes that were both captivating and intimidating.
His irises were
white!
Not the filmy eggshell white of a blind man or the cheap powder white of cosmetic contact lenses but the pure crystalline hue of flawless agate with hints of gold flecked through them. They stared into Jame's very soul when he locked his own with them and it made him want to cringe away but Dr Turner was powerless to do so.
Changed as he may be, this was still Tom Brown... wasn't it?
Dr Turner had taught the boy Math in Senior year and Biology the year before. They had got along well, hadn't they? In that reserved and mutually respectable fashion any good student teacher relationship should be.
Except that Tom hadn't ever been so shamelessly naked in those interactions. Never been so naked or
erect...
nor was his massive fleshy cock so enthusiastically sucked on by Ms Summer's; the school's gorgeous XXX-infected Athletics Coordinator.
The hyper-voluptuous minx was plunging her pretty head up and down Tom's stupendous length and girth as though she were trying to kill herself on it. Taking his immensity tremendously deep then loudly slurping her way noisily back up it with ecstatic cock-garbled moans. All before lunging back down to take it impossibly to its thick base.
Her glossy auburn hair was swept over one bare elegant shoulder. The silken mass swaying like a shining curtain in time with her gurgling movements. Her gag reflex was evidently nonexistent as she knelt submissively on the cum-soaked carpet, hugging and fucking his broad muscular thigh with her immense pillowy tits...
Tits that shone wetly with the saliva and precum bubbling from the seal of her plush bee-stung lips stretched around Tom's massive steely shaft. It coated her exquisite chin before dribbling into the catcher's mitt of her expansive, bulging cleavage that was gathered up beneath her flushed suckling face.
...and Tom was just sitting there, not batting an eyelid as though this were normal. Unremarkable. As if this was all his
due...
"Dear Jesus, Tom... your eyes!" Dr Turner managed to gasp out.
Tom just raised an eyebrow at him. Dr Turner would guess he hadn't got around to looking into many mirrors recently. Tom was probably too busy fucking so many incredibly striking women. It made sense when he looked upon the young man. Tom would draw women like bees to honey and more-over he would be able to deliver what they desired endlessly...
No other man James knew of could promise the like, not even the Beast.
"Aren't they just
sooo~
dreamy? I love my big strong Daddy's sexy eyes..."
That was Holly, one of the students and
wowsers
but hadn't she grown up fast...or at least her tits had. The petite blonde's schoolgirl body was super trim, impossibly tight and all youthful sexy exuberance until it reached her chest.
There her massive fleshy mounds exploded off her slim torso like two great bouncy milky melons capped with cute little rosy nipples that stood out like perfect twin raspberries. Her stunning young face was pure cherubic innocence as she knelt on the couch beside Tom. She was snuggled lovingly into his rocky side, under one strong draped arm and resting her small pale hands on Simone Summers furiously bobbing head with a happy bubbly giggle.
Behind the couch standing above Holly--regal as any empress--was a radiant golden Goddess with a long gorgeous mane of rich chocolate curls reaching long and thick down her back and glowing jade eyes. James Turner didn't know her name and couldn't look at her directly without wanting to drop to his knees and weep in joy at just looking upon her transcendent beauty.
The Angel's body was skyscraper tall, riper than a cherry and inhumanly perfect. She was all the ideals of glorious cock-hardening sex and boundless baby-making fertility made flesh.
Her perfect shining skin. Massive buoyant breasts. Sculpted exotically fae-like face. All of her completely ignoring Dr Turner as though he didn't warrant existence as she tied Holly's long platinum hair into twin flowing baby-girl ponytails with shiny blue satin ribbons and planting the occasional fond peck on the XXX-schoolgirls exposed crown.
"His eyes certainly are beautiful, Sweetling, now hush. Our Master is speaking." The goddess whispered to Holly in a voice that belonged in some on-high celestial choir.
The young blonde just nodded up at her mutely with her big baby blue eyes before turning her attention back to helping Ms Summers worship Tom's turgid, unyielding manmeat. Giggling softly again as she buried her tiny hand in the gym teacher's abundant autumn locks and pushed her down onto her Daddy's hot shaft until XXX-slut's throat visibly bulged with its huge invasive size.
"Can you control this change, James or is it involuntary? Are you aware of your actions while in the form of this "Beast"?" Tom asked in a casual conversational manner.
He appeared completely unphased by the tall fiery-haired busty amazon arranging a third half-conscious, half-undressed thoroughly fucked XXX-infected beauty around the foot of the leg Ms Summers wasn't currently titty-fucking.
"It's partially involuntary, triggered by arousal but... not entirely unpleasant. It--It hurts at first, my anatomy reshaping itself but then... well, then I am strong and I f-fuck. Excuse my vulgarity but there... there just isn't another word for it. I don't remember all of it but I catch flashes here and there. It feels
good..."
Dr Turner was beginning to feel a bit better. Tom's eyes hadn't wavered from his own and the teacher felt like he was falling into that bright pearly gaze. This Man wasn't going to hurt him but was trying to understand him. Dare James hope that Tom was trying to help him?
Wait, but he had something to tell this new Alpha Adonis before him. James had read it in Tom's school medical file right before all the chaos with the Nurse Temple had so rudely derailed him.
"Tom I have something I need to tell you-"
"That's Master Tom or Sir to you,
