A commotion at school...

Tom didn’t feel any better in the morning when Britney came to wake him.

Both girls were dressed and prepared for school and college respectively. It was a bleak reminder of the risks they were taking by returning to the outside world and mingling with the infected student population. He didn’t blame them for wanting some semblance of normality in all the madness that had overtaken all their lives but he couldn’t help but to see it as recklessly foolhardy. It was only Thursday which meant he only had to endure it for two more days before taking the weekend to re-evaluate this new development.

“We’ve eaten but Jessica is making you some toast and then we need to go” Britney said apologetically. “Or I’ll be late for gymnastic training.”

Tom wiped the sleep from his eyes and made his staggering way to the bathroom. Soon he was washed, fed and climbing into the driver’s seat of the family wagon feeling all the tension of yesterday on repeat. He addressed the two girls seriously as they pulled out into the street.

“The same rule applies as yesterday, if anything happens that makes you feel at risk or in danger, get somewhere safe and call me immediately.” He stated emphatically. “I’ll only be there briefly to see Dr Turner and then I’ll have to leave you or I’m liable to start a riot.”

A sex riot… was that different from an orgy? …or maybe a one man gang-bang would be a better definition.

“Jeez, get over yourself.” Jessica drawled from the passenger seat. “I swear you boys have only gotten worse since this all started.”

“What boys?” Tom snapped back a little harder than he intended, “Are you seeing something that I’m not? Because I’m not spotting too many men wandering the streets these days.”

That seemed to take the wind out of her sails and her look turned pensive and she stared fixedly out the window to avoid eye-contact. Britney, ever the sweetheart, came to her rescue.

“We will, Tom. I promise.” She reassured him from the back seat. “The first hint of any funny business and we’ll lock ourselves in the nearest classroom and call.”

They both nodded and the rest of the journey to the school was passed with Britney’s excited prattle about her part in the Gymnastics Tournament the next day. The reminder of it seemed to drop on Tom’s shoulders like a physical weight, another hazardous expedition out into the epidemic stricken public…

All those worries were momentarily forgotten as they pulled into the college car park.

The place seemed to be buzzing like a kicked beehive and before Tom could make a worried observation on the matter, both the girls were scrambling out of the car as if he were about to change his mind. To be fair Tom nearly had but now he had **** but to follow them across the street into the crowds of students and teachers milling about in small groups and talking excitedly.

“...seven foot tall with a cock like a baseball bat…”

“I heard it was last spotted behind the bleachers…”

The first thing that became quickly apparent was that every avid gossiper was ludicrously female and clearly infected with the XXX-virus.Though something was causing them so much excitement that–for the moment at least–even Tom was being passively ignored. A shocked gasp from Britney gained his attention though as she peered into the heart of the thronging females.

“Oh my god – it’s Ms summers! Look at her breasts…”

Tom looked over the sea of pretty heads and spotted her. The change in her wasn’t just astonishing, it was jaw-dropping. The auburn-haired gym teacher's breasts were freakishly full, perfectly spherical and looked heavy with milk, even much more so than all but the bustiest XXX-infected mega-milfs he had seen on the newscasts.

Ms Summers tremendous knockers were near the size of her own head. They would have easily been rivals to Ms Hope’s colossal assets and Tom knew they were exceptional, even in this new bra-busting golden age of heroically heaving bosoms.

He immediately recognized them as the tits of an overactive XXX-slut. Any infected woman with mounds that huge would have needed to have entertained legions of sexual partners just as Ms Hope had as the first carrier in their suburb. Even so, it wasn’t completely impossible…

Tom grabbed Britney’s hand and dragged her away from the hyer-focused crowd of sexual sirens while they were all still distracted.

“Come on, I know you’ve seen this sort of thing before. Just keep away from them ok?” He whispered to her harshly but she remained unconvinced.

“But yesterday… they were only about half that size.” She protested and that revelation brought Tom to a dead stop.

“Are you sure?” He demanded urgently.

“Yes! I don’t know what she’s going to do, she won’t fit in her leotard now. Her hips and thighs look thicker too.”

Tom risked a glance over the crowd again and immediately regretted it.

Ms Summers had spotted him and was sauntering through the mass of her admiring sisterhood, swaying and bouncing in ways that would have been impossible for her twenty-four hours earlier. Tom recoiled defensively but couldn’t drag his eyes off of her impossibly voluptuous form.

She was dressed in pale blue Lycra shorts that stretched impossibly tight over her unbelievably lush hips and were cut short atop of her strong generous thighs. Her top must have been a loose fitting pink cotton tank-top once but was now so low cut and was so completely filled out by her fleshy orbs that they looked as though they might spill free of it at the slightest provocation.

She looked pleased at his goggling reaction to her newfound figure and Tom prepared himself for her inevitable onslaught of lewd suggestions or straight-out propositions. He prepared himself to run if necessary.

Then surprised him with her unexpected question…

“Hello Tom. Can you tell us all where we might find Doctor Turner?”

Tom blinked in confusion.

Was it possible that there was something more important to this top-heavy minx than the immediate need for his cock? He felt strangely offended on some level then shook it off with a sigh. Maybe Jessica had been onto something when she told him off but… His mind boggled as he stared at the crowd of women that was giving off the same hungry vibe as a school of piranhas.

“Ummm… I don’t know.”

It was all he could think to say as his eyes played over them and then fell on the chemistry professor’s old sedan. It was still parked in the same spot as the day before but its bonnet was crushed in as though a wrecking ball had been dropped on it.

Tom struggled to clear his head; the pheromone perfume of the crowd of women was reaching him. It had begun to fog his thoughts with their enticing scent and a few of them were beginning to eye him lustfully now. After-all, while it was clear that Dr Turner wasn’t here, Tom was and he was still a man. A man with a dick… it was time to beat a hasty retreat. Tom ran for the car.

“Don’t forget to bring Britney to the Gymnastics Competition on Sunday!” Ms Summers called after him while laughing. “She’s very important to the team and I’m sure you'll want to be there to… support us all.”