Dr. Turner does some research...

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fact it was even listed at all was the result of antiquated school screening procedures that were over fourty years out of date.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… condition.” Ms Temple said coyly, sauntering towards him with all the fluid grace of a jungle jaguar. “Maybe if I could examine you, we might both learn something from the experience.”

Dr Turner managed to get his belt undone and his pants half-way down before the first cramps of the impending transformation hit him.