Mrs Hellgrave meets the beast

Mrs Hellgrave’s eyes went wide as Dr Turner was launched back onto the supply room workbench, his wiry body wracked with convulsions.

“NOOOooo…”

She watched slack-jawed as his sallow skin rippled and bulged as though a nest of angry pythons were roiling beneath it. His body contorting wildly as he thrashed and all but foamed at the mouth. It looked atrociously painful.

The sexpot college dean stumbled back a step as it became clear that Dr Turner’s muscles were swelling and spreading, his bony old limbs bulging as they took on enough solid new mass to put a circus strongman to shame.

What riveted her attention most of all was the spectacle that was his manhood. That tortured tissue was engorging and distorting like a living fleshy nightmare until it finally settled heavily against his tree-trunk thick thigh.

“J-James…?”

The sight of it alone had her panting like a bitch in heat; it had to be close to a foot long and as thick as a cucumber in its flaccid state. She quivered in unrestrained hunger, her huge gravity-defying tits heaving as it began to twitch and harden obscenely before her. Glancing up she saw the burning eyes of the beast that had been Dr Turner looking down at her from beneath a prominent jutting brow.

It almost felt fitting that she was still kneeling before such a mighty and brutal idol.

“Tits…” The Beast growled with lustful menace “Want… Tits!”

Mrs Hellgrave hadn’t endured this strangeness only to miss her opportunity at that glorious… thing. Rising smoothly to her feet she sashayed slowly up to the towering monster, juggling her monumental melons together enticingly in her hands.

"Are these what you want, big guy?" She purred, her smooth velvety tone a direct contrast to her racing heart.

The beast didn’t stand on ceremony or even hesitate. It reached out with fingers the size of bananas and roughly sank them into her pillowy tit-flesh drawing a jet of warm milk forth, spattering across its immensely broad chest.

“Oh Gawd~!”

Mrs Hellgraves knees went weak at the forcefulness of its mauling touch. Dr Turn-no, the Beast’s powerful handling of her and his or it’s pungent reeking animal/man musk seemed to promise her all she lusted for and more. She almost swooned with sweet sinful surrender as an arm with the width of a telephone pole encircled her willowy waist and swept her off her feet.

“Tits! Want milk… Tits!”

“Oh- Oh my… Yes! Suck my fat milky titties… Oooh~”

Mrs Hellgrave squealed with giddy excitement as the Beast lifted her bodily until her bountiful bouncing knockers were smashed hard against its callous face. Its hungry mouth fastened around one stiff rubbery nipple while its free hand roughly milked her other, drawing out longer streamers of warm flowing cream.

She shook as its rough suckling lips, ravenous licking tongue and frantically pawing hands sent her soaring into a lightning-quick shuddering breast-gasm.

“Oh fuck… Yaaasss~!” She howled, her bombshell bimbo body bucking in the creature's unyielding grasp.

Even through the blinding bolts of pleasure she could feel something hard and heavy grinding against her left ass-cheek as she squirmed joyfully in its iron hold. She could only imagine it was the head of this Beast’s monstrous cock. She needed that amazing slab of man-meat inside her more than she needed her next breath of oxygen.

“P-Please… Give me what I-I need…”

All words and rational thinking fled her as another breast-gasm seemed to rumble up her spine and detonate in her pretty skull. She could feel her tits swelling larger with fresh lactate as her XXX-infected body desperately tried to match pace with the inhuman new demands being made of it.

The “growing” changes that had transformed Ms Summers didn’t seem so unbelievable now… and something warm and wet was running down the insides of her sculpted thighs. Even through the head-spinning shock-waves of hedonistic rapture she could only guess it was her own juices.

“MILK!” The creature cried out for more, heedless of the creamy mess dripping down its anvil of a chin. “WANT MILK… MORE MILK!”

Mrs Hellgrave felt as though her already enormous billowing breasts were about to explode from their drastic expansion, trying to meet this roaring monster's voracious appetite. Her body was an exquisite whirlwind of the aching pain from such rapid change and the overwhelming ecstasy that the Beast was inflicting on her.

She wanted all of this creature and every carnal delight it could offer. She had been without a man too long and now this monster’s dominating presence seemed to promise her more than she could possibly handle. Mrs Hellgrave didn’t care, she needed its gargantuan cock blasting great sticky loads of hot man-seed inside her.

“Cock…” She gasped, her own vocabulary truncated by steaming lust. “I want… your cock inside me!”

The creature didn’t respond but continued to savage her chest relentlessly. Mrs Hellgrave flailed her head about, trying to focus her bleary eyes over her shoulders, Craning her neck to make out the position of its throbbing tool beneath her.

Ha! She could just barely see it pressed against her bubbly wriggling booty. Huge and throbbing visibly with the Beast's pulse, oozing thick lines of pungent pre-cum down its rocky shaft. Her mouth watered at the sight of so much delicious jizz.

Dreaming of the blissful nirvana it would send her into and in that moment, Mrs Hellgrave was a cocaine addict coming eye to eye with her dealer’s whole stash.