Ms. Summers hunts for a beast.

Ms. Simone Summers jogged through the darkened school halls on bare feet.

She had raced back here after receiving her instructions from her new GodLord Tom through his beautiful, angelic vessel that was Pamela Hope. Simone had been transfixed by the dark haired goddess's glowing jade eyes when she had explained that Tom - that towering titan of all that was Man, that dazzling epitome of masculinity made flesh! - wanted her to find the the Dr Turner and bring the beast back to them. All while Tom upright fucked little Holly (one of her own prized students) right in front of them, repeated filling her tight teenage womb with his blessed GodSeed.

Oh, how she wanted him- needed him! Her sodden wet pussy was twitching even now just at the thought of him. That humble living room had been filled with Him. How could it contain Him when his musk and seed permeated the very air?! Certainly she had fucked him earlier, sure but since his recent transformation... how was He even possible?

Every XXX-infected girl knew how it went by now. You found a guy, seduced him by any means possible then sucked and fucked him for his precious, euphoria inducing cum until he finally collapsed and shifted into another XXX-infected slut. It wasn't a perfect world, far from it in fact but it was how a girl got her cum-fix and by all the gods above did they need that fix!

...but Tom was different. He had fucked her earlier during his fevered frenzy and that had been great. Ms Summers had floated on that dreamy cloud of contentment that only tasting or being filled with a man's semen could bring. That awful, burning, clawing hunger within her satiated for a time, replaced with a mindless, blissful completeness. Only to wake up some time later and doing it again. Then he had transformed, but not into another woman but into a living, magnificent, ever-cumming cock God!

Simone had to steady herself against a wall for a moment to whine and slide a finger through the hot, thrumming tightness between her slick thighs. She could still smell him on her skin, forever marked by him with his heavenly manly scent and she wanted him more than ever now he had transcended. That was the only word she knew to describe Him now and so here she was, running through the school at night in nothing but her cum soaked blue lycra mini-shorts with her big swaying, pendulous tits hanging out looking for Dr Turner.

Just as the Goddess Pamela Hope had commanded with the promise of Tom's precious GodCock blessing as reward if she succeeded.

Ms. Simone Summers needed that blessing on a **** primal level, to be filled and fucked by the new masterful Tom was something she felt she needed more than oxygen. Every cell in her body ached to feel him again, the neurons and pleasure centers of her brain rewired and rewritten solely centralized around Him. So she was going to find Dr Turner and one way or another she was going to bring that fucking beast back to her glorious new King!

She had raced back to the school in her sporty little hatchback with the intention of letting herself into the dark administration building and searching for Dr Turner's home address in his personnel file in the Principal Mrs Hellgraves office. That plan turned on a dime when she had jogged past the school nurses office only to freeze in the open doorway.

Glittering dark eyes widening Simone gasped at the sight within. The small infirmary had been rudely trashed; filing cabinets leaned against each other like toppled dominoes, the privacy curtain around the buckled hospital bed was half torn off of it's rail and the medical cabinet was severely crushed back into the plasterboard wall spilling medical supplies across the once pristine white tiled floor. The florescent lights flickered fitfully lighting up a scene straight out of a horror flick including the unmoving, half-dressed figure of Nurse Temple, currently splayed face-down across the top of the heavy steel desk that had been shoved halfway across the room.

Except, Ms Summers reasoned, most **** victims in horror movies didn't have big round, fleshy asses, thighs so thick that they laddered their owners white nylon stockings, bra-bursting volleyball sized tits that propped their prone torsos a full foot up off the desktop and huge, cum-drunk grins on their pretty, passed-out faces. The nurses white and red lyrca mini-dress was hiked up over her hips and the remains of her torn lacy white panties clung to one glistening, cum slick thigh and the room positively reeked of fucking, it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce what had happened here.

Now Simone had a trail to follow! Her heart leapt for joy in her bare, bouncing breast as she inspected the carnage in the room.

Stepping carefully into the infirmary, gently placing her pretty feet to avoid the scattered pens, papers, rolls of gauze and the puddles of mixed sexual fluids she reached for a discarded lab-coat lying in a corner of the room and slipped it on. Her abundant tit-flesh was far too prominent to button the simple coat across but some quick work with a handy pair of surgical scissors she turned the thin, white cotton garment into a improvised tie-front blouse, knotting the fabric beneath her massive, rippling mounds.

This had the duel effect of making sure her gi-normous sweater puppies were secure and lifting them, her mountainous cleavage bulging through the deep, make-shift neckline in wickedly lewd presentation. All the better for the plan forming in Ms Summers devious XXX-infected mind.

Stepping back out into the hall the trail was not hard to follow, not even slightly. An obvious line of dribbled pre-cum tracked it's way up the corridor before turning left at the end. It stank of the promise of sex and mere hours ago Ms Simone Summers - one-time gymnastics superstar and respected, hard working educator - would have dropped to her hands and knees then licked it up, crawling and shuddering in pleasure the whole time. Now it just smelled... lesser.

She was fast coming to the realization that despite the fact she had all the constant, **** craving for manseed like every other XXX-infected woman that she was quickly becoming a one-cock slut. In much the same way a feline was an obligate carnivore Ms Summers couldn't imagine taking the cum of another man into any part of her body. She had seen what a real Man looked like and without him ever asking her to, she had devoted herself entirely to him... how could she not?!

She shoulder bumped off the wall at the rush of pleasure this knowledge gave her, as though the thought of serving him and him alone was hardwired straight into her throbbing g-spot, giving her hot sweet little cums to sustain her until she could be in HIS presence again, be with HIM again, on her knees, servicing him and finally receiving her holy reward. She moaned at another wash of molten pleasure through her moistening nethers, she had to get her head together - her skintight, lycra shorts were already shining wet with her pussy juices.

Nnnnrgh! All. For. HIM.

She had to focus on the plan! Her plan...

Gasping softly but reorienting her wandering mind towards her ultimate, impending goal she rounded the corner and spotted the light washing out into the darkened hallway from a large door swinging at a strange angle, dangling ajar off a single bent hinge. Creeping up on tip toe she really wished she had her running shoes for this next part, well not her boring, old sneakers but perhaps a pair of those cute high-heeled tennis shoes some of the country club ladies wore.

...or even better, a sexy pair of strappy gladiator sandals with a knife-heel no lower than three inches - she could easily run in those, what self-respecting XXX-slut couldn't? She really wanted to look her very hottest when she returned to her Lord Tom's side with her prize to present to Him.

Repressing another groan of ecstasy she pressed her back against the wall beside the door marked as the Janitorial Supply Room. Dr turner was in there... or rather the Beast was in there judging by the loud grunting, growling and smacking sounds of flesh coming wetly together, not alone either Simone thought as she took a long, steadying breath. Then craning her head around the busted door frame to peek inside, the sights that accompanied the sounds took Ms Summers breath away.

The night janitor Mr E. Paulo had been a middle aged South American immigrant with a mop of black hair and bit of a belly that swelled out the front of his work coveralls before the XXX-epidemic hit but now - going by the new name Estella Paulo - she was something else entirely.

Like so many infected with the Bimbo XXX-strain she had looked like an exotic Latina supermodel gone to porn. The stuffy, grubby overalls of the night-shift janitor had vanished, fast replaced with a lacy, frilly black and white maids uniform of provocative design. The scoop neckline of her dress was cut so low and wide that it exposed the edges of her cappuccino aureole, her eternally stiff, pebbled nipples tenting through the ruffle of white lace framing the vast, deep valley of her astounding cleavage. A tiny frilled white apron was tied tight around an extra small pinched waistline before the black skirts flared out briefly below only to cut off high on her smooth athletic thighs, often flashing glimpses of her semi transparent white panties beneath.

Black lace garters and knee-high white schoolgirl socks adorned her skyscraper long legs before tucking into the four inch tall shining black leather pumps on her small feet... or at least they usually did because, at this moment, Estella Paulo seemed to have lost one high-heel as her feet kicked in midair.

The Beast that was Dr Turner had her. Standing there amid the chaotic shelves of cleaning materials and detergents, a stack of mops and brooms to one side and a knocked over cleaners cart on the other he looked like the over-grown brute he was.

He was bare save a few scraps of fabric clinging to the massive bulging heaving muscles of his overblown frame and the gorgeous Hispanic woman hugged upside down against his powerful chest. He was wearing her like an article of fucking clothing, his massive veiny muscled forearms arms crisscrossed across her slender, softly muscled back as she desperately worked her plush, eager mouth and soft, manicured hands over his grotesquely swollen cock. Her glorious legs dangled out on either side of his distorted face and they had clearly been going at it for a while from the look of the bubbling mess flowing from between her fluid splattered thighs spread right under Dr Turners anvil of a jaw.

Her hair, dark as the night sky, hung silkily down between his spread tree-trunk legs like a Hollywood barbarians loin cloth, bobbing and swaying in time with her heads hungry movements. Her sexy micro-mini maids outfit torn from the changes the good doctor's seed effected on all his sexual partners. Her already large, milky tits had further inflated, ripping through the black satin and lace to pancake hugely against his bulging mutant abs - her sculpted ass, swelling hips and slender thighs had broadened, straining her torn white panties to the **** and completely snapping her pleated garters with their generous new width. Her dainty feet swayed high in the air, ankles clacking together above the Beast's balding, sweating pate.

He- It held her there, it's massive paws clawing into her fattened posterior and tearing at her ruffled skirts before roaring incoherently and burying it's obscene face into the exquisite, latina beauty's ravaged pussy. Estella let out a cock-muffled squeal in a mixture of sheerest, sizzling hot gratification and sharp discomfort as the **** of it's brutal actions drove her flushed face further down onto it's monstrosity at the same time it thrust it's hips upwards claiming her tight, slender throat. It fucked her down her onto it's bulging, thrusting man-flesh at the same time as it rammed itself up into her, using her like an over-inflated fuckdoll, caring not at all for anything or anyone beyond it's own carnal appetites.

Ms Simone Summers just watched impassively remembering the rough play the beast had given her. It had seemed so thrilling at the time to be so stretched, filled beyond capacity and handled so powerfully but now it all felt dull beside the wonders and pleasures her GodKing Tom could- would offer her. So base and animalistic when compared to the soulful, spiritual levels of euphoric bliss just being around the One True Man offered her! She needed this creature to finish, give poor, sweet Estella what she hungered for and then Simone could set her own plans in action.

Ms Summers had always been a remarkable athlete. A star of the gymnastics scene in her not-so-distant past, a regular and serious long distance track competitor and she still held the state record in the track and field long jump event. It was no coincidence that she taught gym and managed most of the high schools many athletics clubs and events. If anything the XXX-virus, then Dr Turner's seed had further refined and developed her body's physical capacities to soaring new heights.

Her glutes, hips and thighs had definitely thickened but it had all been with pure, vibrant muscle. She felt lighter on her bare feet than she ever had at the height of her gymnastics career and she had stamina for days, if only to keep up with teams of her past lovers between the proverbial sheets. Sure her tits were now obscenely large and heavy with milk, she mused tightening the knotted material leaving them high, on display and secured firmly in place but her back muscles rippled with renewed strength in counter to any problems that might cause.

No, if she were ever ready for what she was planning to do, it was as she was now. Stepping boldly into the doorway she strutted slowly towards the heaving couple with an exaggerated sway in her full hips, crossing her flashing legs one in front of the other like a Parisian catwalk model. Dr Turners face shot up from eating out the slutty XXX-maid immediately and his steely grey eyes locked onto her chocolate baby browns with starving intensity. It was as though he had smelled her and something about her had an immediate effect on him as she had known it would.

So she cocked a hip coquettishly at him and gave him a wicked sneer full of hot challenge and false sexual promises.

"CUNT!! WANT CUNT!! WANNA FUCK CUNT!!" The Beast howled with it's typical eloquence as it came immediately, it's heavy balls visibly flexing as it poured it's searing cum directly down the stunning Estella Paulo's flexing, starving gullet.

Simone gave it a second to fill the happy, suckling bimbo up before slapping her full, firm, lycra clad rear-end back at the howling creature and taking off back out into the corridors of the sleeping school at a dead sprint. She had driven here but she certainly wouldn't be driving back to her Master, Her King, Tom the truest of aspect of pure masculinity.

It was a seven or eight suburban block long race back to the Brown household for her, or so she figured hearing the crash and splintering of wooden doors behind her as she bolted out across the moonlit commons of the schoolyard on bare feet. She wasn't even breathing hard but her heart pounded in excitement causing a wild giggle to bubble up from within her, this was all getting her sooo~ fucking turned on!

She couldn't resist letting out a joyful cry as she darted out into the quiet streets with that monster thundering behind her, hot on her heels but Ms Summers was running and weaving with all the nimble speed and grace of a fleet, young gazelle under the glowing moon and twinkling stars above...

"Look out Master, I'm coming in hot!"