Surviving first contact.

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"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 thing given his current circumstances but for some reason it seemed to open him like a clam shell and his eyes snapped down, away the his ex-student who was a just another teenager no longer.

"My formula, I spoke- I spoke to you about it yesterday, or is 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 trailed off. In truth he 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 transformation, thank god he didn't still wear his wedding ring or he might be missing a finger right now. Currently he was draped in a plain woolen blanket that a stunning, statuesque redhead had begrudgingly given him, sniffing and looking down her nose at him briefly as though the thought of even touching him 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, like 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 speaking in stoney 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. He 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 sunlight 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 body 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 final 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 it's centerpiece. Because he was. The whole room reeked of sex, the pervasive odor of man-cum and women's pussy juices permeated the air thickly like a gas and Dr Turner trembled as he looked upon the main source of the potent smell.

Were he standing Tom would tower over six and a half feet tall, his naked, shining body defied all aesthetic belief. Muscle 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 with a jawline he could break anvils on but it was his eyes that both captivated and intimidated. His irises were white! Not white like a blind man or from cheap cosmetic contact lenses but a pure crystalline white 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 made him want to cringe away but he was powerless to do so.

Changed as he may be, this was still Tom 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, never been so naked or erect... nor getting his massive fleshy cock so enthusiastically sucked on by Ms Summer's the schools gorgeous XXX-infected Athletics Coordinator.

She was plunging her pretty head up and down his 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 before lunging back down to take it impossibly to it's 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 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, coating her exquisite chin before dribbling into the catchers mitt of her expansive, bulging cleavage that was gathered up beneath her flushed, thrusting face.

...and Tom was just sitting there, not batting an eyelid as though this were normal, unremarkable. As if this was all his due...

"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 any mirrors recently. Tom was probably too busy fucking so many incredibly striking women. It made sense when he looked upon the young man, he 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 High-school Juniors and wow 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. Her massive fleshy mounds exploded off her ribs like two great bouncy, silky, 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, snuggled lovingly into his rocky side, under a strong draped arm and resting a small pale hand 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. Her body was skyscraper tall, riper than a cherry and inhumanly perfect, she was all the ideals of glorious, cock-rocking sex and boundless baby making fertility made flesh. Her perfect shining skin, massive buoyant breasts, sculpted exotically fae-like face - all of it completely ignoring Dr Turner as though he didn't warrant existence as she was tying Holly's long platinum hair into twin flowing baby-girl ponytails with shiny blue satin ribbons and planting the occasional fond kiss 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 of 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 it's huge invasive size.

"Can you control this change, James or is it involuntary? Do you know what you are doing while in the form of this "Beast"?" Tom asked in a casual conversational manner, completely unphased by the tall, fiery-haired, big breasted amazon arranging a third half-conscious, half-undressed, well 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 he wish that Tom was trying to help him?

Wait but he had something to tell this new Alpha Adonis before him, he 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, worm. You will address my Lord with the respect or I will make you regret it!" The ruby haired, beach-bunny tanned, warrior goddess hissed at him, angry spittle flying from her full, pouty lips.

It seemed she had gotten fed up with trying to position the three gorgeous, drowsy XXX-girls around his feet and had climbed up onto the free side of the couch. She looked ready to crawl right into his lap, **** Ms Summers off his gigantic cock then slide her own hot, dripping cunt down onto his thrusting, steely length to ride him to thrilling, pussy-crushing completion.

Dr Turner wanted to hang his head in shame but Tom's blazing, bright white stare held him captive, even his pupils seemed to be shining like tiny flaring supernovas now.

"Tania, James and I have always treated each other with respect. You will behave accordingly."

The iron ring of command in his voice made the busty amazon quiver and she let out a lusty, needy groan of desire as he circled her teensy tiny, hourglass waist in his big strong hands, lifting her tall, powerful frame effortlessly and settled her twitching naked pelvis astride his bare, free thigh. Her knees opened like butterfly wings pressing deep into the seat cushions, her pink, glistening pussy lips immediately parting as she bore down on the ridges of his hard, bulging leg muscles and seized his handsome face in both delicate, perfectly manicured hands to pull him into a molten hot, passionate kiss.

Dr Turner could see their tongues sliding into between each others lips, long strings of saliva stretching as they finally pulled apart with a long soulful groan from this Tania. Her hips bucked and thrust against his leg, her muscular shelf of an ass flexing and rolling, smearing and marking him with her girl cum as she broke the kiss with a small whine and ducked her chin low into her bouncing, abundant chest, squeezing her eyes shut in determination to feel more of herself sliding and grinding along as much as his hard, hot flesh as possible.

"MMMmmnph~ sooorrry Maaaaster..."

Her words, thick with pleasure and service seemed to placate Tom as he returned his brilliant gaze to Dr James Turner who straighten up again under the power of this demi-god like figure's respectful attentions. Suddenly it didn't matter that Tom was the center of a writhing mass of transcendentally beautiful woman-flesh, four beyond stunning goddess's fawning over him as he idly stirred a bare foot around three other softly grasping and groaning, drowsy XXX-sluts with milk-stained lips as though they were a playful litter of sleepy kittens. His toes pressing into their soft, pliant yet firm flesh here and there, making them moan erotically and reach for him with drunken fumbling fingers.

"What do you need to tell me, James?" He asked, his full attention still on Dr Turner, his blazing eyes unwavering even as he visibly came, erupted down Ms Simone Summers hungry, sucking mouth and hot, tight, straining throat, The good Doctor shuddered as he saw the thick wads of Tom's manseed bulge out her slender, pretty esophagus as she greedily gulped it down, pushing herself lower on his fantastic length and giving him more direct access to her swelling, cum hungry stomach.

Happy incoherent noises came from the woman, her gratuitous curves trembling in thunderous climax as a powerful spray of her hot honey squirted forcibly through her skintight lycra booty shorts down her thick, clenching thighs to soak into the soiled carpet between her knees. Her smooth belly swelling visibly like she was a water balloon attached to a pressure hose. There had to be gallons of Tom's molten cum filling her to have such a dramatic effect on the mewling, orgasming woman and when it was finally over, the golden Goddess came around the couch to gently disengage the ravenous brunette from her Master's still rigid, throbbing cock.

Simone let out a small animal whine of need as she was led away on rubbery legs but the Goddess supported her weight easily and began whispering softly in the stumbling XXX-slut's ear. Holly and the redhead's small hands immediately latching onto Tom's cum-slick pole, stroking, teasing and pumping at the burning, solid flesh as though it was the most important thing in the world to them. Throughout all of it, Tom's bright white stare had never twitched or slipped from the Doctor's own.

James Turner gulped audibly as the Beast inside him whimpered at the sheer display of dominance...

"I- I- I think... Tom, do you understand the virus attacks us on a genetic level? Do you know why it was named the XXX-virus in the first place? Because it wasn't because of all the sex..."

"Yes James, the CDC released early reports that the virus works on the level of our DNA, attaching itself to the helix and acting like a third strand of the genome then out-populates all other cells in rapid mitosis."

Tom understood, Dr Turner dared let himself grow a bit excited at finally having someone to discuss this with who wasn't just humoring him until they could get at his dick. For certain this new version of Tom was completely different to the earnest if unexceptional schoolboy of yesteryear.

"Yes! Similar to an adenoviruses and herpesviruses but, at the same time, completely different. It unerringly anchors itself to our DNA genome at the sex chromosomes, the X and Y..."

CRASH!!

The sound of splintering wood and the screams of two young women from outside had Tom on his feet so fast that Dr Turner had blinked and nearly missed the movement.

"Tom!"

The sound of his sister's voice crying out in panic was enough to set the towering, glowing young man and his women into immediate action. The golden Goddess was staring intently out of a large bay window beside the spot where she had been resting Ms Summer's trembling body against the lounge room wall.

"Tom my Love, some rather large, uniformed women are breaking into my home and taking your sisters."

Mrs Hope's short hurried report was all the confirmation of trouble that Tom needed, Tania was was standing by his side, ready for orders and to spring into action at a moments notice. Holly was already running for the front door, her massive melons bouncing freely as she ran, **** to help out her school friends. Tom would have stopped her but in truth he was hot on her heels.

"James, Tania - with me. We might need some help from that friend inside you Dr Turner."

"But... but... you scared him off! I can't just- it doesn't work like that!"

Heedless of his words, Tom was striding naked for the front door with a bare-assed Tania in lockstep beside him, her exquisite face set into a stern expression, her body set for violent action. She had never looked more like a beautiful, battle hungry Valkyrie torn straight from Norse mythology and Tom would fuck her brains out right there on the front lawn if she fought half as well as she looked and helped saved his sisters. Then Holly hit the front door running and flew through it with a cry...

"Britney! Jessica! We are comin- urk!"

The diminutive blonde's words were cut off by a dull thudding noise and a large black nylon net suddenly wrapping around her body, tangling her in it's webbing. Then she was jerked off her feet and dragged out into the darkness of the front yard.

Tom didn't roar or scream as he burst forth in a rush of strength, preparing to tear the fucking net from his BabyGirl with his bare hands, but Tania did. She let out a ululating war-cry of righteous anger as they exited the house to face their invaders together. Two black vans were parked out on the darkened street, their rear fenders facing the house fronts, the back double doors flung wide open.

One massive brunette with straight chestnut brown hair tied up in a business-like bun stood in the back of one quickly hauling in Holly by a long cord attached to the net. She was impressively tall, fit and lean, dressed in snug camouflage pants and a simple black workout bra that left her muscled six-pack bared. At her splayed feet lay a discarded air cannon with four long hollow prongs instead of barrel and Tom moved to intercept her before she could lay a single finger on his precious HollySlave.

These mad women thought they could come here and take what was his?! His family? His lovers? His Slaves?! So focused was he on this woman he was almost caught off guard when another, a blonde dressed in identical fashion to the first stepped up out of nowhere and swung a heavy haymaker aimed for his temple.

She was fast and practiced but he was quicker, catching her fist in his open palm he was almost shocked at the **** of the impact. She was strong but as she struggled for a brief moment he fast learned that he was stronger. He looked directly into her face with an perplexed frown, who were these people? The woman was very pretty even as her own expression shifted from disbelief to dismay to down-right horror as she released the mistake she had made in coming here. She began to tremble as he held her fist tight in his iron grip and leaned in to glare directly at her ready to unleashed his boiling rage.

"Oh God..." She whimpered closing her eyes shut hard then her free hand came up between their faces holding something...

FLASH!

A searing white light strobed right into Tom's wide open eyes blinding him and sending him stumbling backwards, reeling. He didn't let go of the blonde assailant though, holding tight to the wailing woman until cold, twin prongs pressed hard against the meat of his forearm and an electric shock set his muscles to twitching and his hand spasmed reflexively, releasing her.

"Master!!"

Tom was quick to recover, shielding his spotty vision from the bright, flashing device laying on the lawn that kept illuminating the scene with quick flashbulb pulses of light and a strange muted, popping sound. Off to his right Tania was engaged with two more camo and black clad women, trying to fight her way to Jessica and Britney having seen him go for Holly. They had extendable batons out but Tania had the reach advantage on them with a steel shod garden rake she must of found somewhere. In the fast pulsing light the fight was all playing out like a horrifying stop-motion animation.

She was giving them hell but they weren't giving ground and another of these uniformed kidnappers was already bundling his sisters into the back of the second van parked outside Mrs Hope's home. They were trussed up with large, thick zip ties and gagged with duct tape over their mouths. Their eyes were wide with terror as the doors were closed, sealing them within the dark vehicle.

BOOM!

Tom grunted as something thudded into his back, just under his left shoulder blade hard. He turned and saw the blonde invader had retreated back to the van Holly was held in, cradling the hand and wrist where he had caught her earlier. With her stood another tall, strong fitness model-type with soft Asian features clutching a taser pistol and the original hair-in-a-bun brunette; she of the net gun who had ensnared his BabyGirl. Except now she was holding some broad barreled shot gun which she racked and brought up to point at him again, staring down the sights and firing.

BOOM!

Tom knew he was fast but not fast enough to dodge a bullet, besides as the dull throbbing in his back had already subsided he suspected he wouldn't have too.

Oh, it still hurt like hell as something impacted hard with his broad muscular chest but looking down he saw that he wasn't bleeding and on the ground lay a small, soft, misshapen nylon pouch... a bean bag?

Looking back up at his would-be attackers they looked back at him with wide eyed looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.

"Holy fuck... really?" The blonde gaped at him even as he started angrily towards then, swiftly picking up the pace as he closed in on them, his bare feet digging into the dewy damp front lawn, his exposed cock swinging pendulously between his bulging thighs.

"He isn't real... he cannot be real..." The raven haired assailant with the taser moaned, her knees knocking together as her thighs began to slide against one another. Her voice was strangely prim with an clipped educated accent, perhaps British? It hardly mattered in the moment...

"Girls, get back in the van, right now! We're leaving!" The beanbag blasting brunette cried firing off another shot which Tom rapidly shrugged off as he gained ground and velocity on them.

"But Tamaraaa~ Just look at hiiiim~" The injured blonde whined almost collapsing to her own knees as Tom was almost atop them.

Dropping two shining metallic cylinders practically at her own feet, the one just identified as Tamara wrapped an arm around each of her team-mates waists, braced her feet and leapt through the side door of the van just before Tom reached them. It wasn't graceful or impressive, it looked painful and messy as one of them clipped a shin and they all landed badly in a tangled heap of limbs, awkward shoulders and bent backs.

...Or at least that was the quick impression Tom got before the two dropped grenades exploded just as he closed in on the large van.

The flash-bang was instantaneous and really he should have expected it as he was blinded for the second time in less than a minute. The tear gas was a fraction slower but far more insidious.

"Drive!"

The female voice was panicked and pitched high with terror as Tom's skin burned and his eyes watered. An engine revved loudly as he collided heavily with the side of the van, steel buckling with the might of his impact, his hand reaching out wildly to grab at those within. Something soft but warm filled his palm so he latched onto it and pulled. A woman's scream of pain and fear filled his ears as the he yanked that someone free of the vehicles interior just as the van's tires spun up, burning rubber and then shot away down the street, it's heavy back end fish-tailing wildly as the driver fought to regain control of the wild, high-speed retreat.

Standing there, captured attacker still in hand, half-blinded with his skin, nose and mouth on fire from the fast dispersing gas, Tom finally let out a furious, bellowing roar.

Nobody took what was his!!