Dr Turner awakens but not as himself...

Ms Summers cried out in distress as Dr Turner collapsed to the car park tarmac. Like all of the newly infected teachers she had been trying to tease him into fucking her since the college fell to the XXX Virus weeks ago and now she finally had him, the aging professor had seized up and passing out.

It was just her luck; she finally broke the old bastard and his stupid ticker gave out at the first hint of excitement. Her poor pussy ached with her heightened need and it was almost enough to make a big girl cry.

An animal grunt broke her dismal reverie and she looked down in astonishment; Dr Turner’s whole body was thrashing about on the ground like he was having an epiliptic episode. His eyes were opened wide and his teeth bared in a rictus snarl as the buttons on his shirt began to snap and fly off like popping kernels of corn.

Wait… was that supposed to happen?

Cowering against the car, Ms Summers watched as Dr Turner's body bucked and swelled.

She watched in a mixture of horror and bewilderment as his shoulders and chest widened and his skinny arms thickened impossibly with cords of rigid muscle. His clothing stretched and finally tore under the strain of his fast developing limbs and torso.

“Uunngh!”

With a grunt of pain from Dr Turner, the buckle of his belt buckle exploded off the leather strap and his pants ripped apart under the burgeoning pressure of his muscular new thighs and calves.

The fit finally passed and the “thing” shook its head then rose to his feet. Ms Summers found she could no longer recognize him as anything resembling a mere mortal man but rather as some manner of a primal Beast.

The creature before Ms Summers sent her weak at the knees, its bare chest was broader than any Olympic weight-lifters and hardened with rippling muscle. Its arms and legs were like muscularly knotted tree trunks, even its face only bore a faint resemblance to Dr Turner’s.

Most of all… her attention was dominated by its monstrous adamantine cock, it was a foot long with the thickness of the leg of a dining table – a infernal creation far greater than anything she could have ever dreamed for herself.

“Milk… want milk…” It growled swaying forward on its broad bare feet towards her. The remains of Dr Turner's polished leather oxfords falling away from its ankles.

Ms Summers would have stepped back had she not already been pressed back against the car. The creature's physique was like that of a silverback gorrila or grizzly bear but it somehow still retained a strong element of humanity,

That and its mesmerizing cock was nearing her quickly. A jutting weaving lance of man-flesh pointing directed at her fluttering belly.

“Milk… Tits…” It growled again, finding its voice before roaring in a deep reverberating cry. “WANT TITS!! NEED MILK!!!”

Ms Summers gasped as the Beast's extra-large hands grasped the neckline of her flimsy leotard and tore it open as though it were made of tissue paper.

Her heavy breasts burst free and betrayed her excitement with wild lactation. The Beast wrapped a thick arm around her willowy waist and lifted her effortlessly. It dragged her up its rugged form until her huge zero-gravity melons were level with its brutish face and began ravaging her nipples hungrily.

“Wait, I... Oooooh~ yes!”

Ms Summers had never experienced anything like it. The unholy combination of the Beast's famished feeding and a powerful pungent aroma that oozed from its every pore set exquisite fire to her trembling body. She could feel her stiff peaks responding to its greedy licks and intense suckling pressure just as her steamy little pussy moistened in anticipation of this creature’s titanic cock.

“Oh, Yes…” She moaned as the Beast's coarse tongue ran across her hardened nipples “Oh my gawd, fuck yes!”

The Beast that was Dr Turner was oblivious to her ecstatic whimpers and continued to glut itself on the milk flowing freely from her voluminous tits. Its immense body twitching occasionally but never losing its steely hold of Ms Summers.

Its fervent feeding had stimulated her heavy mounds to full blissful lactation and the feel of its ravenous sucking was sending bolts of soul-searing pleasure throughout her entire glorious body. She quaked as the first breast-gasm struck her whilst in its formidable grip and cried out as she felt it burn like a flashfire down her arching spine down to her yearning, dripping womanhood.

“Please…” she whispered desperately “Please… take me…”