Dr Turner finds his way back to school...

Dr Turner had approached the school cautiously, the confidence he felt yesterday had all but evaporated with the knowledge that there was a problem with his vaccine. The blackouts and the evidence of his monstrous change were worrying, the idea of a Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde scenario scared the shit out of him.

He tiptoed his way around the back of the old brick lab building as quietly as possible. The news of his final submission to his bestial urges yesterday would have spread around the school like wildfire effectively making him the prime target of every infected college coed or female teacher in the place.

Ready and willing men were in increasingly short supply.

What he hadn’t been prepared for was the sight of Stacey–the luscious chestnut-haired bombshell he had first coupled with during class yesterday–strutting about with a whole new look.

He spotted her while trying to peek around the corner of the administration building. She was talking excitedly with several other freshman students and the overall change in her was astounding.

Her already substantial bust was several sizes heavier and her hips flared out even wider and rounder. Despite that her waist was still narrow as a Victoria Secrets model and her ass remained pert and tight, even if it did bubble a shade more enticingly out the back of her tiny spray-on miniskirt.

He was reminded of his brief conversation with the gravure idol he had awakened beside in the park and the revelation that he was responsible for this physical change–likely in every stunning student he had fucked in his frenzy yesterday–concerned him deeply.

It was entirely possible that there could be several more of these hyper-fertile looking sex goddesses prowling the school spreading their story of coupling with "The beast" that was Dr Turner.

All these suspicions and more plagued him as he awkwardly climbed through the small window in the lab supply room where he had conducted his dubious experiment.

He quickly but quietly checked the door to ensure that it was still securely locked before turning to the mess of papers, lab equipment and scrawled notes that represented his research project. He frowned as he pawed through them. Dr Turner had been so sure that it could work, even if the infection was rumored to be a ‘smart-virus’… what could explain the unforeseen changes within him?

Deep in analysis he discarded the small lycra club dress he had wrapped about his waist like a towel and reached under the bench for a spare lab coat to cover his nakedness. The scraps of yesterday's clothing did little to cover his scrawny flesh and made him feel a bit like a neglected scarecrow.

Just as he was buttoning it up and reaching for another page of research he heard a key slide into the lock in the supply room door and turn.

Dr Turner didn’t even have a chance to dive for cover before the door opened...