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A Bimbo Plague Redux

Part 017

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, 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 Dr Turner and bring the beast back to them.

All while Tom had upright fucked little Holly (one of Simone’s 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 very thought of him. That humble living room had been filled with Him. How could it possibly 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 this Tom 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 just 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 do it over again. Then Tom 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 in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but her cum soaked blue lycra mini-shorts with her big swaying pendulous tits hanging out as she searched 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 desperate primal level To be filled and fucked by the new masterful Tom was something Simone craved 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 then, one way or another, she was going to bring that fucking Beast back to her glorious new King!

She had raced back to the college 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. That would be kept in the Dean Hellgrave’s office.

That plan turned on a dime when she had jogged past the school nurse’s office only to freeze in the open doorway.

Her glittering dark eyes widened as Simone gasped at the sight within. The small infirmary had been rudely trashed. Supply cupboards leaned against each other like toppled dominoes. The privacy curtain around the buckled hospital bed was torn halfway off its rail and the medical cabinet was severely crushed back into the plasterboard wall. From it spilled medical supplies across the once pristine white tiled floor.

The fluorescent lights flickered fitfully, lighting up a scene straight out of a horror flick including the unmoving half-dressed figure of Nurse Temple. She was currently splayed face down across the top of the heavy steel desk that had been shoved halfway across the infirmary.

Except, Ms Summers reasoned, most murder victims in horror movies didn’t have big round fleshy asses. Nor thighs so thick that they laddered their owners white nylon stockings or bra-busting volleyball sized tits that propped their prone torsos a full foot up off the desktop. They most certainly didn’t have huge cum-drunk grins plastered onto their pretty passed-out faces.

The nurse’s white and red spandex mini-dress had been hiked up over her wide hips and the remains of her torn lacy white panties clung to one glistening cum slick thigh. 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 carefully mersin escort inspected the carnage in the room.

Stepping gingerly into the infirmary–gently placing her dainty feet to avoid the scattered pens, papers, rolls of gauze and the pungent 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 after some quick work with a handy pair of surgical scissors Simone turned the thin white cotton garment into an improvised tie-front blouse. Knotting the fabric beneath her massive rippling mounds.

This had the dual effect of making sure her gi-normous sweater puppies were secure and lifting them for best effect. Her mountainous cleavage bulged through the deep make-shift neckline in a 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 precum tracked it’s way up the corridor before taking a left turn at the end. It stank of the sexual promise 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 ecstatic pleasure the entire time.

Now it just smelled… lesser.

Simone was fast coming to the realization that despite the fact she had all the constant desperate craving for manseed like every other XXX-infected woman, 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 true Man looked like and without him ever asking her to, Simone had devoted herself entirely to him… how could she not?

She shoulder bumped off the wall at the rush of delicious bliss this admission brought her. As though the simple thought of serving Tom and Tom alone was hardwired straight into her throbbing g-spot. It was giving her hot sweet little cums to sustain Simone until she could be in HIS presence again. To be with HIM again, on her knees, servicing him and finally receiving her holy reward.

She moaned as another wash of molten pleasure crashed through her moistening nethers. Simone had to get her head together. Her skintight lycra shorts were already shining wet with her copious 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 Simone rounded the corner on unsteady legs. She spotted a 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 Simone fervently wished she had brought 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 Simone 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 deduced as she took a long steadying breath. Then, as she craned her head around the busted door frame to peek inside, the sights that accompanied the lewd 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 Estella had looked like an exotic Latina supermodel gone to porn. The stuffy, grubby overalls of the night-shift janitor had vanished. Quickly replaced with a lacy frilly black and white maids uniform of a 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 even going sakarya escort so far as 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, the once-teacher looked like the overgrown brute he was.

He was bare save a few scraps of fabric clinging to the massively 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 criss crossed 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 Turner’s 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 head’s hungry movements. Her sexy micro-mini maids outfit was torn from the changes the good doctor’s seed effected on all his sexual partners physiques.

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 extreme 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 sweaty pate.

He–It held her there. Its massive paws clawing at her fattened posterior and tearing into her ruffled skirts before roaring incoherently and burying its 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 force of it’s brutal actions drove her flushed face further down onto it’s jutting monstrosity at the same time the Beast thrust it’s hips upwards claiming her tight slender throat. It fucked her down her onto it’s bulging thrusting manmeat at the same time as it rammed itself up into her face. Using her like an over-inflated fuckdoll, caring not at all for anything or anyone beyond its 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 utterly stretched out. 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 gifted her.

Simone needed this creature to finish already. To 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. She was fairly sure that she still held the state record in the track and field long jump event. It was no coincidence that she taught gymnastics and managed most of the high school’s many athletics clubs and events.

She had been in peak athletic condition before the pandemic and, if anything, the XXX-virus, then Dr Turner’s beast 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, Even 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, Simone mused–tightening the knotted material leaving them set high, on display and secured firmly in place–but her sleek muscular back rippled with renewed strength to counter any problems that might cause.

No. If Simone were ever more prepared for what she was about to do, it was in her current physical condition.

Stepping boldly into the doorway she strutted slowly towards the heaving van escort 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 Turner’s face shot up from eating out the slutty XXX-maid immediately and his steely gray eyes locked onto her chocolate baby browns with starving intensity. It was as though he had smelled her and something about Ms Summers had an immediate effect on him as she had instinctively 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 its typical eloquence as it climaxed immediately.

Its heavy balls visibly flexed as it poured its searing cum directly down the stunning Estella Paulo’s gulping starving gullet.

“You want it? Come and get it, big boy!”

Simone gave it a second to fill the happy suckling bimbo up before slapping her full firm lycra clad rump 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 Simone certainly wouldn’t be driving back to her Master, Her King, Tom the truest aspect of pure masculinity.

It was a seven or eight suburban block long race back to the Brown household or so she figured. Hearing the crash and splintering of wooden doors behind her, Simone bolted out across the moonlit commons of the schoolyard on bare feet. She wasn’t even breathing hard but her heart pounded in wicked excitement causing a wild giggle to bubble up from within.

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 brutal monster thundering behind her. It was hot on her heels but Ms Summers was running 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!”

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The Mammazon Tamara Wight sat in the driver’s seat of the nondescript black racer van parked down the street from her target’s residence with a worried crease in her brow and grinding her teeth in frustration. She had seen a lot of strange things since the XXX-virus took hold of the world but the shit she had witnessed tonight was close to taking the whole damn cake and the rest of the desert bar along with it.

For her the infection had been a godsend of a blessing. She had been a sad, chronically single thirty-something corporate drone wasting her life away in an insurance call-center cubicle with only a failing true-crime podcast and a thyroid problem for company.

On the fateful day when the WHO formally declared the world-wide pandemic, she officially had a following of seven subscribers and two of those were her aging parents.

Now Tamara was a Somebody.

The strong right hand of a powerful beautiful business woman with respect, responsibilities and a tall vigorous, athletic body that she could have never dreamed of possessing in her past life.

Sure… Mistress Sierra was a monster with literal slaves locked away in her high-rise HQ basement but weren’t they all monsters of a kind now? Mistress Sierra was just a more successful monster. So long as she continued to give Tamara purpose and a steady feed of that precious potent manseed, the tall Mammazon would continue to be her iron fist.

She was good at it after all. Who would have guessed that fat, ignoble Tamara White from the fifth floor customer service department would have a natural knack for cracking skulls, kidnapping men, leading raids and maintaining tight corporate security?

It troubled her a little at times. Usually when she tried to sleep but before long Mistress Sierra would turn her impossibly gorgeous radiant attention on Tamara again and melt away any doubts or insecurities like faint mist of a hot summer’s day. All before gifting her with another invaluable hit of exquisite man-cum.

So Tamara Wight knew on which side her bread was buttered. She also knew that she was very good at her newfound vocation. Which was why she found the current circumstances so damned frustrating!

“Come in Beta Squad, what is your ETA? Copy.”

“Just turning into the street now, Leader. Coming in dark. Copy.” Came the crackling response over the radio.

It had begun when a nearly naked bimbo in a tiny pair of Lycra workout shorts had shot by right under the nose of her patrol van. She had been laughing wildly and running like greased lightning through the dark suburban intersection as though all the hordes of hell were chasing her.

Tamara was beyond surprised when a short moment later an actual true-to-life monster raged through the same empty intersection hot on the fleeing woman’s trail, roaring and running on all fours as often as not. There could be no doubt it was a male monster though. It had been stark naked and the swinging mass of brutal meat between its legs had been unmistakable. Tamara’s mouth watered at the sight of its swinging immensity and some of the weirder rumors she had been hearing lately were suddenly confirmed.

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