Simon’s response was a deep and guttural roar of naked lust and overwhelming need. His eyes as he turned them on the three new girls were those of a trapped and wild animal caught in a loosing battle with the shy and timid boy he had once been and the primal being of lust he was becoming. For a moment the three girls thought they saw a flicker of understanding in the hulking slab of masculine monster that had been their friend’s eyes, a trace of the diminishing humanity struggling for control.
Then it was gone, and with a savage motion, Simon seized the hapless Richards in his strong hands, holding her aloft, a savage snarl of desire escaping him as his lust maddened eyes roved over the petite feminine form in front of him. His hard and massive cock throbbed and he began to lower the stunned girl that had been friend downwards toward it, an insane and lust driven cackle escaping his frothing lips.
“Simon, no!” Richard’s shrieked in her high little girl’s voice, her body writhing. “Don’t do this! Please!”
“Fascinating…” Remarked Kim, with an unconscious toss of her short black hair. “His desire and hormone levels seem to have completely subverted his former personality.”
“Do something!” Shrieked Jones. “He’s going to rape Tim!”
“Indeed,” Said Kim, “So it would seem. I’m afraid there’s little we can do unless…”
Kim grabbed Kim by the arm and dragged her towards the moaning and masturbating girl that had once been Mark the jock’s team captain who had started the whole mess to begin with. Seizing the moaning girl by her arms, Kim slapped her once across the face, eliciting a girlish squeak and began speaking to her quickly, the girl that had been Mark mumbling her responses through soft moans of pleasure as she continued to explore her newly formed and very wet pussy with one hand, and Jones looked on, one little hand to her mouth and her blue eyes wide.
Simon was oblivious to these events, and even to the soft caresses to his hard body by the naked former jocks around him, ignoring the other girls as he focused his soul attention on the hapless and struggling Richards, his throbbing cock aching to make the cute girl a part of his new “harem” of lusty slaves. The girl was struggling franticly, her small breasts bouncing under her tight gym shirt, her nimble legs kicking at his hard abdominal muscles, which only drove his desire higher and her own panic to increasing desperation.
“Simon!” She shrieked. “It’s Tim, you’ve got to remember!”
Simon only growled as he brought the struggling girl closer to his throbbing cock-head, now mere inches away from the thinly clothed female sex the former boy that had been his friend Richards now possessed. Simon didn’t even bother to tear away the skimpy garments the girl wore, knowing that one thrust of his mighty cock would tear through the girl’s gym shorts, and plunge his cock deep into her hot little pussy, making him her new master.
Richard’s would soon be little more then a giggling and horny fuck-toy for Simon’s pleasure and amusement. The thought made his cock stiffen still further, pre-cum drooling from its inflamed head, the veins throbbing along it’s thick shaft. Resigning herself, the brave girl looked up at the monster that had once been her friend.
“All right Simon…” She whispered to him in a soft voice. “If this is what you need to make you’ll whole… I’m so sorry for what they did to you… what they made you…”
Simon’s roar of triumph at the girl’s surrender was brought up short by the impact of her words, the sad tears on her cheeks. The look in her soft green eyes was not one of anger or of self-pity, but of incredible sadness for the monster that had been her friend. She was crying not for herself, Simon realized, but for him.
Simon’s thrusting motion of the huge dick that had become his soul focus in the world halted. His muscular body shivered as conflicting feelings rushed through him. Something inside of him seemed to well up and burst, and a single tear drop stained his cheek as he looked at the girl with new eyes, eyes that now held recognition for the boy the girl had once been.
“Tim… Timmy…?” Simon managed, his voice low and thick, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “No!”
With a swift yet gentle motion Simon set the trembling girl back on her feet. His dark, lust fogged eyes were clear for a moment as with one massive hand he pushed her away towards where Jones and Kim were standing and watching with wide eyes.
“Go… Run… Tim,” Groaned Simon, “I can’t control it… I can’t stop…”
“No!” Cried Richards, reaching one small hand up towards her friend, “We’re not going to leave you Simon!”
“Go… To late… Go!” Simon moaned, his mind already beginning to fall again into it’s lust mad haze, as the former jocks lavished attention upon his throbbing manhood with their hands and mouths. “Run… please!”
Kim grabbed Richard’s arm and propelled the sobbing girl ahead of her, with Jones right behind them through the rows of lockers. Behind them a mighty and lust mad roar was heard from the creature that had been Simon as he once more surrendered his crumbling resolve and again began to indulge his throbbing manhood with the naked and equally horny girls that surrounded him on all sides.
“We can’t leave him…” Richards chocked out as she was pushed away from her friend.
“We’re not,” Said Kim calmly, pushing her down a row of lockers and stopping before the one belonging to the team captain Mark. “We’re going to help him.”
Kim had managed to glean that the “Manly Musk” was responsible for the current state of things from the diminishing memories of the girl that had been Mark. In addition to the manly products Mark had purchased, Kim explained to the other girls, he had also bought a number of products designed to enhance the feminine aspects of a person’s body and mind, the whole line of products having been sold as a set.
Having no use for the feminine products in the kit when planning the torture of Simon, Mark had stashed these away in his locker, and it was these products Kim was now pulling out and handing up to Richards and Jones. Unlike the jocks, the three girls had maintained there intellects, and soon the three had hatched a daring plan.
“We don’t have much time,” Remarked Jones as she ran beside her two friends back towards the orgy they had fled. “If the bell rings and the next class comes in here…”
“Yes,” Said Kim with her usual cool tone, “Simon’s power will grow stronger and stronger, this may be the only chance we’ll have to stop him.”
“But what if…” Began Richards worriedly, “What if it makes things worse?”
“Worse then that…?” Said Kim, as they reached the end of the lockers and she pointed to the debauchery in front of them.
Simon’s raging lust had driven him to transform even further the hapless girls that once been manly jocks. The girls’ breasts had almost universally been enhanced by the Simon’s seemingly endless supplies of semen into massive bouncing mountains of soft flesh, not one of which was under an F-cup. Their exaggerated female proportions were now almost cartoon like in nature, widened hips, firm but bountiful ass’, and tiny waistlines. Their hair fell down to their taunt buttocks, long and luxurious, there eyes were long lashed and bright, and their entire demeanor and appearance was now of big breasted and mindlessly horny slaves to Simon’s will, their principle forms of communication seeming to consist mostly of moans, sighs, and giggles.
“Wow!” Squealed Jones, her own eyes bright. “They are really sexy…”
“Quiet you!” Said Richards with a soft wrap on Jones’ head.
“Ouchies!” The little blond squeaked. “Sorry I got a little excited.”
“No time to waste!” Said Kim, holding aloft the bottle they’d decided to try, “Scent Of A Woman. “We’ve got to run the gauntlet of those big breasted bimbos and hit Simon with the perfume quickly.”
“Right,” Agreed Richards as Jones nodded, “For Simon…”
“For Simon!” The other two echoed.
The three girls charged out from the lockers, their feminine forms racing towards the ultra-masculine hulk before them. The lust maddened former jocks in their way grabbed and pulled at the three girls, trying to draw them into the sea of writhing, naked hyper-feminine flesh, cooing and coaxing to the three friends.
“Hey!” Shrieked Jones as one of the girls caught her foot, sending her sprawling. “Get off me!”
The girls that fell atop her paid little heed to the squirming Jones, and she felt her skimpy gym shorts yanked down and soft female hands running over her body, eliciting gasps of surprised pleasure from the girl, the sensations all the more intense as she had been a girl less then an hour and was still unused to the pleasures to be deprived from her new form. As soft lips touched the dampening outer folds of her new pussy, her protests dissolved into happy moans of pleasure as the girls around her overcame her.
“Keep going!” Called Kim to Richard’s as she too was brought down by another group of giggling naked women. “You’ve got to get to Simon!”
Kim’s small hand tossed the bottle of perfume to Richards as she was swallowed up by the writhing tide of squirming, naked girl-flesh. Moans and yelps of pleasure attested to the girl’s fate as her logical mind was overcome by passion and she too was lost to the lust-driven orgy.
Richard’s small and girlish form ducked under the sweeping arms of two more of the lust maddened girls, bounced off a locker and her small feet pounded the floor as she raced through the writhing mass of girls in front of her, leaping over a pair of entwined feminine bodies on the floor. Suddenly she was seized, the hands huge around her small waist as they brought her feet off the ground. Slowly Richard’s was raised until she was eye level with the lust mad monster that had been her friend.
Looking into Simon’s eyes, Richards knew instinctively that this time their would be no reprieve, no appeal to Simon’s better nature. The boy she had known, grown up with was gone, completely submerged by the hulking behemoth of muscle and male hormones that he had become. She had only one chance left, the perfume she clutched in her small hand like a talisman to ward off evil. The monster was reaching to tear it from her hand even as she popped the spray top off and flung its contents directly into his face, bringing a howl of stunned surprise and displeasure from Simon.
Then Richard’s was flying through the air, her small body hurled away by the maddened giant as he clawed at his own face with frantic figures already feeling changes in his body as waves of conflicting energy swept through him and over the writhing girls in front of him as well. Richard’s hit the concrete wall with a sickening crack, her small body went limp as rag dolls and she crumpled to the floor and was still.
Not far from her crumpled body, the massive form of Simon now lay writhing on the floor, along with the former jocks, Jones, and Kim as waves of transforming energy washed over the roaring giant and the moaning girls.