Jen was lost in a haze of arousal, her hand was still down the front of her pants but her arm now hung limp. She had lost track of how many times she had cum as she watched the grotesque tableaux unfold in the classroom, and was now drifting on the pure high of exhausted climax.
At some point the class had emptied out, and the only one left aside from Jennifer was Sid, the goth-turned-maid, who seemed content to mince around the classroom, making a show of moving her feather duster over a desk or chair without really cleaning anything, muttering to herself about the state of the room in a faux French accent.
And the class was in quite a state. In the fury and confusion caused by the transforming students chairs had been toppled, desks had been smashed and thrown clear to the other side of the room, and everything was covered in a layer of books, binders and torn paper. There were chunks of wall missing and behind the warped slits of the blinds the windows were spiderwebbed with cracks. Cum of various varieties also lurked in giant sticky puddles here and there, and the room was heavy with the scent of sex and arousal, a thick, swampy smell that became a physical sensation and clung to the skin like a warm, wet towel.
Jens finger poked against the nub of her clitoris and she twitched in her chair.
After the initial high caused by the transformation many of the students had fled the classroom, and those whose minds were too far gone to be frightened from the change followed for no better reason than to find a new hole to fuck.
Jenn was only vaguely aware of the screaming that followed, echoing through the school, followed by moaning, followed by silence. A silence broken only by the clicking of Sids heels.
And by something else.
A thrumming.
A thrum thrum thrum thrum.
Jennifer opened her eyes and blinked at the late afternoon sun that filtered through what was left of the destroyed blinds. What was that? She straightened in her chair, groaning as her stiff muscles cried out in protest. Sid had stopped her cleaning, she stood perfectly still, legs together, arms slightly at an angle, like a doll. Her head was cocked to one side as she listened to the noise grow louder.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est ca?" She asked in a syrupy chirp, nearly drowned out by the constant thrum. Jenn shook her head to say she didn't know. She was thankful that her vicious masturbation had cleared her head enough to focus, but now she couldn't hear herself think over the infernal noise!
The thrumming became a thunderous cacophony, and a shadow passed through the class, momentarily blocking out the golden glow from the outside. Jenn jumped to the window in time to see a helicopter bank low over the school.
"A helicopter!" She gasped, scarcely able to believe it. The class looked out onto the back field of the school and so Jenn had a clear view of the huge machine settled down in the middle of the soccer field like some giant lumpy insect, the whirring blades rippling the closely-trimmed grass.
"Un hélicoptère?" Sid asked, mincing over to where Jenn was standing and then clapping a dainty hand over her mouth as she looked out the window, "Oh! Oh mon dieu!"
The landing chopper seemed to have startled two figures on the field, a naked boy was crawling around excitedly on his hands and knees like a dog, and nearby a cow sat on its haunches and starred dumbly. The two girls watched from the window as a ramp extended from the back of the helicopter and figures in hazmat suits streamed out. Two of the suits approached the dog boy and the cow slowly, the cow continued to stare but the boy was pressed close to the ground, ass up in the air and Jenn could almost imagine that she could hear him growling.
With a sudden flourish, one of the suits brandished a taser and pointed it at the boy, who began to twitch before collapsing limply against the ground. Their partner threw a net over the cow, and then more suits poured from the helicopter and began to surround the captives while the rest seemed to be splintering into teams and moving towards the school.
Jennifers hand was back inside her pants, cupping her damp slit, that cow and that boy were her classmates, and that thought was making her hot. Arousal was beginning to creep in again, stirring in the back of her mind and threatening to take hold once more. But with these... what? Soldiers? Doctors? With these hazmat-suited men coming into the school she'll need a clear head.