Becca slowly walked towards the heaving, sweat-slick mass of boobs, cock and straining muscle that dominated the lawn, discarded cosmetic bottles crunching underfoot.
"Ah... Yeah, okay. Nancy, you said your mom's name was Miranda, right?" The EMT stepped forward, nervously clearing her throat. "Miranda? Miranda, can you...hear me?"
The only response was a strangled grunt, followed by another titanic eruption from the shemale that drenched half the yard. Miranda moaned, slumped forward onto her beanbag-sized breasts, curled her toes as she shuddered and writhed with orgasm - then just lay panting and twitching. "Oh, god..." Nancy whispered, tears streaming down her face. Becca inched forward.
"Miranda? Are you -" As she stepped forward the mutated housewife's hand suddenly shot up and grabbed the medic's wrist, dragging her into a clumsy embrace. Becca saw one startlingly blue eye and a crazy grin through the mane of curling hair that fell across the former woman's face, an eye firmly fixed on the box she still carried. Miranda's other arm groped desperately over her warped body, the shemale grunting and slavering as she tried to pry the package away from Becca. The EMT reeled, head clouded by fear and pungent musk, before finally ripping herself away in a final desperate lunge - that carried her straight into Nancy, who'd been coming up to help.
Becca felt the box break as she fell on it, followed by a cold rush as whatever was inside drenched her face. Spluttering and coughing, half-blind, she rolled over and yelped in pain as the injector hidden in the mess went off, blasting a shot into her leg. Sheer terror took over then, fghting the delicious feeling of warmth and strength that began to wash over her...
Mon Jun 06 08:12:02 2016