You've heard tons of rumors about Noah. They're mostly about something that makes him somewhat different compared to the other nerds in school. Normally, you would ignore those kinds of stuff, but it's still being spread up to now. You don't seem convinced since he just reads books in his spare time.
You release the control over Mr. Samuelson's body, you feel a lump in your throat. You black out for a second then your realize you're back in your slime form. You exit through his mouth.
You find Noah still unaware that his teacher is now out cold. You make your way towards him, he doesn't seem to notice the red slime slowly approaching him. You slowly slither up to his leg, you felt him move his legs. You didn't feel gravity going against you anymore, he must have mistaken the chill on his leg for the numbing. Once you have made to his crotch area, you begin engulfing it.
At first, he reacts like a bug bit him or something. But once he notices that the strange feeling is still there, he begins to panic.
"What the hell!?" He shouts as you start entering his body. That was enough for Ryan to wake up and run out of the room from his sudden impulse.
He panics and makes his way out the room. You can hear him mumble out of sheer panic.
"W-what is t-this..." he mumbles as he makes his way to the bathroom.
He runs to the bathroom and begins unbuckling his belt frantically. Right before he could pull down his pants, you managed to enter his body.
He freezes, then collapses on the floor and his body begins to convulse. You feel the twitching of his body, but it slowly dies out.
You found yourself laying on the floor. You pull yourself up and you were greeted by Noah's reflection.
You see his greenish eyes staring right at you behind the black, circular frame of his glasses. His usually slicked back brownish hair is now a mess.
You look down and see that your belt is unbuckled, your pants was unbuttoned as well. You begin buckling your belt and buttoning your pants. You felt a strange sensation around your crotch area, it makes you shudder thinking about experiencing that yourself.
"He was that close," you thought to yourself, as you start buttoning your pants.
For some reason, you felt like your arms are being constricted as you start buckling your belt. You take off his jacket after you buckled your belt.
Your jaw drops, sticking out of his striped polo shirt were large, beefy arms. You place your hand on your bicep, solid muscle. You left up his polo shirt and see a ripped six-pack.
You stare at his jacket, it was somewhat small but thick. It was enough to give an illusion that he wasn't as strong as they think he was. You pick it up and, with a little effort, you managed to slip your arms through it. The illusion was there, you'd easily label him as a scrawny type of guy.
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