Spent, Jake allowed himself to drift off to sleep, hazily noting that he was a snorer now. With every breath his furry chest rose and fell, and Jake fell down into a deep slumber...
Jake awoke with a wide yawn and stretched, for a second he didn't remember where he was, but it all came rushing back, He grinned and jumped off the bed. 'Weird,' he thought, 'I feel different.' Waving that thought away, convinced that it was just a matter of being unused to his new body, he walked over to the spacious bathroom. He was still covered in cum from his little expedition and wanted to take a quick shower (as well as another excuse to run his hands all over his teacher's body. When he reached the sink however, he did a double take. Instead of Mr. Henderson's face, he saw his own. Looking down he realized he was himself again, lanky and pale, a sparse handful of of body hair; a splatter of Sullivan's sperm still on his skin.
"What? How? What- what happened?" Jake asked himself in a panic, patting himself down realizing that this was indeed his own body. If he was back to his own self, Jake figured, then so must Mr. Henderson! He looked around the bathroom and the bedroom, Henderson was nowhere in sight and his clothes still lay discarded in a pile on the floor. Not knowing what else to do, Jake focused his power to enter his ghost mode. However, something was off, instead of feeling lighter, Jake felt a lot heavier. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, staring back with the same expression of shock and confusion was Mr. Henderson. Jake looked down, everything was back: the meaty body, the forest of hair, the impressive package, everything. Confused, Jake focused his mind like he did when he re-materialized and stared in awe at his reflection as Sullivan started shrinking a couple inches, his face turning smooth and shaven, his hair gaining color and shortening, and his thick build slimming down. When finally done, Jake was once again staring at his own reflection.
Something had gone wrong. he'd somehow... absorbed Mr. Henderson, or something like that. Jake paced around the room, his bare feet pattering the tile floor. He around and felt out of p;ace in his teacher's bathroom, so he began shifting back into Sullivan's form. He stared at the mirror as he watched himself grow taller, stronger, older. When he was back to being Sullivan Henderson, Jake stood there, stroking his stubble, considering what he should do next.