Gen walked into the storage room a little nervously, making sure she kept her hands to herself. Regardless of what she told Jamal, Gen really didn't want to get fused with yet another door. Gen cautiously picked her way around the cluttered storage room over to the cart that held all of the balls.
"Whew," Gen murmured nervously, "No trouble so far." As soon as Gen finished saying that, she stepped on a stray dodgeball and slipped, falling right into the cart.
FWOOMPH!
For a moment, nothing in the storage room moved. Then Gen burst out of the cart, flopping down onto the floor. "Gah!" she blurted, staggering to her feet. Quickly, Gen patted herself down, checking to see if anything had happened to her. "Oh no..." Gen groaned when she finally looked in the storage room's wall mirror.
The worst case scenario had happened. As far as Gen could tell, she had fused with every single ball in the cart, and from what Gen now looked like, it was pretty obvious. Her legs and hips became thicker, straining her gym shorts to their limit. Her stomach was now bulging and had taken on the texture of a dodgeball. Her breasts bulged almost as much as her belly, pushing up her normally loose gym shirt until it looked like a tube top. Even Gen's head had fused with a dodgeball, making her features look more like patterns on the side of a larger-than-normal dodgeball. To top it off, Gen's entire body was now firetruck red, like a typical dodgeball.
Gen was stunned. "...I-I have to fix this..." she murmured, reaching up to touch her face. It was then that Gen realized that even her hands had fused with the dodgeballs, making them look more like a ball with fingers sticking out of it. Gen groaned. She couldn't unfuse with hands like these! Frustated, Gen rapidly shook her hands in an attempt to shake the dodgeballs out. To her surprise, the ball popped right out, leaving her with a normal hand once again.
"Huh?" Gen murmured, "That worked?" Gen rapidly shook her other hands, and to her surprise and delight, the dodgeball flew right out of her hand. Gen exhaled, relaxing just a bit. Now she would be able to easily remove the dodgeballs. Gen began the painfully slow process of unfusing the dodgeballs from her body. Finally, after 10 minutes of pushing and pulling, Gen was completely back to normal and surrounded by a huge pile of balls.
"That was way too close," Gen sighed, dropping the last dodgeball to the ground. Then Gen remembered something. "I have to be in PE!" she shouted, sprinting towards the door. As soon as she reached the door, however, it swung open, slamming into Gen's hands (which she had been holding for balance).
FWOOMPH!
Mr. Hamsurily walked into the room, muttering, "Where is that girl Gen? She should've brought the dodgeballs by now." Mr. Hamsurily then spotted the massive amount of balls scattered on the floor of the storage room and rolled his eyes. "Teens," he murmured, "You never know what's going on inside their heads." Mr. Hamsurily grabbed a few dodgeballs and left the storage room, completely missing Gen.
Gen had fused with a door for the second time today. This time, Gen's body stayed fairly normal, other than the fact that she was nude, immobile, and encased in metal. Gen was currently in a pose that conveyed surprise: her mouth and eyes wide open, her arms held out in an attempt to stop the door, her legs posed as if they were backpedaling. The only part of her body that retained mobility was Gen's eyes, which looked around madly for an escape. "UHHNG!" Gen murmured, hoping someone would hear her pleas. "God dammit!" she yelled in her head, "Not again!"