The three boys woke up when their alarm went off. It was after all on the 30th and they still had one more day of school until the weekend.
Peter stretched and drowsily floated down from his bunk. Still wearing his t-shirt and shorts, he began to absentmindedly make breakfast. As he waited for his toast to come up, his head drifted downwards in a daze. His feet lifted back off of the floor and into the air. Peter shook his head when the toast popped up and began to butter it, unaware of his floating body.
Sid rolled back over in his bed, unwilling to wake. Rick stood up and all the way across their now massive dorm to the closet. He grabbed something out of the closet, a human suit luckily belonging to him. Rick barely noticed what he was doing as in his dreamy morning state put on the suit without pulling up the hood and walked over to make some toast as well.
Their new mega kitchen had more than one toaster, so Rick began to make his toast. He received a grunt from Peter in recognition, but Rick was feeling very antisocial today. Thinking himself to be wearing a sweater, he lifted his hood over his head and suddenly was transformed back into the manner he had been the previous night. He was taken aback suddenly wide awake.
“Guys!” Rick said excitedly. “Wake up!”
On command, Sid sprang up from bed attentive as ever. Peter fell to the ground before doing the same. They stared at Rick before realizing what had happened. Both rushed and put on their outfits, bursting into form.
“Hell yeah!” shouted Peter.
“How can we go out like this though,” Sid asked. “We still have Friday.”
The boys bought before Peter piped up, “No one will question how we look, it will always be normal unless we otherwise state it.”
The boys stared at him, before realizing what he had done for them. The parted him on the back and exited their dorm.
And there they stood. In a long hallway of dorm, three godlike men stood as some walked around them while others stared with lust. They pleasantly strolled down the hall, down the stairs, and out the dorm. They walked only a short ways down a sidewalk towards a school building, the trip was shorter with their much longer strides. They entered and sat down preparing for a short Math lecture.
Indeed, their teacher droned on and on about some boring topic. As Peter sat there, he decided to have a bit of fun. Trying something, he waved his hand in the direction of the teacher and his marker dropped to the floor. The class laughed as the teacher picked it up clearly embarrassed. He continued with no change.
Peter thought deviously of what to do next. He looked at a student in the front row. That student began to feel very uncomfortable. His shirt felt tight and suddenly a third arm shot out of the left side of him. The shirt corrected itself and the momentary strange tightness left the student.
No one seemed to care but Sid and Rick. Both sitting to Peter’s left the shot their heads to face him. Did being closer gave a very nervous glance where Rick shot a death stare.
“What are you doing,” Rick whispered sharply to him.
Peter brushed them off and looked towards his feet. His big toe began to move like a snake, stretching throughout the classroom. Wherever it went it blended perfectly with the environment so as to not be noticed. It diverted and split apart like a hydra coming to a halt underneath every person including the teacher.
Sid squinted his eyes towards the ground in front of him and looked wide eyed at Peter, but it was too late. There was nothing Sid could do now as Peter...