...right as he shook his head, sending the tainted water all over the room.
Jen instinctively opened her mouth in surprise, letting a few drops fall on her tongue.
She spat and sputtered, praying that she wouldn't be affected by the tiny droplets.
After waiting for a moment, she didn't feel any different. She refocused on the boy–a scrawny kid named Joe–just as his head was fully engulfed by long, curly hair. By the time the changes slowed down, he looked like a brown cotton ball with legs.
Jen was suddenly jolted by what felt like ice-water on her genitals. She began shivering uncontrollably, and her brain began to shut down from shock.
So c-cold. Need to find... warmth.
Shivering, she shifted slightly closer to Claire, seeking the heat radiating from the girl's hippo-crotch. When Claire shifted to talk to the person behind her, Jen felt its humid breath wash over and course through her, like a cup of cocoa on a winter day.
She relaxed as the cold dissipated, leaving her feeling cozy and warm. Okay... looks like that water didn't work... she thought, leaning back and sinking down into her seat.
In more ways than one.
The lack of resistance from the chair surprised her, and she slammed her arm on the table to right herself. It hit the desk with a loud *squelch* and jiggled chaotically.
Her legs had lost all definition, reduced to a pile of opaque, flesh-colored goop dripping off her seat. As she watched, a river of her flesh-goo flowed over the whole desk, coating it in a tan-pink glaze.
After a moment, she felt herself slowly absorbing it, breaking down the wood, plastic and metal. The sensation was dizzying, like a million tiny fingers masturbating her pores.
"*mooooaan~~* Oh, fuuck, it turned me into a–ngh~– a slime thing..." she gasped, through labored breaths.