SPLOOSH! THUNK! CLONK!
My moans gave way to shrieks of surprise as a bucketful of warm water was dropped on my head.
In the same instant, I realized how thirsty I was. I hadn't had anything to drink since last night since I'd skipped breakfast and forgot to grab my bottle for cheer practice. Even though I was practically a liquid, my throat felt parched.
Without warning, my goo started to suck in the water, and I slowly regained control of myself.
Within a few moments, everything was dry again. I felt fully hydrated, with any excess fluid stored in my breasts, which were currently swollen to around the size of small cantaloupes.
"Are you alright, Miss Smith?"
All 28 of Miss Matthews' eyes were staring daggers at me.
I nodded slowly, letting off a burp as I processed the last of the water. I saw a few students rolling their eyes at me, murmuring amongst themselves.
The teacher nodded curtly.
"Good. As I was saying: brass and bronze are the two main types of copper alloys..."
"Really wish I didn't have to do that every day," a voice behind me muttered. "Just let her sit in the sink."
I felt my gooey face glow red with embarrassment as I reformed my legs.
"Sorry, Sam..."
She shrugged, still obviously grouchy.
"*sigh* Whatever."
Two of Miss Matthews' heads swiveled to face us.
"Miss Smith! Miss Bronson! Do you have something you'd like to share with us?"
I blushed even harder.
"S-Sam was just suggesting that I sit in one of the sinks, ma'am. May I?"
Miss Matthews scrutinized my face, then made another small nod.
"If it'll help you learn, I'll allow it. Just don't wash yourself away. Sit in the one next to Danna, please."
I forced a weak smile as I collected my books and clambered towards one of the sinks on the side of the room. My legs hadn't fully solidified yet, so maneuvering the desks was a bit difficult.
As I approached, one of the Danna's facial breasts shifted, revealing a single, barely-visible eye underneath. I waved a small hello and smiled at her. She raised her arm slowly and waved back, sending jiggles through her whole pile of breastflesh, then looked away.
Awkwardly, I swung my legs up into the lab sink, making sure it was plugged. With as much effort as batting an eyelid, my legs redissolved and I sank to my breasts in protoplasm. I grabbed a notebook, formed a small lap-desk in the pool, and resumed taking notes.