Kevin stared helplessly at a thin layer of black and green slime growing behind one of the ill-kept toilets in the locker room.
"Jared, I have got to go home," he whispered.
The slime mold tried to move. Jared could sense dampness, heat, the movement of air, and even without eyes, he could "see" in a sense. Kevin looked like an enormous blobby blur as the boy crouched near him.
"Hey, kid!" A loud voice bellowed and echoed off the tiles in the room. "What are you doing in here?"
Jared saw a second much larger blurry blob move close to Kevin. The voice... it sounded familiar... "Coach!"
Jared's baseball coach stared sternly at Kevin. "You look a little young to be in here," the coach said.
"I...I was looking for my brother."
"Who's that?"
"Jared Webster."
"Oh, yea," the coach's voice grew less stern. "You're Jared's kid brother?"
"Yes," Kevin nodded.
"Well, I haven't seen him today." The coach got a hand on Kevin's back and started escorting him from the locker room. "I'll tell him you're looking for him if I see him."
Jared strained to move his body and felt the creeping jellylike protoplasm actually slide a fraction of an inch along the wall in his desperation. "Kevin! Don't go!"
The coach escorted the junior high kid from the locker room and promised him again to tell Jared as soon as he saw him. "You good at baseball like your brother?"
Kevin, distracted, shook his head.
"Get Jared to show you the ropes," the coach said. "Maybe you can be on the team in a couple of years."
After sending the kid on his way, the coach returned to the locker room. He happened to glance toward the spot where the younger Webster had been staring and frowned at the sight of a thin layer of black and green slime growing over the wall tiles behind one of the ill-kept toilets. Then he did what he had come into the room to do in the first place.
Unzipping and pulling out his dick, he took a long piss into the toilet nearest Jared, who had to watch in helpless horror. A few drops even splashed off the seat and dampened Jared's slimy form. "Ugh! Lousy aim, coach!"
The coach finished up and was tucking himself back into his pants when he saw someone enter the room.
"Hey, Henry!" The coach called to the custodian. "There's some creeping crud over here behind the toilets. Could you get on that?"
"No!" Jared cried out without words. "Don't!"
"Sure," the janitor said. "Was gonna mop up the floors as soon as everyone clears out, so I will take care of that, too."
Jared watched as the blurry coach pointed in his direction and the other huge blob sort of nodded in agreement. The second blob removed something from his supply cart. He stepped forward and spritzed Jared with some sort of spray from a huge aerosol canister.