Liam wonders what exactly that noise was. There is no way that Frank was actually...
Liam’s train of thought stopped, he could hear pretty rapid shuffling coming right from Frank’s area.
Other people in the room started noticing, turning their heads to see what exactly Frank was doing. His breathing was becoming less steady.
“Excuse me, Frank?” Mr. Miller said, picking up on the other students’ loss of focus, “is there something you’d like to share with the-” he cut himself off. His eyes widened, his mouth opened in shock slightly.
Liam was getting really freaked, and there was only one reason why Mr. Miller would’ve reacted like that. But maybe there was a chance that Frank had... he had...
While Liam was thinking of a good reason why this was happening, one that meant that Frank hadn’t spontaneously started masterbating in the middle of class.
Jane, the fourth blonde of the class, the one wasn’t one of the ‘Mean Girls’ like Vanessa and Penelope, who both attended this class. Jane shouted, “oh my god! Frank what the fuck are you doing!?”
“Jane! Language... oh my god,” Mr. Miller said, trying to keep everyone calm.
Liam was now flabbergasted, but who says this was him? What if Frank just... just really needed to whomp the willow?
That’s when Liam realised it, this is just coincidence. If this was actually Liam’s doing, then Jane would all of a sudden be only wearing underwear.
As the implication left Liam’s mind, Jane’s sweater and jeans suddenly completely tore apart, leaving no remains after. All that was left was her wearing a pair of cute pink panties and an equally cute light blue bra, both with lighter coloured dots and cute little bows added for design.
“AH!!” she screamed, “what the fuck is going on!?”
Liam asked himself the same question.
At this point, he was the only person still sitting completely still in his seat, everyone was either at the front of the class looking at everything unfolding before them, or sitting and putting all of this on social media.
Wait! Social media!?
No! No! This means that these powers he’s got will be shown everywhere, he’ll be enrolled into some sort of Area-51 compound and exploited for his magic! No! No! NO! He closed his eyes so tight it began to hurt, and just thought ‘all phones turn into paper’.
He felt his pocket quickly become much lighter. And the disappointed sighs and screams of gut wrenching “NO!” from a series of female classmates as they lost the only thing that gave them real purpose in their minds.
Liam looks back over at Frank, still going at it. Jane was freaking out over being left in her underwear with all her classmates around. Frank let out a huge moan as he thrusted his body in reaction, nearly snapping the one part desk and chair.
A spoot of semen hit Jane right in the chest, then another, less powerful, hit her feet.
Jane screamed, she stepped backwards before slipping on something, most likely more semen, and fell backwards, slamming her head into the wall. This caused her to pass out.
“Mr. Miller! Help her,” a student shouted.
Mr. Miller was hesitating, he didn’t know whether or not he’d be allowed to actually touch a young female student in nothing but her underwear.
At this point, Liam was actually the last person still in his seat. He realised this, and quickly lifted himself out of his seat, trying to blend in. It was very clear to him that he was completely in control at this point. And all this chaos, it was getting so out of hand. There were so many screaming and shouting students, a barely clothed girl unconscious, and a boy in post wank recovery.
He wanted to just go back before he said that first thing.
Liam turned his head, the black haired girl sighed and turned back to face Mr. Miller teaching.
Liam looked down at the desk, the open piece of paper laid out in front of him,
“The power is all yours.
Mind, body, clothing, objects. Everything,
It’s all yours. Don’t waste it,
Kind regards,
Rose xoxo”