"Brittany, grab my backpack. Legs, whoever you are, take us to a more secluded place in school. I will be your eyes." You coach.
Your legs wouldn't be asked twice. This person, fused together with Brittany and yourself, took her own chastity very seriously. Even if your hoodie - very loosely fit over the shoulders you now confidently believed to be Brittany's - covered up the most delicate of your new assets your legs were mostly bare and expose, making for a view that you couldn't deny looked attractive and very daring.
Without your own input, you bring a hand to your chin, and it forces you to look forward instead of down at your body. You wince as you realise you are no longer the only person inhabiting this body. For the other two it must have looked as though they were staring longingly at their own assets. It is unnerving just how little control you have over this body, right when you think you had this new attractive and auto-arousing physique all for the taking.
You feel your cheeks flush red in embarrassment. "Sorry, you're right. Eyes on the prize and sh- tuff."
All good things must come at a cost. You conclude. As your legs walk you out of the classroom, you can't help but wonder whether you can still even control your own arousal.
The hallway is crowded with more fused students and teachers, some less noticeable than others, in varying states of nudity. You want to look, and you're glad you can still control your eyeballs, because Brittany is dead-set on making movements with your neck difficult, as she keeps a hand firmly set on your jaw to keep your eyes from wandering.
It occurs to you that the transformations of your peers are not just limited to organic matter like other human beings or, with Andrew and his pet rat as an example, animals as well. You can see a row of lockers in the hallway firmly fused together where they used to be separate objects. You feel goosebumps form on your arms and another painful stomach cramp as you see the row of lockers shift and morph, the outline of some freshman kid forming on the steel doors as if trying to push himself out of them, but being unable to. A small crowd students had noticed his distress. You pass by just as they manage to pry open the locker door, but on the inside, the locker appears completely empty.
You hear the sound of the school buzzer, normally marking the end of class. But as you strain your neck to look towards the sound, you see the familiar face of Alexia, the person sitting next to you in music class, grasp at her neck. Every time she opens her mouth in an attempt to talk or scream, this hideous buzzing sound escapes her throat. Her singing voice has all but disappeared now.
Eventually, the noise dies down, and you, Brittany and lastly the person inhabiting your legs, find themselves in more secluded space of the school building. The lab, farthest away from the school entrance. In case a fire breaks out in the lab, this would normally give the school body enough time to escape the building before it begins to spread too far, lest the other safety measures, like the sprinklers on the ceiling, all fail.
There had been no chemistry or biology class at the lab this morning, so there was no sign of transformees, or any people for that matter, in the laboratory. You suppose that's good news, given how you aren't sure what fusions you would get what with the concoctions that students would brew here if left unattended for too long by the chemistry teacher.
"Well, props to you Legs." You say. "I can't think of a more secluded place than this one where we can introduce ourselves to one another. I don't suppose there's some pen and paper lying around here somewhere?" You look up at the whiteboard and the markers lying adjacent to it. "Otherwise it's going to be a very long game of hints between the three of us, or the two of you, better said."