Suddenly, the four of them realised that the rest of the class had been standing there for the past couple of minutes, silently.
"What's going on?" asked one of them, shocked.
"Uh... well..." started Luke. Moving to stand next to the door.
"What was that?" asked the same boy again.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie. We saw what you two were doing." said someone else, waving a finger at Max and Allan. "What did they do, Allan?"
"I-I don't know." said Allan, still shaken. Two of the boys ran for the door where Luke was standing.
"Do something!" mouthed Max at Luke. Luke panicked and pushed one of them into the other, causing them to fuse and fall over. The one that Luke pushed had his legs sticking out of the other boy's left side and his arms, chest and head sticking out on the right side, so they made a cross. Allan made a break for the door but Luke tripped him up and he fused into the point where the two boys crossed over. Luke locked the door. The whole class were now shouting and panicking.
"Quick! Fuse their mouths together!" Shouted Luke to Max. The two of them frantically ran around the room, pairing the boys mouths up. It resembled a room full of boys kissing. The pairs were kicking punching in all directions, trying to free their mouths.
"They're gonna get hurt running around like that! Fuse them in place!" Max shouted back. The two of them were now fusing every limb in sight to every other limb in sight. Feet to faces, hands to backs, elbows to shins, butt cheeks to heads and cocks to cocks. In the confusion, Luke, Max and Dean slammed into eachother, conjoining as they did. Their legs and arms were allfacing inwards, so the three of them made a sort of cocoon with six butt cheeks, no arms, no legs, and three heads on top all facing inwards. They fell over and their 'pod' rolled into the middle of the mass of sweaty flesh that was the class.
"What did we do?!" shouted Luke.
"I don't know!" Max shouted.
"Will you two split us apart already?" asked Dean.
"Alright Luke, on three." Max readied himself. "One. Two. THREE!" The two boys pushed apart. Slowly, the three of them became seperate again and rolled backwards.
"That's better." said Luke.
"Uh, guys? Something feels funny..." said Dean, cautiously.
"Uh-oh." said Max
"What?" asked Luke and Dean, together.
"These aren't my legs. I can't control them!" said Max, looking down in shock at a pair of hairy, pale white, muscly thighs that didn't match his tanned skin tone.
"They're mine!" shouted Dean. "Who's have I got?"
"Mine!" said Luke "So I must have Max's! Max, move your left foot!" Max tried to but Luke's left foot moved instead. "Guys! We only have control of our own legs!"
"Okay, we can do this." said Max confidently. "Dean! Walk forwards." Dean made a straining face and Max started to move towards him. "Keep going- A little more- GOTCHA!" Max fused into Dean so they turned into a cocoon like before, but with two heads. This time there was less space so they were squished cheek to cheek.
"Isn't this cosy." remarked Dean.
"Okay Max. Walk me over to you." Said Luke and Max strained. Luke unsteadily moved over and fused into them.
"Now what?" asked Dean. Looking over at the pool of arms and heads behind them.