Class was mostly over by the time Allison returned, but she was far too excited about some of the possibilities to stop now.
She noted Cynthia sitting in the desk to her left, looking as bored Allison usually felt in this class. Cynthia was a gorgeous, full lips, high cheekbones, big breasts, long blonde hair, she could have been a cheerleader easily if she was at all athletic (that, and she tended a bit towards the curvy, with wide hips and a fair bit of softness about her, likely related to the absence of athleticism). Indeed, the big thing Allison remembered about her interactions with Cynthia was just how... uninvolved the girl was. She only seemed animate in the arms of her boyfriend, but she seemed to go through those at a rate of about one per month. Aside from that, getting her involved in anything always seemed like too much hassle... which was fine until last semester when Allison was stuck with her for a big group project.
Allison knew just the subject to merge her with. But first, she decided to do some alterations before the big changes.
First, Allison scanned Cynthia with the remote. She selected the girl's boobs and copied them, adding four additional rows of impressive tits below the the originals. Cynthia now wore a very loose shirt, almost a smock, that barely covered ten boobs that stretched from her chest to her hips. Next, Allison targeted her vagina and began to expand it. Cynthia adjusted her posture, shifting her legs apart as her twat grew, filling her insides with sensitive flesh while stretching her labial lips up to her belly-button. Cynthia closed her eyes, rubbing her legs together and softly moaning with the vaguely audible 'squish' noise and Mrs. Jackson cast an unamused look at her direction.
Lastly, Allison drew up a file from the biology lab and selected merge. She breathed in quickly, shocked by the sudden transformation and strange creature before her.
Oddly enough, the first thing Allison noticed was that Cynthia no longer had long golden hair. She was bald and, more than that, completely hairless. Her head tapered and swept back just a bit on the far side of her skull, giving it a cute, feminine look, reminiscent of some short haircuts. It seemed a silly thing to notice first, given that Cynthia was now completely naked and green now. Her skin glistened a soft green, with darker dappling towards her back and much paler coloration to the front, along her stomach and breasts (though her wide nipples were the same dark green as her lips). She had no arms, or indeed any legs. Rather, her body continued from her ass, swelling outward in an exaggeration of her shapely curves and tapering into a long, largely formless tail. The topside was smooth, but the other side revealed the folds of her glistening, largely expanded vagina, that ran along almost the entirety of this structure, her smooth outer labia rippling with musculature. A pair of smooth feelers on stalks growing from her forehead completed the image.
Cynthia the slug-girl was glistening in a faint coat of liquid (slime?), all soft curves and feminine squishiness. Her ten breasts bobbled obscenely as she squirmed in her seat, coating the the base-board in a layer of sticky, clear slime as she slipped to the ground. "Mrs. Jackson," she said, eying the clock, "I have to get going now, or I'll be late for my second my period." She landed on the floor, her slug-like lower body (and vagina) on the floor, as well as her lower two pairs of breasts, the rest of her upper body lifted up at an angle. Her clitoris was just barely visible through her cleavage as she began to move across the ground, leaving a gleaming trail of slime in her wake.
Mrs. Jackson sighed, "Honestly, Cynthia, if you're going to be a slug-girl you have to keep track of time! You should have left five minutes ago. Just because you're a mollusc now doesn't mean you don't have to pay attention! Honestly, I wonder why you even did this in the first place."
Allison didn't, though. She saw the look on Cynthia's face, the telltale twinkle in her eyes as she moved on her vaginal muscles across the floor. The looks her naked and shapely bum and boobs were getting couldn't have hurt either, and she was pretty certain Cynthia winked at a few faces as she passed. She wasn't moving as fast as a normal person could walk, but she was making better progress than a normal snail. She was out of the classroom in just under a minute, her trail already evaporating away into nothingness.
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