Swimming Lessons: Invisibility Ray!

"Maybe after this session you can...I don't know, make an excuse for me? Oh wait do you still have the invisibility ray?" Walter-son's face lit up. "The one that you used to head into the ladies' shower and..."

"Shhh, dad, please don't bring up that incident." Tim's face grew bright red. "But I do, I hid it in one of the classrooms."

“So you still have it,” Walter-son eyes narrowed on their offspring. “but it’s bad for me to bring it up? And wait, why is it still in the school?"

“It’s… complicated,” Tim muttered. Walter-son decided this was a conversation for a later time.

“Anyway, looks like we have an option that doesn't involve Alison being called 'Ass-a-ton' by the rest of the school."

Tim rubbed the back of his neck. “I can get it. It’s in the AV closet on the second floor of the science building. Five-minute walk if I hurry. But once you’re invisible, what then? You know better than I about the ray's..."

"Its condition; I know, we'll get there when we get. But here's the plan: I find myself another swimsuit. We stage an I ‘feel sick’ excuse after this session. You walk me out looking all concerned-boyfriend. The second we’re past the last camera and around the corner of the building, you hit me with the ray. I ditch whatever spare suit we find, stay invisible, and we head for the car. Once we’re home I can finally get the iBod and figure out why my ass decided to try and become Rosie O' Donnell's caboose."

Mike shut off his shower and walked over, toweling his hair. “Sounds solid. And if your growth starts up again before you get home?” He gave Walter-son’s still-plush rear an appreciative glance. “I mean… I’m available for emergencies."

Walter-son shot him a look. “Appreciate the enthusiasm, Mike, but I had enough sex for today."

"But I thought you were a sex clone?" Tim's friend asked.

"Randy energy input has exceeded this vessel's necessary levels." Walter-son replied with a bimbo-ish grin.

They turned back to Tim. “Go get the ray. I’ll find a spare suit in the lost-and-found bin and meet you outside the main doors in the next twenty-five minutes. Come back inside, and I'll give you a signal that I'm feeling unwell."

"If I'm not back by then, can you help Mike?" Tim questioned his friend. Mike shrugged.

"You know I'm there, I'll say that she's suffering a lotta of water retention." He smiled then slapped Walter-son's butt which jiggled with the slap. Walter-son growled but with the plan underway, the group went to work.