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John opened the door.

It was a very quick absorption of Mrs. Kellie inside his mother’s body. There was some goo which was absorbed too but remained stuck to the inside of the nurse outfit.

Behind the door stood two students, one with his arm over the other’s neck. It took John a moment to realize he was injured. He sighed and stepped aside, motioning towards the bed. Looking down at his knees, John sees one bleeding scrape and he heads to the cabinet grabbing some disinfectant and bandages.

“It’s okay.”

John said as he gingerly cleaned the wound. He hadn’t intended to actually take over his mother’s work but injuries don’t come knocking.

The student winced as John dealt with the wound, now wrapping it up. He let out a sigh of relief as the dressing came to a halt. John did not have any trouble dressing up the wound, the absorption of his mother was akin to “becoming” her. He had all her memories and abilities, of what she could remember and beyond. Even the night when he was conceived, he could view from many perspectives as he liked in his head.

“There we go.”

“Thanks Mrs. Doe.”

The other student patted him on the shoulder, saying,

“I’ll be leaving now.”

And true to his word, he left, the door creaking as it swung shut, leaving the two in. John turns to him and says,

“So… Tripped or pushed?”

He looks down.

“Sort of both?”

“Who?”

He remains quiet.

“Well, its not like I’m gonna tell anyone and you don’t want to study right now either so…”

He sighs.

“It’s always the same ones.”

John nodded.

“Samantha of Class A and her gaggle of geese.”

John chuckled and put a hand to his face, laughing coyly. The student blushed as he looked at Mrs. Doe’s laughing figure. Blood rushed to his loins. He shifted in his spot on the bed. John could feel it entirely, the blood spurting through the student’s veins.

‘A perk of being an Eldritch monster, I guess...’

John thought to himself. He could… do stuff now, without regret or remorse. While he wasn’t sure of how many times he could change something…

*snap*

“Hm?”

The student looked up. John had a tense look on his face. He had snapped three times.

‘Was three the limit?’

John sighed, feeling anxious. He wasn’t sure of having chosen a tentacled goo mimic as his body now, if he was going to be stuck with it.

‘Maybe its just three per day...Maybe?’

He shook his head. No point in stressing over it when he had no control over time.

“Is something wrong, Mrs. Doe”

“Why’d they pick on you?”

“M-me?”

John gave him a poker face.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh. I’m Cleo of Class C.”

“Well then Cleo…”

John took a pause as he crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms under his chest and pushing up lightly.

Cleo gulped for a second, feeling a little hot.

“Samantha and her quacks, why’d they pick on you?”

Cleo sighed, looking downtrodden.

“I guess… I’m easy pickings.”

John gave a tiny smile. The bell rang, the work day having ended. Throngs of students rushed out of classrooms chattering and joking. They walked past the infirmary and towards the front doors, some going home to study, others going out to PC cafes, restaurants and arcades.

Cleo looked out the window, sighing. John noticed. He felt another pang of eldritch feeling but was unwilling to absorb someone now, having taken two in one day. Instead… he decided on making Cleo’s day better. Just because he could.

Standing up and going to the door, John poked his head out, looking up and down the hallway. Almost everyone had left and the janitor was nowhere to be seen. Looking at the phone in his pocket, he reckoned he had some time.

He closed the door and turned towards Cleo, walking with a strut as he approached. Cleo gulped again, now shifting more as his arms went to his face and scratched his chin. His cock was making a thick bulge in his pants. John got closer and unbuttoned the top, revealing the simple black bra holding his mother’s boobs.

“Well then, easy pickings. I pick you.”

Saying that, John bent down and put his hands on Cleo’s knees, above the bandage. He rubbed them lightly, reaching further up as Cleo put his hands down by his side, looking down with a flushed face at John’s stimulating hands.

John bent down and got on his knees, looking up at Cleo’s eyes. Cleo tried desperately to look everywhere else but the moment Mrs. Doe’s hand rested on the top of his bulge, cupping it, he let out a sharp breath and looked her deep in the eye.

John stroked away at the covered warmth, parting his lips as he looked up at Cleo. One hand goes down to his boobs, tugging on the bra. The other one lightly squeezed Cleo’s cock. He says,

“Well, this seems like a good pick.”

Cleo nods lightly, all the blood rushing to his cock and making it throb. John chuckled as he felt it twitch inside. He puts two of his fingers on the flyer and makes a stroking motion. Cleo shuts his eyes tight, letting out another sharp breath.

“Mrs. Doe i-”

“Shh.”

John said. Cleo lightly nodded as he looked into Mrs. Doe’s eyes.John stroked a bit more before flashing a smile at Cleo and then bringing her face forward to his covered cock.

Cleo is stammering but John puts aside his hand and brings his lips to the cock, pushing on it a bit before pulling back.

With that, John patted Cleo’s thighs and then got up, buttoning up the top as he turned around.

“Mrs. Doe?”

John chuckled.

“This isn’t the right place to do it.”

Reaching around to the table and grabbing a pen and paper, John wrote down his home address. Folding it up, he put it between his lips and then turned around back at Cleo, bringing Mrs. Doe’s face to him and resting his hands on Cleo’s thighs. Cleo blushed deeply, the tent in his pants becoming tighter.

John motioned downwards with his eyes and winked. Cleo gulped and then parted his lips, moving forward a bit.

John pushed her head forward and the paper found itself onto Cleo’s lips. With a sigh, John pulled back.

“I pick you so come find me tomorrow night, I’ll have a present for you.”

Saying that, John gave a wink, glancing down at Cleo’s tent and turned around, grabbing the bag. With a strut, John heading out the infirmary.

Cleo remained with a smitten look on his face, a big tent in his pants and a note on his lips.

“Wh-what just happened…”

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