She is... very pretty. Keith strains in there, eyes staring at her from behind the grill, thankfully unseen by her, and his tentacles raring to go, but restrained. She's wearing a tight, light blue sleeveless top and a dark gray skirt. Her leaning into him like this is incredibly weird, and so inviting. He can feel his... tentacles or what ever they are, reaching towards the locker, from where ever they are right now, pushing, aching to hold her. Somehow he manages to hold off on that and just shudders, tensing and resisting as much as he can.
She looks up, confused for a moment. Huh, probably heard something. But what ever it is she shrugs and grabs something from inside and pulls back, closing him up, oh that is weird, and walks away. With a long, drawn out sigh he relaxes, feeling tentacles slumping against the back of the locker. He isn't even sure how many he has. There seem a lot of them, but he can only focus on the two he folded clothes with right now. Taking deep breaths he tries to relax, but it doesn't seem to help as much as it used to.
When he was human.
"Oh this is weird." He mutters, then gasps as he realized this is the first time he spoke since he was here, and it came from one of those two weirdly compressed feeling tentacles! "Uh, testing?" He manages, his voice rather different from before. Sort of deeper, richer, with a slight vibrating tone in the background.
Shaking himself (and literally something shifts in there. He dreads to think what) he tries to relax, but the memories of all those naked or scantily clad girls around him, some IN him, is very vivid, and the urges to grab and pull them in, among other activities, returns with the memories. He pushes it down trying to figure out what he's going to do.
There are no windows in here, but he can see light on the wall in the little tiled corridor that seems to lead to the pool. From the angle of the light it must be either early morning or evening, the light level coming in at a very shallow angle. Unless this is a pool in the far North or South so the sun is always low? Or at part of the year. Damn! He isn't even sure when he is, let alone where. I mean, it was February the last he knew, so sunup and sundown are further into the day now... maybe. But he had no clue how long it took for him to... become a locker. And now four lockers!
This was silly!
The door into the changing room abruptly opened, making Keith jump. He heard a slight metallic thump as one locker bumped into another, but the girl coming in didn't seem to notice. She was dressed in a slightly baggy blue denim overall with a discolored yellow T-shirt on, with the overalls straps over the shoulders. She had a faded red baseball cap on backwards, tightly covering her short brown hair. A pen was gripped between her teeth, and she carried a tool box in her left hand, her right holding the strap of a duffel bag over her shoulder. She looked... buff. Slender shoulders perhaps, but well muscled. She was scarcely five foot two tall, but he could see the muscles standing out on her bare arms, which were streaked in grease and dirt.
With a thump she let the toolbox down, then flipped the duffle bag off her shoulder. She flicked the pen from her ample lips and tucked it into a tiny little pocket on the strap of the overalls, then flexed the straps with her thumbs, pulling them from her chest before letting them snap back. That... was impressive. I mean, she isn't huge in the chest, but... very nice, and looking down she had very wide hips too. Though the baggy nature of the overalls hid a lot it looked like her legs were just as muscled as the rest of her.
"Yeah, right. So these buggers is acting up huh? Believe that when I see it." The girl said, with an accent that faintly reminded Keith of one of the Beatles. British? "Eh, which one was it Topknot said it was?"
Topknot? She must mean Miss Richards, as this has to be the maintenance girl, and the teacher said she was calling her. But Miss Richards had her hair down? Maybe she doesn't always? Who knew?
The girl had a annoyed expression as she went down the isle, counting, then coming to the one locker just beyond his 'set' and opened the door. He couldn't resist peering with eyes out of the top grill of the locker next to her, and saw that as the girl bent into the locker there the overalls tightened on her very ample butt. That was... incredibly tempting! Almost a shame she wasn't in one of his lockers. He could look in on her inside too.
Sounds of tapping came back, knocking, then she pulled out and went back to her toolbox and opened it up. She grabbed a couple of screwdrivers, something that looked like an extendable pointer with a thick black disk on the end, some tweezers and a little hammer, tucking the stuff into pockets in the overall. Again she leaned into the locker alongside Keith and he gently, carefully, pushed, finding a couple of eyes pushing out between the grill outside the locker, over the door.
He blinked, then both eyes turned to each other, and he stared at two tentacle tips, with just eyes on the end. Otherwise they were the same as the ones he'd used to fold clothes earlier, and felt just as 'compressed' as those had seemed. Were they normally larger? That meant he could... shrink them?
Shrugging at the weirdness he turned the two eyes back to looking at the open locker next to him, and the gorgeous ass poking out of it. Wow she was cute!
"Stupid idiots!" Came the irritated voice of the girl in the locker. "Cara, vacuum pumps are acting up! Cara, the air-conditioning is making noises! Cara the bathroom is backed up! Be nice if they got it right for once. I mean, seriously. How the hell can the ducting behind the damned walls make a noise in the lockers! Ungh!"
'Cara' apparently was frustrated, but Keith just couldn't take his eyes from her rump as it flexed and wriggled back and forth. He heard her working in there, scrape of metal, tinks, various light thumps. Then a few minutes later she pulled back out, Keith hastily drawing his eyes back in with a thump.
"Huh?" Cara said. From the shadow inside the grill where he'd drawn the eyes back (further than before) he saw her turn in his direction, but couldn't see too well. "OK, maybe it was twelve, not eleven." She muttered, and opened his last locker!
The eyes in the inside grill stared at her as she looked inside. Shit! OK, this was awkward. What was she going to do?
The girl grabbed a little hammer and leaned in, lightly tapping the back wall... ouch! OK, not much, but it felt odd. He tried not to react to that. Then she tucked the little hammer away and drew out a screw driver. Uh oh! He winced as she brought it up to the panel around the grill, his eyes retreating back away from it nervously. At least he didn't think she'd seen them. But at least she couldn't open it, right? I mean, he wasn't a real locker. Right?
He felt the colt metal of the screwdriver touch him and... TWIST! He shuddered, but it oddly didn't feel painful, just... wrong.
"Huh, maybe they weren't idiots after all?" Cara said, and continued unscrewing. Oooh, that felt really weird!
There was a tug, and Keith realized she'd stopped unscrewing and was trying to pull the screw out! It... didn't.... want... Ow!
"OK, that's weird." Cara said, letting the 'loose' screw stay where it was, mostly out. Keith sighed as instead she went to another screw and undid that one. Again she tugged on it, trying to pull it free, but it was... well, a part of him! She wasn't yanking a bit of him out! She shrugged and unscrewed the remaining eight screws letting them all flop free, still in the grill.
Then she reached up and pulled. An odd wrenching sensation hit him, a slight peeling feeling, and the grill moved, turning as if it were on a hinge! He didn't think she could actually open it!
"Huh?" Cara said, pulling, but the grill didn't come off. "No hinges. How the hell is the thing staying on there?"
It was staying on because IT WAS A PART OF HIM! He struggled not to react, but she pulled again, and she WAS strong. The grill opened, swinging to one side. Cara pulled a flashlight out of a pocket and brought it up. Keith hastily pulled his eyes out of the line of sight.
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