<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants Uniform (2 sizes too large at least)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dormitory Entrance / Social Room -> Dormitory staircase/corridor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone | Ceri<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Oozeling had been fighting with her shirt for it to stay on - last thing she needed right now was a wardrobe malfunction when she wasn't even wearing anything up top over her suddenly manifested (but small) breasts - when she suddenly felt someone touch her shoulders. Surprised, she barely had time to turn her head before those hands gripped more tightly and spun around! Before she even had time to realize what was happening, she found herself squeezed right into two massive, soft, warm and<em>very</em>comfortable... breasts. Okay, she did NOT expect that. And neither did she expect the voice accompanying the breasts! Her eyes widened within the sacred valley of the boobs, glancing up with her yellow eyes at the purple-haired beauty she had known back during her travels!<br/><br/><strong>"C-Ceri?!"</strong>Morgan's voice was somehow even higher than it had been when she first observed the orc trying to keep her own breasts contained behind a too-tight shirt. The fact that the dorm mother was missing - and probably not even transported to this place together with them as she had not been in the garden when Morgan woke up - seemed to suddenly become less important again despite the urgency only moments before allowing the shifter to focus on something beyond her precarious situation. She didn't even know what to do, if she should even hug Ceri back, because this tight hug was basically<em>exactly</em>what Morgan would've always wanted from her, but... It just seemed entirely wrong to abuse this moment where Ceri didn't even know<em>who</em>she was really hugging!<br/><br/>"I- I had no idea y-you'd be here," mumbled Morgan, slightly muffled from how she was being held. Her pale face was taking on a tomato-red shine right about now, so her human-like slime form could definitely still blush - she felt the blood rush to her face. Well, she knew where blood would be involuntarily rushing if the sudden change hadn't hit her during the transport over, for sure. "I'm not, uhm... Morgan's sister, or anything." While she was hanging a bit limply in the tight hug, she also couldn't bring herself to try to escape it, but her facial expression looking up at Ceri from her cleavage looked like she was about ready to start bawling her eyes out. Maybe by now, Ceri would've also noted that Morgan's body was almost a bit too easy to squeeze - like it gave more to pressure than a human body should, slightly compressing down.<br/><br/>"Its... its me. Morgan. I got hit with some sort of... magic surge, out in the garden." She continued, miserably. "Its like... I got wildshaped into an ooze... and into a girl... at once. And... and I can't turn back." A bit of a sniffle. The dorm mother wasn't there. Nobody else from the faculty was either, or they'd have said something by now. And with how long everyone had taken to come downstairs, this didn't seem like a spell that would just... wear off with time, unless it lasted really, really long. Morgan had no skill with lockpicking tools to take a look inside, and she doubted even her... other form could squeeze under the door or through the keyhole, so she was completely useless right now, and just hung in Ceri's arms, trying desperately not to cry.