"I'm sorry if he's a bit tight, but he looks good enough, very fat and I'm sure you shouldn't have too many problems with his skin..", said Janine, now back in her diguise.

Janine was really a member of The Slitheen Family and had killed Blakeman so that a member of her race could use his skin to his own advantage.
"I don't think I'll be having any complaints here! You've brought me Christmas early!", said the male Slitheen, laughing.
"Urgh, help me into this will you?", he asked.
Janine helped the Slitheen fit itself into the skinsuit, it's feet went in and she slowly raised it to it's belly.
Blue lights flashed in the room as the Slitheen slid itself into Blakeman's skin.

The Slitheen wore a compression collar around their neck and this is how they could squeeze into the skins of their victims who were usually smaller than they were.
This came with two disadvantages. Gas built up in the skinsuit and the compression could make the skinsuits rather uncomfortable.

Eventually, Blakeman stood up, but with the Slitheen now inside of him, using his skin.
"How does it feel?", asked Janine, " Not bad, but I think this might help.. ooooh!", replied Blakeman before letting off a long and loud fart.
"Ahhh, much better. Hopefully this won't become too problamatic, I have a school to run!", said Blakeman, before smiling.

Blakeman walked off and headed towards his office before a teacher stopped him. " ?", they said. "Y-yes? What is it?!", snapped Blakeman.
"You were gone for an awfully long time sir, we were worried about you.", they said. "Y-yes well, I was looking over some very important plans which are currently none of your business!", said Blakeman rather rudely. "IF you'll excuse me...", said Blakeman, before walking off.
Blakeman farted before he opened the door to his office, "Ohhh.. oops, urghh."

Blakeman plopped himself down on the seat, farting again. "Oh god.. arghhhh. Hopefully this will ease off later."
Blakeman thought to himself, "Once that computer block is completed, I'll no doubt have to show some miserable dumb humans around it. I also need to get a skin for my brother."

Blakeman tapped his hands on the desk. "He also brought his son, stupid of him. I'll need to get a skin for him too."
Blakeman sighed, he pressed his fingers on the blinds, parting them slightly, looking outside. "What a tediously boring school day this is, I think I'll treat myself."

Blakeman exited his office, headed to the staff toilets, then farted. He laughed as he unzipped, his skin fell to the floor and Blakeman took himself inside a stall.
"That's much better, I'll get myself dressed later.."