"And there's the bell," sighed Clark, "We're officially late to chemistry."
"Oh please," said Chloe racing for the class door, "We're gonna be all of thirty seconds late. And you can't tell me you actually enjoy this class."
The two entered the room and the teacher, Ms. Kennedy, smiled and rolled her eyes at them humorously.
Clark beamed back at her and sighed, "Actually, Chloe, this is my favorite class."
Chloe faked a groan. Most of the males at the school had a thing for Ms. Kennedy.
"And you really think she's a good teacher?" asked Chloe as they took their seats next to one another, "I mean besides the primal lust thing you have going. She's so young. I'm gonna have to check into her credentials."
"Chloe," said Clark, pretending to be deadly serious, "If you get Ms. Kennedy removed from this school, you won't just have me to deal with."
He was right. All around the room, the male students stared longingly at Ms. Kennedy. And, in the back of the room, one student had a sick looking grin on his face. Without anyone looking his way, he pointed at Ms. Kennedy and smiled.
"Seriously, Clark," said Chloe, "Do you think that her dress is appropriate for high school? Look how short that skirt is."
Clark looked and found he, reluctantly, had to agree. Her skirt was a tight miniskirt. But it wasn't that short when he came in, was it? Was it getting shorter?
Ms. Kennedy seemed to notice something strange was happening as well and tried to pull the skirt down, but to no avail. She stepped behind the front desk and continued to write on the board.
Suddenly there was a tearing sound and she spun around and looked down. Her skirt had litereally torn in two and she stood in just her panties, luckily unbeknowst to the class for the cover of the desk.
Except to Clark of course, who looked right through the desk when he heard the sound. A look of concern grew on his face and Chloe looked at him.
"What's wrong," she asked before she had to turn back to Ms. Kennedy.
Her blouse was getting tighter and she seemed to have trouble breathing. She fell over to the front of the desk and with a popping sound, the buttons on the blouse shot right off. Everyone in the room, Clark included, could only stare in wonder and she lifted herself up from the desk, standing in just her bra and panties.
She clutched at her breasts, which seemed to be much bigger than they ever had before. Now, they literally seemed to swell in her hands, causing the bra to snap. With tears in her eyes, Ms. Kennedy ran from the classrom.
In the back of the room, someone let out a sinister chuckle.
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