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"Sure, Ellen!" You said, snickering at the fact that the younger classmates couldn't keep their eyes off of her.

"Great, now I won't have to look like the tall loner when I go in." Ellen reached her hand out to you to help you up, and nearly yanked you up with surprising ****.

"Oops, sorry Doug. Gosh, you weigh literally nothing!" Her accent fell hard every other words, causing you to snicker.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up. C'mon, we're going to be late."

Rushing down the hall, you both managed to make it into class right before your teacher began the lesson. Ms. Galano, a newer teacher, dimmed the lights and turned on the projector.

"Now, class. We have an experiment today that is going to involve the use of strong acids, that may or may not stain and dissolve your clothing. Girls, that does not give you free reign to throw it on the boys." A few snickers and whispers were quickly met by your teachers' raised voice.

"I'm serious, this stuff can be pretty severe if there's a spillage." The class quickly quieted down; Ms. Galano, although new, had that thousand-yard stare that pierced the whole room. Rather well-built for a biology teacher, she looked like she belonged coaching the wrestling or rugby team at school, but she dressed very well for her stature. A tight shirt and what seemed like poorly fit yoga pants accentuated all of her muscles and curves, and drew attention to the massive bulge that she had in her pants. As you looked at her, you realized her tall height made it easy for that kind of attention to be drawn to her snake, but also in allowing her to peer down at the rest of the students, making sure no one was out of line.

"Right, you're partnering up in groups of two. You can choose who you'd like for this experiment, but the end is graded, so make sure you're with someone you trust."

Ellen chuckled, before looking at you jokingly. "Oh shit, I'm screwed."

You rolled your eyes and took the beakers and flasks from under the table.

"Right, do you want me to ask for instructions in Swedish, then?"

As you both laughed it off, you began working through the lab, adding the different multi-colored chemicals to various flasks, and writing down the reactions that occurred. At one point, Ms. Galano asked for the attention of the class, and Ellen, not paying attention to where she left her pencil, knocked a flask over. A small amount of liquid poured over the counter and onto your jeans, causing you to yelp when an audible *tssss* sound came from a spot on your pants.

"Oh, shit! Ms. Galano, I spilled some on Doug!"

Your teacher rushed over and looked at the spillage. "Oh, it's not that bad. Doug, there's a few spare pairs of track pants in the biology equipment room, go see if any can fit you."

As you got up, Ellen laughed again. "Guess you were the one that was screwed, right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just keep doing the lab. I'll be back in a second."

You walked out of the room and down the hall a few doors, to a closet labeled 'equipment room'. Inside, there was a mess of all sorts of science stuff, labeled and unlabeled boxes, and shelves filled with paperwork. As you searched the room, you saw a box labeled 'pants' at the top shelf in the equipment room. As you tried to reach, you realized you weren't tall enough, so you began stacking things in an attempt to get the box. After a few tries, you fell back onto your ass and yelled.

"Fuck!"

You looked down at your jeans; the hole Ellen had made seemed to be sizzling outwards, tearing away at more of the fabric. Panicking, you took off your jeans. Now, sitting in the supply closet with your underwear, you heard a knock at the door. As you went to see who it was, you were greeted by...