"... So class, to replace your old teacher, we have hired on Miss Ackart here. I am hoping you will get along just fine - I do NOT want her to come to me with any complaints about the class. Understood?".

"Yes, miss".

Watching the more elderly Principal command respect from the boys and girls in the class, Ms. Ackart - or Elicia as she allowed those who knew her to call her - could not help but envy her. She felt new and so very nervous. This would be the first time she taught a class all by herself - before she had merely been filling in as a Substitute Teacher. A pale-peach colored hand moved up to adjust her thin-framed, somewhat ovular glasses, green eyes looking over the students. Her blonde hair was done in a ponytail behind her, the bangs pulled out of the way of her face.

The Principal had finished up speaking to the class and walked out in that confident fashion that Ms. Ackart knew was thanks to years and years of experience at running a school. She made people respect her. As soon as the door was shut, Ms. Ackart turned to the class and gave a small smile, having high hopes for the class.

"Alright, I am Miss Ackart, as the Principal told you. I will be teaching you English. Now, the play we'll be working on is Hamlet" she started, turning to the board as she took a piece of chalk and began to write across the blackboard the name of the play. "Now, out of curiosity, has anyone read the play before?" she asked as she turned back to them. Unfortunately, disaster struck then and there.

"I've watched the Simpson's version - does that count?" a young boy spoke, chuckling to himself. Ms. Ackart was about to correct him, but, rather rudely, another boy cut in.

"Oh, I saw that last night! Fucking hilarious, right?" the boy remarked, garnering an agreeing nod with some of the others beside him.

"Allen! No swearing in class!" Ms. Ackart scolded, but the boy simply turned to her with his cheeky grin still on his face.

"Sorry miss, I swear I won't do it again" he replied, causing a couple of students around him to chuckle and giggle.

"Honestly..." Ms. Ackart spoke, shaking her head. The play on words did not amuse her at all. Sighing, she simply continued, turning to the board again to write down the next thing she was going to talk about. "Alright, anyway, in addition to Hamlet, we will also be reading a novel. I have chosen that our novel will be 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time-".

"Miss, could we not do Harry Potter instead?" a girl spoke up cheekily, earning a couple of chuckles from the others.

"No, I'm afraid no-"

"Oh miss, how about we do one of the Alex Rider books by Anthony Horowitz?" another student spoke up.

"I've already-"

"Miss, can we not just do something by Ross O Carrol Kelly?" another asked, to which Ms. Ackart sighed.

"No, we will not be-"

But it was too late. Each student, wanting to irritate their new teacher, chose to speak up, offering ludicrous suggestions that were not a part of the course she intended to follow. As people kept speaking, some spoke louder in order to be heard over others, causing others to speak louder in turn. Some simply laughed as they listened to the humorous jokes they made, the class eventually becoming a mix of chatter and giggling. Sighing, Ms. Ackart tried to drown it all out, a hand rubbing her temples. How was it she couldn't control them like this for even a moment? Surely she was more than a joke, wasn't she?

"Miss! I think we can all agree to reading Charlie and The Chocolate Factory" one student spoke up, to which she shook her head yet again.

"No, no, you're not listening. We're going to be reading Mark Haddon's 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time'" she explained. For a moment the whole class was finally silent again. As a boy at the back raised his hand however, Ms. Ackart smiled and nodded to him. "Yes?".

"But that book's booooring!". She felt like smacking her forehead.

"Have you read it?" she asked, out of sheer curiosity since he seemed to consider it boring. Her answer was hardly unsurprising.

"No".

"Then how do you know its boring? For all you know, it could be a really good read".

"Nah, its boring".

"But-".

"Nah".

She groaned, having gone beyond sighing. These kids were hopeless. No, they were irritating her, but they weren't hopeless, she reminded herself. Students weren't hopeless - every child could be taught. A teacher simply needed to find a good teaching method that suited them and class could go on normally with no complaints.

"Miss?" a student asked, some young red-haired girl in the second row. Motioning for her to continue, Ms. Ackart decided to let her speak and see what she had to ask. Unfortunately, a detonator had just been switched. "Miss, can we watch movies this year? You know, like movie studies?".

Having done English before, Ms. Ackart smiled. She had done movie studies in her own school when she was younger and it had gone fairly well - They'd watch a movie and write a review of it, no questions asked. Simple. Or at least, it was supposed to be simple. But the students had other things in mind.

"Can we watch The Dark Knight miss?" one student asked, and from there it was total chaos. People spoke up constantly, asking her questions all at once, giving suggestions of different movies that all of them seemed to love. But with all of them speaking at once, Ms. Ackart felt her ears flooded with gibberish, the volume of the noise escalating quickly once more. Ms. Ackart felt flustered, nervous. With all of these children speaking up at once, how was she to calm them down again? She tried speaking to them, but her request for silence went unheard. She tried louder, but they got louder still. The classroom felt crowded and cramped as she stood there behind the desk, intimidated, defeated. Groaning again, she tried to drown the sound out again, but everything was getting louder, louder...

"Alright! ENOUGH!!" came a bellowing howl, and all of the students were quickly silence, the sound deafening in an instant. The teacher stood behind the desk firmly, but with a difference - as she made her shout, her arms seemed to bulge outwards, her bicep muscles becoming as thick as tennis balls in an instant. Staring at the class through her glasses, she placed her hands on the table and spoke.

"Alright class, I am fully aware that I am a new teacher and it is my first day. However!" she spoke, grabbing their attention. "That does not mean that I am to be treated as a joke by you!" she exclaimed, and the students stared astonished as slowly, the bulge in her arms began to expand outwards. Slowly her shoulders began to grow broader, while her abdomen also grew thicker, dense with what looked to be pure muscle.

"Do you do this with all of your teachers? Hm? What about your principal? Last time I checked, you were all well behaved in front of her, so why not me?" she asked, her bosom now beginning to bulge outwards, her once modest A-cups growing into full, bouncy D-cups in mere moments. Her arm muscles had grown large enough that they were as thick as watermelons. "Do I seem weak? Easy to take advantage of? Am I some kind of prey or toy to you? Something to derive amusement from?".

The students all stared mind-boggled, unable to figure out how or why her body was growing so big and muscular. Her shoulders were now broad and strong, almost as wide as her desk. Her muscles had grown exponentially, having ballooned out from the slender arms they were initially, while her abdomen had a sturdy six-pack, seemingly solid enough to withstand a tank's ammunition. Stepping out from behind the desk, the group gasped as her skirt rode up most of her legs, which were as thick as tree trunks, now only covering her behind. Her breasts had expanded outwards into F-Cup territory, and along with her arms had burst out of the white dress shirt she wore, tearing it to shreds that now fell to the ground. All that was left of it on her acted as a makeshift bra for her immense bosom, although that too was strained. Her shoes, likewise, seemed to burst, the high-heels breaking and letting her heels touch the ground.

"Let me explain this to you all" she announced, and the class had a collective gulp as they looked towards her face while she adjusted her glasses. Green eyes stared down at them as her blonde hair burst from the ponytail, forming a long mane down her back. She had grown in height, growing rapidly to seven feet tall during the process. Her body was adorned with incredibly powerful muscles, which looked like they could shred the little remains of her clothes into miniscule pieces if she so much as flexed. One hand rested upon the top of the desk for a moment, but all were speechless as her little finger pushed down on the desk ever so lightly, and as a result caused the dense oak to fragment and break apart, cracks ripping through it in an instant and reducing the furniture to scraps of wood on the floor in a moment.

"I will not be messed with. Is that understood?" she asked, raising a brow. Her muscles twitched, giving all of them a silent threat. Nodding in fear, the class kept themselves quiet, deciding that shutting up and obeying the teacher was the single greatest choice they could make. With a smile, the teacher continued.

"Alright then, so we'll be reading 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time..." she spoke, smiling to herself. See? Students weren't hopeless - a teacher just needed a teaching method that worked.