Miss Fox gets Foxed Two teachers sat in the faculty lounge eating their lunches when the topic of Mr

Miss Fox gets Foxed Two teachers sat in the faculty lounge eating their lunches when the topic of Mr. Billadeau came up.“So… Mr. Billadeau’s still hasn’t got back from vacation, guess they must have brought in some poor temp to fill in.”“Yeah I guess. Hopefully she fares better than the last one.” The woman mad a tut tut sound of disapproval. “Billadeau’s class is particularly poorly behaved, and we still haven’t heard back from the last sub.”“I heard she left when someone let a wild animal loose in the class, we had to call animal control to remove it before it tore the place up.”“I heard they found her clothes in the classroom and she left her car in the employee parking.”“There is always something weird going on in that classroom…” The older man stared down at his sandwich and frowned. “Hopefully Miss Fox has a better time of it.”“Hopefully Billadeau gets back soon…”——————The bell rang as the clock struck 2pm and the children fled out of the classroom like it was a burning building. A frustrated and frazzled Miss Fox called out the homework details and as the children disappeared and she couldn’t help but to slump down into the desk chair as the final one left. She had only been working for the school for a short time, but Billadeau’s classroom had her rethinking her career choices. Willful, sarcastic, distracted, those were the nice things she could think of to describe the class, other things were more… colorful. Miss Fox let out a deep sigh and straightened up in her seat, she was almost as eager to leave as the children had been. As she collected her belongings she noticed a apple on her desk that she swore had not been there a moment before, and for a brief moment a smile crossed her face, was there some student who actually left her a gift? Then her scowl returned as she realized it must be some prank. Miss Fox ignored the apple and went back to organizing her things, but a growling rumble in her stomach reminded her that she had forgotten to eat any lunch. Hesitantly she picked up the apple and looked it over, it looked innocent enough. She poked at it and held it to the light, eventually splitting it in half with a letter opener Mr. Billadeau kept in his desk. The inside was… normal, almost suspiciously so, but the gnawing hunger only grew at the scent of the ripe fruit and Miss Fox eventually caved and took a small bite.As soon as the chuck of moist apple was swallowed she felt it, a lurching rush and tingling heat that almost sparked electrically. The feeling ran up and down her body and she was paralyzed for a moment as her body stiffened. Something was wrong, something was wrong with that apple. She had heard the tales of this class, of the shenanigans that went on, but she doubted that the children would go as far as too poison her. The static charged waves on energy that washed over her body and filled her with an inner heat akin to lava, made her question this belief though.Miss fox fell from her chair and crawled across the floor, loosing her heels as the struggled to stand. Leaning over a child’s desk she tore at her clothing, the fabric was so tight, so hot, it was driving her mad to be confined by the clothes. Her shirt was soon a pile of tatters on the floor, and Miss Fox’s chest heaved as she breathed heavy ragged breaths, her eyes darting around the room as they softened from a dark brown to a light orange in color.Miss Fox gripped the desk tightly enough to make her knuckles white and she let out a whining growl as hair grew from her neck down her back, her strawberry blonde hair turning a more true orange as the short hairs grew into a layer of fur. As the fur spread to the small of her back the bones in her lower back cracked and popped. Her tailbone lifted and changed position pushing outward into a small bump, then a short nub, and longer still until it was a short hairless tail. Her ears had changed shape and now were poking out of the hair high up on her head, they flattened back as her tail surged in size, hair growing in until it reached a full and bushy state.Miss Fox collapsed to the floor, gasping and panting. She gripped her chest and let out a howl as the pressure in her chest centered and formed a second pair of breasts that grew in size with her top pair until both were a hefty cup size. The now redheaded substitute crawled toward the door, away from the apparently cursed apple and scrambled to her feet as she duck out into the hall and toward the parking lot.When the other teachers saw Miss Fox’s car peel out of the parking lot they suspected something had gone wrong, but all they found in the classroom was a half eaten apple, a torn shirt, and Miss Fox’s papers strewn across the room.————————-“Looks like we lost another one.” Said the female teacherThe older male walked out of the room, muttering “eugh… Billadeau’s classroom… it’s almost like it’s cursed.” The female teacher grabbed the untouched apple half on the desk and took a large bite. Swallowing she replied “It’s… certainly unique… whoa… does it feel weirdly hot in here or is just me?” -- source link

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