Biology! That’s what it was! You aren’t exactly doing the best in that class and neither are your friends. Reaching your destination, you enter the classroom through a tiny sized door and walk through the back. Your biology classroom looks like any other classroom only giant sized. A lab with chemical vials, pitchers, and other equipment are all arranged near the back. For tiny students like yourself, you have the option to either sit on desks near the railway or sit on a desk with a larger student. Biology was one of the few classes on campus with this option but you still prefer to sit with your friends instead. You make your way towards the back and see one of them, Rina, in her usual spot chatting with Rose and April.
Your friend Rina has medium length hair with a blonde color with a plump figure. Her choice of clothing is unbuttoned flannel with a shirt that shows off some cleavage and a lot more of her doughy belly than hangs over her waist. Nylon pants hug her thick thighs and chunky behind.
Wearing a basic shirt along with some stretched out stretch pants is Rose with her short, orange, shaggy hair that went just past her cheeks. She appears to be laughing at something that April said.
Lastly, you see April with her long brown hair behind her back giving a short giggle along with whatever she said to Rose. April’s choice of clothing is quite casual, a zip up hoodie that is partially unzipped to allow some “breathing room” for her chest.
As you’re moving down the railway Rina notices you and greets you. “Oh there you are dude, thought you were gonna be late!”
“Yeah, wouldn’t want you to miss what today’s big catastrophe will be!” April jokes.
She brings out her platform sized hand next to the railway and you hop on quickly. Your ride brings you onto her desk and under the gaze of three gigantic nekos.
“Sorry my head has been acting funny today, I kinda forgot I was supposed to be in biology...” you try to explain.
“Well I don’t blame you for forgetting, I’d do anything to forget about this class. I can’t remember the last time I actually got a decent grade in here...” Rose mutters hopelessly.
The door to the classroom opens and Ms. Bell’s curvy figure strolls in swiftly. A pair of rectangular glasses sits right on top of her slender nose. Her shirt is a bit strained from the size of her bust and her pants are in the same condition. Hazel colored ears stand on her head along with equally hazel colored hair that flows past her shoulders. Placing her stuff on her desk, she addresses the class with a flick of her tail.
“Ah, good morning everyone! Now I know last week’s accident was a mess both physically and metaphorically but you should all be happy to know that I’m going to try something different today.”
The accident that your teacher was referring to was an incident where students were mixing chemicals to create molecules commonly found in organisms. Unfortunately a nasty spill from a loose container had covered a few students in the sticky mess and stuck them together like glue. You had unfortunately been hit with some of the liquid and ended up being stuck against the bottom of Rose’s pants. All in all, you have to admit it wasn’t as bad when compared to the other accidents that have wrecked havoc not just in her class but also the entire school.
“So, to switch things up a little for you today I’d like for you all to start on an...”
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