Jen went from class to class, the day being mostly uneventful—a few lies here and there about late homework, unfinished work, and texting in class bringing her leg count to 90. She was in no way, however, prepared for the class in which her test would be taken.
The students shuffled in, one after the other, the mind-bogglingly long human train that is Jen taking well over a minute to fully enter the classroom. She curled up in her usual spot, tucking her phone under one of her legs, so as not to be seen by the teacher. Having not studied for this quiz, she wasn't going to pass it without cheating.
The teacher came around, passing everyone a test. Pencils scratched paper, fingers scratched heads; the entire room was tense in thought. That is, until Jen's phone rang, causing her to drop it out onto the floor, revealing her texted notes. "Oh.. oh, no.." Jen trailed off, beet red.
"JENNIFER SMITH!" her teacher bellowed, angrily. "Why is your phone out?!"
"I, well, I, uh—it just slipped out of my, uh, pocket! I wasn't cheating!"
"You weren't cheating? Then why are there notes open on your phone, Miss Smith?"
"Well, I, uh, they must have opened when it fell! I don't even know why those are there!" She felt the 30 pairs of eyes from her classmates on her.
"Well, I think, while your phone is out, you should call your parents. Or, maybe I should? To inform them of your detention, after all."
"Not another one!"
"An-another detention? Have you already one?"
"Well, I, no, ma'am! Not at all! No detentions here!"
"Yes, well, I'll be calling your parents. What are their numbers?"
"Well, my mom's work phone is 123-456-7891, and dad's is 234-567-8910. Her cellphone is 111-111-1111, and his is 222-222-2222."
"Very well, well, I'll be trying those." She called all four, becoming increasingly angry that Jennifer would give her fake numbers. The class giggled to themselves, partially for Jennifer's sake.
"What are their real numbers, young lady?" Jen proceeded to panic, blurting out four more fake numbers. She then apologized, saying her real ones. None picked up, and the teacher was far too tired to deal with voicemail, so she just instructed Jennifer to accept her detention later this week, and a 0 on the quiz. Jen sighed, dreading explaining this to her parents.
Soon enough, the quiz was back under way, Jen needing to get out as she felt her body tingle.
"Uh, Miss Anderson, may I be excused?"
"You most certainly may not!"
"It's—it's an emergency!"
"Well, alright, off you go. Don't bother coming back, however."
Jen left, and just in time. She felt a shiver down her extended spine as she looked back, her body growing again. She could barely see her own ass now, yet she was strangely unperturbed by her expanding train of a body...
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Jen now has 177 pairs of legs, stretching 176 feet behind her.