Mix and Match 2 Round 1

Why had Jen ever thought she could be a teacher?  

Life as a Yeng employee had been so much easier. There were no spoiled whiny students to cater to, no bitchy washed up gym coaches to deal with, and no headmistresses breathing down her back. These people really understood her, and what she wanted to do with her life.
 
"So how's life in Buttercombe?" Jen asked the room, an especially heavy snort conveying her displeasure as she rolled her eyes to the absent audience.

Jen Walker had been given a headset a few weeks into her job so that she might be able to better balance her professional life and her personal one—as well as test out a new product. So far it had been a life saver. With her hands free, Jen was still able to push buttons and sample products without the strain of cradling it between her shoulder and her chins. As she talked, Jen's sausage fingers clacked through a glass bowl of M&M's. She raised a pinch of them over her head and dropped them into her awaiting maw.

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about..." Her sister Sarah said quietly over the phone, "Do you... have any job openings at that Yang Corp place? This place is getting kinda ridiculous..."

Jen fidgeted with whatever weight she could reach of her great girthy gut. She rolled an exposed belly fold in her meaty hands contemplatively as the calorie-clogged cogs in her brain struggled to spin. Working with her sister again? That didn't work out so well last time...

"I don't know Sare Bear..." Jen trailed, her jowls rippling with the exertion it took for her to speak, "They're pretty serious about their candidates. I can't just go recommending people... even if they are my sister..."

Jennifer didn't want to hear Sarah's response before she dug back into the bowl of candy. A few stray chocolates slipped from her thick unweildy fingers and rolled into the vast canyon created by her cleavage. They rolled down the slope of her gut, and fell out of reach, which had been reduced to little further than an arm's length. While she chewed, Jennifer made slow, breathy moans of satisfaction. She smacked her lips, Her idle fiddling with her fat became more sensual as her fingers spread and she put her palm into it, right over the flank.  

"Pleeeease Jenny Benny?" Sarah's voice got high and desperate, "The way you talk about your job... I'd love to do what you do! Polluck's sister is unbearable, Jenny... she won't even let me use the snack machine between classes!"

"I'll talk to Ms. Fukuda about it." Jennifer Walker said with a smarmy smile, her fat cheeks dimpling in her own amusement, "In the mean time, keep your head up. I'm sure something as fulfilling as my job will come along..."








Was it weird for her to have Mexican maids?

Like, all things said and done, Maria was sure her husband hadn’t hired them because they were Mexican. She would have been more comfortable knowing that Gregory had hired them because he liked his women spicy than if he had hired them because they were cheap. At the end of the day it was only a slight discomfort--the only one that came to mind recently--but it was still a talk that she was going to have to have with her husband.

“Would you like more lemonade, Miss Maria?”

“Yes, please..” Maria said as gracefully as she could manage, turning her head to watch the salty liquid fill the cup around the cubes of ice that hadn’t quite melted yet, “Thank you, Gloria.”

Maria lifted one billowing brown arm and took the glass between her thick fingers. She tilted it over her head. Madre de dios it was hot. She had almost forgotten why she had moved away from Arizona in the first place. Sure it was nice to see her family again, and it was great that she and Gregory had reconnected, but even sitting in the air conditioned living room of her three-story house, Maria couldn’t help but feel like she was burning up!

“Aye...” she panted, slumping further down into the couch and slipping her thumbs into the hem of her pajama bottoms, “Muy incómodo...”

Maria wriggled the hem of her lounge pants down, down, down until the lower of her many tummy tiers was fully exposed. It was no easy feat, undressing herself like that. As the big brown blob of cinnamon-colored corpulence had grown awkward and unwieldy, it had gotten just as difficult to traverse its great circumference. Her arms weren’t getting any longer just because the rest of her was getting so much bigger

“Gloria?” Maria called out from her seat on the couch, “Gloria could you turn down the heat?”

“Right away Miss Maria!” Gloria said in her thick accent.

Immediately, the vent directly above the L-shaped sofa that Maria had claimed for herself that morning when her husband left for work began to purr. Cool air flitted downwards with such a force that her long black hair rustled in the breeze. It felt good, especially since everything out west was so much hotter than it used to be...

Or rather, she was just a lot fatter than she used to be when she lived out here.

“Gloriaaaa?” Maria called out again over the blare of the television, her swaddling chins bunching against her neck, “You wouldn’t happen to have lunch ready... would you?”

“Miss Carmen is cooking it right now.” the older hispanic woman said with a smile as she fluffed Maria’s pillow, “It should be ready in just a few minutes.”

“Good...” Maria huffed...

Okay, maybe it wasn’t so bad having Mexican maids. At least they knew what kinds of food she liked. And they didn’t judge her for getting so fat after marriage...








Culinary Arts--right there, Art is right there in the title!

Which was why no one was surprised, least of all Megan herself, that she had taken so swimmingly to her new position as the Intro to Culinary Arts instructor. After Jenny Walker left there just wasn’t anyone else with enough free time to take it over! But there were only three classes a day, and Megan told herself that she could take on an extra period for the sake of helping out Ms. Polluck. She talked Viola Faust into taking over her music courses and... well, she’d never looked back!

See, the problem with Jen was that she never gave anything her full attention. She was always coasting through life, stumbling from one thing to the next. Nuh-uh, that wasn’t how Megan rolled. Five years of teaching had taught her that, no matter what, she always had to be one-hundred and fifty percent focused on whatever she was teaching. After all, if she wasn’t, how could she ever expect her students to improve?

“Mmm... good cake this time, Helga.” Ms. Porter licked the fork clean, pink frosting dotting the corners of her lips, “Next time make it more fluffy. Like... soft. It’s a lot sweeter but I think the consistency could be better.”

The chubby sophomore said her thanks and left the cake with her instructor. It had been a silly rule--one that Jenny had grandfathered in during the upspike of exactly the kind of behavior that got her fired--but Megan wasn’t too adverse to it. All those sweet treats were just gonna sit there anyway? Why shouldn’t she get to eat them?

The chair groaned underneath Megan’s massiveness, her curly blonde hair pulled back into a big yellow ponytail of steel wool so her grazing could go unimpeded. Her cheeks bulged with dough and sugar, colorful frosting painting her lips. She sweated, choking down cake at an alarming rate.

“Mmm~ these brownies are just divine...” Megan cooed in an especially breathy voice as she scarfed down brick after brick of dark rich chocolate, “I... I think maybe they’d go great with... mm...”

While her students watched, increasingly unnerved, Megan eagerly scooped the brownies into the leftover frosting from Helga’s cake. She took a bite, and then sharply inhaled--her hooters swelling to the size of basketballs as she relished in her sinful savoring of the decadent treat she’d concocted for herself. Her great girth gurgled appreciatively.

Ms. Porter’s turtleneck sweater cut deeply into the folds of her face. She was completely without a neck, and her round face being exposed only served to make her look that much rounder. It wasn’t like they fit her anymore anyway--there wasn’t a time when someone hadn’t seen her belly from the side. At least her apron covered it up...

“Who’s next?” Megan cried out greedily, her mouth wet with anticipation...

Suffice it to say, Megan Porter had been a good fit for the precedent that Jennifer Walker had set before she left...