Mix and Match Results Round 4

So the whole teaching thing wasn't really Jen's speed.

It was a thankless job with a flooded market that didn't pay well. There were lots of rules and regulations that she had to follow, and there was so much work involved; even after she was technically done for the day. Things like grading papers, preparing tests, and thinking up ways to go over her subject matter (not even French, what she asked to teach!) without boring her bratty students to tears? Jen had decided right after her first job at good old PS 118 that she would be having absolutely none of that nonsense.

Let Sarah do the teaching—let her go all the way up to Butterbutt Academy or wherever. Jen had better ways to work off her student loans!

Besides, working here at Gordge? She probably made her old rate and a half once she cleared internship!

Not to mention all the perks of working in an office environment...

As Jen wiggled her greedy little fingers, she couldn't help but lick her full pink lips. Staring at her were thirteen donuts, glossed and glazed to perfection. As they caught the glow of the flourescent breakroom lighting, Jennifer's piggy eyes glimmered hopefully. She lowered one ivory pointer finger into the first hole, curled it into a hook, and reeled it in...

"Enjoying the donuts?"

A sudden voice startled her, causing the blimping brunette to whip around with the speed of a woman half her size. Looped around two fingers and one in her palm, Jen had been caught holding three donuts. Well over the limit one-per-employee cap.

"I thought these things were going just a little too quickly."

The woman standing in the doorway was one of similar taste to Jennifer Walker—a round, overindulged office drone. She was particularly belly-heavy, and had curly brown hair. She wore a smile as she sauntered into the breakroom, leaving Jen staring at her like a deer in headlights.

"Omigawd I thought you were Ms. Jenna." Jennifer breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she recognized her coworker Melissa, "Don't scare me like that!"

"Well you probably deserve it! You know I thought Vicky was the one taking the donuts all this time?" Melissa plucked one from the box and leaned her heft against the counter, "That's a bad newbie, Jen-not-Jenna."

"Pleeeease don't tell anybody." Jenny whimpered, "I-I just got this job, I don't want to get in trouble..."

Melissa snorted, her double chin bunching up as she munched on her donuts. It definitely wouldn't have been unheard of for their boss to threaten someone for stealing snacks, but termination? That would have been some serious overkill; especially after all the work everyone had done to get Jen-not-Jenna acclimated to the office lifestyle. The office welcome party, letting her go out to lunch with them, showing her how to get doubles from the vending machine... they'd already broken her in and everything! She was even starting to get a cute little office body—cute little tummy bulge, tightening skirt; she was getting the whole Gordge experience!

"Alright, newbie, but you've gotta knock this off." Melissa said sternly, "Next time it won't be me who catches you, it'll be Courtney. And she'll sit on a bitch."

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou." Jen exhaled, taking a relieved bite of her first (of three) donuts, "I promise, after this no more. It's just... you never really realize how hooked you get on that midday sugar high, y'know?"

"Oh trust me, sweetie we all know what it's like." Melissa pat the top of her gut for emphasis, "But if you want to keep that girlish figure of yours, you might want to stop stealing all our snacks."

"Pssh." Jen rolled her eyes and placed one of her donuts on a napkin so as to pour herself a cup of coffee

"I'm serious sweetie; there's only room for one Jenna in this office. You keep this up, we're gonna have to start greasing you up at the doorways!" Melissa poked her underling's bulging belly for emphasis, causing her to recoil, "I mean, you're already named pretty similarly."

"As if!" Jennifer scoffed at the idea, "I'd never get that big."

"Sure you won't sweetie." Melissa smiled. She'd seen it a hundred times. And sure enough, as she slid her donut within Jennifer's reach, the latest willing victim to the lazy office lifestyle happily scooped it up by accident without missing a beat, "Sure you won't..."





It wasn't hard to see how Mel Carlyle became... well, Mel Carlyle.

She had been a Buttercombe Academy graduate, placing solely on her performance in the classroom. While she had attended classes, Mel was actively involved in several groups around campus and accrued quite the social standing amongst her classmates. She was popular, funny, smart, and was especially good at making new friends. She was outgoing and passionate, and never let the little things hold her back.

When she announced to her parents that she would be staying home and attending classes online, they were a little disappointed. Jan and Jack Carlyle had long dreamt of her going to an illustrious school like Stuffington U or Abercrombie State, but they were eventually contented in that at least Mel was going to college. And if Mel wanted to do online college, there wouldn't be much hope of talking her out of it anyway. They had always maintained that a strong family needed to support each other no matter what.

And Jan Carlyle had always said that a strong family started at the dinnertable.

"Girls!" came a warm, motherly tone that bounced throughout the house, "Lunch is ready!"

The hearty smell of a home-cooked meal filled the kitchen; the oven's warmth making that whole side of the house feel warm and toasty. Jan Carlyle stood bent over the oven, pulling a tray of biscuits out from inside it.

Within seconds, the house was alive with the thunder of footsteps as the came bounding down the hall. A blonde pudgeball, the younger Carlyle daughter, had whipped herself into the living room as soon as she'd heard her mother's voice. Alice had been smelling lunch cooking for what felt like forever—her poor tummy had been crying out since breakfast!

"About time!" Alice whined, plopping down in her seat, taking a deep breath "What took you so long, Mom?"

Jan wiped the sweat from her brow, a big smile on her face. She'd always enjoyed making meals for her family; a fact which reflected in their figures. All of the Carlyles—she, her husband, and her daughters—were particularly heavyset people. Out of all of them though, none of them was quite as heavyset as...

"I'll... say..." came the heavy huffing and puffing of the bigger Carlyle, "Jeezus did you...friggin kill the cow...?"

Entering the kitchen belly-first was her eldest daughter Mel; finally awake after her post-breakfast siesta. She had been sleeping in the living room on their couch ever since she'd finished off the pancakes, but apparently she'd woken up once she'd heard the magic words "lunch is ready"

Ever since Summer had started and Mel had graduated, she'd gotten... well, she'd gotten pretty lazy. But that was okay, right? It was nice to have both of her daughters home at one time. Mel spent entire semesters over at that Buttercombe Academy, so having them both at home for the first time since Christmas really brought back old memories. It made Jan feel... almost like a Mom again. Not that she wasn't a mom always but...

Okay, so maybe she was spoiling Mel a little.

Cooking all her favorites, letting her lay around all day, not making her get dressed...

But it was for the best, right? Her daughter had just graduated from one of the most prestigious prep schools in America. She was probably more than a little tired! She deserved to have a little treat!

Of course, maybe she should be cutting back on the actual treats...

Mel had always been a little heavy; ever since she was a kid. But lately, especially this Summer, things were getting... a little out of hand.

Jan was sure that Mel had never had three chins before. And she distinctly remembered that old Hillary Heart shirt covering a lot more of her belly than it did. In fact, Mel used to be able to fit pretty comfortably in two chairs. But now... well, suffice it to say that the Carlyle kiester kept its proportion, even at Mel's (apparently) growing size.

Swaying her arms for momentum, the bigger sister sauntered into the kitchen and plopped herself down into two groaning chairs. Her belly swayed with the awkward motions of her body, her legs kicking outward to accomodate her jiggling generousness. Her fat face grew red as she huffed and puffed, finally exhaling gratefully as a sheen of sweat covered her forehead.

"Is that any way to talk to your loving, caring, doting mother?" Jan chastized her daughter lightly as she placed the first (of many) plates in front of her, "Who cooks for you, washes your clothes, and lets you stay here rent free?"

"Love you too, Mom." Mel snorted as she dug into her plate.

This was nice.

Just the three of them.

Pretty soon Alice would go off to Buttercombe, and Mel would surely get a job after a few months being all cooped up in the house. But for now? This was nice.

So what if she was spoiling them a little?

That's what good mothers did.





Life at Buttercombe Academy wasn't all bad.

Well, it started out pretty bad ("Hey, surprise, we're moving across the country, let's drop you in a prep school while we settle in!") but it got better, little by little every year. Sure it was awkward as hell going home on Christmases and Summers and she wasn't going back to her old house in Texas, but Dakota was... almost beginning to feel like she had a little place carved out for herself. It was hard, considering she felt like she was getting pulled back and forth, but she managed. Somehow.

Her sessions with Ms. Underwood had helped. Find her center, home was where she made it, so on and so forth. At first she had barely been able to make it a week without blathering her whole life story to anyone that would listen. But little by little, with Ms. Underwood's help, she slowly became more comfortable in an entirely new setting.

Eventually her counselling sessions went to every other day, to weekly, and eventually down to monthly! Pretty soon, Dakota was just down to seeing Ms. Underwood whenever she needed to talk or felt particularly homesick. By her Junior year, Dakota and the humongous hippie had become quite close. They often didn't need a reason to meet; Dakota could freely approach her guidance counsellor without fear of judgement or malcontent. About... anything, really.

"Ms. Underwood, I'm fat."

Not an untrue statement—if uncouthly phrased. Over the years, Dakota had steadily swelled into a bottom-heavy Texas bell-bottom and thensome. Her ridiculous badonkadonk was the source of much amusement from some of the meaner-spirited girls in her (and most) classes, as was the particularly amusing 'spread' of her bodyweight. Never had even Mia seen a girl so plump be so... slight in the chest department.

"What? Noooo..." Mia's jowls quivered as she spoke, snacking heartily from her bag of butterscotch candies, "Sister Johnson, why would you ever say that? Don't you know that negativity like that only breeds body-shaming and hate?"

Mia Underwood was not an accurate judge on what fat was. Being one of the heavier staff members herself, she had something of a skewed perception on the matter.

"But I am!" Dakota whined, her chubby cheeks pink with frustration, "I used to be so skinny in middle school! But now I'm just this... big, hippy... tub of lard!"

"Dakota please!" the big hippie tub of lard plead, "You're hardly in any shape to worry about your weight. You're a growing woman, with her entire life ahead of her; what's a little puppy fat? It'll melt away before you know it!"

Dakota's "puppy fat" had been largely accrued through long nights spent lazing around in her dorm room, texting her friends back in Texas and grazing on junk food with her various roommates. Her epic meals in the cafeteria certainly hadn't helped either, nor had her propensity for comfort eating.

All this had leant her a plump figure, barely constrained by the confines of her uniform. Last year's butter-yellow blazer cut deeply into the rolls that her fat created, and one could clearly see the cartoonish swell of her big ol' badonk as it pooled beneath the plaid skirt. Even her socks cut deeply into her fat calves. Heck, her shoes looked tight.

"Ugh... you're right." Dakota sniffled, "I shouldn't let that stupid bitch get to me."

"Hm?" Mia purred inquisitively, "Go on?"

"Well, I was at home this Summer, and I ran into this... transient." Dakota rolled her hand as she searched her head, finding that a dutifully-offered butterscotch candy helped jog her vocabulary, "And she just... I don't know. She called me a whole bunch of names. It's... been bugging me ever since."

"Oh? And who was this hateful sister?" Mia curled one blonde eyebrow

"Ugh. Piper Black." Dakota curled her nostril distastefully, "My Mom says she's like... a street punk or something. I don't know."

"Well you just forget all about Piper Black." Mia pat her friend on the hand, "You've got a big year ahead of you, and you can't afford to let the, uh... 'haters' get to you. Right?"

"Yeah." Dakota chuckled, her double chin jiggling, "You're right."

Daven's Port was a cowtown anyway.