Varie was an athlete and had never had to worry about portion control. She smiled as the pudgy Ms. Cashlin, the new teacher, who, while obviously smart, seemed a bit TOO anxious to please the class, turned her head, her white cheek creasing into a double chin. Quickly she reached over the table for a second cookie, and snatched it. Quickly she wolfed it down. It wasn't, to her, "sneaking" a cookie at all--there really was nothing dishonest about it--it was just "cute." Others in the class laughed at her as she chewed and swallowed the cookie very quickly. Ms. Cashlin heard the class's laughter, and looked at the girl, briefly. There seemed to be a gleam of displeasure in her eye, but she could hardly call Varie on it. Varie was young and beautiful--that perfect combination of cute, hot and athletic, and Cashlin, being older (no matter how she disguised it with dark make-up), was a bit of a blob. It wouldn't do for an overweight teacher to scold a star athlete for taking another cookie. How many cookies had Cashlin herself already eaten before coming to class? She had to know everyone in the class would be wondering that if she were to so much as shoot Varie a reproving glance. Varie relished the lingering taste of the chocolate as the thing slid down her throat. Cashlin looked like she was about to say something, but wisely held her tongue, and got on with the lesson. And that, Varie thought, was the last she would hear on that.
But as the bell rang, Varie felt her teacher's pudgy hand resting on her shoulder. "Varie, I need to see you after class."
Varie played the part of the dumb, ponytailed blonde. "What is it, Cash--uh, Miss Cashlin?"
Cashlin walked behind her and shut the door. Then--to Varie's surprise--locked it. She began to feel a little anxious.
"Did you like my cookies today, Varie?" began Cashlin. Varie decided to beat her to the punch. How neurotic, to be angry about an extra cookie, she thought. This teacher was a real control freak.
"I liked them a LOT," answered Varie. "In fact, I liked them so much, I had two."
Cashlin laughed, and brushed her black hair from her face. "Well, you get points for being honest," she said. "But you know better than to steal. I really have a thing about stealing, whether cookies or recipes or whatever."
Oh please, thought Varie. She's just mad because there's one less extra cookie there to stretch that black skirt of hers.
"Are we done now?" asked Varie. "I need to get to practice!"
"We'll be done when you've learned not to take things that don't belong to you!" snapped Cashlin.
Varie wasn't afraid now. She was angry. It made her afraid when she knew she was in the wrong--but this teacher was crazy and miserable, and she was taking it out on her! "You fat old miserable pig!" she yelled back. "You talk about 'greedy,' but you only wanted to be able to gorge yourself on one more cookie. Unlock this door and let me out!"
Instead of erupting with rage (as Varie expected), Cashlin laughed. "So I'm a pig, am I? And miserable?"
Varie nodded uncertainly.
"Well, you know, Varie, there might be something to that." She reached in her pocket and pulled out a strange device. "But misery loves company."
With lightning speed, Cashlin put Varie (athletic though she was) in an armlock. Pulling up Varie's Varsity shirt, she held the device against her toned abs. "Hold still."
"What in the"--began Varie--then--"Ooowww!" The device contained a hidden needle that injected Varie with..something...right on her stomach, which she instinctively placed a hand over. She could feel the toned abs against her hand, but she couldn't feel her hand. Her stomach was numb, and the numbness began to radiate out toward her chest, head, arms and legs.
"What the hell was that?" She managed to stutter, as she fell to the floor.
"The numbness will pass," said Cashlin. "And I've just made a first recruit. Here, have another cookie. It'll help."
"Forget it," said Varie. "HELP!" she shouted, realizing she couldn't get out. Heeeeelllll--mmmfff!"
Varie's cry was interrupted by 200 calories of chocolatey goodness. She began to spit it out, back at Cashlin, but then she realized how good it tasted. Even better than before.
"Do you like that, you little piggy?" asked Cashlin. "Do you like how good that cookie feels in your gullet?"
Varie knew she was being called a pig by a fat woman, but somehow she didn't care. The cookie really was amazing. Then, she realized, she felt an odd pressure about her midsection.
She looked down, and to her horror, she saw her sweatpants beginning to ride over a surplus of pink flesh. "I"--she began--then to her FURTHER horror, overcome with emotion--she snorted.
"What--oink--is--oink-oink--hap-hap-grunt--happening to me?"
As she snorted, she began to fall on her hands and knees. She felt her belly--yes, it was a belly by now--hang down, together with her ripening boobs, and--what was this--two other strange globes of fat beginning to form like fruit underneath her. Handling them, she realized they were an extra set of breasts. She felt her face with her hands, and realized she was developing a double chin--but what was worse, her nose had widened to twice its size. Her ears were getting floppy and pointed as well.
The once proud athlete stood as best she could on--well, she could only call them haunches now--and tried to waddle out of the room, sending Cashlin into a laughing fit. "What-oink-are you-oink-DOING-oink-oink-grunt--to me?" Varie screamed as best she could and ran falteringly--sometimes on haunches, sometimes on her hands (which now only possessed three fingers each) to the door.
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