This choice: Ashley Knight gives in and turns into a total butterball. • Go Back...Chapter #22Assistant Ashley: How Long and How Big? by: Bobo the Hobo   'Hey Tiff, check this out.' A tall brunette with a slight potbelly nudged her fat friend in the flank, 'Brought some Doritos for Coach Farron to 'confiscate'.'
The Buddha-bellied blonde chuckled as she swat her friend's had away, 'Oh Rocky, you're so bad.' She laughed, 'You really think that's enough?'
'No, that's why I used up every quarter I had to buy every bag in the machine.' Rocky winked slyly to her friend, 'that fat bitch is gonna pay for making us run all those laps.'
It was a common misconception in all of Coach Farron's Physical Education classes that any and all food ripped from any of her student's greedy little grabbers went straight into Ms. Farron herself, as no matter the genus it was never seen again. Due to her burgeoning figure, this wasn't so much a misconception as much as a false lead. As while Courtney Farron did continue to expand in girth, hardly in any shape to be giving fitness lessons to her students, it was for this reason in and of itself that she did not eat the plundered snacks'God knows how much weight she would have gained if she had.
And there was another idea entirely floating around most of her classes that painted Courtney as an unreasonable tyrant. In truth, most of her students were just so spoiled that they could hardly imagine not doing whatever crossed their little minds. So, as a form of retribution, a lot of her students tended to act out and spread word of her 'cruelty' about campus. This meant bringing ipods, openly texting, and above all (in a place like Buttercombe Academy) snacking. Junk food of all kinds was brought in every class period of every day of every week, and Coach Farron had quite the nose for sniffing out food. She would take it back into the gymnasium and remerge as if nothing had happened before forcing the guilty party pathetically waddled their way around the track.
Little did any of the girls realize that the hardly-seen and rumored assistant that tended to stay inside had much more to do with the disposal of their foods than they could have ever imagined'
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Reduced to something of a legend amongst a few group of students who were so unlucky to have her, Ashley Knight was mostly forgotten throughout the student body. It had been quite some time since she had held an official teaching position, still trying to work off the flak she had garnered after that little spat. She agreed not to sue for breaking her leg if Ms. Polluck agreed not to fire her or charge her for the VIP suite but her career was wrecked. Still, her career had been ruined. It was only Ms. Polluck who could erase such a terrible mark on her record'
And so she had stayed much longer than anticipated, accidentally falling far deeper into her new role as 'Assistant Coach' than she could have ever realized.
Courtney was very efficient at her job (much more than Ashley had ever been), so 'Assistant Coach Knight' was largely just an auxiliary staff member. She didn't do much of anything on any given day, no paperwork no lesson plans, just do whatever Ms. Farron told her to' begrudgingly, but still.
And what Coach Farron (UGH!!) largely told her to do was, of course, to 'dispose' of those snacks.
Initially Courtney had meant to simply throw them away, and it wasn't until about two weeks into the job that she realized that her former boss was in fact eating everything in sight. She almost corrected her a few times, but realized that it was probably for the best. It gave her something to do and Courtney less to worry about. With less temptation around, the less of Courtney there seemed to go around as well. So she just let Ashley do her own thing, and that tended to involve eating herself sick.
'Hey Ms. Knight, got some more confiscates for you.' Courtney said exasperatedly as she hefted a familiar backpack onto her subordinate's desk, 'Can you believe Rhodes bought a whole backpack full of Doritos? I mean, who does that?'
Courtney unzipped the bag and picked up a tiny red package before tossing it to her assistant, 'I mean, I guess it doesn't beat last year when Lauren Grant snuck in a whole pound cake.' She shrugged her meaty shoulders, 'You'll take care of these for me, right?'
"Do I have a fuckin' choice?" Ashley responded, sitting in at...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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