This choice: we discuss the pros and cons. I mean, I don't want ANYONE to be the loser here." • Go Back...Chapter #33Everyone's a Winner—Especially Ms. Polluck by: Bobo the Hobo   In hindsight, it should have been obvious that this was the easiest answer—not only because it was the best way to ensure that both women got what they really wanted, but because the logistics of actually getting them to lose any weight would have been more unfeasible than it proved to be just to keep them contented.
And given how unfeasible it was to keep these two whales contented, that was really, really saying something.
Honestly, it hadn't gone over as well as Cassie had hoped that it would. At least, not at first. Her endless coddling wasn't the sole reason for these overfed egos on those two overfed hippos, but it had certainly paved the way for them to feel like each of them deserved to have a full-time servant who was dedicated solely to them. Performing either of their jobs (for how much they actually did anything around campus these days) would have been absolutely impossible without the assistance of someone else in the first place. It may as well have been Cassie.
And so, like all good, rational adults who don't think with their stomachs first, their pride second, and then waaaay down the list with the rational parts of their food-addled brains, Mia Underwood and Ms. Polluck eventually agreed to a compromise.
Everybody was going to wind up a winner here, if Cassie had anything to say about it—especially Cassie!
***
Coming back to Buttercombe Academy even after she'd graduated had been the best decision that she'd ever made.
Getting to prolong her high school year was something that she felt that she needed. Especially since she barely went to class any of her senior year. Given how crazy things had gotten then, was it really that shocking?
The official story (ie, the one that they had sold her parents on) was that working at Buttercombe Academy worked towards transferrable college credits that would put her on the fast track to success when she decided to go in for her Education degree. Somehow or another, it would transfer into practicum credits and field work; though more than likely, it would only count {i]if she decided to go to Stuffington University. Which, with all that the year purportedly had in store for her, she may never do. Nevermind the fact that she actually wasn't doing that much work with the teen students that waddled throughout the halls. Pretty much all of her time was going to be dedicated to serving the two most important women in her life, Mia Underwood and Shannon Polluck, and all on the school's dime.
But again, if her parents asked, she was getting college credit. That was {i]very important to her cover story. And the reason why she probably wasn't going to come home for Christmas this year.
It was only a temporary fix, of course! Sister Underwood had told her that, as soon as she and Sister Polluck got a team that was capable of keeping up with them, she'd be off on her own to spread her wings and fly away into the cruel skies of college.
Personally, Cassie was hoping that they never managed to wrangle up anyone like that.
Because in the meantime, she was free to do as she pleased as far as her life on campus was concerned. And what pleased her most was flitting between either of the enormous blonde women that claimed to rule the proverbial roost.
"Thank God you're finally here." Ms. Polluck gasped, "These girls are idiots Cassie."
"Oh no!" the supersenior said with a put-on voice, "Tell me, Sister Polluck, what have they done?"
The large woman harrumphed, jowls jiggling incredulously as she wriggled impotently on the large bed that housed her enormous carriage. Her fat-caked arms would have crossed, had she been able to make them meet. Instead, she just sort of grabbed at handfuls of her incredible amounts of side roll in gruff anger. The squeaking bedframe beneath her told Cassie that there was some movement going on underneath all of that, but she wasn't quite sure where. Her former headmistress, current employer, was effectively pinned down by her stomach folds alone!
"They expect me to wait for lunch—They didn't have any snacks prepared for me just in case I got hungry (which I often do - it should be so obvious!) and they actually let somebody inside my office to see me without asking! I could have been adjusting, or in the middle of a snack (if they weren't so incompetent!) and they just let someone waltz inside! It's amazing how much you seem to be able to do when three people can't manage to—"
Clearly, Ms. Polluck had become accustomed to Cassie's expert reservoir of skills.
"Well don't you worry, Sister Polluck, I'll be here to make sure that everything goes smoothly from now on."
With the way that she spoke, you would have thought that she was talking to a child. Or at the very least, one of her peers that she felt comfortable enough to condescend to. Someone her junior. Certainly not someone so many years her senior, and definitely not someone as incredibly vast as the headmistress was.
"I don't know how I ever got on without you, Cassie."
The smaller woman reached out for a tentative pet on the great creamy expanse that was her boss's fleshy gut, so heavy that even Cassie sloshing it affectionately just barely jostled the thing.
"Honestly, neither do I." she said with a little giggle...
Snapping her fingers to get the attention of Ms. Polluck's half of the staff dedicated to tending to the largest women in Buttercombe Academy's history, Cassie soon went to work whipping them into shape. She couldn't afford to spend all of her time tending to her former headmistress, unfortunately. After all...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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