It should come as a shock to absolutely nobody that Ms. Underwood and Ms. Polluck were now so large, so unequivocally fat, that the only place on campus grounds that could hold them both had to hold them both.
There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it—Ms. Underwood and Ms. Polluck were going to be roommates for the foreseeable future.
Given the sheer amount of money that had gone into making Ms. Underwood's cabin hospitable, it only served to reason that the academy got its money's worth. It was the organization paying for these two behemoths to stuff themselves day in and day out. Why shouldn't they have been rooming in the same cabin?
"Oh... I swear, I'm going to get dreadfully tired of that drive every day..."
Cassie could imagine that getting paraded around the campus on what was essentially a flatbed steered by a golf cart and driven by someone from the personal squad of maids that had to be hired out to take care of you could get tiring. Much less the idea of getting lowered down from said flat bed and walked into the cabin.
Thankfully, it was only going to be every other day. The two of them had it worked out to where they would each be on campus at opposing days, ensuring that someone knew how to tend to the various goings-on around the academy. And ensuring that someone would pretty much always be home, where Cassie could work her magic on them.
It was literally the only way that both of them could be happy here. Cassie tried not to think too hard about the logistics of it.
Especially because one day, just maybe, she'd be able to make it work where they were in the same cabin all day. Then she'd never have to leave, and she'd be able to get as many handfuls of heavy lady heft as she wanted without having to hoof it all the way across campus!
"Did she already have her dinner tonight, Cassie?" Ms. Polluck sniffed as she settled into a bariatric bed that had been worked into the back bedroom, "I'm not eating with her, you know."
"Trust me, Sister Polluck, I don't think anyone would be prepared if you two decided to chow down at the same time." Cassie couldn't help but laugh, "But no, she hasn't - that's why there was a box of groceries in the front seat of the golf cart."
"...I just thought that they had finally remembered my snacks." the petulant, puddling pile of woman said with a half-shrug of her enormous shoulders, "Well... whatever. Hop to it then, honey."
If Cassie hadn't agreed to hop to it, it was likely that very little hopping would have happened at all in this cabin.
The group of servants that had been hired out to help Ms. Underwood and Ms. Polluck were suitably worn out after having dealt with them for the better part of three months now. It felt like Cassie was the only one who could keep the two of them in any semblance of good humor, and even she failed most of the time. Luckily, she liked her job.
No, she loved her job.
And getting to further pamper and spoil the biggest blonde belugas this side of the Appalachian mountains was the most reward that a girl like her could ever have asked for.
"CASSIEEEE!"
"Coming, Sister Underwood!"
Cassie had to hold back the skip in her step as she flitted back into Mia's bedroom. A veritable mountain of woman already being served by the crew, she somehow looked unsatisfied. Not that anyone (other than Cassie) could see how.
"Sister Cassie... would you mind..." the older woman squirmed slightly, "Showing these people how it's done? I don't think that they understand that I'm a delicate flower who needs to be fed gently."
"Of course, Sister!"
Cassie was practically frothing at the mouth. Getting to hand-feed two of the biggest women she'd ever seen in her life was one of the many perks that came with her job, and she wasn't about to let a bunch of glorified interns do it for her. She fluttered towards the massive pile of breast, belly, and arm that was the humongous hippie laid out on the bed waiting for her, until she heard a very distinctive voice call from clear across to the other side of the cabin.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO FEED HER ARE YOU?!"
The way that Ms. Underwood's expression switched from pathetic to ornery, you would have thought that she Ms. Polluck had called her a bitch from the comfort of her own guest room. Which, she may as well have.
"YES, IT'S MY TURN TO GET DINNER WITH CASSIE."
"WE DID NOT DISCUSS THAT." the other voice shouted, "THERE IS NOTHING IN THE CONTRACT THAT I HAD MY LAWYERS DRAW UP THAT DICTATES ANYTHING ABOUT—"
"BLOW IT OUT YOUR HOLE, YOU WHALE."
To say that Cassie wasn't exactly torn up about getting fought over like a child of divorce would have been an understatement. These two women loved to have her around. It was such a shame that they couldn't see just how much that they had in common. They might have actually enjoyed one another's company if they didn't wind up fighting all the time over their favorite former student. Or, failing that, over who would get this much of what portion of each entree.
Yup, the two of them certainly had a lot in common. More and more each day, it felt like. And Cassie couldn't help but feel like she had something to do with the fact that the two of them were becoming more and more similar every day...
"CASSIE, SWEETIE, WHY DON'T YOU COME BACK INTO MY ROOM WHERE THE COMPANY IS CIVILIZED."
"Honestly, I'm getting so tired of hearing her day in and day out." Ms. Underwood groaned, "You know she hasn't said two words to me before you started working with us, Sister."
"I don't doubt it." Cassie chuckled, "But at the same time... don't you think it might be nice to have someone to talk to about... you know..."
"About what?"
If Ms. Underwood could have put a hand on her hip, she would have. Instead, her blonde eyebrow piqued dangerously as she dared Cassie to finish that train of thought. All the while, she struggled to hand-feed herself items being brought to her by the red polo'd strike team necessary to keep her in something of a semblance of "fed".
"Nevermind, Sister Underwood." Cassie smiled, "I'm going to go check on her, okay?"
"W-Wait..." Ms. Underwood's mood did a complete one-eighty, "Don't you, um..."
She struggled to brush whatever she could of the vast stomach that hung out in front of her, pinning her down to the bed in all of her immensity. It was a ploy at getting Cassie's attention, for sure. And honestly... it had worked.
"Don't you want to stay a little longer?"
"Well... I don't see why not..."
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