Relaxing in her reinforced chair, her plush rump providing extra comfort, Jocelyn reveled in the pre-term quiet. It was the first day of a new year, and unless someone seriously injured themselves, she basically had the morning off. But rather than join her fellow staff in the main dining hall for the welcome feast, the hefty nurse sequestered herself in her office, preferring the peace and quiet.
Jocelyn wiggled in her chair, finding a slightly more comfortable position as her plump sausage fingers retrieved a candy bar from her desk-top and brought it up to her lips. She had her sister send them via post; Jocelyn tried to avoid eating local, she knew that the Yeng stuff was terrifyingly addictive; after all she not only worked for Yeng but got to see its effects first hand.
She had seen lithe freshmen slink through her door at the beginning of the year, only to struggle with the frame before even reaching their senior one. Not that she really cared all that much; if Yeng wanted to create a school full of obese students that was its call; so long as Jocelyn got paid she didn’t mind. She wasn’t a cruel person mind; just ambivalent to their weight-based problems.
Being an especially large woman herself, Jocelyn had struggled with her excess girth as a child, but the marvels of modern medicine and technology that these kids had access to made being fat much less of a chore. They could take being a bit plump.
That was why Jocelyn was not all that keen on getting too much bigger. She knew Yeng well enough that if she got large enough, it wouldn’t just put her job at risk, but it might also make her a perfect Yeng test-subject. The absolutely colossal behemoths she had to deal with, once they got big enough they were pretty much sequestered in their rooms all day, their limited mobility and extreme size putting Yeng tech to the test. Jocelyn was not a fan of ending up like that herself.
Nevertheless, Jocelyn was a big girl, and big girls gotta eat.
But as the second bar of chocolate passed her dark brown lips, her pager began to buzz, sending ripples across her supple swollen middle. Grunting like a sow in heat, the porcine woman pressed her chubby arm between the limited space between her flabby flank and the arm of her chair, retrieving the long-suffering pager.
Flipping it to the screen, she saw a message from…
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