As the group of chubby conspirators jogged about the gymnasium, they made sure to sneak in a few bits of conversation here and there about how the plan was going.
'She didn't even notice when we got Sarah to dump that powder in!' said Monique, proud of their accomplishment. 'Yeah, but we've still got to *huff* keep up this 'active and attentive' act up so she starts getting complacent.' piped up Hester, chugging along behind the group. 'Probably helps that I snuck a basket of booze onto her porch. Don't even ask.' replied Lauren, her large frame struggling to keep up. The girls broke their meeting so as not to gather attention from Knight. They continued a process of reconvening and breaking up every five or so minutes until the jogging portion of class was over.
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Ashley's stomach growled rather loudly as she started addressing her plump students. Despite the embarassment, she attempted to soldier on with the audible groans growing ever louder. As soon as she set the kids onto their jumping jacks, she put Ms. Farron in charge and stepped out to find something to satisfy the moans of her belly. The hell, she thought, I had breakfast and that apple, and the only thing she drank was her water thermos. Ashley just chalked it up to a fluctuating metabolism, blissfully unaware of her students' plot. She stopped in front of the vending machine and bit her lip. It was all-too tempting to just shove a wrinkly fiver in and grab a bag or two of Lays. But all that salt and grease and other fattening things within a single chip... She decided to bite the bullet and bought three bags of chips, justifying it as a little reward. Still, after eating that apple, she couldn't help but feel a bit more sluggish and slow...
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The conspiring classmates let out stifled giggles at their once very active teacher sitting on her ass, stuffing her face with chips. It was dual proof that the powder's effects were taking hold, and that Ash was none the wiser.
'Alright, we're going to be *munch* doing some exercises for the upcoming *chew* physical. I'm expecting you all to be at your best and willing to drop that flab!'
The girls attempted to prevent them selves from erupting into laughter at the irony, imagining a morbidly obese Ms. Knight, trying to put on her workout clothes, attempting to fit into the gym's doors being hindered a cartoonishly large rear, and bending the metal seats of the bleachers in the outside football to the mold of her derriere.
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