Rebecca sighed even more deeply, hands clapping out a solid rhythm as she drummed the length of her body. The slight protuberance of her belly making a dull thwacking sound. Easing herself up she returned to stoop under the doorframe. Again the hall of the academy was empty, classes with actual attending students underway.
Although something else caught Rebecca’s attention. The low murmur and glow of a pair of vending machines. She had forgotten the pair was right by her classroom. Seeing as she had a mysteriously absent class Rebecca could do with a drink.
Skipping the snack vendor for now Rebecca marveled at the glass fronted beverage machine, a model not commonly seen. Not only did it have bottles of soda it also contained juice, teas, fruit smoothies and those vitamin water things that had gotten popular. All haphazardly stocked, as there were varying numbers of each drink and a few empty slots.
Rebecca fished out her wallet, indecisive about what to drink. “Hmm, grape juice? Mountain Dew? Oh, blackberry kiwi smoothie.” She punched in selection E2 after inputting a dollar, surprised to see a vending machine at Buttercombe take regular cash since most had the card readers for resident accounts.
Two blackberry kiwi smoothies fell out.
Rebecca was taken aback. Had she hit the button too many times? Her double purchase was followed by a rattle of change, indicating that the machine believed she had only made one purchase. Tongue poking out her right cheek, Rebecca fished out more money and tested a new selection.
That garnered her three raspberry teas.
Rebecca grinned with childish glee. This was a fortuitous find! Using the rest of the ready change Rebecca pulled in a haul of a few other beverage options, each incorrectly dispensed with an extra item or two. Something about the rattling racks the help the merchandise always brought along another bottle. Rebecca slung off her shawl into a makeshift bag as she brought along her bonus drinks into her empty classroom.
Rebecca Voll-Spillum had something of a secret. Not only was she a premire musical intellect she was, as aforementioned, very tall. Her rapid growth during her teenage years had left her with a healthy appetite. She did stay slender, that is at reasonable weight for her exaggerated frame, although with a bit of soft patting to some of her curves. Her stomach was quite large and stretchy, meaning she could put away more food than others would think even given her size. Several years ago when Rebecca was fifteen her mother, Francine, had made sure that the music prodigy had been given a personal trainer when she was enrolled in graduate school. It may have curbed Rebecca’s weight but that didn’t stop her from overtaxing her belly in other ways.
Maybe it was boredom, maybe it was something to calm nerves, or maybe it was originally a mild act of rebellion Rebecca found she could get away with. Whatever it was it became Rebecca’s favorite and fun filled guilty pleasure, drinking as much as humanly possible. Remember that the said human in question was an outlier to common female proportions and the lingering effects of her bloats had been noticed by some of her other students.
Seated back at her desk, Rebecca finished a long draught as she finished one of the fruit smoothie things in one gulp. She gasped in a pleasing fashion, the emptied bottle tossed in the vague direction of the recycling can. Rebecca had been drinking heartily and several more minutes into her unusually abandoned music class she had almost spent the first haul of her purchase from the incorrectly vending machine. Or rather maybe it was the perfect vending machine!
“Another!” Rebecca said, slamming an emptied bottle on the floor where it bounced. Unlike that one scene in the first Thor movie where the banished demigod had smashed his beer mug in a New Mexico bar, forgetting that he was not in Asgardian valhalla. She had a private giggle with that, although she considered that she was now down to her remaining two Sunny D like juices; heavy on the orange coloring, not heavy on the actual fruit juice.
Rebecca shifted her weight from foot to foot in contemplation, causing her chair to squeak and her middle to slosh back and forth. Volumetric contents mixing together and causing her belly to jiggle yet not quite satisfying to the music prodigy turned teacher with unusual talents/interests. Rebecca stretched, bringing twin creaks from her chair fluid filled belly, before raiding her purse for more change and going back to the miraculous vending machine.
And clearing it out. Well, wouldn’t you? It was so scantily filled with merchandise by this point, letting Rebecca save her dollars by clearing out more bottles to the point the circular racks continued to turn even with the last beverage in the line dispensed. Hopefully it would be refilled before Rebecca’s classes ended this week, for if this phantom class of hers continued to not attend Rebecca would want to have her newfound favorite entertainment at arm’s length. Err, at fifteen paces away from the Music Theory door.
The (Voll) Spillum swelling tradition had continued all throughout Rebecca’s life. She may have evening been a poor influence on her sister Pauline -- Paul, sorry -- who to the knowing eye still looked to indulge in the bloating binges on occasion. Rebecca, however, when she had been signed onto the touring orchestra found it a much harder thing to hide. You were never fully alone in a full ensemble touring orchestra, what with practices and concerts bringing about literally hundreds and thousands (if not millions) of people that you were the center of attention of. Yet when Rebecca wasn’t a part of the orchestral approved methods of relaxation she could only distress from quaffing, although that brought about new stress of trying to keep her habit secret. Often when it was late at night or Rebecca was otherwise alone, her drinking like a horse these brief times she was alone and then lying through her teeth about the after effects. No, nothing’s wrong, nothing bigger, that’s just an optical illusion. Sense of scaling and that. Also, let the conductor know I’ll be back in ten minutes after I go to the bathroom.
It was hard keeping these binges hidden from the scrutiny of legions. Particularly to Rebecca’s once abject horror that the performance gown didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially with the alterations to provide plenty of length for the first viola chair giant. Such as after one time well Rebecca had poorly chosen to have a ‘cafe crawl’ right before a concert. And a bunch of Austrian fans had congratulated her on the pregnancy.
Mmm, eventually it got to be too much in the orchestra. Well, that and for other undisclosed reasons...Hence Rebecca had taken the opportunity to teach at the illustrious Buttercombe Academy.
Although should someone had visited the single occupancy Music Theory room, roughly three quarters the way through Rebecca’s intended class, they would be forgiven for thinking that the woman inside was pregnant. *hic*
“*urp* Ooh that’s,” Rebecca belched after swallowing her last liquid treasure. “Haven’t let myself *glorp* go that far in ages.” *hic*
Her seat craned back as far as the chair could muster, Rebecca’s formerly sorta seen gut had ballooned considerably. The effect was much like that of a woman smack dab in the middle of her pregnancy, halfway through the second trimester. At the outward most part of the swollen stomach Rebecca’s outie belly button poked out through the thin fabric of her shirt. Rebecca favored comfortable and flowing clothing since she had taken up yoga. Not that she was a master at it or anything but her wardrobe was mostly stretchy clothes that did little to caution her with restraint from getting tight on her belly. That was on top of the generous waist measurements that were presumed necessary for women of Rebecca’s height, her own waist being slimmer. Obviously not right now.
Rebecca stared at an empty coke bottle, regretting that she had finished every last drop of that vending machine. Not actual, oh god I’m huge physical regret, more that it had to come to an end. Even though she could feel her belly smarting. Each of her deep breaths caused her jiggle middle to positively ripple from the swell of its contents.
The music prodigy and sometimes human water balloon hoped that whoever’s job it was to restock the vending machines didn’t repair the machine of its bonus buy dispensing. Although she was feeling quite gassy at the moment, as air bubbles worked their way up from her fluid logged belly.
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