Finding little else to do during her phantom class hour, Rebecca was hit with a sudden inspired thought. She'd just cleared out the beverage vending machine thanks to its extra dispensing behavior. Would it at all be possible for the snack machine do exhibit the same glitch?
Checking over what cash she currently had, Rebecca began the arduous process of raising herself from her seat. So soon after a bloat she preferred to relax, letting things settle into place before she could move. Wincing a bit, her waterlogged middle sloshed to and fro as she took ginger steps back out to the short hallway. Although the reason that her current class was non existent still eluded her, Rebecca was thankful for the lack of observers. She felt like she had stumbled upon a great secret. As much as Rebecca could waste money for stupid reasons (like her notorious mobile gaming habit) she always went overboard whenever she saw a good deal.
Approaching the twin vending machine to the depleted beverage vendor, Rebecca skimmed over the contents the remaining unit had to offer. Mostly snack cakes, candy bars, chips and other go-to's for quick snacking. She tried to remember if there was any special button sequence or part of the machine she had to pound for the extra vending, until she remembered there was no trick to it outside of making a selection as normal.
Humming a B-flat as she made a B2 selection, Rebecca watched with anticipation....and yes! Two honey buns for the price of one! Unfortunately for a woman of her height and current problems with keeping a stable center of gravity, Rebecca fell forward with a less than dignified 'welp!' as her limbs attempted to brace herself. The impact left her gut shaking very much like the water balloon it resembled, sending a sharp pain to the bladder and kidneys.
"Honestly," Rebecca was frustrated and embarrassed with herself, more than thankful she wasn't teaching. What would the girls think of her in such a state. She was about to stand up when, realizing the proportions of herself and the dimensions of the machine, she just might be able to stay kneeling on the floor and keep making selections. She splayed her knees apart, bloated belly resting between as she kept her back straight, finding a good position for one hand to work the money and button selection while the other could grab treats.
With giddy anticipation Rebecca found that the snack machine had the same random glitches as its predecessor. Buns and snack cakes came out two at a time while some of the candy bars, long narrow things that jiggled about in the rotating wire helix, would slip right through when dispensing that selection so she could end up with three or four at a time. And with her remaining pocket money, provided she keep recycling the change, she would No Doubt be able to clear out this machine as well. As in one of her favorite bands, she'd gotten to meet Gwen Stefani once.
Rebecca had been far to excited with her multiplied vending haul to pay attention to how many items she was letting clog up the retrieval vent. When she went to press the door in to grab her snacks she found it didn't want to budge. No! Here she was, a musical genius, yet often an idiot whenever common sense would apply. Regretting that she hadn't been paying attention Rebecca found herself suddenly desperate to access her snack haul.
"No! Come on, if I only...reach..." she pushed against the flap, barely swinging it micrometers further at a time. Why did they have to be designed to swing in? Obviously to deter theft, without the notion of 'extra dispensed' theft almost making the regular security measure a moot point. Much to her chagrin Rebecca had to add extra oomph to her pushing, hearing her chips crumble and the buns turn into mush as she tried to wedge the panel in far enough to retrieve a snack.
"Yes!" she emerged triumphant with a crushed candy bar, just enough give to bring out the other casualties of poor vending choices. Well, she wasn't going to do that ever again, as she surveyed the pile of treats, the majority of it damaged.