Phew, it had been a long first day back at Buttercombe.
After her meeting with Dr Hinamizawa, Jafit had had three more classes across various age groups which, in turn, had mostly all produced specimen dishes that required taste testing and grading. As such, the Mediterranean beauty was looking somewhat more stuffed than she had that morning and was in dire need of some comfort.
Kicking open the door to her luxurious teachers apartment, Jafit wiggled elegantly into her onsite home kicking off her work heels just inside the door as she did. Padding through her living room in bare tanned feet, the Spaniard unbuttoned her overburdened tailored shirt which, between the immense pressure of her boobs and the added exertion of an overtaxed, previously flat, stomach, practically burst open from the front first. The sudden release of pressure felt like a rush of fresh air into Jafit's lungs and she moaned happily to herself.
Upon reaching her bedroom, Jafit shrugged off her shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor and exposing her entire upper body in all its tanned, enormously chested glory. Stood before a full length mirror the skirt was dropped next, exposing the rest of her immensely proportioned body which required stretching the waistband further to accommodate the release of the hourglass shaped chef's wide hips and even wider bum. Whilst bent down, the Spaniard glimpsed a familiar peek of the steel reenforcements forming a part of her super king sized bed. Before moving to Buttercombe, Jafit had never even imagined such a large bed never mind requiring it to be given additional support to such a high degree. She did, however, suspect it was standard in a place like Buttercombe with all these Americans. After one last glance in her mirror to observe the contrast between he olive skin and the light blue of her matching underwear set, she turned on her heels, causing a sizeable wobble in both her chest and arse as she did, grabbing a bed top for the evening as she did and strutted back into her living room.
As she walked, Jafit slid into her short sleeved tshirt which stretched impressively over her chest but, as such, did not reach her hips leaving a slither of tanned stomach exposed to the room. This did not bother the buxom chef, however, as her attentions were elsewhere, focusing on snapping the clasp on her bra and pulling the sizeable undergarment out from under her top, tossing it to one side. Finally free for the evening, her large breasts plopped heavily against her and wobbled in sync with each step she took as she beelined for her expansive sofa to get comfy for the night.
Upon reaching the large seating piece, Jafit dropped herself from her full stood height into a curled seating position to increase the enjoyment from the soft comfy sofa beneath her bum. As she landed, Jafit was made aware of the familiar sensation of her sizeable padded rear end spreading beneath her from the impact of sitting and the amount of weight pressing down into her seat. Although oblivious to the specific appeals of her physique, having lived with it for so long now, the well proportioned chef was not oblivious to her softness which she did enjoy a great deal. In particular she was fond of her general thickness and the way that her clothes reacted to her size. This did make her smile as she turned on her tv.
After a while of channel hopping to minimal success, Jafit felt the need to do something else with the rest of her evening. It did cross her mind to explore her annual welcome bundle but, despite the sheer size and allure of its contents, that wasn't quite what she wanted. Scanning the apartment, her big brown eyes eventually locked on the box that Dr Hinamizawa had given her. Slender feet first, Jafit slid from her seated position and skipped toward the box, voluptuous assets bouncing uncontrollably as she did. Leaning forward, braless boobs nearly filling the box before she could get her hands in, Jafit examined the contents of the box, finding piles and piles of sachets of powder. With her delicate hands, she grabbed one from near the top and examined it. The package was clear and had no clear instructions on the packet as to what to do.
"Interesante" muttered the Spaniard as she looked a bit more, finding a hand written note within the box...
'Just add to food or drink of any sort and mix thoroughly to activate'
Having spoken to Hinamizawa, Jafit was convinced this product was greatly important and, as a chef, it was only right to test it first before subjecting anyone else to it, her dad had taught her that as she grew up. Shrugging, Jafit padded into the kitchen, and, after having to hook a wedgie out from between her bulbous cheeks, grabbed a large glass from within a cupboard. She knew she wasn't hungry after all the taste testing she had done that day but a drink would hit the spot just right. With little thought the curvy chef poured herself a glass of milk from the fridge and examined the sachet of powder again. No information on doseage, no extensive explanation of how to use it. Just mix until dissolved.
Throwing caution to the wind, Jafit tore the top off of the packet and, with a table spoon, dumped three large heaped spoons of powder into her glass.
Most of the powder dissolved instantly but Jafit mixed vigorously for good measure before tapping the edge of the glass and discarding the spoon into the automatic dishwasher. Most of the appliances were extremely user friendly or completely self sufficient, another perk of being a part of the Yeng corporation machine that ran Buttercombe these days.
Tentatively, Jafit sniffed her now mixed concoction and was nearly knocked backwards. It still smelt of milk except it was something...more. It was the creamiest and sweetest milk the chef had ever had the pleasure of sniffing. With a childish smile she took a small sip and moaned softly. It was as delicious as it smelled, if not more so and she scurried back to her seat, bouncing all the way but not spilling a drop even as she heavily landed back on the sofa.
Jafit had not intended to inhale the glass full but before she knew it she was hungrily licking her lips and peering through the bottom of the glass. Along with the intense flavour dancing on her tongue and down her throat, a warmth seemed to build in the Spaniards stomach which she longingly caressed through her night shirt. Oddly, she could swear the same warmth was spreading in her chest, hips and bum but she couldn't be sure as her mind wandered in enjoyment.
Thoroughly content, Jafit settled in to watching tv as her yearning for food subsided after a single glass of milk. Little did she know that reactions within her body were already at work that she couldn't dream of understanding.
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