Jafit gingerly baby-stepped to the bathroom, still with crust in her eyes and undigested food in her belly. This was going to be an interesting day.
This bathroom and by extension all the bathrooms in Buttercombe's faculty housing were recently remodeled with much bigger people in mind. The tub was large and wide, the shower head powerful and extendable, and the toilet strongly built. There were handrails placed around the larger-than-normal room, presumably meant for the school's multiple handicapped teachers. None of this surprised Jafit, the school clearly had an obesity problem, which the administration was more than happy to accommodate. In her earliest year teaching there, she had seen many a public bathroom out of order because some student got herself stuck in a stall or a teacher somehow managed to break a porcelain throne with her bulk. These embarrassing displays happen rarely now: everything had been made much, much more accessible.
Jafit brushed her teeth and subsequently stripped down, pulling her shirt and underwear off and plopping them to the floor. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Before this moment, despite having the body of a fertility goddess, Jafit had never seen herself as a sexual being. Don't get me wrong, she'd had many a partner in the past, but she never truly realized how desirable she was. Then, for the first time, looking in that overly large bathroom mirror, she got it. Like the supplement she drank last night flipped a switch in her brain, she touched her brownish skin delicately, rubbing her hand across her torso to her hips. She cupped her huge breasts in her hands, pushing them up and squishing them together. She turned around and admired her booty, giving it a squeeze and a hearty slap. She bit her lip. God, did she actually just turn herself on? She hurried into the shower for some more experimentation.
After a long, hot, steamy shower, Jafit emerged a new woman. Well, not really, but she felt like it. Her self-confidence was brimming like never before. She felt she could conquer the day with her curves, get any man or woman to bow down to her. She felt immensely powerful and... hungry? To her surprise, her stomach's size had receded quite a bit. It was still bigger than normal, but it was certainly much smaller than it was this morning. Oh well. Must have just been morning bloating. She draped herself in her towel and started on her way to her room to dry her hair when she noticed the scale. Jafit hadn't weighed herself in a couple weeks, so she figured then would be as good a time as any to go ahead. When she stepped on, however, it read a number she wasn't exactly expecting: 199 pounds. That can't be right, she thought to herself. Sure enough, after stepping off and stepping back on again, the scale still read 199. She was just 190 two weeks ago! This had to be some kind of mistake. It was no secret to Jafit that she had been steadily packing it on as of late; when she started working at Buttercombe she was around a relatively small 140. But that was 5 years ago! There was no way she gained 9 pounds in two weeks. No way. Either way, she wasn't beaten up about it. No little weight gain was going to ruin the cloud that Jafit was up on, not today.
Still toweled up and her short hair freshly dried, Jafit crammed her butt between the arms of her office chair at her desk in her bedroom, ready to check some emails. She opened her laptop and saw that among the usual clutter and account notifications was a message from...
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