The fate of all asses pertaining to unrestrained growth is for all things that try to contain them will eventually find themselves inadequate. Such was the fate of Adeline’s gloriously huge flabby backside.
Nobody could pretend that Adeline would somehow stop growing; she had even taken to snacking on the move now; which saved time in class for more snacking and napping. So as her consumption increased, so did the generous fat deposits that covered her form, resulting in her body breaking anything that tried to contain her.
Her skirt-buckle burst, rocketing across one of her classes. Her top became impossible to close at all times. The seams on her white undershirts ripped and frayed. Her three chairs needed to be replaced with specially reinforced ones, lest her huge body be brought crashing to the floor. And even the massive butter-yellow sweatpants Buttercombe provided could only be hiked partially up her ass, leaving copious amounts of backside cleavage on display.
But the biggest problem came one morning, while Adeline was waddling her way to class, stopping every so often to catch her breath and *refuel*herself with snacks. As she lumbered heavily towards the class room, she found the door cinching tightly around her hips. A jiggling of her wide hips saw her inch through, but then she halted once more; her massive ass was jammed in the door.
This surprisingly did not startle Ms Holloway, more annoy her. As now she was stuck with only a limited snack supply, her desk too far for her fat, bloated arms to reach. Swallowing her mouthful and a little pride, Adeline addressed the nearest student.
“You, *ommph* helph *gulp* me out” Adeline barked through another mouthful of food.
“I have a name you know?” the girl mumbled as she scraped her chair back. Adeline should have remembered her name, she was Spyke. Adeline had given her an earful on day 1 of her in class about how parents shouldn’t give their kids stupid names, then gave Spyke another earful on her appearance. Spyke was what most would consider a rocker, often wearing leather and mesh-based clothes on her free days, with spiked boots and spiked leather wristbands and a collar. In fact she still wore the wristbands and collar with her uniform, but hid them under the uniform’s high collar and cuffs whenever one of the sterner teachers turned up. She also had multiple ear and nose-rings, something Adeline had complained to Polluck about, which was met with a simple *let the girls express themselves* comment, angering the bottom-heavy teacher further. This wasn’t the only problem Adeline had with Spyke’s face, her hair was shaved bald apart from a tall red/black Mohawk and her eyelashes were heavily daubed with makeup.
Spyke was all too keen to help Adeline, she enjoyed flaunting her look in front of her, inviting scandal and trouble. But as Adeline had grown more and more food-obsessed, this had become more difficult, and Spyke enjoyed a challenge.
Standing in front of the tightly wedged teacher, Spyke rolled her sleeves up, careful to let Adeline see all of her tattoos, then grabbed hold of the teachers flabby arms and tugged. Spyke, while not as fat as most of the Buttercombe student-body, was still in nowhere near the shape to be pulling some tanker-sized woman through a tightly packed door. The sophomore had arrived to Buttercombe, like many others, rather thin, but had since begun to plump up, now sporting her own large backside and a heavy chest.
Exhausted by her efforts, Spyke gestured to another girl to come over; then another after the two of them still failed to yank their obese tutor through the gap. Once three girls were heaving and sweating to pull the blob of a teacher, Adeline eventually fell through with a pop, her gelatinous ass rippling and wobbling with the sudden release from its wooden prison.
Collapsing into her three chairs, Adeline instantly began to rummage through her draws, desperate to find some way of replenishing the energy she had burned wriggling in the doorframe.
Spyke looked on at the frantic teacher, she had not even given her tattoos one look, what else could she get away with?
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