Adeline sighed. "640 pounds," she admitted to herself. The stupendously supine soon-to-be supervisor shuffled slowly to a bench near the trash bin where she had deposited her funnel cake wrapper. Each quaking footstep was slow and laborious, her thighs jiggling nonstop even though her massive legs were barely moving. Adeline's supple hips and thickened legs were close to being fattened past practicality, the fact that she could move at all a testament to the many pounds of muscle that must have been hidden somewhere under the many, many, many more pounds of soft, heavy fat. Still, muscle or no, the sheer amount of weight poor Adeline had to carry on her overburdened frame meant that the titanic teacher could no longer move any faster than an awkward, slightly brisk waddle that left her winded after just a few minutes.
However, Adeline could rarely be spurred to expend even this much energy unless food was the incentive; even now as she waddled over to the bench it was a slow, exhausting journey that found the porcine proctor swinging her legs in wide, ambling arcs that caused each gigantic, gelatinous, jiggling ass cheek to quake vigorously in her jet-black leggings. She paused to pull her leggings up for a moment. The skintight fabric left nothing to the imangination, she knew, but it was just about impossible to find bottoms her size anymore! Stretchy fabrics were the way to go, if Adeline bothered with pants at all. She had begun to favor dresses because of the way they hung from her hips instead of hugging them, letting her forget sometimes how stupendously wide they were when compared to her still impressively fat, wobbly waist.
A few more shuffling steps and Adeline had arrived at her salvation. Tired and panting, sweet Adeline turned around (which was also becoming a Herculean task in its own right) and angled herself over the sturdy enough looking bench, silently reassuring herself that not all furniture was as "flimsy" as Buttercombe's.
Adeline scoffed. Another thing she would not miss about Buttercombe was how they clearly only purchased the most fragile, shoddily built chairs, bleachers and even hardwood flooring. That had OBVIOUSLY been the only reason she'd needed two reinforced armless desk chairs, one for each ass cheek (before upgrading to a personal bench, that is) and how she had earned the nickname "Red Snapper" in her third period Algebra class (because of ONE time when she had been wearing a red sweater vest and leaned a little too heavily on a student's desk while catching her breath).
Eager to finally take her over 600 pounds of weight off of her surprisingly still dainty little ankles, Adeline plopped down heavily - albeit as lightly as she could - and...
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