Bite Sized- Just Us Desserts

 Econ 305 was not the students' favorite class. Boring, in the hottest building on campus, and for 2 hours at a time. Sure they 'needed' it for their degrees, but they really wished they'd gotten a teacher that was less of a hardass. They longed for Econ 101's professor, who didn't take attendance and gave them open book tests online. Those were the days.

But now, it was Miss Rin. She was stern, sarcastic, and not up for jokes or prattling in class. It was give answers when asked or shut up. At least at the start of semester. As the weeks dragged on, the students began to notice her softening up. A phrase chosen very carefully.

Before, Miss Rin would often grumble remarks at the start or end of class about 'spineless worthless men not knowing what they're missing out on', and complaining right to students that she 'Was more of a catch than they realize'. And back then she was relatively normal sized too... for a food girl, at least.

Being a pudding-girl (vanilla flavored) she had been naturally wide and trapezoidal around the bottom and waist, with a rich sugary drizzle topping her table like hips, which matched her dark honey colored curtain of hair. She was big, but it was natural and healthy. However, in the past months it seemed as if their teacher had tripled in size, the deep slap of custard she called a stomach had thickened and ripened further and further out from her core, her entire body increasing in circumference. Her body's radius had more than tripled from a mere twelve inches to forty. The large industrial double doors of the classroom had started giving her trouble squeezing into the room without scraping her wobbling flesh into their metal frame.

This was a Miss Rin who couldn't write on the white-board anymore without trouble because her front protruded so far out in front of her. This was a Miss Rin who frequently had to tug at the sides of her pants, trying to get them up past her quivering love-handles, and to aid against them slipping down thunderous slopes of moussey backside. A Miss Rin who's shirts were splitting at their base, unable to widen near enough to cover her heavily pear shaped figure. But this Miss Rin was... happy.

Still a relatively grumpy person compared to the average person, but instead of random outbursts of shouting she would hum happily while grading papers. She often spoke well of her weekends, and even began to excuse tardy students. Many of the girls in class had taken note of the increase in kindness in relation to Miss Rin's waistline, as well as the stop to her constant man-hating and came to the same conclusion: Miss Rin had a boyfriend. And she was getting her 'happy weight'.

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This, however, was not a phenomenon unfamiliar to food girls (or any species for that matter). Already predisposed to getting chunky, many food girls experienced increasingly doughy bodies the happier and less stressed they were. Just a look around the class room would reveal several girls with clothes much tighter than the month before, and at least one licorice beauty who'd filled out so much many of her colleagues didn't even recognize her.

Short white hair, six feet tall, skin darker than night, and two charming bright glowing white eyes, Anise stuck out in a crowd even before she'd plumped up into a titanic tummied tubbo. Beyond her eyes it was almost impossible to tell her expression, but they did truckloads on their own, and lately, they were creased in a smile. Life was good for Anise, more so than it had ever been before the semester had begun. Her friends had seen what life at home for her was like, and knew that her independence at her new apartment was something she was relishing. Sure, school and work were being piled on her like inches on her thighs, but it was nothing compared to living with seven other siblings, none of which were food-girls.

Anise had earned her happy weight, and she used it liberally, filling out two seats in the classroom on her own, slouched back, and using her dull pink pea coat covered stomach as a makeshift desk to take her notes on. Her chest heaved and puffed, huge but firm thanks to her licorice consistency. Two head sized bosoms bottled up inside her dress should have been enough to block site of her binder, but she barely looked at it. She was focusing on the board and Miss Rin, letting her hand do its work without needing to look down. She'd always done well in class. It was the one place being quiet and peaceful had been enforced her whole life.

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After class had ended, and most other girls had evacuated the stuffy building as quickly as possible, Anise heaved her hefty body up out of her seats and to the front of class, hoping to get a few clarifications on what exactly elasticity meant. At her height, she carried her weight quite well, barley having to waddle at all, in contrast to Miss Rin, who even before blooming out had been known to totter about like a top losing its spin.

“Miss Rin, I was-” Anise spoke up, trying to get her professor's attention as she attempted to erase her work on the board, only for her stomach to beat her to it. Turning at Anise's voice, Miss Rin spoke up, interrupting her without hesitation.

“Anise, question. What's the nicest restaurant in the city, hmm?”

“Um... well” Anise was caught off guard, and slightly embarrassed to be asked such a thing. She'd known she'd put on quite a bit of weight in the past semester, and being asked questions about food had her imagine people only asked because she was tubby. Anise put her fingers together in front of her and acted like she was thinking hard, her eyes pulling up in concern and a bit of shyness. “I guess the Silver Drum is my favorite. The fish is always so fresh and cooked to-”

“PFFT” Miss Rin interrupted once more, this time producing a loud raspberry and giving Anise the thumbs down. Anise was taken aback, and a bit hurt, but the blow was softened when she saw her professor smiling under it all. “Wrong answer, Anise! The correct answer was: Le Soleil Couchant~”” Miss Rin swooned on the spot and sighed heavily. “The highest class french cuisine... and my darling has reservations for tonight. Sure he usually cooks, and it's delicious, but it's not the same atmosphere.I'm so excited~!”

So it was true, Miss Rin did have a significant other. Anise wasn't one to gossip, but she was still intrigued to hear it confirmed.

“Tell me, Anise. Do you have someone special in your life?” Miss Rin seemed to be riding some sort of 'love-high' at the moment, and Anise didn't want to interrupt it. She didn't have another class for a good hour and still wanted her answer. She'd play along even if it was making her feel awkward. Honestly, if she could blush, she'd be as pink as her coat.

“Well, no. I don't.” Anise admitted. Without really thinking about it, her hands stopped twiddling their thumbs and grasped her protruding potbelly. She hadn't been looking for any significant other, she'd been too focused on school and her job at the hobby shop to think about anything like that. It hadn't even crossed her mind til now. And it wasn't til then the fact she'd really porked up past 'Fun Sized' really seemed to be a detriment to her.

Miss Rin raised an eyebrow and gazed at Anise's hands.

“Anise... you're not worried about your weight are you?” Miss Rin's voice was stern, as if she were asking for Anise's overdue homework.

“Oh, well... I guess...” Anise fumbled over her words, unsure what to say. Miss Rin had switched from giggling to hard-ass in less than a minute. Anise whipped her hands off her stomach and tried to slip them in her pockets... before remembering she was wearing a skirt and simply held them behind her back after fumbling around for several seconds. She began to rock on the balls of her feet, anxious now.

Miss Rin rolled her eyes and shuffled around the desk and up to Anise. “Good grief, I only asked cause you looked like you've been having as good a time as me.” Rin punctuated her sentence by slapping her creamy center, sending waves down her middle, into her great thighs. Anise began to sway nervously on the spot. This was much more than she could take at the moment. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to keep the conversation going, so it could end quicker.

“Oh, well... I have been having a good time! Just not with anyone in particular... and I guess with how I look now, that might not- EEEK” Something had clutched Anise round the middle, shocking her into attention. Two small pudgy hands grabbed at her thick bulbous middle and well padded hips as if giving her a check-up. It was obvious the intent wasn't sexual, but Anise was still frightened by it.

“You're so solid. Soft once you apply some pressure, but tough and spongy.” Miss Rin rattled off her analysis of Anise's plentiful flesh almost as if Anise weren't there.

“M-miss Rin! Stop it, please!”

“I doubt you'd sag or have trouble getting around even at twice your weight... three times.” Miss Rin continued, investigating further, turning Anise around. Anise's height was the only reason Rin was able to grab about without trouble, as bending would have made such work impossible for the rotund flan.

“What does that have to do with anything?!” Anise pulled back, stepping away from her teacher. Tears began to well up in her eyes. What had she done to deserve that? She was more stressed out now than she'd been in months. Her full weight brought into attention and violated by her own teacher.

Miss Rin shook her head, getting herself back into the right head-space. After a second, she gave a polite cough and began running her hands along her body's curves. “Anise, you see all this? All of me?”

Anise slowly and silently nodded, still too upset to speak.

“This isn't just a side effect of 'happy weight'. I didn't just get this big in such little time because I'm finally with a man who knows gold when he finds it.” She flashed a smile at Anise and began to knead her loose trembling hips. “It's because he liked all of this. And wanted more.”

Anise gulped. What did she mean. She tugged down on her jacket, making sure it still covered her gut.

As if proving her point, Miss Rin hoisted up the sides of her jeans, what she could reach anyway, and pulled them up, then let them fall again. The grip the tight waistband expended on her hips meant nothing, as that layer of flab stayed nice and tight, but sagged down still, gravity winning out in the end.

“What I'm saying it, Anise, there's plenty of guys out there that not only like girls like us... but wish to indulge our habits.”

“Like us?...” Anise knew what she meant this time. Fatties. But despite the dejection in her voice, she didn't feel so bad about the statement. Most food girls ended up plump at some point in their life. And most had a happy relationship. No need for her to be any different. And if someone as grouchy as Miss Rin could be in such a good place in their life...

“And with a body like yours, oh, it would feel so good~” Miss Rin stared off into space again, no doubt daydreaming about something or other. “Anyway, don't waste it. You're bound to find someone. Maybe not as good as my boo, but someone. And when you do, tell me about it.” Miss Rin winked and waddled back around the desk to pick up her bag. Then, like nothing happened, she looked up at Anise with serious eyes.

“And remember, the next exam is a week from Thursday. Make sure to study.”

Anise nodded and stared down at herself while Miss Rin exited the room, struggling for a second in the door, before heaivng herself through it.

Anise breathed softly and brought her hands back to her stomach. Slowly, she began to stroke over her ponderous paunch, feeling the tightness and smoothness of her skin's sugary surface. There's someone out there who'd love this? The thought made her smile. She was already feeling so good lately, she didn't think there could be a better feeling. But the idea that there could be someone in her life who cherished her body as she was? It was wonderful.

There was just one problem.

“Oh... I never got to ask about elasticity. M-Miss Riiiiiiin! Wait!”