Alexandra Muffrin is a math teacher. One day, she discovers an enveloppe that offers her 5.000$ to do a weight gain video, for a big creator. Her husband is jobless, so they need the money to feed their 4 kids.
- Massive weight gain
- Force feed
- B...
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The four o'clock bell had just rung through the building. A hum of chairs scraping the floor and bags being zipped filled classroom 204. The low sun filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes across the old wooden desks, and settled on a sensuous feminine silhouette.
Mrs. Muffrin stood behind the teacher's desk, as always straight and orderly, wearing her modest gray cardigan buttoned all the way up, which seemed to compress a chest that was clearly generous. She was the kind of teacher students respected: kind, smiling, strict but fair. But even in this discreet outfit, her body told another story. Four pregnancies—one less than six months ago—had left their mark: wide hips, still a narrow waist, full buttocks with cellulite that sometimes overflowed her clothes, and a heavy, abundant bosom that her clothes never quite managed to conceal. She had wrinkles, she wasn't a flawless beauty, but the mere fact she was a teacher put her on a pedestal in the students' eyes.
She knew it, and often, with a casual gesture, adjusted her cardigan or crossed her arms. But she felt the stares, the whispers, and the final-year boys who talked about her like an almost unattainable trophy. The worst was the contrast with what happened at home, since Paul, her husband, had lost his job, and all the household expenses now fell on her. Their relationship, which had started in high school and lasted fifteen years, had been faltering for a while. No attention, no looks, no surprises—she was apparently "acquired" and felt neglected. The occasional unsettling moments with her students were a reminder that she was still a woman.
It was her last hour with the seniors; the math class was going well, but as usual, some weren't listening—the same ones in the back, especially Jason. He was already 21 and had repeated his sophomore and junior years several times due to absenteeism and bad grades, yet he was apparently well-off financially, parking his Porsche in front of the school.
Mrs. Muffrin: "Jason, I suppose you're not listening! Exponentials and square roots—can you tell me more?"
Jason: "Uh... maybe I need an example."
Mrs. Muffrin: "I don't know, give me a theme. Look at the exercise, read the definition, and you—give me an example."
The young man sighed, complied, and within 30 seconds looked up smiling:
Jason: "Oh, I get it! If we say you, Mrs. Muffrin, start a diet where your calories increase exponentially—the first week you're at your current weight, I'd guess 77 kg, then week 1, 82 kg, week 2, 92 kg, week 3, 112 kg, week 4, 142 kg, and..."
She raised her hand and cut him off abruptly, embarrassed by the situation. He had guessed her exact weight on sight! Jason laughed and took out his phone as if to note something down.
She gave them group work. She couldn't help wandering between the rows, listening to the students' conversations—always more interesting than her life—but one phrase caught her ear:
Student 1: "No, I swear she told me, and I quote: 'You see my forearm? Same.'"
Student 2: "No way, that's massive! Why'd he dump her then?"
