Art by myself
art edit: I added some slightly darker outlines, and deepened the color of Micaela to make her pop more. Maybe that wasn't what the poor fatty needed
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Micaela Watson trudged into work as she did every morning. Its not that she didn’t like her job. She loved being a high school gym teacher, loved competitive sports, loved seeing everyone so active. Its just it was sometimes it made her feel a bit like a hypocrite. Micaela had developed morphasia during her last year of college; her entire body swelling, her bottom widening and her belly drooping so low that running was never something she’d be able to do naturally again, and as often has been the case; she who couldn’t do - taught.
It wasn’t all bad she had to admit. No more morning jogs, no more constant cross country running training, no worry that she might not have been good enough to make money as an athlete, fate had come in and taken those worries out of her hands, but a small part of her still felt a bit like a cow when she told the girls basketball team to hustle.
Micaela began her first class for the day, organizing the girls into teams for volleyball. As she watched them leaping up and down sending the ball back and forth Micaela couldn’t but help be glad that she didn’t have to wear anything like the schools mandated gym uniform. A tight navy swimsuit with a sheer white top and shorts, ugh, she’d just die. Though Micaela’s own wardrobe of a ludicrously large baggy jogging suit was embarrassing in its own way.
Suddenly her reverie was broken when Caroline tripped trying to hit the ball. Micaela tried to run towards her, her whole body gyrating with her attempt, but the other girls had gotten to her and helped her up before Micaela could get close. Micaela shouted “Caroline, you okay?” When she suddenly took off running sobbing as she did.
“Hey, what happened?”
A short blonde named Steph ran up to Micaela. “I think Bobbi said something to Caroline as she was getting up, something about her weight. I didn’t hear it though.”
Micaela muttered a curse under her breath. “Everyone do laps for a minute.” Micaela waddled off after Caroline, her red track pants rubbing together making a sound as she tried to move quickly.
Caroline wasn’t a morphasian, she was just a fat girl, and she was un-coordinated, and wore glasses, AND she had braces. Normally Micaela didn’t feel that bad for her, not really, she could get in shape if she wanted to and she was pretty girl otherwise, but Bobbi was a holy terror, she had everything and she still got in all the other girls faces. “Little bitch.” Micaela thought to herself.
Micaela squeezed her oversized block of a body into the narrow door of the girls’ bathroom, and found Caroline crying in the last stall.
“Hey Caroline.” there was an awkward pause as the teen continued to sob. “Come on, it’s not that bad.” More sobbing. “You want to go see the councilor.”
Caroline walked out of the stall her face all red, rubbing her eyes. “I-I’ll come back to class.” Micaela smiled at her. “Buck up kiddo, I mean compared to me you’re a knock out.”
Caroline’s face turned mean “At least you can hide it though. They don’t make you parade your flab in front of everyone.” Micaela was a bit struck; she could see her point though. The school made the girls wear leg bearing skirts as their normal uniforms, and the gym clothes were particularly unfortunate for Caroline really highlighting the doughiness of her legs, and with the weight she gained this year Caroline’s belly was always peeking out from under her shirt “Bobbi calls me Carol the Barrel…fucking hate her…”
“It’ll okay, you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. I know they all call me Miss Waddleson behind my back, but I don’t let little so and so’s like Bobbi get me down. Be proud of who you are Caroline.”
Caroline’s face turned red with rage again. “Nothing to be ashamed of, big talk from you, you obviously hate your body! I’m going to the councilor!”
Micaela stood their unable to say anything in response.
That evening Micaela was throwing one back at the bar when someone put their hands over her eyes.
Micaela calmed down as she heard the voice. Behind was Bianca Perry, an old teacher of hers from college, and one of the only women Micaela knew whose bottom was larger than her own.
“Hard day mining for young minds sweetie?” the red headed teacher said in her ever flirty tone.
“Just had all my worst fears thrown in my face in a way I didn’t expect.”
“I’m sorry, what happened?”
“Well I was trying to comfort this student who’d been made fun of for her weight, and she basically pointed out that I hide my weight from everybody, and I just felt like such a phony ass.”
“I don’t’ even like this girl, she’s not a morphasian, she just is lazy and eats like a pig, but I couldn’t say shit to her.”
Bianca looked thoughtful as she drained a mug of beer.
“I’ve known you since you became a morphasian, and I always felt you had adjusted kinda fast. I mean, I know you are okay with being a morphasian, but maybe you aren’t really okay with your weight.”
“Honey, I don’t think you’ve really accepted your body. You’re proud of yourself as a morphasian, but you use it as a crutch for not having to love your body.”
Micaela stared at her a little bitterly.
“Hey, it’s just something to consider Micaela. You aren’t gonna help that girl by telling her how she can change though.” She hugged Micaela and put down some money for her drink. “I’ll get out of your hair, but you try and have a nice night.”
Micaela had a second drink, not really enough to even make her tipsy given her mass, but it did get her brain percolating a bit.
The weekend passed, and when Monday came around Micaela came to school early. She didn’t trudge, she walked with some purpose, and when she got to the gym and got ready for her first class, she was ready to really face the day.
The first student to walk in was Bobbi, and Micaela grimaced a little when she burst out laughing. She stifled it as the other girls walked in and began to stare at Micaela.
She had on one of the girls gym outfits. The swimsuit clung to her like a second skin, allowing everyone a good view of exactly how large and hanging her belly was. The top showed off just how fat her arms were and gave everyone a great view of her rolls of back fat, and the shorts…hadn’t ended up fitting, so only the swimsuit was covering her giant bouncing ass, and covering was a word that barely applied.
She looked at Caroline and smiled, the girl smiled back.
“Someone pointed out to me that the outfits you girls have to wear in here are perhaps a bit unfair to people with bodies like mine. I agree, but I can’t do much about it other than join you in solidarity. So once you girls get done taking all this in, you can start doing stretches.”
Micaela felt happy, Caroline was quite a bit more enthusiastic, Bobbi was keeping her mouth shut, and for the first time in a while Micaela didn’t feel fake. And the day got better.
Right before class ended a boy came through the gym door. “Hey can I talk to Bobbi for a min--uhh.” It was Roy Hamm, the schools alpha male and Bobbi’s boyfriend, he walked in just as Micaela had started to bend to do her own stretches, and when he saw her he just began to stammer. Micaela began to turn towards him, a little aghast at her state of undress, and then she laved eyes on the largest boner she’d ever seen in her life.
Micaela waddled up to the teen that was almost a head taller than her, got almost close enough to touch him with her belly looked into his eyes and asked “Do you have any hard pressing business for Bobbi Mr. Hamm, because you should really talk to a teacher before interrupting her class.”
Roy put his hands in front of his pants and ran out of the gym without saying a word, and Micaela laughed.