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Selena waddled through the hallways of the school looking for her nephew, Marcus. Volunteering to bring him home from school so her sister Sandra could go off and do god know what was beginning to look like a bad decision. Her man wasn't here to hold her hand and protect her from he leering gazes of the other parents and the awed shock of the students. Fine enough, she had thought at first, she was fully capable of dealing with whatever might pop up in this new setting. Once she gave birth, she would need to seriously consider what schools would take over a dozen children through all grades, as well as not asking too many questions. Since being with her man, she had found that the supernatural irregularities of her world extended farther than she thought. He had seen plenty, and shown her plenty in their adventures to wildly change her once naturalistic worldview.

Switching trains of thought, she began to see that the school building was in remarkably good condition despite the age that Sandra had boasted. It was private, and obviously well-funded. She could see herself considering this place.

"Excuse me, miss," a young woman's voice called out to her, "Can I help you find someone?"

"Yes please," Selena said, this young woman looked to be a teacher, "I'm looking for my nephew, Marcus."

"Marcus Ross?" the teacher asked.

"Yes! That's the one." Selena grinned as a feeling of relief washed over her. She would be out of the limelight soon enough.

"Splendid," the young teacher replied, "Follow me."

She turned to lead, "By the way, my name is Mrs. Kendall."

Married already, Selena thought. She couldn't have been much older than Mrs. Kendall herself. She wondered if she had had kids yet. She returned another smile and nod and followed the far lighter teacher down the busy hallway. Mrs. Kendall had a light step and dodged children and parents alike with a grace and agility that Selena could only dream of. Those in Mrs. Kendall's wake quickly changed direction to avoid Selena, a look of wonder in their eyes. As always, Selena disliked the unwanted attention, but was proud of her size and shape. Her enormous belly and breasts were her pride and joy, and she liked it when others saw her status and respectfully admired her. Even the lustful looks she got only reminded her of how her man worshiped her curvature.

"Karen!" Another teacher called from a door, "Come her quick! We need you to log in to the financial records again."

Mrs. Kendall stopped and sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to the door.

"Wait here," she instructed, almost a little too condescension in her voice, "I'll be back."

She left and Selena backed into a wall to get out of others' way. As she checked the periphery, she saw a face she could never forget. Janet Lockler. The all too perfect and pretentious Janet Lockler from her high school days. Janet had been tall, slender, and well busted even then, and it looked like it had kept up for the most part. Obviously she had married rich, as academics were never her strong point. Selena wanted to remain conspicuous, but carrying a belly measuring several feet around never made that easy.

"Well my heavens!" Janet sang out in that all too sweet tone, "Selena Arris, my has it been a while."

"It has," Selena said quietly, unsure of how Janet would react to her giant belly. Janet had never been kind, and always been especially unkind to women she had seen as competition. Selena had bloomed well in high school, but her naturally shy spirit had kept her from getting comfortable with the boys there. Janet had made sure of that further, putting Selena down any chance she had gotten. Selena had a special place in her heart for hating Janet, and the old feelings came back stronger than ever.

"What brings you here, Selena?" Janet said, yanking her arm to bring her little one closer. The child stared, mouth agape at Selena's tummy, and she ignored it.

"Looking for my nephew," Selena said in a monotone.

"I haven't seen you around here before, so that makes sense." Janet said.

"Yup," Selena replied.

"Have you considered sending your batch here as well?" Janet asked. The way she had said 'batch' wasn't complimentary in the least, but Selena shrugged it off.

"I like the place," Selena responded truthfully.

"Oh right? It has such a great history of educating. A word to the wise, it's a little expensive, even for only a few. I'm putting all of mine through here, all four of them. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested considering your... um, challenge ahead." Janet remarked, the cutting edge to her words as sharp as ever. Selena was pissed, at Janet's superiority complex, her downplaying of Selena's ability to put her children for school, and her criticism of her brood. She loved her babies, how ever many of them she had, and she was going to give them the best damn education ever. And she knew one more thing, she would educate them at this school.

"Well, if your children are happy here, I see no reason to send mine through as well. All of them, at once."

The look on Janet's face was of skepticism and confusion. Surely, Janet didn't believe that Selena had enough financial assets to put ALL of her kids to be through this program. Her own wealth was able to comfortably put the four through, but any more would be more of a struggle.

"I see," Janet replied, "Well, if you have any questions about the school then give me a ring, I'm the elected Home and School director." She reached into her pocket to pull out a business card.

"What do you do then?" Selena asked.

"Lots of things!" Janet said, her tone getting a little defensive, "I talk with teachers about events that need planning, host most of the events at my own home, and keep in touch with all the parents that have ideas or would like to volunteer their time."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Selena cut in, her cold hatred turning into a plan, "What requirements are there to sign up for Director?"

"Oh, you wouldn't be interested," Janet insisted.

"Try me," Selena said, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"Well a college degree always helps, having children in the program, being willing to work long hours, make calls, and get tough with others. The usual."

"A degree?" Selena asked, "How did you find time to get a degree while raising four children? I just finished getting my degree."

Janet froze. Her husband had been able to smooth things over for her by giving a generous donation to the school. Selena, as ever, was as sharp as she was pretty, and Janet hated that. As Janet's fake smile began to fade, Selena noticed some things about Janet's appearance. Wrinkles didn't show in the right places, and Selena took another look at Janet's bust. She had always been large, far larger than necessary, but her breasts now seemed even bigger, and rounder. Too big and round for having nursed four children straight.

"Did you have to present a fake degree?" Selena asked, "As fake as those boobs?"

"Selena!" Janet looked genuinely horrified, "How dare you!"

Janet's voice rose to a level that drew attention away from Selena's belly to their conversation. Realizing this, Janet quieted down and continued.

"You will never get to be Director, not as long as me and my own are here. This is mine. MINE. I've given up too much to let this position go."

"I see, and why did they vote you in anyway? What did you give up?"

Selena was pressing dangerously close to Janet's sensitive spots, and had already triggered a few. Her false image of a perfect mother and wife was falling fast.

"That's none of your business," Janet hissed.

"Well I wonder what the Home and School board will think when they see a mom putting an entire classroom full of kids through the program," Selena let her hand rest atop the gigantic stomach, and Janet's eyes widened in realization of what Selena was capable of. Selena was smarter, prettier, and actually cared about what she did. She even had more skills for the job than Janet herself had, and she knew it. Janet looked at the humongous belly, unsure of how many dozens of babies could be growing inside Selena.

"Don't touch that job!" Janet threatened, pointing a perfectly polished fingernail at Selena, "I will destroy you and your children's education if you dare."

Selena didn't know what Janet's husband did, but she knew that Drake could and would literally destroy anything she asked him to. Janet's threats were idle, and the expression on Selena's face remained smug, further infuriating Janet.

"We'll see," Selena smiled, "We'll see."

With perfect timing, Mrs. Kendall entered the hallway again.

"Sorry for the delay. Oh, and good afternoon Mrs. Hartfield." Mrs. Kendall gave a curt nod to Janet, then turned and continued down the hallway. Selena followed, holding her massive stomach and rubbing it softly to remind Janet of her reign's limit. Selena would put her kids through this school, as well as be Home and School Director, and put Janet in her place.

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Selena waddled through the hallways of the school looking for her nephew, Marcus. Volunteering to bring him home from school so her sister Sandra could go off and do god know what was beginning to look like a bad decision. Her man wasn't here to hold her hand and protect her from he leering gazes of the other parents and the awed shock of the students. Fine enough, she had thought at first, she was fully capable of dealing with whatever might pop up in this new setting. Once she gave birth, she would need to seriously consider what schools would take over a dozen children through all grades, as well as not asking too many questions. Since being with her man, she had found that the supernatural irregularities of her world extended farther than she thought. He had seen plenty, and shown her plenty in their adventures to wildly change her once naturalistic worldview.

Switching trains of thought, she began to see that the school building was in remarkably good condition despite the age that Sandra had boasted. It was private, and obviously well-funded. She could see herself considering this place.

"Excuse me, miss," a young woman's voice called out to her, "Can I help you find someone?"

"Yes please," Selena said, this young woman looked to be a teacher, "I'm looking for my nephew, Marcus."

"Marcus Ross?" the teacher asked.

"Yes! That's the one." Selena grinned as a feeling of relief washed over her. She would be out of the limelight soon enough.

"Splendid," the young teacher replied, "Follow me."

She turned to lead, "By the way, my name is Mrs. Kendall."

Married already, Selena thought. She couldn't have been much older than Mrs. Kendall herself. She wondered if she had had kids yet. She returned another smile and nod and followed the far lighter teacher down the busy hallway. Mrs. Kendall had a light step and dodged children and parents alike with a grace and agility that Selena could only dream of. Those in Mrs. Kendall's wake quickly changed direction to avoid Selena, a look of wonder in their eyes. As always, Selena disliked the unwanted attention, but was proud of her size and shape. Her enormous belly and breasts were her pride and joy, and she liked it when others saw her status and respectfully admired her. Even the lustful looks she got only reminded her of how her man worshiped her curvature.

"Karen!" Another teacher called from a door, "Come her quick! We need you to log in to the financial records again."

Mrs. Kendall stopped and sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to the door.

"Wait here," she instructed, almost a little too condescension in her voice, "I'll be back."

She left and Selena backed into a wall to get out of others' way. As she checked the periphery, she saw a face she could never forget. Janet Lockler. The all too perfect and pretentious Janet Lockler from her high school days. Janet had been tall, slender, and well busted even then, and it looked like it had kept up for the most part. Obviously she had married rich, as academics were never her strong point. Selena wanted to remain conspicuous, but carrying a belly measuring several feet around never made that easy.

"Well my heavens!" Janet sang out in that all too sweet tone, "Selena Arris, my has it been a while."

"It has," Selena said quietly, unsure of how Janet would react to her giant belly. Janet had never been kind, and always been especially unkind to women she had seen as competition. Selena had bloomed well in high school, but her naturally shy spirit had kept her from getting comfortable with the boys there. Janet had made sure of that further, putting Selena down any chance she had gotten. Selena had a special place in her heart for hating Janet, and the old feelings came back stronger than ever.

"What brings you here, Selena?" Janet said, yanking her arm to bring her little one closer. The child stared, mouth agape at Selena's tummy, and she ignored it.

"Looking for my nephew," Selena said in a monotone.

"I haven't seen you around here before, so that makes sense." Janet said.

"Yup," Selena replied.

"Have you considered sending your batch here as well?" Janet asked. The way she had said 'batch' wasn't complimentary in the least, but Selena shrugged it off.

"I like the place," Selena responded truthfully.

"Oh right? It has such a great history of educating. A word to the wise, it's a little expensive, even for only a few. I'm putting all of mine through here, all four of them. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested considering your... um, challenge ahead." Janet remarked, the cutting edge to her words as sharp as ever. Selena was pissed, at Janet's superiority complex, her downplaying of Selena's ability to put her children for school, and her criticism of her brood. She loved her babies, how ever many of them she had, and she was going to give them the best damn education ever. And she knew one more thing, she would educate them at this school.

"Well, if your children are happy here, I see no reason to send mine through as well. All of them, at once."

The look on Janet's face was of skepticism and confusion. Surely, Janet didn't believe that Selena had enough financial assets to put ALL of her kids to be through this program. Her own wealth was able to comfortably put the four through, but any more would be more of a struggle.

"I see," Janet replied, "Well, if you have any questions about the school then give me a ring, I'm the elected Home and School director." She reached into her pocket to pull out a business card.

"What do you do then?" Selena asked.

"Lots of things!" Janet said, her tone getting a little defensive, "I talk with teachers about events that need planning, host most of the events at my own home, and keep in touch with all the parents that have ideas or would like to volunteer their time."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Selena cut in, her cold hatred turning into a plan, "What requirements are there to sign up for Director?"

"Oh, you wouldn't be interested," Janet insisted.

"Try me," Selena said, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"Well a college degree always helps, having children in the program, being willing to work long hours, make calls, and get tough with others. The usual."

"A degree?" Selena asked, "How did you find time to get a degree while raising four children? I just finished getting my degree."

Janet froze. Her husband had been able to smooth things over for her by giving a generous donation to the school. Selena, as ever, was as sharp as she was pretty, and Janet hated that. As Janet's fake smile began to fade, Selena noticed some things about Janet's appearance. Wrinkles didn't show in the right places, and Selena took another look at Janet's bust. She had always been large, far larger than necessary, but her breasts now seemed even bigger, and rounder. Too big and round for having nursed four children straight.

"Did you have to present a fake degree?" Selena asked, "As fake as those boobs?"

"Selena!" Janet looked genuinely horrified, "How dare you!"

Janet's voice rose to a level that drew attention away from Selena's belly to their conversation. Realizing this, Janet quieted down and continued.

"You will never get to be Director, not as long as me and my own are here. This is mine. MINE. I've given up too much to let this position go."

"I see, and why did they vote you in anyway? What did you give up?"

Selena was pressing dangerously close to Janet's sensitive spots, and had already triggered a few. Her false image of a perfect mother and wife was falling fast.

"That's none of your business," Janet hissed.

"Well I wonder what the Home and School board will think when they see a mom putting an entire classroom full of kids through the program," Selena let her hand rest atop the gigantic stomach, and Janet's eyes widened in realization of what Selena was capable of. Selena was smarter, prettier, and actually cared about what she did. She even had more skills for the job than Janet herself had, and she knew it. Janet looked at the humongous belly, unsure of how many dozens of babies could be growing inside Selena.

"Don't touch that job!" Janet threatened, pointing a perfectly polished fingernail at Selena, "I will destroy you and your children's education if you dare."

Selena didn't know what Janet's husband did, but she knew that Drake could and would literally destroy anything she asked him to. Janet's threats were idle, and the expression on Selena's face remained smug, further infuriating Janet.

"We'll see," Selena smiled, "We'll see."

With perfect timing, Mrs. Kendall entered the hallway again.

"Sorry for the delay. Oh, and good afternoon Mrs. Hartfield." Mrs. Kendall gave a curt nod to Janet, then turned and continued down the hallway. Selena followed, holding her massive stomach and rubbing it softly to remind Janet of her reign's limit. Selena would put her kids through this school, as well as be Home and School Director, and put Janet in her place.