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Meghan's first week as a teacher's aide didn't go as Alice had hoped.  The bubbly bitch proved as popular in grade school as in High School.  Not only did the children love her, but the shapely new recruit got plenty of exercise chasing them around during recess.  Meanwhile, the unseasonably warm temperatures kept her fashions "functional floozy."

But even though the weather didn't cooperate, the students in her class did.

"Ms. Meghan, I baked you some cookies!"  Little Josh Morgan, whose father, Jim 'Jimmer' Morgan, was the biggest skirt-chaser in town, held out a plate of cookies bound with plastic wrap and a crude bow.

"Aw, thank you, Joshua."  Meghan bent down for the bundle, affording Joshua and the rest of the class an ample view of her cleavage.  "Mmmm, chocolate chip!  My favorite!"

Alice shook her head.  The only thing that puny poon pup ever brought her was a bullfrog he once retrieved from the creek that ran behind the school.  Nevertheless, she scribbled "chocolate chip" in the margin of her notebook as the bodacious blonde ripped through the plastic like a pit bull.  By the end of the day, the only thing that remained of Joshua's gift was a dollop of chocolate on the California cutie's cheek.

After school, Alice passed the information on to Tina Tamberson, who threw some Toll House in the oven and delivered the "Welcome Home" gift to the buxom beauty that evening.  And when Tina noticed Meghan's chocoholic tendencies weren't confined to cookies, she called Shelly Kowalski, who baked a batch of brownies and brought them to class the next morning via her eight-year-old daughter, Betty.  Alice, for her part, did her best to limit Meghan's physical activity by having her grade papers over recess, making sure a bowl of candy, ostensibly a reward for student performance, was in easy reach. When class commenced again, the pile of wrappers on the desk evidenced that Meghan had no problem rewarding herself for a job well done.

And, apart from the occasional chocolate smudge on a test, Meghan did her job well.  She was playful and patient but could be stern when needed, and was excellent at explaining assignments in ways the children would understand.  Despite the nefarious intent, Meghan was proving to be a good hire, and the more Alice watched Meghan teach lessons, the less she wanted to teach her one. 

Just as Alice prepared to say as much during the next Ladies Auxiliary meeting, Tina Tamberson presented a picture she'd taken of Meghan in High School that reminded everyone of the supernatural forces they were fighting:

So, the vicious cycle was allowed to continue.  Each week, an auxiliary member dropped off a care package to the broke babe's home, while the students gifted her goodies whipped up by their auxiliary member mothers.

And with Tina's picture as a basis for comparison, it wasn't long before Alice noticed Meghan was filling out more than just grades on papers.

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Matt L.

This is probably the most original WG story I've read in a long while. First rate, and the illustrations are top notch as well.

mavrip

Thanks, Matt...though I must confess the last two chapters borrow heavily from "The Fattening of Marian Merrideth" by the esteemed Wilson Barbers. Eventually, everything old is new again!