This choice: Jafit Gamor -- the smoking hot chef. • Go Back... "I heard she was as big as Miss Walker, you know, the OLD culinary arts teacher?" whispered one girl to her neighbour.
"No way, nobody could be as fat as Walker" exclaimed the second girl, shaking her head in disbelief causing her modest double chin to wobble.
"Well she did used to be a chef before teaching and you know what they say about trusting a skinny chef" retorted the first again, nodding her head in a decisive notion as if the old adage gave any kind of supporting evidence to her rumour. Rumours aside however, the entire senior class was about to discover exactly what the fabled Jafit Gamor looked like as the door to the classroom creaked open.
Jafit had always found enjoyment in food, be it producing delicious meals for her family and friends to over indulging herself regularly. The latter enjoyment was one formed whilst studying at Buttercombe in her youth that she never managed to shake upon returning home much to the surprise of her parents who didn't recall their beautiful daughter looking quite so...American. All that aside, she now strutted into her first class of her fifth year teaching at the prestigious Buttercombe Academy rather than receiving lessons and she could not be more excited. Based on their expressions Jafit could only assume that her new class were just as excited as her!
If only she realised they were in awe at her very presence itself.
As a prolific foodie to boot and much to the shock of her parents, Jafit had put on some pounds over the years but few were so blessed with such an eye popping hourglass shape as she was. As she strolled to her desk, each sun kissed leg brushing past each other with feet donned in her ever stylish heels, her bouncing rear resembled twins fighting under her tightly stretched skirt, the faint bite of her skimpy underwear visible against the bulging smooth fat of the blossoming cheeks contained within. Each clicking step caused her heaving bosom to jiggle in protest against her slightly too small bra which in turn was trying to escape her tailored collar shirt which only served to highlight her deep cavernous cleavage. Despite her immense proportions, the rest of her olive skinned body held very little fat with only her thighs having any kind of thickness worthy of note as they tapered out from her wide hips down to her knees in smooth long columns without a single blemish or hint of cellulite.
"Good morning class" cooed the Spanish beauty, her accent the only aspect of her being thick enough to contend with her immense proportions.
"Good morning Miss" replied the class in unison, most of them still in awe of their tutor. Even amongst the uniquely figured individuals of Buttercombe, Jafit Gamor was a specimen all on her own.
"So girls, I understand that you are all of the senior class yes?" asked Jafit, leaning into her desk slightly causing her chest to surge forward and enhance the depth of her cleavage. One particular student at the front of the class nearly fell out of her chair at the sight of such quantities of breastage as the rest of her class nodded in answer to the buxom tutors question.
"That is wonderful! So, because of this, I am asking of you today that we shall all prepare an American treat for our first class together. I know that you are all expecting to learn some more...exotic recipes but first you shall all show me something you enjoy" Jafit happily rattled off to her students with some enthusiasm. Despite her Mediterranean heritage, the Spaniard had inherited quite a taste of American 'delicacies' throughout her years living state side and felt it was an appropriate first lesson to get her new class accustomed to her teaching styles as well as gain some early insights into each students ability.
"So you want us to make, like, apple pies and burgers and things like that?" asked a rather bottom heavy red head with a belly to match from near the back of the class.
"Exactly" mused Jafit, each suggestion causing saliva to pool behind her lips "anything much like those would be perfect". The premise did strike most of the class as slightly odd but nobody could complain at a much easier class than they expected.
"Well, when you are ready to start" smiled Jafit, beckoning the class on with a raise of her slender arms.
And begin they did
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In very little time, the entire classroom was ablaze with a peculiar combination of sweet and savoury, a slightly weighted split towards the sweet side of the spectrum as the girls took to preparing their first culinary pieces for the year. As the mass of yellow uniforms buzzed through the class, Jafit slowly milled between them, dotting from student to student, observing their progress and offering gentle advise where necessary to avoid burning or flavour combination disasters. Such things were slightly self serving as Jafit would be taste testing all the dishes prepared, but then, why should she have to indulge in things that were not to her taste?
Before long, all of the Buttercombe seniors had added their finishing touches and had their creations plated up ready for their first assessment.
"Are we all completed now, yes?" asked the bubbly tutor, hands on hips at the front of the class again.
"Yes Miss" replied the class, again in unison
"Fantastico" exclaimed Jafit in a burst of her native Spanish tongue, much to the amusement of her class "so if you could all please bring forward your food so I may try it I can start to assess you."
With pleasant compliance, each member of the class brought forward her creation one at a time to allow their teacher to taste what they had produced. Years of working in the food industry along with some intensely gluttonous teenage years had allowed Jafit to develop an appetite that rivalled her hip girth in size making testing twenty or so dishes in one sitting a surprisingly easy task. In keeping with her characteristic ignorance of her own stunning physique however, Jafit's ignorance continued to shine through as her delicately thin waist swelled out from the feasting exertion.
A double stacked burger, a densely packed apple pie, a pair of thickly wrapped burritos, three choices of decadent chocolate cake, a selection of doughnuts, pancakes and waffles all cooked by one student...these were just a few of the treats put forward for assessment, all of which were delightfully received and contributed to the modest food baby forming between Jafit's hips which, after testing a salted caramel and white chocolate muffin as large as her hand (her last treat for sampling), formed a delicate curve in the front of her figure forming shirt. Her otherwise immaculate figure betrayed her slight bloating, offering the slightest peek of her curving stomach where an overstretched button hole parted slightly to reveal a similarly tanned midriff in keeping with her on show thighs and cleavage.
"Ooph, thank you very much girls" huffed the stuffed teacher, a delicate hand laid over her stomach as she spoke "you will be pleased to know that you have all passed with flying colours." The Mediterranean beauty wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as the class cheered just in time to hear the bell signifying the end of class ringing through the hall outside.
"I hope you have enjoyed today's class and I look forward to seeing you next time" called Jafit from her chair as the class poured out the door, a wave of goodbye calls reaching back to where she sat.
With a smile on her curved lips, Jafit leaned back slightly in her chair as she peered down her figure which was largely blocked by her immense chest. Still smiling, she idly grabbed one of the chocolate cake offerings and stabbed into it with a folk, indulging in another large bite, and another, and another...
"Miss Gamor"
The voice made the stunning chef jump from her near slumber, chocolate crumbs coating her lips which she licked away with haste as she rose to her feet.
"Sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to have a word if I may"
"Of course, of course, please come in and be seated" offered Jafit to the voice from the doorway  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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