Mission 1: Answer the questions of 2nd graders.
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Polyphema—a beauty with yellow-green skin, and some sort of squid-looking membrane covering her tentacle hair—gives a politician’s laugh. It’s fake and charismatic. “Thunder thighs aren’t my monster power, you adorable little tax-deductions.” The chick says. Polly then rests her hands on her gargantuan hips.
“I’m like a car battery.” She continues. “When I eat and get full, then I can use electricity.”
The classroom is amazed. They thought the governor’s ability was being fat.
“Wow! You can use the holy element?” A harpy girl asks. “You’re like a seraph!”
“Only after a big meal, haha. Too bad I couldn’t come here right after breakfast.”
“Fuck, I sound like such a fatass right now.” Polly thought. Her smile is so forced its cringe worthy. “Now which of you angels wants to ask me another question?”
The girl’s stomach is like a wrecking ball of thick, doughy blubber. It’s titanic in size and weight, and Polly’s gut is the biggest thing in the room. We’re just going to ignore her thighs and butt. These problem areas are so colossal it’s not even funny discussing them. The woman’s ass also wobbles each time she moves.
An imp boy raises his hand. “I got a question, Miss Guboner.”
“Governor, sweetie-honey. It’s pronounced governor.”
“My mom says you’re a cow because your boobs are like the biggest things ever. Is that true or—“
“HEROD!” The teacher shouts. “GO PUT ON A DUNCE CAP AND SIT IN THE CORNER.”
Polly waves it off. “Oh no need for that, Ms. Kleopatra.” She says. “The curiosity of children is a gift from heaven.”
“That fucking snot-nosed little urchin.”
Polly then smiles while adjusting her tie. “My Mother was Proptosian and my father was…” She then pauses for a second. “Not around as much as my uncle who raised me.”
“Next question.” Ms. Kleopatra says. “Someone ask another question before Miss Polyphema reads for story time.
A cat-girl raises her hand. “I gots a question for the gruvenor.”
Polly flashes her charismatic smile, and rests a hand over her heart like a patriot.
“Ask away, my future democratic voter.”
“Where do you buy that toy with you on TV sometimes?” She asks. “He’s really cute and I wants one.”
“Yeah! He’s a cool superhero!” A werewolf says.
“Oh umm, Mr. Red is a friend of mine.” Polly says—followed by a blush. “The city is quite capable of handling threats from Hades. B-But I can count on him when the big guys hit us.”
Polly’s breasts swell a little bit from arousal. Her governor jacket becomes even tighter. “Fuck. I can’t think about him now.” The cyclops starts to sweat. “If I snap a bra in a 2nd grade classroom…” Her breasts increase another fatty cup-size.
“Hey!” A vampire says. “The Gruvner’s boobs are bigger now!”
“They’re growing too!” A mouse-girl adds.
Cold water. Polyphema needs to drink it.
The politician looks over to a desk. The bottle she thought was there is gone.
“Shit! I forgot it in the car.”
“Pardon me!” Polly says. “Back in a flash.” Her heart is racing now. She turns and trudges out the classroom as fast as possible. Her titan-sized rear jiggles with each step.
“Wait! I got a question!” A drider asks. “Why do they call you mega butt if you don’t have a spider butt like—!”
“IRIS, GO TO THE CORNER AND PUT ON A DUNCE CAP.”
***
“Fucking thunder thighs. Just fuck you.”
It hurts to move this quickly. Polyphema trods down the hall of the elementary school. She curses the tubs of cookie dough she ate last night. Thankfully, her breast growth is like the tide—there are highs and lows. Polly’s on a small-growth cycle for the next few minutes.
“This chub-rub burns like hell.”
She breathes hard. Exercise isn’t for a girl who sits in a chair most of the day.
Polly looks at the stairs ahead. She then scowls. “Are you freaking serious?”
In front of her is the state senator—a blue imp with an immense rear like her own. Aphrodite is winded from her short walk up the stairs. She’s just as wealthy, and almost as fat as her rival.
Aphrodite jiggles as she pants. “Why don’t they have an elevator in this damn building?”
“Why the heck are you here?” Polly asks. “Is it—“
Aphrodite holds up a children’s book.
Polly nods in silence and walks past. Among politicians there’s a shared pain that bypasses rivalry. Standing in front of the press and paparazzi is glamorous compared to reading aloud for snot-nosed runts.
***
Grey skies are above the parking lot. Polly reaches her luxury sedan and nearly collapses in exhaustion. She’s soaked in sweat, and her breasts are 50% larger than earlier. However, her enchanted top hasn’t ripped yet. “Oh god, I’m going to die.” She wheezes. “I never walked that fast in my fucking life.”
Polly then reaches for her purse.
The purse that she carried out of the classroom and to her sedan.
The purse that wasn’t here because Polly forgot it during the panic.
“FUCKING SHIT!” Polyphema yells to the heavens. “WHY? WHY DO YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO ME?”
Thunder booms, and it starts raining.
“Why, Zeus?” Polly cries. “Why do you have to take a shit on a tired cyclops-girl in Corinth? Is it because I have one eye?”
It takes a few minutes for Polly to regain her composure. She’s soaked and looks awful after coming around. After a long sigh, the politician reaches into her pocket and pulls out a red crystal.
She says a few magic words and then holds the relic at her ear.
“Red, could you pop a lock for me? I really need it.”
Polyphema feels like a jerk. This was the opposite of a titan from Hades attacking.
“No, w-wait.” Polly says. “Never mind, this is stupid and your busy with—“
“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ll be in your realm in a jiffy.”
***
Polyphema trudges into the classroom again. Mascara is dripping down her face, she looks like she ran a marathon, and a trail of water is behind her. “Back in a flash…”The politician says.
The classroom is awkwardly silent. The children don’t even call out.
With a sympathetic frown, Ms. Kleopatra hands Polly a book.
“They’re on chapter four.” She says. “You can umm…”
“Just tell me when to stop.”
Polly hauls her gargantuan rear over to a chair and rests it down. She flips to page 60 in the book and starts reading.
“Now after Hercules captured the Ceryneian Hind, Eurystheus and Hera were furious that he used persuasion to capture the fastest animal in existence.” She says. However, Polly then cracks a smile.
“Today wasn’t so bad was it? I avoided a disaster with a little help.”
Polyphema starts reading in a dramatic, lively manner.
“So they devised a plan. A plan to stop Hercules by using the terrifying Erymanthian Boar. This horrible beast was like none other in Grekothia!”
***
