Fat Animated Women X Male Reader

Parent Teacher Conference (Ms. Pennypacker from Goof Troop)

Ms. Pennypacker x Reader

Art by Tubby Toons

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I walked through the school, observing all the arts and crafts the students had posted on the walls. I can also see learning posters and advertisements for the upcoming school ball, but that didn't matter as I was here for a more serious reason, a parent teacher conference for my son's recent stunt that landed him in detention.

As I approached the teacher's door I could see a row of seats where other parents were waiting for their time with the teacher. I sighed and took my seat next to the rest of them. ButLlucky for me I didn't need to wait long before my name was called.

"Mr. Y/N L/N, I'll see you now!" Called out a soft spoken woman from behind the door. The other parents scowl at me as I stood up, clearly unhappy with how long they have been waiting. I ignored them and entered the classroom.

So this is my son's homeroom I thought to myself. It looks like most of the school colors with large windows at one side letting in natural light to illuminate the room. There were a half-dozen rows of chairs that faced the large chalkboard where the teacher's desk was. And speaking of the teacher, this was the first time seeing Miss Pennypacker and she was as beautiful as she was fat.

The wavy shoulder length blonde hair anthropomorphic dog was leaning off her desk wearing a blue long sleeve dress that was snug tight around her rotund figure. She had a black horn glasses that rested on her snout, framing her round cheeks quite well. Her large creamy bosom could be clearly seen from her opened top, allowing me to see a decant amount of cleavage, resting on her large bulbous belly that reached almost to her knees. And the pieces of resistance was her backside that engulfed her desk being one of the few large pieces of furniture that can comfortably handle her mammoth size caboose.

*cough* "Mr. L/Y, can I have your attention," the obese teacher spoke, trying to shift my eyes to her face.

"Um sorry, I was a bit distracted." I said trying to hide my ogling of my son's teacher.

"Quite, I'm Ms. Pennypacker and it's good to meet you Mr. L/N," She spoke with professionalism.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, so, you want to talk to me about my son?"

"Yes, I want to discuss the recent stunt you son pulled off, to impress this girl?" Pennypacker said concernedly as she pick up a folder. Her dress stressing over her flabby body as she does so.

"Well, boy's will be boy's, especially going after the opposite sex," I said calmly as I felt a bit proud of my son.

"Mr. L/N - "

"Call me Y/L," I interrupted her.

"Y/N, you are aware that he fitted the flag pole with fireworks that crudely spelled out this girl's name just to ask her out to the prom. That's enough to get him expelled," Pennypacker said in a serious tone.

"Oh, well, he has creativity. I'll give him that," I said with a weak smile.

"Mr. T/L, I mean Y/N this is a serious matter, he almost burned down the school!" She stated sternly.

"Sorry, please continue." I said, trying to defuse the situation.

"Fine, as you know, the school policy states that..." Pennypacker started as my focus started to wane. I can see how children have a hard time paying attention as she listed lines of school rules.

As she rambled my eyes fell onto her generous breasts as I watched them jiggle in her tight dress. They were hypnotizing and inviting. My eyes then looked upon her round and soft globe of a belly, it rubbing and shaking as she talked, the seams of her dress looked to be already tearing. And finally I stared at her glorious butt and hips, having curves to satisfy a rollercoaster junky.

"Y/N, are you paying attention?" Scolded Pennypacker as she scowled at me.

"Oh yes, yes," I said rapidly as my cheeks flushed.

She sighed and stood up. To my confusion she waddled to the door and pulled down the blinder and locked the door. She then turned around and waddled herself back to me, her enormous stomach nearly touching me.

"Look Mr. L/N I'm a teacher and I can tell when someone's not paying attention." She said sternly. I gulped nervously as my stomach dropped. "but...because I'm a teacher I can also see what you have been... looking at." She said with a straight face. My cheeks turn bright red and felt like I was back in high school being caught cheating on a test. "I'm going to get to the point with you Mr. Y/N, I feel frustrated and desperately need to release my stress. I could see a possible mutual benefit arrangement here. You see I haven't had a man look at me like that since I was skinny and I've been itching for some action for some time now. If you help me release some steam then I can turn a blind eye to your son's behavior and pass it of as a school project. What do you say Mr. Y/N?"

I just stared at her dumbfoundly, my jaw on the floor and unable to speak.

"Well?" Pennypacker said as she tugged her upper dress, revealing more of her breasts.

"Uh, well, this is for my son after all," I said in a halfhearted exercise.

"But first, to cover all of our bases, is there a Mrs. L/N? Don't want to make this more troublesome than it already is." I just shook my head no and immediately she unzipped her constrictive dress.

Muffled sounds of soft moans and wood creaking could be heard coming out from the teacher's door, causing the rest of the parents to look at each other puzzled. It wasn't for another five minutes before the odd sounds stopped. It was another couple of minutes before the door slowly opened and I stumbled my way out. I had a small smug smile on my face and my clothes looked disheveled.

As I stumbled my way out of the school I thought to myself, "I have to remember to thank my son for his "dubious" action, and maybe, if I get lucky, he might get a new mom."