Mrs. Johnson idly sat outside the principal's office of her son's highschool. Her son, Danny, was 18 and in his final year of highschool. He was only months from graduation now, and she was elated that he'd be moving on to the next milestone in his life.

A teacher opened the office door and looked at the middle aged mother. "Mrs. Thompson can see you now," the woman stated, holding the door open for her. Mrs. Johnson stood, brushing her tube skirt as she stood. She still wore her formal wear since she'd left work early for this surprise meeting. She waddled in her high heels to the door and entered the office. The door closed behind her, leaving her with the principal.

What Mrs. Johnson wasn't expecting to see was the woman with a large, human shaped stomach. Whoever was inside was clearly not making too much of a fuss. "Hello Mrs. Johnson," the principal said in a cheerful tone. She placed the papers she was observing down on what little room was left on her desk, which was mostly occupied by her engorged gut now. "I appreciate you taking time out of your day to meet me on short notice."

"It was no trouble at all," the mother said in a soft, friendly voice. "I was caught up processing the last intern anyways," she said, giving her belly a nice pat.

"Good to hear," the principal replied. "In regards to why I called you here, your son has been, well, underperforming in his studies."

"Has he? Oh dear," the mother said. "He's been studying so hard lately."

"Yes, well, we have a zero tolerance policy for underachieving here," the principal explained. "We can't have any students dropping our overall grade point average."

"So, how should we approach this dilemma then?" Asked the concerned mother. "Should we get him a tutor or…?"

"No need to worry ma'am," Mrs. Thompson stated. "I've already handled the necessary paperwork for expelling your son. Really this meeting is just a formality."

"Oh I understand," Mrs. Johnson replied.

"I've got him right here, preparing to be expelled," the principal added as she patted her large belly. "In about six hours, he'll be expelled and the matter will be resolved."

"Ok, thanks for clearing that up for me," the mother said with a smile. "Then I suppose there's nothing else for me to worry about?"

"Nope, nothing at all," she answered. "The expulsion is all in my hands- er, my stomach now."

Mrs. Johnson stood and smiled. "Then I'll be on my way. I have to prepare dinner for tonight."

Mrs. Thompson smiled as well. "Thanks again for coming on short notice. Call us if you have any additional questions or concerns, ok?"

The mother nodded and exited the office. As she drove home, she thought about dinner. She needed less groceries than she originally thought. She called her daughter in the grocery store.

"Hello sweetie. Remember to set the table before I'm home. Just three spots tonight. We won't be having a fourth."