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The night before the announcement for president of Republic City Korra found herself at her abode, looking over the city and sighing with delight. While there was some tension over whether or not her husband would win his bid she felt that they would be fine regardless. After hearing Tenzin's words, Korra had decided to make a statement, both as Avatar and as the acting leader of Zaofu. Playing upon the fact that she was born of the Southern Water Tribe yet hdeld a position in the Earth Kingdom, as the Avatar she was a figure meant to be there for all people, both benders and non-benders, regardless of borders. While not everyone was entirely onboard, over time sentiment grew about the Avatar's rise in popularity, along with some unhappiness with both how the Earth Queen and Unalaq's recent failings as the political and spiritual leader of the Water Tribes. Additionally, the connections Korra had built up in other places had begun to endear her to the people altogether. With her

Since summer’s end and the whirlwind of events, pleasantries, and generally splendid news that was the current election results. It was becoming more and more clear that due to Tarrlok’s work and Korra’s own socializing. She was just finishing up her late lunch, with Asami and Opal along with her, both Korra and Opal well into enjoying their desserts while Asami stared. In a very short amount of time, Opal had become much like Korra, both in manners and in mass. In particular, Opal had somehow gotten to be roughly Korra’s size, though ever so slightly less robust. Much like Korra she wore her weight well, though her figure was more bottom heavy, a humble chest, a round, pleasantly plump belly, all of them there accentuating her notably large rear and thighs. “My, Opal, you certainly have grown,” Asami said, sounding pensive as she spoke. “Why, thank you Asami. It’s all thanks to Korra’s effots. Though I have to get used to the title of Lady Bei Fong.” “It’ll grow easier,” Korra

(Extreme weight gain) Homework: Eat a stick of butter Irina wrote the words big enough to fill most of the upper corner of the whiteboard, going a bit slow to give herself enough time to finish her third raspberry and sour cream scone while she did. When she was done the blonde balloon turned around slowly, licking her finger clean. A couple of the students snickered or at least smiled, maybe they thought it was a joke, but most stayed silent. They might have also thought it was a joke but were waiting for the punchline, or maybe they had heard from students who had taken Food Appreciation previously about the oddball day one assignment. Either way, Irina quickly explained that the ‘joke’ was not a joke. “The idea,” she said, going into her philosophy about what the course was designed for, “is to break down preconceptions you might have about what constitutes viable eating habits and practices. “Am I saying you should eat a stick of butter as a regular thing? No. In fact