chapter 2

Kelsey reclined further backwards in her chair, reaching lazily for another donut. Just as she pushed all the way back, though, the chair gave out beneath her.

"OOOOOOOOOF!" She grunted, 650 pounds of woman slamming onto the tile floor.

The wheels on the bottom of the chair had rocketed across the room, and the seat and back rest had been completely flattened by Kelsey. It wasn't the first chair she'd destroyed in her time as a teacher, and probably wouldn't be her last.

"Ms. O'Neil, are you alright?! Here, let me help you up..." Greg said, rushing to her aid.

Kelsey couldn't see anything over her breasts and belly, but reached out and took Greg's hands.

"Alright, one... Two... Three!" Greg said, his teenage cock becoming rock hard as he felt her weight pulling on his arms. Sitting up on the floor, Kelsey was completely out of breath. Greg gave her a moment to compose herself.

"Should I get the nurse?" He asked.

"Whoah, what happened?" One of the other students asked as they walked in.

"It's... It's OK, guys... My chair broke... Take your seats, get your homework out..." Kelsey gasped, struggling to reign her heart in as it bounced around her ribcage.

"Greg, could you help me up, honey?" Kelsey asked.

"Of course. Whenever you're ready." Greg replied.

"Alright. Count of three. One, two, three!"

As Greg helped Kelsey to her feet, she thrusted herself forward a bit on purpose, just enough to bump him with her big belly.

"Oooops! Sorry, Greg. Me and my big belly, God..."

"It's uh... It's OK, Ms. O'Neil."

"You were like my knight in shining armor today, thank you Greg."

"N-n-no problem, really..."

Kelsey called the principal on the classroom phone.

"Hey, Penelope? It's Kelsey." Kelsey said into the phone.

"Hey, Kelsey, what's up?" Penelope Grover, the principal replied.

"I um... Had another chair give out on me..."

"Oh, no! Honey I'm so sorry. Let me have Mike bring you up a new one. Hopefully it's sturdier... Which room are you in?"

"204."

"Alright, Mike will be there in five minutes. I'm so sorry, Kelsey, this is inexcusable."

"It's alright, I'm a big girl, it happens."

Kelsey hung up the phone and turned to the class.

"OK guys, send your homework to the front of your row. Shawn, put that calculator away, you're in history class." Kelsey ordered.

"Here you are, Ms. O'Neil." Mike, the custodian, said, wheeling a new chair in for Kelsey.

"Thanks, Mike." Kelsey replied.

"It might be a tighter squeeze than the old one, but it's all we got right now. I'll see about ordering a couple new ones." Mike whispered to Kelsey.

Kelsey nodded and plopped her fat ass down into the chair. Immediately she felt her ass might break the armrests apart, but as she shifted her weight around in it, she realized it would hold.

"OK, so last I saw you guys, we were talking about Alexander the Great..."

Kelsey wasn't a stranger to hooking up with her own students. She'd done it three times before, and at this point, was an expert on how to ease her victims into having sex with her. Being so enormously fat gave her the ability to hide in plain sight. How could she fuck a student when she was probably too fat to fuck anybody? And if she did fuck a student, what high school kid is gonna brag about hooking up with the fattest teacher in the whole school?

"Alright guys, bell's about to ring. No written assignments tonight..." Kelsey began.

"WHOOOO!!!"

"QUIET! I want you guys to read the chapter, though. There's a significant chance you'll get quizzed on it tomorrow. Greg, stick around, I wanna talk to you. You're not in trouble, just wanna go over something with you..."

DING!

The class filed out until only Greg and Kelsey remained.

"What's up, Ms. O'Neil?" Greg asked.

"Haha, well Greg, this is... Super, super, SUPER, embarrassing... But... As you can see, this chair is a very tight squeeze for me..." Kelsey began, squirming in the chair, her blubber bulging out of the armrests, nearly breaking them apart.

Greg nodded, unsure of how to respond.

"I didn't wanna do this in front of everyone. But I have to ask SOMEBODY to do this for me. And I feel like me and you kinda have a connection already..."

"Uhhh... Th-th-th-thanks..."

"I'll write you a tardy slip for whatever class you're going to sweetheart, don't worry. Anyway, I'm gonna stand up, and chances are, this chair is gonna come right up with me. My ass, pardon my French, is too fat for this chair, and the armrests are gonna stick to my hips. I can't get it off by myself, so what I need you to do, is get behind me, and pull the chair off me. Like I said, it's super embarrassing..."

"O-o-o-k..."

"Great! Alright, get behind me, I'm gonna stand up..."

Kelsey stood up, and as she predicted, the chair came right up with her. Greg awkwardly tried to pull the chair off her without touching her, and Kelsey quickly picked up on his anxiety.

"Honey don't be afraid to grab the chair, it's alright. I'm really stuck in there, so by all means..."

"Alright, Ms. O'Neil..."

Greg's hormonal teenage cock was throbbing in his pants, begging for someone's touch, preferably Kelsey's. He caught himself breathing heavily as he felt his fingers press into Kelsey's soft, ample, hips.

"HMMMPPPH!" Greg grunted, yanking the chair off Kelsey's ass and nearly falling backwards.

"Whoooo! There we go! Oh, Greg, you're my hero! Come here!" Kelsey said, holding her arms out for a hug.

"Uh, what?" Greg replied.

"C'mon! Gimme a hug!"

Kelsey wrapped Greg in a warm blanket of blubber, smothering him with her fat as he weakly returned her affectionate embrace. She could feel his hard on press into her big belly, and held onto the hug just long enough to not-so-subtly imply "Hey, I really wanna fuck you."

"Thanks, honey. I appreciate it. I don't know who I would've asked to do that if you weren't around. Now, who should I make this slip out to?" Kelsey asked, leaning forward on the desk with one hand, her huge, heavy, tits front and center, demanding Greg's attention as she smiled up at him, pen in hand.

"Um, it's for, uh, Ms... Ms. Mamma- Ms. Melanson! Ms. Melanson's class! It's for Ms. Melanson's class!" Greg stammered.

"Haha, you're funny Greg. Here's your note, sweetheart. See you tomorrow. Thanks again. My knight in shining armor..."

"You're welcome, Ms. O'Neil."

That afternoon, Vannessa drove Greg back to her parents' house after school. Vannessa came from an upper middle class family, and her parents were able to get her a modest but nice sedan for her 16th birthday. Greg's family wasn't as well off, and while Greg had a license, he was stuck borrowing his mother's car when he could, and saving up for his own ride with money he made working at the local grocery store and selling pot on the side. Vannessa's parents worked late, which made their house the prime hangout spot for the young couple after school. They'd get high, have sex, and enjoy each other's company until Vannessa's parents got home.

"You OK, baby?" Vannessa asked Greg.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Greg replied.

"You gonna hit that?"

"Fuck, I'm sorry baby... I musta just zoned out..."

Greg took a hit of the blunt and passed it to Vannessa, who looked at him concerned. Greg couldn't get his bizarre encounter with Ms. O'Neil out of his head. Vannessa did a French inhale as she studied Greg, knowing something was up with him. He stared at the TV with blank, glassy, eyes. Physically he was there, but mentally, he was somewhere else. She reached over and held the blunt over to him, but he didn't notice. He just kept staring at the TV.

"Greg!" Vannessa said.

"Hm? Oh..." Greg replied, taking the blunt.

"I'm hungry... You wanna feed me?"

"Yeah... Sure!"

Vannessa grunted as she heaved herself up to her feet, pulling her tight pink tank top over her big belly and pulling her tight black yoga pants up over her fat ass. Greg stared at her ass as she waddled out to the kitchen. Taking one last hit of the roach, he stamped it out and put it in the ash tray, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a deep sigh as he tried desperately to shake visions of Ms. O'Neil and her big belly from his head.

Vannessa returned with a tub of ice cream tucked under her flabby bicep, smiling as she sat back down on the couch next to Greg. Vannessa was very pretty, with fair skin, light freckles, brown eyes, and long, wavy, black hair. She handed Greg the tub of ice cream and a spoon, pulling her shirt up and exposing her big, round, belly to him.

"I've been eating so much lately to get nice and fat for you... Mmmmm..." Vannessa said.

"You've been working very hard, baby. And it's showing!" Greg replied, jiggling Vannessa's big belly.

"Haha, I know! My Mom's definitely noticed..."

"Yeah? She say anything?"

"Nothing mean, just little things. Like I'll be taking a third helping of dinner and she'll be like 'Jeez, someone's hungry!' she even started giving me more money for lunch at school..."

"That's great!"

"Haha, yeah, she's the best. Mmmmm..."

"That's it... I'm gonna make you as fat as Ms. O'Neil."

"Haha! Let's not get ahead of ourselves..."

"Ah, I'm only playin'..."