chapter 3

Kelsey had stopped being so forward and aggressive in her pursuit of Greg for about a week. She was still very friendly towards him, but hadn't done anything physical towards him since he pulled the chair off her ass. Though Kelsey had made her intentions abundantly clear, Greg was still hesitant to accept her advances. He decided to push back a bit, just to see what would happen...

DING!

"Hey, Ms. O'Neil?" Greg asked her.

"Well if it isn't my knight in shining armor..." Kelsey replied, smiling.

"Um, I dunno if you noticed, but... I didn't hand in my Alexander the Great essay..."

"I didn't, but I'm glad you told me up front instead of letting me find out later... Is everything OK? Do you need more time? What's up?"

"I was hoping to maybe get an extra like... Three days? You can take some points off if you want..."

"That's perfectly fine, honey. Tell you what..."
Kelsey rolled over to the door in her chair and shut it.

"Because you were such a good boy and helped me with my chair problem, we'll say you DID turn in your paper, and it was so good, I decided to give you an A+."

"R-really?"

"I like you, Greg. You're respectful, you're a gentleman. You always behave yourself in class. But, and this is a big but..."

Kelsey wormed around in her chair seductively for a moment, never one to let an innuendo go unnoticed.

"This has to be our little secret, OK? I could get in big trouble if anyone found out I was helping you like this. Alright, honey?"

"Sure Ms. O'Neil, thank you so much."

"No problem, Greg."

Greg had put his feelers out there, and Kelsey knew it. She was slowly building a transactional relationship with the boy, a series of favors that would allow her to ease her way into having sex with him. She had perfected the art of grooming over the years, and each time she got away with fucking one of her students, it only fueled the taboo flames, arousing her even more knowing she'd kept her secret going one more year. She learned something from each victim, and her desire grew with each one.

Kelsey had begun dressing in sluttier clothing and giving off a more sexual vibe any time she was around Greg, whether that meant eating in front of him, rubbing and patting her belly, or commenting on how heavy she was. This type of behavior might be somewhat odd to the average person, but those that knew Kelsey and her confident, shameless, demeanor didn't give it a second glance. To Greg, though, it was all very arousing. If the class was taking a test or doing independent work, Kelsey would be stuffing herself, and Greg couldn't help but stare. She'd drop a piece of food between her breasts and fish it out, then look at Greg just as she put it in her mouth, and wink at him. It was if she was speaking a language only she and Greg knew, and was teasing him with it.

"Picking up for O'Neil?"

"Yep."

"Alright, that'll be $25.50"

"Here you go..."

"Out of $40? Alright, here's your change... And your food..."

"Thanks, man."

"Thank you!"

Greg walked out of Vinnie's Pizza carrying two calzones, a large pizza, and a two liter of coke. The local pizzeria was just a block away from the high school, and was Ms. O'Neil's favorite place to order her lunch from. Kelsey had chosen Greg to be her new lunch boy, allowing him to keep the change (usually between 10 and 15 bucks a day) from every order she made as long as he picked it up and brought it to her. This was a win-win for Greg, who would smoke a joint on the walk over to Vinnie's, returning visibly stoned. Kelsey was pleased to find out Greg smoked weed, as it gave her another stepping stone to get into his pants with.

"Here you go, Ms. O'Neil!" Greg said, presenting Kelsey with her feast.

"You're the best, Greg! Thank you so much! Oh I'm so hungry!" Kelsey said, rubbing her big belly.

Kelsey gorged quickly and shamelessly, knowing she was in a race against her own stomach. Having been obese her entire life, Kelsey had been stretching her stomach out for decades, ensuring she got hungrier quicker, and could eat much more than other girls. Though she didn't have a feeder, she considered herself a feedee, with her current goal being 700 pounds. Each time she ate it was both a marathon AND a sprint, as she attempted to shovel as much food into her gullet as she could as quickly as she could, before her stomach could send the message to her brain that she was beginning to get full.

"You working this weekend?" Kelsey overheard Vannessa ask Greg.

"Yeah, Saturday..." Greg replied.

"What time?"

"12:30-9."

"Aw! That sucks... I'm gonna be out with Christina then."

"What about Sunday?"

Kelsey opened a text file and made a quick note of Greg's work schedule that weekend. She knew he worked at Foodmaster, and with Vannessa not there to pick him up, there was a significant chance he'd be walking home that night. The gears quickly began to turn in her head as she formulated a plan...

"HMMPPHH! Ugh..." Kelsey grunted.

Just putting clothes on was enough to leave Kelsey winded and gasping for breath, and that never failed to turn her on. The green t-shirt she'd chosen from her collection was ill-fitting at best, clinging to her rolls of back fat and riding up over her big belly, leaving her waist and belly button exposed. So fat and round, she looked like the green M&M, her yoga ball belly bulging outward, providing adequate support for her huge, heavy, tits. Running her hands over her tummy in the mirror, she noticed a slight tear in the neck of the t-shirt, towards the middle of her breasts. Carefully, she ripped the tear down the middle, which showed off her tits even more, and gave them more room to breathe. She completed her trashy ensemble with black leggings, snapping the waistband around her FUPA as she checked herself out in the mirror. She was ready.

Butterflies filled Kelsey's belly as she sipped a Dunkin Donuts coffee and waddled into FoodMaster. She could see the back of Greg's shaggy head as she walked in, thankful that his back was facing the front door as she huffed and puffed her way to the carts. Kelsey had a brief run of using scooters at the grocery store, but found that the basket on the front of the cart was much too small to fit all her food. Instead, she would use the cart as a walker of sorts, leaning on it, her heavy, fat, tits resting on the front handle. She had to be careful, as if she leaned too much on it, she'd flip the cart right over.

Waddling right on through the produce department, Kelsey made a beeline for the deli, loading her cart with pounds of salami, bologna, roast beef, ham, and cheese. Cookies, chips, Twinkies, Ho-Ho's, frozen pizzas, French fries, burgers, chicken fingers, sausages, eggs, bacon, bagels, chocolate, several 12 packs of soda, and tons of other fattening foods were dumped into the obese woman's cart, drawing looks of disgust and hatred from her fellow shoppers. Kelsey didn't care, though.

"Oh hey, Greg!" Kelsey squealed.

"Hey Ms. O'Neil! Um... What kinda bags do you want?" Greg stammered back.

"Hmm... Plastic's fine."

Kelsey tugged her shirt down over her belly playfully, smiling at Greg as he rang each of her items up. He was lucky he was wearing an apron, as it hid his boner from her. Seeing her there, bursting out of her clothes, buying an obscene amount of fattening treats, made his heart race and his dick hard enough to cut diamonds. After she loaded the conveyor belt with her food, Greg watched as she tried to fit down the checkout aisle. The candy and magazine displays on either side of her brushed against her hips, causing her to chuckle and turn to the side, grunting as her belly pushed against the checkout counter.

"Greg! You gotta tell your boss to make these aisles a little more fat friendly!" Kelsey joked.

"Is uh, is that a credit or debit card?" Greg asked, wiping nervous sweat from his brow.

"Debit, honey. So, any plans for tonight?"

"Probably just gonna go home and chill, honestly."

"Aw! That's no fun! But then again, if I were your age, I'd probably tell my teacher I was doing the same thing. Haha!"

"Haha... Here's your receipt..."

"Thank you, Greg. I'll see you around, honey."

Greg just nodded.

Kelsey took her time loading her groceries into her SUV, keeping one eye on the front doors as the clock struck 9 PM. As expected, Greg eventually came out, and Kelsey quickly flagged him down.

"Hey, Greg! Is Vannessa gonna pick you up?" Kelsey asked.

"Nah, I'm walking home tonight." Greg replied.

"Oh, honey! Let me give you a ride!"

"You don't have to, Ms. O'Neil, really..."

"I insist! C'mon, hop in!"

Greg's heart raced as he got into the passenger seat of Kelsey's SUV. Watching Kelsey heave and cram herself inside the front seat of her own car really showed just how enormously fat she was. Her shirt had ridden up over her belly, exposing her soft tummy as it bulged uncomfortably into the steering wheel. She was visibly out of breath as she adjusted herself, leaning towards Greg so that she could shut the door.

"Greg, sweetie, can you do me a favor?" Kelsey asked.

"Sure, what's up?" Greg replied.