Chapter 3 - the flames ignited

While all this was happening, I became even friendlier with Stuart. I suddenly found his presence far less grating. We'd talk a lot in my office between classes. I was originally embarrassed to eat with him there, but I grew more comfortable with the idea as time went on. As my inhibitions slowly started to wane, I was pigging out in front of him before I even knew it. Our conversations grew increasingly one-sided, and then stopped all together since my mouth was always full and he enjoyed watching me eat. And I enjoyed letting him watch. I should've been embarrassed, but instead, I found myself getting turned on. My sex drive had been fairly nonexistent before, but something about Stuart ignited a flame in me. I started to think about him all the time. What I wanted him to do to me. I'd think about him while I ate and wonder how his hands would feel on my pudgy little body.

That voice that had been bouncing around in my head for months was telling me to get fatter. That he'd like if I was fatter. That I needed to be his fat little piglet. Thinking about this drove me up a wall. I went from never being turned on to being horny all the time. When I thought about my round belly, plump ass, and thick thighs; my increasingly tight panties got dripping wet. One night, after he left my office to head home, I stayed behind. He'd spent the last hour with his smoldering eyes on me as I popped whole dumplings in my mouth and sucked them down like the cow I was. The cow he wanted me to be. And with that in mind, my hand slipped down past my drum of a gut and into the elastic waistband of my stretch pants; diving into my virgin pussy. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I felt like a piñata being busted wide open with a bat. I knew that I needed the real thing and I needed it bad.

My weight gain and change in demeanor started to become obvious to everyone around me (it'd be hard not to notice), but I really didn't care that much. The semester was coming to a close, so when people raised concerns, I could just blow them off, knowing that I wouldn't see them for the next few months. Over this time, my work began to suffer a lot. I had pretty much given up on research, my lectures now consisted mainly of videos and recycled tests since I was too lazy to come up with new lesson plans and questions, and I only attended staff meetings because they had free food. I was still in good standing with the university, but it'd be hard to say I was doing a good job. However, since I had always gone above and beyond, my current actions pretty much resembled an average lazy teacher as opposed to an exceptionally inept one. I did have trouble remembering certain things, so when students asked for help, I just told them to read the book since my brain genuinely couldn't figure out how to help them. I could only remember the very basics on a good day. After years of studying and hard work, my classes would've been better served having a pysch 101 student teach them than a woman with a doctorate from Columbia University

My greatest fear at the time though had nothing to do with academics or my lifestyle, but had everything to do with Stuart. I couldn't keep my mind off him. I had gotten fatter for him. Significantly fatter, but I wasn't sure if it was enough. Being without him for an entire summer was going to be hellish. I knew I'd be too overcome with desire to risk asking him out at some point during the break (plus I wasn't as good with my words as I used to be). So I decided to write my address on a slip of paper and slide it under his office door before I left, hoping he'd invite himself over. I grabbed a pen out of the cup I kept on my desk, but there was something weird about it. Not only could I not get it to work, but it looked strange too. Almost like a microphone. And I could've sworn it was making sounds. That I could hear a voice whispering something. I knew I should investigate it further, but a rumble in my stomach killed my curiosity. I threw it away and used another pen, before picking up the burger I ordered and shoving it in my face. I gave him the note. I hadn't thought to put my name on it or anything, but I'm sure he'd know it was me by the ketchup stains on it.