chapter 1.2

Not many teachers, especially ones as young as Matilda, owned their own home.

It was a modest place, with a large living area, a nice kitchen and not much else. Her single bed dominated her bedroom - something she and Jason did their best to test.

But right then, it wasn’t her home.

She was in her Master’s presence, so it was his.

He sat on the couch and she stood next to him, not saying a word. It was… satisfying, as though this was where she belonged. She wore a long-sleeved blouse that stopped above her belly button, with the top buttons undone - and nothing else. It did a great job of showing off her figure. Her breasts, once flat, were now perky, ripe handfuls. Her toned belly was gone, replaced with a curve that split into two rolls when she sat.

So much of her weight had gone to her thick thighs. Bye bye, thigh gap! Her legs were chunky now, big enough to jiggle when she walked.

Not that she could walk far like that. That was the other thing she wore - not clothing, but an accessory - a collar around her neck, with her Master holding the leash.

“Hmm,” he said.

Matilda was dying to know what the sound meant. Was he pleased with her, or not? Her desperate need to make him happy had only grown with each pound… by now, it was strong and only getting stronger.

He remained silent and her pussy gushed in anticipation. Jason had to know how much this tormented her, which was why he did it.

With a sigh, he closed her food diary. “Over 5,000 calories today already?”

“Yes, Master!” she said brightly. “I’m such a hungry slut.”

He nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I agree… which is why I’m going to treat you to a big, greasy dinner.”

Matilda giggled. She knew without him here, she would settle for something light. It wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry or that she didn’t want to grow fatter, but her belly felt heavy after eating all day. That’s why he was such a good Master - he knew how to push her to her limits.

He pulled on her leash - once, twice. She stumbled a little before catching herself, letting her drift gracefully to her knees in front of him.

Where she belonged.

Matilda knew what he wanted - even so, she waited for his permission first. He gestured to his crotch and she giggled again, freeing his dick from his trousers with her long, dainty fingers.

“I want to play a game,” Jason said as she cooed over his stirring cock. “You suck me off while I order you some food. If you make me cum before the first meal arrives, I’ll order dessert for you, too.”

She immediately took his dick into her mouth, moaning both from genuine pleasure and because he liked it. He opened up a food delivery app on his phone - her credit card details were saved in it already, so he ordered a few things he was sure she’d like.

“Oh, Master, your perfect dick makes me so wet,” she said, drooling over it. “I wish I could eat and suck you at the same time. You deserve a fat slut and you take such good care of me.” She slowly licked his firm dick like it was an ice cream. “I’m going to get so fat that I’ll struggle to move. Then I’ll have no choice but to let you feed me and fuck me all day.”

“You already have no choice,” he said. She felt the collar around her throat and she realized he was right.

She took his cock as deep as she could, even though it felt uncomfortable. Her gag reflex diminished every day as the back of her throat took his dick and every mouthful of food he gave her.

With desperation, she moaned and sucked and played with his balls. A voice of reason whispered inside her mind. She was his teacher, for God’s sake! He was fattening her up, destroying her appearance (and wardrobe) and using her for sex! Not to mention racking up credit card bills with all the food he bought her…

But she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. And she really didn’t want to.

Matilda was Jason’s teacher, but she belonged to him.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered to his cock. “You can fuck me in front of anyone - my parents, my students, the school board. Please fatten me up. I want to get out of breath just from eating. I want to burst out of my clothes in front of the class.”

He patted her head and she cooed. His dick twitched, telling her he was close. She really wanted to win his challenge! If he bought her dessert on top of whatever else he ordered, she’d really get fat.

“I’m nothing but your obese piggy,” she said. “You should bend me over a trough full of slop. Then you can pound my pussy while I stuff my belly. Oink oink oink!”

They’d had a lot of sex and they’d played all kinds of games, but she’d never made barn animal noises before. He grunted as he gripped her hair, a moment before spraying her mouth full of a salty, creamy treat.

She did it!