Chapter 4 - Deepening

Chapter 5;

The next day, we had a reliever teacher for maths, and Miss Cole’s office was empty. Apparently she was off sick. It must have been bad because she was away for two weeks recovering. I was tormented by her absence, realising only now how addicted to her I had become.

During class, one of the office ladies came in, and handed me a note. It read; “phone call requested, come to the office at lunch”. Puzzled, at lunchtime I headed over to the office, curious when I was handed the school phone. I heard her voice on the other end. “Can you please pop over to the house, and bring the class’s homework so I can mark the homework that has been GROWING in my absence”, she emphasised the word growing.

At the end of school, I collected the bundle of papers to bring to Miss Cole’s class. As I walked to her house I wondered how bad a shape she must be in, sick for two weeks, and needs me to even pick up stuff from school for her. However an alternate theory was also beginning to develop in my mind.

As I approached the familiar porch, I noticed her drawn curtains, and after knocking with no response, decided to let myself in. The house was quiet, I wandered into the lounge. Miss Cole was sitting on her couch.

Miss Cole was barely dressed, wearing her signature white tank top riding up significantly, with gym shorts that barely covered more than her ass. Her stomach was engorged, clearly she had been eating for some time. One of her hands played with her belly roll, while the other was opening another box of pizza.

Suddenly noticing my presence, Miss Cole gasped in delight. “Come sit next to me” she patted the spot next to her on the couch. She was clearly not sick in the slightest, had she just taken time off school to eat pizza?

Two things became apparent to me in that moment. First, she was CLEARLY not a good teacher. The only thing I had learned so far this year was that this woman really likes pizza. Second, I didn’t care, because she was hot as fuck.

“I wanted to get bigger a bit more quickly” she whispered. Sitting next to her, she had clearly succeeded. The size difference between the two of us was becoming dramatic. Her thighs spread against the couch, her right hip softly rubbing against my side. Her belly was becoming more dramatic, her tummy was beginning to form a lower roll, and an upper pooch. The lower roll would jiggle heavily with every deep breath, giggle, or laugh. The roll was resting on her soft lap. The upper part of her tummy was tightly packed with pizza. Her boobs were bulging out of her tank top more than ever. She had also developed a trace of a double chin, her upper arms were getting chubby, and small back rolls were beginning to form.

She eyed me greedily as if I was one of her pizzas. Biting her lip, she whispered “you like how fucking fat I’m getting don’t you?”. I nodded, and she giggled, her lower belly jiggling. She took my finger, and pushed it into her belly button, it now went past the first knuckle, and was halfway to the second. “I knew I was getting bigger” she said, while squeezing her lower tummy roll with her hand, the fat squishing between her fingers.

Miss Cole then placed my hand on one of her fat pillowy thighs, it was very chubby, and my fingers sunk into the soft flesh immediately. I couldn’t resist trying to sink my fingers in deeper, gripping the soft fat between my fingers like Miss Cole had done with her tummy. Miss Cole seemed to like what I was doing, because her breathing was starting to quicken, and her cheeks were reddening.