Chapter 1 - Bad Habits

Miss Adams strutted her way through the halls of Mercedes High School, her slightly enlarged behind bouncing as she made her way through the busy corridors.

The hot blonde 23 year old was starting her first year as a full time teacher, having completed her degree the year prior. She'd maintained a stick figure throughout most of her studies, with the stress of the last year just adding a few more extra pounds to her body then she'd like - but a few curves wouldn't harm anyone, right? Atleast, that's what she told herself.

Entering her first class, all eyes were on her. Girls wanted to be her and guys were having some form of awakening.

Whenever she'd turn to the whiteboard, the teenagers would catch each other out as they stared at the junk in her trunk. Her too tight pencil skirt clung to her new curves, it's stitches starting to stretch apart.

This repeated in every class throughout the morning. Miss Adams loved the attention she was getting, sometimes even smiling back when she caught someone staring.

Between each class, she'd break off a few squares of a chocolate from a block under her desk and shovel them into her mouth, counting on the sugar to keep her energy levels high. She loved chocolate and unhealthy foods. It made her feel good in the more stressful of times, but it would never catch up to her right? This skirt had just shrunk in the wash a little.

On her first lunch break, she sat down in the staff room, her salad in hand. Her mentor during her uni days had warned her that forming bad habits early in her career would be hard to break later on, so she endeavoured to eat healthy from day one.

It was also important to prep her salads the night before, so that she didn't have to rush before school.

Sat next to her was a teacher a few years older than her, but with a lot more to her. Mrs Sally was a huge, raven haired blimp, squeezed between the arm rests of a chair. She was demolishing a greasy cheese toastie, dripping with oil.

Looking at the curvy blondes salad, the blob scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Let's see how long the salads last."

Mrs Adams, slightly shocked by Mrs Sally's forward nature, immediately fired up. "I could never let myself blow up as huge as you," she chuckled, tapping the curve of her foes drooping belly, a bitchy glare in her eyes.

An awkward silenced filled the two of them, before a call for Mrs Sally echoed across the loudspeaker. She'd forgotten she was supposed to be on yard duty.

Wheezing, the bulging blimp dropped the remains of her toastie, slowly stood up, and gave Mrs Adams a cheeky grin as she caught her eyeing off her abandoned toastie. "They're only $2.99 at the cafe you know?"

And with that, the bloated ball bounced away.

Alone at her table, and with a lot of the staff room starting to clear out. Mrs Adams looked back and forth between her fresh salad and the loaded monster that was Mrs Sally's toastie.

Her stomach rumbled. She had to try it.

And before she'd even finished that thought, she was wiping the grease from around her pink lips. Her stomach curving out slightly, round and full.

It had tasted fantastic, filled with a mountain of cheese and bacon. So unhealthy but so good. And she'd only had Mrs Sally's remaining half, so it wasn't that bad right?

But maybe she needed to have a full one to really judge how good these loaded toasted sandwiches were.

Off to the cafe Mrs Adams went, her bubble butt bouncing behind her, maybe a little more then it had this morning... But she was too focused on her upcoming lunch to care.

After devouring another full toastie, Mrs Adams looked like a sausage bursting from her skin. She'd definitely overdone it today.

Still, she scoffed back a few more squares of chocolate, skulled a sugar filled iced coffee, and strutted her way to begin her afternoon classes.

Unfortunately for her short, tired legs, she had to spend the entire class on her feet for the fear of bursting from her skin tight pencil skirt.

Guys snickered as she'd bend over to deal with their classmates, the seams of her skirt looking ready to burst.

End of class. Chocolate. Another class. Chocolate. Final class. Chocolate.

She drove home. McDonald's. And it wasn't a little snack, she treated herself with a full meal - reward for a hard day's work.
But this wasn't dinner, it was only 4pm.

Dinner was KFC. The curvy blonde had fallen asleep on the couch and needed a quick dinner. She stuffed herself full of fried chicken, fries and popcorn chicken, losing herself to her stomach.

It hadn't been a great day for Mrs Adams to form habits from, especially as she demolished a box of cookies before bed, but atleast she'd rewarded herself after a great day at work and could start fresh tomorrow.

If only she'd remembered to prep tomorrow's salad before falling asleep.