"Why don't you go ahead and take a seat. I brought a bench in, 'cause I know you struggle with the chairs in class. You okay? That shirt seems kinda tight, but I guess you're probably used to clothes not fitting. It's a cool shirt though. I think it's great the way they make more fashionable clothing for obese people nowadays. Anyhow, I didn't ask you to come see me to discuss fashion, did I? Just reviewing your grades here . . . and, you don't need me to tell you that they're not looking great. You really seem to be struggling. Is there something wrong? Wait, what? You're distracted by . . . me? Well, I'm flattered, of course and yeah, I do some fitness modelling as well but I think you know that, don't you? What gave it away? I think you're the only person who only likes my Instagram pics when I'm in a Speedo or underwear. No, it's cool. It's nice to be admired. As a matter of fact, I kind of admire you too. Don't laugh. I mean it. I like fat boys. Don't look so shocked. It's kind of a kink of mine. How fat? Um . . . to be honest there's no such thing as too fat for me. I mean, you must weigh . . . what? 480 lbs? Right, and to me that big number is just so fuckin' hot. Your size. Your bulk. The way all your belly fat just sags down into your lap. You know what would be even hotter? 500 lbs. 550. 700. 850 lbs. You blowing up and expanding to that kind of weight. Thinking about how much food you would have to consume, the kind of gluttony that most people would think was insane. That makes me so fuckin' horny. How about you? Oh, it does, does it? Well, I think we may have found a solution for what to do about these grades. Let's see just how fuckin' fat we can make you. And here's a deal, not only will I deal with these grades, if you gain 10 lbs by next week, I'll give you access to my OnlyFans."
