POV: Your Pig Of A Teacher

(A commission for Stjin)

[Your teacher has one of the biggest bellies you've ever seen and it seems like she'll stop at nothing to stuff it to capacity]

You bite your lip in anticipation as you slowly open the door to room 304, biology class. Even after attending this class for several months, your heart can’t help but start to pound louder and louder in your chest. It wasn’t that you were particularly excited about the subject, oh no, this was only your favorite class because it was taught by your favorite teacher. You open the door just in time to see Ms. Johnson with her back turned to you walking towards her desk.

As you check out her body, you quickly take back what you were previously thinking. You LOVE biology…or at least the particular specimen in front of you. Ms. Johnson was middle-aged but still looked incredible. She had long, curly brown hair that cascaded down past her shoulders and upper back. She was wearing a form-fitting white blouse tucked into a pair of overworked jeans. Her gigantic ass and thighs looked like they could burst out of them at any second. The top of her jeans failed to meet up with the curve of her lower back as the sheer size of her ass cheeks pushed the material back far too much for it to reach. The seat of her pants was showing signs of strain on every seam, some were even broken already. Could today be the day they finally burst off of her?

As you make your way into the classroom, you can’t help but keep your eyes glued onto her as she turns to sit down in her chair. As she turned, you see the profile of her massive belly against her outfit. It was crammed impossibly tight inside of both her blouse and jeans. As she bent over to sit, the weight of her belly against her jeans made an audible groaning noise that increased in volume until she finally sat down with a hard *PLOP*

Her ass quickly devoured all the available space in the chair. Her hips and thighs bulged heavily into the armrests and overflowed around them. It was a sight to behold. Feeling a bulge starting to form in your pants, you quickly make your way over to your assigned seat in the back of the room.

It was really unfortunate that you had to be all the way back here. Ms. Johnson seemed so far away. Of course her ass and belly were so huge that they could be seen from miles and miles away, but you’d kill for a chance to appreciate her in detail up close. But for now, this spot would have to do.

You watched as Ms. Johnson unwrapped her morning Subway sandwich as she did every morning. Class always started a few minutes late while she stuffed her face. She’d greedily devour an entire footlong as well as a handful of cookies each day before even thinking about starting her lesson. You do your best to watch her take bite after bite from afar, doing your best to make out the details of her lips and the lump in her throat traveling down into her vast stomach every time she swallows.

After finally finishing her pig-out session, Ms. Johnson addressed the class.

“Alright stu- *BURRRPP* ahem, students… Please excuse me... It’s time for us to begin.”

The excitement was over, now it was just another boring lecture. It was such a tease for a woman with a body that incredible to just keep it hidden behind her desk the entire time. You daydream about what it would be like if she actually stood up and wrote on the board instead. You could spend the entire class staring at her amazing figure, watching her colossal ass cheeks jiggle and slosh with every step, the curve of her huge belly straining against the confines of her shirt. It would be incredible. But unfortunately, your teacher was as lazy as she was hungry, and wasn’t very keen on carrying all that weight around on her poor legs and feet for hours on end.

As the minutes ticked away, you did your best to take in the information she presented via projector and made studious notes. With only a few minutes left for the period, Ms. Johnson exited out of the lecture slideshow.

“Before we go home for the weekend, I’d like to share the new seating chart for Monday,” she explained.

“That’s right!” you think to yourself, excitement quickly overtaking you. “We just finished the 1st quarter, time for a new seating chart.”

“Let’s start from my left to right in the front row”, she continued.

You watch in great anticipation as she reads out the names of your fellow classmates. Your heart skips a beat as she points to the seat directly in front of her and reads out your name. After that, everything else went completely silent. You can’t believe it, you have a front-row seat to the best show in school. For the first time in your life, you wish you could just skip the weekend entirely and show up back to school right away.

“That’s it for today, class. Have a good weekend and see you next week!” she concluded.

After that, the rest of the class hurriedly got to work shoving their books and notebooks back into their backpacks and sped towards the door.

You, on the other hand, decide you want to get another look at your bodacious teacher and take as much time as possible putting your things away. Finally, the moment came. Ms. Johnson pivoted in her chair and started to get up. You try not to stare as her full figure is once again on full display.

She didn’t even seem to notice you looking at all as she briskly headed towards the door, rubbing her belly and licking her lips. Someone was still hungry. You watch as her belly and ass heavily bounce up and down with each heavy step she takes until finally disappearing out of the room.

After what felt like an eternity, it was finally Monday morning. You decide to arrive to class even earlier than usual, not wanting to take any chances lest you miss out on the show you now had a front-row seat to.

You start to hear the turn of the doorknob. Your jaw clenches in anticipation as your heartbeat intensifies. Your vision jerks towards the door just in time to watch Ms. Johnson enter. The fully-figured teacher walked towards her desk, another Subway bag in hand. You savor every jiggle of her belly, every wobble of her ass, and every groan of her poor outfit as she approaches. You can’t take her eyes off of her as he once again leans forward to plant her gargantuan ass in her desk chair. Once again, her belly pushed with tremendous force against her blouse and jeans. You’re even to make out the outline of her belly button as you take in the sound of her overworked pants button groaning from the weight of her sagging belly.

She plopped down in her desk with a loud *THUMP* as you hear the air spring in the chair quickly bottom out. The entire chair began to audibly groan as if in pain from the burden it had to bear.

Up close, you’re able to see her huge belly bulging against the front of her desk. A quick glance underneath the desk showed that the bottom of her belly was just barely visible too! Supported by her huge fat thighs, her belly jutted out even further. You watch as she mindlessly attempts to scoot forward closer to her desk, but fails to do so as her belly takes up way too much space in front of her and pushes her back in her chair an inch or two.

Content with her seating arrangement, she quickly started to tear into her morning footlong sandwich. She licks her lips in excitement and takes her first bite. Her eyes roll back from near orgasmim ecstasy as her entire body slumped with pleasure.

“MMMmmmmmmm,” she moaned out loud. You wonder if she meant for anyone to hear that or not as she then greedly continues to eat.

You notice the other end of the sandwich is dripping with various condiments. A steady stream of mayo, bacon grease, oil, and other fatty toppings slowly ooze out of the sandwich and onto the paper wrapper underneath it.

You watch in fascination as she finishes the first half of the sandwich in just a few moments.

*BURRRRRPPPPPPP* she exclaims before picking up the next half with one hand.

You can’t help but notice her second hand disappearing under the desk. You do your best to glance underneath her desk again without her noticing and see her start to rub her enormous belly with it.

“Oooohhhh,” she moaned to herself again as the passion of her own self-rubbing intensified.

“Does she do this EVERY day?” you think to yourself, getting more and more excited.

You look back up to see that she had just finished the other half inch of her greasy sandwich. She then pulled her other hand back onto her desk and picked up the paper her meal came wrapped in. The paper was drenched with mayo, oil, and grease. It quickly formed a sizeable puddle as she funneled the paper inwards and dumped its contents into her mouth. She chugged down the mixture of fatty fluids and set the paper back down. A small stream of grease and oil traveled down the corner of her mouth towards her chin only to be intercepted by her hungry tongue.

She leaned back in her chair, placing both hands on top of her now even more stuffed belly.

*BUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*

The sheer volume of the belch snapped her out of her food-induced daze and she placed a hand over her mouth.

“Oh my, please execute me,” she said as a hint of red rushed into her cheeks. She crumpled up the paper and threw it away, then leaned back forward to address the class, her belly pushing even harder against the desk.

“Good morning students, before we begin today’s lecture I’d like to make a quick announcement.” she said, then started to lick her lips in anticipation.

“We had a few birthdays over the weekend!” she exclaimed. You watch her eyes move towards the students with boxes on their desks as she continues, “and I see they all brought some treats for me, er… I mean us, to enjoy!”

“Let’s all wish Jenny, Robert, and Aaron a happy birthday!” she said.

The class sang what was probably the least enthusiastic version of “Happy Birthday” you had ever heard and then the three birthday students started to hand out their treats. There were cookies, doughnuts, and slices of chocolate cake!

You turn back towards Ms. Johnson as the students walk around the room handing out their birthday treats. She was staring at the desserts like someone starving on a desert island would stare at a freshly grilled steak. Without realizing it, she began to start rubbing her belly and licking her lips again. She gently massaged her stuffed gut as she eagerly waited for her share of the desserts.

At last, all 3 students finished handing out their snacks to their classmates and placed a plate along with the leftover boxes on Ms. Johnson’s desk. She quickly grabbed a doughnut off the plate and shoved it into her mouth.

“Alright students, continue reading chapter 3 *MUNCH MUNCH* in your *MUNCH* books,” she said between bites of doughnut, unable to resist stuffing her face for 5 more seconds.

You reach into your backpack and pull out your textbook. You turn to the chapter you were assigned and start to read. However, you’re only able to make it a sentence or two in before you eyes look back up at your teacher.

“Oooooooooh,” she moaned to herself.

She had finished the doughnut and was getting to work on the cookies now. One by one, she shoved the entire thing into her mouth, hardly chewed it, and swallowed. She gave her belly an affectionate rub with each one. It looked like she really savored the feeling of being stuffed.

All that was left on her plate was the slice of chocolate cake. She stared at it intently, almost as if it were seducing her. Her tongue quickly caught a tendral of drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips one last time and then took a large bite out of the cake. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she started to once again absent-mindedly caress her swollen belly. It wasn’t long before the cake was gone as well.

*BURRRRRRPPP*, she exclaimed and then covered her mouth with her hand.

Watching her eat was just so sexy. You find yourself disappointed that she has finished her plate already. But suddenly, you realize that you were so focused on watching her inhale her food, that you haven’t even touched your own. You stand up, picking up your plate and approach her desk. The tabletop was covered in chocolate crumbs and grease stains; both new and old.

You take in the sight of your bloated teacher as she looks up from her empty plate to you. Her massive ass was overflowing her poor chair in every direction. You could hardly even see the arm rests as they were buried under a thick layer of thigh and hip fat. Her belly had swollen so far out that she could hardly reach her desk with her hands.

“Um..” you begin. “I’m not really feeling very hungry, would you like my desserts?” you ask.

You notice her eyes light up in excitement as a smile starts to form on her face.

“Oh YES!” she nearly shouts, “Ahem, I mean,....yes I can take them. That is, if you’re sure you won’t eat them” she starmored, trying to hide her desire but failing miserably at it.

“I’m good,” you reply. “Here, all yours.”

You hand your plate over to her. She eagerly accepts it and starts digging in without as much as a “Thank you”. You go back to your seat and enjoy the extended show of her devouring everything in front of her. She seemed so excited, so thrilled to be stuffed with delicious, sugary, fattening food.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm *MUNCH* mmmmmmmmm *MUNCH* MMMMMMMMMMMM,” she moaned between bites.

After finishing her second plate, she took both hands and massaged her belly. She stroked it, caressed it, and gently kneaded it underneath her desk.

After a few minutes of passionate belly-rubbing and moaning. She started to phase back into reality. The mundaneness of her job and her lack of food revealed itself on her face as her erotic smile faded away leaving only a blank look of plain indifference.

Another 10 minutes passed. She clearly wanted more. She stared longingly at the leftover boxes of donuts, cake, and cookies left in front of her, then looked out towards the classroom. These leftovers technically belonged to the birthday students, but she couldn’t resist. Slowlys he reached out a trembling hand towards one of the boxes and slid it closer to her. The hunger returned to her eyes as she moved in front of her. It was too late now, she was completely overtaken.

She shoved snacks into her mouth, one after the other. When the box was empty, she moved it aside and grabbed the next. Suddenly, there was a loud *POP* as the button on her jeans finally gave out. The button flew towards the floor like a bullet, bounced, and flew past your desk at a blistering speed until it finally collided with the wall.

Finally freed from its prison, her gigantic belly sagged towards the ground. There was another *POP* *POP* as her blouse failed to contain the tidal wave of bloated belly on their own. Her pale, exposed belly sagged completely out of her shirt and loomed over the floor.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOH,” you hear Ms. Johnson moan in a state of pure ecstasy, not even realizing how loud she was moaning.

You start to get extremely aroused as you watch her continue to moan and rub her own exposed bloated belly. It was hanging so far down that she couldn’t even reach her belly button if she tried. She looked like a balloon about to burst. It was getting more and more difficult to fight the bulge in your pants.

*BELLLLLCCCHHHHHH* another burp escaped her greedy mouth. Then she went back to stuffing her face with both hands.

*POP*, another button burst off of her blouse giving her belly even more room to grow and bulge. She took a short break from eating to lean back in her chair and place both hands on her exposed belly, heavily massaging it. She didn’t seem to care that half the class was looking up at her (with a variety of different emotions).

She spent the entire remainder of the class eating all the leftover treats, with no regard to the students who brought them. It was their birthday afterall. Oh well, it seemed her hunger and lust for being stuffed was far too powerful for that thought to even occur to her at this point. She leaned forward again.

It was too much for the poor chair. There was a loud *SNAP* as one of the chair’s front wheels completely shattered underneath her great weight. She lurched forward, but luckily her belly was already pushing against her desk, keeping her from falling. That is, until her weight shifted the entire desk forward causing it to slam into your own desk.

You jolt from the impact, eyes wide with shock. It was also exhilarating to feel the extreme power of her belly first-hand like that.

“Woah!” Ms. Johnson exclaimed as she readjusted herself in her broken chair.

*SNAP**SNAP**SNAP*

The renaming three wheels suffered the same demise as the first in rapid succession, but at least the chair was balanced and stable again. With the sudden chain of surprises over, she quickly got back into stuffing her face, until at last, the bell rang.

“Okay class, that was it for to- BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP- day”

The End.

To be continued?