Hot for Teacher

Here is another fantastic custom creation for Patron James. The prompt this time was  "New thin "eye candy" teacher who's been stressed out and finds herself starting to have a pudge problem." The title doesn't really fit the story, but it was just an easy pull.

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Christina counted her lucky stars. She has just graduated from a very demanding college with a degree in education, and had landed a job for the upcoming fall. This is not something she could say for most of her other graduating classmates, as getting a full time teaching job right out of school was almost unheard of. Christina had let out a huge sigh of relief when she got the call about the job offer. Then all she had to do was wait for school to start.

The job she had gotten was to each freshman English at a medium sized school in a nice school district. She was thankful for the job, as she knew she could be a sub like most of her friends, or work in a really crappy town. The one concern that she had though was her looks. Christina had pretty good self-esteem, and for good reason. She was a young and thin, with nice long well maintained blonde locks. The kids she’d be teaching would be at most eight years younger than her, which was less of an age gap than her and the next youngest teacher on the staff. She worried all the boys in her class would faun over her, and not pay attention. 

She had a right to be concerned. Her youthful athletic figure was accentuated with a fair sized perky bosom, and she was fond of wearing her attire fairly tight to her thin frame. She just had to be a professional and not let her good looks be her mark on the school. She didn’t graduate top of her class because of her good looks. Christina had the smarts and the know how to do this job, which is why she got it in the first place. 

Finally the summer vacation had come to end, and school had started. Christina had begun to teach her classes, and had transformed herself into Ms. Donahue. All her students had their syllabus for the year, and Christina had assigned her first book for all the new high schoolers to read. Things were going well.

Well that is until she presented her first pop quiz. Now all of a sudden she had over 100 pop quizzes to grade. She decided to order some take out that night so she could spend her time that night grading. It worked out well and she was able to finish all her grading that night, as well as a large meat pizza and a bottle of soda. But the grading didn’t stop there.

While earning her degree she had simulated grading assignments, but normally it was only for a class or two. Now Christina was grading assignments for 5 classes of over 20 students. If it wasn’t pop quizzes, it was book reports, or tests, or extra credit projects. Christina found it hard to keep up with her personal life and her professional life. She took any short cuts she could during the week, so her school work wouldn’t run over into her weekends, the only time she had to go out with her friends. This meant getting a lot of take out or fast food, and filling up her grocery cart with easy pickings, rather than laborious fresh ingredients she would have to prepare.

School let out at 2:30 but it was required that Christina stick around until 5pm for office hours and occasional meetings. Christina found herself getting peckish during these hours and resorted to stocking her desk with a few snacks to get her through till the end of the day. Since she only had junk food at home, that was all she was able to bring in to work. The snacks really helped pass the time as she sat at her desk for two and half hours preparing for the next day.

All of these extra calories had to go somewhere, and Christina found herself filling out her form fitting attire very quickly. She had started to develop a small belly, and the waistband of her pants would dig into it. Her chest started to swell even bigger, but with it her arms started to soften along with her face. She could feel a layer of fat start to creep on to her legs and around her back side. Thankfully it was starting to get cold out and she could hide under bunchy sweaters.

But with the thought of her added pounds hidden under her sweater, she did nothing to change her ways, and only continued to thicken. The boys in her class were not longer giving her trouble, which was a good thing, but she should have taken it as a sign to turn things around.

And soon spring came, and the jackets and sweaters needed to be retired. This worried Christina, as her body had only continued to change as the school year progressed. Her dining habits had only grown more comfortable over the long winter. The end of the week celebration, where Christina afforded herself not only a bite at McDonald's on the way home, she also ordered in a pizza a few hours later for a proper dinner, and polished it off with a pint of her favorite ice cream. Candy bars and snack cake wrappers over flowed the small trash can at her desk each day when the janitor came by to replace the bag. 

Thankfully for Christina the school year was finally coming to a close. It was graduation day, not for any of her students, although they would be moving on to the sophomore English teacher and Christina would have a new handful of freshman the following year. Christina was required as faculty to attend the presentation. She had purchased a new outfit for the occasion, mostly because nothing too formal fit her anymore.

The new chubby teacher made her way to a seat with her other peers and sat down next to one of the younger members of the staff. 

“Is that a new haircut?” They asked her. 

“Yes it is.” Christina replied, showing off her new doo. She felt like she couldn’t rock her long blonde locks anymore, it just didn’t fit her figure. 

“It fits your more… professional look.” They said, eyeing her pooched belly. Christina could only agree. She had thickened up supremely, and now sported the physique of a veteran desk teacher. She still had a nice handful on her chest, but it was welcomed by pudgy belly that hung in front of her. Her formerly svelte legs had grown to support her top half, looking big and strong. The same could be said about her rear, although it had a nice softness to it as well. There was nothing left that resembled the old Christina. She had transformed into Ms. Donahue, and she was here to stay.