The bus ride back to her apartment complex wasn't eventful. Fortunately for Kyreen, there weren't too many people riding today so no one complained when she sat her behemoth butt in two of the seats. By the time she had gotten off, Farah had stopped struggling. It really was a shame; Farah had been an intelligent student. Kyreen had given her more than enough warnings, though. As a teacher, it was her job to make sure that every student not just learned facts, but could also function as a productive member of society. And Farah had failed to "be kind to others" test more often then Kyreen could count.
Eventually, Kyreen's mind wandered from Farah's fate and onto the feast she had prepared for herself. While she did enjoy the cuisine of her native land, Kyreen had always had a secret weakness for meatballs. She'd bought several packets of them, and intended to enjoy as many meatball dishes as she possibly could. Sandwiches, Spaghetti, even some dishes of her own creation. Kyreen's mouth was watering at the thought of it all when she saw two other students of hers.
One, Adela, was a chubby, bespectacled Latina teen with dark brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. She was one of the shyest girls in Kyreen's class, and the oversized hoody and ankle-length skirt that she wore were intended to make her as unnoticeable as possible. The other, Jonny, had been on Kyreen's suspect list for quite some time. He was known around school as something of a playboy, and if rumors were to be believed he slept with half of the girls on campus. Kyreen didn't put much stock in hallway gossip, but she had seen him publicly break up with some of his girlfriends and then later slander them as sluts. Definitely not a nice boy at all.
As she approached, she heard Adela whisper "No, I don't. Please leave."
"C'mon," Jonny replied, his voice seeming both suave and greasy at the same time. "Do you really think anyone's going to want a fat chick like you? You know this is your only chance to get some."
"I... I don't want..." Adela said, backing away.
"Really, you should be flattered that I'm offering this at all," Jonny said, advancing.
Kyreen loudly cleared her throat. Without even turning around, Jonny said, "Fuck off, bitch. This doesn't concern you."
In an instant Kyreen struck. Jonny had only time to let out a single yell before he was sucked into Kyreen's gullet. Her stomach, already round and bloated, rounded out and bloated up even more. The hefty schoolteacher burped, and then sighed in disgust. "Somehow even greasier than he sounded..." she murmured, pointedly ignoring Jonny's protests within her. It wasn't that hard; the extra pounds that Farah had added to her middle muffled him very well.
"Are you alright, Adela?" Kyreen asked.
"Oh! M-Miss Delato!" Adela stammered, somewhat in shock due to what she'd just seen. Then realizing that she'd be asked a question, she added, "I'm fine! Really! But... thanks."
"It's no problem, dear," Kyreen answered with a smile. "He had no right to say those things to you. You are beautiful and you do have worth."
"Oh. Thank you," Adela responded, blushing at the praise. There was a slight pause as the two simply stood in front of the complex. Jonny, much as he tried to get anyone's attention within Kyreen's bulging belly, was simply ignored.
"Is there anything else you need?" Kyreen asked.
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