Kyreen DeLato was a teacher at Appleraw High. Her family origins starting in Brazil, she had lovely tanned skin and long brown hair, as well as some of the cutest eyes around. She was very good at her job, having straightened out some of the schools toughest classes since she showed up about four years ago. But not everything regarding her job was so positive. She was fat, as in obese. She didn't mind, in fact she loved knowing how large she was, and few people seemed to mind.
However, it did cost the school a good sum of cash, something that she always felt bad about. It was for a large replacement of chaires around the school. Misty's rear was infamous for crushing furniture, and often much more. She was a bubbly and playful kind of person, so she often found herself sitting herself down on tables and benches while striking a conversation. But the destruction costs were nothing compared to her voracious appetite.
Kyreen's stomach had a good hold on her mind. As a child her family would often go grocery shopping multiple times during the week to satisfy her cravings. She remembered once ruining her brothers birthday by devouring all the snacks, and a few of the decorations while he and his friends were still saying hello out front. Every day she ate about nine large meals, and a regular light snack usually consisted of something as big as a stuffed roast turkey, with a six pack of soda to wash it down. The school was unfortunate to be one of few with a decent cafeteria, meaning that Kyreen would often make multiple visits during the day, taking advantage of her free meals as a teacher.
Even though she was this gluttonous beast, Kyreen was still well respected amongst the staff and more well behaved students, to whom she was very protective of. Even if extreme measures had to be taken at times.
You see, Kyreen was a very friendly woman, but she wasn't above certain punishments, even if some would usually deem them murder. Kyreen ate people. She loved how they tasted, and she loved how they squirmed as they entered her belly, and how they struggled violently as her stomach began to churn them. She could easily say that people were her second favorite food (spaghetti was still the king). But she wasn't a monster, Kyreen had a big heart. She only ate people who deserved it. She fondly remembered several people who had tried to break into her apartment, the abusive husband of one of her friends, and numerous students whose parents were clearly setting the wrong example.
While almost all her victims were swallowed whole, she recalled a few times when she went about it differently. She remembered one fellows who she chewed. The taste lost its charm, the blood was a bit much to clean up, and above all, it was hard to make him stop screaming. Another time her victim fell to her death while running from her. Recognising the princinble of the matter, Kyreen had some lovely sandwiches for lunch the next day. Above all, she knew that almost all people would look down on her for what she did. But she also felt that the very fact she could do this gave her some right. Who else would have dealt with that damn wifebeater? Besides, she was very charismatic, so getting caught almost never happened.
Kyreen's latest victim was Farah Pardon. Though not quite in her teens yet, Farah had proven herself to be worthy of the obese woman's wrath by tormenting her students. The little terror had actually stolen at least two bikes, and gave a student a black eye just for saying he still collected Yu-Gi-Oh cards. She was pulled into the trap when Kyreen kept her in after class. She slurped up Farah's last pigtail as the nightmare child was sent to her final Detention.
"How dare you!?" Kyreen could barely make out from within her many pounds of fat, "You can't do this to me! I'm only a kid! You fat witch! What makes you think my parents will let you do this?"
Kyreen chuckled at the brats misery, "How dare I? How dare 'you'? You think I like cutting your life short like this? You think I'm that obsessed with eating that I wouldn't care? I may be the cannibal here, but you're the monster. You kicked dirt in Glen's face. You stole Sam and Becky's bikes. You beat up on pretty much everyone at least once, and not to mention half of the things you've said. As for your parents? If they care enough to come looking for you, and judging by how you act that is unlikely, I'm sure I can arrange a little family reuinion" She patted her sloshy tummy contently as Farah began to beat about and scream for help.
The woman tried to pull her shirt over her belly again, failing miserably, as she headed out the door, locking up the class and heading to her car as she jiggled her tummy around playfully, much to Farah's dismay. She made her way to the bus stop, she knew she'd be eating Farah today so she left her car at home.
As she waited for the bus to reach her apartment complex, she wondered how many servings of dinner should have to celebrate yet another bully gone from the world.
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