Mason sighed as he moved his arm to cover his growing boner. He was sitting in history class, learning about some kind of ancient civilization or something. The only thing he was focused on though was his teacher Mr. Hart. He was fresh out of college and looked to be around 24 years old. He had medium length brown hair that he slicked back over his head. He had piercing brown eyes that almost matched the color of his hair perfectly. His only facial hair was a thick mustache that kept him from looking 18. His young features and strong arms made him look like a major frat bro. The only thing that kept him from being one was his growing midsection. When school started in August, Mr. Hart had a flat stomach. But as the months progressed and his life got more sedentary, Mason began to notice his shirts getting tighter around his gut. You could hardly even see it unless he was sitting, and it would begin to roll over his belt, or if he reached up to grab something, and his shirt would be pulled tight, giving mason a perfect outline.
Mason constantly daydreamed of feeding Mr. Hart until the buttons on his shirt pop off. But he could never do something like that. There's no way Mr. Hart would even let him. So he just daydreamed.
as thanksgiving break came to a close, and Mason began to head back to school, he couldn't help but think of all the food Mr. Hart probably ate, shoveling plate after plate of thanksgiving feast down his throat. He sat down at his desk and hid another boner under his sweatshirt as he continued thinking about it. His boner poked up even more when Mr. Hart walked in though. Mason was right. Mr. Hart had definitely stuffed himself silly over break. His shirt that used to only give an outline of his stomach when he reached for something now hugged his gut in all the right ways. It looked two sizes too small with his meaty arms filling out the sleeves, his juicy pecs filling out the chest, and now his expanding gut was filling out the rest.
Mr. Hart began teaching and Mason didn't listen to a word. All he could focus on was the perfect belly standing at the front of the classroom. He imagined himself slowly unbuttoning Mr. Hart's tight shirt and rubbing the perfect gut underneath. "Mason..." he moaned. "Mason!" Mr. Hart yelled. "Are you paying attention?" Masons face grew red. "Uhhh yeah. Sorry." Mason said shyly.
later that night, Mason knew he needed to act on this daydream or he would be too horny to function. He thought of a few options.
