mason giggled with excitement as he snuck into the teachers lounge. He got to school early to enact his plan. He made sure the coast was clear before unzipping his backpack and taking out two dozen donuts. He sat them on the table and left a note that read, "feel free to take a few!" His pants began to get tighter as he walked to class, dreaming of Mr. Hart eating every single donut he brought.
as the bell rang and everyone sat down, Mason almost exploded when he saw Mr. Hart walking in with 3 donuts stacked on a napkin. His plan was working! Mr. Hart took attendance while trying to quickly scarf down the donuts, calling names between bites. Mason continued to watch Mr. Hart's belly move around the classroom as he taught. He watched it bounce ever so slightly with each step. He watched Mr. Hart rub it when he sat down. He watched the tight buttons on his shirt struggle to contain the mound of fat that was forming behind them. Mason was in heaven.
Mason continued his donut plan, bringing a few dozen every day, and watching as Mr. Hart walked into the classroom holding a few. One day he walked into with five! No matter how many donuts he brought though, they were always gone by the end of attendance.
Even though Mason could see Mr. Hart eating the donuts, it seemed like nothing had changed. His shirt was still tight, and his belly was still prominent, but it had stopped growing. Mason knew he would have to step it up. One day, instead of putting the donuts in the teachers lounge, he put two dozen donuts on Mr. Hart's desk. He left a note from the principal about a reward for his incredible performance. A big fat lie, but he would believe it. Mr. Hart's eyes grew wide as he noticed the boxes on his desk and read the note. He grinned a little as he opened the box and began attendance. He ate a few during attendance but Mason could tell there was still a lot left. Mr. Hart passed out a worksheet for them to do and sat back down at his desk. After a little bit of hesitation, he grabbed another donut. Mason watched in horny excitement as he continued to eat the fattening feast. The first dozen was gone in no time, and Mr. Hart tried to silently open the second box, but Mason noticed. He hadn't even started his worksheet yet. He was way too busy watching Mr. Hart stuff his face full of donuts.
by the end of class, both boxes were gone, and Mr. Hart was laid back in his chair rubbing his gut. Mason knew this plan would work much better. But Christmas break was coming up, and he wouldn't be able to bring Mr. Hart donuts for almost a month. Mr. Hart probably wouldn't struggle to eat over break though...
