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Chapter 3
“Enjoy your winter break everyone,” a very protuberant Dawn wished to her students as they hurried out of the classroom. As the end of her first semester as a teacher came, it was hard to deny how much she’d changed. Dawn’s chin had doubled, and a third chin had begun creeping into view. Her arms had lost their skeletal-ness, nowadays jiggling with every step as packets of flesh clung on. Her chest had grown significantly, breasts outgrowing bras quite regularly, and her armpit flesh pushing its way out of any top that didn’t have extra fabric. Her gut had taken a brunt of the gain, sticking out over a foot in front of her, pushing uncomfortably into any table or desk she decided to stuff her face at. Dawn’s hips and ass pushed the boundaries of regular seats, and Cynthia had even taken her aside to showcase her custom, reinforced office chair. Dawn’s thighs bulged, making Dawn feel very self-conscious whenever she wore her signature decency-challenging skirts. Dawn’s skirt had become incredibly wide, needing to be able to fit around her enormous waist. Even Dawn’s calves and ankles looked unrecognizable from what they’d been in mid August when the semester had begun.
Dawn waddled her increasingly hefty self to her desk, where she had a bag of Alcremie cream enhanced pastries hidden in a drawer. “Finally...” Dawn grunted as she took a donut and stuffed it in her pie hole, moaning euphorically as the flavor hit her taste buds, finding her hands unconsciously rubbing her distended belly.
After the contest demonstration, the thoughts of dieting and gym exercise disappeared from her mind, instead just drowning her embarrassment in front of the student body with more and more food, especially of the Alcremie cream enhanced variety. Dawn finished devouring the donut and sighed contentedly, running her hands over her expanded form. All things considered, the old me would be freaking out if I knew I’d gotten so fat that I weighed 286 pounds. But it really isn’t so bad. I get to eat all of the yummy foods I could ever want, guilt-free, plus there’s another fringe benefit to it all.
The door opened and Dawn put on a big smile, expecting Conway to emerge, but instead, the enormous figure of Headmistress Cynthia waddled through the door to her classroom. Dawn focused on Cynthia’s signature waddle and constant shortness of breath whenever doing any sort of physical exertion, almost impressed that a woman of her size could still do the day to day needs of an academy headmistress. Cynthia had continued to grow wider as the school year led on. Cynthia’s neck had disappeared under various jowls of blubber, her shoulder fat came out of even her best-fitting clothes, and her trench coat hadn’t buttoned up in months on account of the fact Cynthia’s enormous, sagging breasts and ridiculously voluminous apron of fat called her belly made it impossible the buttons would meet on her person ever again. Cynthia’s pants looked more ridiculous every day, and seeing the Headmistress needing to unbuckle her belt had become a fairly regular occurrence, especially when Dawn snuck into the school office and saw Cynthia spending alone time with Max Alcremie and its stupidly high-calorie cream tendrils.
“Happy winter break, Cynthia,” Dawn greeted with a smile.
“Yes... *huff* happy... *huff* winter break...” Cynthia said with a strain.
“What brings you my way? I figured you’d be getting your last few minutes with Max Alcremie before Conway takes it away for winter break,” Dawn asked.
Cynthia giggled, forcing the jowls of fat on the 564 woman’s face to jiggle noticeably. “I don’t think I can take anymore from it. Who do you think it was feeding for the past hour?”
Dawn smiled, seeing Cynthia’s incredibly enormous belly hanging in front of the headmistress. “Point taken. So what brings you my way?”
“I hear you have a dinner date with Conway tonight,” Cynthia said.
Dawn smiled proudly. “Yes I do. There aren’t any fraternization policies I’m breaking, are there?”
“No, you two are fine. I was just curious how you felt about your body,” Cynthia explained.
“My body?”
“More specifically, your weight,” Cynthia answered.
Dawn shrugged. “Well, the me from when I got here would be freaking out at how much I’ve let myself go. But now I’m...” Dawn paused, smiling. “...pretty content with the way things are.”
“I only ask because I think you’re still a bit skinny for Conway’s tastes. If you’re uncomfortable at this weight, I don’t want any issue to arise when you’re bigger,” Cynthia said.
“I’m inevitably going to get bigger?” Dawn asked.
Cynthia indicated herself, all 564 pounds of glorious flesh, and shrugged. “I have a feeling the feasts he caters for the staff will pale in comparison to what he’d have at his mansion for his significant other. Have you seen the size of his assistant?”
“I have,” Dawn said with a nod. “With her around I’ll always feel skinny, even if I gain 100 more pounds.”
“What about 200?” Cynthia asked.
Dawn shrugged. “I don’t know about that, Headmistress.”
Cynthia smiled a knowing smile. “Sure...”
“Anything else?” Dawn asked.
“No, just have fun and I’ll see you at the Christmas party next week,” Cynthia said, hauling her blubbery self back to the classroom door, which opened perfectly in time as Dawn heard the signature intensity of Conway’s voice, making Dawn’s heart flutter.
“Make sure you come hungry to the Christmas party, Headmistress,” Conway said as he held the door for Cynthia.
“Oh Conway, I’m always hungry,” Cynthia said before cackling at her own joke.
Dawn’s mouth began watering and she licked her lips. “Mochi...” Dawn chanted lowly.
The door closed and Conway entered with two tins of Pecha Mochi in his hands. This is what I LIVE for.
“How’s my ‘contest princess’ doing today?” Conway asked with his creepy smile that had become rather endearing to her of late.
“She’s hungry,” Dawn said with a smile.
“As she should be,” Conway said, going right behind the desk and opening a tin quickly. “Open wide...” Conway said in a voice that would’ve made her spine shiver with fear, but Dawn noticed a very different reaction from her nether regions.
Dawn opened her mouth and let Conway place a few pieces of mochi in it. She began munching happily, feeling the intoxicating taste of the Pecha Mochi hit her senses. She barely noticed as Conway’s other hand found her enormous gut. So fucking good.
“I only brought two tins so you’d have room for dinner tonight,” Conway explained.
After swallowing the portion of Pecha Mochi, Dawn gave him a skeptical look. “You think that will matter?”
Conway smiled wickedly. “You say that now...”
Dawn felt her loins quicken and a wicked smile came across her face.
***
Three hours later, Dawn was at the grand dinner table of Conway’s mansion, a dozen empty plates in front of her as she leaned back, helpless to the massive belch developing in her abdomen. “So full...” Dawn groaned as she felt Conway’s hand begin rubbing her exposed belly.
Dawn hadn’t bothered to go home and change, so her usual outfit she’d bought larger sizes for just the prior week looked ready to blow. Dawn’s shirt rode up her belly, exposing an inch above her belly button, something that would normally concern Dawn if she wasn’t so ridiculously full and bloated.
“BUUUUUURP!” Dawn fired from gut, easing a good chunk of the discomfort in her belly.
“Just keep burping it out Dawn,” Conway said, trying to sound soothing but sounding more like the villain in a scary movie.
A very cut, very rich, villain with unlimited access to tasty food. Conway’s soft caress made Dawn feel like putty in his hands. Her drowsy eyelids lifted to locate the fifth beer Conway had served her.
“Let me get that for you, Dawn,” Conway said. He continued caressing her packed gut as Dawn heard him grasp the can. Moments later, it was at her lips, and Conway tilted it, letting the bitter, carb-heavy beverage into her mouth. Dawn’s stomach groaned in protest, but Dawn didn’t dare stop to displease Conway. We’re so close, he’s finally got to take the next step...
Once the beer can had emptied, Dawn sighed with relief, letting out another, softer, burp. Conway gave Dawn’s belly a soft pat before opening his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Dawn,” Conway began.
Dawn smiled. Finally. “You’re not looking too bad yourself, stud...” Dawn cooed, ignoring how revolted her past self would be at the idea of calling Conway “stud.”
“Thank you, my princess,” Conway said, getting up. “Now, before I get dessert going, I think there’s something I need to take care of.”
Dawn eyed him lazily, seeing his lips come together and leaning in to kiss her. Dawn closed her eyes, letting his lips touch hers, and reciprocating his kiss with the resulting sound filling the air like the cherry on top of a perfect sundae. Dawn smiled as she opened her eyes, seeing Conway’s own grin, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like a second and an hour at the same time.
Then Conway lunged, colliding with her fat. The two began making out fiercely, Dawn moaning in a bloated, sensual bliss as Conway’s hands worked their magic around her blubbery body, pinching her various folds, caressing her belly, even cupping a feel of her covered breast as their tongues danced. Dawn’s womanhood yearned for more.
When the two finally came up for air, Dawn smiled lasciviously. “It’s awful hot in here, didn’t you say it was always cooler in your bedroom?”
“Why would that be-” Conway finally understood what Dawn meant and cleared his throat. “You know what, that’s a fine idea, my princess...” Conway said, adjusting his glasses.
How genuinely Conway said “princess” to her made her absolutely melt with desire. Dawn extended her hand, partially to get him to show her to his bedroom, but also because she was so bloated she was going to have a difficult time getting out of the chair by herself. Conway lifted her up with his muscular arms and led her down a couple hallways, Dawn just drinking in the sexual tension underlying the silence.
Conway presented his very well kept room, but Dawn had only one desire on her mind: The bed! Conway led Dawn, thighs rubbing together in her usual waddle to the bed, sharing another kiss. “My princess, get settled, I’ve got a surprise in store for you.”
Dawn smiled wickedly as Conway went into the master bathroom and closed the door. She got up with no small effort, feeling like a bowling ball rested in her stomach. Dawn began getting all of her clothes off, showing her naked, 286 pound form. She then waddled to the bed, resting her head on the pillows, her bare belly sticking up like a mountain.
When Dawn heard the door open, she heard a gasp. “Like what you see?” Dawn asked, feeling the five cans of beer guiding her words.
“Y-yes, Dawn...” Conway said, still sounding completely in awe.
“Then why the hesitation, stud?” Dawn asked, wiggling her jiggling mass erotically.
Dawn saw him adjust his glasses, getting composure back on track. “I didn’t think a princess would be so forward on the first date.”
“So we didn’t come in here to fool around?” Dawn asked.
“Not quite...” Conway said, a knowing grin coming across his face. He began making his way to the bed, but Dawn held up her hand to signal him to stop. “Shirt off, lover boy. Your princess orders it.”
Conway smiled and bowed his head. “Whatever you wish.”
Conway’s shirt was gone in a minute, his incredibly toned physique looking even more desirable in the dim lighting of his bedroom. Conway crawled onto the bed and kissed Dawn, groping her flab as he did.
“So what’s the surprise?” Dawn asked.
Conway smiled wickedly. “Max Alcremie!” Conway called.
The floating wedding cake form of a pokemon hovered in from the bathroom, coming closer to the bed.
“I can’t let my princess waste away...” Conway said.
Dawn smiled, opening her mouth. “Yeah, I was starting to worry...” Dawn bit her lip as her blood boiled with arousal. Moments later, a sweet, creamy tendril made it into her open mouth. Her thoughts turned to mush as the delectable cream and the sensual gropes, caresses, and feels of Conway’s hands on her blubbery self took over. Conway kissed way from her cheek to her neck, making Dawn’s womanhood gush with even more desire as the second tendril slithered into her mouth as well. Her stomach groaned in protest, but even if Dawn said no, she knew her word would not be respected by Max Alcremie, which surprisingly made Dawn even more turned on. Dawn prayed her stomach would be able to keep up as she swallowed more and more rich cream. Her whole body glowed with pleasure as Conway’s kisses moved to her breasts while his hands moved to her inner thighs. Please Conway, I’m begging for it...
Conway’s rigid muscles felt like steel against her gelatinous body. Conway’s hand crossed the threshold of her lower lips, causing Dawn to moan in ecstasy. His hands began working their magic as his kisses traveled down her belly, to her fupa and then...
Conway’s tongue massaged the outer parts of lower lips teasingly, making Dawn squirm with arousal. She coughed suddenly, as she’d forgotten to swallow, and felt Alcremie's warm cream dripping down her chins and onto her flab-coated shoulders. The disruption to her cream consumption gave Dawn time to finally speak. “Oh Conway, don’t stop...” Dawn pleaded.
Conway did as ordered, pressing his tongue into her womanhood as his hands continued working their magic on her. It didn’t take very long before she was ready to blow.
“Conway, dear... please... I neeeeed you...” Dawn begged.
A two second gap followed, and she felt his manhood enter her womanhood. “Yeeeeesss...” Dawn hissed as unparalleled pleasure emanated from her womanhood.
“Conway, I’m gonna...” Dawn felt her voice go an octave higher as a tidal wave of euphoria crashed over her, numbing every sense but pleasure.
When she came to from her haze of pleasure, she saw Conway leaning over her distended, bloated belly. “Round two?” Dawn asked.
Conway adjusted his glasses and smiled. “I was hoping you’d never ask, my princess...”
Dawn readied for more, but Conway paused suddenly. “Dear?” Dawn asked.
“My princess, you don’t mind Max Alcremie feeding you during times like this, do you?” Conway asked.
Dawn giggled. “It makes it even hotter...” Dawn then signaled Conway to come close, which he obeyed, letting his muscular form land onto her protuberant middle. “I know you like bigger girls.”
Conway shrugged, still smirking. “I’m not able to hide it very well. But you don’t mind getting bigger, do you?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “Well, I’d let myself get as fat as you want, as long as you put a ring on this finger,” Dawn said with a smile as she held up her hand.
“Consider it done,” Conway said, sealing his promise with a kiss. “Do you have a max weight you wouldn’t want to pass?”
Dawn felt herself blush. “As long as I’m your princess, I don’t think there would be a max.”
Conway’s jaw dropped in shock. “So you’d let me fatten you up as much as I’d want?”
Dawn nodded, a fierce desire in her eyes. “Right.”
“As fat as Cynthia?” Conway asked.
Dawn nodded.
“Even...” Conway gasped. “700 pounds? Bigger?” Conway could scarcely believe what he was hearing.
Dawn’s hand she held up for her ring proposal then grabbed his six pack. “As fat... as you... want.” Dawn pantomimed a kiss.
“My queen!” Conway yelled joyously, thrusting himself back in her dripping pussy.
“Yes! Rail me Conway, you fucking stud, RAIL ME!” Dawn bellowed as he took her.
***
Looking out at the academy‘s battlefield on a hot summer morning, Dawn groaned in discomfort, feeling another bead of sweat begin dripping down her forehead. It was the last day of school, five months since Conway and herself had started dating and become unofficially engaged, and Dawn’s weight had only continued to blossom. Clad in a cheerleader outfit per her fiance Conway’s request, Dawn blushed at the thought she was probably the fattest cheerleader Sinnoh had ever seen. Dawn had continued rapidly expanding all over, her neck had been swallowed up by multiple chins, she’d become incredibly stout with an enormous belly overhang, and her breasts had blossomed along with the rest of her. Conway had gifted her a new, extra wide office chair with added reinforcement for her incredibly wide, beach ball ass cheeks. Her thighs, which had become Conway’s favorite body part to grope and kiss besides her womanhood, had become pale, creamy, masses of flesh that rivaled some of the larger women on staff. The 484 pound teacher smiled as she saw her beloved Conway make his entrance onto the battlefield.
“And now Jubilife Academy students, welcome your battle theory teacher, Conway Backlot!” Cynthia’s voice came from the loudspeakers. At the middle of the battlefield, the Headmistress had grown significantly in the meantime, second only to Dawn, rested in her mobility scooter, bought courtesy of Conway. The near 650 pound former champion’s belly sagged almost to her knees while seated, with an even more massive ass.
Dawn cheered wildly, waving her pom-poms excitedly. “You got this, honey!” Dawn cried out.
Conway waved to his bloated, beloved, beauty, blowing her a kiss.
Standing next to Dawn was another incredibly fat teacher, Candice. Candice had recently crossed the 500 pound threshold, the only things that resembled her gym leader look were her pigtails and her outfit, the same white blouse and beige skirt, just increased a few dozen sizes as they had to cover Candice’s pear-shaped body. Her hips rivaled Cynthia’s in width and girth, and her thighs even made Dawn a tad jealous as she’d caught Conway stealing a glance at them. By the time this summer’s done, my thighs will be even bigger.
“How many trips do you and Conway have planned for summer break?” Candice asked.
Dawn shrugged, causing her excess shoulder blubber to shift lightly. “Well we have like four cruises scheduled, a week in Lumiose City.”
“Isn’t the wedding on a cruise?” Candice asked.
“Yes, you’re still coming, right?” Dawn asked.
Candice nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, the whole staff will be there. Conway’s paid for all of our trips!”
Dawn smiled. “We wouldn’t want it any other way. That’s not the only thing. He got us the “All You Can Eat” meal plan, and has paid extra for the buffets to be open for more hours, so we’ll be able to stuff our faces all day and all night.
The hum of another mobility scooter came up from behind Dawn and Candice, with Dahlia’s hulking form sitting on the overwhelmed seat. Dahlia’s gain had gone mostly to her enormous belly, which on her near 600 pound form rivaled Cynthia’s. Dahlia’s top resembled a bedsheet more than actual clothing, and she’d given up wearing pants after destroying another pair a couple weeks back. “So how do you think Conway will do against this new Headmistress?”
“Geeta’s her name, right?” Candice asked.
“He’ll kick her twiggy butt,” Dawn said confidently.
Maylene waddled up to the group to get a better view of the battlefield. Maylene was in the 450 pound range, all to her lower body, with her breasts looking comically small compared to the rest of her enormous form. Her sumo-wrestler belly stood out, as her tank-top barely covered her belly button. Her hips, ass, and thighs were even larger than Candice’s even though she was a good 60ish pounds lighter. Not for long. “Hey, just because you’re retiring after today doesn’t mean you get to be mean to her in front of us,” Maylene teased.
Dawn smiled. “I’m not retiring, I’m just going back to being a full time coordinator,” Dawn explained. That’s if I can still walk when this summer is over, which I’m starting to feel like isn’t happening. Dawn felt her womanhood begin to drip with more arousal at the thought. Not now... Dawn felt blood rushing to her cheeks.
“Oh it’s so hot out here,” Irida complained as she waddled over to join the group of teachers. Irida’s shorter stature combined with her 511 pound body weight gave her an incredible frame. Her belly and breasts were the stars of the show, and her elegant, model-esque face had been swallowed up by fat. Dawn noticed the enormous history teacher still had some ice cream hanging around her multiple chins, indicating where she’d been. Probably the fifth time today.
Dawn turned to greet Irida, but saw the jiggling janitors, Mars and Jupiter, both nearing 600 pounds and having a hard time staying on their feet for longer than fifteen minutes at a time as of late.
“Dawn, I haven't heard from Cheryl recently, how’s she doing?” Dahlia asked.
Dawn smiled, remembering the merciless, hour-long feeding session Cheryl and herself fell victim to the prior night. “She’s doing really well, never been happier,” Dawn said. She also hasn’t been able to walk for the past month.
“You sure your fiance’s eyes aren’t wandering off her way?” Candice teased.
“I’m not worried at all,” Dawn said with a knowing smirk. Until she was bigger than Cheryl, Dawn had no issue with Conway having his fun with Cheryl’s 703 pound form. I can’t be Conway’s true queen until I’m the fattest woman in the household, which gives me something to strive for. Not to mention Cheryl is a test run for what will be needed when I’m her size. Dawn’s wicked grin appeared to quiet all further questioning. “Plus Conway’s getting a new assistant to take over Cheryl’s duties. Some stick of a woman named Marley. The hiring gives Conway and I someone to fatten up to give us a hobby over the summer,” Dawn said, realizing she’d been rubbing her exposed gut.
“Well aren’t you just the luckiest gal in Sinnoh,” Dahlia said before burping loudly.
Dawn smiled, returning her focus to her studly fiance. “Oh yes. Mrs. Conway Backlot...” Dawn said, sighing with content.