Being a high school janitor wasn’t the flashiest or brag-worthy job, but it let Jason be alone. He enjoyed cleaning after the school day had finished, when most kids had gone home. He would sweep the floors and listen to his music, enjoying his own little world.
It was another typical school night, various papers and trash sprinkled around the lockers. Jason hummed along to his song and began to pile everything into a trash can. A loud growl made Jason freeze.
Jason paused his music and hesitantly looked for the source of the noise. He heard it again and thought what could make that noise. It wasn’t the furnace or anything in the air ducts, this sounded more wet. He slowly moved to where he thought the sound originated. Stopping outside a door, he read what classroom it was.
Jason cursed under his breath. Of course, an animal would break into the cooking class. He really didn’t want to deal with the animal or the mess it made. He slowly opened the door and readied himself, only to find a single lamp at the teacher's desk emitting a dim glow.
“Ms. Thompson? Are you here?” Jason asked into the room.
The response he got was not words, but far more recognizable then what brought him here. A long, deep moan came from the desk. Jason was unsure what the response was supposed to convey. She sounded in pain, but also in pleasure.
Jason didn’t hate Ms. Thompson but he did find her annoying. He remembered when she got hired, as the chubby and eager new teacher. She loved teaching and baking, as well as interacting with all the students. She seemed like a fun and friendly person.
Soon Jason discovered that she loved to eat. He recalled from his own days in high school that this class was popular because students got to make treats for themselves. But ever since Ms. Thompson started teaching, students would leave the class empty handed. She had definitely gained some weight but nobody dared to say anything.
Jason was hit with a wave of smells as he entered the classroom. He worked with garbage all day so his nose wasn’t the best but this was undeniable. Apple and cinnamon filled the room. It was so sweet he could taste the sugar just by sticking out his tongue.
He slowly walked towards her desk. He saw that the entire desk was covered in two things: pie tins that were licked clean and papers with red marks written on them. Picking up a paper, Jason realized that Ms. Thompson had stayed late to grade some projects. Rather, eat all the projects from her class
This project seemed fairly straight forward. Using the premade crust and filling, students had to bake an apple pie. He picked up some more papers and noticed that each one had been marked with a giant red F. Confused about how so many kids could fail such an easy class, he noticed a confiscated note among the graded papers.
Does this pig not realize that class is too short to fully bake a pie?
With a raised eyebrow, Jason picked up a tray that still had some crust left on the edge. Carefully picking it off, he noticed how gooey it still felt. Jason then thought about how long classes are and realized the student was right. Most, if not all, of the pies would be undercooked.
Another loud growl brought Jason’s attention back to Ms. Thompson. He looked at her, drifting in and out of consciousness with every labored breath. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was covered in crumbs. She winced and groaned as her stomach gurgled loudly. She looked pregnant with twins, her belly having outgrown her shirt. It was red and swollen, ready to burst.
Jason slowly reached out his hand, looking at Ms. Thompson’s pained expression, unsure if she could tell he was there. As Jason’s fingers slowly made their way around her belly, he found that it was rock hard all over. A gentle poke made no indent to the belly.
He glanced back at the door to make sure the coast was clear. Then he looked down at the mess on the desk. Jason counted at least ten pie trays. Jason looked back at Ms. Thompson’s spherical belly. He brought both of his hands to her overstuffed gut.
Jason gently, but firmly, squeezed her belly from both sides, forcing the belly to squish. He jumped back when he realized he went too far and Ms. Thompson's belly began to roar. Her belly sloshed as he saw a bulge go up her throat. Ms. Thompson burped violently, panting afterwards. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth, resting on her crumb-covered lips.
Jason took out his phone and took a picture of the glutton. A memento of her terrible teaching methods that only required the student to make her meals for free. He laughed at how much it backfired on her. She couldn’t move, speak, or digest anything.
Jason gave the overtaxed belly one final slap, forcing Ms. Thompson to burp again, and then began to clean up all the pie trays. Once the only thing in the room that was still messy was Ms. Thompson herself, Jason wandered over to the syllabus and checked when the next big project was.
