Bayroot Academy Part 2.75

It’s dinner time and I’m getting hungry again, despite being so full only a couple of hours earlier. Ross left a little bit ago to get himself something to eat when Cam showed up. My belly rumbles kind of loudly.

“Damn dude, you want to go get some food? I’m assuming you’re tired of fucking pizza by now.” Cameron offers. He’s lying on his bed eating cheese sticks and playing with his huge gut. His arms and legs are chunkier than they used to be, but a huge portion of his fat is in his ball belly. He doesn’t really wear shoes anymore because they’re starting to get hard for him to tie.

“Yeah I’m tired of pizza, but I have special plans for dinner tonight.” I say.

“Oh are you and Quarterback Lardass going for a round 2?” He asks suggestively.

I say, suggestively, “Yup, something like that.” And get up to go to Mr. Cox’s room, putting on my shoes just to show Cam that I still can. I don’t like the way he makes fun of Ross’ body, I think he’s just holding a grudge because he gives really good belly rubs and Ross always makes him do it when I’m not around.

I knock on Mr. Cox’s closed door and hear him yell “Come in”. I come in and the beautiful Mr. Andrew Cox is standing by the soft serve machine, putting on his ruined shirt back on and whipping ice cream off his mouth and double chin. It’s obvious he just had his lips around the nozzle. I used to think Mr. Cox was the single most attractive man on earth, but I was so wrong. The Mr. Cox in front of me now, the one struggling to adjust his shirt over his tan, stretchmarked belly, is the man I think I’ve always wanted.

“Oh hello Connor, I’m glad to see you’ve come to take advantage of my offer,” He informs me.

“Well I think you were right when you said I needed some help. I talked to Ross about it today and he agrees with us.” I say.

“It’s good to have supportive people in your life,” He tells me. “You never know when you might need someone to have your back. Anyways you can make yourself at home, turn on some music if you’d like.”

“Okay thanks Mr. Cox,” I say appreciatively.

“Please Conner, call me Andrew,” He instructs.

“Okay, Andrew, thanks again for this.” I say and take off my shirt, making myself at home. I’m hoping he’ll take this as an invitation to do the same. I feel so guilty because I have a commitment to Ross, but nothing’s wrong with a little lust, right? I put on some music and turn around to go to the back machines and I see that Andrew has taken off his shirt again. He’s already working on that soft serve dispenser again. His eyes are closed and he’s gulping down the creamy coldness much faster than looks comfortable. His swollen gut’s resting on the counter and when he can’t suck down the ice cream fast enough, it starts dribbling out of his mouth and onto the heavy mass. He stops after a long while to catch his breath, and bends over with his hands on his knees. I can tell he’s not wearing any underwear; his fat ass is sticking out of his sweatpants.

“Aren’t you going to eat? Or are you going to stand there stare,” Andrew inquires between breaths.

As a response I happily walk over to the french fry machine and turn it on, letting the warm fried potatoes fall into my mouth and all around my body. I close my eyes and greedily chew. I’m in bliss. The fries fill my mouth and I chew quickly, having gotten really good at chewing lately. I glance for a second to see what Andrew’s doing, and he’s back on that soft serve nozzle. I enjoy the moment, taking everything in. All I smell is grease and all I taste is salt, but I want more. I feel like an animal, or an addict. All that I’m sure of is that I need these fries in my mouth and heading down to my stretched stomach. I don’t know how long I go before I stop, having to bend over and catch my breath the first time. There’s a large pile of fries up to my knees that my mouth missed. I start shoveling handfuls of them into my mouth, too invested in these potatoes to notice anything else. I turn the machine back on and slip my head under the dispenser.

“CONNER, come feed me!” Mr. Cox commands, snapping me out of my french fry frenzy. I look over at him and he’s sitting on the floor with his pants around his ankles. He’s jammed the soft serve switch to where it won’t stop flowing and ice cream is overflowing off the counter and pouring all over his body. A portion is going into his mouth, but most of it misses. I’m very confused because he has his sizable cock in his hand and I think he just told me to come feed him. I stare and try to assess the situation.

“Um, I think I’ll ju-“ I start, trying to find a way to get myself out of here before I refuse and he breaks my limbs.

“Are you deaf? I need you to COME HERE and SHOVE a churro my mouth! Don’t test me kid, I’ll fail you if your hot ass isn’t over here in 10 seconds!” He demands. As a faculty member I guess he won’t sit on me, but he will blackmail me. But I can’t fail out of school; Bayroot is the best thing to ever happen to me, and it’s where Ross is. So I run over to him as best as I can with my bloated gut flopping around and grab a handful of churros from a warm basket and stuff one into his gaping mouth that’s almost overflowing with ice cream. He doesn’t close his mouth to chew and the food’s getting all over his fat cheeks. The ice cream coming off the counter is covering him down to his thighs and a lot of it is melted, making him a cold, fat, sticky, slippery man. As much as I hate what’s going on, it’s what I have to do and I shove the second churro down his throat. He starts playing with his dick, using melted soft serve as a lubricant, getting more intense as I feed him more quickly. He’s slapping his hard cock against his gigantic gut and he moans as he swallows. “MORE” He demands. I give him another one that he devours. I give him what he needs, I give him more. He keeps going, his belly and tits jiggling with each stroke of his hand until; finally, he comes all over his quivering body. He relaxes and breaths heavily.

“Thanks Connor, I really needed that. You can go if you’d like, but I look forward to seeing you here tomorrow after class.” Mr. Cox tells me with a sadistic smile. I can’t take him seriously, he’s covered in a pile of melted ice cream with more dribbling into is open mouth. He starts licking his fat arms. I’m somewhat disgusted with how hot I find all of this and grab a bucket of tacos to bring back to the dorm. I rush out of the room without saying anything.

Just as the door is about to close he says, “Oh, and by the way, if you tell anyone, I’ll fail that fat little ass of yours.”

I stumble back to the room, I’m a mess. Luckily Cam’s still out getting dinner, probably with Larry, so I get into my bed and cry myself to sleep after relieving myself and finishing the horrible god’s bucket of stolen tacos.