I was almost out of breath by the time I made it to Miss Caroline Bianca’s Italian class. Don’t ask me why I was taking Italian lessons, but suffice to say that it was a pretty popular class with most of the boys at school. I was just lucky enough to have a knack for the language, but not lucky enough to have any classes that were near it. With any luck I would have time to work on that Econ paper before third period.
Miss Bianca was a gorgeous Mediterranean woman at 22 years old. Best way I could describe her physique was slender and shapely. She had smooth olive skin, sleek black hair, and brown almond shaped eyes. She could’ve been a Milanese runway model if she didn’t want to be a teacher.
It was just seconds before the last bell that I sat down in class. Miss Bianca’s class had a strict “Nessun inglese” policy unless it was an emergency, but by now everyone knew how to answer roll call in Italian. Of course, it was when she got to my name that things started to happen. The second I answered her with a prompt “presente”, a gurgling could be heard in her stomach.
“[Oh! Excuse me,]” she said in Italian, “[Must not have eaten enough for breakfast this morning! Alright class, if you could open your textbooks to the next chapter, we’ll begin learning our participles.]”
Try as I might, I could barely pay any attention to her lecture. All through the class I watched as her sleek and slender body inflated before my non-believing eyes. This time most of her growth was situated squarely within her bottom. What was once a pert and perky peach was rapidly transforming into a gelatinous jiggling pumpkin. I watched her elephantine hips and thighs pop the seams of an overstuffed pencil skirt. The rest of her was growing as well, but nowhere near as quickly or as huge as her bountiful booty. Her skirt then suddenly transformed into a tight pair of black yoga pants with the words “Succosa Mamma” printed across the rump. By the time her body finally finished fattening up, Caroline Bianca now looked like a 400 pound bottom heavy goddess.
My heart lodged up in my throat. A teacher has a crush on me.