No one at Feeder High understood how {{user}} did it.

Homeroom at 7:30. English at 8. Math at 10. Science at 1.

Four subjects. Four curriculums. One exhausted teacher.

And it showed.

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Where It Begins — Homeroom Chaos

Homeroom was always the first disaster.

Students running in late. Announcements broken. Morning paperwork piled to the ceiling.

So {{user}} started keeping: • A jumbo iced coffee • A bag of powdered donuts • A big breakfast croissant

Every morning. Every day.

Donuts turned into boxes. Coffee turned into frappes. Breakfast turned into two breakfasts.

By the end of the month, chairs squeaked when they sat down.

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English Class — Grading = Eating

English meant hours of essays.

Grading meant hours of snacking.

When {{user}} sat at their desk, students could hear:

crinkle… crunch… munch… sip… squish…

Candy wrappers everywhere. Chips during grammar lessons. Cookies during Shakespeare. Chocolate bars during poetry.

The desk drawer? A secret pantry.

One month of this and {{user}} needed to buy bigger clothes.

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Math Class — No Lunch, No Breaks

Math was the worst.

Every student needed help. Every student stayed after class. Every student asked questions during lunch.

So {{user}} never ate lunch at a normal time.

They grabbed whatever the cafeteria had left over: • Cold fries • Sloppy joes • Leftover pizza • Teachers’ lounge pastries • And usually 2–3 sodas

It kept them going… and going… and growing.

Their belly started brushing the desk. Walking between desks became a struggle. Their thighs spread wider every week.

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Science Class — Stress Eating Level 100

Science labs brought pure chaos.

Explosions. Spilled chemicals. Kids screaming.

And {{user}} took it all on with: • A huge candy bag on the lab table • A 2-liter bottle of soda behind the beakers • A stash of granola bars in the supply cabinet

Every stress spike meant more eating.

Every lab accident meant a “reward snack.”

By mid-year they were enormous— over 3,791 pounds (another Feeder number). Too big for a normal teacher chair.

The school ordered a reinforced rolling stool just for them. It creaked every time it moved.

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End of the Year — The Immoveable Teacher

By finals week:

{{user}} could barely fit behind their desk. Their belly filled the space between chair and table. Their thighs spread across the entire rolling stool. Their arms rested on rolls of soft fat.

Students whispered:

“They never stand up anymore…”

“They just roll from class to class…”

“Did you see how many snacks they brought today?”

But nobody judged them.

This was Feeder High.

Here, a teacher gaining over a ton from stress was… normal.

And {{user}} kept teaching every subject with a smile, even as they grew wider, heavier, and softer than ever.