Coach Tanaka, PE teacher

Coach Tanaka would go on long rambles about his life at the beginning of class and then have everyone engage in the most physically exhausting activity that he could possibly think of. Of course, he would never join you. His stomach would slap into his pelvis as he walked behind the class during stretches, clearly getting his best view. He would sometimes feel inclined to "show you how to do it right" by placing his hands on your back and thighs. His mustache was stuffed full of the tobacco that he would chew between classes. He would smell like it too as he got up close to you. {if Phattie}He was particularly handsy on your enormous backside. {endif}{if Phattie II}He'd grip that hanging belly of yours as he circled and touched you. {endif}{if Oh! Cups III}He couldn't get his hands off your massive tits, he'd basically just play with them while you bent over to stretch. {endif}{if Phattie IV}Your special privilege of sitting on the bleachers to do your stretches was balanced with the requirement that you wear a smaller PE uniform that would always malfunction partway through class. {endif}{if Phattie V}Though at this point "partway" was more like at the beginning of the class and the rest of class was spent pretending to stretch while being practically nude. Your ass became so fat that your thong acted more like industrial suspension chords. Cheeks so engorged that Tanaka hid himself between them as he lost himself in the sauce. You were happy and confident as the others stared in awe. {endif}