chapter 2

She had not noticed the headmistress return to the class until she looked up to see the Miss LaFey looking expectantly at her and the rows of students staring rigidly forward with their backs straight and their hands clasped as if they had been sitting obediently like that the entire time.

"I said, what do you have in your hands, Liara?"

Liara's bottom lip quivered, she scrunched the paper into a tighter ball in her fist.

"N-nothing, Miss."

But the headmistress would not relent and now she was moving towards her.

"Well it's clearly something," Miss LaFey said, pursing her lips. "Now give it here."

Reluctantly Liara handed over the drawing and watched as the headmistress studied the page with an unreadable expression on her face.

The tension in the room was palpable, it felt like every single girl was holding her breath, braced for Miss LaFey's reaction. Although it was humiliating to let the headmistress see this piggish caricature of her, Liara could not help but secretly feel pleased that her tormentors would soon face the wrath of Miss LaFey.

"See me after class," Miss LaFey said quietly.

Liara's could feel her jaw sinking into her extra chins as her mouth fell open in surprise.

"But Miss -" she began to protest, spluttering at the injustice of it all.

"See me after class." Miss LaFey repeated. Her tone was so final that that all Liara could do was nod her head in mute resignation.

When they were finally alone in the class, Miss LaFey sat down at her desk and removed her glasses. Somehow her features seemed softer, less severe without them and Liara realised that the headmistress was younger than she had originally thought.

"You don't really fit in with the other girls. Do you, Liara?"

The headmistress' tone made it sound less like a question and more a statement of fact so obvious that it hardly warranted a question mark. Or a reply.

"I often notice you sitting alone," she continued without waiting for a responce. "But that's not all I've noticed. I've noticed the way you pour out of that uniform. I've noticed that you are always late for my class because you can't resist stopping at the bakery for a doughnut. Or six. I've noticed you sneaking extra helpings in the lunch room. I've noticed you cramming sweets and chocolates into your greedy mouth in class when you think I'm not looking. Are you really such a hungry girl? Are you really such a gluttonous pig that you can't go a single hour without stuffing your fat face?"

Wide eyed, Liara stared at Miss LaFey in disbelief. No one had ever spoken to her like this before let alone a teacher. She was trembling, her layers of fat quivering as the headmistress approached her.

"You've got a big appetite but it all adds up, doesn't it? All those sweet little treats, all those extra helpings. And you know what they say..." She traced her finger tips over the girl's lips. "A moment on the lips - a lifetime on the hips."

Liara unconsciously bit her lip where the headmistress had touched her. Miss LaFey could not help but smile at that. It was always a sure sign that a piggy was hungry. Or horny.

"Stand up and let me see you."  The headmistress commanded.

The sound of her chair scraping against the wooden floor was deafening in the silent classroom.

"Mmm, you really are a big girl, aren't you?" Miss LaFey said approvingly, taking in the sight of the fat girl's corpulent body as she circled her.

"Now, put your palms flat on the desk and lean over for me."

Liara did as she was instructed, her palms sweaty against the varnished wood. She did not think to question Miss LaFey, she felt only an overwhelming desire to please the headmistress that seemed somehow as natural to her as breathing.

As she leaned forwards her already short skirt rode up to reveal her full, round backside. She blushed at the thought that Miss LaFey could see the decidedly unsexy pair of control top panties that she wore in a feeble attempt to stop her big blobby belly bouncing and jiggling.
"They're all I have that fit right now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She did not know why she felt apologetic.

Miss LaFey tutted but her smile grew wider. She knew from the moment the girl had entered her office that she was the perfect submissive. It was just too adorable. "No, I suppose they don't design cute little panties to stretch over the big, wobbling backsides of fat girls like you."

Liara gasped as the headmistress slid her panties down past her thick, thunderous thighs and felt them drop to her ankles. She felt the heavy hang of her belly beneath her as, free from the confines of the control top underwear, it oozed out from beneath her shirt.

She heard the click of the headmistress' heels as she walked back towards her desk and removed a heavy piece of black slate from the top drawer.

Liara had to grip the sides of her table to stop herself trembling. She stared up at Miss LaFey, vulnerable and exposed as she was, she searched the headmistress' deep blue eyes for some hint of what she planned to do to her.

Miss LaFey placed the black slate infront of Liara and handed her a piece of chalk.

"Your punishment is fifty lines: "I will not make a pig of myself." You may begin now."

The girl's hands were shaking so much that the chalk crumbled and broke when first she tried to write but soon she formed the letters "I will not make a pig of myself."

She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she wrote but there was something else: the words sent a hot thrill through her and made her shiver delightfully. She scarcely had time to wonder what was wrong with her before she gasped at the sensation of the headmistress' wooden pointer trace it's way up the inside of her thick, creamy thighs.

She squeeled in surprise more so than pain the first time Miss LaFey brought the cane down hard on her wide, cellulite dimpled ass. She blushed at the sound the cane slapping her flabby ass cheeks and the way he whole body wobbled and jiggled at even the gentlest of spanks.

Liara gritted her teeth and continued to write

I will not make a pig of myself.
I will not make a pig of myself
I will not make a pig of myself
I will not make a pig of myself
I will not...
I will...
I...
I...

Soon the headmistress' blows became so intense and forceful that Liara did not have the power to suppress her cries and her writing had become an illegible scrawl before she collapsed against the desk.Tears ran down her round cheeks and chins, she could feel the painful heat of her pale flesh marked red by the cane.

But the headmistress was not done with her yet. She pushed the girl's plump thighs apart and was greeted by a gratifying rush of wetness as she entered her.

"You twisted little slut," Miss LaFey chuckled as she thrust inside the girl's hungry cunt.

Liara moaned in pleasure as the headmistress fucked her. It was not until she looked down at her hand gripping the table that she noticed something strange: her already plump fingers were beginning to swell.

But by that time she was too far gone. Too lost in pleasure to notice that her full breasts were swelling and spilling out of her bra. She did not care as the already straining buttons of her shirt gave way and popped off one by one as her belly surged forth,
- soft, heavy and round - flopping onto the table. She did not hear the table creaking and groaning over her own cries of ecstacy as it struggled to support her growing girth.

It was not until she climaxed, her whole body jiggling around the headmistress' fingers as she came that Liara returned to her senses.

She scrambled away from Miss LaFey, her whole body turned to a rippling ocean of blubber at the movement. She clutched the tattered remains of her school uniform around her naked fat body in a feeble attempt at modesty that only made the headmistress laugh.

"Wha- what have you done to me?" She demanded.

"Your punishment was fifty lines or fifty pounds. You did not complete the fifty lines so you left me no choice." Miss LaFey said simply. "But I must confess, I am not wholly disappointed. That extra weight looks good on you, piggy. And I'm sure the next fifty will look even better."

Liara flinched at the word "piggy" and backed away from the headmistress a little more until she stumbled into another desk.

"But how... how could you?" Liara shook her head. "I don't understand how this can be happening."

"Shhhh," the headmistress said soothingly. "You do not need to understand. It felt good. Didn't it? Just like it feels good when you stuff that greedy belly of yours so full that it aches. But that ache is all the sweeter when it comes at the hands of another. Just as excitement and fear can coexist, there can be pleasure in pain. And also in the surrender."

Liara stared at Miss LaFey and or a fleeting moment she wondered if the headmistress' eyes had always been purple but it didn't really matter. Nothing seemed to matter anymore except pleasure.

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This is just a quick one shot that I wrote based on an idea I had for my main characters from My Lady's Story meeting in an alternative universe and I couldn't resist writing it. Hopefully it doesn't come across as too self indulgent and it is intended to be read and enjoyed as a stand alone but if you did like it then I would love it if you checked out My Lady's Story or any of my other stories that explore similar dynamics (although most of them are WIPs).