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(This series, though not necessarily this chapter, contains Female WG, overeating, involuntary stuffing, F/F romance, spanking, and F/F sexual situations.)

It was a typical high school biology class, with posters of the digestive system, taxonomical classifications, and even some live mice in a cage. The class was in the middle of a 6-week segment on the human body, and very few were even paying attention, until the teacher wrote two words on the board – “Fat Cells.” This caused some amount of tittering from the students, which annoyed the teacher, because she thought some might be directed at her.

Valerie Beaumont didn’t consider herself fat by any stretch of the imagination. She had B-cup breasts and, while her abdomen wasn’t that of a personal trainer, it didn’t stick out either, not that one could tell right away from her somewhat frumpy blouse. Her hips were a little wider than expected for someone with her frame, and her butt cheeks were a little rounder, but not by much at all. However, the below-the-knee skirt she wore only seemed to accent its size, rather than conceal it. And, since she was in the presence of high school kids, many of whom were positively skinny, she did not doubt that some of the laughter was at her expense. She brushed a loose strand of brown hair back behind her ear and continued.

After 40 minutes of explaining the process of storing fat, diagramming the parts of fat cells and looking at slides of hibernating bears, the bell finally rang to the relief of students and teacher. As they filed out of the classroom, Valerie gathered her things, since it was the last period of the day. As she bent down from her chair to look in her bottom desk drawer for something, she heard a quiet voice behind her. “Excuse me, Ms. Beaumont?”

Turning to look, she saw Claire Thompson, a sophomore, standing there nervously. She was one of the aforementioned skinny students, though Valerie imagined that she wasn’t one of the ones who had been laughing. She was very shy, and hardly spoke up in class. Even now she was standing there, her books weighing a good fraction of what she weighed. She had a flat chest, and narrow hips, so that her pleated above-the-knee skirt, button-down shirt and v-neck sweater (all in the school’s colors) just hung off of her.

Valerie realized Claire had had a prime view of her butt when she’d been bent over. Sitting up straight, she said officiously, “Yes, Miss Thompson?”

Claire squirmed in place a bit as she said, “Um, you said that the lipocytes replicate when they’ve stored enough fat. So, how do they know when it’s time to do that?”

Valerie was impressed that this shy young lady was eager enough to learn that she actually came up and asked her teacher a question. With a smile, she explained the process she was asking about, inviting her to sit in a chair opposite Valerie’s desk. As Claire set her books down, Valerie noticed a few pens topped with frilly pink fuzz sticking out of a red, heart-shaped notebook. Claire had more questions, and before they both knew it, two hours had passed.

Looking up at the clock, Valerie said, “Oh my, I didn’t realize I kept you so long. Do you need a ride home?”

Looking at the clock herself, Claire gasped quietly. “I’m sorry, Ms. Beaumont, I didn’t realize I was keeping you so long!” Shifting in her chair, she added, “Um, yes, I usually take the school bus across town, so I don’t have a way to get home.”

“Don’t worry, Claire, I’ll drive you. It’s the least I can do.”

Once they each got their books together, they walked out to the faculty parking lot. The school was largely abandoned, though there were some sports being played in the fields, since there was still an hour or so of daylight left.

Valerie led Claire to her car, and the two got in, putting their books in the back seat. It was an economy model, since Valerie didn’t make a heap of money as a teacher, and refused to dip into a trust fund she had except in emergencies. Pulling out of the lot, they made their way across town.

While she was driving, Valerie said, “You know, if you are seriously interested in biology, we can schedule weekly tutoring sessions. I would be happy to do it.”

Claire looked up and beamed. “Oh , that would be great, thanks!” Valerie had to admit that she had a beautiful smile, her blonde locks framing her face.

“It’s a deal then. We’ll meet for an hour after school on Wednesdays. Is that a good day for you?”

“Yes, it is. I don’t have much of a social life.” Claire closed her mouth tightly, not knowing why she’d said that.

Soon they’d arrived at Claire’s house. Claire got out and retrieved her books for the back. “Thank you, Ms. Beaumont! See you tomorrow.”

As she turned to walk up to her house, Valerie couldn’t help but look at her figure. As she stared at Claire’s retreating non-butt, she couldn’t help but imaging how it’d look with a few more pounds on it.

Shaking the thought from her head, Valerie put the car in gear and drove home.

* * *

The week rolled by, and Valerie’s class moved on to other organs and systems in the human body. When Wednesday finally showed itself again, Valerie was eager for the class to be over so she could have her tutoring session with Claire. Finally the bell rang. She gave the typical rushed, last-minute reading assignments to the retreating students that teachers always seemed to do. Soon enough she was left alone with Claire.

When Claire approached the desk and set her books on it, Valerie practically lit up. “How was your week, Claire?”

Claire responded shyly, “Oh, not bad, Ms. Beaumont. What should we talk about today?”

Right to business! She seemed to know what she wanted, even though she was a little shy about asking for it. “Well, we should cover any areas you, the student, have questions or are having trouble with. Though from your test scores, I would guess it would not be more the latter.”

Claire blushed in a manner that Valerie though was very cute, and said, “Thank you, Ms. Beaumont. I guess I would like to talk about the transition of oxygen and carbon dioxide between the respiratory and circulatory systems.”

They started discussing that particular topic, with Valerie eagerly asking questions, drawing on the board, and checking Claire’s notes. The last activity involved Valerie leaning over Claire, almost touching, so she could point out errors and clarifications to her.

At one point Valerie looked up at the clock and realized they’d just spent three hours at a one-hour tutoring session. She said, “Claire, I’m sorry to say we went over again. I can of course give you a ride home again.”

Looking at the clock, Claire replied, “It’s okay, Ms. Beaumont. I told my parents that I had a tutoring session after school, and I might be late.”

Valerie was relieved to hear that. Then she had an idea. “Well, then, why don’t we go get something to eat? That should beat reheated leftovers when you get home.”

Claire thought about it, and nodded. Valerie said, “Excellent! I know just the place, and it’s on the way.”

They went outside and got into Valerie’s car, and drove off. As they were headed to the diner, Valerie wondered just what the heck she was doing. As the tutoring session went on, she found herself attracted to Claire on more than one occasion. And now she was taking her out on a date. Not a date, she reminded herself, just post-study nourishment. Riiiiight.

They arrived at the diner and headed inside. The hostess saw them to a table, probably assuming them to be related in some way. They each picked up their menus and thought about what they’d have. Valerie noted that everything on the menu was fattening to some degree.

As Claire looked over the items on the menu, she gasped quietly at the prices. As a 15-year-old high school student, she didn’t have a lot of money. Her parents provided all the necessities, but just adequately. She had spent her allowance for the past two weeks on a lovely pink tank top with glittery decorations on it. She only wished she filled it out better.

Valerie saw Claire’s apprehension, and guessed what it might be. Putting her menu down, she said, “Claire, it’s okay, order whatever you’d like. I’ll pay the check.”

Claire looked a little nervous as she said, “Are you sure, Ms. Beaumont?”

Valerie smiled and said, “I am sure. I’ll just write it off as a teaching expense.” That was probably not possible, but Valerie wasn’t concerned about the expense due to the money she had tucked away. “And we can dispense with the ‘Ms. Beaumont.’ We’re not in school right now, so feel free to call me by my first name – Valerie.”

Claire looked even more nervous at the suggestion, but gave it a try. “Okay…Valerie.” Claire smiled a bit as she realized they’d broken down something of a barrier between them.

The waitress arrived, and Claire ordered a burger and fries. Valerie ordered some Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes and corn, and an order of four mozzarella sticks as an appetizer. “To share,” she said. The waitress left, and they engaged in more biology talk.

Soon the appetizer arrived, and Valerie took one onto her tiny plate, saying, “Help yourself! I can’t eat all of them.” Claire took one onto her plate, and began to eat it.

Valerie watched Claire eat the deep-fried cheese, and was a little mesmerized by how she put the stick in her mouth and took a tiny bite. It was very cute how she retrieved wayward strands of cheese from her lips with her tongue. By the time Claire had finished, she’d only eaten half of her own. As Claire was obviously debating whether to have another, Valerie said, “Go on and have another. I’m still working on this one.”

Tentatively, she took another mozzarella stick. She finished it with her small bites as Valerie managed to finish her first. Knowing Claire would think it odd if Valerie just told her to eat the last one all by herself, she cut it and offered half to Claire. At about the time they both finished eating their cheese, the waitress arrived with their meals, and took the appetizer plates away.

Valerie said, “Eat up!” and took a bite of the Salibury steak. “Mmm! Everything they make is so good here!”

Claire took a bite of the burger, feeling the hot juices run to the corners of her lips. She nodded her approval as Valerie took a bite of the mashed potatoes and watched her eat with sidelong gazes. She watched until Claire was nearly done her burger and fries, and Valerie was a little more than half finished her own meal.

Then she decided to go into action. “Oh, it was so good, but I’m so full from having a late lunch. Would you like to try some of this?” Valerie moved the plate over next to Claire while moving the nearly empty burger plate aside. Valerie sat back and wondered what Claire would do.

Claire looked at it, and suggested, “Maybe you should get a box for it…”

“Oh, the thing with that is, I would likely forget about it until it went bad in the fridge and I’d have to throw it away. So you are actually saving me that heartache later on. Go ahead.”

Valerie smiled as Claire got her fork and took a bite of each. “See? I told you it was good! Have as much as you’d like, and hopefully we won’t have to waste too much food.”

That last comment got to Claire. She was taught from an early age how big a sin it was to waste food. She took another bite, then another, until it was all gone. Valerie just smiled and pretended to be checking her phone for email while she watched her eat every bite.

When she put her fork down, Claire was extremely full. Though no one could see it, her stomach was distended enough to make her concave midsection become ever so slightly rounded. She started to scooch out of the booth when Valerie said, “No dessert? That’s okay, though they have some pies that you should try next time you’re here.”

Valerie paid the check, and soon they were in the car on the way to Claire’s house. On the way, Valerie said, “You know Claire, you are such a gifted biology student. I feel I’m shortchanging you with only one tutoring session per week. Are you free after school on Mondays and Fridays as well?”

Claire was surprised and flattered by Valerie’s assessment of her. She replied, “Thank you, Ms. Beaumont! Um, yes, I can also come Mondays and Fridays.”

Valerie smiled as she pulled in front of Claire’s house. After retrieving her books, she said, “Thanks again, Ms. Beaumont. See you!” Again, Valerie watched Claire’s hindquarters as she went up the walk, before driving home.