An educational experience
Chapter 1
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I was looking anxious at the clock. Only 15 minutes left and recess starts.
But if you suck at biology and don't know what to do 15 minutes feel like
an hour. I tried to act like I would concentrate myself on my task so my
math teacher doesn't call me out. So I did that for the last 15 minutes.
Then the bell rang and I was freed from this boredom.
But luckily it was Wednesday. And on Wednesdays we have grammar lessons.
How is that lucky you may ask. Well, our class teacher Ms. Chartel told us
5 months ago that she was expecting. This message took us all by surprise,
since she was in her late 30s and wasn't really planning on having kids.
But this was like a jackpot for me. I've been attracted to pregnant women
for years. And I couldn't believe that I would have the chance to watch her grow
over the next few months. So I decided to document this special time.
Ms. Chartel was a woman only fairy tales could describe. Her dark brown hair
reached to her shoulders. They were tied to a ponytail most of the time
and her fringe was put to the side. Being in her late 30s she still
looks like she's in her late 20s. Skin that is free of all blemishes,
beautiful dark brown eyes and a natural face that every other women would
die for. Occasionally she wore earrings and necklaces.
Being a teacher, her wardrobe consisted mostly of cardigans with
a matching shirt, high heels and either chinos or jeans.
Fast forward 5 months. Ms. Chartel was in her 8th month of pregnancy.
I witnessed how the pregnancy drastically changed her body.
Her boobs grew from a mere A-cup to an astounding C-cup.
That added some extra womanhood to her god crafted body.
But the most obvious change was her belly. Her belly ballooned up
to the point where her shirtscling to her belly, emphasising every new curve.
And her belly button, which popped a long time ago, sticks out about 1 inch
and is clearly visible through every shirt she wears.
Still clinging to her old wardrobe, Ms. Chartel didn't start wearing these
boring looking maternity clothes. She even still wears her pre-pregnancy pants,
which are now strained to the point, where they could pop off any moment now.
The pregnancy also made her ass a lot more plump.
After recess I made my way to the classroom where we wait for Ms. Chartel
to unlock the door. You could hear high heels a mile away. The fact that
she still wears them really turns me on. Ms. Chartel appeared in the hallway
and walked toward us. Surprisingly, carrying a sphere the size of a beach ball
infront of her doesn't make her waddle. As her due date slowly approaches,
she will have to go on maternity-leave soon. 1 week to be exact.
But I was smart enough to take candid videos of my teacher when
I had the chance. Ms. Chartel finally arrived and greeted us with a little moody
attitude. Today she wore a grey cardigan with a black v-neck shirt,
that revealed her swollen and ripe tits. I noticed that her belly already
hangs low, which leds me to believe she's having a boy.
On a personal level, me and Ms. Chartel have always been on good terms.
I was always an active and well behaved student. I may also be
her favourite student. Me and the rest of the class walked into the room
and went to our seats. Ms. Chartel put her handbag under her table
and sat down, making her boobs bounce on impact.
I was sitting in the middle of the first row, giving me the perfect view
of her pelvic area. After everyone put their stuff out and sat down,
Ms. Chartel said: "Ok everyone. Put out your homework that I gave
you last Monday. I will check if you all have it."
She was looking through her notebook and checked who did his homework.
After that we had to read a few pages from our textbook.
During that time I peeked at Ms. Chartel. Sometimes she held her hand
against her belly for a while and moved it around in circles.
She was sitting there with her legs spread apart, since her belly
took up all the space between her legs. Once we were done reading,
Ms. Chartel was writing on the whiteboard. When she stood up,
she held the underside of her enlarged abdomen and picked up a marker.
While she was writing, her hand moved over to her back.
When she finished she let out a groan and set back down.
Eventually the bell rang and our grammar lessons were over.
We packed our stuff and were ready to leave school.
Ms. Chartel still had something to say before we left.
"Ok, be quiet. I still need to tell you something. Since I'm leaving
next week I wanted to tell you who your new teacher will be.
And it will be Ms. Schmidt."
A girl said: "Wow that's great. I knew we would get her!"
Personally I was fine with our new teacher. But Ms. Chartel
was always my favourite teacher. Most of my classmates left
the room already. A few girls still talked with Ms. Chartel.
A friend and I still had to clean up the class a bit, since it was
our turn for the week now. I heard how they asked Ms. Chartel
what the name of the baby will be and other lame stuff.
"And Ms. Chartel. What are you going to name your baby?"
asked a girl. Ms. Chartel replied smiling: "Well alright. First of all,
I'm having a girl. We're going to name her Nela. Nela was the
na- Ooohhh..."
"Are you alright Ms. Chartel?" a girl asked worried.
"Ohhh... well, looks like she's awake now. She's been pretty active
for the past days. Probably because her home is getting smaller
by each day." Ms Chartel said with a soft giggle. Gurgling sounds
came from the inside of her expanding womb.
"Nela is kicking right now. Do you wanna feel it?" she asked the girls.
At this moment I wished I was one of those girls. I was just dying
to touch her ripe orb of life just once. But I didn't want to ask
since that would be a little weird for a guy.
Ms. Chartel pulled up her shirt, revealing the true beauty of this
magnificent life-bearing dome. Her skin was completely barren
of stretch marks. The girls felt her baby move one by one.
They left afterwards leaving only me and my friend in the class.
My friend left before me and as I was putting the broom back
to it's place Ms. Chartel said: "Hey Richard, would you like to feel
my baby move?" I was frozen. I quickly regained my courage
and said: "S-sure Ms. Chartel. I'd love to!"
Nobody was there, so I tought why not? I approached Ms. Chartel.
She was smiling at me saying: "Quick! She's kicking right there."
I lowered my head slowly onto the surface of her tummy.
I was overwhelmed with what I felt. Her belly looked so soft,
yet it was as hard as a basketball. Then I felt something hitting
my temple. "Ouch." I mumbled. Ms. Chartel laughed and said:
"Oh my god... Did she just kick you?"
I responded to her nervously:
"Yeah. She's kicking pretty hard tough.
Maybe she'll become a soccer player."
"Haha... maybe she will. She's quite an active one."
My right hand was caressing the drum-tight surface of her belly.
I was moving circles around her belly button. Small bulges
were forming on her belly. I was slowly removing my hand and
stood up again. I said: "Thanks Ms. Chartel. It was nice
to experience this."
Ms. Chartel then said: "You're welcome Richard.
And before you leave, would you be so nice and carry my
bag downstairs?" I agreed willingful: "Of course Ms. Chartel.
You should rest yourself."
We left the classroom and Ms. Chartel locked the doors.
We started making our way out of the building.
I tried to start a conversation with Ms. Chartel.
"So Ms. Chartel. What are you planning to do after your baby
is born? Will you come back to school?"
"Good that you ask. I tought about coming back to school.
But things can change you know. Sadly I won't be able to
be at the classes graduation. But I wish I were."
"We understand that. It won't be a problem. But glad
to hear that you may still be a teacher afterwards." I told her.
"Yeah, I wouldn't give up this job so- Nnnnghhh!"
Ms. Chartel suddendly flinched. Her hands quickly grabbed
the expanding stomach. Ms. Chartel looked at me with a stressed
expression.
"Um, I need to go to the restroom real- Uuughhh! Quick.
Nela's kicking my bladder again. I better go now before I- hoooh,
burst." she moaned. Ms. Chartel rushed to the toilets like she
was about to leak anytime now. One of her hands was holding
the underside her belly, the other hand was pressing
against her crotch. My eyes really enjoyed this sight.
After she reached the door of the restroom, she tried to unlock
the door but she dropped the keys.
"Oh shit, if I pick them up now I'm gonna pee myself." she
said in a worried way. I decided to play the hero
and rushed to Ms. Chartel and pick up the keys for her.
Ms. Chartel looked at me and said: "Oh Richard. You're my
new hero!"
I turned a little red and said in a nervous manner: "Pfff...
Just helping people in need... hehehe."
My hands gave Ms. Chartel's now drum-tight water balloon a maybe
little too hard pat. "Nnnnghhh! Hoooo! P-please don't do that."
Then she ran into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door.
You could hear fluids gushing out of her. After 2 minutes have
passed Ms. Chartel then came out of the restroom with a reliefed
look on her face. "Ahhh... much better now... It feels like my bladder
has tripled in size since I'm pregnant. This little devil in here just
wants to make a fool of me. Hehe." she giggled.
I apologized to her for the pat. I don't even know why I did that.
My hands just screamed to feel the hardness and activity inside
Ms. Chartel's womb. "Uhhh Ms. Chartel? Sorry about that pat.
That was a little uncalled for."
"Don't worry about it. It's not like you meant any harm."
she reassured me.
We finally left the building and walked to Ms. Chartel's Prius.
She's kind of an eco. But the nice kind of eco.
Ms. Chartel unlocked her car and turned to me.
"Hey Richard. Shall I give you a ride home?
Just to repay you for helping me so much today."
This day just got better and better for me.
"S-sure Ms. Chartel! Thank you very much."
She smiled at me and said: "Ok, come inside then."
I was sitting down and strapped my seatbelt.
My eyes wear fixed at Ms. Chartel's expanding body.
She slowly sat down holding her enormous bump,
letting out a small moan when finally sitting.
It looked like a beach ball was resting on Ms. Chartel's lap.
But in reality it was just the huge baby resting inside her womb.
She then tried to strap her seatbelt, but had a little trouble
doing so. "Nnnrrrghhh... don't tell me the seatbelt is too short!"
she said. I offered her my help and said: "Uhhh.
You look like you have some trouble.
Do you need some assistance?"
She nodded and said: "Yes please. I can't believe that
my belly will still grow a bit. It's already so huge!"
"I guess that's a sign of a healthy baby." I added.
I helped her strap the seatbelt over her hard belly.
I was a little rough and pulled it over her belly.
"Ooouuhhh... not so rough." she grunted.
"Thank you Richard. It must be a little awkward
helping a pregnant walrus like me."
"No, trust me. I'm glad I can help you. And personally
I don't think you look like a fat walrus.
Somehow you're even more beautiful than before!"
I said proudly. Ms. Chartel turned red and smiled.
"You really think so?" I nodded and she said:
"Wow, you're such a charming nice guy..."
Then all of the sudden Ms. Chartel kissed my cheek.
At this moment I was like a block of ice.
She laughed at me and started to drive.
During the ride I was quiet. I never had so much
interaction with a hot pregnant girl in 1 day.
This was truly one of the best days ever.
As we approached at my house Ms. Chartel
turned to me and said: "There we are.
Thank you for giving me company today
and don't forget your homework."
I swallowed and said: "Sure t-thing Ms. Chartel.
See ya tomorrow!" She smiled at me and said:
"Me and Nela will miss you!" waving at me.
Chapter 1
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I was looking anxious at the clock. Only 15 minutes left and recess starts.
But if you suck at biology and don't know what to do 15 minutes feel like
an hour. I tried to act like I would concentrate myself on my task so my
math teacher doesn't call me out. So I did that for the last 15 minutes.
Then the bell rang and I was freed from this boredom.
But luckily it was Wednesday. And on Wednesdays we have grammar lessons.
How is that lucky you may ask. Well, our class teacher Ms. Chartel told us
5 months ago that she was expecting. This message took us all by surprise,
since she was in her late 30s and wasn't really planning on having kids.
But this was like a jackpot for me. I've been attracted to pregnant women
for years. And I couldn't believe that I would have the chance to watch her grow
over the next few months. So I decided to document this special time.
Ms. Chartel was a woman only fairy tales could describe. Her dark brown hair
reached to her shoulders. They were tied to a ponytail most of the time
and her fringe was put to the side. Being in her late 30s she still
looks like she's in her late 20s. Skin that is free of all blemishes,
beautiful dark brown eyes and a natural face that every other women would
die for. Occasionally she wore earrings and necklaces.
Being a teacher, her wardrobe consisted mostly of cardigans with
a matching shirt, high heels and either chinos or jeans.
Fast forward 5 months. Ms. Chartel was in her 8th month of pregnancy.
I witnessed how the pregnancy drastically changed her body.
Her boobs grew from a mere A-cup to an astounding C-cup.
That added some extra womanhood to her god crafted body.
But the most obvious change was her belly. Her belly ballooned up
to the point where her shirtscling to her belly, emphasising every new curve.
And her belly button, which popped a long time ago, sticks out about 1 inch
and is clearly visible through every shirt she wears.
Still clinging to her old wardrobe, Ms. Chartel didn't start wearing these
boring looking maternity clothes. She even still wears her pre-pregnancy pants,
which are now strained to the point, where they could pop off any moment now.
The pregnancy also made her ass a lot more plump.
After recess I made my way to the classroom where we wait for Ms. Chartel
to unlock the door. You could hear high heels a mile away. The fact that
she still wears them really turns me on. Ms. Chartel appeared in the hallway
and walked toward us. Surprisingly, carrying a sphere the size of a beach ball
infront of her doesn't make her waddle. As her due date slowly approaches,
she will have to go on maternity-leave soon. 1 week to be exact.
But I was smart enough to take candid videos of my teacher when
I had the chance. Ms. Chartel finally arrived and greeted us with a little moody
attitude. Today she wore a grey cardigan with a black v-neck shirt,
that revealed her swollen and ripe tits. I noticed that her belly already
hangs low, which leds me to believe she's having a boy.
On a personal level, me and Ms. Chartel have always been on good terms.
I was always an active and well behaved student. I may also be
her favourite student. Me and the rest of the class walked into the room
and went to our seats. Ms. Chartel put her handbag under her table
and sat down, making her boobs bounce on impact.
I was sitting in the middle of the first row, giving me the perfect view
of her pelvic area. After everyone put their stuff out and sat down,
Ms. Chartel said: "Ok everyone. Put out your homework that I gave
you last Monday. I will check if you all have it."
She was looking through her notebook and checked who did his homework.
After that we had to read a few pages from our textbook.
During that time I peeked at Ms. Chartel. Sometimes she held her hand
against her belly for a while and moved it around in circles.
She was sitting there with her legs spread apart, since her belly
took up all the space between her legs. Once we were done reading,
Ms. Chartel was writing on the whiteboard. When she stood up,
she held the underside of her enlarged abdomen and picked up a marker.
While she was writing, her hand moved over to her back.
When she finished she let out a groan and set back down.
Eventually the bell rang and our grammar lessons were over.
We packed our stuff and were ready to leave school.
Ms. Chartel still had something to say before we left.
"Ok, be quiet. I still need to tell you something. Since I'm leaving
next week I wanted to tell you who your new teacher will be.
And it will be Ms. Schmidt."
A girl said: "Wow that's great. I knew we would get her!"
Personally I was fine with our new teacher. But Ms. Chartel
was always my favourite teacher. Most of my classmates left
the room already. A few girls still talked with Ms. Chartel.
A friend and I still had to clean up the class a bit, since it was
our turn for the week now. I heard how they asked Ms. Chartel
what the name of the baby will be and other lame stuff.
"And Ms. Chartel. What are you going to name your baby?"
asked a girl. Ms. Chartel replied smiling: "Well alright. First of all,
I'm having a girl. We're going to name her Nela. Nela was the
na- Ooohhh..."
"Are you alright Ms. Chartel?" a girl asked worried.
"Ohhh... well, looks like she's awake now. She's been pretty active
for the past days. Probably because her home is getting smaller
by each day." Ms Chartel said with a soft giggle. Gurgling sounds
came from the inside of her expanding womb.
"Nela is kicking right now. Do you wanna feel it?" she asked the girls.
At this moment I wished I was one of those girls. I was just dying
to touch her ripe orb of life just once. But I didn't want to ask
since that would be a little weird for a guy.
Ms. Chartel pulled up her shirt, revealing the true beauty of this
magnificent life-bearing dome. Her skin was completely barren
of stretch marks. The girls felt her baby move one by one.
They left afterwards leaving only me and my friend in the class.
My friend left before me and as I was putting the broom back
to it's place Ms. Chartel said: "Hey Richard, would you like to feel
my baby move?" I was frozen. I quickly regained my courage
and said: "S-sure Ms. Chartel. I'd love to!"
Nobody was there, so I tought why not? I approached Ms. Chartel.
She was smiling at me saying: "Quick! She's kicking right there."
I lowered my head slowly onto the surface of her tummy.
I was overwhelmed with what I felt. Her belly looked so soft,
yet it was as hard as a basketball. Then I felt something hitting
my temple. "Ouch." I mumbled. Ms. Chartel laughed and said:
"Oh my god... Did she just kick you?"
I responded to her nervously:
"Yeah. She's kicking pretty hard tough.
Maybe she'll become a soccer player."
"Haha... maybe she will. She's quite an active one."
My right hand was caressing the drum-tight surface of her belly.
I was moving circles around her belly button. Small bulges
were forming on her belly. I was slowly removing my hand and
stood up again. I said: "Thanks Ms. Chartel. It was nice
to experience this."
Ms. Chartel then said: "You're welcome Richard.
And before you leave, would you be so nice and carry my
bag downstairs?" I agreed willingful: "Of course Ms. Chartel.
You should rest yourself."
We left the classroom and Ms. Chartel locked the doors.
We started making our way out of the building.
I tried to start a conversation with Ms. Chartel.
"So Ms. Chartel. What are you planning to do after your baby
is born? Will you come back to school?"
"Good that you ask. I tought about coming back to school.
But things can change you know. Sadly I won't be able to
be at the classes graduation. But I wish I were."
"We understand that. It won't be a problem. But glad
to hear that you may still be a teacher afterwards." I told her.
"Yeah, I wouldn't give up this job so- Nnnnghhh!"
Ms. Chartel suddendly flinched. Her hands quickly grabbed
the expanding stomach. Ms. Chartel looked at me with a stressed
expression.
"Um, I need to go to the restroom real- Uuughhh! Quick.
Nela's kicking my bladder again. I better go now before I- hoooh,
burst." she moaned. Ms. Chartel rushed to the toilets like she
was about to leak anytime now. One of her hands was holding
the underside her belly, the other hand was pressing
against her crotch. My eyes really enjoyed this sight.
After she reached the door of the restroom, she tried to unlock
the door but she dropped the keys.
"Oh shit, if I pick them up now I'm gonna pee myself." she
said in a worried way. I decided to play the hero
and rushed to Ms. Chartel and pick up the keys for her.
Ms. Chartel looked at me and said: "Oh Richard. You're my
new hero!"
I turned a little red and said in a nervous manner: "Pfff...
Just helping people in need... hehehe."
My hands gave Ms. Chartel's now drum-tight water balloon a maybe
little too hard pat. "Nnnnghhh! Hoooo! P-please don't do that."
Then she ran into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door.
You could hear fluids gushing out of her. After 2 minutes have
passed Ms. Chartel then came out of the restroom with a reliefed
look on her face. "Ahhh... much better now... It feels like my bladder
has tripled in size since I'm pregnant. This little devil in here just
wants to make a fool of me. Hehe." she giggled.
I apologized to her for the pat. I don't even know why I did that.
My hands just screamed to feel the hardness and activity inside
Ms. Chartel's womb. "Uhhh Ms. Chartel? Sorry about that pat.
That was a little uncalled for."
"Don't worry about it. It's not like you meant any harm."
she reassured me.
We finally left the building and walked to Ms. Chartel's Prius.
She's kind of an eco. But the nice kind of eco.
Ms. Chartel unlocked her car and turned to me.
"Hey Richard. Shall I give you a ride home?
Just to repay you for helping me so much today."
This day just got better and better for me.
"S-sure Ms. Chartel! Thank you very much."
She smiled at me and said: "Ok, come inside then."
I was sitting down and strapped my seatbelt.
My eyes wear fixed at Ms. Chartel's expanding body.
She slowly sat down holding her enormous bump,
letting out a small moan when finally sitting.
It looked like a beach ball was resting on Ms. Chartel's lap.
But in reality it was just the huge baby resting inside her womb.
She then tried to strap her seatbelt, but had a little trouble
doing so. "Nnnrrrghhh... don't tell me the seatbelt is too short!"
she said. I offered her my help and said: "Uhhh.
You look like you have some trouble.
Do you need some assistance?"
She nodded and said: "Yes please. I can't believe that
my belly will still grow a bit. It's already so huge!"
"I guess that's a sign of a healthy baby." I added.
I helped her strap the seatbelt over her hard belly.
I was a little rough and pulled it over her belly.
"Ooouuhhh... not so rough." she grunted.
"Thank you Richard. It must be a little awkward
helping a pregnant walrus like me."
"No, trust me. I'm glad I can help you. And personally
I don't think you look like a fat walrus.
Somehow you're even more beautiful than before!"
I said proudly. Ms. Chartel turned red and smiled.
"You really think so?" I nodded and she said:
"Wow, you're such a charming nice guy..."
Then all of the sudden Ms. Chartel kissed my cheek.
At this moment I was like a block of ice.
She laughed at me and started to drive.
During the ride I was quiet. I never had so much
interaction with a hot pregnant girl in 1 day.
This was truly one of the best days ever.
As we approached at my house Ms. Chartel
turned to me and said: "There we are.
Thank you for giving me company today
and don't forget your homework."
I swallowed and said: "Sure t-thing Ms. Chartel.
See ya tomorrow!" She smiled at me and said:
"Me and Nela will miss you!" waving at me.
