CHAPTER 1

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When our teacher first told us she was pregnant
everyone was surprised because she didn't really plan on having kids.
But this was a dream to come true for me. I couldn't even believe it at first.
And from this day I made it my duty to enjoy this time for as long as I can.

5 months later our teacher, Ms Marté was in her 8th month of pregnancy.
She was a beauty to behold. Although she had just mere A cups
before she was pregnant, her boobs grew to an astounding C cup.
She usually wears black or grey cotton jackets that show
her ever growing bump. Her growing sphere already hangs low
which lets me to believe she's having a boy. To my luck,
she is wearing shirts that not only let you see her rack
but also cling to her belly so every curve is emphasised.
And I also like the fact that she is wearing high heels.
Doing non-preggers stuff while preggers turns me on.
Although she is in her late 30s, she still looks like 25.
The pregnancy made her skin look much younger than before.
She has brown, shoulder-length hair that she mainly wears as a ponytail.
Ms Marthé also possesses the most beautiful natural face in the world.
Being in her 8th month, she will soon go on maternity leave.
But I was smart enough to take candid videos of her the last few weeks
when luck was on my side. She will leave our school 1 week from today.

Today is Wednesday. I am on my way to school now.
Ms Marthé always comes to school at around 7:45 am.
Knowing this, I took my time walking to school only to bump into her
to help her carry her bag. My plan has worked again when I saw
Ms Marthè's car parking. She opened the car door, slowly coming out
of the car while holding her belly. She wore one of her pre-pregnancy jeans
and a black v-neck shirt with a grey coat.
I came up to her and greeted her with a nice smile.
"Morning Ms Marthè. Do you need any help carrying something?"
She replied with a smile: "Good morning Richard.
I would really appreciate it if you could carry my bag."
I came over to her and took her bag. We then walked to the staff room.
Ms Marthé asked me how I was doing. I told her I was fine.
So I asked back how she and her baby are doing.
She replied with a smile: "Well, Emilia and I are doing pretty well.
But to be honest, I feel like a beached whale. Things are harder to do now
and Emilia is kicking a lot lately. She's quite the active one."
I told her: "That's good to hear. Maybe she will
become a soccer player someday." She laughed and said amused:
"Maybe she will since kicking is what she's best at."
We stopped at the staff room. Ms Marthé said:
"Thank you for your help, Richard. I'll see you later in history."
"Ah... it was nothing Ms Marthé. I like helping people in need. Bye."

A few hours later my history lessons started.
History has become my favourite subject. Mainly due to Ms Marthé
being our history teacher. All the students waited
in front of the classroom for Ms Marthé. I taught it would be a good idea
to make a quick candid video of my milf-to-be teacher.
Ms Marthé finally arrived in the hallway.
I already started recording with my smartphone.
She came down the hallway with a sensual walk.
For her size, it's amazing she isn't waddling. I've hidden my smartphone
in a pocket so it doesn't look too suspicious.
I focused the camera on her humongous abdomen.
She said hello to us and opened the classroom.
When she entered the room first I tried to keep up with her
so my camera could record her side profile.I was lucky I had a front row seat.
Ms Marthé was putting her bag under the table and was about to sit down.
When she descended her butt cheeks onto the chair her boobs bounced
for a second. My eyes had the perfect view of her pelvic area.

Being able to see her huge belly with her belly button showing through
her black shirt. Her big belly forced her to sit with her legs split apart.
During the entire history lesson, I was so horny that I would have
fucked her right in the classroom and ram my stiff hard cock
into her tight pussy. But I was smarter than that.
We were tasked with writing an essay and while we were doing that
Ms Marthé was busy with her work. She occasionally stopped
and rubbed her belly for a while. Her hands sensually touched
her beach ball sized belly and moved in circles.
After our history lessons were over, I looked at my phone that was hidden
and stopped recording.

Our class planned a goodbye party for our teacher before she is leaving.
So we talked with Ms Marthé about that for a few minutes.
Ms Marthé winced for a second and looked surprised.
A girl from my class asked her: "Ms Marthé are you alright?"
She replied to her with a chuckle: "Don't worry. I'm fine.
It's just that Emilia seems to be awake again.
She's been kicking a lot for a while now.
Probably because her home is getting smaller and smaller now..."
Some girls from my class asked her if they feel the baby move.
Ms Marthé happily agreed to their request.

I was dying to touch her belly. But I didn't ask because I would
probably look like some intrusive pervert. So I just ignored them.
Before I was leaving the room Ms Marthè was calling me:
"Hey Richard. Would you also like to feel the baby move?
Don't worry about it. I don't mind it." I looked around the room
and noticed that everyone left already. So I nervously agreed.
"Umm, s-sure I'd love to!" Ms Marthé giggled and I walked to
her desk. She sat there with me having the perfect view of her
now great looking rack. She smiled at me and slowly
pulled up her black shirt. Surprisingly enough, her belly was
completely barren of stretch marks. My hands slowly landed
on her enlarged abdomen. Her skin felt really tight.
Like a balloon that was ready to burst. My hands were
carefully caressing her belly. I moved my fingers around
her belly button which must have popped a long time ago.

I almost couldn't contain my excitement.
Ms Marthé noted that: "She's kicking right now,
lay your head on my belly if you like." I felt like this was heaven.
My head descended onto her belly. My ears were
concentrating to hear something from her womb.
At first, I couldn't feel anything. Then suddenly bulges
were forming on the surface. "Wow... amazing..." I whispered.
After each kick I could hear sloshing sounds coming from
Ms Marthé's belly. The baby even kicked my cheek to which
Ms Marthé reacted with laughter: "Hahahaha... did she just
kick you Richard?" I told her baby:
"You're going to be a soccer player, aren't you?"
Ms Thielé was amused by this. I lifted my head back up
from her beach ball sized incubator.
When we were leaving the room I offered her to carry her bag.
She said: "Sure you can. I feel like the bag is getting heavier
every time I lift it up."

Both of us left the room and I helped Ms Marthé
carrying her bag to the staff room.
Before she left I asked her one question that came into my mind:
"Ummm... Can I ask you something Ms Marthé?"
"Sure you can Richard!" she replied.
"Not to be intrusive, but are you having a boy or a girl?
Because it looks like you're having a boy!"
Ms Marthé was laughing and replied:
"Don't be silly. You aren't being intrussive. Many people asked
me if I would have a boy because I'm so big. But as I told you
a few weeks ago I'm having a girl and we'll name her Emilia."
"Oh right, I must have forgotten this. My mistake."
I told her with an awkward laugh. She said: "It's fine.
Well I have to go now Richard.I'll see you on Friday."
I told her reliefed: "Ok, goodbye Ms Marthé."

CHAPTER 2

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It's been 2 days since my exciting experience with Ms Marthé.
Today is Friday. And the good thing is we have English lessons with
Ms Marthé on Fridays. She comes to school at around 9:30 am tough.
So carrying her bag was out of the question today.
Anyway, the bell rang and my math lessons started.
After my math lessons were over, we had a short break. I was already
excited for English. My classmates and I were waiting in front of our classroom.
You could hear Ms Marthé's high heels a mile away. So I always knew
when she was coming. Today she wore a black cotton coat and a flowery shirt.
She wore a pair of her non-maternity jeans. Her jeans were strained to the point
where they could pop off any time now. But I must admit,
she always finds the best outfits.
When she reached our class we greeted her and she greeted back.

As usual, I started recording Ms Marthé's life-giving body.
We entered the room and everyone sat down. Again, I couldn't be luckier
sitting in the front row, always being able to see the enormous
baby bump under her desk. Her outie was clearly visible now.
She sat down, her boobs bounced on impact.
She untied her hair and threw them back.
Before we started our lesson, she wanted to know what happened
on our school trip yesterday. Ms Marthé decided to sit on her desk
while we were talking about our little trip.
Ms Marthé sat there facing us with her legs slightly apart.
One hand was slowly stroking her belly while the other hand
was on the desk to support her ever increasing weight.
When we finally started with biology Ms Marthé returned to her chair
and we went on with English. Sometimes Ms Marthé was standing
up to write something on our whiteboard. While she was writing,
her other hand was holding her back and sometimes stretching
herself, letting out a quiet moan.
After English lessons were over, I headed to the cafeteria
to get some food.

The line at the cafeteria was pretty long. But I had time.
Then Ms Marthé entered the cafeteria.
She was looking at the line and looked a bit annoyed.
I immediately called her and said: "Hello Ms Marthé.
Would you like to go before me? The line is pretty long."
Ms Marthé said with relief: "Oh Richard you're my hero! Thank you."
"And what are you getting Ms Marthé?" I asked out of interest.
She said: "Well, I guess I'll take 3 of these muffins and maybe 2 pieces of
this cheesecake... and maybe 1 a little pizza. Then I might get some
Mountain Dew."
I had a baffled look on my face. Ms Marthé laughed and said:
"Hahahaha... when you're eating for 2 you start having some
crazy cravings!"

While she was ordering her food I put out my phone and selected my camera.
She was looking for money in her handbag.
I took the chance and shot some pictures of her cleavage.
It still amazes me how her tits went from an A to a C
and still growing. They look so ripe and firm. Just screaming to be milked.
No one noticed me taking candids. Ms Marthé paid and sat down at a table
eating her lunch. I got myself a sandwich and a bottle of water.
Since I was taking extra lessons in history most of my friends
are already at home. So I decided to sit next to Ms Marthé
and give her company.

"Ms Marthé, do you mind me sitting here?" I asked her.
"No. Please sit down. I like having company." she said.
Still baffled at the amount of food she ordered, she starting
treating her cravings and stuffed herself with 3 muffins, 1 small pizza,
2 slices of cheesecake and 1 can of Mountain Dew.
While we were eating we talked a bit about school and stuff.
My eyes went straight to her belly when I heard a popping sound.
Ms Marthé looked down at herself and saw that her jeans button
has popped off. The new free space in her pants was immediately
taken up by her long overdue-looking belly.
"Oops... guess I over did it a little bit...
This is embarrassing." she said with an awkward laugh.
Seeing her sit there with her pants bust open made me
already hard again. I had to control myself. But It just got worse
when I saw bulges forming on her belly...
"Oh... looks like she's awake again. She must have noticed
her home expanding a bit." Ms Marthé said with a chuckle.
She then started rubbing her beach ball sized womb.
With her legs spread apart she asked me:
"Hey Richard... could you massage my belly a bit?
Maybe this will calm her down a little..."
I was in a trance. How could I be so lucky?

Without hesitation, I agreed to her request and moved
my hands on her tight and hard sphere.
My hands sensually caressed her skin.
Ms Marthé flinched at her baby's kicks. "Nnnrrgh...
can't believe this has to go on for 5 more weeks..."
I was touching the places where her baby was kicking...
Slowly moving around these areas. Ms Marthé
was enjoying this. She let out a soft moan: "Ooooohhh...
this feels great... you're really good at this Richard!"
Smiling at me, I was blushing and let a nervous thank you out.
When the baby finally stopped kicking, I moved my hands
away from her belly and she pulled her shirt down.
Since our lunch break was over anyway we decided to go to our
classroom.
While we were walking through the hallway Ms Marthé
was suddenly stopped by a strong kick from her baby.
"Ooohhh... she's kicking my bladder again. I'll be right there."
she said while going to the restroom.

After she returned me and the other students were waiting
in front of our classroom. She unlocked the door and we
followed her into the room. Everyone sat down and prepared
for history. All this time, I couldn't concentrate because
I was only thinking about Ms Marthé. When Ms Marthé
saw me just sitting there she asked me: "Richard?
Is something wrong or why aren't you working?"
I replied: "Oh, sorry Ms Marthé. This task is just a bit tricky."
She then told me: "Well, If you need help just come to me."
I was telling myself to stop thinking about her and just
concentrate on my work. But having a teacher that looks
like a goddess makes it 10 times harder. After school was
over I headed to the elevator. Before the elevator closed
I saw Ms Marthé rushing around the corner.
I immediately stopped the door from closing and
invited her in. The elevator was small and had 5 people inside
already. Ms Marthé tried to squeeze her
gigantic bump between us. Her belly was pressing against
my torso. If I wouldn't have worn jeans I would have pitched
an 8 man tent already. She held my arm
when the elevator started moving down. I sensed a tickling
sensation on my torso. I looked down and saw that Ms Marthé's
baby is going wild again. "Oooofff... she really doesn't
know when to stop..." she said exhausted.
To be honest, if no one was in the elevator
and if I could get away with it, I would have fucked
her silly right now. When the elevator reached the basement
I said to Ms Marthé: "Ok, goodbye Ms Marthé. Enjoy your weekend."
She replied with a wink: "Yeah, I'll see you on Monday sweetheart."
My heart stopped. Did she just call me sweetheart?
Now I couldn't hold it any longer. I rushed to the bathroom,
closed the door and started pumping my python.
I made quite a mess in the cabinet, but it was worth it.

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