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Several hours had passed since she woke, but Layla was still staring at the note that greeted her that morning: “I’m sorry.” is all it said. The condition of the bedroom said more than the note, however; the ties, belts, and shoes belonging to her lover were gone from their familiar resting places, where he would hastily remove them after getting home from work. Layla couldn’t see into the closet from the bed, but she assumed that that was now half-empty too.

Layla wanted more than anything to get out of her bed and to drown her sorrows in whiskey —or ice cream — or sex — but she knew she wouldn’t be able to any of those things, except for eating the ice cream, if someone could bring it to her.

Layla has had to rely on her former lover to help her out of bed for the past month, as she is a very petite woman who is nearly due with triplets. It’s been weeks since she has even tried to move about by herself. Layla is nearly always laying on her side, in her bed, forced to stare at inflating, engorged breasts and her belly, which is nearly the size of the birthing ball set up in the corner of her room. Her once small, almost child-like breasts have grown into mammoths twice the size of her head. To make matters worse, the veins in her breasts and belly have become huge and very visible, weaving an intricate blue-green maze. She hated how she looked, and thought that she might as well be a circus attraction. And since she couldn’t move or leave the house, she never bothered with wearing anything other than her maternity underwear. Shirts and bras were always too tight and uncomfortable for her ballooning stomach and breasts, and they just made it more difficult to get her breast pump attached. The breast pump was another thing Layla hated about her condition. She hasn’t even given birth yet, but she produces so much milk that it just streams out of her thumb-length nipples if she forgets to pump them every morning. Which is a fact that Layla had forgotten due to the horrendous note she woke up to.

After the shock had lifted from Layla, a severe hunger set in, and brought her back to reality. Hunger was a lot more than an inconvenience when you have three people in your womb, and Layla had to think of a way to get some food.

“It’s not like your father is going to bring us any, is he?” Layla questioned her belly. “Fuck!”, she said. “Who do I know that will be free on a weekday morning? I haven’t been able to make friends out here yet, since we moved here right when we found out I was pregnant, and my relatives live on the other side of the country.”

That’s when she remembered that one of her old students in the science class she had taught (her first and last year of teaching, deciding instead to move and raise a family with her boyfriend) had planned to move somewhere near her to attend college. She always remembered that for some reason; one of life’s strange little coincidences: two acquaintances moving to the same area at the same time. Kinda funny, she thought.

Thankfully, she kept her cell phone close by at all times. So, she looked up that student, Tyler, on a social network, and decided to give him a call.

“Hello?”
“Hi, Tyler. I know it’s strange for me to call you, and you might not remember me, but this is Layla Mason. Er, Ms. Mason. I taught a science class you were in a couple years ago.”
“Ah, Ok. I think I remember you. Not to be rude, but why are you calling?” (Tyler actually knew exactly who she was; He had several fantasies about her his senior year. He didn’t let on to that, though.)

“Well, this is going to sound weird, but I remembered you had planned to move out here, and coincidentally, I happened to as well. I moved here with — someone else — but he’s not here right now, and, uh, my uhh… legs are — um… — broken. I really need some help to get out of bed, and I have no one else to call. Would you be able to come to my apartment and help me out?”
Layla was ashamed of her condition, and just couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. How would someone respond to ‘I’m so swollen with children that I can’t even move’?
“Oh. Yeah, I guess I can do that.”
“Great! Thank you so much! And could you do me another favor?”
“What’s that?”
“Um, again, it’s gonna sound strange. But could you stop by KFC and get me two buckets of chicken, a 2-liter of soda, and one of those chocolate cakes they have? You can get yourself something too. I’ll pay for it.”
Tyler was shocked at the amount of food she wanted. She was so tiny the last he saw her!
“Uh.. yeah, sure thing.”
“Great! I’ll text you my address. There’s a key on the ledge above my doorway. I might be asleep when you get here, so just come in. Thanks again!”

They said their goodbyes and closed their phones. Layla was sad, lonely and exhausted. She felt some kicking in her enormous belly, so she moved the blanket off her torso and started rubbing it to calm her brood down. Exhausted from the lack of food, Layla quickly fell asleep, forgetting to pump her breasts, and also forgetting to cover herself up for the company she was expecting.

The change in her dreams was something that Layla actually enjoyed about being so pregnant. It’s like her sex drive is tripled when she’s asleep. Usually, her dreams of her blowing or riding her (ex) lover, or being pounded doggy-style by him. She would have orgasms in her sleep every time. This time was different, though. This time, she was fucking Tyler. In her dream, Layla was aware of this, and was perplexed and a little ashamed. ‘It’s just a dream.’ she thought, and continued with her carnal desires.

Meanwhile, Tyler had picked up the feast that Layla had requested, and had made it to her apartment door. He didn’t bother knocking on the door, since he knew Layla wouldn’t be able to answer it, so he just let himself in with the spare key.

“Hello? Ms. Mason? I have your food.”

There wasn’t a response, but Tyler could hear a faint… moaning? Tyler followed the sound to the back of the apartment. It was clearly coming from Layla’s bedroom. “Ms. Mason? Are you ok? I have your food.” Louder moaning was the only response. “Well, I’m going to open the door. I can’t tell if you’re ok.”

Tyler slowly opened the door, and what he saw made him stagger: this woman, who was once barely 100 lbs., was lying on her side in the middle of her bed, but her huge, swollen belly and breasts were hanging off the side of it. Tyler didn’t think a woman could get that pregnant. Her belly looked like it weighed as much as her, and looked like it was taking over her body. Everything else about her was the same, and maybe even thinner. Like her brood was sucking the life and energy out of her, making her a slave to pregnancy. Tyler looked at her breasts again, and just now noticed that both huge, erect nipples were streaming milk onto the floor, amassing into a very sizeable puddle.

“Dear God” he said. He couldn’t register what he was seeing. Then a pain in his groin caught his attention. ‘Fuck, not now. She needs my help’ he thought to himself. Tyler had had a pregnancy fetish for as long as he could remember, but he was ashamed of it, and never indulged in that flavor or pornography. He hardly indulged in any. He was too focused on school to worry about that, or worrying about losing his virginity. But this was just too much. He set the food down on a nearby table, and pressed his hand against the rock-hard cock in his pants. ‘God damn…’ was all he could say. He wasn’t going to do anything, but his member required at least some attention. Tyler turned away from Layla, trying to hide his erection in case she woke.

All the while, Layla’s moaning was getting louder and louder, and increasing frequency, until it stopped. Her amazing orgasm woke her up to a view of Tyler’s backside, and oblivious to her exposed upper half and her open milk faucets.

“Oh, hi Tyler”, she said. As he turned around, looking bewildered, Layla noticed a large bulge in his pants. She was confused and embarrassed for him. ‘Maybe his girlfriend, if he has one, sent him a nudie pic?’ she thought. She decided to ignore it. It couldn’t possibly be for her inflated body.

Tyler had a friendly, confused face, muttering sounds and pointing at Layla. That’s when she realized she wasn’t covered up, and that her breasts were literally bursting with milk.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry you had to see this” she said, one hand on her belly and the other trying to get ahold of one of her breasts. “I’d cover these up with my hands, but that would only make the stream stronger. Can you fetch me my breast pump? It’s in the kitchen”

Tyler nodded, stammered a couple sounds and ran to get the machine. The entire way back and forth with the machine, Tyler was worried about his erection. ‘Layla didn’t seem to notice, so that’s good’ he thought. Making it back to the room, he handed her the breast pump. After attaching the cups to her udders, Layla said “I’m sorry again that you had to see me like this. I’m sure I’m the most disgusting thing you’ve seen. I don’t know why I lied to you on the phone. Maybe I thought you wouldn’t believe me? Haha. Can you hand me one of those buckets? — Thanks.” Layla started tearing into that bucket of fried chicken, with her breast pump still on overdrive, ravaging the food like she ravaged the men in her dreams. She managed to get out a “So, how have you been?” in between bites.

Tyler finally came out of his stupor, cleared his throat, and said “Um, good. Pretty much just going to school.” Between bites Layla tried to catch his eyes when he was speaking, but she noticed that his gaze was solidly fixed on the mass taking up most of her bed. ‘Why is he staring at my belly? Is he not grossed out?’ she thought. A naughty, lustful thought was beginning to grow in the back of her head, but she tried to kill it. ‘Just hormones’ she said to herself. Layla was so fixed on sating her hunger that she didn’t even bother on asking a follow up question, and merely gestured towards the second bucket of food and 2-liter when she needed them. All the while, though, she noticed Tyler’s growing bulge and his intentful stare.

“Oh my God. Food’s so good. Cake now.” She said, with a leg of chicken still in her mouth.

After golfing down the cake, Layla detached the breast pump, having sucked out the gallon of milk her over-fertile body had produced.

“So, college, huh? These are some of your best years. That reminds me… What was the class I taught you? I know it was some kind of science, but I can’t seem to remember. Most of my mind is taken up with this” she chuckled, gently slapping then rubbing her monstrous belly.

“Ahem. Um. Anatomy, Ms. Mason.”

“Anatomy?!” Layla laughed at the irony of the situation, causing her belly to get even bigger with each chuckle. “Ah, that’s funny. Well, as you can see, I’m very pregnant. I can’t even sit up from where I’m lying. I can prop myself up on my arm for a bit, but that’s it. I had been relying on my lover to take care of me, but he left me this morning. Which is why I needed your help.”

“Oh.. I.. I’m sorry to hear that Ms. Mason.”

“Layla, please. I’m not your teacher anymore.” She said smiling, and rubbing her belly. She noticed the bulge in Tyler’s pants get even bigger. That thought she tried to kill was taking over her brain, and she decided that if she was going to go through with it, she was going to have some fun with it, and make him work for it.

“Um, ok.. Layla” Tyler said timidly.

“Can you come over here and help me sit up? — thanks.” Layla was now sitting on the side of her bed, with her legs spread wide to accommodate her massive girth. Tyler couldn’t help himself from darting his eyes down to her groin. He was surprised that she was wearing underwear, and caught a glimpse of some word that was printed on them.
“Ugh… there’s no point for me to wear a shirt these days. I’m so huge and gross. No stretch marks, though. Thankfully my … sperm donor… would help me with putting on skin cream. As you can see, I can’t even reach all of my belly. I feel awful for putting you through with this, but could you do that for me?”

“You mean…?”

“Yes, if you don’t care. The lotion is over there.” She said, pointing to her nightstand. Tyler hurriedly moved to the nightstand and back, still thinking his painful erection was a secret.

“Great! Now, can you start at my feet, and work your way up my legs?”

“S-sure” he stammered.

Layla was so happy he was going along with this, and she was also pleased with the underwear she picked out last night.

Tyler went to his knees, poured some lotion on to his hands, and started working his way up Layla’s legs. “Ah, that feels so good. How’s it going down there? I can’t see you” Layla giggled. Tyler looked up, and was greeted by the enormous underside of Layla’s belly, which eclipsed her from view. This was the first time that Tyler noticed how huge and distended her belly button had become. It had also moved downward, far below where a normal woman’s one would be. It looked like an adult’s fist was trying to push its way out of her belly. Tyler’s gaze went downward, preparing to focus back onto Layla’s legs, when he saw the entirety of her panties.

“COME IN”, they said. ‘Dear God, this is torture. I feel like my dick is about to tear my pants apart’ Tyler thought. He went back to work moisturizing her legs, reaching her upper thighs. He noticed how warm, even hot, Layla’s skin was up there. It seemed like her vagina was giving off as much heat as a furnace. Catching one more glimpse of her panties before standing back up, Tyler noticed they were beginning to get a bit wet.
“Ok, all done down there. What next?” Tyler asked.
“Just keep moving up, dear. Don’t forget to get my ‘underbelly’, as I call it” Layla said, giggling and leaning back on her arms.
“Of course.”
Tyler was pouring sweat by now, having to rub what seemed like the whole bottle into her belly, all while having the biggest erection of his life. When he was done with her belly, he just looked at Layla, who gave him an innocent nod to continue on to her breasts. He saved her aereolas and nipples for last, because he was hoping she would stop him.

She didn’t.

So Tyler began to massage the lotion into the last parts of her body. Layla’s nipples became instantly erect, the size of Tyler’s thumbs, and released a few tiny droplets of milk.
“Oops” Layla said. “Sorry. Anatomy, huh?” She said, smiling.
“Um. Yeah. I understand. It’s all good. You need help, right?”
“That I do. Thank you so much, Tyler. Can you help ease my down on my side again? — thanks.” While he was easing her down, Layla noticed just how huge the bulge in his pants had gotten.
“Do you need anything else before I leave?” Tyler said, starting to back away. Layla quickly grabbed the waist of his pants. “Wha..What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice this” Layla said, dragging the backs of her fingers along the beast that was trying to break free from Tyler’s jeans.
“I’m so sor—“
“Shh” Layla cut him off. She pulled Tyler by the pants toward her, putting his crotch right in front of her face. After giving him a seductive glance, she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, barely being held up by Tyler’s underwear, which Layla quickly pulled down.
“Ms. Mason, what are—“
“Quiet. I’m teaching you another course. Practical Anatomy. I can tell by how timid you are that you’re a virgin, right?”
“Ye- Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Who better to teach you this course than an over-fertile teacher?”
Layla gave him another sexy stare right in his eyes, then shoved his cock in her mouth. In and out she’d go, tasting bits of pre-cum every now and then.
“Oh my god. That feels so good, Ms. Mason”
“Mmhmm” she mumbled. After a few minutes of oral, Layla was getting as wet and horny as she’d get in her dreams.
“Now Tyler. I’m so wet I’ve drenched my panties. Take them off.” She said, lifting her left leg. Tyler immediately did as he was told. “Good. Now. Since I’m so pregnant, my pussy has swollen up a lot, like my belly and tits have. You’re going to have to work to get it in, but I promise you it’ll feel like heaven. Put my left leg above you, and enter me. Move me around a bit if you need to. I’m too big to do it on my own. Use me, Tyler.”

Tyler obliged, moving her across the bed to get a better angle. “Oh my god, your so wet and tight! I don’t think I can get it in there.”
“Do it Tyler. You have to do it. Just shove it in there. I need this so bad. I’m craving your cock in me, Tyler. I’m craving your rock-solid *OHHH FUCK*. Mmmm, oh fuck. Thank you so much, Tyler. No, don’t move yet. I want to be filled with your cock.
Mmm, ok. Slowly move it in and out, then gradually gain force and speed, ok?”

“Yes, ma’am” Tyler grunted. But Tyler was new to this, and Layla’s pussy was probably one of the tightest ever, so Tyler’s cock slipped out.

“Fuck! I need this Tyler! Help me up. To my feet. Don’t apologize.”

Tyler quietly helped Layla up to her feet. It was a struggle, and it took awhile for Layla to find her balance once she was on her feet, but Layla was about to get sex for the first time in months, and nothing was going to stop her.

“Go out to the living room and lay on the floor.”

Tyler did as told, his erection towering over him.

Layla slowly… very slowly, waddled out behind him.

Her legs trembled with every step, and her pussy was so tight, so wet, so wanting, that every step sounded like someone wringing out a wet towel or sponge.

Tyler couldn’t even see her face as she approached, focusing instead on the juices falling out of her as she took each lumbering step.

“Are you ready?” Layla asked when she finally reached her student.

“Oh my god, yes”

“That’s what I like to hear. Be a good boy and don’t complain about the weight.” She said as her mass descended upon him. Tyler felt like he had several bowling balls on his chest, but he didn’t care. Layla’s magnificent belly took up his entire view, and her fist-sized navel was right in his face.

Layla used her belly as leverage, heaving herself up far enough to get her prize inside of her. She worked it in slowly, savoring every inch. Once she had him inside her, she began ride him like it was the last sex she’d every have. She wrapped her arms around her belly and rested her face on it while she moved her hips as fast as she could. After what seemed like heavenly eternity, they both came at the same time, with Layla resting on her new favorite toy. As she struggled to slide the cock out from under her, what seemed like a gallon of hot fluid shot out of her pussy, like uncorking a champaign bottle.

“Jesus, did your water break?”
“No.” Layla said wryly. “Girls cum too, you know.”
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jazz365
This is my first attempt at writing stuff like this. I also posted it to DeviantArt. I'm sure it can be improved, but I hope you guys enjoy it.
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jin1976
That's a damn great story for a first timer. You made me a fan. Keep it up.
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jazz365
Thanks!
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david100
An amazing story! I hope to read a sequel or even better sequels Wink
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jazz365
Thanks!
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david100
What's your name on DA? You have a new follower!
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jazz365
http://chynna-sig.deviantart.com/
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Natas1889
A capital story! Very nicely done. It reminds me of the recently posted two part story 'The Good Teacher', one should be able to find that at Deviant Art. Perhaps a sequel would be possible. Keep up the good work.
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jazz365
Thanks! I'll have to check that out.
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