An update after my long absence from the thread:

My next semester is starting in two weeks and I’ll try see if I have anything new with my advisor, or with any other younger professors that might be pregnant. There’s been a fair few before, but I didn’t have as much courage to try.

I’ll update this thread again if anything is fruitful.

OK, so this happened quite awhile ago, but I was thinking about it today. At my church there was one woman who got pregnant, and she got pretty big. She was maybe like 5'5 or under, something like that, but she had quite a torpedo belly, with a bellybutton poking out too (first time I had seen that person). One time she came up to my sister and told her she has a bunch of books that my sister could take after church. So after I church I went with my sister to go get the books, and while my sister looked through I started talking with her, asking the basic questions, "how are you feeling" stuff like that. She told me she was a bit miserable since it was about mid August and she was 7 months. She also told her her ankles and wrists were swollen, and stuff like that. It was a nice conversation, and I got some books too. I never really saw her after that, which kinda sucked because I knew she would've let my feel her belly if it had been just me and her. There were actually 3 women in my church all pregnant at the same time, but nothing happened with with any of them except what was mentioned above.

So many memories to dig up, where do I begin? I suppose I can start with my most memorable encounter:
When I was 12, I get to talk to one of my aunts, who is related to our family servant, which made it one of my aunts (extended family rules in my country are rather vague and open, so as long as two people are known for each other for a long time, they'll eventually become related). So, she's pregnant at around the 9th month range, so that's nice by me. One day, I decided to pay her a visit at her house, and she's all alone. So, at first, when me and her sat beside one another, I shyly touched her side flanks of her pregnant belly, which is veiled by a modest lingerie, I believe. She eventually noticed that I'm interested in her mound, so believe it or not, she revealed her belly to me, riddled with stretch marks, a modest black line bisecting her girth, and a belly button that is bulging out at bit, so not much popped out or flat. I get to feel every part of it, pressing at her sides with gentle, yet firm pressure, and I'm surprised to how unyielding and tight her belly skin was. I get to tickle her belly button too, and I guess that also made the baby inside her move a bit. At the last moments with her, I felt her belly harden, like it's the same feel as caressing a hard, yet warm beating stone, so I'd presume now that's she's almost there in the labor department.

Guess that's my most memorable encounter. Hope you guys get to feel what I've felt 8 years ago. 

I typically don't wander into this board, but got hooked on reading this thread on a whim and might as well spin a few threads of my own.

About 1/3 of the way into 6th grade, my bible teacher announced to the class that she was in a family way with a singleton: for the second time at that, as she already had a (rather young) daughter. A smiley brunette with a sorta chubby build in her early 30's; though that has never been my type at all, it sure was plenty of fun watching her gradually balloon throughout the year. In all honesty though her bump was less of a balloon and more of a boulder, a firmly spherical rock formation jutting out from her abdomen. Incidentally, it was right then - the beginning of 6th grade - that my preference for women in her condition truly blossomed. My latent maiesiophilia began in earliest youth, as soon as I was old enough to form a childish grasp of the ways in which nature works, and slowly matured as I did. But it was then that I took a deep dive into the pregnancy-fetishizing recesses of the internet by way of the family PC, starting by stumbling upon some candyk videos...and the rest is history.

But I digress. Teach' kindly reserved a good chunk of learning-time to field a Q&A from us 11- and 12-year-olds when she popped the news. She had waited to hit the 3-month mark and land comfortably in the gestational safe-zone there delineated, a subject about which I asked a question to which I already knew the answer in an admittedly excited manner.

Weeks turned to months and she was about 5 months along when she directed me into the hall outside class to quickly go over some homework before the bell rang. The soon-to-be boulder had solidified into a mountain face of sorts beneath its lime green pall, not yet spherical but certainly concrete. It was impossible to keep myself from staring as she held the papers directly above her bump, allowing me ample staring-room without giving anything away. A good month thereafter she wore the same lime green shirt and magnetized my gaze as she swiftly waddled to the front of the class, the mountain face having then fully assumed its spherical shape. I was staring that time and couldn't care less if anyone noticed.

The penultimate entry to this short saga was surely the best: I had briefly returned to school in mid-June after the year ended to wrap up some loose ends and was waiting in the main office. Bathrooms were situated directly across from the entrance for obvious reasons, and a familiar figure heavy with child soon waddled into what was surely a frequent destination in her daily pedestrian commute. She flashed me a warm smile and we exchanged greetings right before the door shut - boy howdy, talk about a chance encounter. She was 8 (if not 9) months along by then without a doubt and the boulder had evolved into a full-fledged torpedo. Even when accounting for spacious clothing, she was like the Venus of Hohle Fels in the flesh with a bun in the oven ready to ding.

Last but not least: a miraculous intersection of the internet and real life. As I said earlier, she already had a daughter 2 years prior. While waist-deep in Youtube videos one day that year, I happened upon one which was simply a collection of random still-images of preggos set to unfitting music - y'know, that genre of video. This one in particular was actually quite appealing to me since although most of its contents were average and unimpressive (the kind of pictures you'd find on MySpace back then), there were a couple real gems among the bunch which I never tired of seeing. Sadly, I have been unable to relocate either to the present day, even with the aid of sites like this; the video has long since been yanked from Youtube and its associated channel terminated.

But one image stuck out to me more than any other: it was one of her. Yes, it was her. I swear on all that is holy, a picture of my 6th-grade bible teacher (that must have been from her first pregnancy) had somehow found its way into this video of completely random images of preggos during the early days of Youtube, which was found by me during the year in which she was pregnant with her second and I was under her tutelage. This probably sounds way too good to be true, but I'm 99.9% sure this was the case.

This loquacious tale may not end right here. Looked her up on FB just now as long I'm composing this write-up and it seems like she had a 3rd not too long ago. I'll see what I can do in proper order and might return with some relevant content to close out this decade-in-the-making story. Stay tuned, preggophiles!

My next encounter with the publicly-employed, mother-to-be kind came right at the beginning of high school. My 9th-grade math teacher, a blond on the marginally youngish side (also in her early 30's with a toddler) was clearly getting larger in the gut and it was painfully obvious to me why, as well as many other kids in the class in all likelihood. Before long, she stood in front of us and reinforced her back, smiling widely while amply displaying her growing midsection for all to see: "can't you see I'm having a baby?" Again however, she seriously wasn't my type since she was of firmly average build and had a short face: a facial type which I happened to share with her and find unattractive.

She got freaking enormous though, again with only a singleton and without any known size-enlarging conditions related to pregnancy (polyhydramnios, gestational diabetes, etc.) Her bump was truly balloon-shaped if nothing else, an ever-expanding blob-like mass of baby and fluids freely dangling from her oftentimes-ill-fitting clothing. An emotive teacher, she was the sort disposed to expressing abstract concepts with practical methods like mimicry and amateur artistry - a mental image of her jogging in place at around 7 months to represent a rate with a low growth multiplier will never be deleted from my memory banks. I ended up transferring out toward the end of the year for a variety of reasons, but not before she reached full-term, went on maternity leave, and squeezed out a 10-pounder. We once met one-on-one during lunch to discuss the terms of my transfer as far as projected math course-progression was concerned, and she was easily 8 if not 9 months along by then. She waddled into the cramped conference room wearing a bright tie-dye which struggled to encompass the sheer circumference of her gravidness, it was insane. When I returned after a hectic week in February to close out my last couple weeks there, she was still at work and had somehow managed to get even bigger, the blob having grown to unreal proportions as even her baggiest of clothing failed to contain it. That was about the end though, she went on leave right thereafter and was fully replaced by a sub for the rest of the year.

Sorry to disappoint, but I was never brave enough to ask for a feel in either of these situations, even though I performed well enough in both classes and was fairly friendly with both teachers.

Bonus epilogue: while looking into schools to transfer to, I toured one to which my middle school was the largest feeder. The admissions director asked me who my 8th grade bible teacher was, and when told, said something about how that teacher "just had a baby". This was during that February.

Now, she was something of a looker. One of the youngest teachers in the school, I had known her as a teacher's aide in 6th grade before being taught by her for a full year in the 8th. She, too, had her first right before being hired to work there. One day in May (at the end of the year), she wore an exceedingly tight blouse to class which accentuated her bust to an almost comical degree. I was pleasantly bewildered and made a concerted effort that day to avert my gaze as much as possible so as not to be suspected of staring. Remembering that occasion in that moment, I wasn't really surprised that she had popped out her second several months later.

So yeah. I think I'll return to this thread in due time with some relevant content (and then some, if I'm lucky.) 

SPL, over and out.

Amazing post @SexyPreggoLuva !

I know I'm wandering off-topic, but is THIS

(January 19, 2020, 12:49 am)auraman9005 our family servant

the real story that anyone else wants to hear? Because I'm kind of intrigued.

(January 19, 2020, 7:18 pm)doubleintegral I know I'm wandering off-topic, but is THIS

(January 19, 2020, 12:49 am)auraman9005 our family servant

the real story that anyone else wants to hear?  Because I'm kind of intrigued.

Maybe its a famliy aid?

I just had a great pregnancy experience today I thought I would share, my ceramics teacher is currently pregnant and probably about 7 or 8 months along right now and I finally had the opportunity to touch her belly. Over the past few months she has been getting absolutely HUGE, she is a very skinny and decently short lady but with this pregnancy has become significantly rounded. Her belly is really something to behold. But I saw something today that really had me giving up on resisting. I saw her rub her clothed belly, she had a very skin tight dress on, with a dry sponge before handing it to someone and it had my head spinning it was just incredible to see. I decided that today was the day for me to try and ask her to feel the belly so I stalled after class to ask her about it. I start by asking a question about the current project we are working on and then after that I asked how she had been feeling and how the pregnancy was going. She said that it has been good and that she has been using the bathroom a lot and that she doesn't like it when people say that she looks like she is gonna pop. We both had a little laugh about it and then I asked her if I could feel. She obviously agreed so I came around her desk and rested my hand on her big belly and moved it around a little. It was very large and had no give when I pushed on it and it was such an amazing feeling. I ended up running my thumb over her belly button which was very slightly popped out belly which could be seen on her very tight outfits. I told her that it felt great and thanked her before I walked out of her class for the day. I didn't get to touch it bare but hopefully sometime before she goes on maternity leave I will get the chance again in something that she can lift up for me to touch. Lotion is used a lot in ceramics to prevent our hands from getting rough and having a bottle on her desk has had me thinking a lot about rubbing it on her tummy but I doubt that will ever happen. A man can dream. But overall for a first experience it was great and I hope to have more stories of her to tell at a later date.

(January 19, 2020, 7:18 pm)doubleintegral I know I'm wandering off-topic, but is THIS

(January 19, 2020, 12:49 am)auraman9005 our family servant

the real story that anyone else wants to hear?  Because I'm kind of intrigued.

Sorry for not responding for quite some time. About that, ever since I was born, I have known of her. I won't tell her name, but I can say that she does most of the chores in our house: cooking, cleaning, ironing clothes, washing clothes, typical domestic activities. She still serve with us to this day, albeit a little bit more limited in her doings due to her age. And yes, she gets paid for doing those things. She lives around a street where where promiscuity and teen pregnancy levels are off the charts, and even amongst the adults, they still breed like rabbits. I guess abject poverty and substandard living conditions truly takes a toll on them. 

(March 26, 2020, 6:46 pm)PregnantBelly My former 7th grade math teacher was pregnant in my freshman year of high school, but she revealed her pregnancy when I was in 8th grade. We became good friends and were super close the year I had her as my teacher.
By the time freshman year came, she was huge. We talked one day after school about our lives and her pregnancy came up. She took note of my curiosity about her pregnancy. "Do you want to feel it? I really don't mind. A lot of my students have felt it" she asked. "Sure" I said. She waited for me to put my hands on her belly. When she saw I was a little nervous, she gently took my hands and put them on her belly. She let me rub it all around. When I felt a little bump, I asked her what it was. "That's just my belly button" she said. "How come it's popped out like that?" I asked. She said that sometimes the baby can put some strain on a woman's stomach and skin when she's pregnant. "Do you want to see my belly? You're one of my favorite students" she asked. I agreed and she pulled her shirt up to reveal her bare pregnant belly and she let me rub her belly all over. "Wow. How many months has it been now?" I asked. "9 months. This is actually my last day before maternity leave. So, you actually get to see me at my biggest." she said. "Cool. You got it all. A baby on the way and a loving husband." I said. "Baby, yes. Husband, no." she said. "Oh. That sucks." I said in sadness. "I'm going to need help. And I can't think of anyone that I trust more than you." she said. "Are you asking me to be an uncle to the baby?" I asked. "Yes, I am" she said. "I'd love to help you with the baby" I said. "Thank you so much" she said with happiness. "You're welcome" I said. Then, I felt something against my palm. "Was that...the baby?" I asked in amazement. "Yeah, she must really like you" she said. "You're having a girl?" I asked. "Yep." she confirmed. "Is it okay if I give your belly a kiss?" I asked. "Of course. Thank you for asking first" she said. "My mother raised a gentleman" I said. I kissed her belly three times around her outie belly button. "I gotta go" I said, as soon I saw the clock. "Aw, I wish we could spend more time together" my former teacher said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. We pulled each other into a warm embrace, my right hand on her bare belly, with both of us not wanting to let go. "I love you so much, and I gonna miss you" I whispered in her ear. "Right back at ya" she said, trying her hardest not to cry. "Hey, don't cry because you're going to make me cry" I said as I started to tear up. We released from our hug. "Do you want a ride home?" she asked as she pulled her shirt down. "Sure" I said. 

Suddenly, an idea came to her head. "Hey, why don't I ask your mother if I can stay for dinner tonight?" she said. My face lit up when she said that. "I'd like that. Very much" I said. "Well, let's go" she said. That turned out to be one of the best nights of my life. I even got to be in the room when she gave birth.

And this all actually happened?