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  Instead of making a pyramid, they made a gymnastic grouping, passing each other around between girls before making a spin themselves. Their bellies rubbed together and huddled in tight circles, making me nearly groan out loud.

  But I wouldn’t be freed yet. After the cheerleaders, loud pop music starting booming and out came the step-team. Instead of the frilly uniforms the school’s cheerleaders wore, they all had on tight white t-shirts that did next to nothing to cover their bellies and yoga pants that showed the entire contour of their round asses.

  Up front were the team’s leaders, the Three Nymphs. They started things off, swinging their hips to make their enormous bellies dip and dance in the air. Maria’s belly button piercing bounced against her swollen middle as she stomped one foot, signaling the rest of the step team to follow their lead, gyrating and grinding their pregnant stomachs against the air.

  The step team was normally known for their rapid and passionate movements but this time, they were far slower, making every movement methodical. Initially, the students and parents in the stand would cheer a bit after each piece of the dance but as it got more sensual, the audience split. Younger students would whistle or playfully howl a bit while parents looked at the expectant teens with disgust.

  Jen was swinging her belly back and forth, letting her fingertips trace every available centimeter and linger for a few seconds for good measure. Sarah was showing off just how mobile she was despite her pregnancy, bending and curling to tease her plump rear to the crowd. And Maria kept locking eyes with various men and women in the crowd, puckering her lips and letting her tongue hang out as she accentuated her pregnant size by sticking her hips out.

  The rest of the step team knew their place, rubbing their bellies against one another and moving just quickly enough to make their breasts bounce and their fertile wombs sway. When their music finally stopped, the gym was filled with mixed responses but I was frozen in place. If Natasha was sitting next to me, she’d have been giving me hell.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Hurriedly, I stood up and tried to get out of the stands. My erection was positioned just enough to hit my thigh or constrain my pants, leading to a few awkward stumbles and limps. Once out of the gym, I pushed past big-bellied women, acting on their cravings at the snack bar, to get toward the bathroom. I didn’t know whether I would masturbate or just soak my face with cold water but I had to get out.

  But once I made it to the men’s side of the gym, I saw the step team and the cheerleaders making their way into the locker room. Instantly, I felt another wave build up in my crotch and, with the best confident stride I could muster, made my way to Maria, Jen, and Sarah.

  “Hello,” I said. Not a great pick-up line.

  “Hey,” Jen chuckled. “Need something?” Complex choice of words.

  “I-I was just wondering…any of you want to fuck?” I said, feeling my face starting to flush already.

  My mind raced for a follow-up, maybe even an incentive, but Sarah’s snicker cut me off. “You picked a hell of a time to ask.”

  “Well…you’re here, I’m here, it’s just convenient,” I said, scanning their faces for any kind of feedback. It wasn’t good.

  “Actually, we were all about to have a little fun with the men’s team. Give them a little…” Maria opened her mouth and licked her lips slowly. “Encouragement before the big game.”

  I had hoped my first time with a pregnant woman…with any woman would be a little more traditional but beggers can’t be choosers. “Perfect, then I’ll just join in,” I said, stepping toward the locker room door. Sarah put her hand on my chest. I felt my heart swell with joy until she pushed me back a few steps.

  “Yeah, we’re going to have our hands full with them as it is,” Sarah smirked.

  “Or full of them,” Jen laughed as she and Sarah headed into the locker room.

  “But…but…” was all I could make out as Maria strode past, hands on her tan belly as she gave me a once-over.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll tell all the girls on the teams how desperate you are. They’ll love that,” Maria cackled, heading into the locker room. I could hear a chorus of excited squeals inside.

  Dejected, I turned back to head to the gym. I couldn’t exactly jerk off in there while the entire men’s basketball team was getting serviced. As I turned around, Kris was standing behind me, drinking a Pepsi. “H-how much of that did you hear?” I asked.

  She shrugged. “It’s kind of loud in here so I could only read body language but I think I got it,” Kris said. “So are you, like, into pregnant girls or are you just super horny?”

  I paused. “If I’m into pregnant girls, wouldn’t that also make me super horny?”

  “Fair point,” she said, taking another swig. “So have you fucked any pregnant bitches?”

  I shook my head. “And can you not…tell anyone?”

  “What, that you’re into pregnant women or that you’ve never rode the beast with two bellies?”

  “Either, I guess?”

  “Sure thing,” Kris nodded, finishing her drink and throwing it in the recycling. “And sorry about the way they treated you. That was rough.”

  “Thanks,” I sighed.

  “But I’m still not going to have sex with you,” she said.

  “Yeah, I figured.”

  I didn’t see Natasha again until the following Monday. I used the weekend to bury myself into my homework, writing essays weeks in advance, researching colleges, going back through old notes to study for tests that weren’t scheduled yet. Anything to get my mind off of my paralyzing lust. If I spent any more time plotting out how to have sex with pregnant women in my area, I may have gone into a harsh downward spiral that I couldn’t reverse.

  Seeing Natasha again didn’t help that feeling. Since last week, she’d put on another five inches to her belly, her hands constantly rubbing and petting her bump. “I didn’t see you at homecoming.”

  “I was there,” she said, her glowing grin always on. “But it was a packed arena. When we won, everyone cheered so loudly I thought some girls might go into labor.”

  “Yeah,” I said with a shudder, picturing what it’ll be like in a few months when multiple students start having their water break in class. No one seemed interested in staying home during the end of their pregnancies. The bell rang and I gulped, trying to shake that last image from my mind. “So, uh, see ya.”

  “Yeah, see ya,” Natasha chuckled, giving me a puzzling look as I hurried away to Ms. Briggs’ calculus class. That was even more nerve-wracking. With six babies on the way, she was not only bigger than Natasha but she was growing at a faster rate. She waddled inside looking like a round boulder coming down a mountain, her whole body shaking with her maternal weight. Each of her breasts now looked bigger than my head.

  “Good morning, class,” Ms. Briggs warbled, looking through stacks of messy papers. “Um, I’ve added to the syllabus online that we are having a test next week right before the fall break s-so make sure you study hard.”

  The class grumbled, not looking forward to the prospect of a new test. I knew I wasn’t confident in this area. Slowly, Ms. Briggs turned to the board, letting out a sigh and a low moan as she repositioned her swollen body. One hand continued to caress her enormous pregnant belly as the other hand scribbled out problems and formulas on the board.

  I tried to focus, desperate to learn for the coming test, but I couldn’t look away from her body. I pictured the buxom Ms. Briggs, shyly laying down in bed as some man went inside of her and left his seed. Her whole curvy body trembling as her face went red. Then, when she clung to her flat stomach when she got the news about her pregnancy. Her swelling body struggling to fit into her colorful dresses. How she must sit at home alone, hands trying to soothe her unborn children inside her colossal belly, wishing someone could join her…

  When I’d snapped out, I realized class was wrapping up and I had learned precisely nothing. Nothing about calculus, that is. Other students were packing
up their bags so I followed suit, eyeing the other girls’ bellies while I was at it. As the class shuffled out, slowed down by the waddling of all the female students, I heard a sweet voice call out to me.

  “Mr. Watley?” Ms. Briggs said. I turned around abruptly, looking directly at the pregnant beauty standing by her desk. “C-could I speak to you a moment before you leave?”

  My nearby classmates let out a low “oooh” and grinned, giving into their schadenfreude. I started to shake a little and not because I was worried about being in trouble in class.

  Because now it was just me and Ms. Briggs alone in the room.

  “With the upcoming test,” she said, shifting her rear to rest against her desk and letting out a low hiss when she moved. One hand zipped to her belly, stroking the underside as her eyes closed. “Oof…”

  “A-are you okay?” I asked quickly, not sure whether to touch her round stomach.

  “Yes, just…repositioning my weight,” Ms. Briggs sighed. “You have pregnant family at home, don’t you?”

  “Y-yes,” I nodded.

  “Then I’m sure you see it all the time,” Ms. Briggs chuckled, her big red lips moving into a smile for what I think was the first time, at least that I’d seen. “But like I was saying, with the upcoming test, I’m a little worried about your performance.”

  “I’ve had some…trouble,” I admitted, my eyes meeting her sky-blue gaze.

  “You’ve dropped off a lot since pre-calculus,” Ms. Briggs said, rubbing her belly up and down. Her strokes were so large, part of her dress rolled up to reveal her glowing, tan stomach. I gulped, feeling myself getting more and more antsy. “What’s the matter, Alex?”

  For some reason, when she switched to using my first name, that just flipped a switch inside me. “I-I’ve been…distracted, Ms. Briggs.”

  “I know your friend Ms. Ramos hasn’t been able to help you so that could be hard,” Ms. Briggs said, giving me a sympathetic smile. “Would some one-on-one tutoring help?”

  “I-I think that would just distract me more, to be honest,” I said.

  “What do you mean?” Ms. Briggs asked, putting my papers down and resting both hands on her belly.

  “I-It’s you,” I groaned. “You’ve gotten so…so beautiful. I’m wild about you, Ms. Briggs.”

  “Oh,” she chirped, gulping. “T-that’s…um…”

  “I can’t pay attention in your class. I just stare at you,” I said. “I’m sorry. When I get home, I try to study, I really do. But when I see you, I can’t stop. You’re one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen.”

  She looked down at her huge belly and gave it a light pat. “T-that’s not something I hear much anymore.”

  I let out a sigh. There was no point being coy now. “That’s why it’s been harder to focus,” I said, putting my hand on her belly. “You get sexier with each passing day as you get bigger.” My eyes were locked with hers. I could see Ms. Briggs bite her bottom lip.

  “Alex…this is a lot to hear,” she whispered.

  “I-I know and I’m sorry but…if I could just spend one night with you,” I said. As soon as the words left my lips, she turned away. “Then maybe I wouldn’t be so…hypnotized by you.” I saw a small smile on her succulent lips and felt my chest warm up. There may have been a chance after all! “T-there’s no ring on your finger…you must be lonely.”

  “I am,” Ms. Briggs whimpered, putting one hand over mine, letting my palm spread out across her belly. She turned back to me and I could see her blush. “But I’m also a teacher.”

  “How long has it been since you had sex? Since you got pregnant?” I said, my tone turning pleading.

  She smiled and looked down at her stomach. “Yes…it has been a while and I…I need it. Badly. But I also need to take care of these babies and if I have sex with a student, I’ll never teach again. All my work at the universities will be thrown out.”

  “No one has to know,” I said.

  “I can’t take the risk,” she sighed, looking back up at me. “If you were going to be a parent, you would understand.”

  I stood there for a while, reading the kind smile on her face. “O-okay, Ms. Briggs.”

  “For your troubles, you can call me Charlotte,” she said, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. “And after you graduate…maybe we can revisit this,” she whispered in my ear.

  My face went bright red as the bell for the next period rang. The shadows of students making their way to class appeared under the door and Ms. Briggs…Charlotte backed away and made her way to her desk.

  “I can send you some supplies that will help you study,” Charlotte said. “But don’t hesitate to ask Ms. Ramos for help. She may end up being a better mathematician than me.”

  I made my way to my next class, history, and sat down next to Natasha. “You look fried,” she said.

  “Eh, you know how I do with math,” I shrugged before dropping my voice to a whisper. “Plus I got another rejection.”

  “College rejection or-”

  “The other kind.”

  “Sorry dude,” Natasha said, patting me on the back. “I’m sure you’ll find someone. There are lots of pregnant girls out there.”

  Fewer and fewer, it seemed. “Thanks. By the way, I’m going to need your help to study for a calculus final.”

  I thought Charlotte’s gentle let-down would leave me more disillusioned but it did just the opposite. I was more eager and desperate for pregnant sex than ever. My home life did not make that easy. Lori and Tori kept getting bigger but their clothes weren’t growing to compensate. If anything, Tori kept dressing skimpier and sexier, looking for more ways to show off her crowded womb or her engorged chest. Her cleavage now looked like it could actually suffocate someone.

  Lori dressed normally, despite also letting her belly hang out mostly uncovered. But as the basketball season moved into the latter period, she was working out more and more, adding on muscle mass to her thighs and arms and always having a slight sweaty musk on her. Lori gave off an aura of power, like a pregnant warrior woman. She was also playing better than ever before, despite close to 100 pounds in front of her, not to mention her own heavy chest. Something had really set a fire underneath her and it seemed she was getting more scholarship interest now than before.

  I didn’t know if it was a twin thing but both girls showed a deep fascination with the other’s pregnancy. They were rub and listen to one another’s bellies and if either of them had an ultrasound scheduled with Samantha’s lab equipment, they would use the wand on each other. And generally, they would swap stories about cravings or tightness or anything else pregnancy related.

  The only others who were closer than Lori and Tori were Samantha and Neera. You would think, both getting knocked up by the same married man, there would be animosity between them but their days were filled with belly rubs, skin cream, or gentle periods of feeling each other’s stomachs. Carrying siblings, it seemed they had managed to work out a bond. And they were both still sleeping in the same big bed so I could only imagine what went on there. Some nights, I thought I could hear muffled moaning coming from their room but I chalked it up to my own over-active imagination.

  I had plenty of that nowadays. Pregnant women dominated my thoughts. They were all I could think about. Sure, before, I fantasized about pregnant women constantly but I had an on-and-off switch, so to speak. When I wanted to have a little fun, I pictured some supermodel turned into an octomom, soaping up her belly and breasts but now I was trapped in a prison of bellies, unable to get any sort of release aside from masturbating and that was no longer cutting it.

  My last ditch efforts were starting to be my Plan A. If I fancied a girl a particular day, I would take her aside and ask if she wanted to go out or have sex or however my frazzled mind worded it that particular time. It was not an effective approach.