Miss Daniels stared into Mr Miller’s eyes.
The calm before the storm.
Suddenly, Miss Daniels heaved her body forwards uncontrollably. Her belly quickly doubled in size, making her look even more pregnant. She didn’t immediately notice it, and neither did anyone else. She was wearing a relatively baggy sweater, as usual. It covered a buttoned up dress shirt. She was also wearing casual, yet school appropriate jeans.
She stood back up, regaining her balance, stilling hanging onto Mr Miller a little.
“Sorry...” she took a few breaths, “...everyone,” she apologised, “I’m not sure what just happened by I’m...” she stopped again, her face turning pale, “Hnggghh!” She groaned suddenly, falling forward.
Mr Miller caught her before she fell, unintentionally grabbing one of her breasts as he did. He didn’t let go though, but did his best not to squeeze.
Miss Stevens war arched forward, but now it seemed more visible that her belly was growing. And this time it didn’t stop.
Her belly started pushing the fabric of her sweater as it grew. Even she could feel it this time. Her belly popped the button and zipper of her jeans, releasing her belly to the world It kept growing larger and larger, looking like 5 months, then 6, then 7.
She watched as she approached the 9 month mark. She was terrified, was she going to suddenly go into labour!?
But her belly kept growing. It was getting bigger and bigger, reaching ridiculous sizes. It was starting to look more like twin sized, or even triplet... maybe more.
Her belly was now twice as big as 9 months. As she reached around 2/3’s of 3 9 months, her belly began to slow and ultimately come to a halt.
She stood there, breathing heavily. She placed a hand on her enormous belly, it stuck out very far, and since it was still hugging onto the now very tight sweater, stood out dramatically.
Then suddenly, her belly button popped out. It pierced the sweater, making a small bump appear.
But that wasn’t the only time part of her to do that.
Her nipples started to tent the sweater, one poking right into Mr Miller’s hand, he shuddered, knowing the respect he had to show for Miss Stevens... in front of the class.
Next, her breasts started gaining mass, filling up more and more, growing bigger and bigger. Perfect orb shapes as they grew. She didn’t wear a bra, as she didn’t usually have very prominent breasts and never had any risks with her usual clothing choice.
As they grew, Mr Miller started to feel something. Something wet.
She was starting to lactate, too.