As you try to find a good spot to write your MILF fantasies on the paper. You notice that Brooke is alone on a hall's bench writing something. You don't seem to care what it is, but the moment you feel that the coast is clear. You have good sideview on her.
And then, you begin.
You maniacally laugh behind a pillar as you write down on the paper: Brooke is 8-months pregnant. And then watch from a distance as the fireworks starts.
You see Brooke's face becoming red as she begins to breath heavily. You see that her eyes are wandering everywhere. The heavy breathing starts to become more audable as she lets out accidental little moans and eeps. Nobody other than you doesn't seem to care or say anything as Brooke has stopped doing whatever she was doing moment ago.
You witness as random cough fits and more clearer and longer moans are let from her mouth. Her face is red as tomato and glistens from sweat. Then suddenly she yells and releases the massive amount of saliva build up in her mouth to her desk. You noticed as her body slumps on the table under her white skirt rushes down a stream of liquid.
You turn your head as you can't believe that nobody else around you is noticing this. Everybody are busy doing their own things as if they were under a spell.
You hear Brooke gasping and coughing as she tries to stand up from the bench. She walks towards a vending machine and takes a soda. At the same time you notice that her stockings has begin to wear a little bit. She seem to have a problem with her balance on her heels, but quickly wobbles back to the bench.
The hall is now empty and only one in there is Brooke. You see that she has a hard time on concentrating and constantly pats her belly.
As you take lenghty inhale. You build up your courage to approach her. It's not like you and Brooke haven't met, but it's more like she never approacher people who are lower on her status.
"Hey Brooke. Feeling fine?" you greet and wave your hand.
"Oh hi. Ummm." She replies and tries to hide her belly under her t-shirt. "Yeah, yeah. All is fine."
You hear a mix of rumbling and leather streching noises coming from Brooke's stomach. The belly what is wanted to hide beguns to push itself outward little by little.
"Oh, you looked so pale moment ago. Are you saying you are doing fine?" You ask while you try to take a good look at Brooke's belly. "I've heard rumors that someone in this school is pregnant. Do you know anything about that?"
Brooke without hesitation turns her face away from you and denies that she hasn't heard any bogus claim like that.
"Ohhhh, you know that if they do find out...." You begun to mutter. "They might get into a lot of trouble..."
Brooke at this point can't keep her expanding belly hidden. She must be at three or four months pregnant by now. Her belly looks like if she just had eaten a meal meant for six people.
"Yeahhh? And your point...?" Brooke replies with very anxious and hesitant tone in her voice.
"I mean, I could help them. You know. I got a friend who coul-" You say and then you notice that Brooke hips are starting to push out. She lets out a loud gasp as her stocking's threads explode into pieces leaving holes everywhere. Her bra is begining to be very tight at this point and maybe a cup too small for her. The whole body begins to dough up a little bit as her body is entering it's 5th month of pregnancy.
Brooke tries to cover herself with, but you've seen all of it. Her clothes are either too small or shredded. She looks at you with puppy dog eyes and whispers if you could help her.
"Ok, the basement is the safest place to be." You say and begun lead the way.
After a thirty second run you arrive at the basement floor under the stairs. Brooke's body has been transforming a quite bit on your way here and you notice that she now 8-months pregnant with very tight clothing. As she sit down next to you. She finally admits that she is pregnant and fears that she might be thrown out of the school if they find out.
Brooke's attitude has changed a little bit and acts more familiar to you. As if you and her been friends longer.
"I just can't believe that... You know..." Brooke tries to say but before finishing her sentence always cuts herself. You sense that she is very embarrased about something and then boldly ask.
"Who's the father?"
She starts to bite her lower and lip and responds...