The donation counter suddenly jumped up and flashed green. "$5000 Mystery!" it announced. From FootballPlayer52. From Brad. "Uh... what's the mystery?"
'I just made a big donation. That's all. No catch. Please come?'
Despite her reluctance, knowing this was a bad idea, she slowly nodded. A slow smile crept across Mia's face. "Alright. Alright, you've won me over. Folks, I'll be wrapping up early, but if you're at the party, well... See you there!"
Of course, she was still their teacher, so dressed fairly respectably. A knee length black dress, not particularly low-cut, even if the fabric did cling provocatively to her oversized tits. Mia arrived a little late to the address, the party in full swing, teens dancing and listening to music and drinking underage, hitting on girls... All pausing to cheer as she entered. It felt good, she was the centre of attention and already had a drink in hand. She sipped on it, feeling warm and fuzzy after the first few sips. Seemed Mia didn't have much of a tolerance.
And Brad was all over her, tall and tanned and blonde and blue eyed, the quintessential all-American football player. But he was surprisingly charming, for a kid who had to have just turned 18, 7-8 years younger than his schoolteacher. And he turned out to be so sweet, so attentive, fetching her drink after drink, but gently dissuading her before she got too drunk. He was supportive of his teammates, kind enough to use his family's wealth to throw generous parties like this.
It was no wonder soon teenage girls were looking at her with jealousy as she clung to Brad's side, his arm around her slender waist. What did it matter if they saw her and Brad's first kiss, pressed up against him in the kitchen late into the night. And they didn't see the first time Jack had sex, on his back as Mia, his football player boyfriend atop him, a thick cock in her shaved pussy. She snuggled into him as dawn rose, not waking until later...
With a curious sensation in her stomach. Mia went to roll over, but it felt unexpectedly awkward. So she extricated herself from muscular arms, looking down at her stomach in absolute shock. Her stomach was distended, as if in the early stages of pregnancy. Her nipples looked darker, bigger, her breasts a little puffy and swollen. It... it couldn't be? Could it?