You see one of the boys from your class, finishing his 'business' at the urinal, your gasp gives away your presence to him and he turns round with a confused look on his face...
You frantically cover your damp groin with your hands whilst explaining: "Sorry to give you a shock dear, I..uh... felt a lot of movement from the baby and I was afraid something would happen". You being you rub your bulging stomach and breasts as if comforting the baby that lay inside of you. "So you see, I had to run in here for some privacy..."
Prematurely pulling his pants up and zipping his fly, the boy slowly nodded and quickly escaped through the doors without washing his hands. Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly adjust your clothes and hair infront of the mirror, both of which looked quite disheveled due to your 'antics' in the cubicle. Your eyes drifted vertically down your plump and pretty 29 year-old body, examining every detail of your new form, your cute, petite nose to your wide, womanly hips and the big green eyes that rested beneath a couple of stray strands of chestnut-brown hair.
"I look pretty good for a pregnant music teacher" you thought to yourself as you sauntered out of the door slightly stumbling over the high-heels you were slowly getting used to...
Your mind constantly flutters back to intense ecstasy you experienced back on that cold, hard toilet seat, developing a craving for a difference 'hard' object...
The bell rings for the end of school, giving you freedom to leave the confinements of the school ground: What do you do?
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