Almost walking into a giant belly, Natasha stopped herself. Looking up, she saw the face of Mrs. Smith. She was a reasonably tall woman, who was 5 months pregnant with twins. She was also Natasha's current teacher.
"Natasha, why aren't you in my class?", She questioned Natasha.
Looking down at her belly, Natasha felt nauseous again.
"Well Mrs, I felt sick. And I still feel sick. Can you excuse me?", said Natasha before running back into the bathroom.
Vomiting into the toilet, Natasha felt a bloating sensation in her breasts. Sparing a couple of seconds to look at them, she saw that they had swollen. She then returned to the toilet.
After she had finished, Natasha got a better look at her breasts. And she didn't like it.
They had swollen up to D-Cups and a couple of wet patches had appeared on her shirt. Unbuttoning it, Natasha looked at her nipples, which were dripping milk. A quick taste confirmed this.
"I'm not pregnant. So why am I lactating?", Natasha asked herself.
Feeling a searing pain in her stomach, Natasha bent over, her breasts following. She clasped her stomach and felt it... growing? Looking down, she saw her hands being pushed outwards by her belly. The sudden expansion was too much for Natasha.
She fainted.
Groaning, Natasha woke up. Her eyesight was very bleary, making it hard to see anything. Rubbing her eyes, Natasha slowly regained her sight. Going to stand up, she found herself unable to. Looking down, she screamed.
Her breasts were still dripping with milk, but that didn't concern her. What did concern her was her enormous belly. Grabbing it, Natasha found that it was quite solid, meaning she wasn't fat. Rubbing it slightly, she recoiled in surprise when movement was felt. Putting her hand in the same place, she waited before feeling another movement, almost like a kick. This feeling, coupled with her craving for Peanut Butter and Chilli Sauce, meant one thing for her.
She was pregnant.
Struggling to her feet, Natasha attempted to button her shirt but found it impossible. Her belly was much too big. She managed to get a couple of buttons done over her breasts, but her belly was on display for all to see.
Unlocking her cubicle, Natasha had a look around. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she waddled out of the bathroom. Spying a back door, she headed for it as fast as she could. But before she got away...
"Natasha, you shouldn't be out of class in your current condition."
She stopped and turned. Walking towards her was a non-pregnant Mrs. Smith.
"Come on. I know you don't like being seen like that, but everyone is really understanding. It wasn't your fault.", reasoned Mrs Smith.
"But...", Natasha protested.
"No buts! Back to class!", ordered Mrs Smith. Natasha had no choice but to comply. She waddled off in the direction of her class, Mrs Smith close behind her.
Upon arrival, Natasha was greeted with a couple of nods but nothing more. The quiet greeting must mean that there's a test going on, thought Natasha. But that's not important. Why is Mrs Smith not pregnant? And why am I?
"Natasha, take your seat. You don't have to do the test, just revise.", whispered Mrs Smith. Taking her seat, Natasha was horrified to see Jessica at her table.
What sort of greeting does Jessica offer Natasha?
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