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“Happy birthday!” The voices of two excited adults rang out through the house, coming from the dining room where a family of three sat around a table decorated quite festively. Two party poppers exploded in tandem with their second words, causing a small shower of confetti to rain down over a teen whose face showed only mild amusement.

“Happy sixteenth honey!” The mother, a fairly young brunette with a very bottom-heavy but slim frame congratulated her daughter as she excitedly rubbed her shoulder. Her teenage offspring managed a half-fake smile while brushing the colored scraps of paper off her head.

“Thanks...” Maxine the now sixteen year-old, darker brunette replied with more sleepiness than excitement. The time was only seven thirty in the sunny summer morning, and on a school day to boot. And despite being a teen, Maxine still barely managed to sleep for a single wink when her birthday was coming up.

“Here!” Her mother chirped, presenting a breakfast plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon to the young girl. Her daughter wasn’t at the right age to appreciate such a nice breakfast, but as long as she ate it her parents were fine with it. “Make sure you eat up so that you have energy for today! Do you want me to invite someone? Your grandma could probably come, or your aunt would probably-”

“No, I don’t…” Maxine began, interrupting her mother. “I’m just turning sixteen; it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to drag grandma over here for that. And Aunt Laura, she’s…”

Maxine stopped herself before saying anything about her aunt, but her parents’ expressions urged her to go on.

“She’s just kinda… boring.”

“Oh honey, I know Laura is a little… calm, I suppose, but she loves spending time with you. “ Her mother replied, with her father nodding along. Her father was the third brunette of the group, a bespectacled man of average weight with a face full of stubble.

“If she’s available then that’s fine, I guess…” Maxine gave in, continuing to eat her pancakes.

“She’ll love to come over and celebrate you.” Her mother said with a big smile. “And don’t say that turning sixteen is nothing special; it’s a big day for a girl! I’m sure you’ll come to appreciate it before the day is up!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Maxine mumbled in reply, stuffing her mouth with a forkful of bacon.

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Thirty minutes later Maxine took a step onto her school grounds, moderately ready for her first class of the day; math. Her school was actually great with its beautiful grounds and buildings, her grades and attendance not so much. Good enough to get by maybe, but not without the occasional scolding from her teachers. It was a vicious cycle; she didn’t want to hear complaints about her grades or attendance so occasionally when she suspected a talk was on the way she would skip class, which meant they would both get worse. Today though, it was her birthday. And she aimed to do good as it would seriously kill the mood if teacher called their house about her bad attendance in the middle of her birthday celebrations.

“Hey Max!” A fairly high-pitched voice called out, belonging to a friend and classmate; Hannah.

“Hey.” Maxine replied, walking up next to her friend who was standing outside of their classroom waiting for math to start. Like Maxine herself Hannah was also small and thin, actually even more so. With her frail body, thin-framed glasses and long black hair she had a fairly nerdy or intellectual appearance, but somehow managed to stay popular with most anyone which was good for Maxine, because she didn’t have too many friends. Having at least one popular friend was enough to get by alright.

“Happy birthday!” Hannah whispered enthusiastically to her brunette friend, sparing her the embarrassment of anyone else in the hall wanting to openly celebrate the occasion.

“Thanks, can’t believe you remembered.” Maxine whispered back, still busy rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

“Course I did!” Hannah whispered back with a smile. “Now that you’re sixteen, maybe you’ll start inheriting your mom’s butt!” She laughed a little as she lightly smacked her friend’s thin butt with her math book, causing the brunette to jump.

“God, I hope not. That thing’s like two volleyballs wrapped up in skin-colored latex.” Maxine replied, briefly wondering how hard it must be for her mother to find pants that fit. Despite her overly meaty lower half, she always seemed to be wearing jeans that somehow managed to hug her lower body all over.

“Can I have it then? I can’t sit down for five minutes without mine starting to hurt.” Hannah said with honesty; the seats at the school were famously unforgiving to people with less padded rears.

The conversation was interrupted as the early thirty-something year old math teacher Mrs. Sharp came into view on a straight path to the classroom. Her appearance reflected her attitude and mannerisms, a strict and intelligent woman dressed in a gray skirt suit that fit her almost too well. The students didn’t hate her, but most of them hated math; her class.

“Good morning, everyone.” She said pleasantly as she opened the door and walked inside, followed by the twenty or so young teens who had arrived in time. Just like how the teacher was unhappy to see students disregard the rules or be tardy, she always seemed to light up when she saw a full flock of people diligently waiting for her class to start.

“So uh… how’s your math grade doing, anyway?” Hannah whispered as the duo of teens entered the classroom.

“Don’t ask.” Maxine replied.

The class went like any other when it came to math, with Maxine struggling to keep up partly due to her disinterest and also because of the math skills she lacked from missing previous classes. She was more focused on what she was going to do later tonight; what she was going to have for dinner, what her presents might be and so on. It was tradition that the birthday boy or girl in their family got to decide dinner for the day, and with very little constraints as to what it was allowed to be. She usually just settled on pizza due to bad planning, but this time she decided she could spend most of math class pondering what she wanted.

*RIIIIING*

“Oh! I suppose that ends today’s class.” Mrs. Sharp told the group of students as the hour of math class came to a close, though most of them were already packing their stuff or on their way out.

“Christ, finally.” Maxine muttered as she put her book down into her bag and walked towards the door together with Hannah.

“Maxine Henderson, you will join me in my office before you go on break.” Mrs. Sharp’s voice stopped the girl in her tracks. Maxine’s and Hannah’s eyes met in wide-eyed stares, with Maxine finally rolling her eyes in exasperation as she resigned herself to her fate.

“Uh… good luck!” Hannah said hurriedly with a wave as she flew out of the classroom and out of sight. Maxine simply followed the young teacher whose expensive short heels clacked as they walked down the polished tile floors towards her office. It was an annoying sound to her, but maybe only because anything was annoying this early in the morning and especially when she was on her way to get scolded.

Mrs. Sharp’s office was a place where Maxine had gone more than once this past year. The inside was protected by a big oaken door with frosted glass and a small plaque reading: Mrs. Erica Sharp, Mathematics. The actual inside was as neat and tidy as the woman herself; barely a dropped hair or misplaced piece of paper could be found even on days where the teacher wasn’t at her best. It could have been a nice place to be if all of Maxine’s visits to the place weren’t just to get bad news.

“Please have a seat.” Mrs. Sharp said, indicating a lecture was coming. Had it just been a document or homework she was handing over there would have been no need to get seated. Maxine did as instructed, sitting down in one of the wooden chairs near the teacher’s desk. Mrs. Sharp had placed her desk to the wall instead of in the middle of the room, creating no barrier between teacher and student. Her idea was that it didn’t create any imagined superiority and that gave her a better connection with any young soul who had the pleasure of visiting her office.

“So Maxine… do you know why I wanted you to come here today?” Mrs. Sharp asked. Maxine would have rolled her eyes if she could have done it without the teacher noticing.

“You need some homework printed out?” The teen replied in a dry tone.

“I think you’re smart enough to know the actual reason, Maxine.” Mrs. Sharp said. “Your attendance is low, and yet you still skipped yesterday’s class.”

Maxine mentally rolled her eyes again, frustrated that she had to come up with some excuse. “Yeah my… cellphone ran out of batteries in the night and my alarm couldn’t go off because of it.”

The teacher didn’t look convinced, though. “And what about Friday last week? Did your alarm not go off then either?”

Maxine found herself getting increasingly irritated as she spent time in the office. Having a teacher that cared enough to keep track of things that well was annoying for someone who skipped class as much as she did.

“You teachers always say we need lots of sleep anyway, why do you put math class at eight thirty? Pretty stupid idea if you ask me.” Maxine retorted with some venom in her words.

“I fail to see the humor in this.” Mrs. Sharp replied, unfazed by the attitude. “Your grade is passing but your attendance needs to be, too. School is out soon, why blow your chances now?”

“I know, alright?” Maxine erupted, slapping her hand down on the armrest of her chair. “If all I need to do is to go to the rest of them then fine!”

Mrs. Sharp fixed her glasses slightly after the outburst, shifting in her seat a little. “Yes, that will be enough. I hope you understand that I’m only trying to help you.”

Maxine, however, had stopped paying attention to what Mrs. Sharp was saying. This time it wasn’t because of her disinterest, but there was something else that had suddenly grabbed her attention. Something else about Mrs. Sharp. Something that was happening to her.

The white shirt underneath the gray skirt suit that had once fit like a glove around Mrs. Sharp’s trim figure was now starting to look stretched, even straining. Confirming her suspicions Maxine heard a noise that sounded an awful lot like fabric about to tear. But tear it did not.

Instead, the button right over Mrs. Sharp’s belly popped off with enough force to fly across the room and land near the door.

“Holy-” Mrs. Sharp stopped herself from swearing, turning around in her office chair and trying to cover up her abdomen with her jacket. “Why did I choose to wear this today…”

Maxine, however, was completely dumbfounded. Her eyes were locked to the spot that the teacher was trying to cover up, trying futilely to understand what just happened, or rather what was still happening. Mrs. Sharp was still trying to cover herself, but it was obviously only getting harder and harder for her as the pressure underneath her shirt pushed out even further, popping off button after button on her shirt until a metal pinging sound was finally heard, and since no desk was in the way Maxine could see that the hook on the teacher’s skirt had finally given in as well.

“I can’t believe this…” Mrs. Sharp muttered as she took off her jacket and covered up her now-exposed belly, but not before giving Maxine a full view of what it looked like: drum-tight, shiny and huge; bigger than what she imagined the average pregnant woman to be and not by just a small margin.

“Uh… ah… I…” Maxine mumbled incoherently as she continued staring at it even as it was covered up by the gray suit jacket, earning her an embarrassed look from the teacher which she, of course, didn’t notice due to her intense staring at the woman’s midsection.

“A-anyway, as I was saying… just come to the rest of your classes, and you’ll do fine. And if you think getting up in the morning is hard, think about me. I need to have enough energy for four people!” Mrs. Sharp said with a smile, still fiddling to try and cover up the massive sphere of her belly.

Maxine nodded with a slack jaw, still unable to form a coherent answer. Her previous anger was gone, but now she was almost in a cold sweat. Had it been anyone other than Mrs. Sharp, she would have instantly suspected the whole situation was a prank, but this teacher was too serious for that.

“Are you feeling alright, Maxine? You’re looking very pale…” Mrs. Sharp said and rolled her chair over to the teen, placing a caring hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Don’t worry too much about your grade; I want you to succeed, not fail. Now come on.”

Maxine barely registered what the teacher said, but stood up together with her. As they did, another button on the teacher’s shirt had enough of the strain and popped off but this time it was further up, around her chest. The button flying off had resulted in a diamond-shaped window of deep cleavage; Mrs. Sharp hadn’t been flat by any means but this was more bosom than Maxine had ever expected to see beneath that tight suit.

“Jesus Christ…” she heard Mrs. Sharp mutter under her breath, now having an even harder time covering up her chest and her belly at the same time. She moved her jacket up a little to cover her front and get one free hand to open the door, obviously in a bit of a hurry to get some time alone to fix her clothing. “Oh, and Maxine… happy birthday.”

With an uncharacteristically warm smile from the now fecund teacher Maxine was left outside the office, still standing still and trying to understand what had just happened.

“What did I just… what… how the fuck…” Maxine thought as she slowly tested her legs too see if the shock had been too much for her motor skills.

“There you are, Max!” Hannah’s voice called out as she bounced her way over to her brunette friend. Apparently she had been nice enough to wait outside the office for her friend instead of heading off to the next class. “What did she have to say?”

Maxine, however, was still not quite ready to form coherent sentences. “Mrs. Sharp… she… I don’t… she…”

“She…?” Hannah repeated, doing hand motions signaling Maxine to continue her sentence.

“She’s… big… bigger…”

Hannah started laughing at her words, her hand flying up to her mouth to stop herself from laughing hard enough for the teacher in the next room to hear. Maxine stared at her laughing friend in the same manner as she’d done to the swelling teacher, starting now to suspect she’d actually been pranked.

“That’s pretty rude of you! I mean you’re right, but I didn’t expect you to say that!” Hannah said as she calmed down.

Maxine continued trying to wrap her head around the situation as she got strung along by Hannah’s arm around her waist. She glanced back over her shoulder at the sturdy door to the math teacher’s office half expecting a normal-looking Mrs. Sharp to sneak out while laughing her head off, but it sat quiet until the two teens turned a corner and it went out of view.

But as they did turn the corner, Maxine felt mocked. She had definitely been pranked.

“I need to talk to Mrs. Sharp again.” Maxine stated with some obvious sourness to her tone as she abruptly stopped walking. Hannah, with her arm around her friend’s waist, almost tripped hard enough to lose her glasses at the sudden halt.

“Oh come on, Max.” Hannah began, readjusting her spectacles. “Complaining is just going to make the situation worse. Just act better in the coming classes, that’s the best thing to do now.”

Maxine furrowed her brow and started stomping back; ignoring her friend’s words. With the students outside in the good weather, her loud and angry footsteps echoed throughout the school as Hannah tried her best to convince her it was a bad idea.

“Seriously, she’s just going to get pissed at you! Let’s just get to P.E., we’ve don’t have much time to change anyway!” The black-haired girl called out to Maxine who was reaching for the handle of the door.

“Well go on without me, then!” Maxine spit back. “I’m gonna talk to her again!”

Her angry words seemed to get to her friend who finally gave up and walked away, turning the corner they came from and heading off to the changing rooms in preparation for P.E.. Maxine’s hand twisted the door handle, again laying eyes on the immaculate room as the door swung open and she took a determined step inside. Mrs. Sharp was there again but now with her shirt off and back exposed as she stood facing the window on the other wall, the hook of her black bra creating a clear contrast to her pale skin.

“Just like I thought, she’s taking her shirt off so she can remove the balloon she used-” Maxine thought in her head immediately as she entered the office, but she only managed coherent thought for about half a second.

“Oh my god! Maxine, please knock!”

Mrs. Sharp reached for her shirt in a panic, covering up her front as fast as she possibly could as the young teen’s eyes went as wide as plates on her face. Because despite being almost naked, there was still something attached to the teacher’s abdomen. Or rather, it was the teacher’s abdomen, but not the way it looked like during their class this morning, it looked the same as when she had exited the office before except… naked. And real.

“I’m sorry!” Maxine blurted out as she disappeared out the door again as fast as she had entered. She paused outside the office for only a second before she bolted off in search of Hannah. She had to talk to someone about this. The few other students in the hallways yelled at her to take it easy as Maxine bolted through the school trying to make it to the gym as fast as humanly possible, but to her dismay another teacher caught her close to the exit, forcing her to stop.

“Whoa whoa, what’s the big rush?” The English teacher asked as he intentionally blocked Maxine’s exit to get her to stop running in the halls. “I hope there’s not a fire or someone’s injured, which are the only two reasons you should be running in here.”

“N-no, I just-” Maxine didn’t know what to say, she just wanted to get past him.

“I especially don’t think you should run; you look a little under the weather.” He said, looking concerned. “Be sure to tell a teacher if you’re not feeling well, alright?”

“I- I understand, I just have to… ah…” Maxine did some gestures, trying to indicate she needed to get outside. Despite the limp gesticulations he stepped to the side, allowing her to continue on her route albeit a bit slower to not attract any more attention. Not even bothering to grab her gym bag she ran into the gymnasium, almost slipping on the polished floors as she rushed to the girl’s locker room.

“Hannah!” She called out the moment her head was inside the ugly yellow locker rooms, hoping dearly that her friend was still there.

“Whoa, what’s the deal, Max?” She heard her friend’s voice respond to the left of her. She looked to be the only one left; the locker room sat very quiet and empty with only the black-haired young woman left, busy either hooking or unhooking her bra. Maxine almost took a sigh of relief at the privacy, but something prevented her to. Something about Hannah, something that she was already worried about.

Just like Mrs. Sharp, Hannah seemed to be a lot rounder around the waist than just a few minutes ago.

“…So nothing then?” Hannah said after Maxine had stood silent in shock for a while. “Well then, do you have a spare bra or something? I accidentally packed one that’s way too small.”

Maxine didn’t reply though; her left leg buckled and she stumbled onto one of the other benches.

“Whoa, Max! You okay?” Hannah said in surprise, getting up as quick as her rounded abdomen would let her, her hand at the curve of her back as she waddled at a decent pace over to her stunned friend. “What did Mrs. Sharp do to you? You look like you’ve seen ghost!”

“I…” Maxine began as she could do nothing but stare at Hannah’s bulging belly which definitely looked smaller than Mrs. Sharp’s size, but still big enough that the thin black-haired girl looked about ready to pop out a healthy kid. “I don’t think I feel too good…”

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“Sick on your own birthday? Well, just make sure you take it easy, okay?” Maxine’s mother said to her pale-faced daughter, the shock having drained most of the color from the usually healthy-looking teenager.

“Okay…” Maxine replied as she headed upstairs with tired, uncertain steps. She had spent the entire walk home trying to comprehend exactly what the hell was going on, and had not yet come up with a single sound theory. Nobody had prosthetics that good. And even if they did, it wouldn’t be a teacher and a student with acting skills to match the quality of that craftsmanship. She kept thinking about it as she collapsed on her bed, the emotional shock of seeing one friend and one acquaintance suddenly very pregnant having taken a huge toll on her energy.

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“Happy birthday!” The voices of two excited adults rang out through the house, coming from the dining room where a family of three sat around a table decorated quite festively. Two party poppers exploded in tandem with their second words, causing a small shower of confetti to rain down over a teen whose face showed only mild amusement.

“Happy sixteenth honey!” The mother, a fairly young brunette with a very bottom-heavy but slim frame congratulated her daughter as she excitedly rubbed her shoulder. Her teenage offspring managed a half-fake smile while brushing the colored scraps of paper off her head.

“Thanks...” Maxine the now sixteen year-old, darker brunette replied with more sleepiness than excitement. The time was only seven thirty in the sunny summer morning, and on a school day to boot. And despite being a teen, Maxine still barely managed to sleep for a single wink when her birthday was coming up.

“Here!” Her mother chirped, presenting a breakfast plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon to the young girl. Her daughter wasn’t at the right age to appreciate such a nice breakfast, but as long as she ate it her parents were fine with it. “Make sure you eat up so that you have energy for today! Do you want me to invite someone? Your grandma could probably come, or your aunt would probably-”

“No, I don’t…” Maxine began, interrupting her mother. “I’m just turning sixteen; it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to drag grandma over here for that. And Aunt Laura, she’s…”

Maxine stopped herself before saying anything about her aunt, but her parents’ expressions urged her to go on.

“She’s just kinda… boring.”

“Oh honey, I know Laura is a little… calm, I suppose, but she loves spending time with you. “ Her mother replied, with her father nodding along. Her father was the third brunette of the group, a bespectacled man of average weight with a face full of stubble.

“If she’s available then that’s fine, I guess…” Maxine gave in, continuing to eat her pancakes.

“She’ll love to come over and celebrate you.” Her mother said with a big smile. “And don’t say that turning sixteen is nothing special; it’s a big day for a girl! I’m sure you’ll come to appreciate it before the day is up!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Maxine mumbled in reply, stuffing her mouth with a forkful of bacon.

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Thirty minutes later Maxine took a step onto her school grounds, moderately ready for her first class of the day; math. Her school was actually great with its beautiful grounds and buildings, her grades and attendance not so much. Good enough to get by maybe, but not without the occasional scolding from her teachers. It was a vicious cycle; she didn’t want to hear complaints about her grades or attendance so occasionally when she suspected a talk was on the way she would skip class, which meant they would both get worse. Today though, it was her birthday. And she aimed to do good as it would seriously kill the mood if teacher called their house about her bad attendance in the middle of her birthday celebrations.

“Hey Max!” A fairly high-pitched voice called out, belonging to a friend and classmate; Hannah.

“Hey.” Maxine replied, walking up next to her friend who was standing outside of their classroom waiting for math to start. Like Maxine herself Hannah was also small and thin, actually even more so. With her frail body, thin-framed glasses and long black hair she had a fairly nerdy or intellectual appearance, but somehow managed to stay popular with most anyone which was good for Maxine, because she didn’t have too many friends. Having at least one popular friend was enough to get by alright.

“Happy birthday!” Hannah whispered enthusiastically to her brunette friend, sparing her the embarrassment of anyone else in the hall wanting to openly celebrate the occasion.

“Thanks, can’t believe you remembered.” Maxine whispered back, still busy rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

“Course I did!” Hannah whispered back with a smile. “Now that you’re sixteen, maybe you’ll start inheriting your mom’s butt!” She laughed a little as she lightly smacked her friend’s thin butt with her math book, causing the brunette to jump.

“God, I hope not. That thing’s like two volleyballs wrapped up in skin-colored latex.” Maxine replied, briefly wondering how hard it must be for her mother to find pants that fit. Despite her overly meaty lower half, she always seemed to be wearing jeans that somehow managed to hug her lower body all over.

“Can I have it then? I can’t sit down for five minutes without mine starting to hurt.” Hannah said with honesty; the seats at the school were famously unforgiving to people with less padded rears.

The conversation was interrupted as the early thirty-something year old math teacher Mrs. Sharp came into view on a straight path to the classroom. Her appearance reflected her attitude and mannerisms, a strict and intelligent woman dressed in a gray skirt suit that fit her almost too well. The students didn’t hate her, but most of them hated math; her class.

“Good morning, everyone.” She said pleasantly as she opened the door and walked inside, followed by the twenty or so young teens who had arrived in time. Just like how the teacher was unhappy to see students disregard the rules or be tardy, she always seemed to light up when she saw a full flock of people diligently waiting for her class to start.

“So uh… how’s your math grade doing, anyway?” Hannah whispered as the duo of teens entered the classroom.

“Don’t ask.” Maxine replied.

The class went like any other when it came to math, with Maxine struggling to keep up partly due to her disinterest and also because of the math skills she lacked from missing previous classes. She was more focused on what she was going to do later tonight; what she was going to have for dinner, what her presents might be and so on. It was tradition that the birthday boy or girl in their family got to decide dinner for the day, and with very little constraints as to what it was allowed to be. She usually just settled on pizza due to bad planning, but this time she decided she could spend most of math class pondering what she wanted.

*RIIIIING*

“Oh! I suppose that ends today’s class.” Mrs. Sharp told the group of students as the hour of math class came to a close, though most of them were already packing their stuff or on their way out.

“Christ, finally.” Maxine muttered as she put her book down into her bag and walked towards the door together with Hannah.

“Maxine Henderson, you will join me in my office before you go on break.” Mrs. Sharp’s voice stopped the girl in her tracks. Maxine’s and Hannah’s eyes met in wide-eyed stares, with Maxine finally rolling her eyes in exasperation as she resigned herself to her fate.

“Uh… good luck!” Hannah said hurriedly with a wave as she flew out of the classroom and out of sight. Maxine simply followed the young teacher whose expensive short heels clacked as they walked down the polished tile floors towards her office. It was an annoying sound to her, but maybe only because anything was annoying this early in the morning and especially when she was on her way to get scolded.

Mrs. Sharp’s office was a place where Maxine had gone more than once this past year. The inside was protected by a big oaken door with frosted glass and a small plaque reading: Mrs. Erica Sharp, Mathematics. The actual inside was as neat and tidy as the woman herself; barely a dropped hair or misplaced piece of paper could be found even on days where the teacher wasn’t at her best. It could have been a nice place to be if all of Maxine’s visits to the place weren’t just to get bad news.

“Please have a seat.” Mrs. Sharp said, indicating a lecture was coming. Had it just been a document or homework she was handing over there would have been no need to get seated. Maxine did as instructed, sitting down in one of the wooden chairs near the teacher’s desk. Mrs. Sharp had placed her desk to the wall instead of in the middle of the room, creating no barrier between teacher and student. Her idea was that it didn’t create any imagined superiority and that gave her a better connection with any young soul who had the pleasure of visiting her office.

“So Maxine… do you know why I wanted you to come here today?” Mrs. Sharp asked. Maxine would have rolled her eyes if she could have done it without the teacher noticing.

“You need some homework printed out?” The teen replied in a dry tone.

“I think you’re smart enough to know the actual reason, Maxine.” Mrs. Sharp said. “Your attendance is low, and yet you still skipped yesterday’s class.”

Maxine mentally rolled her eyes again, frustrated that she had to come up with some excuse. “Yeah my… cellphone ran out of batteries in the night and my alarm couldn’t go off because of it.”

The teacher didn’t look convinced, though. “And what about Friday last week? Did your alarm not go off then either?”

Maxine found herself getting increasingly irritated as she spent time in the office. Having a teacher that cared enough to keep track of things that well was annoying for someone who skipped class as much as she did.

“You teachers always say we need lots of sleep anyway, why do you put math class at eight thirty? Pretty stupid idea if you ask me.” Maxine retorted with some venom in her words.

“I fail to see the humor in this.” Mrs. Sharp replied, unfazed by the attitude. “Your grade is passing but your attendance needs to be, too. School is out soon, why blow your chances now?”

“I know, alright?” Maxine erupted, slapping her hand down on the armrest of her chair. “If all I need to do is to go to the rest of them then fine!”

Mrs. Sharp fixed her glasses slightly after the outburst, shifting in her seat a little. “Yes, that will be enough. I hope you understand that I’m only trying to help you.”

Maxine, however, had stopped paying attention to what Mrs. Sharp was saying. This time it wasn’t because of her disinterest, but there was something else that had suddenly grabbed her attention. Something else about Mrs. Sharp. Something that was happening to her.

The white shirt underneath the gray skirt suit that had once fit like a glove around Mrs. Sharp’s trim figure was now starting to look stretched, even straining. Confirming her suspicions Maxine heard a noise that sounded an awful lot like fabric about to tear. But tear it did not.

Instead, the button right over Mrs. Sharp’s belly popped off with enough force to fly across the room and land near the door.

“Holy-” Mrs. Sharp stopped herself from swearing, turning around in her office chair and trying to cover up her abdomen with her jacket. “Why did I choose to wear this today…”

Maxine, however, was completely dumbfounded. Her eyes were locked to the spot that the teacher was trying to cover up, trying futilely to understand what just happened, or rather what was still happening. Mrs. Sharp was still trying to cover herself, but it was obviously only getting harder and harder for her as the pressure underneath her shirt pushed out even further, popping off button after button on her shirt until a metal pinging sound was finally heard, and since no desk was in the way Maxine could see that the hook on the teacher’s skirt had finally given in as well.

“I can’t believe this…” Mrs. Sharp muttered as she took off her jacket and covered up her now-exposed belly, but not before giving Maxine a full view of what it looked like: drum-tight, shiny and huge; bigger than what she imagined the average pregnant woman to be and not by just a small margin.

“Uh… ah… I…” Maxine mumbled incoherently as she continued staring at it even as it was covered up by the gray suit jacket, earning her an embarrassed look from the teacher which she, of course, didn’t notice due to her intense staring at the woman’s midsection.

“A-anyway, as I was saying… just come to the rest of your classes, and you’ll do fine. And if you think getting up in the morning is hard, think about me. I need to have enough energy for four people!” Mrs. Sharp said with a smile, still fiddling to try and cover up the massive sphere of her belly.

Maxine nodded with a slack jaw, still unable to form a coherent answer. Her previous anger was gone, but now she was almost in a cold sweat. Had it been anyone other than Mrs. Sharp, she would have instantly suspected the whole situation was a prank, but this teacher was too serious for that.

“Are you feeling alright, Maxine? You’re looking very pale…” Mrs. Sharp said and rolled her chair over to the teen, placing a caring hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Don’t worry too much about your grade; I want you to succeed, not fail. Now come on.”

Maxine barely registered what the teacher said, but stood up together with her. As they did, another button on the teacher’s shirt had enough of the strain and popped off but this time it was further up, around her chest. The button flying off had resulted in a diamond-shaped window of deep cleavage; Mrs. Sharp hadn’t been flat by any means but this was more bosom than Maxine had ever expected to see beneath that tight suit.

“Jesus Christ…” she heard Mrs. Sharp mutter under her breath, now having an even harder time covering up her chest and her belly at the same time. She moved her jacket up a little to cover her front and get one free hand to open the door, obviously in a bit of a hurry to get some time alone to fix her clothing. “Oh, and Maxine… happy birthday.”

With an uncharacteristically warm smile from the now fecund teacher Maxine was left outside the office, still standing still and trying to understand what had just happened.

“What did I just… what… how the fuck…” Maxine thought as she slowly tested her legs too see if the shock had been too much for her motor skills.

“There you are, Max!” Hannah’s voice called out as she bounced her way over to her brunette friend. Apparently she had been nice enough to wait outside the office for her friend instead of heading off to the next class. “What did she have to say?”

Maxine, however, was still not quite ready to form coherent sentences. “Mrs. Sharp… she… I don’t… she…”

“She…?” Hannah repeated, doing hand motions signaling Maxine to continue her sentence.

“She’s… big… bigger…”

Hannah started laughing at her words, her hand flying up to her mouth to stop herself from laughing hard enough for the teacher in the next room to hear. Maxine stared at her laughing friend in the same manner as she’d done to the swelling teacher, starting now to suspect she’d actually been pranked.

“That’s pretty rude of you! I mean you’re right, but I didn’t expect you to say that!” Hannah said as she calmed down.

Maxine continued trying to wrap her head around the situation as she got strung along by Hannah’s arm around her waist. She glanced back over her shoulder at the sturdy door to the math teacher’s office half expecting a normal-looking Mrs. Sharp to sneak out while laughing her head off, but it sat quiet until the two teens turned a corner and it went out of view.

But as they did turn the corner, Maxine felt mocked. She had definitely been pranked.

“I need to talk to Mrs. Sharp again.” Maxine stated with some obvious sourness to her tone as she abruptly stopped walking. Hannah, with her arm around her friend’s waist, almost tripped hard enough to lose her glasses at the sudden halt.

“Oh come on, Max.” Hannah began, readjusting her spectacles. “Complaining is just going to make the situation worse. Just act better in the coming classes, that’s the best thing to do now.”

Maxine furrowed her brow and started stomping back; ignoring her friend’s words. With the students outside in the good weather, her loud and angry footsteps echoed throughout the school as Hannah tried her best to convince her it was a bad idea.

“Seriously, she’s just going to get pissed at you! Let’s just get to P.E., we’ve don’t have much time to change anyway!” The black-haired girl called out to Maxine who was reaching for the handle of the door.

“Well go on without me, then!” Maxine spit back. “I’m gonna talk to her again!”

Her angry words seemed to get to her friend who finally gave up and walked away, turning the corner they came from and heading off to the changing rooms in preparation for P.E.. Maxine’s hand twisted the door handle, again laying eyes on the immaculate room as the door swung open and she took a determined step inside. Mrs. Sharp was there again but now with her shirt off and back exposed as she stood facing the window on the other wall, the hook of her black bra creating a clear contrast to her pale skin.

“Just like I thought, she’s taking her shirt off so she can remove the balloon she used-” Maxine thought in her head immediately as she entered the office, but she only managed coherent thought for about half a second.

“Oh my god! Maxine, please knock!”

Mrs. Sharp reached for her shirt in a panic, covering up her front as fast as she possibly could as the young teen’s eyes went as wide as plates on her face. Because despite being almost naked, there was still something attached to the teacher’s abdomen. Or rather, it was the teacher’s abdomen, but not the way it looked like during their class this morning, it looked the same as when she had exited the office before except… naked. And real.

“I’m sorry!” Maxine blurted out as she disappeared out the door again as fast as she had entered. She paused outside the office for only a second before she bolted off in search of Hannah. She had to talk to someone about this. The few other students in the hallways yelled at her to take it easy as Maxine bolted through the school trying to make it to the gym as fast as humanly possible, but to her dismay another teacher caught her close to the exit, forcing her to stop.

“Whoa whoa, what’s the big rush?” The English teacher asked as he intentionally blocked Maxine’s exit to get her to stop running in the halls. “I hope there’s not a fire or someone’s injured, which are the only two reasons you should be running in here.”

“N-no, I just-” Maxine didn’t know what to say, she just wanted to get past him.

“I especially don’t think you should run; you look a little under the weather.” He said, looking concerned. “Be sure to tell a teacher if you’re not feeling well, alright?”

“I- I understand, I just have to… ah…” Maxine did some gestures, trying to indicate she needed to get outside. Despite the limp gesticulations he stepped to the side, allowing her to continue on her route albeit a bit slower to not attract any more attention. Not even bothering to grab her gym bag she ran into the gymnasium, almost slipping on the polished floors as she rushed to the girl’s locker room.

“Hannah!” She called out the moment her head was inside the ugly yellow locker rooms, hoping dearly that her friend was still there.

“Whoa, what’s the deal, Max?” She heard her friend’s voice respond to the left of her. She looked to be the only one left; the locker room sat very quiet and empty with only the black-haired young woman left, busy either hooking or unhooking her bra. Maxine almost took a sigh of relief at the privacy, but something prevented her to. Something about Hannah, something that she was already worried about.

Just like Mrs. Sharp, Hannah seemed to be a lot rounder around the waist than just a few minutes ago.

“…So nothing then?” Hannah said after Maxine had stood silent in shock for a while. “Well then, do you have a spare bra or something? I accidentally packed one that’s way too small.”

Maxine didn’t reply though; her left leg buckled and she stumbled onto one of the other benches.

“Whoa, Max! You okay?” Hannah said in surprise, getting up as quick as her rounded abdomen would let her, her hand at the curve of her back as she waddled at a decent pace over to her stunned friend. “What did Mrs. Sharp do to you? You look like you’ve seen ghost!”

“I…” Maxine began as she could do nothing but stare at Hannah’s bulging belly which definitely looked smaller than Mrs. Sharp’s size, but still big enough that the thin black-haired girl looked about ready to pop out a healthy kid. “I don’t think I feel too good…”

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“Sick on your own birthday? Well, just make sure you take it easy, okay?” Maxine’s mother said to her pale-faced daughter, the shock having drained most of the color from the usually healthy-looking teenager.

“Okay…” Maxine replied as she headed upstairs with tired, uncertain steps. She had spent the entire walk home trying to comprehend exactly what the hell was going on, and had not yet come up with a single sound theory. Nobody had prosthetics that good. And even if they did, it wouldn’t be a teacher and a student with acting skills to match the quality of that craftsmanship. She kept thinking about it as she collapsed on her bed, the emotional shock of seeing one friend and one acquaintance suddenly very pregnant having taken a huge toll on her energy.