Originally Posted 7-16-17

Previously Narrated by Swell Reads: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1Pou4PSiDc

Trisha could hardly believe her luck as she sat down at her bedside desk. Finally, she was going to have it made, at least as a start. There weren’t many art majors in town, and while only a minor satellite college, it still needed teachers. Trisha smiled, a shy smile, allowing herself to feel that most dangerous of all feelings : pride. A year of interning, shadowing the staff, and she was finally about to have her own classroom. She sauntered to the kitchen and smiled while she walked, her open robe clinging to her body while she walked. She took her coffee in hand, and took a sip while she reflected on the last year.

Some students called her the campus mom. She laughed to herself while she pondered that title. She’d certainly had the appearance of a maternal figure, especially at the age of 40. It didn’t help she was build soft, carrying her weight as she did, especially in her lower body and chest, even a 20 year old could be hugged into her body like a child. It didn’t help she wore her hair in a tall beehive and dressed so conservatively most of the time. As she downed the last of her coffee she couldn’t help but smile. The first day she could try to live up to her student’s expectations, and she even got a free coffee sample from her subscription to “Coffee Lover’s Digest” a brand new shot flavor from P.N.P. Coffee finished, she sped of to get prepared for the day. Today was going to be a day for the memory banks.

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When she made it into her building, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach going crazy. Hugging her carry case in her arms, she walked to her room, no, she reminded herself, a hall, a lecture hall to be exact~ She waved to her co-workers while she made her way into the furthest lecture hall. She walked in and took a look around. A small auditorium’s worth of of chairs and a whiteboard. She was living the dream. She straightened out her dress, and sat down in her chair, a bit more awkwardly than she expected,leaning back in her chair, only then she’d noticed, she was noticeably bloated.

Her belly gave a gurgle as whatever was in it, gave a churning gurgle, making her burp lightly. She smiled a little bit and patted her belly ever so gently, chalking it up to that coffee sample, and putting it out of her mind. In the first hour she did busy work, planning her lecture, and edging her excitement. When the students began filing in for class, she smiled happily and stood up, making her way to the front of the class to start.


“Hello students~,” she began. “I’m going to be yoor teacher teacher today, many of yoo already know me as Ms. Cho, but are there any questions before we start today?”

A female student raised her hand, smiling happily for her teacher. “When are you due, Ms. C?”

Trish stopped dead in her thoughts, glancing down to see her belly was now far larger. The look on her face must have been a dead giveaway because the student let the matter go without an answer. Trish couldn’t help but stare for a few seconds, she was so bloated she looked like she could go into labor at any second, her belly impossible to ignore, and churning tangibly to her. She smiled her same warm smile and began her lecture, resting her hand on her belly.

On some level it was peaceful, teaching while so big and gravid. She didn’t have trouble commanding their attention even if they weren’t focused on the lesson, they were on her. What she didn’t notice was her increasing girth. With each passing minute her belly would gurgle and stretch, filling her up as she taught, and gaining momentum the bigger she got. She only noticed, when she stopped walking, because she was no longer able to. Her dress looked like there was a big ball under it, and the gurgling was far more audible. She looked to her students and then to herself aghast, before she rested a hand on her swollen body. “I-I-..”

Before she could react, her body began ballooning up steadily groaning and gurgling audible from inside her body as she began to rise up like a growing ball. She bit her lip and tried not to respond too much, but she wasn’t stopping soon she was a ball of a woman 10 feet in diameter, twice as big as she was before and she wasn’t stopping, her body groaning and sloshing loudly as she swayed side to side unevenly.

Some students backed out of the front row and to the back anxiously as she grew, unwilling to edge around her while she grew to leave, but more unwilling to stay there if she….well..

She wasn’t stopping, her body churning and groaning as she ballooned bigger and bigger. She was like a weather balloon, a fat, gaseous weather balloon, her once already sizable breasts filled atop her growing body like a pair of overdrawn balloons, and she felt it, groaning and panting. Her students breathless as the campus mom grew bigger than anyone could have ever asked for. Eventually, her body quieted, and a student broke the silence :

“M-ms Cho? Are you ok-”

He was cut off by a sudden surge of growth and a groan of surprise from the teacher. “I-It’s not stopping, I can still feel it I-” she gasped and panted again. “I didn’t stop growing, I’m getting t-to fu-” She groaned again as she stretched dangerously, her body quivering like a balloon being tested. She was already so massive, but she wasn’t stopping. At this rate she would….

the middle aged woman gave a groan of both pain and strange pleasure as she grew right up into the ceiling with a soft “thud.” She panted and her body seemed to quiet down again. “I-I’m full…” she moaned helplessly, groaning. she could still feel her body trying to get bigger. “I-I…..ooohhh…” she moaned again. “I’m going to p-pop.” Sure enough even as big as she was her body began stretching dangerously, students beginning to file out quickly, she creaked and groaned her middle stretching more outwards unevenly, turning her from a circle to an obligue oval. She could feel her self running out of space, she was so full she could feel her cheeks balloon and her eyes go cross from the pressure, muffled protesting amid the creaking.

As the sound of a tremendous explosion rocked the hall, everyone at least silently agreed : “Today was a day for the memory banks.”