RIIIINNNNNGGGG, the bell struck and announced the end of the day. “Excellent work everyone, I’m proud of you all!” Sarah Fieldman clasped her hands together. “As a reward for your efforts, no homework during the long weekend! Enjoy yourselves!” As the students of Life Science 102 left in cheerful hum, each of the young adults thanked their instructor for her generosity. “Thank you, Ms. S!” “See you next week, Ms. Fieldman!” “Thank you so much, Ms. Fieldman!” The warmth of their words filled their teacher with overwhelming joy, Sarah was beaming. “Don’t think we forgot about you, thank you for your help, Mr. A.” My attention is grabbed by a small group of pregnant students, each bigger and more gravid than the next. “It was nothing girls, it’s what I’m here for.” My modesty mustn’t have been convincing as one of them, a particularly overdue red head name Lydia, handed me a sealed envelope. “These are letters from me and the other pregnant students. We’re so grateful for your help. We probably would have dropped out if it wasn’t for you. Nobody has been as kind to us as you or Ms. Fieldman and we wanted to express that.” I took the envelope and returned the gesture with a smile. “I’ll treasure these letters. You girls get a move on, you’ve earned your long weekend.” With a chorus of giggles, their group scuttled off, excited at the exchange that had taken place.

As the last of them left, I looked over to see Sarah watching me. “Anon! You’re amazing! This class is a complete success and we’re only a third of the way through the semester!” While there were a great many students who were pregnant in her class, none were as large or as far along as Sarah Fieldman herself. She waddled toward me, eager to discuss the progress of the class. As she approached, her belly pressed against my body. She must have had another growth spurt and was trying to adjust; she’ll probably need another week to get her spacing right.

I suppose an explanation is in order. Call me Anon, long story about how I got the name and it’s not the reason why you’re here. Another time, maybe. I’m a teacher’s aid to Sarah Fieldman, the instructor and head of the Life Sciences department here at the university. She took over Life Sciences to help teach students about pregnancy, a noble cause. Nobody has as much experience as Sarah in this field seeing as she’s both a full-time teacher and surrogate mother. Name something that’s happened during pregnancy and Sarah’s not only gone through it but found new solutions to the problem. I took the Life Science course when I was in university, years before Sarah took over. I also have a job history in fitness and sort of fell into helping pregnant women workout. It evolved into helping them move around, plan diets, I was even getting hired to help some particularly overdue women go on outings. I guess word got back to Sarah and she asked for me by name. We had a meeting, me, Sarah, and the Dean. The Dean said Sarah had just been confirmed as having a ‘hyper-pregnancy’ and would need help getting around or be forced to drop teaching her courses, leaving many students in a bad place. Unconvinced, I looked Sarah up and down, she looked very healthy for a woman who was four months along and I said as much. The Dean then informed me that Sarah became pregnant just under three weeks ago. That’s when I started realizing the full weight of the situation.

Since then, Sarah’s been very generous in giving me all her time. I mean it, the only time I’m not with her is when I’m sleeping. I’m often learning from her on how to teach the students in our class since I have no background in the field. Before we began taking students, I suggested that we reach out to women wanting to be a surrogate like herself. This way, Sarah could impart her knowledge on those who would need it the most and I could handle the physical needs of the women joining us. With only two weeks till enrollment, we got to work. Amazingly, one fourth of our students were pregnant and more than half were working towards a career where they’d be surrogates.

“I can’t believe how engaged our students are! The class is going better than expected! Look at these grade point averages!” Sarah was pressing tighter against me, desperate to show the results of our partnership. Sure enough, the lowest grade in the class was a C+ and that was with Lydia who had a particularly troublesome pregnancy and would often need to be excused for medical reasons. I would know, she calls on me exclusively and has even made up a special signal to let me know when she’s in trouble. “Anon, your idea is exactly what the class needed! I’m already getting requests for more classes next semester with even more active surrogates!” Forget spacing, Sarah was almost nose to nose with me now. When she’s happy, the area between us vanishes. “It was just a suggestion. Besides, your teaching is what has everyone engaged. I’m just glad I can help.” As I replied, my voice was a bit shaky. I was losing my nerve because an overdue pregnant woman was nearly on top of me. ‘Overdue’ isn’t quite the right term. See, hyper-pregnancy was starting to take its effect on Sarah. At her current size, a woman would be measured as overdue with triplets. For Sarah, she was only five months along. That kind of growth made her voluptuous, soft, warm, and all those lovely curves were now smothering me. So, you can see why I’m a bit flustered.

“Anon, take a look.” Sarah pulled away, much to my shock and somewhat relief. She set the papers down and then did something I really didn’t expect, she pulled back her top to reveal more of her breasts. Due to her size, Sarah’s clothes were already ill-fitting, exposing most of her spherical belly, but revealing her chest in this way made me see her breasts had not been far behind. Sarah’s milk was coming in which meant I’d need to get her bigger bras soon. Or I would be thinking of that if the blood wasn’t rushing to my face as my pregnant coworker showed me her boobs. Sarah pulled on her top a little more uncovering even more of her chest. “Got my swimsuit on for our beach date later!” That’s when my eyes caught sight of the thin red straps from under Sarah’s hair. I went from complete bashfulness to being slammed back to reality. The only word I could manage was, “Huh?”

Sarah let go of her top and placed her hands on her wide hips, pouting at me. “Our date! Don’t tell me you forgot. You promised to spend the long weekend with just me. We were going to drive there in your car right after school.” The lightbulb went off in my head. “That’s right, you got a beach house reservation from your friend Sophie. Sorry, I must have been so focused on work that I completely forgot.” I felt silly forgetting something that important, but I did make that promise. However, Sarah pitched it to me as more of a work retreat. Did she use the word ‘date’ just now?

Seeing that I hadn’t entirely forgotten, Sarah’s pout turned back into a beaming smile. She walked over, held me by the arm and leaned against me. “Alright Anon, I forgive you, but you need to carry my bags to your car. They’re in the front office so lets get them then we can head off for some alone time. You’ll be happy to know I brought lots of cute outfits and bikinis, we’re going to make lots of memories together, just the two of us!” With that, we set off together down the hall, Sarah still on my arm.

“Hey, Sarah?”

“Yes, Anon?” She replied, cheerful as could be.

“Why are you holding my arm?” I asked.

“That’s simple, I’m rather large and having trouble adjusting to balancing on these high heels. I’m just using you for a little balance, it’s why I need to lean on you and be so close.”

While Sarah’s answer was sound, one thing didn’t make sense. I have never seen Sarah trip, stumble, or roll her ankle, never. If anything, Sarah’s grace would put cats to shame. Maybe I was just overthinking again, this trip is exactly what I’d need to clear my mind. “Anon,” Sarah began to speak, “Did you know that staff are allowed to date at the university? I learned that a few days ago. What do you think about that?” What a sudden question, but I suppose I should answer as honestly as possible.

“I think it’s good. This institution is for adults and I’m glad they’re being treated as such. If things don’t get out of hand, it’s a good policy.”

“Glad we agree, Anon.” Sarah leaned on me even more, seemingly happy with my answer. I was going to ask the intention behind the question, if I misheard Sarah when she said ‘date,’ or if I had been reading too much into things. After all, we had been inseparable for the last few months and that kind of sudden bonding can create the illusion of deeper feelings. Did I find Sarah attractive? Absolutely, on every level. As far as I was concerned, Sarah was the blueprint for my ideal woman. But she’s a highly educated teacher with a lot on her plate, could she actually be attracted to me?

“Just so you know, Anon…” Sarah spoke up again, her words much slower this time. “Sophie informed me that the beach house has only one bed. I hope that’s alright. I really don’t mind sharing with you.”

Ah, I see. If I had any doubts about Sarah’s intentions, they were gone now. “You know, somehow, I have a feel like that’s the only arrangement that would have worked for us.” I answered back, directing my gaze to the woman on my arm.

“Again, I’m so glad we agree.” Sarah said, stopping me on the spot. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. Her lips were as soft as the rest of her, maybe softer. My body knew what to do, my arms finding her waist as I kissed back. Sarah pushed herself up on her tip toes, moaning into the kiss. As our lips broke off gently for some much-needed air, we couldn’t help but just stare at each other. In this moment, all I could think was that my vacation with Sarah Fieldman was going to be the most perfect one imaginable.

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