Timmy held Thomas’ thighs tightly, looking down at the teachers stomach, “you’re so big”, he grumbled, palming the stomach, leaning down and giving it a kiss. “I want to see it”, he demanded, looking into the teachers eyes, “show me my babies.”
“I could see myself loving you,” the student admitted, holding onto the back of Thomas’s neck, playing with his hair. “I also can’t wait to see how big you are in a couple of months, I can imagine you weak kneed and struggling to move around but still having to teach,” Timmy admitted, “but I bet you’d love that, being stuffed and fat with my babies and everyone knowing you belong to me”.
“I could see myself loving you,” the student admitted, holding onto the back of Thomas’s neck, playing with his hair. “I also can’t wait to see how big you are in a couple of months, I can imagine you weak kneed and struggling to move around but still having to teach,” Timmy admitted, “but I bet you’d love that, being stuffed and fat with my babies and everyone knowing you belong to me”.