#costume stuck
Nine months, nine months had finally passed and it was time. As much as I had hated Mrs. Shaw for what she did, I had also believed her. She was clearly out of her mind, and I didn’t want to be stuck in the nearly indestructibly durable pregnancy suit forever, so I kept my grades up. More than that, I stopped going to parties, I joined a few clubs, I got a part time job. My life had actually gotten a lot better since I got stuck looking like I was pregnant with twins and about to deliver. I… I didn’t want to admit it, but some part of me actually was sad that it was going to be over. I dragged my feet as I walked to Mrs.Shaw’s office…
Mrs. Shaw’s door was open and she saw the large frame and familiar wavy brown hair of her ‘favorite’ student. Miss Lane had gone through quite the change since she stuck her in that suit, and Mrs. Shaw was quite proud of how she had tamed the spirited young woman. Something about having to look like a mother had infused the girl with a sense of responsibility and respect, she wished she could teach all the young girls in her class a lesson like that…
“u-uh Mrs. Shaw? It’s April Lane.”
“Come in Miss lane.”
April walked in with a slight waddled as she made sure not to bump into anything in the tight office. “Well… It’s been 9 months, and… I’m a straight A student now.”
“So you are… I guess your here to finally get free of that belly?”
“I guess yeah.”
“You guess?”
“I…” She looked embarrassed, how could she actually have started to like looking like this… “I’m just kinda used to it… and I’m worried I’ll go back to how I use to be once it’s gone.”
“I see..” Mrs. Shaw’s face was an uncompassionate mask, but she was laughing on the inside, she knew just what to do.“Well, I think I have an option you might like.”
“W-what? I..”
“The college has cut my budget extensively after my expensive purchases last august, and I’ve started looking into some other ways to achieve my class projects. Do you believe in magic miss Lane?”
“Magic? Are you joking Mrs. Shaw?” April laughed, stopping as she realized Mrs. Shaw looked serious. “What kind of magic…”
“The kind of magic to make a girl look like you do without the need for a suit. I’ve been studying in the library and in the antiquities section I found a rather interesting book. A spellbook you see, one that has some actual magic in it.”
“Like… real magic?” April didn’t know what to think, Mrs. Shaw wasn’t one for making stuff up, and she looked dire.
“Now, I haven’t got to cast any spells yet, as I haven’t had a willing subject to practice on. But I was thinking. Maybe you don’t need a suit to keep you grounded miss Lane. If you want to keep a big belly like that so you don’t act out like a child, how about we take care of it permanently.”
“p-permanently?”
“Yes, I believe I can make you have a real belly, just as big as that, that will stay forever. You would like that wouldn’t you? To know that you look like a expectant mommy, and that you should be a good girl and work hard instead of slacking off.”
April couldn’t believe how much she wanted to be punished like this, to be stuck with an actual belly, she could just imagine getting to feel herself rubbing it, to actually feel her.. “What about the… the breasts.” she asked meekly.
“If you like having breasts that big I’m sure I can make sure that you will be filling those huge bras of your quite nicely.”
She couldn’t… she couldn’t actually be considering agreeing to this. To be stuck in a faux pregnancy forever? To actually have a big firm belly and huge tits that were real? The thought of getting to take off the heavy and restrictive suit but stay looking so big was turning her on in ways she didn’t even understand. She agreed without even thinking.
Two hours later April walked out of the school, her plump nipples visible through her bra, and her heavy belly hanging warmly over her. It was real, magic was real, her tits were real, and her belly was… real. There was no going back now, her life of parties and screwing around was over forever. She was going to look pregnant forever… just saying it made her wish she was at home with one of the toys she kept on hand. She reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it without realizing she was groping herself in public until her hand got wet. She looked down and saw large wet spots on her shirt as if she was… She was lactating. Her breasts were real and full of milk, just like an actual pregnant woman. She quickly got to her car as fast as she could manage with her huge belly, her face as embarrassed as it looked happy.
“Okay class, so the college is trying to raise awareness about unprotected sex and unwanted pregnancies. In order to promote said awareness we are going to having a little project…” Mrs. Shaw reached under her heavy oaken desk and pulled out a tan-ish white body suit, it had distinctive breasts and a large belly.
“These are fake pregnancy suits. The school spent a ‘large’ sum of money to make sure they were very realistic and durable. You are probably wondering what these have to do with our little project, and the answer is simple. You all will be required to wear one of these for a week and then right a essay on your experience.”
The class collectively groaned, and the girls looked quite annoyed at the prospect. I was more than annoyed, and I was going to let the teacher know it.
“I don’t need to wear some fat suit to know how a condom works Mrs. Shaw, if I can’t opt out I’ll just take the F.”
“Miss Lane, please sit back down, and the school is REQUIRING all students to do this.”
“No this is ridiculous, I’m not wearing one of those things!” I pushed my chair out with a loud squeak and walked out of the class, leaving a stunned Mrs. Shaw and a surprised classroom. There was no way I was gonna be stuck in on of those things, hiding my perfect body. I’m 5'6, 130 lbs, long wavy brown hair, C cup breasts, and I’ve been told I have a great ass. No way am I gonna cover all that in some fat suit.
“Miss Lane to the front office, Miss lane to the front office.” The intercom blared out and I groaned and rolled my eyes, Shaw must have called about my outburst…
Twenty five minuets later I walked out of the front office red in the face, this was absurd. I can’t believe they could literally deny me of my credit for the class for not completing this, I’m gonna actually have to wear one of the bloated pillow suits… Mrs. Shaw is going to enjoy this way too much.
By the time I got back to class all the other girls had donned their costumes and left, it was just me and Shaw.
“Well well miss Lane, it looks like you will be participating after all.”
“Yeah I’m here, only because I’m being forced to be, so lets get this over with.”
Mrs. Shaw had a smug look on her face as she pulled out.. my suit. I nearly gasped out loud and I’m sure my eyes bulged, this suit was easily twice the size of the others.
“It looks like all the girls took all the suits that were less far along, so all that’s left is this nine months with twins outfit.”
Her voice was dripping with her snide enjoyment, and I could tell she set this one aside for me personally. I tried to play it cool “Whatever, either way I’ll look fat so I don’t care what size it is.”
Mrs. Shaw motioned for me to turn around and remove my shirt and bra, this was humiliating. I now stood naked from the waist up with my back to the teacher ash she placed the costume over me. The first thing I noticed was how tight it was to my body, clearly made from a slightly stretchable material, I couldn’t get it to move at all so there was no sliding it off once the zipper was zipped, plus it was so heavy! I couldn’t believe how big and firm the fake belly was, or how it stuck out from me like a beachball. The tits! They were at least G cups and whatever they were made of jiggled and sloshed about as I moved, heavily bouncing on my chest. This was going to be miserable, I could barely keep it together as I felt Mrs. Shaw start to zip it up. She finished zipping it and I knew my fate was as sealed as the outfit, but I had only moments to worry about my upcoming week before I felt her fiddle with the zipper again.
I pulled away and turned around to find her holding a container of fast acting permanent glue. The glue that was hardening over the zipper as I stood there. I frantically tried to reach the zipper, but I already knew that even had I been able to reach it, it was already hard and unmovable.
“What the hell!? Why did you-”
“Miss Lane, you are disruptive, disrespectful, and have no respect for this school or this project. So I have decided to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”
“So you stuck me in this fat suit!? I’m just gonna cut it off!”
“Not so fast Miss Lane, the school ordered very high grade outfits and the material is very unlikely to be damaged by a pair of scissors, it would take industrial grade power tools to remove that costume I’m afraid, that or the precautionary material to melt that glue. WHICH I will gladly give to you at the end of the school year if you manage to get an A for the rest of the year and work with the video production class to do a PSA about pregnancy. Otherwise your going to be stuck like this for a VERY, very long time…”
“I’ll… I’ll just look online how to melt the glue!”
“What glue? What brand did I use, do you remember the bottle? Did I even have the right glue in the right bottle or did I switch the label? Face it miss Lane, you are going to be nine months pregnant for… about nine months. IF you can get good grades and be a good student that is…”
“But… But I…” I wanted to fight her, I wanted to punch her in the face, or scream, but I knew she had got me good with this. Nobody was going to believe loud mouth lane that good ol’ Mrs. Shaw had done something like this, so I was playing by her rules. “O-okay… Mrs. Shaw… I should go home and study I guess…”
“Now that’s what I like to hear… Oh and you’ll need this.” She threw me a bundle and I caught it, causing my huge breasts to jostle heavily. I realized it was a maternity shirt and tried not to grimace when I saw the word MOM written across the front it bold letters. She was mocking me.
“There’s no way you would fit in your old clothes, so this will have to do till you can buy a few more. Now go home and get to studying, we wouldn’t want you to fail a test…”
I gave her a final frown and pulled the shirt on, embarrassed and defeated I walked out of the class and started to make my way across campus to my car, suddenly wishing I had parked closer now that I was carrying all this extra weight. I could feel the stares of the other students, most of whom didn’t know about this class project, and my face was scarlet red by the time I reached my car. I looked at myself in the door mirror apprehensively.
I was unprepared for what I saw, I looked huge. It was my cute face and pretty hair attached to easily the most heavily pregnant woman I had ever seen in person, and I was going to be stuck like this for nearly a year
