Elementary, my dear Watson
mc; Mg; Mdom; preg; inc
Mr. John Watson watched as the girls of his third grade class trickled in. He only taught girls, just like Miss Holmes only taught boys. It had been that way since they were both hired years ago. Mrs. Hudson taught the third third grade class, with both girls and boys, but she didn't get the results that Mr. Watson and Miss Holmes got.
Mr. Watson's girls always went right to the closets when they came in, putting up their lunch boxes and hanging up their clothes. He liked his class naked, and they obeyed his every order. That's part of the reason that his classes consistently were the top scorers in standardized tests. They had been ordered to remember what he taught them, but forget what he did to their bodies.
Every one of them had come to school in dresses. None of them actually knew how to put on pants or panties, any more. That caused some problems in later grades when they got their periods, but Mr. Watson never had to deal with that. His students were only eight when he got them.
All of them were seated at their desks by the time the bell rang. "Judy, come up here," Mr. Watson said. Judy was a bit of a favorite of his, and probably got more than her fair share.
Judy was a blue eyed blond, and like all the girls, kept her pussy wet with her stroking from the moment she'd stripped. He lifted her up, and impaled her body on his cock. It only took three thrusts to bury his cock inside her. Then he stood up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, holding her naked body up against his.
Like pretty much every day, Mr. Watson began his day of teaching with a little girl hugging her body up against him. Since she was the first of the day, he wouldn't last as long with Judy as he did with the tenth girl of the day, but he'd still keep his hard cock in her body for a good ten minutes at least, before he shot his load up into her womb.
He began teaching Language Arts, a lesson on antonyms, as July hugged her body against him. With the girl well trained to keep herself attached to him, rubbing her body against him, Mr. Watson could move freely, writing on the board and pacing back and forth in front of the class. This time, though, there was something different. Her slightly round belly was pressing against him. It wasn't like she was overweight. No, it was firm against him. This was different.
He still got through the lesson, and came inside Judy, but after he lifted her off his softening cock, he watched her stumble back to her seat. There was a bit of a bulge in her belly. Even as he invited another girl to fill her pussy with his resurgent cock, his eyes kept going back to her. Judy had been the first girl he'd taken in this year's class.
There had been something about her, from that first day that had made him want to do her first. In fact, now that he thought about it, she'd been his first of the day pretty much ever school day since. As he worked through the morning, taking three more girls and teaching Math as well as Language Arts, he kept looking back at Judy. As he looked at her, he was more and more sure. He'd actually managed to put a baby in one of his third graders. That hadn't happened in his ten years of teaching.
It was lunch time now, so Mr. Watson slid on his suit. A lot of the other teachers had complimented him on the fact he managed to wear it and keep it clean most of the day. He even took his class to the play ground in it. His class did not get dressed before he lead them to the cafeteria. No one would notice. They didn't notice the dried semen on Judy, nor the fresh load leaking out of Natasha, either. They didn't notice that Miss Holmes' class was naked either.
Once he'd escorted his class through the lunch line, he walked over to Miss Holmes and Mrs. Hudson. "Pardon me, Sherry and Martha, can you watch my class during lunch? I find that I'm in need of a short trip to the drug store. Some of my first aid kit appears to have expired, and who knows when the school system will purchase new ones? I'm not going to take my class to the playground today with expired anti-bee sting stuff."
"I better check mine this afternoon, while my class is in the gym," Miss Holmes said. "We'll keep an eye on them for you, John."
Mr. Watson quickly left the school and walked over to the drugstore across the street. It wasn't the first time, nor the last time that he made last minute purchases for his class when the school system fell short, and the cashier was used to ringing up things in several receipts. Most of the medical supplies went on one receipt that he would turn in, and pray to be paid back. The pregnancy tests went on the receipt along with the bags of Skittles that he'd give to his students later as rewards.
He barely got back to school in time to pick his students up from the cafeteria. He handed the test to Judy, and told her to go to the bathroom and use it. He was well into his lecture on Andrew Jackson, with Kristal holding on to him and working to get her load of his seed in her womb, when Judy came back in, placing the test on his desk. It was positive. The moment he saw it, he had to put Kristal down on his desk, and pound his seed into her, imagining that he was getting her pregnant too.
As he watched Kristal stumble back to her seat, he looked down at the rest of the class, then focused on Judy. Her hand was resting on her swollen belly. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed it before, actually. Okay, she wasn't really showing much at all, but it was enough, especially since there was nothing to hide the changes to her body. Right now they were probably hidden by her clothes, outside of school. Mr. Watson found himself looking forward to seeing it no longer hidden.
He finished Social Studies and it was time to take his class outside to the playground. He'd carefully worked things out so his class could remain naked on the three days of the week that they didn't have gym. He spotted one of his former students, Carol, who was now in fifth grade. She wore a baby doll style dress that was puffed up with her very pregnant form as she waddled off the playground. Mr. Watson's year of sex with his third graders left them really liking sex, and Carol wasn't the first fifth grader that he'd seen pregnant. They were no longer capable of saying no to sex, after all.
"Carol, how long do you have left?" He asked as she waddled by. Her class was leaving the playground.
"Two more weeks, Mr. Watson," Carol replied, lifting her dress at his silent order. She wasn't wearing anything under it, not even shoes. "Then I'll no longer be barefoot and pregnant."
"No, you'll be naked and nursing," Mr. Watson said. He imagined all of his class just like her. He knew it wasn't possible, but then again, he'd thought it impossible that one of his students would get pregnant. Carol waddled back into the school, leaving dress behind.
Mr. Watson turned to watch the girls of his class play with the girls and boys of Mrs. Hudson's class. It didn't seem to matter to them that his class was naked and Mrs. Hudson's was not. The clothed girls in Mrs. Hudson's class did allow Mr. Watson to imagine how his girls would look when he encountered them outside of school.
By the time Mr. Watson brought his class in for Science, he was firmly on his new course. No longer was he having sex with his students just to feel his cock in their tight little pussies. Now he wanted every one of them to leave his class with a swollen belly or carrying his baby. Only Judy was likely to do the latter, but there was always next year.
As he watched his students get dressed to go home, he imagined their dresses puffed up with their swollen bellies. Mr. Watson wondered how he could ensure that would happen. All his class was dressed by the time the final bell rang. Ten of them had a load of his seed inside them. He only knew that he'd been successful with Judy. Most of his students headed directly to the buses that would take them home. He spotted Carol waddling to the bus, naked, and smiled. She might get in trouble for going home that way, but it wouldn't be bad.
"Come on, Judy," Mr. Watson said, turning to the one girl who stayed behind as the buses pulled away. "I want to make sure your mother had no problems with your new condition, tonight." He really wasn't worried about that. Julie could resist a bit, but not that much.
"Okay, Uncle John," Judy said. Now that the final bell had rung, she no longer had to call him Mr. Watson. Together they got in his car, and he drove them home.
Mr. Watson lived in an apartment in his sister's family's basement. It was a big house. It had to be, as his sister had six children, two boys and four girls. She wasn't married though. John took care of Julie and her children. After all, they were the result of his teenage lusts, seven years where he had controlled her, body and soul. It didn't take them long to get home.
Julie met them in the living room. "So, you finally decided to knock one of our daughters up," Julie said, as soon as Judy rested her hand on her swelling belly. "You know the others are going to want you to knock them up too, now that you're no longer just knocking up me."
"Maybe this weekend," Mr. Watson said. "I have a class to take care of first. You think you can handle five pregnant girls living in this house, or do I need to make you accept again? No lies."
"Make me accept," Julie said to her brother. "Just like when we were ten and thirteen, when you started college."
Mr. Watson looked down at his younger sister, and made her look up into his eyes. "It's time for you to be my little girl again. Come Julie." And Julie shuddered with pleasure, as he watched her mind regress to the way it had been at ten, when he'd fathered his first son on her. He left her knowledge intact, but she would now behave just like his class did, save her classroom was the house. Of course, now, he was going to start working knocking up her and his daughters.
Accidentally getting Judy pregnant had changed everything.
