Like reaching the final stretch of a race, between the gurgles of Mrs.Collins voice and the sensations of your dick being squished around in her belly which gradually bloated up along with her hefty melons to another two cup sizes to rest upon her belly, your head slams into her noggin with a loud crunch and squelch. Making Mrs.Collins mousy face bubble and bulge a bit from trying to squirm away from your face leaving just her hand holding her own throat while the other slaps onto her chunky cellulite filled ass cheeks with it's present wide boxy shape rippling along her palm. all too late as her mind is pressed into the corner with a aggressive bulge and squelch of her bloated belly before the veins of her cleave bulge and throb before settling...the schools bicycle of a vore user Mrs.Collins mind switching over to your own with a twitch of her lips and her glazed eyes springing back to life with a loud gasp, "GUUH!?" you shout, her curly bunned up chest nut hair fluttering a bit at the bit of side bangs she left untucked in the breeze with a soft clack of her pearly necklaces bouncing against her chest from the awkward step or two...internally hearing her bodies insides slosh and squelch around your own like some plushy meat suit.
The contrasting feeling off all the heft just being connected to your senses as you see the steel painted door leading to the teachers lounge smacked right into the side of the schools administrative offices while a thin strap of a purse dangles off your shoulder. just feeling the dull grey maternity bra tucked under the dress being strained from the sudden bloating of her tits to the equally dull maternity panties wedged and trying to stay stretched along the vast expanses of Mrs.collins divot filled gelatin ass with the cute little marking of a freckle here and there that blotches randomly all the way up to your cleavage with the last one being smacked dab on your cheek.
All more foreign is the sensation of another living thing...her baby stuffed in her belly now jutting out with a 7 months pregnant appearance from holding both bodies which has hitched up the dress to expose more of your new ass as well as the lack of thigh gap legs being clapped together, all squeezing your smaller body.
Beyond that though your new hear raced at the site of the massive pale orbs rising and falling while resting on the belly with just a little bulge and wobble on the side of it's round shape with a nub of her belly button pointing out...knowing this isnt really a BIG deal given that Mrs.Collins has had enough people in and out of her body she might as well be a thrift store for hoppers. Even if she snarls and barks out in Pre-historic history class about her being a true to the bone hard woman to hop...only to be defeated by some brat wobbling her ass as a form of presentation. You cant but melt into the big prideful burst of energy erupting from your fat tits as her soft lips form into a boyish smile leading to a lick lip, bouncing up and down on her heels making her massive orbs launch up and down with a mighty meaty plap against her solid belly with a soft clap of her chunky cheeks as your dress flares up, pumping your hands up in the air victoriously while her normally irritated stern voice breaks into a raspy almost teenage boy tone, "EHEHE IM THE ALPHA HOPPER BABY!" you shout out into the cold morning air.
Clapping your new hands into the sides of your jutting belly with an aggressive sloshing to make it wobble, mocking her, "OOooOOoOh I AM a LApha grade Vore whore who cant be hopped at all, you hear that *wobble* pffffft as if, you belong to big daddy James gehehe....GOLLY" you yelp, unable to ignore the mounds resting on top of your belly. "...MAN IM STACKED LIKE A COW" you yelp, jabbing the side of her tit and feeling the flesh mold around your finger before springing out...then doing it again, and again, turning into soft laps to watch her tits rock from side to side while giggling till your own snort snaps you out of it, "Gehehe boobies...I got mega milky boobies they feel s-sore ghehe *snort* WAIT. Im a teacher now." you mumble, "I got some options now, I CAN make her lesson into a strip class EHE n-no wait I can even skip school and just be Mrs.collins gehe be a lil adventure, I think mom would under st-OOF" you grunt, feeling a bit of a bump against your belly which jerks you forward a bit. "Gah...HEY lil jerk ass, your Mommas new daddy is trying to enjoy himself, shush up!"you say, playfully smacking your belly....
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