Aún desnudos and covered in sexual fluids in Dr. Gasols' consultation room (his office hours had not yet ended), Clara and her loving professor recovered for approximately half an hour, huddling together as best they could on the small sofa. She became more serious when he idly pinched her hard nipples, her miraculously full and responsive breasts like large soft globes on her chest. She was thoughtful that night. 'Mark, what do you want from this?' She looked at him fixedly. As I said, darling, to start with, I'd like you to wear shorter skirts in the laboratory. I need better access.' She spoke with authority, but with an ironic tone. 'No, I mean seriously.' She was now making puppy eyes. 'Are we breaking up? I'm very young for you and I think many of the girls in the laboratory are angry with me. And I know Bea doesn't want to talk to me,' she thought about her timid, gentle, and underdeveloped roommate, who had remained completely silent after the recent strong blows or passionate fucks that had filled their shared apartment. Mark turned towards her, perplexed. 'Clara, what is the age difference between your parents?' She shrugged. 'I think it's 11 or 12 years.' He nodded. 'I'm only 15 years older than you. Don't be fooled, sweetheart. It's just that we're at opposite extremes of our education, so I suppose that can seem like a chasm.' He reclined and his eyes explored the room reflectively. 'Personally, I think it's the perfect age difference for a couple. You're impressionable and innocent, I have experience and am capable. Plus, we get along very well together.' She frowned. She couldn't tell which parts of the monologue were sarcastic. Her eyes met his. 'Anyway, you told me you didn't want to have sex without getting married,' she pointed out. 'Sex BEFORE marriage,' he corrected. She blushed a little. 'And still not'. I agree with that. If my parents knew what I'm doing, they would probably disown me. I could never appear in church again. Her voice broke as she thought about being permanently excluded from her family and community. She was deeply devout, but her libido had temporarily overcome her commitment to the Lord. Well, what if we got married, Clara? Would everything be okay? He was holding her hand and didn't find the astonished look she gave him. What! That's crazy! She muttered and laughed a little nervously. I still have more than three years of university left and you're working on your research. I'm too young to settle down! Her face darkened slightly. Even with the man you love? The man you gave your virginity to? His voice had a tranquil tone that hurt, but she felt very confused. Did she love him? She must do, or she wouldn't have responded so passionately to each of his caresses. Yes, well, I mean no, she hesitated. This has all been a whirlwind. I still don't remember what happened that first night, or what I could have said. I'm sure I wouldn't have given up my chastity unless... I love you. . This conversation worried her. Her first encounter was still a mystery to her, since she had fainted after taking some drinks at a bar. She still didn't understand how their relationship had passed from an strictly platonic level of professor-student to one of almost daily illicit sex. She still wondered why she had lost her memory so easily the first time they went out and why she woke up with such pain between her legs the next morning. It wasn't until Mark comforted and cared for her the next day, giving her soup, alleviating her headache, initiating her slowly into the seductive rhythms of making love, that their relationship began in earnest. Well, yes, she continued, so even before that We would have been together, I was very in love with you - her head turned towards him expectantly - but I didn't have any plan to act accordingly. Clara saw it seriously and said I'm not sure how all this happened that you, mmmm, but you brought out this side of me. She lowered her voice. It's a side of me I didn't know I had. You've made me a woman, like I'm no longer just a girl. In any case, I am your girl, your dirty girl. I won't stop loving and wanting more of this. She licked her lips and looked at his exposed cock. She extended her small hand to trace the beautiful vein running along its length. He looked at her silently for a minute and then took her hand between his. Hey. Clara. Look at me. She searched. What do you think will happen if we keep going? Her voice had a cold tone that hurt and worried her a little. I... don't know, she laughed between her teeth. Will we fall in love again? I haven't thought about the future, I mean, it's only been around a month, she pointed out. I thought we could figure it out as we go along. Her serious gaze fixed on him and he clenched his teeth. I'm not talking about what you think will happen between us, I mean, what do you think will happen - he lifted his hand and put it at the bottom of his stomach - here. His larger hand covered where his uterus should be, the warmth of his strong palm gave Clara a small flutter. Suddenly she understood what he meant. Oh! She gasped. You mean a baby! She felt uncomfortable. Well, I... don't think so... I mean, do you...? She wasn't very coherent. They had never discussed this topic. Never mentioned it to anyone except when her mother gave her the talk. When she was 12 years old, her parents told her that a baby occurs when a husband and wife love each other very much and God blesses the union. The mechanics had always been a bit confusing thanks to years of conservative sex education based solely on abstinence. Well, Mark, let's say I can't even have one now. I mean, are you sure you can? It seemed uncertain. 'Wouldn't there be a problem if we could do it?' It seemed incredulous. 'I haven't had a vasectomy, if that's what you're referring to, Clara. I suppose you're not taking birth control. As for whether there would already be a problem, well, it's possible that there already is. You might already have...' His voice trailed off and he looked away. His hand remained on her, pressing softly against her uterus. Why do you think that? She swallowed hard. He sighed. Have you noticed anything unusual lately? he asked, playing with the enormous nipples that protruded from his enormous breasts. Mm, actually, now that you mention it, yes! Lately they hurt more, just hurt a lot. They hurt like when I first came to the laboratory. A penny dropped. They're growing again! She moaned anxiously. He nodded. Chelsea, despite what the lab gossip says, women's breasts generally stop growing after initial exposure. Your expansion should have stabilized two months ago. But I've been informally tracking rapid increases in volume and circumference of your breasts that are simply abnormal. At this stage of the plateau where you should be. And lately, almost haven't been to the laboratory, since we've been very busy together elsewhere. What I'm saying is that I think you might be pregnant. She felt her blood draining from her face. She really hadn't thought about it, except in abstract, that someday she would be a mother. But what it meant and what it implied was never discussed in detail in her family or school. She felt fear. 'Well, maybe you're wrong, Mark!' Her voice trembled. 'Anyway, a baby is a gift from God. If I'm going to be a mother, that's what God wanted and I know my family will help me raise a sweet child'. She jutted out her chin. Or the child could be adopted by a good... Christian family. That's how it could stay in school, she added doubtfully. Mark furrowed his brow and shook his head. You don't understand, sweetheart. We don't know the implications of the hormonal effects that cause breast growth we're tracking in the laboratory. I don't know how your reproductive system is affected. No one has gotten pregnant. And we've brought a child to term since we started this research. Then... what could happen? Her voice was weak. She pursed her lips into a sad smile. Well, honestly, we just don't know. You're our test case. Since we know hormones are stimulated, we believe the medication also has effects on fertility. My expectation is that conception would involve three to four embryos, so at least a multiple birth pregnancy. It would be a difficult pregnancy. With all those babies inside you, even you could be hospitalized for most of the term. He was stroking his stomach possessively now, his other arm cradling her against him. So could I be mother to... four? Within a year, he said in a hoarse voice. His mouth was dry. What about abortion! She really didn't know what the word meant, but she knew it didn't mean babies. She shifted and signed. He looked at her eyes but his voice was icy. You don't even know what you're saying, Clara. Those are our... children. My children and yours. I love... I love them. And I love you. She felt an emotional barrier breaking inside her. She lowered her gaze and hot tears began to flow down her cheeks. I have to think about all this, Mark. It's just that... there's a lot to process. She sniffled. Actually, we don't even know if I'm pregnant. You're always thinking the worst. As she breathed deeply, the vast expanse of her chest contradicted her. Her breasts had never been so large, so swollen, so ready to nourish life. Mark kissed The top of his head. Sweetheart, it's vacation time in a week. I want to be the one who takes you home to see your parents. Tell them I'll bring you, but don't say anything else. Just ask for a guest room. For your professor, don't answer any questions. We'll talk to them, we'll resolve it. I want you to wait until we're really sure before taking a pregnancy test, but yes, I do want you to take one. She moaned, her eyes closed tightly. Before meeting your parents, she added. They shared a silent goodnight kiss and she walked alone back home through the campus, with the strap of her backpack sinking into her large and soft breasts in places that had never felt before. What would happen to her? She hoped Mark's fears were misplaced. He probably got some things wrong sometimes. The next morning she woke up unstable and felt sick before breakfast. And she knew he was right.
Aún desnudos and covered in sexual fluids in Dr. Gasols' consultation room (his office hours had not yet ended), Clara and her loving professor recovered for approximately half an hour, huddling together as best they could on the small sofa. She became more serious when he idly pinched her hard nipples, her miraculously full and responsive breasts like large soft globes on her chest. She was thoughtful that night. 'Mark, what do you want from this?' She looked at him fixedly. As I said, darling, to start with, I'd like you to wear shorter skirts in the laboratory. I need better access.' She spoke with authority, but with an ironic tone. 'No, I mean seriously.' She was now making puppy eyes. 'Are we breaking up? I'm very young for you and I think many of the girls in the laboratory are angry with me. And I know Bea doesn't want to talk to me,' she thought about her timid, gentle, and underdeveloped roommate, who had remained completely silent after the recent strong blows or passionate fucks that had filled their shared apartment. Mark turned towards her, perplexed. 'Clara, what is the age difference between your parents?' She shrugged. 'I think it's 11 or 12 years.' He nodded. 'I'm only 15 years older than you. Don't be fooled, sweetheart. It's just that we're at opposite extremes of our education, so I suppose that can seem like a chasm.' He reclined and his eyes explored the room reflectively. 'Personally, I think it's the perfect age difference for a couple. You're impressionable and innocent, I have experience and am capable. Plus, we get along very well together.' She frowned. She couldn't tell which parts of the monologue were sarcastic. Her eyes met his. 'Anyway, you told me you didn't want to have sex without getting married,' she pointed out. 'Sex BEFORE marriage,' he corrected. She blushed a little. 'And still not'. I agree with that. If my parents knew what I'm doing, they would probably disown me. I could never appear in church again. Her voice broke as she thought about being permanently excluded from her family and community. She was deeply devout, but her libido had temporarily overcome her commitment to the Lord. Well, what if we got married, Clara? Would everything be okay? He was holding her hand and didn't find the astonished look she gave him. What! That's crazy! She muttered and laughed a little nervously. I still have more than three years of university left and you're working on your research. I'm too young to settle down! Her face darkened slightly. Even with the man you love? The man you gave your virginity to? His voice had a tranquil tone that hurt, but she felt very confused. Did she love him? She must do, or she wouldn't have responded so passionately to each of his caresses. Yes, well, I mean no, she hesitated. This has all been a whirlwind. I still don't remember what happened that first night, or what I could have said. I'm sure I wouldn't have given up my chastity unless... I love you. . This conversation worried her. Her first encounter was still a mystery to her, since she had fainted after taking some drinks at a bar. She still didn't understand how their relationship had passed from an strictly platonic level of professor-student to one of almost daily illicit sex. She still wondered why she had lost her memory so easily the first time they went out and why she woke up with such pain between her legs the next morning. It wasn't until Mark comforted and cared for her the next day, giving her soup, alleviating her headache, initiating her slowly into the seductive rhythms of making love, that their relationship began in earnest. Well, yes, she continued, so even before that We would have been together, I was very in love with you - her head turned towards him expectantly - but I didn't have any plan to act accordingly. Clara saw it seriously and said I'm not sure how all this happened that you, mmmm, but you brought out this side of me. She lowered her voice. It's a side of me I didn't know I had. You've made me a woman, like I'm no longer just a girl. In any case, I am your girl, your dirty girl. I won't stop loving and wanting more of this. She licked her lips and looked at his exposed cock. She extended her small hand to trace the beautiful vein running along its length. He looked at her silently for a minute and then took her hand between his. Hey. Clara. Look at me. She searched. What do you think will happen if we keep going? Her voice had a cold tone that hurt and worried her a little. I... don't know, she laughed between her teeth. Will we fall in love again? I haven't thought about the future, I mean, it's only been around a month, she pointed out. I thought we could figure it out as we go along. Her serious gaze fixed on him and he clenched his teeth. I'm not talking about what you think will happen between us, I mean, what do you think will happen - he lifted his hand and put it at the bottom of his stomach - here. His larger hand covered where his uterus should be, the warmth of his strong palm gave Clara a small flutter. Suddenly she understood what he meant. Oh! She gasped. You mean a baby! She felt uncomfortable. Well, I... don't think so... I mean, do you...? She wasn't very coherent. They had never discussed this topic. Never mentioned it to anyone except when her mother gave her the talk. When she was 12 years old, her parents told her that a baby occurs when a husband and wife love each other very much and God blesses the union. The mechanics had always been a bit confusing thanks to years of conservative sex education based solely on abstinence. Well, Mark, let's say I can't even have one now. I mean, are you sure you can? It seemed uncertain. 'Wouldn't there be a problem if we could do it?' It seemed incredulous. 'I haven't had a vasectomy, if that's what you're referring to, Clara. I suppose you're not taking birth control. As for whether there would already be a problem, well, it's possible that there already is. You might already have...' His voice trailed off and he looked away. His hand remained on her, pressing softly against her uterus. Why do you think that? She swallowed hard. He sighed. Have you noticed anything unusual lately? he asked, playing with the enormous nipples that protruded from his enormous breasts. Mm, actually, now that you mention it, yes! Lately they hurt more, just hurt a lot. They hurt like when I first came to the laboratory. A penny dropped. They're growing again! She moaned anxiously. He nodded. Chelsea, despite what the lab gossip says, women's breasts generally stop growing after initial exposure. Your expansion should have stabilized two months ago. But I've been informally tracking rapid increases in volume and circumference of your breasts that are simply abnormal. At this stage of the plateau where you should be. And lately, almost haven't been to the laboratory, since we've been very busy together elsewhere. What I'm saying is that I think you might be pregnant. She felt her blood draining from her face. She really hadn't thought about it, except in abstract, that someday she would be a mother. But what it meant and what it implied was never discussed in detail in her family or school. She felt fear. 'Well, maybe you're wrong, Mark!' Her voice trembled. 'Anyway, a baby is a gift from God. If I'm going to be a mother, that's what God wanted and I know my family will help me raise a sweet child'. She jutted out her chin. Or the child could be adopted by a good... Christian family. That's how it could stay in school, she added doubtfully. Mark furrowed his brow and shook his head. You don't understand, sweetheart. We don't know the implications of the hormonal effects that cause breast growth we're tracking in the laboratory. I don't know how your reproductive system is affected. No one has gotten pregnant. And we've brought a child to term since we started this research. Then... what could happen? Her voice was weak. She pursed her lips into a sad smile. Well, honestly, we just don't know. You're our test case. Since we know hormones are stimulated, we believe the medication also has effects on fertility. My expectation is that conception would involve three to four embryos, so at least a multiple birth pregnancy. It would be a difficult pregnancy. With all those babies inside you, even you could be hospitalized for most of the term. He was stroking his stomach possessively now, his other arm cradling her against him. So could I be mother to... four? Within a year, he said in a hoarse voice. His mouth was dry. What about abortion! She really didn't know what the word meant, but she knew it didn't mean babies. She shifted and signed. He looked at her eyes but his voice was icy. You don't even know what you're saying, Clara. Those are our... children. My children and yours. I love... I love them. And I love you. She felt an emotional barrier breaking inside her. She lowered her gaze and hot tears began to flow down her cheeks. I have to think about all this, Mark. It's just that... there's a lot to process. She sniffled. Actually, we don't even know if I'm pregnant. You're always thinking the worst. As she breathed deeply, the vast expanse of her chest contradicted her. Her breasts had never been so large, so swollen, so ready to nourish life. Mark kissed The top of his head. Sweetheart, it's vacation time in a week. I want to be the one who takes you home to see your parents. Tell them I'll bring you, but don't say anything else. Just ask for a guest room. For your professor, don't answer any questions. We'll talk to them, we'll resolve it. I want you to wait until we're really sure before taking a pregnancy test, but yes, I do want you to take one. She moaned, her eyes closed tightly. Before meeting your parents, she added. They shared a silent goodnight kiss and she walked alone back home through the campus, with the strap of her backpack sinking into her large and soft breasts in places that had never felt before. What would happen to her? She hoped Mark's fears were misplaced. He probably got some things wrong sometimes. The next morning she woke up unstable and felt sick before breakfast. And she knew he was right.
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