4 Months Later

It had been several months since Alex last thought about the art class that had changed his life in such unexpected ways. He had moved on, focusing on his studies and trying to put the strange events behind him. But the memory of that class, and the women who had been part of it, lingered in the back of his mind.

One sunny Sunday morning, Alex decided to visit the local farmers’ market. It was a peaceful place where he could clear his head and enjoy the simple pleasure of wandering among the stalls. The market was lively, with families, couples, and vendors filling the space with the vibrant hum of conversation and commerce.

As Alex strolled through the market, admiring the colorful displays of fresh produce and handmade goods, he suddenly spotted a familiar face—Emily, the bubbly blonde college girl from his art class. She was standing at a booth selling organic soaps, her back turned to him. But what caught his eye was her noticeably round belly, visible even through her loose-fitting dress.

“Emily?” Alex called out, his voice tinged with surprise.

Emily turned around, her eyes lighting up as she recognized him. “Oh my gosh, Alex! Like, seriously, I can’t believe it’s you!” Her voice was as bright and bubbly as ever.

Emily had been incredibly enthusiastic with his dick in her mouth, almost as if she got high from sucking on it, her mouth drooling, her eyes rolling back so hard that there was just the white of her eyes.

They exchanged a quick hug, and Alex couldn’t help but glance down at her belly. “Wow, you look... different. How are you?”

Emily giggled, placing a hand on her stomach. “I know, right? It’s, like, totally wild! I’m four months along now, can you believe it? My boyfriend’s been super sweet about it. But, oh my gosh, I’m just, like, so not ready for this whole mom thing.”

Alex smiled awkwardly, still processing the sight of her pregnancy. “I didn’t know you were... you know, expecting.”

It couldn't have been him, could it? No... all he did was cumming in her mouth, right? Right?!

Emily twirled a strand of her blonde hair, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yeah, it just kind of happened, you know? Life’s, like, full of surprises or whatever. So, how’ve you been? Still, like, doing the whole school thing?”

They chatted for a few more minutes, making small talk about life and how things had changed since their art class. But as they said their goodbyes, Alex couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

As he continued through the market, Alex found himself thinking about Emily and the timeline she had mentioned. Four months. It was the same amount of time that had passed since their art class. Could it really be a coincidence?

Emily's trembling legs as he slowly pulled out of her, his still engorged dick leaving a trail of cum behind. Damn!

Lost in thought, Alex almost walked past another familiar face—Cynthia, the tall, sharp-eyed corporate lawyer. She was browsing through a booth filled with organic baby products, her sleek, professional demeanor softened by the unmistakable curve of her pregnant belly.

“Cynthia?” Alex said, stopping in his tracks.

Cynthia turned, her expression cool and composed as she reluctantly recognized him. “Oh. Alex. How unexpected to see you here.” Her voice was calm, almost detached.

“I’m good,” Alex replied, his mind racing. “I didn’t expect to see you here... like this.”

She had asked his to stick it up her ass. Alex was afraid of hurting her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. As he penetrated her she was whimpering so pathetically, he wanted to stop. That's when she got real angry... Why did this woman want him to hurt her?

Cynthia gave a small, dry smile, her hand resting lightly on her belly. “Yes, well, life does tend to throw curveballs, doesn’t it? I’m four months along. My husband and I ..." she paused to choose her words carefully, "... we decided it was time to start a family. We’ve been quite thorough in our planning.”

They spoke briefly about her pregnancy and how she was balancing it with her demanding career. Cynthia didn't seem fully honest, and Alex couldn’t ignore the growing sense of unease that was building within him.

After parting ways with Cynthia, Alex decided to grab a coffee from a nearby café. As he waited in line, he noticed Jasmine, the no-nonsense stuntwoman from the class, standing by the counter. She was chatting with the barista, her athletic frame now sporting a prominent baby bump.

“Jasmine?” Alex called out, feeling like he was trapped in some bizarre dream.

Jasmine turned, her face breaking into a wide grin. “Alex! No way, man. What’re you doing here?” Her voice was casual, like she was catching up with an old friend at a bar.

Jasmine had been a real talker. Constantly commenting and dirty talking on everything that was going on. Encouraging him, encouraging the others, while she was fingering herself. Then, when it was her turn she rode him, rode him hard and wild as if he didn't even exist. God knows how many times he had cum in her...

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Alex said, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re... pregnant too?”

Jasmine gave a hearty laugh, slapping her belly playfully. “Yeah, man, four months in! Wasn’t exactly on the agenda, but, hey, life’s a wild ride, right? My girlfriend’s stoked. We’re just rolling with it, so you don't worry.”

They exchanged a few more words, Jasmine’s laid-back attitude making Alex feel slightly more at ease, but the pattern was undeniable now—Emily, Cynthia, and Jasmine were all four months pregnant, and it coincided exactly with the timeline of their first art class together.

As Alex left the café, his mind racing, he spotted another familiar face—Hannah, the warm and nurturing mother of three from the art class. She was pushing a stroller with her youngest child while her other two kids clung to her side. But what drew Alex’s attention was the way her maternity dress stretched over her growing belly.

“Hannah?” Alex approached her, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Hannah looked up, and blushed. “Oh, Alex, ... it’s ... uhm ... so good to see you. How have you been, sweetheart?” Her voice was warm but a little unsteady, but she approached him for a hug.

Hannah had actually been fun. She was so thick and cuddly. Alex had hugged her and burried his face between her big tits and just humped away, while she begged him to stop because if felt just too good.

“I’ve been okay,” Alex replied, glancing at her belly. “But it seems like everyone from our class ... uhm... ”

He remembered cumming between her boobs, on her face, on her hair even... yeah and definitely in her pussy too.

Hannah blushed some more and chuckled softly, her hand resting on her stomach. “Oh, yes, I’m four months along now. We weren’t planning on a fourth, but my husband and I are overjoyed. The kids are so excited to have a new sibling on the way.”

As they talked, Alex couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. It was too much to be a coincidence—all these women, all four months pregnant, all connected to that art class.

After bidding farewell to Hannah, Alex wandered through the market, his thoughts a tangled mess. He had almost reached the exit when he spotted Aiko, the petite Japanese girl with colorful hair who had been part of the class. She was examining a stall selling handmade baby clothes, her small frame now unmistakably pregnant.

“Aiko?” Alex called out, feeling like he was on the brink of some revelation.

Aiko turned, her eyes widening in surprise. “Alex-san? Wow, it has been long time!” Her voice was soft and melodic, with a distinct Japanese accent.

He still could feel the tip of her nose on his lower belly as she deepthroated his dick, gagging, drooling, coughing, her makeup running down her face...

They exchanged pleasantries, and Alex quickly learned that Aiko, too, was four months pregnant. She mentioned that her boyfriend was thrilled, and they were excited to start this new chapter together.

“I am so happy,” Aiko said, her eyes shining with excitement. “My boyfriend, he is very kind. We are looking forward to being parents. It is new adventure, ne?”

As they talked, Alex’s mind was reeling. The pieces were all falling into place, but he struggled to make sense of it. How could it be that every woman from that art class was now four months pregnant, and why did it feel like he was somehow connected to all of this?

After saying goodbye to Aiko, Alex hurried home, his thoughts spinning in circles. Once he was back in the safety of his room, he sat down on his bed, trying to process everything he had just learned.

It was then that the realization hit him like a ton of bricks—the timeline, the pregnancies, the connections. It all pointed back to that first art class, where he had been the model. Could it really be possible that he was somehow responsible for all of this?

His heart pounded as he recalled the strange, intense energy in that room, the way the women had looked at him, and the surreal atmosphere that had lingered long after the class ended.

But as the weight of this realization settled on his shoulders, Alex knew he couldn’t carry this burden alone. He needed to talk to someone who could help him make sense of it all, someone who had been there from the beginning.

That’s when he decided to reach out to Mrs. Crenshaw, the art teacher who had overseen it all. She was the only person who might have answers, or at the very least, the perspective to help him understand what was happening.