The Afterglow

The next few minutes are a blur. Your body feels so heavy that you can't move. Both girls have to help you to your feet and lead you to the nurse's office. It's no mystery to the students you pass in the halls what's happened. Your clothes are back on but you reek of sex, and your shirt doesn't hide your cum-filled tummy in the slightest. The boys try to look away, but the girls are staring. Some clench their skirts and chew their lips, but most of them look on with sympathy. When you arrive, Tammy whispers into the ear of the nurse, who nods understandingly. You're guided to a bed where you can lie down and recover.

"Girls, you really did a number on him," says the nurse. "I want you two to be more careful from now on." They nod bashfully. They're allowed to stay with you while you rest. The nurse leaves the room to attend to her duties, the two pull up some chairs, and everything is quiet for a moment.

"I'm sorry." Tammy's voice breaks the tension.

"Don't be," you whisper. "That was great. I feel like I'm floating..." She takes your hand in hers.

Meanwhile Samantha gets up and peers at your belly. She gets right up close, an inch away, and flicks it with her fingers. It jiggles.

"Hey! Watch it!" You say.

She crosses her arm and scratches her chin. "I wonder how long it will take for you to metabolise all of that." It doesn't sound like she heard you. She raises a finger into the air. "I know! I'll chart your measurements and make projections!"

Samantha runs off to fetch her tools and notebook. Tammy sighs.

"She can be such a dork sometimes..."

You wonder what that will mean for you once Samantha gets her turn.