"No, I really need to work on my assignment."

After you denied her request, Sandy tries for a few more minutes to endure the pains and concentrate on her assignment. But then, she raises her hand and asks the Teacher for permission to go to the toilet. Without looking up from his book, he nods his head, and Sandy carefully stands up.

Standing next to you, you notice a big bulge between her legs surrounded by a wet, dripping patch of fluid on her tight yoga pants. The pants are so narrow, that they show every detail of her underwear spanning her fit ass. One hand on the desk, the other one is placed under her belly, nearly pulling it up.

She gently wraps her jacket around her waist to hide the bulging head pressing against the fabric of her panties. On her chair is a puddle of clear amniotic fluid. She slowly waddles through the door and closes it behind her. You hadn't realized how far along she had been, let alone that she could nearly get to the point of birthing a baby right next to you without you realizing. Your mind wonders to your own belly and you wonder if it is possible for you to be that tough.