Melanie staggered into the girl's restroom, breathing heavily, clutching her distended middle. "Come on, this isn't fair... " she growled, swinging open the door to one of the stalls, then slamming it shut behind her. "In the middle of an exam? How dare you..." Under closer inspection, one would see that the surface of her enormously pregnant-looking belly writhed with motion, bumps and divots of flesh popping out all over it. Her uniform just barely covered the ball of flesh, the fabric just as taught around her gut as it was over her large, pillowy breasts, giving her a rather bulky appearance. "I can't believe you're making me do this shit..." Looking both ways, as if she weren't isolated inside the tiny stall, she shoved a hand down her skirt, into her positively soaked white panties, curling a finger around her dripping wet sex. "Couldn't you have waited just another ten fuckin minutes to wake up? I'm going to fail my exam because of you..." She immediately began rubbing her clit, stifling back moans as her pleasure was amplified. Her free hand still clutched her stomach, squeezing it tightly, but her grip was beginning to loosen, as the writhing grew stronger. "I'm sorry about your current situation, but that gives you no right to do this to me!" She slipped a pair of fingers inside of herself, transitioning to fierce thrusts, dragging stronger moans from her lips, but not strong enough to break the seal that held them back. "I'm supposed to be the one in control here, not you!" Her two fingers quickly became three, then four, then her whole fist as her moans grew louder and louder, finally breaking free from her mouth as they echoed around the empty restroom. Her other hand had abandoned her stomach completely, instead sliding underneath her shirt and latching onto one of her voluminous breasts, groping at it fiercely, desperate for even more pleasure. With her arm no longer holding them back, the writhing bulges on her stomach grew in strength, pushing farther and farther away from her, pulling even more pleasure out of each movement. "Ah!" Melanie cried out as she reached her climax, her whole body quivering with the force of it. As her form shook, her stomach clenched tight, revealing for a moment the form of a small boy, probably one of the freshmen, packed in tight inside of her, his limbs flailing wildly. "Oh, God, not yet! Fuck!” Even after her shocking orgasm, she didn't stop pleasuring herself, mercilessly fisting her nethers with nearly half her forearm now bent double in order to gain more leverage. The tight form of the freshman remained visible for only a few moments before it began to soften, losing its harsh edges, and becoming more liquid. Faint yelps and screams could be heard from within her as the image became less solid, only audible from inches away from the heavily panting girl. With another cry, Melanie reached her second orgasm, this time spraying the floor with gallons of sticky feminine nectar, a continuous flow that didn't cease until her stomach was totally flat. "I had considered keeping you, but that's what you get for being naughty." She spit into the puddle before stepping out of the stall, whistling happily to herself. She had broken her first toy, but she could always get another, right?