I was just like any other boy my age. Somehow, I was the worst though.

I was 16 when it happened. I went to a normal high school of about 1000 kids. I didn't really stand out amongst anyone, but I guess to her i did.

Of all my classes that year, art was my favorite. It wasn't that it was entertaining or good, it's that I liked Ms. O'Malley.

Ms. O'Malley was young, about 26. She was thin, with nice boobs and big hips. She was 5'11". She was very attractive. Best of all, she was a very nice teacher, you could just chill with her in the back of the class.

I'll stop rambling. It was No-Fap November. I was participating in the festivities. As i reached the end, I was pretty much on the edge. For some reason, I focused my sexual energy on Ms. O'Malley.

She was eight months pregnant at the time, for some reason this proved very exciting to me. I would ogle her in class (she wore tight maternity pants that really brought out her ass. Eventually, she began to notice and clearly became frustrated.

I was reaching the breaking point on the last day. I went into art, and didn't do anything. I couldn't focus. Her boobs looked very good today, very large obviously from nearing child birth. Her hips swayed in a mesmerizing way. I couldn't look away. As the bell rang to go home, Ms. O'Malley stopped me.

"Sorry, Eric, but I need to see you after class. Why don't you go sit on that table over there?"

I sat on the large drafting table. She joined me, sitting very casually like a close friend."

"So, Eric. I've noticed what you've been doing for awhile now." I became very embarrassed. She continued, "you haven't been getting anything done. I need to make you calm down."

Suddenly, I got very excited. My cock grew very stiff. She looked down at it and looked at me seductively. "Just say you want me and I'm yours, Eric." she whispered.

"I want you," I said, getting very hard, "I want your body!"

She sprang up (well as close to it a pregnant woman could come). "I'll be right back," she said. She went into the supply room in the back.

I couldn't believe this. I was going to finally smash Ms. O'Malley. I was Rock hard. I stood up on the table, and stripped all of my clothing off.

She returned with a box. It probably had loads of toys in it. She wore an apron. I was on the verge of exploding. She looked up at my long hard cock and smiled. Accept, she looked at it almost sort of mockingly. I became panicked, not realizing that I had lost the ability to move.

She saw how terrified I was. She said, "Oh don't worry, Eric. It will be over before you know it."

"Ms. O'Malley..."

"Just call me, Karen sweetheart, I mean we are going to be the same person." I gaped. "Oh yea, sort of missed that important detail," she laughed. "So, I really need a sub for maternity leave, but no one knows the material quite like me. I was looking for a person to turn into me. Luckily, I found you. You were perfect. You always admire my body and you said you want it. Plus, you weren't participating in class, so this is adequate punishment."

"You can't do this!" I protested.

"I know it seems hard to believe but I can, using this clay." She removed a large mound of clay and a statue from the box. The statue was a hyper-realistic model of myself made from clay. "This clay has special properties. When I add more to the specialized statue or alter the shape of it, your body also changes."

"Please, I'm sorry, don't do this to me." I yelled.

"It's ok, your need to understand that women's bodies are not here for display. Now after the changes are complete. Your voice will remain the same. That's why you need this." She poured some liquid down my throat. I screamed.

"Stop, Ms. O'Malley, sto..." I was stupefied. I had the same womanly voice as her.

"Beautiful," she said, "You also have my knowledge, skin, internal organs and hair color. It also got rid of that gross body hair. Now let's get started."

She began molding the statues face. I could feel pressure surrounding my pale face. She pulled and added to the dolls hair as my light brown hair grew past my shoulder blades. It was then pulled back gently into a ponytail. I looked in the mirror stunned, seeing my face change. My head became rounder. My eyes grew deep blue. My nose and lips softening, growing more feminine. "You look gorgeous,"she concluded. She was right, I looked just like her.

She moved down to my legs. I felt myself growing a little taller. My hairless legs softer, I felt my calves grow larger. My thighs got bigger, gaining baby weight. As my thighs filled with fat, She played with the statue's penis. She quickly added a huge mass of clay to it and shaped it until my dick was about 5 feet long. She made the balls the side of bowing balls, I could feel them weighing me down. Suddenly she removed both from the doll, leaving me flat. She then shaped a vagina from the flat part, connecting my uterus to its new opening.

She was loving seeing me so uncomfortable. She smiled. She moved up to the dolls mid drift. She added more clay to the hips. My hips swelled out, double the size of my petite waist. My entire lower half looked like hers."Now you've gotta have a booty, because I have a booty," she exclaimed spanking her hand against her big ass. She added clay to my statue rump. I felt my cushions push out more. Two large bubbles lay on my now large hips. "That's a nice booty you got there Karen." Mrs. O'Malley exclaimed. She slapped it nicely , causing my butt to jiggle about.

She thinned out my arms. She added more clay which caused my hairless arms to become slightly fatter. She then moved to my chest. She added clay to the nipples, causing mine to get larger and more sexually excited. I felt my chest expand to the size of her chest today. "You always loved my milk-filled breasts. So I decided that it would be best if you had milk filled breasts all of the time." My chest felt heavy. I needed someone to just hold my breasts up.

"We're almost done. But I just have to ask, you like big bellies don't you." I shook my head frantically, no. "Oh stop lying, you loved ogling my belly, so I think I'm going to give you a big baby belly." She began adding clay to the now very feminine doll's stomach. The more she added, the bigger my stomach got. More and more smooth fat jumped to my stomach. It got bigger and bigger. I felt like I was about to fall over, due to the weight of it all. She laughed, "You've got such a big belly now, you look pregnant. But you're not, just tubby." She said patting my huge belly. I felt like my belly and boobs were going to pull me over.

My mind was changed. I still remembers being male, and I still like women, but my feelings felt different. I now had her attitude, using different words in place of swear words. Instead of saying ass and tits I now only wanted to say booty and breasts. It was upsetting to see how much I'd changed.

"OK Karen. Let's get you dressed up."
She removed clothes from the box. She slid some panties on to my crotch. She placed a bra around my breasts that rested upon my belly. Maternity pants were snapped onto my legs and belly, bringing out my curves and ass. A tight top was added to show off my babyless baby bump and boobs.

"Ok, so I am going to tell you how this is going to work. You are always going to look pregnant, you will always have these milky breasts and this big belly. When I am on maternity leave, you will sub for me. When I return, you will take care of our daughter. You can be her second mother. Since my husband left me, I need to have someone help me."

I began to sob.

She comforted, "it's ok really. You got what you wanted. My body. This should be a dream come true. Be happy. You look sexy as hell. I promise I will give you a nice home, living with me."

I was sort of sad. But I had to accept what was happening. Ms. O'Malley sent me away to drive back to her house. Somehow I knew how to get there. As I walked down the hall, I felt my massive hips swaying. I felt tired, my big belly weigh me down. My boobs bounced as a walked, growing more sore due to the abundance of milk in them. This was my new life. This was what I would be, forever. A sexy pregnant looking teacher. I guess this is what I get.