Anonymous said: Love your stories! Can you write one about a fit gym teacher who goes from being totally drug-free to a drugged up slut and loves it? She's been stressing out about trying to have a baby and tries to get weed from a former student to calm down. He's always wanted to fuck her, takes advantage and turns her onto cocaine and whatever else until she's down to fuck anyone as long as they cum in her pussy and help her get knocked up.
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I looked at the pregnancy test, waiting for the timer I had set to go off. I had done so many fucking pregnancy tests by then that I had lost all hope. None of the potential sperm donors I had chosen from online had done the trick. I was getting older and my baby clock was ticking faster and faster. I wanted to be a mother but I wasn't ready to be tied down to one man for the rest of my life. I was too young for that but much too old to be wasting my proper birthing years. The urge to have a child had been pushing me to crazy lengths and I had been trying my best to cope with them.
The timer went off and I smiled as the result I had been waiting for finally registered on the tiny screen. "YES!" it said, and of course, I knew what that meant! I was finally fucking pregnant! I let out a loud scream and then clamped my own hand over my mouth because I was in the restroom right in the middle of the gym, where my students were waiting for me to begin class. My favorite student, Edwin was waiting for me when I opened the door. I gave him a thumbs-up as we had discussed, to let him know that I was pregnant.
He instantly smiled and gave me a thumbs-up back. I had no idea if he was the father or not, and he had no idea either. That was the point of it all. Edwin had simply been helping me get pregnant by giving me helpful suggestions that would allow me to get what I wanted. He had turned me into a slutty bimbo of a teacher and I had fucked so many students that I was constantly worried about losing my job. It would have all been worth it if it weren't for this new life that was growing inside of me. I had wanted to get pregnant, but now that I was, I wasn't quite sure how I had let things get so out of hand.
I wasn't always the stupid bimbo wreck that I am today. In fact, the first four years of my teaching career at the community college was uneventful. I kept a healthy distance from my students and they kept a healthy distance from me. Then Edwin Waller came along and changed everything about my life until I could barely recognize my own self when I looked in the mirror.
I taught a few sections of a class called Health and Fitness, which combined learning about how to eat healthfully and exercise safely with actual workouts in the gym. This class was filled with mostly women who wanted to be nutritionists and a handful of men and women who were taking it to fulfill a graduation requirement. Edwin was in my Tuesday/Thursday class and he made himself known right away.
"Teacher! Teacher!" he shouted out as he raised his hand to ask yet another question. His dark hair was styled in a crew cut and it was obvious that he already worked out by his physique. I hadn't been attracted to him at first, but over time he started to grow on me.
"Yes, Edwin?" I called on him. He heckled me a bit each class, asking me questions that were growing increasingly inappropriate.
"Are the workouts you make us do the same workouts you personally do to maintain that amazing body?" he asked with a calculated smirk. He knew he was getting under my skin but I tried my best not to give any outward indications that the other students might pick up on.
"No, the workouts I offer you guys in this class are pretty basic. I definitely do a more difficult routine," I explained.
"Can you show us your workouts?" he asked.
"Maybe sometime after class," I answered and then went on with the class, not imagining what was about to happen afterward. As the students filed out of the classroom, Edwin made his way up to the front where I was saying goodbye to each student as they left.
"Teacher, I need to speak with you about something I heard," Edwin was always smirking at me and I knew why. I knew what he wanted from me but I had no intention of giving it to him. I wasn't into fucking my students or getting fired from my job. I was into working hard and seeing the results. That's why I loved the gym and working out so much. If I put hard work in, I got results.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I heard that smoking pot actually helps you get more muscle definition as long as you don't engage in the munchies. I've been trying it lately, but I can't tell if it's working. Can you tell me? Do I look more ripped now that I did at the beginning of the course?" He looked at me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable and I wasn't expecting it when he pulled his shirt off and showed me his defined abs. "What do you think? Is it working?"
"Wow!" I exclaimed before I could think about it. Edwin's body was ridiculously ripped and I felt a pang of longing that I hadn't felt since before my breakup with my fiance, Tony several years before. Sure, I'd fucked a few randoms from Swing Low Chat trying to get pregnant, but I was feeling something a bit more intense for Edwin.
"So do you think the pot is working?" he asked again.
My ears perked up as he said "pot." I knew he meant marijuana. I hadn't ever smoked that stuff but my anxiety over trying to get pregnant and failing miserably had me on edge. I needed something to take the pain away and I longed to have some of Edwin's marijuana. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to be alone with Edwin. Either way, I stepped outside of the boundaries as Edwin's teacher and took a different role, one I couldn't quite define.
"I think it is!" I finally answered him. "Wow. I wish I could smoke some so I could get more definition!" I exclaimed before I thought it through. Edwin didn't need any encouragement, and yet here I was encouraging him. I felt something naughty inside of me awaken and I knew that I should stop it before it grew into something dangerous, but I didn't really want to stop it. I wanted to have some fun.
"You know pot is legal now, professor."
"Is it?"
"Yeah. This is Washington! Of course it is. I have some in my truck if you're interested."
"Oh no! I couldn't!"
"Why not?"
"You're my student!"
"So, I'm not going to tell anyone. Live a little, Miss Andrade."
"Maybe I should."
"Yeah, you're young! You should live a little. Haven't you tried pot before?" Edwin looked so interested in my answer and I found myself lying a bit to seem cooler than I was.
"I tried it once in high school but it made me feel tired."
