Ashlie hummed softly, as she rummaged through her locker. Time had flown by, and she was doing rather well for herself, grabbing her Art Class textbook, Ashlie looked at her watch and smiled at the time.

“I still got time before the bell rings.” Ashlie said. “Don’t currently have any contracts to take care of either, so I don’t expect to be waddling out from cheer practice with a client today. But, as much as I love being lithe and toned, I do miss my belly whenever it’s not hanging off my torso. It always feels so good, to be pregnant with a client.”

Ashlie closed her locker, her K-Cup chest slightly jiggling, and quietly echoing a small sloshing sound, with each motion she made. Thanks to all the clients she’s unbirthed and taken into herself over time, she’s respectfully gained the title of School Muscle Mommy MILF and had to body to match it. Her overall clothes consisted of a sports bra, accompanied by maternity jean shorts reaching down to just above her knees, over a pair of black maternity leggings with a sash tied around her waist, hanging at the hip. Her long golden blonde hair, with icy blue frosted tips, was tied back into a Dragon Braid ponytail.

“I wonder what I should do for dinner tonight?” She pondered, moving through the hall towards her next class. “I normally have the cravings I get from my clients’ driving me towards my dinner choices, so I’m not really sure what I’d like for myself. I should also stop at the drug store later, get some more milk pads for my sports bra, to soak up any leaking lactation that happens.”