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Story- No More Student Pregnancies
(Originally posted on deviantart by Doombeez)
St. Gerard’s was a good school. It wasn’t particularly famous or glamorous, but its graduates frequently went on to do good things in life. Its staff generally agreed that it was a good place to work. The people in charge of it had a genuine passion for education.
But there was one unfortunate fact about St. Gerard’s that really tended to overshadow all of that.
The class was hard at work, taking notes as Mrs. Curragh gave them a rundown on the finer points of the Russian Revolution. It could be hard to keep young people invested in history, but Mrs. Curragh’s passion for the subject went a long way as far as keeping them engaged went, and when she started regaling them about a particularly exciting aspect of the events. And so, it always annoyed her a bit when she got interrupted, and as such, she heaved a heavy sigh as she saw a hand go up.
“What is it, Suzy?” she asked. “You know you don’t have to ask if you need to use the bathroom again. We talked about this.”
“Um,” said the young woman, cheeks flushing. “…My waters broke.”
The rest of the class looked down. There was, indeed, a spreading wet patch beneath Suzy’s chair. Mrs. Curragh sighed.
“We’ll get you on the way to the hospital as soon as possible,” she said, shaking her head. “Would somebody be a dear and escort Suzy to the nurse’s office in the meantime?”
One of the other girls took Suzy’s hand, helping her get up, careful not to bump her belly on her desk, but as soon as she straightened up, Suzy let out a cry, clutching her middle.
“My baby!” she yelped. “It’s coming! It’s coming NOW! I need to push!” The classroom sprang into action, pushing several desks aside. One student got under each of Suzy’s arms, supporting her as she hiked up her skirt and bent into a deep squat. One girl quickly divested her of her sodden panties, flinging them aside, and moments later, Suzy let out a groan as the baby almost immediately began to crown. One student held Suzy’s hand while another knelt down to catch. A third had whipped out their phone and was recording the proceedings.
Mrs. Curragh, in the meantime, had sat back down behind her desk, head in her hands.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she said, as she felt the inception of a massive headache. “Not again.”
The Headmistress of St. Gerard’s, Miss Hemmingsley, looked down at the newspaper in her hands as if she was trying to will it to burst into flame. She had a reputation for being stern but fair, and her close-cropped silver hair, thin spectacles, and preference to wear almost exclusively dark-coloured pantsuits added to this image. She did not get angry often, but when she did, everyone felt it. She radiated fury.
She turned it around, displaying the page to the rest of the staff meeting. The title text on the story was: ‘DROPPING THE KIDS OFF AT SCHOOL’.
“I don’t understand,” she said, slamming it down onto the table. “We do our best for these kids! We’re forthright with them! We try not to micro-manage them! And Suzy is, what, the seventeenth in the space of a year?”
“Eighteenth,” said Mr. Dennett, the art teacher.
“This is getting ridiculous,” said Miss Franklin, the maths teacher. “You know what they’re saying about us, right? They call us St. Gravida’s.”
“Something has to change,” said Mrs. Curragh, shaking her head. “We really need a better sex ed initiative.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” said Miss Hemmingsley, slinking back down into her chair. “I’ve tried, I really have. But the school board says we just don’t have the funding to hire a proper sex ed teacher unless I let some of you go, and that’s just not an option. They said it was ‘not a priority’.” This was accompanied by a set of air quotes.
“I mean, one of us could do it, couldn’t we?” said Mr. Dennett. “We may not be biologists, but we know how safe sex works. We could do up pamphlets or something,”
“I have a feeling that we’re a little bit beyond the point of pamphlets,” said Miss Franklin. “We need something drastic, something that will really get the kids’ attention, something that will get them to really stop and think about-”
Her thought was interrupted as the door to the teacher’s lounge suddenly opened. The assembled staff all turned to look as Miss Hamer, the geography teacher, made her way inside.
“Sorry I’m late for the meeting,” she said, running a hand through her long blonde hair. “I had a doctor’s appointment and my phone was on silent.”
“It’s alright, Katie,” said Miss Hemmingsley, shaking her head. “Are you alright?”
“Good news, actually,” she said, beaming. “Although, erm, maybe not appropriate, given the subject of the meeting.”
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” said Miss Franklin.
Miss Hamer’s smile widened. “Well, I’m… I’m pregnant!” she said, putting her hands together. “Almost three months now!”
“Congratulations,” said Miss Curragh, deadpan. “You and everyone else in this school, looks like.”
“Yeah, that’s just the thing that a school full of pregnant students’ needs,” said Miss Hemmingsley. “A pregnant… teacher…” Then she slowed down, her gaze unfocusing for a moment. The staff could almost see the light bulb clicking on above her head, and slowly, her thin lips spread until a smile.
“These kids are so cavalier about sex because they don’t have enough experience with the realities of the consequences,” said Miss Hemmingsley. “Not until it’s much too late. But right now, we have an opportunity.” She looked back at Miss Hamer, gesturing for her to sit.
“I’m not sure I follow,” she said, as she settled into her seat.
“We need something drastic, right?” said Miss Hemmingsley, looking to Miss Franklin. “Something that will really get the kids’ attention, make them all think. Dare I say, even shock them a little bit. We don’t have a trained sex ed instructor, but we have the next best thing.” She looked back to Miss Hamer. “With your permission… I’d like you to have your baby here. At the school. Let the kids see what it’s like first hand.”
“I’m sorry, what?” she said, cocking her head. “You can’t be suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
“I know it’s a big ask,” Said Miss Hemmingsley, “but think about it. We need to make this a lot more real for the students. A pamphlet or a video is too detached. They need to experience the reality of the consequences of sex without needing to experience said consequences first-hand. They need to know what it’s like.”
“You can’t just ask her to do that!” said Miss Franklin, shocked. “I mean… put her body on display like that?”
“On the one hand, I’m inclined to agree with Jill,” said Mr. Dennett. “But on the other hand, look at the statistics. What we’ve been doing so far hasn’t been working. We need something that will really get their attention, something they can’t tune out from, something that they’ll remember for years to come and pass on to the next generation.”
“Let me make one clear,” said Miss Hemmingsley, before Miss Hamer had a chance to reply. “I’m not making an ultimatum here. Your job is not on the line. I can’t offer you much in the way of incentives either, though I don’t think some extra maternity leave is out of the question. But we have a unique opportunity here. One to really reach people and make an impression on them. Will you help us?”
Miss Hamer’s lip twisted as she thought about it. The idea was absolutely unthinkable, and yet, here she was, thinking about it. She knew about the school’s reputation, and surely, something had to be done. And how often would they get a chance like this?
“Alright,” she said, nodding. “I’ll do it. Because I care about this school and the students.”
“This is crazy,” said Miss Curragh. “But we’ve tried sensible plans and they didn’t work. So maybe it’s time to give crazy a chance.”
There was much that needed to be planned for what would follow. The first thing was an announcement.
A couple of months later, Miss Hamer stood before a smartphone set into a tripod in the AV room, which was empty save for her and Mary, the school nurse. She and Miss Hamer had been friends since Miss Hamer had gotten a severe allergic reaction on her first week of working. Mary was an older woman who’d worn a variety of hats in her long career. She’d been an army medic once upon a time, as well as having done a lot of foreign aid work. Her current career was chosen specifically for the lack of excitement it brought along.
“Alright,” said Mary, as she steadied the phone. “I just press the red icon to start the recording, right?”
“That’s right,” said Miss Hamer, taking a deep breath. “Alright, I’m ready, hit it.”
“Starting the recording in three, two, one…”
The light flashed on, and Miss Hamer cleared her throat.
“Hello, students of St. Gerard’s,” she said. “You all probably know me. I’m Katie Hamer, and I teach geography here. But I’m not here to talk to you about geography today. I’m here to talk to you about something else.”
She took a deep breath. This was going to be her last chance to back out of this whole deal. But it was for a good cause.
“I’m here because I’m having a baby.” And with that, she lifted up her shirt, showing off her developing baby bump.
“I’m not going to name names here,” she said, “but this is something I have in common with some of the student body. Whoever you are, you're not in trouble, I promise. But it’s occurred to the faculty that this would be less of a problem if you were more educated on the whole process. So, in the coming months, I’ll be periodically talking to you on pregnancy and letting you get some hands-on experience with the subject. Because it’s a wonderful process, but it’s also one that you shouldn’t begin unless you really, really know what you’re getting into. As well, Nurse Mary will be on-hand during school hours for any questions you might have. To top it all off, in a few months, we’ll be having a special presentation for the whole student body. Attendance is not mandatory, but I really hope that you’ll all choose to come. After you watch this video, you’ll each be given a permission slip for a parent or guardian to sign.”
“That’s all for now. I look forward to learning with all of you.”
After a moment, she added, “Also, if you’re behind on your geography homework, please take some time to finish it up. I really don’t ask a lot! Ten minutes of research, tops, then you can enjoy your evening!”
And with that, Mary stopped the video, and Miss Hamer let out a big breath.
“How was that?” said Miss Hamer.
“You did fine,” said Mary, giving her a thumbs up. “I’ll get this video to the headmistress and she’ll be showing it to every class tomorrow. I have to say, it’s really gutsy of you to go through with this.”
“I just hope it works,” she said, feeling herself blush.
To Miss Hamer’s surprise, the video did a lot to catch the school’s attention. Perhaps it was because she was reasonably well-liked among the student body, or just because she was so open about the subject of her pregnancy, but the overwhelming majority of the student body got their permission slips signed.
Following that, once a month or so, Miss Hamer would record another video, showing off her growth and describing - in graphic detail - all of the symptoms her body was going through. Every ache, every pain, the odd cravings, the frequent trips to the bathroom. As well, she would show off her ultrasounds and talk about the baby’s development. The students even saw her when she found out her baby’s sex for the first time, and shared in her delight that she would be having a little girl.
The classes where her videos were showed off got perfect attendance. Students would come to her all the time with questions and comments, and some even brought little gifts for her or her baby. But as the months went on, she couldn’t help but remain apprehensive about what was coming next. The Big Day. Could she really go through with it?
It happened suddenly, perhaps two weeks from her due date. She had just finished recording her latest video the prior week, and things had returned to more-or-less business as usual, aside from the fact that she felt like a blimp. Currently, she was teaching her morning senior class, just like she usually did.
“So as you can see,” she said, pointing to the diagram, “Cartographers can be jerks just like anyone else. This can be most famously seen in-”
She paused for a moment, staring off into space. She’d been feeling somewhat strange all morning, but hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, blaming it on the terrible breakfast burrito she’d started the day with.
“Sorry. As I was saying, this can most famously- shit!”
The class broke out into a fit of giggles as their teacher cursed, stumbling and knocking her pencil cup off of her desk with her belly. She groaned, giving her belly a rub. It might have been nothing, but she didn’t want to take any chances.
“Change of plan,” she said, nodding. “Read from chapters six through eight for the rest of the period and try not to break anything while I’m gone.”
With that, she waddled her way out into the halls, which were thankfully devoid of students this time of day, and quickly proceeded to Mary’s office. When she made her way in, she found the nurse lounging back on the examination table, reading a trashy-looking romance novel.
“Morning,” she said, giving Miss Hamer a nod. “What can I do you for?”
“I’ve been feeling some pain,” she said, shutting the door behind her. “It might be nothing. Braxton-Hicks contractions or indigestion or any of those things. But I don’t want to take any chances, considering.”
“Smart of you,” said Mary, hopping off the table and patting the spot where she was just seated. As Miss Hamer seated herself and pulled off her pants, Mary washed her hands and slipped on a pair of gloves. With the utmost care, she laid her hands on Miss Hamer’s belly. Mary was no midwife, but she’d spent the past few months brushing up on obstetric medicine to better help Miss Hamer with the ordeal to come.
“Feels like the baby’s dropped into position,” said Mary. “I’m going to examine your cervix now. Try to relax.”
“Trying,” said Miss Hamer, as she felt Mary’s fingers probe into her deepest reaches. “It’s funny… I’m more nervous about what’s going to happen up there than I am about actually giving birth.”
“I don’t blame you for that, really!” said Mary, smirking. “This whole situation is bizarre, if you ask me. But you’re doing it for a good reason, and that takes guts. Now, relax.”
Miss Hamer tried not to squirm as Mary completed her examination and withdrew. “You’re starting to dilate, Katie,” she said. “You’re definitely in labour.”
Miss Hamer nodded. This was it, then. This was the moment of truth.
“Make the call,” she said. “I’m as ready as I’m going to be.”
The PA system crackled, getting everyone’s attention.
“Attention, all students,” it said. “This is Miss Hemmingsley speaking. Effective immediately, all classes for the remainder of the day are cancelled.”
She waited a moment for the cheers to die down before continuing.
“However, all students should immediately proceed in an orderly fashion to the auditorium for a special presentation with Miss Hamer. Attendance is mandatory. Have your permission slips ready and leave your mobile devices in your locker or they will be summarily confiscated.”
An hour later, Miss Hamer and Mary were seated backstage in the school auditorium, Miss Hamer rubbing her belly while Mary rubbed her back. She was still in her clothes. They’d decided it was for better ‘dramatic effect’.
“It sounds like most of the school’s out there,” said Mary, giving Miss Hamer’s shoulders a squeeze. “I’m a little surprised that so many parents signed off on the permission slips. Are you ready for this?”
“I’m going to have to be,” said Miss Hamer, giving her a smile.
There was a sound of somebody tapping on a microphone, and following this, the headmistress’s voice rang out.
“Thank you all so much for joining us,” she said. “What you’re about to see is a very special presentation on the realities of pregnancy. It will be very graphic, and there may be some coarse language involved.” This got some laughs. “Anyone who is caught taking pictures or recording video will be escorted out and summarily suspended. Beyond that, not much more needs to be said. Let’s all give a warm welcome to Miss Katie Hamer.”
There was some scattered applause as Miss Hamer straightened up, as ready as she was going to be. With that, she strutted out onto the stage.
“Good afternoon, students of St. Gerard’s,” she said. “You all know me pretty well by now. As you can see, I’m very pregnant right now. And as you may have guessed, I’m in labour. I wasn’t due for another week, but children very rarely keep to schedules well.”
Some laughter rang out as Mary made her way onto the stage, pulling along with her some kind of examination table that looked like it was manufactured in the sixties.
“I’m not going to mince words here,” said Miss Hamer. “A lot of you have become kind of cavalier about sex. I’m not here to tell you what you can and can’t do. By all means, explore your bodies, and your partners’ bodies. But you have to understand the weight of the consequences. Having a baby is a wonderful thing… if you’re fully prepared for it. If you’re not, it can be a tremendous burden on everyone involved. And today, I’m here to-”
She was cut off as, without any sort of warning, a massive contraction hit her, and this time, she didn’t even try to restrain herself. She was here to give them a show, after all, and that meant no holding back. She let out a scream that carried out to the rafters, and the crowds fell silent.
Mary approached Miss Hamer, putting a hand on her shoulder. “That, students,” she said, “was a contraction. And a pretty big one, too. Things will be happening soon, I imagine. So I’m going to give her an examination.”
Miss Hamer felt her heart race. Steeling herself, she pulled off her pants, with some help from Mary, leaving her clad in nothing from the waist down but a pair of tube socks and her soft pink maternity panties. She felt her face flush hard, which was only made worse when a student let out a wolf whistle. Some of the crowd laughed.
“We’ll have none of that, young man!” snapped Mary, with an intensity that could only have been borne of military service. The crowd went dead silent once again.
“Thanks,” said Miss Hamer, out of the corner of her mouth. With that, she climbed up into the examination seat. Mary put a hand on her belly, then brought it down to her waistband before looking her in the eye.
Miss Hamer hesitated for only a moment before she gave a nod. And with that, Mary slowly pulled off Miss Hamer’s panties. And the students gasped as their geography teacher’s most intimate parts were displayed to all of them. Despite everything, Miss Hamer’s face positively burned with humiliation. How could she have ever considered doing this? In the rush of thoughts running through her head, one strange thought stood out: The entire student body now knows that I shave down there. This was a terrible idea, this was a mistake, she had to-
“This is a vulva, students,” said Mary, cutting through the fog. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A little over half of you here have one. And, as you’ll soon find out, they’re tougher than you ever imagined they could be.”
This got some laughs from the crowd, as well as one from Miss Hamer, as she felt herself relax. Mary smiled at her as she slipped on a pair of rubber gloves.
“I’m going to examine Miss Hamer now,” she said, pulling up a seat as Miss Hamer put her feet in the stirrups. Thankfully, most of this was obscured by her body, and it didn’t take long to do. “She’s about six centimetres dilated at the moment,” said Mary. “The magic number here is ten. For first-time mothers like Miss Hamer, labour can take anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours, but it can vary. And considering that she just went into labour this morning, things seem to be carrying on rather fast. Miss Hamer, why don’t you get changed while I take some questions?”
Miss Hamer nodded, getting off of her seat and heading offstage for a moment, where a comfortable nightshirt was waiting for her. She could hear Mary answering some basic questions about childbirth as she got changed. The shirt was, thankfully, long enough to cover her up for the moment. Then she came back on stage, feeling, strangely enough, more confident about the whole undertaking.
“It may be a little while before things start to happen,” said Miss Hamer, smiling a bit. “So let me tell you about some of the things that are going to be happening to my body in a little bit, both during and after this. I’m sure you’ve heard some horror stories, and some of them are true.”
And with that, Miss Hamer spent some time venting about every little thing her body did that had been bothering her, to the amusement and occasional horror of all. Occasionally, a contraction would build up, and Mary would lead her through a breathing exercise, with the students helping along, of course.
Two hours or so went by, and Miss Hamer had gotten into minute five of ranting about her swollen feet when she had another sharp contraction. This one, however, was accompanied by a new feeling a feeling of immense pressure, and she felt a gush of liquid flow out of her. The assembly gasped.
“As you can see, it appears Miss Hamer’s waters have just broken,” said Mary. “Now, despite what the movies tell you, this almost never happens at the start of labour, as you can see, nor does it mean that the birth is imminent. However, it does mean it would be a good time to examine Miss Hamer again. Back in the hot seat, if you would.”
Miss Hamer stumbled a bit as she was helped back into the seat. She had gotten so caught up in the spectacle of everything that was going on, she had almost forgotten that she was about to give birth, along with everything that it would entail.
As she got situated in the stirrups, Mary began to examine her again.
“Almost Showtime,” she said, low enough so that only Miss Hamer could hear. “How do you feel?”
“Nervous,” she said. “Achy. But I’m glad you’re with me.”
“Every step of the way,” said Mary, giving Miss Hamer’s belly a pat. Raising her voice again, she added. “You’ll all have noticed her contractions getting closer and closer together. Between that and the fact that she’s almost fully dilated now, I’d say we’re getting close. I imagine she’s starting to feel the urge to push.”
“Something like that!” squealed Miss Hamer, as she rubbed and panted her way through another contraction.
“At the moment, the baby’s head is pressing against her cervix,” said Mary. “And it’s getting ready to squeeze its way out, which is no small task. Would you mind telling the audience how it feels?”
“Don’t remind me!” said Miss Poster, as she squirmed in her seat. “Feels like… pressure, so much pressure! It’s pressing down hard, and it wants out! I want to push, I want to push so bad I can taste it!”
“It’s important to wait for a contraction before you try,” said Mary. “Otherwise, you’ll just tired yourself out without achieving much.”
Miss Hamer nodded, nervously fidgeting in her seat. Mary took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, and she felt herself relax a bit. But it wouldn’t last, and soon, she felt it.
“It’s happening!” she cried out. “Fuck, it hurts so much!” She typically refrained from using such language around students, but at the moment, her filters were all switched off, and she didn’t care. If they could look at her private parts, they could hear her say fuck.
Mary nodded, moving to the side and seating herself beside Miss Hamer so that the class could see all the action.
“Alright, Katie,” she said. “Go ahead and push.”
And with that, she pushed. The pain was absolutely immeasurable, but so was the relief that came with the act of pushing. She could feel herself opening up inside, feeling the baby starting to descend into her birth canal. She grunted and groaned and screamed as she pushed, Mary urging her on as she worked.
The audience was dead silent, each and every one of them completely fixated on the primal act taking place before them. None of them had ever seen anything like this before.
Coached by Mary, Miss Hamer began a rhythm of pushing and resting, pushing and resting, moving the baby out of her body a little bit at a time, until finally, something changed, and she felt it low in her groin.
“I think the baby’s head is starting to emerge,” said Mary, as she glanced between Miss Hamer’s legs, and indeed, nestled between her swollen nether lips, the top of the baby’s head could just barely be seen. “This is known as crowning, and in some ways, it’s one of the most difficult parts. Some mothers have been known to call the sensation ‘the ring of fire’.”
“You don’t fucking say!” shouted Miss Hamer, as she gave Mary’s hand a massive squeeze. “Oooh GOD, my fanny hurts so damn much!”
Mary nodding, reaching out with one gloved hand to gently rub Miss Hamer’s groin.
“A bit of massage can help to ease things along,” she said, “as well as prevent tearing. Despite everything, Miss Hamer’s birth is going extremely well. I don’t think it will be much longer now!”
“Yeah, come on, you can do it!” came a voice from the back, which was quickly hushed up. Miss Hamer couldn’t help but laugh a bit. Feeling a second wind, as soon as the next contraction hit her, she pushed as hard as she could, feeling herself stretch open with agonizing slowness, a little bit at a time, more and more, harder and harder.”
“The head’s almost out!” said Mary. “You’re doing great, keep pushing! Push real hard for me!”
Miss Hamer needed no further instructions, and indeed, couldn’t have stopped pushing if she wanted to. At this point, she didn’t care about the crowds, or where she was, or who or what may have been watching here. All that mattered was her and her baby, and her baby was ready to be born. She took a deep breath, and with a guttural howl, put everything she had into a push.
“And there’s the head!” said Mary, repositioning herself to support it while still giving the assembled students a clear view. “It’s very important at this point to check to see if the umbilical cord is around the neck, and that does not seem to be the case here. Now Miss Hamer needs to birth the shoulders, and then the baby should be born right away. But she’s going to have a short rest first.”
“Fuck that noise,” she said, gripping Mary’s hand. “This baby is coming out!” And with that, she planted her feet hard in the stirrups, tensed her muscles, and pushed, leaning forward and hissing through gritted teeth as she worked. And, sure enough, one shoulder began to slip free. Mary acted fast, getting into position to catch just as the other shoulder emerged, and not a moment later, the rest of the baby’s body began to slide free into the nurse’s waiting hands.
“It’s a girl!” she yelled out, as she gave the child a cursory examination. Moments later, the baby began to wail. “A healthy baby girl!”
The auditorium began to burst into applause, but Mary quickly waved them down, and they settled for a chorus of whispered hoorays. Carefully, she placed the baby onto Miss Hamer’s belly. She tugged her shirt up, not even caring who saw her breasts at this point, and pulled the baby up so that she could nurse, which she did with gusto.
“As you can see,” said Miss Hamer, who was on the edge of exhaustion but not quite over it. “Having a baby is no joke. And in a way, the easy part is over. The hard part is going to be the next couple of decades. So please, think carefully before you have sex. Don’t let anybody pressure you into anything. And always always ALWAYS be as safe as you possibly can.”
And with that, Mary began to roll the chair off the stage while Miss Hemmingsley came back to give some closing remarks. Whatever they were, Miss Hamer just tuned them out.
“You think it worked?” she asked, as she once again found herself blissfully unobserved.
“You never can tell, but I’d say you made quite an impression out there,” said Mary, giving Miss Hamer’s baby a pat. “I have high hopes.”
Miss Hamer looked down at her new-born daughter and smiled.
“Yeah,” she said. “Me too.”