chapter 5: increasing demands

"Uggghhh...Derek, I'm feeling sick for the second time this week..."

Derek's head shot up from the bed like a rocket. "You thinking what I'm thinking? Are we pregnant?"

"I hope so," groaned Lindsay. She sat at the end of the bed, clutching her abdomen. Her fingers sunk into the sizeable stomach which spilled out over her yoga pants.

Derek chuckled, scooting over to give his wife a kiss. "You don't sound nearly as excited as you were several months ago."

"I am...I am...You know how much I want more kids...Hang on, I'll be right back!"

Derek lay back on the bed, his eyes glued to Lindsay's jiggling buttocks as she dashed towards the restroom.

How much had she gained, again? Forty pounds since they first met? She had to weigh over 200 pounds by now.

A smile spread across his face.

It didn't matter how much more she weighed. It didn't matter whether she looked at the scale or not.

All he knew was that she had grown, due to his persistent feeding and pampering of her.

He had watched with delight over the past six months as her tightening panties dug deeper and deeper into the crack of her ballooning buttocks. He had licked his lips as her belly started spilling over her pants and hanging towards the ground. He had struggled to contain his erection in the department store when he took her bra shopping. It hadn't taken very long for him to plump her up so much that she couldn't fit in her wedding dress.

And the best part was that the girl just couldn't help it. She loved to eat. Especially when he cooked for her.

Truth be told, he was a damn good cook, if he did say so himself. Which was probably for the best --- Lindsay had given up on cooking since the spaghetti incident. She could barely even make pancakes.

As his young wife emerged from the restroom, Derek imagined her body adorned with another forty pounds of voluptuous fat. His hormones raced.

He hoped Lindsay was pregnant for more reasons than one.

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&q uot;Twins!" the doctor had exclaimed. "A boy and a girl. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Dalphonse!"

"Oh my god!" squealed Lindsay. "That's wonderful!"

Derek embraced her in a passionate kiss. "I'm now twice as excited as I was before," he joked.

The young couple was overjoyed at the news, but the demands of the pregnancy quickly overwhelmed Lindsay. Between work, Timmy, and the twins growing inside her, it was all the young mother could do to keep up. In the hectic chaos of her daily schedule, she found respite only in the few moments she stopped to eat.

Derek, of course, was always ready to help stuff her face.

When she came home from work, Derek had left her a large, rich dinner, which she greedily consumed. When her pregnancy cravings drove her wild with hunger, Derek was standing by with a plate of her favorite treats. He insisted on making her breakfast in bed multiple days per week, with loads of greasy bacon and butter-drenched French toast. He even began personally feeding her by hand, which she absolutely loved. In her tired, hungry state, she was more than happy to sit back and let him do the work.

As Lindsay indulged, Derek watched his young wife's body thicken and expand like a rising pat of dough.

Sex with her felt amazing. He reveled in the changes that were happening to her body --- more softness here, another roll here, more cellulite there.

And it was all because of him.

Some days, he could barely prevent himself from ripping her clothes off and jumping on her the moment she walked in the door.

On the day of the delivery, Lindsay weighed nearly 260 pounds, a fifty pound gain over the course of her pregnancy. Her belly, already huge from the twins, was even larger with the heavy layer of fat surrounding it. Stretch marks laced her thighs, her arms, and her breasts, a testament to her rapid expansion. Every part of her body was bigger, heavier, and softer than ever before.

But the birth went wonderfully. Lindsay was reclining on a bed in the maternity ward at Stannonford nursing the babies, her skin radiant and flushed. As she held the two precious little lives against her large bosom, she felt, for a brief moment, as if her deep longings were satisfied. It was the same feeling she had after her wedding day --- the feeling that pieces were falling into place, like a jumbled jigsaw puzzle slowly coming into focus as it was assembled.

She just couldn't figure out what the final picture was supposed to be.

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Aft er the birth, Lindsay took a year of maternity leave from Stannonford to care for the twins. Derek's large income continued to grow, making it unnecessary for her to work. And after almost three years of the ICU work schedule, she was more than happy to take some time off.

On her last day before her leave, Lindsay walked through the doors to the ICU to be greeted by Betsy, Kathy, Mary Anne, Vanessa, and all the other nurses and aides. A large banner hung over the nurses' desk which read "See You Again Soon!"

"Wow...what is this?" Lindsay asked.

Betsy draped a motherly arm around her. "Well, baby girl, since you won't be here for a while, we thought we'd give you a little party to remember us with!"

"You totally deserve it," said Mary Anne, giving Lindsay a side hug. "You've been under so much pressure for so long...I'm amazed that you've persevered."

"Plus, married mom life seems to suit you," Kathy winked, giving Lindsay a friendly poke in her big midsection. "I'm just kidding, honey --- I'll miss you a lot."

Vanessa completed the group hug. "All of us are so happy for you, Lindsay. You've earned everything you have --- just don't forget about us!"

The rest of the nurses and aides clapped as the group of friends embraced.

Lindsay took in the scene. So many familiar faces --- ladies she had fought alongside in the daily battle to save lives.

Betsy was looking as matronly as ever, if not a bit larger since Derek began "donating" treats to the nurses over a year ago. Vanessa, still sharp as ever with her dark-complexioned beauty, was now happily married to the lawyer she had met at the community bash. Kathy's spunkiness had leveled off somewhat, perhaps due to her thickening physique, but she still found time for sexual exploits.

But Mary Anne had surpassed them all. Since her engagement to Julia a few months ago, she had blown up like a balloon. Her heavy breathing could be heard constantly as she heaved her 400-pound body around the ICU. Each day in the cafeteria, the other nurses noticed that the lunches Julia had packed for her were getting larger and larger.

Maybe it's for the best that I get away from here for a bit, Lindsay thought.

She held out her arms to her loyal comrades. "Don't worry --- I'll be back! I'll miss you all and love you forever! See you in a year!"

Little did she know that she would never come back to Stannonford wearing nursing scrubs.

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It didn't take long for Lindsay to adjust to her new life as a housewife and stay-at-home mom. Compared to her life of the past, she was in paradise. No 12-hour workdays, no lives on the line, no patients flatlining at the absolute worst times, no sore and aching body at the end of the day, no biting of fingernails in fear that the rent wouldn't be paid...

Yeah, Betsy had been right. Being married to Derek was awesome.

Perhaps now she could finally reclaim the parts of her life that been shoved aside for the past few years?

"Oh geez...I should have started on that sooner," Lindsay thought to herself one day, as she was squeezing into one of her maternity dresses.

Despite having given birth, her belly hadn't shrunk that much. She still looked --- and felt --- pregnant.

She fought to suck her stomach in, but it was no use. Her belly was so stretched out that she couldn't restrain it. Her weakened muscles let go, and her tummy flew outwards, eager to regain its position of expanded comfort.

"Ugh....Guess I'm stuck wearing these things for now."

Nothing else felt comfortable --- her belly was constantly poking out from beneath her shirts, and she had rapidly outgrown everything except her yoga pants. And even they were struggling to contain her fattened hips and thighs.

"Too much food..." She held her stomach in her hands, noticing how it had begun to cover her pubic paunch.

"God, I ate like a pig when I was pregnant."

She stood on the scale in the corner of the bedroom. The dial wiggled around before settling on a number.

271 pounds.

Over 100 pounds heavier than when she met Derek.

As she scolded herself for her weight gain and her gluttony, Lindsay felt the cravings coming back. Something deep inside her was stirring at the idea of her getting even fatter as she gorged herself on Derek's masterful cooking. It was a carnal, ravenous urge...

And it scared her. Her rational faculties swooped in and shut down that feeling.

"No, no, no," she told herself. "We're going on a diet tomorrow. I'll get Derek to watch the kids in the evening so I can hit the gym. Time to get rid of this mom bod!"

She knew she needed to get control of herself soon, or it would be forever too late.

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