chapter 8: expanding wife, expanding family

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"You can step off the scale now, Mrs. Alphonse."

Lindsay maneuvered her jiggling body off the scale. The doctor scribbled on some paperwork.

"You're 293 pounds as of today. Six months ago, we measured you at 231 pounds."

An awkward silence followed.

"Lindsay," said the doctor, "some degree of weight gain is normal during pregnancy, especially when you're pregnant with more than one child. But you've gained weight even after giving birth and starting a workout program with your....husband, right?"

"Yes...yes, it's my husband who's helping me work out," Lindsay quickly replied.

"OK..." The doctor paused. Her eyes were warm and kind as she lightly touched Lindsay's pudgy arm.

"I don't mean to pry, Lindsay, but do you think your husband's program is helping?"

Lindsay's cheeks reddened.

"No --- I mean, yes, yes, everything is fine. I must have slacked off a bit over the holidays," she stammered, fidgeting with the fat rolls spilling over her jeans.

"Ok...I can understand that," the doctor replied. "Happens to a lot of us."

"You have a clean bill of health for a woman of your weight. But please consider your path forward. If you keep gaining at this rate, you can reach a point where it is almost impossible to lose weight on your own."

Lindsay wasn't listening. The scent of homemade muffins was wafting into the examination room from the guest lobby.

Her mouth was watering.

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Winter came and went. The new year had begun. Spring was thawing the town of Stannonford out of its frozen slumber.

As Lindsay struggled back into her exercise routine, she realized how much damage had been done by her wintertime relaxation. Exercising felt as pointless as rolling a boulder uphill.

"Move that ass, wifey!" Derek smacked her fat butt hard, as she wheezed and gasped through another lap around the jogging track.

"I'm....going....as fast...as I can...." she huffed.

Derek shook his head. "At that rate, you'll never lose weight. You've only done two laps so far!"

Lindsay slowed to a halt. "I can't go any further, honey...I need to sit down." Her breasts were heaving as she gulped air.

Derek sat down next to her on the bench. "I bet I know what could motivate you to keep going." He pulled a Twinkie --- one of Lindsay's favorite childhood treats --- out of his knapsack and dangled it in front of her face, grinning.

Lindsay's hands clutched her fat stomach as it gurgled.

"No....no....Derek, please....no...don't do that to me...I'll just get fatter..." she whimpered.

"You'll get fatter if you just sit on this bench," Derek responded, kissing her on the cheek. "Let's go."

But the more she worked out, and the more calories she burned, the hungrier she became. The hungrier she became, the easier it was to fall prey to her appetite. The stronger her appetite became, the more Derek encouraged her to eat. And the more she ate, the harder she had to work out. It was a vicious cycle, seemingly bound and determined to keep her fat.

Spring blossomed into summer. Timmy turned four years old. And Lindsay had barely managed to lose ten pounds.

Is this even worth it? she wondered to herself.

Finally, shortly after her second wedding anniversary, she plateaued.

265 pounds. Just about what she weighed after giving birth to the twins.

Stubborn baby fat from her pregnancies clung fiercely to her body, making further progress seemingly impossible. No matter how hard Derek tried to train her, she just couldn't break through the plateau. Exercising felt more and more useless.

For the first time in a while, Lindsay questioned her decision.

Was this really what she wanted?

As she nursed Kyle and Kaylee one afternoon, she had a flashback to the night in her old apartment, where she felt the vaguest inklings of a future destiny. The cravings, dormant for some time, came back very strongly.

She felt like she was at a crossroads, and she didn't know which path to take.

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Derek couldn't hide his smile.

He was watching Lindsay fight a losing battle against a pair of jeans she was able to wear two years ago, before their wedding. Try as she might, she just couldn't squeeze her fat butt into the pants.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She sighed. "Just remembering. I used to fit into these without a problem."

She slumped onto the bed.

"This is hopeless, Derek. I just can't lose weight."

He leaned over her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Maybe your body just doesn't want this," he said. "Maybe you're meant to be a bigger woman."

"Perhaps..." Her brow furrowed. "But what's happened to me? If I'm not losing weight, I'm gaining it."

"You're a mommy now. It's called a mom bod. It's beautiful."

Lindsay frowned, looking down at the stretch marks covering her body.

"But...if I don't stop...I mean, I can't just keep getting fatter...."

"Why not, babe? Your attempts so far haven't worked," he said.

The truth of Derek's words sunk in.

"That's true," Lindsay began, "but...."

Derek put a finger over her lips, silencing her.

"Shush. I want you to stop worrying about your weight. I want you to focus on being happy and enjoying our life together. And I hate seeing you so miserable. You're never happy when you're working out and dieting."

"Oh, Derek....I love you...." Lindsay leaned back in his arms.

Perfect, Derek thought. It's time for the next step.

"You know, there's another reason I don't want you to worry about your weight," he said.

"Why?"

"I want more kids," Derek replied, caressing his wife's belly.

Lindsay laughed. "I was hoping we'd have this conversation soon."

"Yeah, three kids just aren't enough to keep you busy," Derek joked. "You're too good of a mom."

She sighed. "I'd love to have more kids....You know what this is going to do to my body, though."

"Oh, I know," her husband replied, squeezing her love handles. He hopped off the bed and got dressed for work.

Lindsay sat on the edge of the bed, thinking, before blurting out, "Do you really want me to get even fatter?"

Derek turned and looked at her.

"Yes. I do. I would love it if you got fatter. Much, much fatter. I've wanted that since we got married."

Lindsay hesitated. "I....I don't know if I can do that for you, honey...."

"Just think about it," Derek said, kissing her on the cheek before dashing out the door.

Alone in the room, Lindsay was left to her thoughts.

"I will....I will think about it," she whispered aloud.

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Three months later, the doctor delivered the happy news.

Lindsay was pregnant again --- and with twins!

"You couldn't be happy with just one set, could you?" Derek would tease his wife.

The Alphonse household buzzed with excitement over the next nine months. As Lindsay's belly swelled, Derek realized that his little Cape Cod house would not be large enough for his expanding wife and family.

"You've been staying late at work," Lindsay remarked one evening, as Derek greeted her with a kiss at 9 P.M.

"Yeah, just had some extra work to do," Derek replied evasively.

He didn't tell his wife that he had been stopping on the way home from work to talk to real estate agents. Or that he had recently purchased a beautiful little plot of land outside the suburbs.

But Derek was more interested in the changes happening to his wife's body.

The pregnancy kicked Lindsay's appetite back into overdrive. The past year of yo-yo dieting had weakened her metabolism. The weight she had worked so hard to lose piled back on with a vengeance.

Within just the first three months of her pregnancy, she had gained over 30 pounds. She watched, feeling helpless, as the numbers on the scale zoomed past 300 without slowing down.

But Lindsay continued to eat.

And eat.

And eat.

And Derek made sure it stayed that way.

He watched with delight as his wife rapidly outgrew all of her clothes. He lovingly explored every new fold, every new roll, every new pound of fat that he added to her body. She was fatter than ever, and she felt so damn good in bed.

His desire for her body continued to grow with her weight --- there were few nights that he didn't come home, put the kids to bed, and then mount Lindsay's big fat ass and screw her silly. She was putty in his hands.

By the 7th month of her pregnancy, Lindsay had ballooned to 348 pounds --- almost a hundred pound gain. Her belly, already huge from the twins, now sagged halfway down her thighs, burying her fupa under a roll of fat. Her breasts were like inflated balloons, swollen and tender and heavy. Her arms were puffy like sausages, her thighs were larger than Derek's whole torso, and her hips had expanded to the point that she couldn't walk without waddling. And her buttocks --- the biggest part of her --- looked like they were ready to burst from being stuffed with so much fat.

She was beautiful. And she was soft --- so heavy and plush and soft.

On the day of the delivery, Lindsay weighed 381 pounds. Her belly was so big that Derek struggled to fit her into the front seat of his sporty little Acura as he rushed her to Stannonford General. The birth was easy --- Lindsay's heavily-cushioned body helped with the process.

"Good job, Mama." Derek kissed her belly.

She felt tired.

She felt fat.

But most of all, she felt happy.