chapter 15

After we got home and rested for a few minutes, Jean-luc wanted to go to the cafe and check in. When we walked in, everyone greeted us and congratulated us. I noticed more than a few people look at my belly. They knew me for years so it was very noticible. I wondered if they thought I was pregnant or if they thought I was eating like my new husband. Things were fine at the cafe and we soon went home to rest and unpack. Jean-luc told them that he would be back in the morning. We walked home and Jean-luc was starving. I told him to rest and I would order some food. Shortly there was a pizza man at our condo with four extra large pizzas. Jean-luc asked me if I was hungry too and I just nodded. I told him I might as well pig out tonight so my belly was epic for tomorrow's return to my office.

We polished off the pizza and had some beer to wash it down. My belly was so used to this level of food, I was really going to need to work hard to stop eating like this. By the time we were full, we were exhausted and went to bed. The alarm ringing in the morning was not a welcomed sound. I trudged out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I noticed the scale sitting there and decided I should learn the damage from my 2+ weeks of stuffing myself and being lazy. I couldn't believe the scale read 133 pounds. I had never been over 115. I definitely had a swollen belly now. I got ready for work and I noticed that my size 2 skirts were too tight. I pulled out my size 4 blue suit. The skirt was tight in the belly but not terribly. I thought I looked good with my tan and my new curves. Jean-luc was just getting up. He was slower moving than I was. I begged him to weigh in so that I could read it. I told him my weight and he just said that's still not much. As my sleepy giant stepped on the scale, I was so excited to see the numbers. I couldn't believe my eyes. My husband was 451 pounds of gorgeous man. I rubbed his belly and told him how perfect he was.

I had to get to the office so I kissed him good bye and headed for the train. Although I planned to cut back on my eating, I was starving right now. I walked to the coffee shop on the corner and acted like I was buying pastries for multiple people. I put all 4 pastries in my bag and as I waited for the train, I ate two of them. During the 10 minute ride to the office, I ate the other two. I walked in and my team was ready to greet me. I flashed my wedding rings and made sure that my jacket was unbuttoned. If anyone noticed my 18 pound weight gain, it wasn't noticeable.

I got a text around lunch time from Jean-luc saying he was exhausted and he wished we could stuff ourselves and take a nap. I replied that I wished that too! I had a full day of catching up on emails and on team projects. I was starving by lunchtime. I decided I needed fuel so I told the administrative assistant that I needed to run a few errands during lunch. I walked to the trendy burger place on the next block and ordered a deluxe double burger with triple cheese and a side order of bacon cheese fries. I also got a Coke. I needed some caffeine. My lunch was delicious and didn't last long. I was quite the fast eater now. I picked up a chocolate muffin on the way back to the office for dessert. As I worked through the afternoon, I took off my jacket. I did a double take when I looked down. My skirt had tightened with my lunch time bloating and I had the start of a little muffin top!

When I was on the train home, I knew I didn't have the energy to cook dinner. I sent Jean-luc a text saying that I was wiped out. He told me not to worry about it and to just come home. When I walked in the door and kicked my heels off, I saw my huge husband lounging on the couch. I unzipped my skirt and sat next to him, propping my aching feet up on him. Not wearing heels for over two weeks had made my quite intolerant of them. Jean-luc handed me a beer and started rubbing my feet. He said he had ordered Chinese take out. He had come home early because he was so tired. We stuffed ourselves with a ton of Chinese and went to bed. The real world was kicking our asses.

Two weeks later, we had somewhat settled back into normal life. I had cut back some on my eating but we had a few stuffing and sex sessions. I was back in stride at work, even though I had to buy some new clothes. My "honeymoon belly" had not gone away and I loved it. Jean-luc was not going to the cafe all day anymore. It was too hard on him to stand that much now. He went every morning and left after lunch rush. He gave the evening shift manager a raise and he took excellent care of everything. I did have to buy him more 58 pants and he was wearing the suspenders now so he didn't have to mess with belts.

Today we had an appointment after work with a financial planner. We had talked a lot about having a baby and we wanted to realistically be able to stay in the city, keep our business and raise a child. As we sat with the man, he affirmed that the cafe was a true money maker and had a solid business model. I had just gotten a raise and my income looked good. He had some questions. He asked about paying for our parking spot and asked how much we actually drive. I couldn't believe he did this but Jean-luc patted his belly and said he was too fat to drive. The advisor said we may want to consider selling the car and canceling our space.

When we got home, I finally had the package from Kelly. Inside were the hormones to help me grow breasts. There were instructions inside that said for breast growth, take two per day and eat at least 2500 calories per day, preferably high fat calories. I told this to Jean-luc and he hugged me. He told me I didn't need to grow bigger breasts for him but if I wanted to do it for me, he understood. I said that I would probably gain more weight if I ate the recommended diet. He asked me how I felt about that. I honestly didn't know. I don't want to be fat. I do want to have some curves and I definitely loved to feel stuffed. I decided to sleep on it. The next morning I decided to start the hormone program. I figured it would be good to do now so when I get pregnant, I will already have pumped up my hormones. I committed to eating the high fat, high calorie diet that day.

A month has passed since I started the hormones. I haven't seen any breast growth yet but my belly has softened more. I have gained another 4 pounds and I think it's all belly with maybe some in my hips. Jean-luc has been slowly gaining again too. He comes home at lunchtime and I think he eats for most of the afternoon. He's been cooking for us most nights and he helps me reach my calorie goal. Even though I haven't had much luck with my breasts, I'm sticking with it. Kelly told me to give it 3 months at a minimum. We decided to wait the three months and then stop birth control. We both wanted a baby and this was a good time. We were still having stuffed sex at least twice a week now.

Month two on the hormones has wrapped up. I finally feel my bras getting tight. Thank heavens! I've gained another 5 pounds and I am starting to look like I have a floatation ring around my waist. My belly was flabby and my hips and butt are softer too. I had to get some size 6 clothes. I really didn't want to gain more weight so I decided to stop hormones after month three. I can't be 150 pounds! Jean-luc is getting close to outgrowing his 58 pants. He's really been eating all afternoon. We are still averaging 2 or 3 stuffed sex sessions per week and life is grand.

Finally I had reached the end of month three. My breasts had grown into B cups. I called Kelly to ask if I should keep going. She told me that I should. Once the process starts, I would grow quickly. I really wanted to try for C cups but the problem was my weight gain. I was up another 4 pounds this month. I have a legitimate muffin top now. Of course sex is so amazing with my new softness. Jean-luc struggles with most positions but I can still climb on him and rub our bellies together as we make love. We decided to stop birth control and try another month oh hormones.

What a difference a month makes. My breasts grew another cup size this month. I finally have C cups!! Of course I weigh over 150 pounds now too. I don't know if it's because I stopped the birth control or if we had too many stuffed sex sessions. We were doing that most nights now. We both love the feeling of our hard, full bellies bouncing off each other. I will be stopping the hormones. If I get pregnant, I will make plenty of my own!

As Jean-luc and I prepared to celebrate our 6 month wedding anniversary, he was wearinf size 60 pants. He had gained quite a bit of weight lately. I think he had been stuffing himself more. He had stopped going to the cafe first thing in the morning. Now he slept in and went after the breakfast rush and he stayed through lunch. He hadn't weighed lately but I know 500 was getting close. I had also gained a little more as I adjusted to coming off the hormones. My breasts were a full C cup and I had a bit of a pear shape now. In the six months since we'd been married, I had gained almost 50 pounds! My weight seemed to stabilize around 165 pounds. I was a cute and curvy size 8 now.

After 8 months of marriage, we got the news that we were pregnant. My weight at the initial doctor appointment was 171 pounds. I was officially overweight. I never would have imagined that happening to me or how ecstatic I would be when it did. I was going to enjoy all of my favorite foods while pregnant!