Chapter 33

Jenny was giddy about being on bed rest. Practically all she did was lay in bed and eat anyway. She was nervous about her health issues, but all the negative was pushed to the back of her mind as her stomach rumbled while Maria was helping her get dressed. Maria dimed Jenny out in a heart beat. The ashamed fattys’ face turned best read as Maria blurted out, “you cannot possibly be hungry? After what the doctor said?!” Jenny got a wheel chair ride to the van and spread out in the back seat with her oxygen still hooked up, she was not nearly as out of breath.
Once under way back to the house Andrea tore into her daughter.
“Mija! I do not want to hear a word. We are not stopping for food. You have eaten yourself into trouble. You heard your doctor. You are to young to he this big. You only have the one pregnancy! What happens next time? Huh? You eat to much and you are to lazy. You will be heavier than me soon. But I had four bambinos. It’s time you change your habits or you will never leave your bed. Is that what you want?”
Jenny did not know what to say. Her mind was clouded by horniness and hunger. She just wanted to eat and have me inside her. Although embarrassed she knew she couldn’t stop eating. We had opened a box that could not be closed. Jenny craved to be stuffed and the extra weight turned us both on. There was no stopping this train. And we both knew it. Months ago Jenny had said that she was in trouble. And she indeed was.
Andrea did not stop there, “I have been worried about you for months. You cannot do anything on your own. What kind of wife can you be if your to fat to leave the house? You are like my sister. To greedy. Eats to much. Rosa was even smaller than you at your age! You are going to catch up to her soon. You need to get this under control. Stop thinking with your stomach mija!”
Through the chewing out and without hesitation her chubby fingers texted me. My phone chirped in my pocket at work. I read her text and was instantly horny.
“Daddy please order me three of the five cheese deep dishes from that Chicago place…your girl is HUNGRY!”
I opened my door dash app and ordered the pizzas a dozen garlic knots and meatball sub and a dozen cannolis. And texted back
“Food en route beautiful how was the doctor?”
I waited patiently and didn’t get a text back until Jenny was dropped off and set up in bed by my sister. Andrea was sulking in the van.
“Appointment was good babe. Holy shit have I gotten fat! We need to talk when you get home.”
She refused to say anymore. But she sent me pictures of empty pizza dishes and she ate the knots, sub and all twelve cannolis.
I got off work and picked up take out for my hefty queen. I had a family sized order of chicken Alfredo and two dozen bread sticks. Jenny seemed a sad and warm pasta always cheered her up. I entered our house going straight to our bedroom, knowing she wouldn’t be anywhere else but lounging in bed.
Jenny was sleep soft sores emitted from her still skinny-ish face. I did notice her double chin was starting to grow and her cheeks were beginning to puff but still her goddess like face was mine to her massive gain. But, I then noticed the oxygen tank and the five bottles of pills on the night stand. I set the family size dish down and inspected the pills before kissing my bred heifer to wake her. Jenny groggily can too smiling at me at the smell of the creamy buttery Alfredo permeated her nostrils.
“Mmmm that smells so good daddy…” she moaned as she struggled to roll more on her back and sit up. I helped her sit up and sat in the foot of the bed taking a chubby hand in mine I firmly said, “So the doctor what did he say? What do we need to talk about? I seen the medicine and the oxygen.”
I never wanted to fatten anyone at the expense of their health. Especially while pregnant. Jenny rubbing her belly and squeezing my hand made eye contact with me. However I could tell she was nervous and being shy and her gorgeous freckled cheeks blushed.
“Well Brad….I weigh almost 400 pounds.”
I began to get turned on.
She continued, “and well I uhh wellll am I to fat for you? I’m sorry babe I just can’t stop eating. Please tell me…” I knew she was looking for affirmation. I did not know to the extent of which she got chewed out this morning nor to the extent of the obvious health concerns. I picked my words very carefully, “momma you’ve never looked better. I’m rock hard right now. 400 looks amazing on you. But I love you baby and I don’t want your health to degrade because we can’t control ourselves. I will help you do whatever to stay healthy but I don’t think you’re to fat. You’re so sexy and pregnant with our child. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”