chapter 15 - doctor's office and pregnancy

"Congratulations," the doctor said, "you're pregnant!"

"What?! But... I... What?!" I was unable to convey a coherent thought. "Oh crap!" I looked at my already giant boobs in horror, imagining them growing, producing milk. Shitshitshit! I'm gonna outgrow our house!

Pregnancy

My pregnancy was... rough. I remembered the days, back at the uni, where I was plagued by the uncontrollable hunger. I looked back at those days wishing they would come back. Next to how ravenous I was now, it seemed as if I was just a little bit peckish back then. Now I was literally insatiable. Most days I ended up crying in desperation. I did nothing but eat, eat and eat, yet it was never enough. Brian was my rock in those days. Since I was unable to do pretty much anything on my own I had to rely on him heavily. He worked hard to take care of my every whim, somehow even securing I would always have food to eat. Spending every waking second stuffing my face obviously didn't come without consequences. Oh man, how did I grow!

My hips and posterior flared out, now easily filling a three seated couch, my belly pressed forward into my bosom filled with more than just food these days and my boobs... They ballooned. I could even see them growing! It didn't take long before I was imprisoned inside our house. Even if I wasn't immobilized by their massive weight, they would have to tear down a wall just to get me out... And that's exactly what happened when the time of delivery was closing in.

To be honest, I've never been a big fan of doctors. The 'you need to lose weight' gets old pretty quickly and I've been listening to that at every appointment since my early teens. So the thorough physical examination I had to go through wasn't a pleasant experience for me. The fact that the only place with large enough medical facility for me were at the ZOO didn't help the matter in the slightest. My attending doctor was a kind looking man with greying hair, who spoke with a calm and gentle voice. He did a great job acting as if he had to deal with patients of my size every day. I still felt the need to apologize for causing inconveniences.

"Nurse, let's fill in the patient's basic information. Shall we? Alright then. Name?"

"Courtney Sullivan."

"Weight?"

The nurse looked closely at the numbers on the massive scale. "One thousand four hundred and twenty-seven pounds."

"Height?" The doctor asked, but received no answer. "What's the patient's height?" He repeated.

"Uhm, this might sound like a silly question, but..." the nurse asked anxiously, "from head to toe or from the floor to the top of her breasts?"