chapter 39

"Thank you." Donnie said, half-yawning to the food delivery girl. He walked past the oven, whose digital clock read 4:15 AM. Robotically, he piled the ten double cheeseburgers onto a platter and took a two liter of Coke from the fridge. This had been his nightly ritual for the last nine months, as Crystal was prone to waking up hungry.

"Thank you baby... I'm so fucking hungry..." Crystal groaned, bigger and fatter than ever. Resting the plate on her big belly, she devoured the burgers as she watched TV on low volume. Donnie cuddled up next to her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Don't be afraid to wake me up if you're still hungry, OK?" Donnie whispered.

"Thanks baby." Crystal replied.

As Crystal tore through her burgers and Donnie fell back to sleep, she felt something inside of her begin to stir. Her due date was just a day away, though it could've just as easily been gas or indigestion. She ignored it and continued to eat, when suddenly, the sheets beneath her got very wet.

"Oh my God, baby! Baby it's happening!" Crystal shouted.

"Huh!? Oh, shit! OK, OK, let's get you into the wheelchair baby..." Donnie said, struggling to remain calm.

Donnie pulled the wheelchair up to Crystal's side of the bed and helped her waddle her way into it. Donnie's forearms and biceps burned as he pushed her as fast as he could.

"OOOOOOOHHHH DONNIE! OH DONNIE PLEASE HURRY! FUCK!" Crystal moaned.

"Deep breaths, baby, deep breaths..." Donnie replied.

Luckily, they didn't have to go far. Crystal was loaded onto a super-sized bariatric hospital bed and given an epidural. Donnie held her hand the whole time, and smiled as he caught a glimpse of the digital display at the end of the bed.

"674 pounds." It read.

After several hours of labor, Crystal gave birth to healthy baby Christine. She had Crystal's big brown eyes and pretty smile. Crystal felt an indescribable level of happiness as she stared down at her little girl, as did Donnie.

"She's beautiful, baby." Donnie said.

Crystal and Donnie moved out of the Williams Center while Crystal used her eight months of maternity leave. They rented a home just off of the property, which allowed Donnie to continue working while Crystal took care of the baby.

"Don't worry about Colleen and Shannon, or where you're gonna end up. We'll figure it all out when the time comes. Just focus on you and your baby." Dean said to Crystal while she was still in the hospital.

"Thanks, Dean." Crystal replied.

Every day Donnie came home to the same sight: Crystal pigging out on the couch, where she'd been for most of the day. She was almost big enough to fill out the entire loveseat by herself, and had broken a few chairs and couches already.

"Hey, baby..." She mumbled with a full mouth.

"How are you?" Donnie asked.

"I'm good."

"Christine?"

"She's napping."

Donnie went into their bedroom and took a look at his daughter sleeping in her crib. He then went to the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Baby?" Crystal called.

"Yeah?" He asked, putting a finger on the pantry, knowing what would come next.

"Will you get me some cookies?"

"Sure, baby."

Crystal had covered the coffee table in front of her in empty snack wrappers and takeout boxes. Donnie gave her a kiss as he handed her the cookies and squeezed in between the right armrest and her side blubber.

"If I order pizza will you go to the door?" She asked.

"And why can't you go to the door, Crystal?"

"Because I'm too fat! C'mon, baby!
Pleeeeaaaasseee?"

"Of course! Order as much as you want."

"Yay!"

Crystal had gotten noticeably fatter and lazier in her time off, much to Donnie's delight. He was excited to see just how big she'd get before she expressed any desire to stop or lose weight.

"We need to get you on a scale..." Donnie said as he set the food down in front of her.

"I know... I didn't really plan on getting this fat!" Crystal said, half-jokingly.

In the other room, Christine began crying. Crystal was about to sink her teeth into a piece of calzone when she sighed and put it down.

"I'll take care of it, baby, you eat." Donnie said.

"Thank you." Crystal replied.

Donnie lulled Christine back to sleep and rejoined Crystal on the couch. She was spread out, her huge belly sagging between her two blubbery thighs. Her belly button peaked out between her waistline and the end of her purple t-shirt, and Donnie poked it playfully.

"Haha, stop!" Crystal squealed.

"You know you're not pregnant anymore, right? You can stop eating for a small village?" Donnie joked.

"Baby I'm hungry! And I never know when you're joking or not..."

"I am absolutely joking. By all means, baby. Keep packing on those pounds!"

And Crystal did. She kept eating all day every day, hardly ever moving from the couch unless it was to go to the bathroom or care for Christine. She didn't notice her waning mobility when all she had to do was waddle around the house.

"Baby? Bring me some ice cream?" Crystal called to Donnie from the living room. Donnie was used to this, and got her a gallon of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream from the fridge. He had to squeeze himself between his girlfriend's side fat just to fit onto the couch now, though Donnie rarely mentioned it in fear of giving her doubts about her weight.

"Thanks, baby..." Crystal sighed, a pile of trash on the table in front of her.

Crystal had gained over 75 pounds in her time off for maternity leave, and now weighed a staggering 750 pounds. Even Donnie had been taken aback by her weight, but still supported her. Watching her walk was impressive, though she obviously did as little of it as she possibly could. The fact that she could still lift her belly up and support herself on her own two feet defied physics, but I guess that was one of the perks of being six feet, four inches tall.

"You looking forward to getting back to work?" Donnie asked her.

"Yes and no. I do get super bored just laying around all day, but I feel like once I'm back working, I'm gonna miss being able to lay around all day. Plus, there's the baby..." She replied.

"Yeah. What're we gonna do with her?"

"I'm gonna have to try and take care of her while I take care of the girls. Or hire a nanny..."

"I guess we'll see what Dean has you do when you go back."

"Yeah, I mean we have a month to figure it all out... Hey, if I give you money, would you run to McDonald's for me?"

"Sure! You want your usual order?"

"Yes, please, thanks baby. Can you help me up, too? I wanna check on her."

"Yup! Ready when you are."

Donnie arched his eyebrows in shock when Crystal put the tub of ice cream down, the spoon sitting at the bottom of the now-empty container. He grabbed her fleshy forearms and they counted to three, the couch moaning in agony with each sway of her impressive bulk. Crystal let out a heartfelt grunt as she strained her way to her feet. Donnie, overwhelmed with arousal, pulled her into him, catching her off guard.

"BABY, BABY, BABY, DON'T!" Crystal screamed.

For a split second, Donnie felt all 750 pounds of Crystal sway into his direction, her fat feet struggling to maintain her balance. His heart went up into his throat as he shoved his hands into her belly, almost making them disappear in the process. Instinctively, the two grabbed hands, and Crystal managed to support herself, though she was quite winded.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I was just..." Donnie said.

"I... Know... I know... Ugh, I need to sit down..." Crystal panted.

"Here, why don't I check on her. You just relax and catch your breath."

Crystal nodded. "Get me some Doritos, too? There should be a bag in the pantry."

"Sure."

Donnie found Christine fast asleep, her diaper clean. He got Crystal her chips and went to get her McDonald's order.

Four milkshakes, 40 chicken nuggets, five double quarter pounders with cheese, four big macs, six large fries, and ten apple pies. This was how much Crystal could eat in one sitting. As Donnie stepped inside their home, Crystal turned her head, and quickly dumped the remaining Dorito crumbs down her throat before tossing the bag on the table. Donnie handed her a bag of food as well as a chocolate shake, and leaned down, giving her a kiss and a pat on the belly.

"Thanks, baby. Can you hit the recliner on the other seat?" She asked him.

Donnie squeezed in next to Crystal and reclined his seat back, with Crystal's fat left leg taking up most of the space on the footrest. Crystal's belly was so big it essentially functioned as a full-fledged table, as Donnie got her a plate with some ketchup pooled up on the side. He never got sick of watching her enjoy her food, and the bigger she got, the more ravenous she seemed to become. She ate more sloppily and gluttonously than ever, now.

"Baby, you wanna gimme another Big Mac and some fries?" Crystal asked.

"There you go..."

URRRRRPP!!!

"Oh, babe, help me up..."

"HMMMPPPHHH!"

Crystal went to the bathroom, then got Christine and put her in her high chair. Even at almost 800 pounds, she was a doting mother. Crystal sat in front of the high chair on two of her own chairs, smiling as she spoon fed her daughter.

"Mmmmm... Good girl!" She cooed at her baby.

As Donnie unloaded the dishwasher, Crystal turned her head towards him.

"Hey, Donnie, will you throw one of those Stauffer's lasagnas in the freezer in the oven for me?" Crystal asked.

"Still hungry, huh?"

"Haha, yes, Mama's still hungry. Mama's got a big belly, doesn't she?! Yes she does! Yes she does!" Crystal giggled at the baby, who giggled and clapped approvingly.

"Yes she does..." Donnie said, coming up behind Crystal and rubbing her shoulders.

"Her new thing is sleeping on my belly. She loves it."

"Well I certainly can't blame her for that..."