For the baby

Chapter 3 - phase 1.5: a good mommy!

She walked into the Baskin Robbins to find the place near empty. Just one lone employee. Perched on a stool behind the counter, a chubby blonde teenager in a far to small uniform was playing on her phone. The teen glanced up as she placed a hundred on the table. "One of everything."

"Nobody's come close to eating all 31." The tubby teen smiled, grabbed her tummy and said. "I hold the record at 22."

"I'll bet you a box of ice cream sandwiches I can do it." She said.

"Lady, if you eat all 31 flavors, you can have as many sandwiches as you want." The teen replied as she scooped the first flavor into a cup and handed it to the woman.

While she got started on the ice cream, her husband was at the store. He filled up an entire shopping cart with cream, then another with butter and ice cream. He also grabbed 2 tubs of lard. "For the baby."

At Baskin Robbins, she was eating scoop after scoop without stopping. After 18, her mouth was numb and her stomach was cold and packed. Her head burned with pain. This was much harder than she ever imagined.

The chubby teen smiled and said, "It's not the quantity. It's the cold. Eventually the pain makes it impossible to eat."

Her phone vibrated. She glanced down. "Just leaving," the text from her husband read. And behind the text she saw him. The thing she needed more than anything. The photo of her little boy in the hospital.

"For the baby." She sighed, digging into the next scoop with renewed determination.

He entered Baskin Robbins to find his wife clutching a box of ice cream sandwiches, she was just finishing one and had another in her hand. She was huge. She looked.... pregnant. Her t-shirt was pulled tight as a drum across her massive stomach. Her yoga pants were pulled down, exposing her belly button. Her face was winced in extreme pain.

"I did it. All 31." She mumbled through the ice cream. She was delirious. A mix of sugar and extreme cold had done a number on her. Her head was screaming with the motherload of brain freezes. Ice cream covered her face and t-shirt.

"Plus 4 boxes of ice cream sandwiches." Exclaimed the chubby teen absolutely in awe of this lady. She pulled out her phone and took a picture. "For the wall."

He looked over to see an empty wall with a plaque above that ready "31 FLAVOR CHAMPS!"

He ½ dragged, ½ carried her to the car where she immediately fell asleep. Off they drove, leaving the chubby teen with nothing but the photo from her strange day.

When she woke up, she was at home in bed. All cleaned up and wearing her baggiest PJ's. She glanced at the clock. 6:30 pm. "Only slept a couple hours. Gotta get some cream and take my pill." She had digested most of the ice cream so her belly had settle a little. She sat up and saw that it rested on her thighs. She went into the bathroom and stepped on the scale. 208. She smiled then looked up to see herself in the mirror. Though her stomach had settled as the ice cream digested, she still looked pregnant. "About 6 months along." She estimated.

As she walked back into the bedroom, her husband came in with 2 giant glasses. One was heavy cream, the other looked like chocolate milk. "I was just about to get you up to eat." He held up the glass of cream, "For your pill." Then he held up the other glass. "I melted the ice creamto make it easier."

"Great idea." She said, crawling back into bed. She drank down the cream and took her pill. While her husband went to get more, she drank the melted ice cream in one long gulp. "Mmmmm. Double Fudge, my favorite."

Dinner, snack, 2nd dinner and midnight snack all consisted of melted ice cream. Fudge, strawberry, cookies & cream, mint, oreo, red velvet, salted caramel, it went on and on. Finally, late into the night with all the ice cream gone, the couple finally drifted off to sleep.

He woke to find himself alone in bed. He wandered the house looking for his wife to find her in front of the fridge fast asleep. Surrounding her was empty gallon cream jugs and empty butter wrappers. Tucked under 1 fat arm was the tub of lard, with nothing but a licked clean spoon inside.

His wife was bigger than he'd ever seen her. Her stomach was stretched far in front of her and had completely exposed itself from under her t-shirt and leggings. A great dome large and tight. Above that, it looked like her breasts were getting bigger. Not a lot but just enough for him to notice.

He got her cleaned up and back into bed. He spent the next couple hours cleaning up and restocking the fridge.

She spent the next day eating gallon after gallon of melted ice cream. Each feeding session getting longer and longer. "For the baby." She kept reminding herself every time she thought she couldn't get another bite down. At 2am, with all the ice cream gone, the couple went to sleep exhausted, yet hopeful for the appointment in the morning. They had certainly done their all.

He awoke, alone again. He found her on the kitchen floor (again) surrounded by empty cream jugs and butter wrappers. She'd also eaten both tubs of lard, the 4 tubes of cookie dough, bags of chips and everything else in the fridge. Condiments and all.

And she was enormous. Her belly looked comically large. Stretch marks had begun to work their way across the mass. It was tight and huge. Like a volcano ready to blow. But it was what was above the belly that caught his attention. Her breast had blown back up and looked full. He looked a little closer and could see a little milk dribbling out of her left one.

He shook her to wake her up, "Honey?" he said shaking her. She rolled over and her right breast flopped onto the bed, causing milk to squirt out of it. "Argh." He yelled as the milk hit him in the face.

The commotion woke her up. She looked down to see her giant breasts full of rich fatty milk. Deep blue veins rippled through and her nipples were popped up ready to go. She grabbed the big milk sacks, looked up to her husband and smiled. "We did it."