For the baby

Chapter 7 - epilogue

They were driving home after their last follow-up appointment. Both of them sat in silence processing what the doctor had just told them. Their son was doing great, off her milk completely and on solid food. His height and weight above normal. Her weight on the other hand had continued to grow. The nurse had informed them that she was up to 455.
She had continued to swell up but her great belly had grown the most. It had finally lost its war with gravity and now flopped heavily against her fat thighs.
"I'm just so hungry all the time, my sex drive is still out of control and my milk supply has picked up again. What's happening?" She asked the doctor.
Looking down at the chart, the doctor scrunched his eyes then saw what the issue was. "Well, we'll need to run another test but your hormone levels are back up and the only thing that would do that is...pregnancy."
The couple looked at each other with a mix of joy and shock as the news washed over them. The doctor continued, "And if that's the case, statistically speaking, the risk of Chaustian Syndrome increases exponentially with each child. So we'll need to ensure that your breasts keep producing rich fatty milk."
Back in the car, the couple stopped in front of the same Baskin Robbins they had visited so many months ago. She got out, much slower than last time, and lumbered toward the door. Her husband drove off to fill the car back up with heavy cream, butter and ice cream. Looking in the rearview mirror, he could only imagine how much bigger she'd be in 9 months. An enormous baby making and milking machine growing larger and larger every day.
Though it was difficult, she made it into Baskin Robbins. Huffing and sweating, she practically fell against the counter for support. She glanced up to see the chubby teen. No, make that the fat teen. The teen had easily put on 50 pounds since she'd last been here. Looking at the wall next to her, she saw the plaque reading "31 FLAVOR CHAMPS!" Below was the picture of herself the fat teen had taken all those months ago. How small she looked back then. Next to her photo was one of the fat teen smiling.
The fat teen said, "After you did it, I had to keep going until I could do it myself."
"I've got a new challenge to try..." She said, imagining how all those calories were going to make her giant baby belly and floppy breasts even bigger. "...2 scoops of every flavor. 31 double scoops for baby 2."
"Then 31 triple scoops for baby number 3 and 31 quadruple scoops for baby 4 and..." She informed the stunned teen as she dug into the first double scoop.