Always More for the Babies

Chapter 1 - Always more for the babies

Eloise gasped as she felt her gorged, pregnant belly bust the top button of her maternity pants. She stopped chewing, stopped breathing. The clatter of the button on the linoleum floor hung in the air. Oh, fuck… these were her largest ones too, not that it mattered. These pant’s days were numbered the minute she shoveled in the first bite of ice cream. Hell, by her third month she could tell these wouldn’t hold her for long, not with the way Jim had been feeding her.

Now, in her seventh month, the simple fact she’d even managed to get them on was a miracle. She plucked another fudge brownie from the bowl and ate half in one bite. More for the babies, as Jim would say. It was always more for the babies. An endless parade of fatty meals and desserts until she was fit to BURST. She might do it too. The last half of the brownie followed just as easily as the first. God, it felt so freeing with that damnable button gone. She could finally breathe, not too deep though, no, definitely not too deep. She’d really overdone it, felt like a Thanksgiving Turkey, stuffed and ready for the dinner table. Fuck, turkey sounded good right now.

She could fit one more brownie, right?

Sure she could. They didn’t take up much room.

Eloise leaned forward and felt her fecund girth, weighed down with so many sweets, drop and push her pants further down. She shoved the entire brownie into her mouth this time, no point in dragging it out right? Oh yea, there was more room. Not much, but enough. Was that the entire tray? Yes. Fuck. She burped. This was his fault. He’d done this to her, surrounded her with all these temptations. What did he expect? She’d started having cravings and as the months rolled by her capacity had only increased with the size of her expanding girth. Not that Jim cared. No, he was in heaven watching her plump up like a fat sow and the bigger she got the more he seemed to enjoy it. He was going to lose his mind when he came home today. His wife’s glutted, pregnant belly bulging ever forward after having burst her largest pair of pants. Practically lodged at the kitchen table, smooth skin stuffed so full of sweets that she could barely breathe, much less stand. Oh, he’d *** like the absolute pig she was, unrelenting and passionate. Question her. How much? How many? There must be a little room left in there, right? Jim would trace her curves—stroke the long upper arc of belly as he worked his way down to more sensitive areas. He’d be home soon. Had to be, right?

Eloise craned her neck over the table and tried to spy the lost button. The little fastener that could NOT. She giggled and crammed a mini donut into her mouth. Two months to go. How much larger was she going to get? She burped. MUCH bigger. It was two babies after all, two HEALTHY babies, and an endless supply of food. She wouldn’t be surprised if she blew past extra, extra large by the end, and just imagine if she went past her due date. Oh God, she’d be massive. All she could imagine was herself on all fours, Jim railing her from behind, her vast belly fattened and bloated enough to brush the floor as it jiggled with the momentum of each of his powerful thrusts. Popped belly button grazing the ground. Her words coming out in quick gasps as she neared climax. Legs shaking from holding up the increasing weight of her fertile womb, she’d beg him not to stop, then goad him to explode and make her that much FULLER.

Fuck yes…. she felt her strained panties dampen. Eloise was tempted to reach below, let her fingers release some of her pent up lust, but she was quickly approaching the point where reaching around her pampered sphere was becoming impossible. Not quite there yet though, she teased herself with one finger as she popped another mini donut into her mouth. There was enough room in there, wasn’t there? Oh yea… there was. She’d always make room. She felt her gravid belly gurgle angrily and expand another fraction of an inch. So god damn full now.

How did this even happen? She’d been a gym rat for so long, it’d practically been her second home. Four nights a week, rain or shine, she was there running on the treadmill or riding a bike. Hell, she was practically a staple of the place. Everyone knew her, and for good reason. Years there. So many years. Her entire youth wrapped up in keeping her body tight and firm. Now the only thing tight and firm was the strained skin of her glutted middle.

Another donut. They were small, just something to fill in the cracks.

The pregnant piggy belched and sighed.

There was no way she was making it back to the bed. Jim would have to carry her, a task that even he was having problems doing nowadays. Eloise would be lying if she said she didn’t take an odd glee from this. Jim struggled these past few weeks to haul her spoiled ass up to the bedroom. She remembered the days where he would lift her effortlessly, now there was genuine struggle. The muscles in his arms would strain, his voice would take become huskier. She’d feel his hand briefly rest on her ripe ass.

She vaguely wondered if tonight was the night his creation proved to be his undoing. Maybe this precious donut she was about to devour was the one that would finally tilt the scales. Finally making her a bit to heavy to lift. She was sopping wet. MMMmmm. Maybe Jim would say screw the bed and bend her over the dining room table. Maybe spank her fat ass for eating herself so big she bust her buttons. That thought was worth two donuts, wasn’t it? Yes. Yes, it was.

She felt sick now. Nauseated. Her mammoth belly, stuffed to the absolute brim with sweets, jutted forward and nearly covered her lap. It nestled between her thighs, tight and so gorgeously full. Two more months. Eyes closed, she tried to imagine herself. Oh, she’d be fit to pop. Nearly six more weeks of constant gorging and fucking, not to mention the restaurants and her upcoming baby shower. I hope they ordered a big cake. Eloise’s tongue ran over her wet lips savoring the powdered sugar left there. She’d wrap up whatever was leftover and bring it home. Jim could feed and *** at the same time, couldn’t he? *** even as she shoved her face in the leftovers of that delicious cake…

She heard the rattle of keys from outside. The approaching jingle spiked her heart rate and broke her reverie. Eloise attempted to pull herself up from the chair and failed. Her rotund gut was so full as to throw her off-balance. After several attempts, she gave up and sighed. No point. Not now. She shoved one final donut between her lips and belched.

Always room for more…

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