Chapter 7

Our romantic sessions were full on too now, with Jayne making every effort to show how much she wants me. Fucking the arse of a woman of her size was other worldly and something only we shared and enjoyed together, despite the requests! Getting all squished and lubed up just to be squeezed by her already seperated arse cheeks was a mission, but her appreciation was more than worth it. With constant monitoring of her big body, I could tell when she was enjoying herself with me. With out her having to spit the feeding tube out, which she loves. “I know, *huff* you can tell*puff* when you’re *huff* giving me *puff* what I *pant* want” Jayne said as she gestured towards the heart rate monitor the first time she caught on to me. She smiled as a nurse helped her tube back in while I continued to fondle her cavernous belly button. Her resting heart rate was so high at 110bpm that the nurses had to get used to this ‘new normal’ that was accepted only for the miracle that was, Jayne. During one of her pleasure sessions with me, her heart rate got to around 190bpm and she wasn’t even moving or doing anything. The nurse flocked her as her breathing became unbelievably fast and she was sweating like never seen before as they thought this was Jayne’s end due to the impossibility of her size and age permitting her heart rate. But she orgasmed, hard. Letting everyone else know just how drenched I was with the gushing sound that released from under her girth as her eyes rolled back into her fat covered face. She had returned her heart rate to normal after nearly ten minutes. But miraculously, my wife didn’t faint or even get close. She did tell me that the spots she was seeing scared her a little, but she knew her weight wouldn’t end her life due to the phone’s secret. I could pump her full, *** silly and she wouldn’t let go, and that’s what I did. It was amazing.

Then came the fateful day when she had to do what she new was coming all along. She had to give birth. 18 Children in nearly as many hours. We piked her up on energy stimulants and gave her heart a workout. She cried and ate the whole time, I filled her mouth with seed twice at her request while she was in labour. After cleaning up all of the blood and mess, she passed out. I watched her big stretched pussy hole birth 18 of our children, all healthy and of good size. Like watching an animal relying on her primal urge to push as she had no way to see or feel what was happening with her hands. Her tits had obviously been getting bigger with her size, but the amount of milk stored in them was incredible. She was constantly hooked up to industrial custom made milk extractors that sucked the milk out of her 350kg breasts (each side) which was stored for the babies and sold off to certain health groups who believe Jayne’s milk is amazingly high in healing qualities.

My wife then asked me, “when *huff* are *puff* you *pant* going *huff* to *puff* give *pant* me *fart and short breath* more?”. Fuck she had gotten fat. She hardly ever spoke in the last few months, I had never heard her this laboured. Weighing in 3257.4kgs, she truly is a goddess. A goddess that is about to impregnated again in 6 weeks via a tube injection. Her face was now framed by her shoulders with hidden rolls and layers between them. Cleaning them was becoming a chore for the nurses team, fucking them for me was getting better for Jayne and I though. She loved it when I would cum in her rolls. Her eyes would always roll back and her growing pregnant pussy would always cum. And now the she is in recovery, it was the easiest way to please her without having to touch her sore and sensitive birth portal.

Speaking of which, her fat cunt just hung there between her huge thighs and under her gargantuan belly and between her nearly 180° split apart legs, like an abandoned warehouse waiting for it’s next tenant while it and Jayne recovered from birthing 18 Children. All flabby, clean shaven, stretched, pink and red and ready to be used again. Jayne truly was a fat, blubbery, slobbish, obese, immobile, lazy woman. Just her own image could make her cum and there was hardly a need for her pleasuring devices anymore.

Six weeks later

The time had come for Jayne, and she knew what was about to happen. She was counting down the days for her check over and to be given the approval. A team of doctors, a gynaecologist and myself all stood under her while she was hoisted up in the air, legs spread, arse and gut lifted, fupa shifted and pussy exposed. She didn’t utter a word while we were inspecting her hanging womanhood which was now hanging almost 15 inches from the closest pelvic bone. We gently poked and prodded while inspecting and conversing about the condition of her pussy. She has of course been Flowing since we lifted her and was not embarrassed by this. Jayne passed gas numerous times while she air born and even dumped her waste which was almost liquid now thanks to her hormones and laxatives. The doctors had left with their approval being expressed quietly to me.

“Can *huff* we *Puff* have *pant* more *long breath in* now babe?” Jayne managed to get out while waiting eagerly for answers. The doctors had long since left and I was just admiring her pussy at its size, trying to fathom how this next pregnancy was going to be for her. 2000kgs in 9 months did things to her. Her fupa had these big angry stretch marks that needed to be moisturised six times a day along with her gut, thighs, tits, arms, feet (what was visibly left of them) and even her face. She had gotten so big that her main big chin that sat upon her big stretched chest had its own stretch marks as she piled on the weight so fast. When I tickled them, she would cum and cry at the same time. Usually telling me how in love with me she is afterwards.

I brought her down and asked her, “How do you want to do this sweetheart? Same as last time? Another 2000kgs? Or do you want to take it a bit easier this time?”. I tug gently at her huge puffy cheeks while she struggled to lift her eye lids to look at me. “maybe *huff* 1000kgs *puff* this time. *Huff* and 12 *pant* babies. *Snort* like we *puff* origin-*huff*-ally planned” she says with a really forced but weak smile. “anything for you my love” I say as I stand up and place her feeding hose in and activate the machine. I walk over to the safe and retrieve the phone. Copying and pasting the previous passage and modifying the numbers to suit Jayne’s wants... And realistically, her needs. I hit save and walk out. I came back to her, feeling as she did last time. And myself ready to *** big, fat covered frame. But I promised I would pump seed into her. So I got a platform and slid it next to her to be inline with where her big waiting face would be when she is lifted on the bed I lifted Jayne up and used a syringe to suck up some of her waiting juices that were flowing out of her hanging baby factory. I brought the syringe with a hose on it that was just bigger than my hard cock in width and pushed it up inside of her, sucking her juices up and pulling the syringe to half way. I climber the platform stairs and got next to her while she lay there. I put the projector on and played a sequence that I made of Jayne gaining weight. From her days weighing only 70kgs to now. Jayne came over and over and was crying near the end of it. I had cum twice by this point as I was violently jerking into the tube for this syringe. She would look over and see me coming and jerk and shudder. A big tube hanging from her mouth to keep her full. I lean in and say to her fat covered ears, “This is how baby factories get impregnated Jayne, like an animal. With a tube and seed.” She cums again. I walk down the stairs and under her lazy body. Turning in her camera and making sure she sees what I’m doing. I lift the syringe push the whole thing inside of her stretched pussy hole. A 3 inch wide syringe went inside of Jayne without a sweat. I plant our juices combined back in to her sloppy wet pussy. She shudders and moans. I clean her up a little bit and deliberately leave the cleaning devices off so there is no chance my seed gets wasted or sucked from her. I lower her down and move the platform and find Jayne asleep, just like last time. And with our new equipment for feeding her, I amp the pressure up and immediately see her gut begin to wobble in response to the food I’m pumping in to her. I leave to tend to our babies and look back at Jayne asleep through the window to our nursery. I’m in love with the fattest woman on the planet and potentially the universe. I instantly became the father of 18 amazing children and am about to father 12 more thanks to her ability and passion. And all she has to do is lay there and digest food and let her reproductive system do the work. At 31 years of age and rapidly approaching 4300kgs, Jayne truly is a miracle.

She is my wife, and she won’t ever stop.