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Chapter 1

Travis made sure to come to every prenatal appointment with Crystal. Partly because he wanted to support her but partly to see the number on the scale rise. This morning they had a 36-week appointment and ultrasound scheduled to check growth before potential delivery. "268" the nurse said as Crystal held her massive stomach stepping off the scale. Her yellow dress was well stretched past it's limits with visible stress marks on the fabric all along her midsection. "7 pounds in 2 weeks," Travis thought. "She's picking up the pace again."

"Your baby boy looks healthy," the kind chubby ultrasound tech stated. "You're carrying a little extra fluid. It's only an estimate but he looks to be a chunky boy at about 7 pounds."

"What's average for right now? " Travis asked.

"About 6 pounds at 36 weeks. The doctor will go over delivery options and what to expect now that you could go into full term labor soon. Due dates are estimates, too."

In the exam room, Dr. Lowe addressed the obvious with Crystal. "So at this point you've gained 86 lbs which could result in you needing a cesarean during delivery. With this being your first, you may go past your due date which would be then baby will be bigger and more difficult delivery. I suggest we schedule you for a c-section at 39 weeks."

"I've thought about it and would like to let him come on his own," Crystal said. "I know things may be harder but I don't know if I'm going to have any more children so I'd like to choose this birth."

"If you go too far past your due date, we're probably going to have to do an emergency c-section just so you know. Your baby is measuring ahead in size and probably won't slow down."

Crystal agreed that after 40 weeks she'll schedule a c-section if needed. They left the appointment and got their usual massive lunch. Crystal was more stressed than usual so she ate more quickly and asked for extra sweets at home after their meal. Travis obliged and brought her a tray of 3 dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies he made the night before. With some milk, Crystal stress ate the whole tray, leaving small bits of melted chocolate chips along her swollen chest and parts of her tight dress she couldn't see. Travis noticed how the seams along the sides of her dress were playing tug-o-war. Travis wasn't complaining but unsure why Crystal still purposely stretched out her clothes past their prime.

Travis brought in a package off the porch that contained Crystal's new clothes. She pulled out a pair of 3XL leggings and a 2XL flowy flowery dress that could only be described as a mumu. Crystal was too lazy to try them on and instead asked Travis to bring her some chips to override the sweet she devoured.

The family size bag of sour cream and onion was gone by the end of a tv show episode. A hole formed amidst the seams about halfway down one side of her belly. Her breathing was labored from constant grazing over the past couple hours. Crystal squirmed under her heavy frame to get up to use the restroom, causing the hole to spread. Crystal waddled out of the restroom with tears.

"What's wrong babe?" Travis asked.

"I tore a hole in my dress."

"We'll now's the perfect time to try on your new clothes then."

"But that doesn't fix the dress," she cried. "I'm so stressed out I can't stop eating and eating and eating. My stomach is so full right now but my brain is telling me to eat more. My feet hurt and all I want to do is sit down all day but then my ass hurts from sitting too long."

Travis stood up, walked behind her, and cradled her massive belly to the best of his long arm's ability. "You're pregnant and you're beautiful, babe. I meant when I said I want to be there for you and our baby. I want to make you happy and if that's through food, then I will cook you anything your heart desires." Travis has become a master of distraction for Crystal. His years of management taught him to steer a conversation away from certain things and direct elsewhere. Travis used this opportunity to rub her body all over, giving her some attention before more than likely stuffing her face again.

"Can... Can I have pancakes?" She sniffled.

"Of course." Travis gave her belly one last pat, watching it jiggle and move and knowing soon it will move less. She plopped herself back into her spot on the couch (now forgetting about her dress hole) while he whipped together some homemade pancakes with chocolate chips, loads of butter, and maple syrup.

Her plate stacked with 4 large fluffy pancakes sat on top of her already full dome, sticking out well past her chest. Once Crystal smelled them, the show she was watching became background noise as she savored her food. It was moments like these she appreciated having a boyfriend who loved to cook. Small satisfied moans were heard with every other mouthful. Travis was sitting beside her, angled so he could watch Crystal fatten herself up. After the 3rd pancake dripping with fat and sugar was gone, Crystal's breathing was even more labored. She didn't even need to say a word: Travis moved in next to her to feed her the last huge pancake atop her.

Slowly but surely, the pancake was finished. Crystal was unable to keep her eyes open, slipping in a food coma with short breaths and some forehead sweat. Travis moved the plate and examined his handiwork. Her belly was tight as a drum except for the loose soft underbelly fat. There was practically no jiggle now compared to earlier. He rubbed and rubbed, knowing this dress was done for with a huge hole now. Crystal fell asleep, dreaming about becoming a stay at home mom while Travis kept her fat and pregnant.