chapter 11 reborn

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER...

A well-dressed man walked through the doors of Curves and was immediately greeted by the hostess.

"Hello, Mr. Salazar," she said. "I presume you wish to see the twins as usual."

"Of course," he said, sharing a smile.

She led him through the strip club and into the back room where Vincent stood amongst his girls. They were all clamoring for his attention, but he gave them none. He simply walked away from them once we saw the client walk in.

"Welcome back, Mr. Salazar," he said, shaking the man's hand. "The twins are waiting for you."

He led the man through the room, through the crowd of girls who reached out for him. Nina was among the crowd, all 200 pounds of her. Vincent didn't even give her a second look. He brought the client through the side door and up the stairs in to the long hallway. Moans echoed through the corridor, emanating from the many rooms. They arrived at the twins' room, opening the door to find Virgil banging Beth and Ian slamming into Sarah. Ian was pushing 300 pounds and was covered in hair and sweat. Vincent dismissed them.

"Here you are, Mr. Salazar," he said to the client. "Enjoy."

With that he shut the door and made his way to the door at the end of the hall. He pulled out his keys and entered the room marked "Private." It was a lavish apartment, with several rooms filled with fine furniture. He walked through the living room, past the kitchen and into the bedroom. It was a large room with a king-sized bed but he ignored that, instead moving to a much smaller bed in the corner. He sat on the edge of the mattress, looking at Jill asleep on the bed. She slowly opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, smiling as he held her hand softly. She smiled back.

"How was your nap, my dear?" he asked warmly. "You slept almost three hours."

"Wonderful," she cooed. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.

She felt so fat and sweaty as she lay nude under the covers, but she didn't mind it. She was used to it by now. She didn't mind the nudity either; surely a result of the fact that she had been kept permanently naked all these months. She felt a churning in her stomach, but was used to that too by now. She was in a haze, content with everything.

"You look so lovely today," he said, running the back of his hand down her chubby cheek.

He continued talking while she looked into his blue eyes. She couldn't help but smile. She was all his. The bathroom door on the far side of the room opened then, which drew Jill's attention. Vincent continued talking to her, but she was no longer listening as she watched the hostess stroll into the room wearing nothing but a towel. She looked as though she had taken a shower earlier and had just finished her hair and makeup in the bathroom mirror.

The woman ignored the conversation Vincent was having with Jill as she walked by them. She made her way to a large dresser where she let her towel fall to the floor, revealing her perfect body. Jill looked on puzzled as she pulled a tiny black thong up over her incredible hips and ass.

"What the *** is the hostess doing here?" Jill screamed, looking back towards Vincent. Her head felt clear for what seemed like the first time in ages. The tranquility she had felt with her surroundings faded. She felt betrayed by her lover and demanded to know what was going on. "Who let that *** into our room?" Her language had gotten filthy since her change.

"Please, Jillian, calm down," Vincent commanded her. "You always get this way around Marlena." As he tried to calm the angry fat woman, the hostess ignored the whole thing, fastening her bra. She then moved to the closet, where she pulled a slinky black dress from a hanger.

"Why is she here?" Jill repeated angrily. "Are you ***ing her?"

"Of course I am," he answered, still smiling sweetly. "She's my wife. I've told you this dozens of times."

Jill stared at him in stunned silence. Her beloved was cheating on her? He was married? What did he mean when he said he'd told her a dozen times?

"Can't keep the customers waiting," the hostess said, slipping into her high heels. She bent over the seated Vincent and kissed him lovingly, lingering on his lips. "Goodbye, my love. Don't forget to check on Mr. Salazar. You know how rough he can get when he's left alone with the twins." She opened the door before turning with a sexy smile to add, "until then, enjoy your plaything."

"But..." a confused Jill stuttered once she and Vincent were alone.

"Now, now," he said soothingly. "You need to stop worrying about Marlena. Okay?"

"But I thought I was your woman," she said.

"You are, my dear. You both are. Marlena has a perfect form and is smart and helpful with the business. And you, my beautiful Jillian, are my fat, hairy slut."

For some reason Jill took that as a compliment. "So you're not going to leave me for her?" The question drew a hearty laugh from Vincent.

"Of course not. I will never leave you, Jillian," he reassured her. "After all, you will soon be the mother of my children." She stared at him with a confused look on her face. What was he talking about?

"Vincent, I don't..." Just then she felt that weird churning in her stomach again, but she couldn't ignore it this time. She placed a hand on her humongous stomach over the covers. Had he fattened her up even more? A moment later she felt it again. This time she tossed the covers off of herself and let out a startled yelp at what she saw.

"I wouldn't allow Marlena to ruin her perfect body," he said. "But you - you were already so full and bloated."

She was a blimp piled on the small bed. She couldn't imagine how fat she was now; judging by how large she felt at 278, she must have been well beyond 300 pounds now. She couldn't see past her belly, which extended up from her for what seemed like a mile, but as she moved her legs she felt the thick hair that had accumulated on her legs and pubic region. What she had thought was sweat was milk; her tits, which were hanging off her sides, were soaked and the liquid had run down all over her sides.

"Are they kicking?" Vincent asked, placing a hand on her incredible bulging belly. "Hard to believe you're eight months along already."

"They?" Jill asked in panicked trance. She attempted to sit up and somehow crawl back away from her own stomach, but Vincent grabbed her shoulders to reassure her. As he did, the babies inside of her kicked once again, which caused her fat-covered stomach to ripple.

"Triplets," he responded, looking at her belly like a proud father. "All girls. They are going to be so beautiful, just like their mother."

Jill merely laid there in shock, staring at her inflated belly and imagining the children inside it. She struggled to accept that she was soon going to be somebody's mother. Three people's mother, actually.

Vincent watched his pet as everything sunk into her brain. This is how it usually went; she would get upset about Marlena and snap out of her haze, then he would remind her about her pregnancy and she would break all over again, slipping back into her blissful stupor. He usually enjoyed toying with her like this, but it was beginning to grow tiresome. He was sure that giving birth would be enough to break her permanently. He just had to wait it out until then.

"You are going to be a great mother to these girls," he said, stroking her sweat-soaked hair. "Just as you'll be great mother to the next batch. You'll be having many more children, my dear. I plan to keep you pregnant forever, filling you with the next child as soon as the last one is born."

Jill stared into his eyes, trying to digest his words.

"My special formula, which you so generously injected into yourself, has ensured that you are now incredibly fertile, and will likely never have just one child at a time," he went on. "It has also ensured that you will only give birth to females. Once they are born you will suckle all our children from your healthy tits, and judging by their size, the children will be well-fed."

He squeezed her mammoth breast, which squirted more milk out of its large nipple. A moan came from deep within her as the milk ran from her tit.

"You will live for nothing else but to service me and grow fat with my daughters. Fat little girls who will grow up to be fat sluts, just like their mother. Don't you want that?" he asked.

She looked into his eyes and any doubts melted away. Everything seemed okay in that moment. She couldn't wait to start their family with her beloved.

"Yes," she said with tears in her eyes - tears of joy. "I'd do anything for you. I love you, Vincent."

"That's a good girl," he said, with a smile. He kissed her forehead as he got up to leave to go check on Salazar.

As she watched him leave the room, she noticed a miniature snow globe with a polar bear inside on the nightstand near the door. It was round and only about the size of a golf ball. She wondered what it was, feeling as though she'd seen it before but not able to place it. She ultimately decided that Vincent must have gotten for the babies to play with. He was so thoughtful.

She felt more kicking and rubbed her belly. The amount of sloppy fat that emanated from her should've amazed her, but she seemed fine with it. She tried to shuffle her position in bed, but gave up when the movement proved too difficult. She felt more kicking, this time much harder. She rubbed her belly gently again.

"It's okay, I'm right here for you," she said sweetly to her unborn children. "Mommy's always going to be right here."

THE END