chapter four

That weekend, I'm sure to take him out. We go out to a local outdoor mall, to have lunch and go the movies. He's wearing a tshirt that's several sizes too small, his tummy hanging out of the bottom. I have to keep hold of his hand.

I run into my friend Deborah at the Starbucks.

"OMG, Evelyn is that you?!"

"Hi, how's things?" We hug.

"Is this...is this Alan?" she asks.

"Sure is", I answer, putting an arm around his waist and patting his bottom.

"He's huge!" she yells.

"I know, I know, not much longer to wait", I say.

"What you've done with his body...you wanted him fat I take it?" she asks.

"Turn baby", I say, and he twirls, giving me an ugly look.

"Oh yeah, definitely, my daughter needed a good roof over her head", I tell her.

She laughs. "Well he's adorable."

"Thank you", I say, smiling.

"And so chubby", she adds.

"I know, I know", I say, patting his belly.

He flushes bright red.

"This is so embarrassing."

I hug him, and hold him against me, hiding as much of him as possible.

"Let's get you something to eat", I say.

"I think I want my old body back", he says softly.

I try to avoid that topic. Now it's just a waiting game.

We're lying in bed when he screams.

"I think the baby is coming..."

In a rush of lights, screaming, and an ambulance, we get him to the hospital.

For me it's a lot of terror and pacing.

The fake womb has to be literally cut open and the baby removed, kind of like a c-section. Anything could happen and I'm so scared.

I can hear him screaming from the operating table.

Hours later, he's out like a light and my son is in my arms.

He's gorgeous, red, and wriggly.

Back home, I put Alan to bed and lay down next to him.

"Thank you, he's gorgeous", I say. "What the heck?"

His moobs have grown significantly. They're big and heavy and now...dripping.

"I thought about the baby", he says.

"Do the doctors know this happens?" I'm in awe.

"I don't know." I seize a nipple and suck. Delicious and him.

"Oh my, you're delicious baby", I moan.

He gets rock hard. "Drink", he says, "If I were your pig, I'd let you consume me. Giving you my body is the ultimate act of submission."

"As much as I enjoy a good vore fantasy, the only unspeakable things I'm doing with my piggy include riding you", I answer, kissing him, then seizing a nipple again.

"Let me nourish you", he moans, and cums automatically.

"I love you, I love you."

It's a strain not to take my child's meal, but my breast feeding has to be limited.

"I think I should get some exercise", Alan announces.

Oh boy.

"Really", he says, "Maybe I should get into shape again."

It seems most logical to knock him up again immediately, since I have NO intention of letting that happen.

He loses weight as he breastfeeds, which I predicted, and I bring him food with weightgain powder mixed into the milk.

"We have a beautiful son, but I want a daughter also, can we at least think about another one?" I ask.

"You don't want to do it this time?" he asks.

Sigh.

3 Years Later

"Baby, is the bag by the door?" I call.

"Yes." Our oldest is sitting on the floor playing with blocks. Our daughter is clinging to Alan, and the new baby is screaming in his arms.

"Honey, hand her to me", I say.

I rub my 325 pound husband's back. Another one on the way.

He rubs his belly. "How fat do you think I'm going to end up?"

"Let's wait and see."