chapter 2

"I don't think so." She ran out of the bathroom and called an ambulance.

"You have to understand this is all new to the medical community", her doctor explained, standing over his hospital bed. "So we didn't know exactly how to look for this. You're carrying multiples. Twins. Possibly triplets."

"Oh my God!" Brianne squeezed his hand.

"I can't be!" he screamed.

"You can, and you are", the doctor said. "I was wrong about your nutrition level."

"I knew it", Brianne hissed.

"Fatten him up good", the doctor winked, leaving.

"I can't believe she just said that!" Dave objected.

Brianne laughed and squeezed him. "We'll adjust."

"Can we afford this?" he asked.

"Please don't worry."

He went home in a wheelchair, and got straight into bed.

Brianne whipped up some pasta and brought it to him. She fed him a big bowl of Bolognese, bringing each forkful to his lips.

"That's a lot of food", he objected.

"You've got two more bowls after this", she said.

"What?!"

"I want a good roof over my babies' heads, and I'm taking no chances with your health", she said sternly.

"But I'll be huge!"

"Enormous. But there's no other way. I need you to keep eating, baby...." She instructed

"You won't want me anymore", he groused.

"I adore you, and I want you more every day, you're the father of my child....children...just keep eating..."

He put away four huge bowls of pasta.

"I'm so..." His hands moved between his legs.

"That's natural, baby, you're supposed to be horny." She kissed him, and carefully straddled him.

"We can't do this much longer", she said, lifting up his 5 month pregnant stomach, "we'll have to figure out a different position."

She came down on top of him, driving his hard cock deep inside her. "As long as we can be together", he said.

"I'm so big and awkward..." he complained.

"Just rock your hips, baby, I'll do the rest, Just rock those fat, plush hips..." she moaned.

He rocked his hips carefully, the need building inside him.

"F*** me, baby, I need it", she cried out.

"God yes, I need to cum", he cried out, and exploded hard, hot, and wet inside her.

"Good boy", she said.

Collapsing in her arms, he was asleep in minutes.

He woke up hard as a rock, and she manipulated him. He came hard, stuffing pancakes into his mouth, and was horny again in an hour. Pregnancy was taking a toll on him.

He was up to 10,000 calories a day, his belly growing with baby and food until he was perfectly round, then growing some more.

She turned him on his side, one hand holding his big belly, the other one slipping her finger up his bottom. "Do you like that, baby?" She took him gently.

"Uh huh", he moaned. She took her hand from his belly and tugged on his cock. "Cum for me. It's good for you and the baby for you to be satisfied, you know it."

He came hard.

At seven months, his belly button popped out, and he was absolutely bed ridden.

She went out and got him what he needed, including ice cream and pickles.

"After your last weigh in, honey, the doctor is talking about putting a tube in your tummy." Brianne kissed said tummy, trying to soften the blow.

"But I'm eating all I can!" he objected. "Almost around the clock! Look how fat I am, I can't walk"!

"I know, I know", she said, kissing him again, It was true. His thighs were bigger than her waist, his upper arms were huge, his bottom looked like a sofa cushion, and his belly...he had to have gained 70 pounds more of baby and food.

"It will only make you gag for the first few minutes. I refused to bring you in, said I could do it myself", Brianne said.

"Now?!"

She nodded her head. They maneuvered the plastic pipe down his throat, and he only gagged once. Then she turned the machine on low, and it slowly filled his belly with weight gain formula 24 hours a day.

He approached 400 pounds as he entered his ninth month. And as the babies got ready to enter the world, his moobs grew large and heavy and started to fill with milk.

"Our babies will have plenty to eat", she said.

"You think it's gross", he grumbled.

"I love it! It's incredibly hot."

"It is not!"

"Want me to prove it?" she asked.

"Yeah!"

She ducked down, and seized a nipple, and sucked gently.

"Oh God!" he jumped. "Oh that feels....weird, amazing."

You taste amazing, she thought.

"Be careful, that's pure butter fat, you might get fat off me", he said, kissing the top of her bent head.

She sucked harder, grinding against him. He pulled down his boxers as he grew wet and hard. He pushed inside her and f***** her while she nursed from him. They both exploded in blinding orgasms.

"You taste incredible", she said, coming up for air.

"That was so hot."

It was a calm, but hot night in June when he grew restless. He rubbed his belly.

"I ache. All the time. My belly is heavy, my tits are heavy..."

"I'm so sorry", she said, kissing him, pulling him close.

"I think maybe they're coming..."

"What?!"

H e didn't have a suitcase. There was nothing in the world that fit him anymore. She couldn't get him in her little old Camaro, so they quickly got an ambulance.

Three men barely lifted him into the back.

He screamed as a pain shot through him. Many hours later, the first child came screaming into the world.

"11 pounds!" the doctor yelled, "No wonder you're the size of the Goodyear."

"Hey, that's my husband you're talking about!" Brianne screamed.

Dave grinned through the pain and filed it away for later. Husband.

Another, another. Two boys, and one girl, all a heavy 11 pounds.

"You deserve a purple heart", the doctor said, patting his belly as she left.

Brianne brought two babies to his nipples and they ate.

"That feels incredible", he said.

"Another one next year", Brianne said as he looked shocked. "I plan to keep you fat and pregnant."