Mom Bod

Chapter 1

She was pregnant! Kylie couldn't believe it. All her life she had dreamed of this, and while a little scared, she was excited. All the thoughts of motherhood made her smile, and starting this new chapter of her life with the man she loved only made her smile harder.

Picking out cute maternity clothes, building a crib together, picking a name! She was so excited for it. And the best part of all? She could relax her dieting for a bit, seeing as she was going to be eating for two. She was a little thicker than she wanted to be, but wasn't upset. Clearly, her man had no issue with her looks and she carried her weight well.

Who cares if she got a "mom bod?" It would all be worth it in the end.

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"Subject 028 is coming along nicely. She's producing almost 10 gallons of milk a day with no sign of slowing down."

"Perfect, Dr. Jones. Increase her dosage to 6.5 mg, and mark down her vitals as a benchmark for future testing."

Dr. Jones hesitated for a moment. "Uh, sir, I understand our purpose here and what our tests entail but....I don't think Subject 028 can handle that. We are already pushing its body to the natural limits."

The Director, only referred to as Sir to his staff, did note the enormous strain that was being placed on Subject 028. A pile of pale flesh cascaded up from the mattress, soft to the touch despite being jam packed with lard everywhere lard could go. 028 resembled a mass amalgam of adipose, and to the neutral observer this was never a human, with a normal skeleton and organs beneath it. No, this was a lab grown sack used for solving complex theories and questions.

A massive belly, with the softest fat imaginable, made up most of 028's lower half. Feet and cankles barely poked out under its belly, but a quick glance at them told you that its gut wasn't the only thing keeping it in place. 028's feet were nonfunctional, so fat that even it's toes had small rolls. Ankle fat nearly enveloped said feet, a precursor to the barrel thighs that hasn't been used in years. Arms hung useless at its side, fingers too fat to grab anything and wrists unable to be bent. The head and shoulders were caked with fat, and closer inspection revealed just how useless its senses had become.

Oxygen tubes ran to the head, doing their best to keep 028 alive. Any beautiful hair had long fallen out, so suffocated by fat that the follicles just stopped working. Its face fat had severely hindered its vision, blinding itself.

The two main money makers and reason for The Director's tests were 028's massive, otherworldly breasts. Two enormous sacks of flesh hung off the side of its belly, each massive nipple affixed with a pumping machine, taking out milk daily.

"Increase the dosage to 8 mg, Dr. Jones."