“Honey, I’m home!” Mr. Match called, practically kicking the door to his apartment and announcing his return to his lovely wife, who quickly rose from her relaxed position on the sofa, her bouncy pinks pigtails announcing her presence a moment before that heavily made-up face he loved so much stared at him grumpily.

“Took you long enough!” Ms. Madd, now Mrs. Match, yelled back, her usual haughty pout on her face. “And do you have to do that every time!?”

“I can’t help it!” He said with a shameless grin on his face, heading over to their kitchen and dumping two heavy plastic bags onto the countertop before heading over to her. “I feel like a freshly kindled flame every time I say it! Besides, I got held back at the school, my heart’s been on fire bein’ away from you for so long!”

“I never should have married a hopeless romantic.” She rolled her eyes and leaned over the sofa, giving him a quick kiss that turned into quite a long one, eventually almost reluctantly parting with him. The former Ms. Madd, currently going by her first name of Madoi now that the WWW had been dismantled and its members scattered to the winds, sighed and fell back down to cover the couch, laid out from end to end for the last hour with little intent to stand up. It was how she was spending most of her weekends these days, recovering from spending all day on her feet by lazing around and letting her husband do the figurative and literal heavy lifting for her. It was easy to see why, given the bountiful bump sticking out of her waist, Madoi idly stroking her belly that housed their future family.

She was dressed in her usual peaches-and-cream t-shirt and colourful jeans, although they were looking stretched to their limit these days, and her belly was left entirely uncovered by her inadequate shirt. Although she was only three months pregnant, she looked well over six, owing to the triplets the doctor had recently told her she was carrying. She still recalled the pride she had felt

“Making up for lost time” had been how her husband had put it, after their months of unsuccessful attempts to start a family. No matter how healthy their love life had been, Madoi’s womb had stubbornly refused to bear fruit, leaving the usually energetic woman listless and lacking her usual ferocity until one day, out of the blue, she had woken up with morning sickness, and a quick pregnancy test later, Mr. Match was burning hotter than he ever had in his life with happiness, and Madoi was so giddy she had spent almost three weeks behaving like an angel, her usual snappy, easily provoked attitude giving way to a radiance that any minor inconvenience that would normally set her off couldn’t crack, merely laughing it off and going back to studying herself in the mirror hoping that she’d soon be able to see the beginnings of a bump.

After that the hormones kicked in, and she officially switched into pregnancy mode. Her mood would swing on a dime, going from yelling at her husband to sobbing apologetically to telling him her was the best man a woman could ever hope for, then back to telling him he was hopeless and couldn’t get anything done without her. Mr. Match took it in stride, her baby brain merely part of the experience, and certainly a step up from seeing her depressed over her seeming infertility. The bigger problem was her appetite, Madoi suddenly turning ravenously hungry even by the standards of a woman eating for four. Ever since she got pregnant she had started eating and wouldn’t stop, Match feeling like he’d end up a five star chef with how much time he was in the kitchen.

What the two didn’t know was the source of her sudden fertility and animalistic hunger was a parting gift of sorts from the WWW, although they’d likely never discover that fact. Madoi had been going through a box of things the two had brought with them from the WWW after leaving the organisation, an assortment of knick-knacks and spoils from their various criminal operations. By chance Madoi found what she assumed was some kind of candy bar in an unmarked wrapper, figuring it was something that one of the members had left on their desk at the time. What she didn’t know was that it was an experimental appetite and fertility enhancer developed at Scilab that they had stolen during a heist, developed by their biological division and intended for farm animals. The effects wouldn’t wear off for up to a year, but the scientists who made it would have been proud at how effective it was on an unwitting human test subject.

“Well, you’re stuck with me now.” He grinned.

“Anyway, I’m glad you’re back.” She said.

“Because you missed me so much?” He said hopefully.

“Because I’m starving!” She complained, crossing her arms. Mr. Match silently glanced at the coffee table in front of the sofa, which was covered in empty plates and a number of snack wrappers, his beautiful wife covered in crumbs from her gorging. It looked like he was going to have to do the vacuuming again already…

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, ain’t there?” He asked.

“All gone.” She declared almost proudly.

“You sure you aren’t worried about your weight?” He asked, deciding to pop a dangerous question before any bigger. Surprisingly, rather than start yelling at him about how you should never ask a lady about her weight or her age, she grinned deviously back at him.

“You don’t like it?” She asked, almost challenging him to say no. Her hand rose to brush against her hefty breasts, straining against the confines of her t-shirt and having gone up several cup sizes since her pregnancy started. Looking at her you wouldn’t have been able to tell just how much weight she had put on,

“I can’t say I dislike a woman with some meat on her bones.”

“Looks like I won’t need to file for divorce after all.” She said, swinging her thick legs over the side of the sofa and getting up with a grunt. She stretched out her back with a quick gasp, turned away from him and giving him a good look at where the bulk of those calories seemed to have been going: straight to her pillowy soft ass. She’d always had a nice plump ass in his opinion, but it had swollen to twice its original size, with broad hips and thick thighs to match. He was just thinking to herself that those jeans were on their last legs when she stretched a little too had, and there was a loud ripping sound as her jeans tore right down the middle, exposing her pale cheeks and at first glance, what appeared to be nothing at all.

“Damn it! Those were my favourite pair.” Madoi said, then shrugged. “Oh well, it’s not like I was going to fit into them anymore anyway.”

“You alright, honey?” He asked, watching as she undid her jeans and wriggled out of them, letting them hit the ground as she stuck her hip out into an alluring pose, pulling it off despite her belly. When she turned to face him she revealed she was wearing a lacy black thong, knowing it was just the type he wanted to see her in.

“Better than ever.” She smiled, looking surprisingly happy with her new proportions…

—-

“Agh, my feet are killing me. Maternity leave can’t come soon enough” Madoi complained as she kicked off her shoes and slid off the blazer that was part of her average outfit as a teacher, the job she and her husband had taken after going straight. While she was teaching she wore her bushy hair down as well as a pair of glasses largely for effect, hoping to give herself a more professional look for a less criminal career. Her blazer and blouse were one of the few well-fitting parts of her wardrobe, Madoi determined to keep herself looking respectable even as her beachball-sized belly rapidly inflated out of anything she stuffed it into. Six months into her pregnancy she was starting to go from heavy to heavy, and her body protested even the slightest of strenuous activity, leaving her mostly dependent on her husband.

“So, how’d class go?” Mr. Match asked, having left school earlier than her for a mandatory near-daily groceries run, and arrived home sooner thanks to her getting held up.

“The kids are starting to realise I’m pregnant and not just fat.” Madoi smirked, unbuttoning her blazer and tossing it over the sofa, waddling into the living room with one hand on her back and the other wrapped under her huge pregnancy. With the blazer gone one could see that her blouse was slightly less well-fitting than she would have preferred, the buttons at her bust holding on for dear life as her excess body fat seemed to go straight to her breasts and pantyhose-clad thighs. They were already too big for her or her husband’s hands to grasp in full, and she was starting to think they’d be as big as her head by the time she gave birth.

“I’d’ve thought you could tell that looking at you all the way from ACDC town.” Match laughed. “Anything I can get you?”

“I’ll take just about anything.” She said, her stomach groaning and demanding more and more by the day. “By the way, did a package arrive?”



“Aye, ma’am.” He said, collecting and handing her a parcel.

“Good, you didn’t open my mail for once.” She looked pleased, Match looking wounded.

“That was just one time!” He protested. “You never forget anything, do you?”

“Quit whining and just be glad you didn’t spoil the surprise!” She shot back cryptically, before waddling off to their bedroom, poking her head around the corner. “And stay right there until I get back!”

“I’m starting to feel like I should set up a bed in here.” He chuckled, the kitchen by now the most familiar room in the house. Wondering what the surprise could possibly be, he kept himself busy with a curry recommended to him by Yahoot. He made enough for five, hoping that he wouldn’t need to make enough for eight once those babies were finally out of her.

“That took a while.” He called without looking up as he heard her approaching, putting the finishing touches on the meal.

“I guessed the wrong size when I ordered this, the damn thing barely fit.” Madoi replied with her usual surly tone. “I was honestly wondering whether to bother or not, but then again, I won’t be wearing this one to class anyway…”

Her tone turned sultry, and Mr. Match’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Madoi was wearing a sexed up parody of her usual teaching uniform, her sensible blazer and blouse replaced with a blazer that completely failed to wrap around her breasts and a blouse that was nothing but cleavage, a single button straining and threatening to burst and let the whole thing spill out if she stretched her back too hard. The blazer was clearly designed to not have enough fabric to do more than emphasis her milky boobs, but also was notably in a deep crimson that was a perfect match for the fiery shade that he preferred to wear. Her sensible tights were replaced with brown thigh-highs and a pencil skirt so short and tight it seemed like her chunky thighs would cause it to split at the seams. She would only need to lift her legs a little to expose whatever fancy underwear she had chosen to wear today…

Of course, as sexy as it was, her belly was too big to be ignored, and it had more than enough impact on the outfit. The blazer was buttoned only in the gap between her breasts and belly, and her blouse was completely unbuttoned below it, leaving her pale flesh exposed to the world, and the skirt seemed to be barely staying up as well. The entire outfit seemed precariously put together, and it was no wonder she had spent so long getting changed; one wrong move and the whole thing would fall apart. In addition she had redone her makeup, a thicker, duskier shade than even the heavy amount she personally considered “tastefully light” as a teacher.

“You look…” He struggled to find the right words.

“Sexy? Beautiful? Amazing?” She suggested with a smile.

“How about all of ‘em?” He laughed. She seemed like she was going to say something seductive, only for her nose to perk up.

“Is that done?” She asked hopefully, and instantly Match deflated as he knew he couldn’t compete. Her act was already unravelling as she tried to not lick her painted lips, her hunger for his curry greater than for her husband.

“Aye, just a second.” He said with a sigh. The least he could do for his lovely wife putting on such a show for him was to stuff her until her clothes burst, a real possibility. Within a few minutes their dinner table was stacked high, Madoi’s sexy act long forgotten as she gorged herself with rice, Match watching as the huge batch he had prepared vanished in seconds, Madoi cleaning out bowl after bowl, resigning himself to whipping up something for himself later that night after she inevitably passed out into a food coma.

Madoi’s appetite only seemed to get fiercer the more she ate, shovelling food into her mouth faster and faster almost faster than she could fit it in her mouth. She was an immaculate eater by all means, even if it meant stuffing her cheeks to keep pace with her spoon. She gulped it down, pausing only momentarily to rub her stuffed belly and wash it down with a glass of water before diving back in. While her belly was already so big Madoi found it difficult to sit at the table without being forced back by her girth, Match was almost certain that he could watch it get ever so slightly bigger by the end. He suspected that if she kept this up after giving birth, she’d continue to look pregnant through sheer stuffing alone. Finally,Madoi let out an appreciative sigh and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her belly having cleaned out the last of what he had to offer.

“I’m still hungry.” She complained, insatiable as always. He supposed he should have expected this, as her outfit was still intact after all that, a good sign that she wasn’t close to done.

“Well, that’s all we’ve got, ‘nless you’re willin’ to wait for me to whip up some more.” He stated the facts, Madoi turning in her chair towards him. She still looked hungry, but there was a very different look in her eyes than the animalistic hunger she had before.

“Are you stupid? There’s a second course right here.” She claimed with a smug giggle, sliding herself off the chair and huffing slightly from having to move herself so soon, now down on her knees with her plump, squishy ass wriggling in anticipation. Before he could react her hand trailed up his leg to his crotch, her long, varnished nailed delicately unzipping him and stroking his rock hard cock, tugging at his underwear to let it spring free. She almost shuddered at the sight of it, unable to stop her tongue from hanging out for a moment, only the knowledge that her lips were still ruby red with lipstick stopping her from licking them in anticipation. She instead licked his tip, causing a matching shudder in him before her voracious appetite could bear the foreplay no longer, and her fat lips wrapped around the head. Her mouth made its way down his shaft, smearing it with lipstick as she made muffled sounds of delight that signalled that this was even more delicious than his cooking, then up again, making good use of her expert tongue on every inch. She went down again in a rhythmic motion, not letting him do any work as she repaid his efforts the best way she knew. Eventually, inevitably, he came, Madoi greedily drinking it down and he watched as with one final gulp, her blazer’s button snapped, hitting the floor with a ping as her blouse gave out at moments later, revealing the lacy bra she had been wearing. She stood up, licking her lips as her skirt slid down, showing off her matching panties.

“So, shall we continue this in the bedroom?” She asked as she licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes, and he was more than happy to grant her wish…

—

“You getting up, honey?” Match asked his enormously pregnant and well overdue wife, who had been quite comfortably enjoying her maternity leave by lazing around most days of what were supposed to be the final weeks of her pregnancy, only to turn out to be the final weeks plus a few. It had been ten months since she had gotten pregnant and she was fit to burst, yet her babies seemed too comfortable in her womb, and simply refused to come out. As a result she was absolutely gigantic, with a beach-ball sized belly that she complained she could have curled up and fit inside, and struggled to reach her belly button with her arms fully stretched. Her pajama top was unbuttoned to show off her bountiful cleavage, engorged with milk and fat and starting to seriously rival the size of her head, her dark nipples poking through the comfortable fabric.

“Can’t. Too heavy.” She groaned, shuffling slightly in her pajamas as she was pinned to the bed by her own weight. “Ask me again when these freeloaders are out…”

“Looks like it’s not just gonna be breakfast in bed, but lunch too.” He joked.

“Don’t forget second breakfast.” She reminded him, her stomach growling up a storm. “The babies are even hungrier than I am.”



“Aye aye, ma’am.” He said, appreciating Madoi’s maternal form once again. “You know, I almost like you like this.”



“What, a beached whale?” She glared at him.

“Ain’t no good husband who doesn’t like their beautiful wife bein’ a little dependent from time to time.”



“I’m almost missing having to do everything for you.” Madoi sighed. “I’d come up there and slap you, but…”



“Come have a try.” He challenged her. “Maybe gettin’ some exercise’ll finally be what makes you pop.”

“You’re on.” She declared, straining herself for a second by getting upright, going red in the face with that effort alone before collapsing back onto her pillows. “Nope, not a chance.”

“Shame, you coulda been the first whale to move around on land.” He teased her, running his hand along the slope of her belly. “Maybe you coulda gotten a headstart on losing those calories you’ve been talking about.”



“Oh, I’ll lose them alright.” Madoi said, glancing down at her thick thighs and engorged breasts. “You’ve been enjoying my gorgeous body too much lately, I’ll have to put you in your place.”



“Anything but that!” He joked, although it was hardly a lie. He most certainly liked Madoi with some meat on her bones, although towards the end of her pregnancy that meat was starting to show. Her broad hips and plump ass weren’t the only thing putting on weight, as it was finally starting to spread to the rest of her body. Her usually razor sharp features were looking a little soft, with some chubby cheeks and just a hint of a second chin showing on her. Her arms were pleasantly thick and soft, and it was clear that if she didn’t stop eating soon, she’d start to seriously balloon. Yet she couldn’t stop herself, nor could he stop himself from feeding her the moment she showed the slightest hunger pangs, and the two had mutually decided to not worry about it until the kids were out and accounted for.

The banter ended when he went to cook, returning a while later to a starving Madoi with a vertiable buffet of every breakfast dish he could think of. Pancakes, toast, bacon, eggs, sausages, muffins, waffles, everything in the pantry went into it, and it was a testament to how spoiled she was that her mouth didn’t even water at the sight, for this was a near daily occurrence for her.

“Help yourself.” He said cheerfully, only for Madoi to make her best effort to cross her arms, squashing her boobs in the process. Only Madoi could act petulant about breakfast in bed…

“You took too long.” She said moodily, her stomach loudly groaning again. “You do it.”

“If you insist!” He shrugged, thinking to himself that his wife really did love to be spoiled. He followed her orders and began to feed her, starting with the large, fluffy pancakes he had made, stuffing them in until her cheeks bulged. She went through them in no time at all, moving onto the waffles, then made a detour to the bacon, and then methodically went through the rest. Madoi had none of her usual sharp wit or snappy remarks, she just obediently ate whatever he put near her lips until she could eat not more, .

“Still hungry?” He asked, and for once, she seemed satisfied.

“I’m alright, for now.” She admitted reluctantly. “I don’t want you in that kitchen right now.”

He raised an eyebrow as he removed the platters and put them safely away from the bed, looking deep into her practically starving eyes.

“What a big fat liar you are. You’re still hungry after all!” He said, dropping his pants and climbing into the bed with her. Madoi showed a remarkable amount of energy, turning herself over and getting on her knees, presenting herself doggystyle with her belly pressed against the mattress for each access. He was more than happy to oblige, Madoi letting out an immediate gutteral moan of pleasure as he slammed into her from behind, reaching for her breasts and cupping them in his hands, Madoi hastily unbuttoning her pajamas before her snapped the button getting them out. They hung heavily, nipples stiffening as he felt her up, groping them expertly and kneading her nipples. Madoi gasped as milk started to drip from her nipples, staining the sheets below her as each thrust of her husband’s cock caused her to leak more until her heaving breasts turned from a few drops into a spray, her aching, eager to be suckled upon nipples seeming to be too impatient to wait for her babies. The milk mixed with the sweat of her body as her tongue lolled out as she could hardly think of anything but the orgasmic pleasure rocking through her until finally, she and her husband came at the same time, cum dripping from her almost sore pussy, the two panting as they laid next to each other, recovering slowly.

“You know-” Madoi began, only to stop abruptly, her red face managing to go almost pale.

“What is it?” Match asked, springing upright to tend to his wife in an instant, his fatigue forgotten.

“I think my waters just broke.” She stammered, looking shocked that it had finally happened as Match stared downwards at the damp patch between her legs, his eyes bulging out of his head.

“I-I-I-I’ll call the ambulance! Don’t move!” Match rolled off the bed and fell flat on his face, scrambling for his pants and a shirt before sprinting out of the room.

“Do I look like I’m going anywhere, moron!?” Madoi screeched, starting to huff and puff as labor pains began, although with them almost a sense of relief that her pregnancy was almost over. Only now the hardest part was about to come…