Soon to Be Mother's Day (Mini Story)

James was up in bed reading a new parenting book while his ravenous, pregnant wife Carolyn was downstairs devouring all the food in the kitchen. He could hear her loud, animalistic chewing, smacking and burping all the way from the second floor of their house with the bedroom door closed.

Carolyn was already chunky when he first married her but her overeating for two had resulted in her becoming obese, with massive breasts that occasional dribbled milk and a belly that was extra large thanks to her fat encircled bundle of joy. 

She used to be somewhat needy but she was always courteous. Now she was demanding and selfish, using her pregnancy to turn their marriage into an "all take, no give" relationship. Her gas had gotten out of control as well. She used to be embarrassed when let out the slightest toot but now she couldn't go ten minutes without letting out a room clearing fart or air vibrating burp with no shame. Despite the changes in her demeanor, James couldn't bring himself to say a word in complaint, spoiling her with whatever she asked and doing all the household chores by himself.

Eventually the loud sounds of eating downstairs gave way to the familiar sound of heavy footsteps and creaking floorboards coming towards James. His wife's nude form soon entered the room, her wide hips brushing against the door frame.

"*BELLCH* We're out of food. You need to go get more. Remember, it's bad for the baby if I don't get to eat what I want, whenever I want it." She said, spraying spittle and crumbs from her mouth with every word.

"I'll get up early and do some grocery shopping." James said. There had hardly been a day for the last few months where he hadn't needed to shopping before dawn to keep the house stocked with food for Carolyn to tear through.

"Also, tomorrow's Mother's Day. The baby's not due another month but I expect to be given the full mom treatment. I want giant flowers bouquets, cards, giant candy boxes, the works!" She said before scrunching her face and pushing out a loud fart.

"But of course, dear."

"And you can start tonight by giving me the loving that the world's future best mom deserves!" She declared.

Carolyn crawled onto the bed on all fours and shoved her expansive rear directly in her husband's face, demanding to be taken from behind just like the night James first impregnated her. A few months ago, James would be eager to oblige to his wife's carnal wishes, but her pleasantly plump rump had blown up into a saggy, cellulite covered, dump truck of an ass that smelled just as bad as an actual dump truck. Still, he got up and dropped his boxers to perform his marital duties.

He approached his wife and grabbed the loose flab around her waist. The moment he touched her, she released a wet, ten second long blast of gas from her massive cheeks, moaning in delight almost as if she had been holding it in, waiting for him to get behind her to let it out. James didn't say anything, only thinking about the chubby beauty she used to be to get himself hard and began to plow into her, with her pushing out a bout of sloppy flatulence and a brassy burp with every other thrust. Eventually, she shuddered before coming and drenching his crouch. James quickly pulled out and came on her stink spewing backside. He obviously didn't have to worry about getting her pregnant but he wanted to get into the habit of ensuring he never had to endure another one of her pregnancies.

Carolyn collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep within minutes, her fat laden lungs  causing her to snore loudly. James grabbed his sound cancelling headphones and his nose plugs before nestling into the small part out the mattress not occupied by his wife's giant frame. He hoped that when the baby was born she would return to her previously kinder personality but he grimly realized that the chances of it happening was less likely than he would prefer.