Sorry I haven't been updating lately. I have been working overtime at work, my life has been nothing but working lately. Combine that with me being six weeks pregnant, it's not easy to find time to write when you're constantly exhausted.
Here's the next chapter, Adley is six months pregnant now.
Chapter 30
Brea is taking me to the doctor today, I'm by far the biggest I've ever been in my life. Brea says it's all baby, but I don't believe him. His constant forcing me to eat has made me fat I'm sure. He says it's a checkup to see how well the baby is doing. Although I'm a little scared as to what they will do to me, it's nice that I can see if the baby is healthy or not. Maybe the doctor can prove that it's not all baby and that some of it is Brea making me fat. Maybe then he won't force me to eat as much.
It's nice that we can finally afford things, like this visit. Before Brea wouldn't even consider it, not until he found his accounting job. We can now afford electricity, something I missed. We have a TV, and a fridge. We're still sleeping on the couch in the living area, but at least I have something to entertain myself with since Brea won't let me do anything with my increasing mass.
I can cook a massive variety of foods, with Brea's help teaching me I'm learning a lot more and even am starting to experiment on using combinations of spices and other things to make new creations. It's easier to try and cook now that I'm not sick at every smell.
Brea drives us to a beige brick building and parks in the parking lot stall. Unbuckling his seat belt and getting out, he walks around the car and opens my door for me and helps me out. It's a nice gesture.
We walk hand in hand into the building, I'm out of breath by the time we reach the automatic doors, Brea gives me a sympathetic smile, and walks slower once we get into the building. We walk down to a series of halls until we get to the one that he wants, then opens the door to reveal an office and a waiting area.
Brea motions for me to take a seat in one of the wooden chairs and then walks up to the desk and waits for the receptionist to look at him. "We're here for our uh- appointment. Last name is Kahline."
The receptionist types away on the computer, "Ah, yes Mr. and Mrs. Kahline, I have you right here. Have a seat someone will be with you shortly." Brea takes a seat and sits down beside me, we wait for the longest time in silence. One by one a female comes and takes other patients into the back, some are with their men, while others are alone. One by one they are taken back until we are the only ones left, making it only logical that I am next.
"I hate waiting rooms," Brea mutters as he stretches back in his chair. He looks at me and winks. "Won't be too much longer now baby."
"What are they going to do Brea?"
"Well I don't really know for sure, more than likely they'll do an ultrasound so that you can see your child. They might take some blood although I don't know. I've never exactly been to one of these things before Adley."
"Well I thought maybe you would be more educated on this thing. After all you did work in a place where they breed women and sell them as sex slaves."
"Let's not start this here Adley. Besides I didn't exactly work in that department. I worked in the financial aspect of it. Not the part that you saw. I worked behind the scenes."
"Well then how did you get to know about me? How did you know that no one would take me?"
"Kahline?" The woman has re-entered the room again, calling our name this time. We both get up and head back with the person, following her long blonde hair and bulky figure down a small hallway. After taking my weight on a standing scale and charting how tall I am she picks a door on the right marked with the number three, and opens it. Inside there is a white walled room with a television screen and a green leather chair. There are things on the chair that can only be meant for my feet to go on. This doesn't look like it's going to be a good time at all. Damn.
"Have a seat on the leather chair Mrs. Kahline, Mr Kahline, I will go get you a chair so you can sit next to your wife," she says getting ready to leave the room.
"I'll be fine, thanks," Brea says and stands next to the chair I'm supposed to sit in. I wriggle my way into it, trying not to tense.
"Are you sure?" She asks. "We have chairs for you so you can be more comfortable."
"I'm really okay, thank you. I'd just like to know how my baby is doing."
"We'll get to that right away, just a few moments until the doctor comes in. He is finishing up with another patient and then he will be in. While we wait I need to get some information. Mrs. Kahline have you been having any complications with your pregnancy?"
"Not that I'm aware of, just the usual things, sickness, vomiting, feeling tired, anxious, like death. The works."
"Well you are not supposed to feel like death," the nurse giggles. "Are you still having the nausea and vomiting?"
"No, not anymore, I quit that about three months ago. Now it's just getting bigger."
"Well that is all normal. Since we don't have a chart on you, can you tell me what your weight was before you conceived?" I shake my head. I have no idea. I have never weighed myself before. The men at the facility did on occasion, but I don't ever remember what it was. I dare not tell her that though. She may send us back, who knows who could still be after us, Brea especially.
"That is alright, we can figure it out, ballpark anyway. Have you been having any pain?"
"A little back pain, a little soreness in the feet," I might as well be honest.
"All normal. I can prescribe you something for your pain, it won't harm the baby in any way, you will be alright. Um, do we have insurance information?" I look at Brea, I have no clue what she is talking about.
"I got it," he says. Brea launches into a conversation with the nurse about our insurance that we apparently have. I don't even really know what it is, all I know is that it makes things cheaper. Doctors are expensive, or so Brea has told me. Brea tells her our information, answering all of her questions and then some. I don't understand any of it, it's like a foreign language.
When they are done talking the nurse walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. We wait for several minutes, Brea standing over top of my figure. "I know you're nervous Adley, but it's going to be okay, I promise."
"What if it's not? What if something is wrong?"
"Well then we will handle it, it's no big deal Adley. Besides you're going to be fine, just relax." He takes my hand in his and squeezes it. How can he say everything is fine? We don't know that. What if something is wrong with it? What if I have something wrong with me?
"I know it's tough to relax, but you need to. Stress is bad for the baby."
"Well it's not in my control, I can't help being stressed out."
"I know Adley, just, I don't know." The doctor walks in, it's a female with brown hair and a lab coat. She smiles and nods in our direction and walks towards the television screen machine.
"Mr. and Mrs. Kahline, how are we today?" she asks.
"We're doing well," Brea says after I don't say anything.
"Very good. Mrs. Kahline I expect you're doing well with your pregnancy?"
"Yes, I am." I say. I'm all too anxious to be here.
"Well do you have any questions for me?" I shake my head no. I can't think of any, I knew that I had a question in my head, but I've forgotten it.
"Alright well I guess I can ask some. How is your pregnancy going? Are you having any complications? Pain?"
"A little bit of pain but that should be normal shouldn't it?"
"Oh, yes pain is very normal, especially now since you are growing in size and your skin is stretching tremendously. We will get you something natural and non harmful for you."
"Oh, ok that sounds fantastic," I say rubbing my hand over my bulging stomach.
"Good, good, so have you noticed any changes, other than the baby growing obviously."
"I don't know what should I be looking for? What kind of changes?"
"Well have you had any trouble that you don't usually have? Unusual changes before and after you eat, do you get hungry to quickly or not eat enough?"
I open my mouth to say no but Brea beats me to it. "She is having trouble eating. She doesn't want to eat until I tell her to. She refuses meals sometimes. I have to beg her to eat some days."
"Does she break into sweating fits or fits of weakness if she has taken too long to eat?"
"No, she doesn't but she won't eat. Sometimes all I get her to eat is two meals a day and a snack."
"Well that is cause for a small amount of concern. Mrs. Kahline, you should be eating three meals a day, or better yet snacking throughout the day. You need more nutrition in your body, I know it looks like a lot but I promise you it's not."
"I don't think you've seen the portion sizes that he cooks. I swear not all of this is baby, a lot of it is probably fat."
"On the contrary, your weight is less than the average of a pregnant womans. You aren't terribly behind, but it wouldn't hurt you to gain a couple more pounds. You are very small, I know it's overwhelming, but you need to consider what is best for your baby, and right now you need nutrition, food is your best friend."
"And what if I'm not hungry?"
"You need to be eating three decent sized meals and two light snacks a day. Or you can snack throughout the day all day. But you need to eat just a little bit more."
"Fine," I'm defeated. I have no leverage, Brea is going to kill me. He's going to force me to eat more now that the doctor has said something. I can't wiggle my way out of it anymore.
"Well. Let's get a good look at the little fella should we?" The doctor says. She puts on gloves and grabs some sort of blue gel. Mrs. Kahline would you mind laying back on the chair and pulling your shirt up. Just enough to show that belly of yours. I'm going to put this gel on you then I'm going to wave this tool around and it will give us a picture of your baby. Okay?"
"Okay," I nod and pull up my shirt, exposing my belly and my stretch marks. It's humiliating with those marks all over me. I wonder if they will ever go away.
The doctor squirts the gel on my stomach, it's cool on my skin and sends goose bumbs running along my arms. She rubs it around with the wand that she has in her hand. "Direct your attention to the screen," she says, looking at the screen herself. "You have a wonderful healthy looking baby here."
"So it is healthy?" Brea asks. The doctor nods her head yes.
"Yes, it is very healthy, you are lucky to have such a wonderful gift. Do you want to know the gender?"
"No,"I shake my head. I can tell Brea wants to know, but I want it to be a surprise. I don't want to spoil it, what if it's a boy? What if Brea gets his way? I don't really care that much, I'll love this baby no matter what, but a girl would be nice. I would love to raise her.
"Okay, then, so it remains a mystery," the doctor says, still waving the thing around. "Did you bring the tape I asked you to bring so I can take a video for you?"
"Brea produces a round, flat, shiny object and hands it to the doctor. She inserts it into the machine and continues to wave that thing over my stomach, applying pressure, it makes me have to pee so bad. This baby is really pressing on my bladder.
"So have you felt the baby kick at all?" The doctor asks. I glimpse at Brea and suddenly I'm worried.
"No, I don't think I have." I say, Brea squeezes my hand to let me know everything is okay.
"Okay, all normal. Your at twenty four weeks right now, approximately. Normally babies start kicking between sixteen and twenty five weeks into the pregnancy. It's okay if you haven't felt anything yet, just look out for it any day. The little one will start kicking very soon I promise you."
"You're sure there isn't anything wrong?" I ask. It scares me that the baby hasn't started kicking yet. What else is delayed? Could this affect future health for this baby? And then I realize I have absolutely no idea how to raise this baby. I don't know how to change a diaper, I don't know how to feed it, nurture it, care for it. I don't know anything.
The doctor says something, her and Brea are talking but I can't focus, I'm in a different world, a more stressful world where I have no idea what is going on. My breathing becomes more erratic, my heart rate increases, it shows on the screen and sends off an alarm. The doctor looks at the monitor and looks at me panicked. My vision is blurry, not clear like it was a minute ago, I'm going to pass out.
"Mrs. Kahline? Mrs. Kahline, it's okay wake up." My eyes open, the doctor removes something from under my nose, smelling salts. She hands me a drink of water, from god knows where. How long was I out for?
"Mrs. Kahline, can you tell me what happened?"
"I fainted?" I question.
"Yes, you fainted, for a few minutes, can you tell me why though?"
"I- I don't remember."
"Your heart race increased along with your respirations. Can you tell me why? Any anxiety perhaps?"
Then I remember. "I have so much anxiety about this baby, I don't know how to do anything in order to raise it."
"Well you're in luck, that's why they have parenting classes," she says. "I can recommend several programs for you to attend."
"Uhm, I'm afraid that's not in our budget. We just moved here and I started a new job not too long ago, I don't exactly have the resources to take her to a class once or twice a week," Brea says. I have an urge of disappointment. We may have more money now, but still not enough to afford everything we need.
"Okay, well there are different approaches as well. How about a book? How to raise children. There are hundreds out there and I'm sure that the one time fee will not be much of a concern for you."
"We'll look into that," Brea says. Little does the doctor know my reading ability is still that of a childs. I can't comprehend bigger words when reading them. I still don't understand why some letter combinations make certain sounds.
"It will be okay Mrs. Kahline, the fact that you are worried about your skill level in order to raise this baby informs me that you will be a good mother. I have faith in you. You will do just fine."
I want to believe her, but I'm skeptical. I don't know the first thing about this baby, how is a book going to teach me everything I need to know?
The doctor pulls the disc out of the machine and hands it to Brea, who sticks it back in a case to protect it. She takes a wipe and cleans the gel off of my belly and allows me to pull down my shirt. She gives us more words of encouragement along with a prescription for pain medicine and instructions for Brea on making me eat. I don't want to get any bigger, there's no way this is all baby.
We stop back at the desk and Brea makes an appointment for another day before we leave. He pays for todays service and we head out the door, for home.
"I don't know what happened in there Adley, but if you're scared about raising this baby, you don't need to be. It will be okay, you'll do fine."
"Brea, I don't know how to feed a baby, or change a diaper, or do anything else. I don't know how to bathe them or what to do to help keep them alive. I don't know how to take care of something that is completely dependent."
"And you're not the only one, they teach you those things in the hospital after the baby is born. It's a short effective parenting class. I know you won't miss a thing. You'll have the best teachers, because they teach the same class all day several times a day. They help with delivery and they help take care of the babies. They know more than anybody how to best take care of them, better than one crazy stay at home mom with a fetish for teaching others how she thinks it should be done."
I sigh. I don't think Brea will ever know how much I stress about this baby. I don't think he knows all the things that it takes to raise a baby. This is a life that will be dependent on Brea and myself for the next twenty years.
I let it go, he better be right about these nurses. They better teach me everything that I need to know about raising this baby or I'll be angry. I will trust in him, begrudgingly. He better know what he is talking about.
We pull into the driveway after going to the doctor, Brea kisses me goodbye and he's on his way to work. He took off part of the day, but it's time for him to fulfill the rest of the day. I take out my copy of the house key and open the door, and start my day as well. Brea won't let me do much cleaning other than things that aren't too strenuous and that don't involve chemicals.
I get dinner ready, laying out meat to thaw and cutting the vegetables so I have less to do later. I peel some potatoes and throw them in water. I'll make mashed potatoes with lemon and garlic chicken and some sugar snap peas cooked in butter for a side. I watch TV for two hours while the meat thaws, and then start all my cooking. Brea will be home in an hour, I should have dinner ready by then if I get moving.
It's almost five thirty when Brea pulls in the driveway, perfect timing. I have the table set, the food warming in the over and a smile on my face. I'm happy, I'm happy he's home and that I won't be alone in this house for the next few hours. I'm thankful that I at least have someone who is willing to sleep next to me at night and provide for me like he does.
He opens the door and his lips connect with mine instantly. He overpowers me, dominates me. He kisses me deeply, his body hovering so close to mine and pushing into me, I back up, and he keeps up the closed space, causing me to keep on backing up until I bump into the counter in the kitchen. I steady my hands on it as he continues his assault on my lips.
He grabs my bottom and lifts me onto the counter, he never breaks the kiss once. He lifts my shirt up, not enough to come over my head just yet, but enough to reveal my huge stomach and a part of my growing breasts. He kneads my breasts as if they were dough in his hands, tediously, but just a little rough. It feels so good, and I let out a string of moans involuntarily. My panties are already soaked, just from the little contact that he has given me. I swear I've never been so horny in my entire life. I didn't even know the feeling could intensify so much.
Brea pulls my shirt off of my head, kissing my lips, then my neck, he makes his own path down my collarbone and my chest down to my breasts, where he clamps his lips onto my nipple and sucks gently. His fingers twist the other gently and the slightest touch sends me over the edge. I climax, yelling out at Brea, screaming his name as my body shakes and trembles. My walls clench, my muscles relax, I'm in complete ecstasy.
I collapse in his arms, the most intense orgasm I've had yet. Brea has held out on me for so long, I was beginning to think that he didn't want me anymore. I was beginning to think that he was seeing me more as a child than as an adult. Not only that, I thought he didn't want to touch me because of my enormous weight gain lately.
Brea looks at me like I'm a strange being, and I wonder what sort of sounds just came out of my mouth. His eyes look feral, his expression wild. It's not him, he's not himself at all. He's a wild animal, he's devouring his prey, me. His eyes are dark with desire, his breathing altered.
He looks at me for only a second before he gets a second wind, he pulls my body off the counter and my feet stand on the ground. He pulls off my lame excuse for pants and throws them on the floor, taking my panties with them. I stand in front of him, completely naked, he needs some undressing too.
I attempt to take his shirt off, but it doesn't work. My gut gets in the way, I can't raise my arms as high as I could when I was thin, it's a terrible time. Brea just smiles and throws his shirt off himself, unbuckles his belt as well and his pants hit the floor. There's nothing left but his boxers. I got this.
I run my finger along the elastic of his boxers, teasing him. It sends shivers up my spine when Brea grits his teeth, trying to hold back. Trying not to give in to his desire too soon.
With one flick I drop his boxers to the ground, I grab his member, it's so hard, yet so smooth. Silky smooth between my palm. How I've missed him, his lower half.
Brea runs his fingers through my hair, a silent plea for me to touch him more. I grasp him more firmly in my hand, I run my tongue along his head and he throws his head back in pleasure. I insert his tip into my mouth and circle my tongue. He looks down at me, running his fingers through my hair once more he silently commands me. I moisten my lips and sheath them over my teeth, taking as much of his length in as I can without gagging. I run his length in and out of my mouth, Brea looks down at me and I look up at him. We're fixed on each other.
Without a word, he pulls me to my feet. Telling me to stop. He doesn't need any more attention, he wants to get down to business. He takes my hand and leads me to our bed. Our bed that is uncomfortable and gives me constant back pain, but a bed no less.
He pushes me to sit on the bed and I do as I'm silently told. My eyes are transfixed on his body, I don't even notice when he bends down, hooks his arms underneath the bend in my knees and sends me backwards onto the mattress. He looks at me hungrily, licking my lower lips, sucking on my clitoris. It takes a matter of seconds before I'm unraveling again. I climax over and over, I can't breathe, my body doesn't stop trembling. I'm in overdrive and I can't make it stop. I'm so out of it, so far over the edge that I don't even notice that Brea has stopped. I don't notice until he slams his length into me, and I'm caught by complete surprise. I don't even have a minute to adjust to it before he starts to move. He pounds into me, over and over and over again. It rough, it's animalistic, a primal need that we both need filled. I can't take it, if I had stopped orgasming for even a second, Brea sends me further over the edge. I can't take it. My body is sweaty, my breathing is erratic, I can't stop the muscle spasms that happen continuously down below.
Brea stops and pulls himself out. He's panting, out of breath, but I know he isn't done. "Turn around," he says in a husky voice. "On all fours Adley."
I do as I'm told and turn on the bed, on my hands and knees like a dog. Brea stands at the edge of the bed, and lines himself up. He's the perfect height. He slides his length in again and I almost scream. I yell out Breas name, it feels so much bigger, so much longer. I can't handle it as Brea starts to move. I cry out, coming over and over again. Brea pounds into me so hard it hurts, I'm getting weaker and weaker.
Brea slams into me a few more times before releasing his load. Grabbing my hips and getting in as deep as he can as he comes. I feel his shaking hands, his breathing slow, for just a second, before he finishes and collapses on the bed beside me. I turn and lie on my back, exhausted. We lay there together, panting from our activities.
Brea looks over at me and smiles. I smile back, there are so many things I have to worry about, but in this moment I can't think of any. Brea, who causes these worries takes them away so easily, and so quickly. In this moment, I feel nothing but bliss.
If only it could stay like this forever.