a miraculously pregnant weight gain.

Chapter 5: my princess. (Discontinued sorry..)

Adriens POV:

When marinette told us she got pregnant, it was a dream come true. I'll finally get to be the father my father wasn't. Although some odd was happening to me I started to get fascinated by pregnant bellys I found them sexy. I wanted to see marinette bigger.I have never had anyone to watch consistently and here it was – my princess about to balloon before my eyes. And while I made sure she was really well fed, I couldn't let her do any sports.
Thanksgiving that year was especially entertaining. By feeding her incessantly, I effectively built marinette into an appetite machine. The larger she grew, the more hungry she got. When you heard her heavy footsteps, my cooking wasn't far away. Woo she is not the same girl she was a year ago. wonder how she's be back as ladybug. I spent three days preparing a Thanksgiving feast for us. She apparently didn't get the memo that no family was coming over, and prepared enough food for 12 people and it was just the four of us. Well, five if you count Marnettes belly.
While she was 8 and a half months pregnant at the time, but with her bonus padding she looked about ready to explode. Watching her struggle to get to the table was impressive and hot. Most nights, she would sit on a chair, spread her legs wide and slide up to the table so the table held her massive breasts. She always ask me to massage them. I still want her healthy she is my m'ladybug. It's us against the world.
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Trouble would strike about halfway through the meal, when marinettes back would start to hurt and she'd have to slide back into her chair and away from the table, using her belly as a table.
Thanksgiving started a lot like that. She waddled her way over to the table and sat down with a heavy sigh. The chair matched that sigh with a creak. I brought in a brunch fit for a princess like my princess obviously.– mounds of bacon and eggs and stacks of pancakes all for my bugaboo. I would sit next to her and just watch, slowly eating a pancake as she devoured the stack. Right on cue, her back started bothering her.
Marinette makes small whimpers.. and starts breathing hard.
"K-kitty could you move my plate onto my belly"
"Of course!"
"Thanks. It's been getting harder the more pregnant I get," she said with a laugh, jostling her stomach, breasts, and the precariously placed plate.
When she was done – three helpings later – I helped lift her up. This was a feat considering her enormous girth. Almost every time, she would try and pull back down her shirt but her belly almost always won that battle.
She waddled her way up to her room and sat down – hard – on the bed. I followed her and propped up some pillows for her. I  absentmindedly rubbed her big belly.
"Adrien I'm so sorry I did this to you. I probably ruined your life with this pregnancy. Now you'll never love me because I'm all fat and whale-like. I could never be Ladybug again. Marinette starts sobbing. he sighed. "There there m'lady I'll always love you even if you look like a whale." Marinette gasped.
She navigated adriens hands towards different areas of her globe of a belly, and I felt my son kicking bugaboo like crazy. This wasn't the first time he had done this, but I feel like it was his way to thank me for the food maybe..
"Adrien it's awesome, isn't it? He likes it when I eat but he also likes it when I move back here," she says, massaging her belly. Adrien helps in.
"Well, how would you like it if your house kept moving around on you," Adrien jokes off
"I guess, you're right. I just wish he wouldn't kick so much after a full meal. As is, I can barely fit into anything because of him. The least he could do is -ow stop kicking me."
I looked at her as I kept massaged her massive bump. "You know, Princess. You look real tired, do you want me to bring you thanksgiving dinner?"
"Awe, that would be lovely of you adrien! After all, I don't think I will be able to move much."
"Okay, see you in a few hours"
It was then that I devised my plan:
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When the clock struck 5 I made my move and made a tray of all the fixings – mashed potatoes, gravy, half a turkey, peas, fried chicken, and corn. Times two. The tray itself weighed about 15 pounds – as much as two newborn babies.
"Here m'lady, a feast for my ladybug mother."
"Oh my, wow," she said as I set down the tray on the table next to her. She placed a large plate on her massive belly and began devouring food.
She hadn't changed since breakfast, and by the time she was done with Round one of thanksgiving her shirt began riding up. By round two it rode even further. At round three, I heard a distinct rip in her hoodie.
"Oh wow, I guess I've been eating well. But I am thoroughly stuffed," Marinette said, rubbing her belly.
"Did you save room for some dessert? I got your favorite – Chocolate cheesecake!" I say, handing her a plate and a fork.
"Well don't mind if I do," she said, charging into it.
After I removed the plates and damages, I returned to her side. She grunted and looked at me.
"Oh kitty he's been laying on my bladder again and I really have to pee. But, I can't get up,"
"Marinette. I can help you out. I got you in this mess I'm your child's father! Also You've grown a little bit there princess." Adrien chuckles.
"No I have not," she protested, but her belly was undeniable.
I offered my arm and pulled her up. She came up with such a start we nearly both fell. I grabbed the sides of her exposed stomach and wobbled a bit.
"Woah, okay you weren't kidding. I feel like I gained 15 pounds," she said, giggling. Everything, and I mean everything jostled. "Welp, here goes nothing," she said, heaving forward.
I watched as she waddled toward the bathroom. Her footsteps were significantly heavier, her waddle more pronounced. And still some time to go.
"Thanks Adrien" marinette pecks his
cheek.
"Adrien blushes hardcore."
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Marinettes pov:
I can't tell you if I woke up Christmas morning by Adrien poking my belly or the stirring it caused within. But I know when I opened my eyes, That dumb cat was standing there with a plateful of bacon and pancakes.
"Good morning sleepyhead, it's Christmas!"
I groaned as I attempted to get myself up. Which was hard. I gained 80 pounds so far this pregnancy and Christmas day marked 42 weeks pregnant. I was, for all intents and purposes a whale. And I really had to pee. But I couldn't get up without
Adriens help.
After the long trek to the bathroom, I admired myself in the mirror. Pregnancy had done a number on my once petite frame, enlarging every bit of me. But I knew it was worth it for the little one – well, not so little one at this point – to arrive soon. My massive maternity pajama top made it to my belly button before giving up, and my pants had to be squarely under my belly. I may have been huge, but it was worth it.
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Adriens POV
I'll never forget Christmas that year. Pulling marinette out of bed became more and more challenging. When she hit the 5 month mark I started hitting the gym to strengthen up my back, and I'm very glad I had. I decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed Christmas morning. She was 2 weeks overdue and massive – and frankly I wanted to keep her that way. So I cooked up some bacon, and a number of other goodies to bring to her.
When I opened the door to her room, I found her there, snoring loudly and sleep rubbing her belly. She took up most of her queen sized bed at this point. While yes, she had a baby in her, she also was packing on the pounds in all the right places. With no real safe place to wake her up, I decided to poke at her belly a bit and let my unborn son do the rest.
"Good morning sleepyhead, it's Christmas!"
I wrestled her out of bed for her morning restroom run. At this point she looked ready to pop with triplets. Her waddle was paced and heavy, and she held on to her belly with every step. When she returned from the bathroom, I guided her back to her bed. She didn't do much moving these days except to go to the bathroom. After Thanksgiving she began asking me to bring her meals to her as to minimize stress on her back.
From what I understand the doctor said she was perfectly healthy, she just had a stubborn big baby boy in her surrounded by a little too much fluid and a decent bit of fat. Due to her new size the doctor told her to take it easy and avoid back strain.
I happily obliged. I made a glorious feast for breakfast Christmas day: three stacks of fluffy pancakes, half a pig's worth of bacon and an omelete made with 4 eggs. Top it off with some orange juice and she was set until the next feeding time.
M'lady used her gargantuan belly to balance the tray with everything on it. It made for an impressive and useful shelf. I would occasionally catch her carrying drinks between her boobs and on top of her belly. The only thing that interrupted it was the occasional kick from within, but with very little room that didn't happen often.
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