Family Curse

Twenty-fifth birthday

The day little Allison was born was the happiest day of my life. Never before I truly understood what unconditional love really meant. That's why the following months were so frustrating for me. I was too big. I couldn't even take care of myself, relying on Brian's help with pretty much everything, so how could I take care of the helpless little baby? I couldn't even feed her by myself, my nipples got out of my reach a long time ago... Often I worried I would become just the 'big milk thing' for her, instead of being her mother. It came as a big relief for me when we realized that Allison was happy only when she was confided to the safety of my warm and soft cleavage rather than to her cradle.

Allison was one hungry baby, after all she was her mother's daughter, spending a lot of time in Brian's arms latched to my nipple. Fortunately my breast weren't all fat, producing more than enough milk for dozens of hungry b**s. She was growing so fast, only four months old and she was already our 25 pounds of love. It was lovely to see her sleeping contently between my breasts with a smile spread across her chubby cheeks. It couldn't diminish the growing nervousness I felt. Tomorrow was my big day. The day of my 25th birthday and I was terrified. Already immobilized by my size I couldn't imagine how much bigger I could possibly get. Kelly weighed a little over a ton and I right now was more than ten times the size she was when the curse hit her. Even more frightening for me was the thought about how hungry I could get. I recalled just how hungry I was during my pregnancy and... I rather pushed the thought out of mind again. There's no way I could get that hungry again! I thought, calming myself a little. If only I knew how wrong I was...

I... cannot find the words to describe what I was feeling when I woke up the next morning. The 'I was more hungry than ever before' while certainly true just doesn't do it justice. There was... a void inside my stomach. Absolute emptiness. It felt like space between stars. Heck, it felt as if I could swallow the Moon and still feel just as empty. I trembled uncontrollably, causing my breasts wobble like the waves in the ocean. And I started crying. It wasn't a proud moment of my life, grownup woman crying like a baby for someone to feed her. It turned out that Brian was better prepared than I ever could be. That amazing man spent the last year, since he found out about my condition, preparing for this moment. He knew it would be impossible for me to eat as fast as my body would require and so he made sure I didn't have to. He gently attached a tube to my mouth. At first I felt awkward, like I was a livestock meant for fattening. Those feeling subsided once the food started coming in at such a pace I could barely gulp it down. This was how I spend the most of my days, the constant stream of food only rarely stopping. Even so I hardly ever felt satisfied...