#fatpreg

They thought she wouldn't come. The pharmaceutical company's lawyers had pushed to make her testify in person, figuring she wouldn't physically be able to show up, and they'd win the lawsuit by default. Five years ago she'd taken an experimental, unregulated fertility treatment, and now she was suing when it worked all too well. 260 weeks pregnant with sextuplets, she was unable to give birth either naturally or by c-section, and she was doomed to grow and grow until her body could no longer handle it.

Even though she had been bedbound for two years, and homebound for even longer, she knew her only hope of winning a settlement was to appear, so her partner and care team heaved her up onto an extra-wide rolling bed and rolled her into the court building.

Everyone turned to stare as the doors opened and her carers attempted to squeeze her through. The wide courtroom door was still too small for her massive body, and they struggled to maneuver her through. All they managed is to get her stuck, as her fat shelf of an ass and heaving belly each overhang the sides of her gurney and become lodged in the doorframe. She groans in extreme discomfort as her bloated body is squished and prodded as they try in vain to fit her through. Sweat drips down her face, smearing her makeup, and she gasps for breath, exhausted and overwhelmed just from the strain of being so massively, inhumanly pregnant.

Finding courtroom clothes to fit her sickeningly exaggerated body had been a nightmare, and the only option was ultimately to cram her into the largest, stretchiest pink dress they could find. It was technically 'modest' as it covered all the skin from her neck to her fat thighs, but it clung tightly to her fertile curves, leaving little to the imagination. They had crammed her massive tits into the largest nursing bra available to avoid her thick nipples being on permanent display, but her constantly engorged udders spilled out everywhere from the inadequate cups, and the tight fabric of her dress put every bulge on display. She'd been milked dry before they left, and she hoped that she wouldn't be here so long that she'd leak through her dress.

After several humiliating minutes her caretakers are able to squish enough of her cellulite through the door that her belly is able to be squeezed through. Gasps and murmurs fill the courtroom as everyone gawks at her, finally getting a good look at her hugely gravid form.

Her womb is a mammoth, misshapen lump, coming to a sickening point at her taut, herniated navel. The six toddlers inside her shift in their cramped space, making her moan in discomfort. Her hips, continuously widening for a birth that may never come, are buried under pounds and pounds of piled-on cellulite that strains her tight dress to the absolute limit. And the sheer size of her breathtaking bump pushes her tremendous cleavage up into her face. Every day for her is a battle to not be smothered by her own enormous body. The judge begins the proceedings. She tries her hardest to stay silent and not grunt or groan from the painful pressure and movement in her womb, but her choked noises frequently disturb the quiet courtroom.

which is to say.

setting where merpeople breed like rabbits

the whole "underwater" thing forced them to rely heavily on direct manpower, domestication, and later biotech, and so big families just never went out of fashion and remain vitally important

bigger families are also good for bigger pods tbat can patrol a bigger territory for food (and later, oversee and protect a bigger shoal of domestic or semi-domestic creatures)

And being fat is a sign of status, representing both the ability to afford leisure and less swimming, and someone who's likely had many children.

tfw your merman boyfriend (he can temporarily shift to a bipedal form) always making irresistable seafood and always talking you out of the gym to come see him instead... always pouts at you or laughs it off when you say you "only" ever planned on wanting four kids

says he respects that and won't do anything you don't want, but then steadily nudges you little by little, increasingly tempting and persuasive...

and every time he interacts with kids, he really is *so* great with them... it's so cute to watch...

maybe-

maybe just-

Before your know it, it only takes another four years for you to be up to seventeen kids and counting.

A little part of you wants to stop, wants to be normal again. You pretty much no longer belong in human society, you're now considered something of an outcast. Jokes about him turning you into his personal whale became a dime a dozen. You have a houseboat out at sea with him now. You thought all the chances to swim would finally give you a way to *sort of* head off the mounting baby weight, but you were totally wrong. He feeds and spoils you relentlessly, and his people have become almost *frightfully* good at boosting the ocean's biological carrying capacity by now.

He even let you *try* to "be normal" again, having relatives help him with the kids while you went back to land for a while and the kids just visited occassionally

But he only did it because he knew you couldn't resist.

You came back only three months later, crying, hungry, and needy. You got knocked up with five new additions that same night, and never bothered to try resisting after that.