“Hi Mo—oh my God”
Stacy’s eyes went wide as her mother greeted her belly-first that Summer, arms spread wide and her belly splayed out for everyone and their neighbor to see. She had barely recognized the inches of belly fat that had answered the door from underneath a sweater, belly button smiling pleasantly at her as her mother’s girth poured over the waist of her bottoms.
“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to recognize me!”
Her mother took a few steps back into the doorway so that Stacy could truly take in the transformation that had taken place. No longer was she the picture-perfect healthy mother that she’d always known her to be—Stacy’s mom had gotten huge!
“What do you think?” her mother smiled with chubby cheeks, hands resting pleasantly on her stomach as it distended outwards, “Am I a whale or what?!”
As Stacy stepped inside and was smothered by her mother’s ample flesh, swaddling her in her meaty arms and pulled tight into her meaty gut, she could barely manage a response. This short, round woman who claimed to be her mother… and almost looked like her mother, if she’d been locked in a bakery since her daughter had left for college…was the real deal! As much as Stacy had prepared herself for the inevitability of her returning to a much fatter mom than when she’d left, she never anticipated the actual… well, reality of it.
“Jesus Christ, mom…” Stacy said with no small amount of wonder as she placed her hand on the protruding dome that was her mother’s stomach, “You’re… huge.”
“I know~” her voice was of the same sort one might reserve for talking about a new baby, or a new pet, “I’ll bet you never thought your old mom would ever let herself go like this!”
Stella looked down at her own fleshy form with a hungry look in her eyes. Sinking deeper into her face as she’d gotten larger, her bright baby blues looked almost beady compared to the rest of her. She arched her back and ran a hand up and down the drastic slope of her stomach as it sagged out from underneath her flowy Summer top. As Stacy palmed it like a beachball—a beachball, she could barely even!—Stella purred contentedly in her corpulence. She’d specifically chosen to answer the door today in hopes of a response just like this one. She got to watch herself grow every day, slowly but surely, in front of the mirror every morning noon and night. Meeting someone who hadn’t seen her for months—like her poor, unsuspecting daughter—put things in a whole new perspective.
To watch her daughter’s eyes nearly pop out of her head as she took in the sight that her mother was now this… this.
It was how she knew she’d come so far.
“Hey Stel—is that Stacy?” her husband’s voice came from the kitchen, “Tell her lunch is ready!”
“I can hear you just fine, Stewart!” Stacy hollered into the house, “Honestly, mom, are you sure that… you’re…"
“I’m fine, baby.” She purred, “In fact I’m… well, I’m a lot more than fine.”
Stella lifted up her belly with both hands and gave it a shake—seemingly for emphasis, but Stacy wasn’t quite sure that it wasn’t for her own enjoyment. Watching her pale blubber bounce wasn’t as nauseating as it ought to have been.
“I’m living my best life.” She said with that same greedy smile, “…kids still say that, right?”
“I might never say it again, but sure.” Stacy clicked her tongue, “I’m just… you know, I’m worried about you. Gaining so much weight, and…”
“I understand that you’re worried, but…” Stella defaulted to running her hands along the curvature of her belly, her armfat pressing against her breast as it ran off the side of her doming gut, “I’m so glad that I’ve finally decided to do this. You’ve got to believe me—nothing in this life has ever made me happier.”
There was an awkward pause between the mother daughter pair.
“E-Except you, of course.” Stella quickly corrected, “A-And maybe meeting your father. Somewhere in there is definitely meeting Stewart.”
“Oh Mom…” Stacy sighed deeply, “As long as you’re happy—”
“So happy, hun.”
“As long as you’re happy… I’m happy too.” Stacy did her best to put on a happy face in light of the awkward conversation that had taken place, “I mean, it’s just a few pounds. And you look good!”
“Really?”
“Yeah! I mean… you know…” Stacy paused and smiled, slugging her mother awkwardly in the speedbag upperarm, “For a fatass.”
And there was a look that flashed across her mother’s face that was equal parts appreciation and compassion for her daughter’s compliment. No way had that been easy for Stacy (and both of them knew it) but the fact that she tried was what made all the difference.
“Now come on.” Stacy poked her mother in the belly, “Let’s get you some lunch.”
Stacy watched her mother’s eyes light up at the word ‘lunch’. Her nostrils flared and a small, hungry noise somewhere between a grumble and a moan rumbled from somewhere down within that monstrous belly of hers. Drumming her fingers along her exposed stomach, she looked like the cat who ate the canary. Her round face bunched into a contented, greedy smile. Stella walked briskly as she made a swift turn towards the kitchen, giving her daughter a good view of the back end of her. She’d been poured tight into a pair of gray leggings, each cheek swollen and blobbing out to either side as she hurried ahead of her daughter towards the kitchen.
Surely she couldn’t keep getting fatter, right? This whole “Fat Mom” thing was going to peter out and she’d stabilize at a normal, if high, weight.
Placating herself, Stacy tried to subdue the feeling deep in the pit of her gut.
This had to end sometime… right?
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