It wasn't easy for Haley to stay skinny once she moved back home.
Truthfully, the five pounds or so that she had picked up were more of a consequence of not being able to walk anywhere that she wanted, rather than any indulgence on her part. She and her roommates had been able to walk to a couple of really nice hole-in-the-walls in Charleston, and there had been a convenience store not too terribly far from where she used to live. Now that she could drive her mom's car around, there wasn't a lot of room for that extra exercise that she had gotten used to.
But keeping her appetite in check was thankfully something that she was able to do. Because if it were up to her mama, Haley would have been eating nonstop. When did she find the time to make all of this food? And more importantly, how was she able to eat most of it without like, popping or something?
No wonder her mama got so dang fat while she was away.
"Oooh this'll be yummy..." Mrs. West's voice was low and husky as her fat butt swayed excitedly behind her, like a curious cat rubbing against its favorite obsession, "Mmm... I have a recipe I've been meaning to try out..."
Mrs. West's ass eclipsed the fridge opening. That wasn't an understatement—Haley's mom was so big around the bottom that her saddlebags jutted over either side of the fridge opening. The thick rolls of butt blubber that had formed under her cheeks, a hefty underbutt, were clearly visible beneath the tightest pair of gray sweatpants that Haley had ever seen. Ones that she could have sworn weren't quite so tight when she had moved in just a few months prior.
"Mmm... oooh I need to go to the store and get some... mmm... some more of those frozen pies..." Mrs. West purred greedily to herself, "Mama likes her some frozen pies..."
"Ahem."
"Haley!"
To see that much woman jump up in shock was downright impressive. Mrs. West's feet actually left the ground as she whipped around, knocking her ass against the side of the fridge. Her stomach was still softly sloshing from side to side by the time she had fully turned, her ass half-pressed against the inside of the fridge door and against the still-closed freezer. She placed on hand over her engorged left tit, her fat face bright pink in embarassment.
"You scared me!"
"I've been behind you for like two minutes." Haley couldn't help but laugh a little at the display, "I walked in and said 'hey mama'."
"Well I didn't hear you!" Mrs. West's cheeks and jowls quivered as she sputtered defensively, "D-Do you need something from the fridge, honey? Don't let me stop you, I-I-I—"
"I just wanted a yogurt mama, relax." Haley snorted, "Scooch over."
Mrs. West shuffled over in shame, her face still hot and her breathing still labored and her heart still beating like a snare drum in marching band. Haley reached into the door, broke off a little Chobani cup, and closed the door behind her before she fetched a spoon. By the time that she'd reached the kitchen table and sat down (her mama had always been a stickler about eating anywhere that wasn't the kitchen, or sometimes the living room) there wasn't much more that Mrs. West could do other than just stand there awkwardly.
"I'm done, mama, you can have the fridge back if you want." Haley said, nonplussed
"Oh! Uh, I... I didn't see anything I wanted." Mrs. West admitted sheepishly, "I'll, uh... come back to it later."
"...when more food has magically appeared?" Haley curled an eyebrow upwards, "Seriously, I'm done. No more food for me."
"No, I think I'll... wait." Mrs. West toddled over to the dinner table and pulled out a seat, "You know, I... I really shouldn't be snacking before dinner anyway."
It literally hasn't stopped you before...
"Come on, you're acting like I walked in on you changing." Haley chuckled, "It's okay."
"Well... alright." the prodigious pear cleared her throat, "I, um..."
"You're acting so weird about this, mama—so I caught you talking to yourself! I do it all the time!"
"I'm embarassed!" Mrs. West whined like a girl her daughter's age, "I say silly things to myself sometimes, you shouldn't hear about how much your mama likes pie!"
"Mama, I know how much you like pie." Haley said deadpan, resisting the urge to add an "obviously" to the end of that statement.
"Well... well..." Mrs. West's nervous habit of drumming her tummy when she was upset was something that Haley had gotten used to, to the point where it wasn't that odd anymore, "Okay. I think I'll have... one of your yogurt thingies. Is that okay?"
"You bought 'em." Haley shrugged, "They're pretty good!"
Haley's mama's chair scraped against the linoleum as she oofed her way to a standing position. The big-bottomed blonde had to rock to get to her feet these days. Given her huge hips and heavy cheeks, not to mention that gut that lead every step, that was hardly surprising. But as she stared longingly into the fridge, she almost seemed to... settle for the yogurt. Haley could see her looking at the top shelf, where they kept the sweets.
"Mama, you can have—"
"No, no, I'll... snack healthy." she said it after a pause that was a fraction of a second too long, "I could learn a thing or two from you, Haley."
"I'm an unemployed college student who lives with her mom."
"Who makes very good decisions sometimes." Mrs. West added sagely with a chin-creasing nod as she ripped off the top of the Chobani cup, "But, um... is this really all you eat for a snack?"
"...you can have two?"
"I think I'm gonna have to have two."
Another big oof. Another view of her big fat mom's big fat butt as she pressed herself against the fridge. Another glimpse of her arms wobbling as she reached for another yogurt. Another little disappointed look as she avoided the sweets shelf.
"Okay. Two yogurts." Mrs. West said with a noticeable frown, "That should be enough."
More than enough for me, but you do you.
It was so hard for Haley to believe that the woman sitting at the table with her had ever been anything less than the three hundred and fifty-pound porker that had waddled into the kitchen to ogle the inside of the fridge. She was absolutely obsessed with eating lately—when had that happened? If her mama wasn't careful, she'd wind up big as a house.
And with the way she cooked, she might just wind up taking Haley with her one day.
"Hmm... are you sure two is enough Haley? I'm still kind of peck—"
"Mama, if you want the slice of cheesecake, don't let me stop you from—"
"Okay okay if you insist."
But something told Haley that she didn't have to worry about leftovers being that much of a temptation in this household.
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