Now a group of mothers joined as well.
All of them had gained a healthy amount of fat through their old years as all their time had been spend on cleaning dishes, being pregnant and making sure their children had lunch and were ready for school, making them gain pound after pound as they didn’t have any time for workout.
But now that most of their children were out of the house, they arrived in droves at the feminist gym, wearing their old, pink workout onesies, headbands and black tights as they gossiped and giggled among each other.
They were all fitting the mom stereotype; short but chubby with shoulder length hair and large breasts who had swollen nice and big during their many pregnancies, that fact showed on their big birth-wide hips too, the happy, mature body of a woman.
The feminist fed them the same kind of protein drinks that they had given to the previous girls, and slowly day by day the same changes began to take place on the mothers, however slightly different growth happened than last time.
The short, chubby mothers began sweating their buttcracks wet as they gave all energy they had in their workout.
The entire gym was filled with panting, weightlifting and bench pressing mothers with their out-of-shape bodies that begged them to stop, but the mothers were stubborn and forced their bodies to grow into shape.
Each day that the mothers went out of the gym, gossiping and jabbering with each other, their clothing were a bit tighter than before. Their husbands noticed as they washed the dishes or cooked food that their arms had become slightly more muscular, and her legs had thicken up with muscles which was clear to see when they left the shower.
Their wives inspected themselves more time in the bedroom mirror when they put on their clothes in the morning, trying on different panties and bras while their husbands were slowly waking up, “My clothes are so… out of place, they don’t fit me quite right anymore. Just look here, my areolas are poking out of my best bra, and my poor panties can barely reach all around my groin, just look at that pouch, it can't cover my pubic hair!” And it got worse and worse each day passing, shrinking clothes that could no longer contain their wives.
So then many of them went out shopping for new clothes, a thing they loved to do, and would come to do more of as their mature bodies kept developing.
Then their height seemed to increase as well.
It came as a shock to many husbands when their wives greeted them at their door and now where chin height with them, and each day it kept increasing. All that soft, motherly flesh was bulging upwards, widening and expanding, and their wives seemed happier than ever.
Once in a while, seams would burst open as they were bending down to vacuum clean or put laundry in the washing machine, making surprised squeals by the bursting sound and feel their skin poke out of their clothing, then quickly laugh with delight as they massaged their growing flesh.
Their appetites had grown mightily as well, cleaning plates after plates of food as the entire family watched their hulk mother’s belly poke out more and more like the rest of her limbs. If it was for the glasses or jewelry she wore they wouldn’t really recognize that, that wide-assed, plump-breasted woman with arms that could lift a closet would be their mother.
They wives soon surpassed their husbands heights, and kept surging upwards while their muscles bulged out more and more, getting bigger, stronger and happier.
Their aprons didn’t fit them anymore either as these gentle, burly giants did their motherly chores around a house that kept on getting smaller and smaller to them. Family members would feel intimidated and slightly scared when this big, smiling mother entered their room, the smell of their perfume and body odor instantly filling the room.
Children look up at their looming mother, who with a booming, gentle voiced commanded them to clean their room or do their homework, which they did without complain. And when the children have had a bad day at school or gotten hurt, they had plenty of mother to cuddle into, burrowing their crying faces into their soft boobs and squishy stomachs, soaking their clothes with their sobbing as they felt the warm of their mother's protective, breathing body, and their caring mothers caressing and holding them with her strong, big arms, pressing them closer into her. Feeling their small children in their grasp, made the mothers start to lactate, as their bodies confused the size of their children with babies, and therefore began producing milk which made their breasts swell even more.
Soon shopping malls and grocery stores were filled with chunky, plump hipped, muscular soccer moms wearing their funky necklaces, pearls ear rings and triangle glasses, standing two head taller than the average customer, walking around smiling and reading the food descriptions while wearing stretched, home-knitted sweaters, that didn’t cover their massive, motherly potbellies, showing everyone how their big bellybuttons were getting swallowed up by their bulging, blobs of stomach fat, and how a nice patch of pubic hair was reaching up to it from their tight, squeaking pants. It was mainly because their giant, swinging racks were taking up much of the sweaters fabric. Much material was needed to stretch around those giant, milk-heavy boulders now, and only a giant, black bra held the boobs back from thrashing around more than they already did.
All bystanders marveled at these amazon moms, as they strolled around with their shopping carts. The clicking of their tight high heels were loud with their extra weight, their thunder thighs kneaded against each other with each step they took, looking around for their daily groceries they needed to buy with exposed bellies that looked like it had experienced five pregnancies. But despite all that fat they had gained as old moms, beneath the fat were muscles, it show in the broadness of the mothers, especially in their upper bodies, their backs were bulging with strength and their arms were thick and strong, making them look similar to ogres, but mature and motherly.
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