I closed myself and wished that every pound I gained would go straight onto my Mother's well kept figure.
And so I started my daily gorges. Mom seemed to disapprove but as long as I had the ring she couldn't stop me. And then the gaining started, first a couple of pounds here, and then an outgrown, and soon when she walked past me during one of my many lunches I could see how fat her ass was getting. She couldn't figure out what was wrong, she exercised and made her diet stricter and stricter. And yet, her flat belly became started to poke out a little, then a lot, and in only a couple of weeks she looked like she was at the beginning of another pregnancy.
"Oh God!" she rubber her belly in her outgrown bikini as I watched her from over a hal-eaten mudcake, "How long could this go on? How much am I going to gain?"
She had a valid point, how long would I let this go for?
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