I was meant to be getting dressed up fancy for dinner but I was struggling. I got the shirt buttoned up past my mantits with not too much hassle (they were only new) but I had ground to a halt as soon as I got to the motherlode; my gut. And what a gut! Once I had given up on the shirt I decided to give my gut a fondle. Since the wish I had invested a good 100 lbs of lard into myself and it was bliss. Any hour of the day I could have a gullet full of chocolate.
I stopped fondling and decided to tend to my other greatest desire, my mother. She too was getting dressed for dinner and if I was quick I could catch her in the flesh. God damn. I rushed in and acted surprised when I found her bra-less. I apologised but I was very very happy. My Mom, honestly, was my idol. You see in the time I'd packed on a lazy 100 lbs, my mother had luxuriously spoilt herself with a good 300 lbs. Looking at her thick, cellulite draped figure, that was my goal. That was where I wanted to end up; fleshy, insanely wide, constantly jiggling, heavy breathing, always ready for and delighted by food... she was a queen.
Awkwardly I stood in the doorway, leering at my newly obese mother, wondering where to go now.
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