It had been a little under three hours before mom called me. During that time, I managed to deal with my standing soldier in a fantasy that I would say would get me put in a mental hospital. Entering my mother's room, I noticed her sprawled out on the mattress, a dazed smile on her face. Her large form seemed even bigger when sprawled out. Her belly a mountain of flesh and covering her thighs. I had to clench my thighs in order to not get hard again. God, just looking at her like this made me diamonds! It was then that I noticed something off. For some odd reason, the room had a funny smell that I've never smelled before. Like a combination of sweetness and mustiness.
"Jack, be a dear and help your mother up again." She extended her arms towards me.
I obliged, and unlike last time with the couch, managed to rock her jiggly body enough where she could stand. Knowing this, I grew a smile on my face.
"You know mom, maybe you should stay in bed. I don't know if I can always be here to help you get up."
My mother blushed and smiled at me.
"Jack, I understand. However, you don't need to worry. Honestly, I've been thinking of just moving to the couch just to avoid all the trouble. However, the reason I had to get up was to put something away."
"What did you need to put away? I could get it for you if-"
"No! I mean, uh, no. It's fine sweetie, I've just been feeling so useless lately. However," she rubbed her belly with a smile, "I'm just thinking of what happens if I get too big!" She let out an adorable giggle.
Don't fantasize. Don't fantasize. Don't fantasize! I was internally squealing while doing my best to remain calm and neutral. Feeling the ring, I hoped this wouldn't have any negative repercussions.
"I wouldn't worry about that mom. I mean, I doubt you'd ever get too big for me to handle you." I said. "Besides," I placed my hand on her belly, relishing how soft her velvety rolls felt, "I don't think I could imagine you ever stopping."
I immediately noticed her body-tone shift. With her biting her lip, and her face turning red, she responded, "R-really?"
"Of course!" I said. "Hell, even if you were 800 lbs I would still love you!" I leaned in and hugged her, being extra careful to bend my body so she wouldn't feel or notice my arising erection.
Her shoulders tensed up as she seemed to freeze. I could feel her breath getting heavier, as if she had been walking.
"W-well s-weetie, I'll keep that in mind. But I-" she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Oh! The food! Would you go get that Jack? I'll move onto the couch if you go do that."
I obliged as I walked towards the door. I didn't notice my mother lifting up her flabby belly and pulling something out from its wobbling, soft depths.
After setting up everything on the large coffee table, I sat in a chair adjacent to mom as she began to dig in. I was finding it hard to eat my own food as I was mesmerized by her gusto. Tacos, burritos, lo mien, chicken; nothing could stand up to her tremendous hunger. An idea came to my mind. One that was so perverted, so crazy, that I wondered if it would even work. But hey, if the ring could send me back in time, maybe it could do this. I imagined the pounds piling onto her. And just like that, I watched her body expand as she ate. She either didn't seem to notice or didn't care as her thighs appeared to grow wider apart. Her belly had gotten bigger as well, originally possessing only two rolls, but now looking as if it was growing a small third. Her breast were really straining against the fabric prison that contained them. The flesh spilling over the tops of the seams. Her neck was disappearing before my eyes. When she finally finished eating, she leaned back moaning as she rubbed her engorged belly.
"Ooooooooh~ Your mother hasn't felt like this in a long time." She giggled and slapped her belly, causing it to jiggle.
It probably would have done more if it wasn't so filled.
"Jack. Your mo- I, need to ask you something." She said.
"What is it mom? Do you want me to order more? I could go an-"
"No. It's, it's not that." She began biting her lip again as she looked away.
What was it did she want to ask?
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