It had been a couple hours since mom's feast, and I had just finished cleaning the house. The numerous deliverymen had come and gone and had left heaps of various meals that would undoubtably find their way into my mother's awaiting gut. I walked up the stairs and slowly opened her bedroom door. "Mom, the food's here..." I trailed off, taking in the view. The tv was tuned to a random cooking show, and the lights were dimmed low. Placed 10 feet away from the tv was a king size bed, the legs of it removed, most likely to the frame from breaking under its massive occupant.
And then there she was: propped up behind a mountain of pillows, she splayed out like royalty. Her enourmous gut laid in between her barrel like thighs, completely hiding her red lace panties from view. I had to search for the thin and stretched elastic sides of her underwear, but couldn't seem to find them. I assumed her chubby love handles had swallowed up the abused material and her monster ass had eaten up the back of her thong like candy. My eyes traced up past her heaving double belly and found their way to her bra-busting watermelons. The cups of her bra were looking even more strained than usual as they did their absolute best to contain her ripe breasts, almost double the size of her head. I could see the straps digging in a solid inch into her soft and chunky shoulders, slightly hidden by her brunette locks.
"Thank god, I'm famished," she replied huskily, her eyes glued to a pig that was being slow roasted on the cooking show. "Why don't we eat up here tonight? I'm just feeling so lazy." She said with a yawn. "Sure, no problem!" I said, unable to mask my enthusiasm, as I bolted to the door. "And something to drink!" I heard her shout as I made my way down the stairs.
It took 3 different trips to bring everything up to mom's room. As I went down for the last load, I walked up to the huge double fridge and clicked open to the door, finding it vacant of any drinks. "She must have cleared it out earlier" I said aloud. As I closed the doors to the fridge i remembered we had a wine cabinet in the dinning room. "Better than nothing" I thought to myself as I picked up two bottles of red, gathered the rest of the Chinese food and carefully balanced the goods like precious cargo up the stairs towards the bedroom.
Mom had already started to dig in, currently shoveling half a slice of meatlovers into her fat face. "Wine?" she questioned, while scarfing down the rest of the slice, immediately reaching for another. "All we had" I said casually while, placing the rest of the food, next to the meal mountain beside her. "Well your'e only 20 so none for you, baby" she said as she reached for the closest bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. "Wheew that's good" she exhaled, licking her slips sensually. "If I'm not careful, I might just finish the whole bottle. What are you doing still standing, come and take a seat before I eat this all my self!" she said with a low chuckle.
I walked over to the side of the bed and picked up a plate. Filling it with a respectable amount, I sat down in the small space on the bed her titanic body wasn't taking up.
After 15 minutes, the rest of the pizza had been devoured, and half of the wine bottle had found it's way into her stomach. "Pash the Chineshe hun" She mumbled with a mouth full of burrito.
With her other hand slipped in between her blubbery belly rolls, the other lifted the bottle to her lips. After chugging a quarter of the bottle she shoved the wine bottle in between her vast cleavage, securing it snuggly in her creamy fleshy pillows. "Check it out Jack, being a little chubby has its perks" She chuckled. Showing you her newest idea, she hefted and squeezed her tits for emphasis, the neck of the bottle almost completely hidden. All I could manage was a slow nod, trying to keep my jaw from falling into my lap, as I watched her drag the Chinese food closer to her.
For the next hour and a half I watched her grab tear, chomp, chew, swallow and glug everything she could get her chubby little hands on. She was eating and drinking like it was her last meal on earth, all the while making grunting sounds and moaning in hedonistic pleasure. Her thong had snapped off long ago due to the pressure of her constantly puffing tummy, slowly inching forward like rising dough. Whether she had failed to notice her wardrobe malfunction, or simply didn't care in her tipsy state, did not matter in the least. The only thing that mattered to her stuffing more delicious food into her overtaxed tummy.
After she had gulped down the rest of the second wine bottle, she released a thunderous belch, sending vibrations throughout her entire body, even shaking the vanity mirror across the room.
"Scuse me" She slurred, clearly a little more than tipsy at this point. As she shifted her bulk to the side she noticed my untouched plate.
Eyeing it greedily while licking her wine stained lips she huskily gasped "Ya gunna eat that shweetie?"
"I could probably get a way with something here," I thought to myself. Looking like she wasnt going to take no for an answer...
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