No, this simply will not do! I can't let one week-long foray into the past ruin my body for the rest of my life. I must go back in time and correct this mistake before the ring pops off my finger and I'm too fat to fix it.
"Hmmph... I have to go...", I gargle through a mouthful of whipped cream, as I stand-up gingerly and walk out of the room, my belly wobbling softly under my too-tight t-shirt. My erection reaches full mast as I gulp down the last of the whipped cream and let out a little burp of approval.
"Aren't you going to finish your lunch dear?", mom asks with a concerned voice, looking me up and down and noticing the bulge beneath my flabby belly. *Giggle* "You look like you were really enjoying it!". She brushes a hand lightly against my packet, which makes me shudder and quicken my pace. Once safely out of the room I pant to catch my breath, and then close my eyes and think back to the mid-nineties once again...
I hear the familiar sound of a school bell behind me, and know that I've made it to the right place - exactly where my first trip to the past had started. I start to run towards the school, and to my horror notice my jiggling belly and flabby moobs are still weighting me down. Drat! I suppose that I'll keep this body until I've fixed the past and made up for my mistakes.
It isn't long before I have jogged across town, slipped past security, and am standing in the busy school hallway, a few minutes later than my last visit, and much more out of breath. I look past the crowds and see my mom chatting with a friend in the distance, and start to make my way over to her, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow.
"Hey fatty, maybe try more running and less burgers!", a voice calls out from behind me, and I turn to see a large jock wearing a football jacket standing with a group of friends, all pointing and laughing. "Yeah, I know we're getting some new kids this year, but I didn't think they'd be so fat!", another guffaws, as a girl hanging-off his arm chips in "well maybe you shout be happy about that Tom - I'm sure I heard this guy panting behind me as I walked to school, I think he was checking me out...".
Tom did not take this accusation kindly, and before I can do anything he steps forwards and pushed me to the ground, where I land with a thud (though cushioned somewhat by my bulbous behind). The other boys start walking towards me menacingly, and I close my eyes in anticipation of a harsh beating.
"Stop being such jerks!", a girls voice rings out from beside me, and I crack an eye open to see my mom - or at least the younger version of her - crouching down next to me with an angry look on her face. "It's his first day, just leave him alone and go be pig-headed somewhere else".
"There's only one pig here!", one of the boy laughs, high-fiving Tom whose expression was still murderous, but after a few seconds of Mexican stand-off the group turns and moves away.
Once the crowds have dispersed mom couches closer and says sweetly, "are you okay... ummm... what's your name?".
"Jack", I bluster back, struggling to get up off the floor, which is still damp from a recent clean. My cheeks flush red with embarrassment.
"Nice to meet you Jack, I'm Lisa. Here let me help you...", mom says kindly, reaching down and placing a hand either side of my bulging muffin top, and taking hold. "Oh... ohhh", she whispers softly, her hands kneading my flabby flank, eyes widening and lips curling into a smile. I don't know what to do, so just sit there in shock as my younger mother fondles at my fat, placing a hand beneath my t-shirt and finding my deep belly-button. "Hmmmm, it feels... good...". I cough nervously, which snaps her out of her reverie and she groans as she helps to lift me up off the floor.
"Well, I'll see you around Jack", she says sheepishly as she avoids my gaze and looks down at the floor, before turning and hurrying away, her tight bottom wobbling softly underneath her summer dress.
"No wait!", I call after her, but she has already turned the corner and is out of sight. I start to panic - I have to go after her and convince her that fat isn't something to be fetishised before I cause even more harm to my future self, but before I can get very far I feel a hand grip tightly on my shoulder, and I am wheeled around to face the thunderous face of Tom.
"Think you can perv over my girl and get away with it do you?", he seeths, raising a fist ready to strike. I try to free myself, but it's not good. Grimacing, I close my eyes, and desperately think of my home in the future, wondering what this brief but eventful trip to the past could have rippled into the future...
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