As the door creaks open I jump, and turn as if to rush back to bed to hide under the covers, but unfortunately my slow and heavy body doesn't move as quickly as it used to, and I'm barely half way across the room by the time mother starts walking in. I freeze, unsure whether she'll simply scream and run away at my bloated naked body, or continue coming in - I'm not sure which one is worse!
The first thing through the door is a large breakfast tray, full to the brim with pastries, sausages, bacon, and eggs of every variety - though mostly fried. After this follows the bulge of a fat lower belly, jutting out a good few inches ahead of the rest of her body. It is tear-drop shaped, like water-balloon being held from the top, and jiggles softly with every step.
After the belly, which having entered the room is even larger than it has first seemed, comes the rest of my mother. Still 5'7" with a shock of light brown hair and a pretty face - but the rest of her has changed almost beyond recognition.
Mom is fat. Not a little fat, like she's carrying baby weight or stopped going to the gym for a few months, but covered in heavy, soft, weighty blubber, like someone that has been growing steadily larger since a young age. Her chunky bottom flares out beneath the skirt she is wearing, which is pinched in uncomfortably at the hips and looks at least a couple of sizes too small. Her legs are thick and cratered like mine, and rub all the way down to her chubby knees, which likely haven't seen a treadmill in quite some time. Her breasts about the same size as mine based on a casual glance, though being a woman I suppose hers are more socially acceptable.
She's still a stunner, no doubt, though she's lost that 'milf' vibe that I've always known and loved, to be replaced by a more homely, motherly look in-keeping with her added poundage. The floorboards creak under her weight as she walks into the room, and her body jiggles in tandem with the scrambled eggs perched on the highest plate of her food tray.
"What's got you so surprised this morning?", mom says cheerily as she walks past me towards my bed. As she bends over to lay down the tray I see that her too-tight skirt has hoiked so far up her body that her arse is revealed underneath - she's going commando today it seems. The sight of mom's bare, gelatinous bottom is embarrassing at first, so I avert my gaze quickly and blush a deep crimson. I can't help but look back for a sneaky peek though, mesmerized by its sheer size and the way it wobbles gently as she fusses with the tray...
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
