You and your mom were sitting together on the couch and you were leaning on her massive rolls. You two were relaxing on the weekend watching a show on Netflix of your mom's choosing, it was called "Queen's Gambit" if you recall correctly.
"Isn't she so talented sweetie? if only I knew how to play chess like that, I'd teach you!" You looked up and on top of all this girth stood tall a caring and round face on top of a ring of fat where her neck was at some point.
You said "I-I don't know mama. There is a chess club at school but I-I don't even know how to play. They'll eat me alive."
"I won't let that happen! Tell you what sweetie, I'll learn how to play and I'll teach you! You know you have nothing to fear with me, right?"
"I know mama." You snuggle back onto her soft side. You tried to lean further into her but your hip stops at the arm rest.
You knew your mom took up 2 thirds of the big 3-sitter after all, so you're not remotely phased. What you didn't know is that as you had gotten older your mom had deliberately gained weight so you could always be her "little one".
Her smile faded away though, her weight had plateaued as of recently you were growing so fast in her eyes. It pained her and filled her heart with dread each week when she measured your height and each week the mark was just a little higher than the last one.
Of course, she knew that the fatter she grew, the less physically able she became and she wanted to always be there for her "little one".
She knew she needed to do something to always be your "big mama."
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