When Harper was her youngest daughter's age, (actually about a year or so younger!) she had been pregnant. She remembered being eighteen, feeling like a bloated mess as she waddled down the hallway of her baby daddy's mama's house, feeling like she was going to pop out of her clothes at any given second. Even before her hormones had gotten fucked up, she had still clocked in at almost two hundred pounds before she'd finally popped Parker out in the hospital, and it wasn't until she had turned twenty until she'd really lost all of the weight. And then, of course, she'd gotten pregnant with Piper not long after being able to squeeze into her favorite pair of pre-baby jeans.
Piper, not being pregnant, had no such excuse as to why she clocked in at more than sixty pounds heavier than her mama had been when she was nineteen. Harper's youngest had grown up and out into a chesty chunker at more than two hundred and forty pounds. She'd always been kind of heavy, but Harper had really hoped for Piper's sake that it had just been a phase.
The fact that she was halfway through a dozen donuts for breakfast was testament enough that Piper's weight problem was definitely not just a phase.
"I nabbed you some jellies this time." Piper smacked her lips and suckled on her glaze-covered thumb as she pointed with her free hand to the box of D's Donuts left temptingly for her on the counter, "Don't worry, I made sure that Parker didn't see me bring them in."
In these moments of clarity, when Harper was especially upset about her own weight, it often translated into concern over her daughters'; blowing up into various reasons why, in that moment, she felt as though she had failed as a mother.
Raising a mini-Harper, who didn't see anything wrong with shotgunning her way through a dozen donuts for breakfast, was at the top of the list.
"Piper, hun, you shouldn't..." Harper was out of breath, "You shouldn't eat so much first thing in the morning."
"Ha!" Piper snorted, "Yeah, okay mom."
"I'm... I'm serious!" Harper raised her voice an octave as her concern went unheeded with another sugary, calorie-laden bite, "If you're not careful, you're gonna wind up just like your mama. Old and fat."
"Pff." Piper rolled her dark eyes, "You're not that old, ma."
Harper couldn't help but notice that Piper didn't even try to bullshit her about being fat. She must not have wanted anything in that moment. But the minute Piper tried to tell her that she had lost weight, Harper would make sure to remember this moment in particular...
Oh, the donuts looked so good. And they looked like they were all jelly-filled. Her favorite!
Harper's heavy footsteps made the floor joists beneath the linoleum squeak quietly as she toddled into the kitchen. Her ample ass fat brushed against the back of Piper's head as she managed to wriggle her way through the space left between the fridge and her daughter's chair. Grumbling tummy leading the way, Harper wriggled her fingers as she popped the pink lid off of the cardboard box...
I said after breakfast I'd diet... this can just be breakfast!
Harper's eyes fluttered at the first orgasmic bite. Nobody did donuts like D, and it had been copious amounts of D's Donuts that had helped plump her up in the first place. Leave it to the child who made her crave them incessantly while she was pregnant to keep bringing them into the house when she really needed to start losing some weight...
"Jeez, ma, they're not going anywhere." Piper scoffed (a bit hypocritically) as she shoved the last bit of her half-eaten donut into her mouth, "You want some of mine? I'm not gonna be able to eat 'em all anyway."
Thank God for that.
Harper's eating habits had influenced Piper's since she was just a baby. She had probably been the only two year old who could place her McDonalds order by heart. Growing up with a fat mom who liked the same junk she fed her kids meant that Piper had pretty much always eaten like shit, whereas Parker at least had a few years of a more balanced diet. And the more that Harper stayed at home, the more that Piper seemed to take after her growing up. Was it really all that shocking that she had turned into such a little porker?
"Um..." despite her misgivings, Harper found herself biting her bottom lip contemplatively—compelled by the same habits she denounced, "I... don't see why not..."
"UURP." Piper shotgunned her can of iced coffee and threw it into the bin, "Thanks. Don't worry about driving me to classes today either; Dakota's giving me a ride."
"Oh! Well... alright..."
More time alone with those donuts...
"Are you sure?" Harper quickly asked, "I-It's my day off! I don't mind!"
"Yeah, D and me are getting lunch after class and she said she'd drop me off here."
Piper's meaty fingers wrapped around the strap of her backpack, throwing it across her shoulder as her tits wobbled and sloshed beneath her tank top.
"Love you."
"Love you too."
Harper watched her daughter's plump shape depart the back door in a subconscious attempt to keep from staring down the donuts that she had left for her mother. If she didn't look at them, she wouldn't be tempted. If she couldn't see how delicious and gooey they looked, she could avoid stuffing her face with them. If she didn't see how sugary and creamy and sweet and—
"PARKERR?!" Harper asked loudly, "A-ARE YOU UP YET?!"
Like the other women in the house, Parker was no stranger to sleeping late. Nor were any of them strangers to heavy footsteps coming from any one of the rooms that shared a single (at times, too narrow!) hallway. Like her sister, Parker had been greatly influenced by her mother's eating habits growing up, ultimately clocking in at...
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