This choice: 400+lbs—Parker's a big fat chair-squasher with a boring office job at Yeng. • Go Back...Chapter #7Ponderous Parker's Prodigious Paunchiness by: hedkrakka   "Christ, Mom, you don't need to yell! I'm coming!"
The shout echoing down the hallway was followed by a series of heavy footfalls and creaks as Parker slowly lumbered down the hallway. Harper heard her heavy breathing before her elder child entered the room, squeezing her blubbery bulk through their narrow kitchen door. For better or worse, there was at least one member of this household bigger then Harper. She'd never stepped on a scale as far as her mother knew, but comparing their builds, she'd guess that her oldest had a good fifty pounds on her, leaving her somewhere in the 440-460 range.
"Piper bought D's and didn't tell me!? That bitch!" Parker complained as she caught her breath. Parker's desire to consume sugar and grease was matched only by her loathing of even the most paltry exercise, and it seemed even moving her fattened frame down the hallway was nearly at the limits of her athletic capabilities.
Harper, meanwhile, was a little more focused on something else. "Parker, why the hell are you naked!?"
"I'm not naked," she replied, rolling her eyes as she did so. She waddled over to the kitchen table, looking through the remnants of Piper's share of the doughnuts. Finding a double glazed sour cream and lemon jelly, Parker took a massive bite before adding through a mouthful of pastry, "Ayum we'rin unde'weer."
While technically true, the fact remained that Parker's attire left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Like all members of her family, she was extremely well endowed, her booby genetics empowered further by an appetite on par with her mother's. Her oceanic tits sloshed wetly in a white, too-tight bra, her lard engorged mammaries swelling beyond the edges of the cups.
Her belly, meanwhile, sunk in two large rolls to her thickly padded knees, proudly protruding both in front of her and to the sides, matched only by her country wide hips. Part of the reason Harper had thought she was naked was because of how thoroughly Parker's body hid her panties, though as she bent over the table for another doughnut, Mama could confirm that she was indeed wearing bottoms.
That said, her choice of attire was barely adequate to keep her covered, and her panties in particular looked ready to split under the pressure of her bloated derriere.
As she munched on her second pastry, Parker continued, "My work stuff is just in the dryer. Forgot to do my laundry last night."
Right on cue, the two heard the buzzer go off on the laundry room. "Ah, there we go. I got to get changed; my ride will be here any minute. Anyway, I'm going to be late tonight. Cathy and Jane and I are going clothes shopping after work."
Parker began to make her way out, and Harper's eyes immediately shot to the large number of remaining doughnuts. She wasn't terribly happy about how big her daughters were getting, but if they left those here with her...
"Parker, wait! Are, uh, w-would you like to take some doughnuts with you?"
Harper was worried that her desperation would be apparent in her voice, but if Parker noticed, she gave no sign. "Nah, I'll be good. We're going to swing through the drive-through on the way to work. Besides, with the way Yeng keeps our break room stocked, you'd think they were trying to make their employees fat. Anyway, I'll see you later, Ma. Love ya!"
"Y-yeah, love you too," Harper said as her eldest slowly plodded out of the room.
Leaving her alone.
All alone.
With those doughnuts.
Those creamy, sugary, delectable doughnuts...
*** *** ***
"Urp," Harper burped lightly, covering her mouth as she did so. Her other hand gently rubbed her comfortably packed belly. She'd undone the sash of her bathrobe to give her stomach a bit more room to expand, as even by her standards, she'd put away quite the feast.
Seventeen jam and jelly stuffed doughnuts.
A box of boston cream Yeng-brand toaster strudels, with double icing.
A box of cookies.
Then, after napping for a little more then an hour, she'd raided the fridge for leftovers.
A box and a bit of pizza.
A tub of sweet and sour pork.
A partial pan of cheesecake.
Even after all she'd consumed, Harper was still eating. She'd grabbed a package of two-bite brownies from the cupboard, and was sliding the delicious little morsels past her lips one after the other, cooing softly as she pushed herself passed comfortably stuffed to totally brimmed. Harper knew she'd kick herself for this later, but for right now, she just felt so good.
She was almost ready to nod off once again when a knock came to her door. Harper frowned. "Who on earth could this be?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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