"Hmm? Oh, hi Summer. Nice to see you out of your room for a change, even if it's just another transfer. I'm still making lunch here, so you should go see your place or talk to yourself. Your other self, really," said the lump of rolls and cellulite with her mother's haircut. She was bent over the fridge, exposing a thick line of fat back and ass crack from under her double-wide jeans and dress-sized shirt. The familiar face turned over her shoulder was cushioned by a thick ring of fat and soft cheeks, lips in a small smile. Her top half hung down over the drawer, tits nearly scraping the shelving. Her solid gut was bulging and round, mostly spherical with a shallow cleft across the middle pressed in by her polo. The bulbous belly swayed gently as she sent a passing look at the new arrival.
However, Summer barely heard her alternate mother's suggestion, captivated by the strange sight of her huge, pendulous stomach. Distantly, Summer processed the words of guidance and trudges upstairs to a place she could walk to even dazed by the "white wale" in the kitchen: her room.
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