Despite the dismissing notion that she would start to curb her appetite after she got out of college, Haley’s lacking enthusiasm for exercise and moderation made for an empty promise. By the time Summer had rolled around, Haley was at her absolute biggest—without school to distract her and with no other obligations, all there was for her to do was sit at home and eat.
Her mother had been as proud as she could be seeing her daughter waddle across the stage in her graduation robes, and that pride had been so overwhelming that she was happy to give Haley a little more leeway as far as finding a job went. In this economy, and as an English major, it was going to be tough for her to find a job that she was going to like—why kick her out the door when she wasn’t ready?
But as May ran into June and then July, now they were into August, and Haley had still shown no sign of finding employment. After four years of laying around on her mother’s dime, eating all she wanted and getting what she needed, Haley was more than happy to extend her time with her Mom for as long as possible!
“Mornin’…”
Haley’s thunderous footsteps seemed to shake the whole house, the décor trembling as Haley waddled gut-first into the living room and towards the kitchen. The great white apron of her stomach poured out from underneath her USCU tee, forming two neat little dollops of dough that sat creased into a large smile of fleshy fold. It hung low over her crotch, spreading wide over her thighs in a pear-shaped display of growing dominance in her figure and her mind.
Of course—her stomach was no match for the hips catching at the doorframe, or the wide behind that lagged two steps to Haley’s awkward waddling gait. Haley’s ass was getting bigger by the day it seemed like, and the huge meals that her mother spoiled her with, not to mention all of the “celebration” treats that she’d rewarded herself with over the course of those three months, had only served to spread it wider.
“Are you just now getting up?” Mrs. West clicked her tongue, “Haley, it’s half past noon!”
“What? I’m sleeping in—it’s not like I have class to go to.”
Haley lumbered into the kitchen, a hungry twinkle in her eye as customary greeting of her mother’s cooking wafted into her nostrils. Scraping the old wooden chair against the linoleum flooring, Haley lowered herself carefully into her seat at the head of the table. A smorgasbord of food awaiting her like always—nothing she didn’t deserve, naturally! She was a college graduate now!
“Well, you’ve got me there I guess.” Her mother dismissed, “Are you… going out with Courtney today?”
Haley made a face. She hadn’t found the proper way to tell her mom that she and Courtney had had a fight a few weeks ago over the fact that Courtney had gotten all of her fat back. Plus a little extra. Apparently Haley was the worst friend in the world because she couldn’t manage to eat a little less. It was a lot easier to just never talk about it and stay at home. Even more. For the past few weeks.
“Uh… no, she’s busy.”
“Well, are you expecting any calls from any of the places that you’ve applied to?”
Haley made yet another face, one deeper and more viscerally embarrassed. Her double chin creased deep as she drank her juice, hoping that her #1 Grad mug would hide her shame. It didn’t, and her mother took note.
“…Haley.” Mrs. West piqued her eyebrows, “You know what I’m going to tell you.”
“Ughhhh I knowwwwwww.” The mondo-bootied moocher sunk into the back of her chair, “It’s just—!!”
Haley’s latest excuse was cut short as the chair cracked beneath her, sending her tumbling to the floor! Landing butter side up, her belly bouncing and sloshing with the reverberation of her meteoric impact against the floor, Haley was left a startled mess as the realization of what had happened dawned on her. She panted, breathless from shock and the force of her full weight pinning her down.
“Oh shit.”
At least she had been well-insulated for impact…
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