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** Disclaimer: As per the OF ToS all characters within this story are not directly related and are of 18+ years of age. **
Mommy's Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 6
Walking into the bedroom the smell of freshly baked brownies wafts over to you. All resolve drains out of you as you start to salivate. You're powerless to resist. You have so little willpower when it comes to food. It's like something deep inside you compels you to eat.
The bed lets out a sound of disapproval as you plop down on it. You can feel the fat on your body jiggle as you do. You can't fight the urge to eat any longer. Reaching out your plump hand picks up a thick fudgy brownie. You moan around the edge of the brownie as the taste hits your tongue. These brownies are even better than the first batch.
Your hand starts to wander downward to your flabby belly. You love the way it feels. You can't help but jiggle it as you mindlessly glut yourself on brownies. Parched after the second brownie you reach down for the gallon of milk. The plastic jug is cool to the touch and feels heavier than you remember it. You shrug and chalk it up to your general lack of fitness.
As you place the jug to your lips you realize this isn't simply milk. It's more rich tasting. It tasted like a cream heavy vanilla milkshake. You could almost taste yourself getting fatter with every greedy gulp. Before you realize it you've drained 1/4th of the jug.
Most people would stop as the feeling of fullness started but not you. That's the feeling that you're always chasing. You love the way it feels as you push yourself to eat past your limits. You long to be engorged like an overfed tick. You reach for another brownie and cram a huge bite past your gluttonous lips. As you're finishing up the last of the brownie your Mom walks in.
"I see...", she says matter of factly and walks out of the room.
You can tell that Mom isn't happy with you. You've disobeyed her several times in a row now. She's not the type of parent to be toyed with. You know that you're in for some form of punishment. As you rub your temples the smell of the brownies once again lures you in. You find yourself gobbling up another.
Over the past couple of hours you've easy eaten over a tray and a half of brownies. Feeling full but parched you reach once more for the jug of milky liquid. You moan around the lip of the jug. You can't believe how good it tastes. You chug as you jiggle your now bloated gut. You're out of breath from chugging as you pull the jug from your lips. You've drained 3/4th of the container.
You can feel the liquid sloshing inside you like an water balloon. You feel so very full, with the onset of that fullness you realize how incredibly aroused you are again. Leaning back in bed you jiggle your flabby chest and belly. You feel like such a pig. Part of you is shocked by your behavior today. You have no self control now. You realize this as you put another brownie to your lips.
Finishing off the last of the brownies and then the jug of milk-like liquid you feel like you just might burst. Your lungs feel compacted in your chest. Your breathing is rapid and shallow. A heaviness behind your tells you that your bloodsugar is spiking, an impending foodcoma is coming.
You slowly run your hand down your fattened chest and flabby belly. Nodding out you try to focus on the task at hand. Part of you wants to cum so very badly but the other just wants to sleep. You muster what little willpower you're capable of to try and stay away. It hurts to breath as you have to breath harder to keep up with the mild exertion of pleasuring yourself.
As you're about to cum your Mom walks in. What do you do?
