Mommy Is Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 4
You gather you..
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Mommy Is Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 4
You gather your confidence and ask, "Would that be so bad?"
"Would what be so bad?", your Mom asks in confusion.
You take a deep breath, and begin. "If I wanted to be fat? Fatter even than you are Mom. I dream of growing impossibly obese; to be a living pile of lard. My body engorged with fat to the point where I'm barely able to move it. From the very bottom of my soul I long to become a human pig. To be kept, fed, and fucked like livestock." You can feel own arousal growing as the words usher forth from your mouth. You've just confessed your deepest darkest desire.
Your Mom takes a moment to gather her thoughts. He face unreadable. She's always had a hell of a Poker face. She opens her mouth, shuts it, and then proceeds to ask, "Do you truly feel this way?".
"Yes, Mom. It's all I've ever wanted. If you're going to make more brownies for your event or whatever, will you make more for me as well?", you say boldly.
Mom gives you a devious look before speaking, "Aren't you a very greedy Piggy?". The way she puts enfience on piggy makes you have to stifle a moan. You're so turned on. You can't believe this is all happening. "I'll make you a new batch of brownies... if you promise that you will eat every last bite.", she says deviously.
You ecstatically nod in agreement. "I promise, I'll eat every single bite!!", you say with reassurance.
"That's what I like to hear.", your Mom coos. "Now go on up to your room. Change into your shorts with the elastic waistband, and a tank top. I want you nice and comfy for what's to come.", she says with a devilish grin.
You groan as you reach the small set of stairs that divides the upstairs from the down. You've really let your fitness go. You shouldn't be having issues with stairs yet at your weight, and age. You're just so unfit that double set of 4 stairs has you winded.
You collapse onto your bed. It takes you a couple of minutes to fully catch your breath. Your lack of fitness arouses you. You can't take another minute of this. You hear the fabric tear as you force your hand down into your too tight sweats. You begin to pleasure yourself. You orgasm thinking about Mom's amazing brownies in your mouth again. As you lay there covered in your own bodily fluids you drift off to sleep.
You awake to your door opening, and your Mom walking in. She has a massive tray of brownies, and a jug of what looks like milk. She sees you're still in your old clothes, and frowns. What do you do?
