Mommy Is Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 3
You're at a lo..
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Mommy Is Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 3
You're at a loss for words to excuse your actions. Mom raises an eyebrow, and says, "I see you didn't read my note before you tried my brownies. I'm really worried about you Sweetheart. It seems like you're growing fatter by the day. If you keep this up you're going to end up looking like Mommy. Is that what you want?"
You think about it for a moment. Is this what you want? You can feel yourself starting to get aroused. Your thoughts are flooded with snapshots of you stuffing yourself with various deliciously fattening foods. "Yes, I think it is.", you say matter of factly. You can see by the look of shock on Mom's face that you caught her off guard. That was not the answer she was expecting. "If you're going to make some more brownies for your group or whatever, can you please make some for me too? They were sooooooooo good! You're such a great baker.", you say as you give your Mom a hug.
Squishing your own plush body against your Mom's fattened form does nothing to quell your arousal. You plant a kiss on her forehead. Suddenly you have to restrain yourself from the overwhelming urge to kiss Mommy's lips. You're shocked by your own actions. You must have low bloodsugar or something. You quickly close the distance between yourself, and the fridge. You swing the door open wildly, grab a 2 liter of soda pop, and chug it. As you turn to throw the bottle away you see your Mom raise an eyebrow.
Her line of sight moves from your face downward. The bottom of your overfed, overfilled, overstuffed, and bloated belly is hanging out the bottom of your t-shirt. You feel self conscious and try to tug down the material to no avail. There's just too much of you for the shirt to cover.
Your Mom takes a seat at the table and motions for you to as well. As you sit you notice that your sweats are digging into your fattened sides, under belly, and ass. The top of your butt is hanging out of your too small sweats. You flush with embarrassment, and feel yourself getting even more turned on.
Mom takes your hand in hers. "Sweetheart, what's going on? Are you having trouble in school? Is the pressure to much? You're fattening yourself up like livestock. Just look at all of this!", she says as she grabs your belly roll, and gives it a shake. You can feel your flabby body jiggle from your thighs to your double chin. "Please tell me what's going on?", your Mom says with genuine concern.
What do you do?
