So to recap, after I was kicked out by my Mother because of my fat-ass and desire to become even fatter, I go to move in with my fat Aunt in South Carolina and discover that she’s blimped to 600 pounds and has become rich and retired and want’s to get even bigger.
Am I in a Twilight Zone episode or what?
Aunt Rhonda’s size was always a sticking point back when she was half of her current weight. While she had always possessed a large appetite on the rare occasion my Mom would let her come round to see us, but I never would of thought that she would actively try to put on weight, On purpose, out of boredom!
I can’t complain though, just getting away from my controlling Mother was thrilling enough, but the fact I would be moving from a home which limited and shamed my gluttony and decadence to a home that encouraged it. Talk about full circle. Besides, I’m always eager to help my favourite Aunt!
So once I got settled after a couple days in my new digs, the first thing my Aunt decided to introduce to me was the local South Carolina cuisine.
That is to say every take-out, diner, fast-food joint and other incredibly fattening business there is in the area.
So, two already obese Aunt and Niece combined with plenty of cash and even more greed and extreme hunger will lead to some major gains. If my soaring weight gain at Buttercombe was plentiful, this’ll be crazy!
*
About three weeks after I moved in with my Aunt, I could confidently say with one-hundred percent certainty. I was getting pretty fat. Like really fat.
Making my way downstairs on this balmy Tuesday Morning, I sleepily trundled down each step. My whole body breaking out into jiggles underneath my ill-fitting red tee. My stomach had begun to stick out more in front, being more obvious as it crept downward over my waist. My breasts were heavier, really pushing the bras I crammed them in to their limits and my ass was jigglier than ever, with more flab meaning all of the pants I wore were at risk of getting ripped.
I hadn’t weighed myself since moving. With Rhonda’s heavy duty scale that had a weight capacity of 1000 pounds, I decided to wait awhile to see what results South Carolina had on Ol’ Melly’s growth.
Making my way to the living room, I saw an all too familiar sight.
It was of Aunt Rhonda, waddling her way between the Kitchen and the living room, platters full of food in tow, huffing with every heavy foot-fall. During our ‘Catching Up’ (Which was us pigging out with the occasional dialogue.) She was absolutely fatter, just not as noticeable as mine. But at 600+ pounds, what more could change?
There was changes, no doubt! All that was left of her stretchy sweatpants were destroyed by her legendary tank ass, her triple-tiered belly was only a few scant lines from touching the floor and her blobby face seemed to have a fourth chin in the works.
"Mornin’ sleepyhead!" My Aunt greeted me with a smile while she parked herself on the L-shaped couch, it releasing a cry of agony when she made contact with it. "Morning..." I replied, yawing and giving my plentiful gut a scratch. "You haven’t started breakfast... without me, yeah?" I asked with a bit of concern in my voice. More than once, Rhonda had gorged herself stupid while I slept in, leaving me to munch on scraps! It’s probably my fault for sleeping in, but, then again, asking a ravenous blob of a woman to hold back was like asking a fish to hop on dry land and breath air.
My Aunt burst out laughing, her acres of stomach flab bouncing with each chortle. "I didn’t, I held back. But it’s rude to keep yer Aunt waiting like that! Not my problem you sleep so late I can’t help myself!" My Aunt jeered, Waving a pudgy finger at me. "You’re sounding a lot like Mom right now." I snorted, making my way to the pink loveseat that sat opposite the couch. There was no chance in hell we were both gonna fit on the couch without it exploding into dust, so I was delegated to the other seats in the room.
"Well it don’t matter much now. You’re up, which means we can eat!" Rhonda said, licking her plump lips. My belly rumbled as the scent of pancakes, bacon and fried eggs filled my nostrils.
"Don’t mind if I do."
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