Susan looked out to Greg, and thought about joining him outside. But the day was hot, and Susan was already feeling tired from patching up Mary and walking through the house. Her belly was heavy with the indulgence of the morning, and the idea of dragging open the back sliding glass door - which always stuck and gave problems - hauling herself out onto the deck and down the steps and then walking the hundred yards to the bottom of the large garden was unappealing. Susan decided she'd much rather stay in the air-conditioned comfort of the house. Besides, Greg was talking to Marcie Hampton, their skinny health-freak neighbor. Susan held a poisonous dislike for Marcie, who was always making thinly veiled attacks on Susan's growing girth and general gluttony.
In Marcie's back yard, her athletic daughter Christie was doing somersaults and back flips, doubtless as part of the strict exercise regime her mother imposed. At that moment, a piecing, sweet wailing noise penetrated the house - "Mommmmmmy! Mommmm!” It was Mary, calling from upstairs. The plaintive cries of her own daughter ruled out going outside, which was probably for the best since Susan didn't fancy being seen by Marcie whilst she felt quite so bloated and still had some drips of Ice Cream on her clothes.
Making her way upstairs, Susan grunted with the effort of climbing the steep stairs, and threaded her way through the narrow corridor leading to Mary's room. The chubby child was sitting on her bed, looking very sad. "What's the matter, Sweetie? Does your knee still hurt?" asked Susan.
"No", said Mary, shaking her head.
Susan inquired, "Well, what is it honey?”
"There's no sweeties in my sweetie box Mommy - they've all gone! I'm so hungry, Mommy!" wailed Mary, shaking her plump fists in the air.
"Are you sure, sugar? We filled up your sweetie box yesterday, don't you remember?” said Susan. She walked over to check, but her daughter was right, the whole box had been emptied. Susan sighed, and turned to her hefty daughter to say "Now, sweetie, you remember what your Daddy said? That sweetie box is supposed to last for a week. You've got to control yourself, young lady. When you grow up like Mommy, you can't just spend all day eating sweeties!” Susan placed her hands on her fleshy hips and frowned at Mary.
"But....but.....Mommy, I'm still hungry!" cried Mary.
"Ok, Ok, I'll get you something Mary, but that will be it until dinner time. If I get you a snack now, you have to promise to be quiet until dinner. Is that a fair deal?” asked Susan. Mary's round face lit up with a grin and the cute dimples formed on her fat cheeks.
"Oh yes Mommy, that's lovely! I'll be quiet Mommy".
"Good," said Susan, and she turned to go back downstairs.
As she left the room and squeezed along the narrow landing to the stairs, Mary called out "Mommy, what's for dinner?” Susan rolled her eyes and didn't answer.
Making her way down the stairs, Susan felt the ponderous weight of all the food in her belly. The monstrous quantity of ice cream she had consumed earlier sloshed around her stomach, upsetting her balance on the steep steps. She extended a plump arm to steady herself against the banister, and paused to check her footing. The stairs sloped away sharply, and Susan found it a difficulty to look past her generous breasts and swollen tummy to see her feet. She got her bearings, however, and continued to plod down the stairs carefully, each heavy footfall causing the wooden steps to creak and groan loudly under her weight, protesting audibly about the load they were carrying.
Making her way into the kitchen, Susan gathered together some bread, a jar of peanut butter, and some jelly. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long until Mary started shouting or crying for her snack, Susan quickly made a couple of sandwiches for her daughter. Pausing to put the Sandwiches on a plate, Susan noticed how deliciously tempting the top sandwich looked. It truly was a perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and Susan’s motherly talents had been displayed to the full in its creation. Susan licked her lips and hesitated. Surely Mary could make do with just one sandwich? Surely Susan deserved a little snack after all that walking around? Surely it was good for her daughter to learn some self-restraint and cut down on her snacks?
Susan put the plate down, and lifted the first sandwich to her mouth. She bit into it tentatively, feeling at once the rush of pleasure and contentment that the first bite of food always gave her. She smiled warmly, chewing contentedly on the simple treat. Swallowing, Susan felt the sumptuous sensation of the mouthful sliding down her throat, into her cavernous stomach, filling her with happiness. The first mouthful was always the best. But it was never enough, and Susan devoured the remainder of the sandwich in big bites, quickly chewing and gulping it down. Giving a little burp, Susan rubbed the soft expanse of her round and voluptuous stomach, easing her digestion. “MOMMMMY! Where ARE you Mommy?! I’m waiting. I want my snack now Mommy!” came the shout from upstairs.
“Coming, sweetie-pie, Coming!” shouted Susan. Quickly, she brushed the crumbs off her bosom, and picked up the plate with the remaining sandwich.
Walking as quickly as she could, Susan waddled to the foot of the stairs. It seemed like the whole afternoon had been spent going up and down these damn stairs. Taking a deep breath, Susan set off up the steep incline. With her hurried pace, Susan’s full thighs chafed uncomfortably, but she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Puffing and panting, she made her way about a third of the way up before coming to a stop, red-faced and out of breath. ‘Man oh man am I getting out of shape – I used to run up these stairs when Greg and I moved in!’ thought Susan. She swapped the plate into her left hand, and took a firm grasp of the railing with her right. Heaving herself up, Susan got going again, and slowly hauled herself to the top of the staircase. “Phew!” said Susan aloud. Beads of perspiration stood out on her brow, and her chest rose and fell dramatically as she breathed heavily. Recovering, Susan shimmied carefully along to Mary’s room, trying not to bump her broad hips or wide butt against the bookshelves that made the passageway so narrow.
“Here you go, cutie-pie!”, said Susan, presenting Mary with her sandwich. Mary looked up at Susan angrily, “Only ONE sandwich!? Don’t want ONE sandwich! I want three! I want THREEEEEE!” screamed Mary, screwing up her chubby face so hard that her little eyes vanished behind her tubby red cheeks.
“Well one is all you’re getting, Mary. I shouldn’t even be giving you one – you’ve already eaten all of your sweeties, and that’s more than enough food for anyone.”
“But I’m hungry Mommy! So hungry”, said Mary, rubbing her protruding tummy and changing tactics, looking for sympathy now and opening her eyes wide to their cutest effect.
“Well, you can’t just eat as much as you like anytime you want, darling, that’s not what grown-ups do”, replied Susan, “you’ve got to control yourself and only eat what you really need”.
“But WHY Mommy? Why?” wailed Mary, who was getting upset by this unusual harshness – she normally got whatever she wanted, and going hungry was not a feeling she was used to.
“Because eating too much is bad for you, Mary, and I won’t have my youngest daughter stuffing her face all day just because she feels like it. Now, eat your sandwich, and make sure and be quiet until dinnertime, or there’ll be no food for you then”, said Susan, folding her arms firmly and causing her top to ride up, exposing the bottom roll of her belly. Mary looked horrified. She was about to burst into floods of tears and screaming, but then seemed to think better of it, and picked up her sandwich instead. Tearing into it greedily, Mary shot her mother an angry look as Susan turned and strode briskly out of the room, her fat behind wobbling with the impacts of her feet on the hard wood flooring.
Susan felt a little surprised at herself. Normally she would give Mary whatever she wanted. After all, making snacks for Mary was normally a good excuse to make a little something for herself as well. But Susan was feeling tired, heavy and sick of traversing the stairs time and again. She wanted to plop down on the sofa and veg out for a bit to recover from the day’s hard work. It was far too late to think of going for any job interviews, and since she wasn’t going to go outside, she decided to get out of her nice outfit that she had put on this morning. Wandering into her own bedroom, Susan took off her smart blazer and sighed, looking at the small ice cream stain that she had made on the left lapel.
Unclipping her skirt, and taking off her top, Susan enjoyed the cool sensation of standing in her underwear. The heat and discomfort of climbing the stairs wore off, and Susan felt much more relaxed and relieved. Looking in her closet, Susan reflected on how many outfits she had, and how few still fit her. Shrugging off such negative thoughts, she slipped into a comfortable pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
The pants fit easily, and allowed Susan to feel relaxed and thin, with no pressure against her tender, full tummy to remind her of her girth and overindulgence. The t-shirt, however, was a couple of sizes too small, and clung to her torso like a second skin. Susan’s soft, flabby arms were cut into by the elastic arm holes, and looked like sausage links, whilst the shirt was stretched so tight over her hefty chest that the white fabric was almost transparent. Pulled taut, the t shirt was far too short to reach the waistband of the sweatpants, and a generous portion of Susan’s large belly was left to hang out. Susan flopped down on her bed, and flicked on the TV. Not noticing what was on, Susan reached over to the other side of the king size bed, and pulled out a big heart-shaped box of chocolates from the bedside table, accidentally dropping the remote control off the edge of the bed as she did so. Heaving herself onto her side and let her belly spill out onto the bed, Susan supported her head with one hand whilst popping chocolates into her mouth with the other. She glanced at the TV to see what it was she was watching....
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