Once Jerry got home, he noticed the only other person there was Julie, his mother. Now Julie used to be a complete knockout, good facial features, nice body, but once she became a mom, she put on a considerable amount of weight, mainly in her lower body, making her a pear-shaped woman. Jerry never bugged his mom about her weight, noticing it was kind of his fault she was fat, and just got inside and sat down at the couch. Once Jerry sat down his mom passed by, wearing some sweatpants accentuating her large butt and wide hips. Julie passed by, pecked Jerry on the cheek, and was then back to cleaning the house.
"Any way I could help mom?" asked Jerry, though he knew his mom wasn't the type to load off her housework on others.
"Don't worry about it sweetie," she said huffing slightly, "I just wish I didn't have to drag around this hefty lower body of mine all the time."
As she said these words, Jerry felt a tingle in his lower body, but he dismissed it. He pulled a blanket that his mother always left near the couch and fell asleep.
Jerry awoke in the morning and heard bacon sizzling in the kitchen. Rubbing his eyes, he pulled himself off the couch with difficulty.
"Man I feel terrible," he thought, and made his way to the kitchen.
He noticed that there was something wierd in the way he walked, and it felt as if his thighs were rubbing together, but that only happens to fat people, like his mom.
Had he looked down, he would have been in for one hell of a suprise. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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