I haven’t weighed myself at all recently. Claire began to think. After a huge breakfast she walked back up stairs and went into the bathroom to weigh herself. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her muffin top was impressive and her belly pressed against her now very tight shirt. Her track pants were practically tights, showing a clear outline of her thick thighs and wide butt. She stepped on the scale and looked down to see the results. She was shocked to see no numbers just cleavage as her boobs and belly blocked her sight of the scale. Surprised, she bent over to try to see the scale. Bending over was more of a challenge for Claire than she remembered. She felt her pants rip a she hunched over the scale. “243 pounds.” Claire felt a bit overwhelmed by what had just transpired. Being unable to see the scale, 243 pounds, her pants ripping, she didn’t know what to think.
“MOM! Can you come up here!” She yelled, figuring it would be best to talk this out with someone. A few minutes later Jennifer entered the room, huffing and puffing from her climb up the stairs. Jennifer’s belly hung over her pants.
“Whats the matter Claire?”
“Mom, I ripped my pants and I can’t see the scale without bending over and I weigh 240 pounds. Whats happening to me!”
“Oh honey theres nothing wrong with you. These things are just a part of life. Here, let me go on the scale to show you theres nothing wrong with you.” Claire went off the scale and sat down on the toilet seat. Jennifer waddled her big belly over to the scale. she looked down to see her large breasts blocking the scale.
“See honey I can’t see the scale either. You have nothing to worry about because I weigh more than you and I’m not fat. I only weigh...” Jennifer bent over to see the scale, causing her pants to immediately rip, exposing her big panties. Jennifer realized though that she had bent over as far as she could and she still couldn’t see the numbers on the scale.
“Hey sweetie, can you come over here and read the scale for me?”
“Yeah sure mom. Your pants ripped too by the way.” Claire giggled seeing her mother in an even worse situation than she was in.
“It says 302 pounds, mom. Wow thats a pretty big number.”
“Yeah but look at me, I’m in great shape.” Jennifer said while she patted her fat belly, which even made her thighs ripple. “You’re not fat, if anything you’re too skinny,” Jennifer now had her pudgy hand on one of Claire's fat belly rolls. “You could really use some more meat on your bones.”
“Thanks mom. I guess you’re right.”
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