"You want me to tell that story again??" Mom sounded exasperated, but that was partly to do with her still being out of breath from the short walk.
"Its just.." I stammered, "I was looking through photos in the attic and..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she waved her hand dismissively, "You saw a couple of photos from back when I was literally a quarter of my size and you want me to describe you how that skinny, cute girl gorged herself into the gigantic woman whose ass is currently making our sofa creak."
"Uh... yeah. I guess that's it."
"I tell you this story weekly like it was your favourite bedtime story." She shook her head to herself, "You're not sick of it yet?"
"Not at all!"
"Well okay then," Mom repositioned herself like she was settling in for the long haul, "You know the drill; bring me the snacks and we'll get started."
I lowered another handful of chips into my mother's mouth. She chewed for a minute before choosing to continue with her mouth full.
"And that was the best week of my life, the week I spent with my first crush. He might have disappeared shortly after but that week will stay with me forever."
Mom looked out to pace for a moment and I had to interrupt her to bring her back, "And what happened after that?"
"Oh, the weeks after?" she snapped back, "It was horrible. I was so upset I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't study, nothing. He didn't leave me anything to remember him by either. Well, nothing physical. The one gift he left me was my newfound enthusiasm for fast food. I eventually began skipping class again to head to the local fast food strip. Whenever I the taste of a burger or a thickshake in my mouth it brought back memories of him. I don't know how to explain but eating fast food felt like being in love. I would order these big family meals just so the experience would last a while."
Mom gestured toward the jug of cream and I dutifully raised it to her mouth and began pouring. "So you were eating fast food for lunch everyday?"
Mom spluttered a little before finishing her mouthful of cream, "Was I eating fast food for lunch everyday? Sweetie, how many times have you heard this story?"
"I..."
"Okay, I'll play along. Just pass me some brownies." I didn't hesitate to start lowering brownies into her, and she again continue he story with a mouth full of food, "No, I did not eat a fast food for lunch everyday. I in fact went from one fast food place to another to another and usually had about three fast food lunches in a day. I was developing a serious eating problem. Mom and Dad wouldn't allow fast food in the house so I had taken to sneaking money out of Mom's purse. I would stash bag after bag after bag of snacks in my room, and when no one could see me I would just eat and cry, eat and cry all night. My first milestone was when I developed a spare tyre and one of the girls in my gym class called me 'chunky'. I sprinted out of gym crying and straight to the locker room where I proceeded to devour three packets of chips and a bag of M&Ms. Imagine that! Just because someone commented on my muffin top!" she smacked her huge gut for effect, "I mean, just last week at lady at the gas station slapped my ass and told me I was the fattest bitch she'd ever seen and I didn't even get upset. I probably am!"
Mom laughed spitting brownie crumbs everywhere, including into her bra. Not being wasteful she fished down between her massive tits to salvage a couple of the larger chunks.
"So..." I poured some more cream into her beckoning mouth, "by the end of the year..."
"I was a downright porker." she said with a mouth full of cream, "I had put on about 50 lbs, which is a shitload when you're a teenager. The bright side though was around that time I wasn't doing it cos I was depressed, I was eating because I enjoyed it. How do I explain... Some people get home at the end of a long day and have a beer just to take the edge off - or a joint - and its the best feeling in the world. Well maybe it was the love thing but that's what fatty food is to me. It makes everything better, no exceptions. It makes movies better, music better, socialising better... And once I knew how good it made me feel I wasn't ever going back. Mom and Dad tried to get me to diet but, well, there was no way on earth that was gonna stick. Did matter much though, I was out of home in the next year or so anyway."
"Wait," I opened another bag of chips, "You got kicked out of home for being too fat??"
Mom gulped, "Uh.... no. You see that was around the time I met your father. I wasn't too fat back then, just a but chubby, and... well we were drunk at a party... long story short that was around the time I got pregnant with you."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Your father hadn't planned on this at all but he wanted to do the right thing. We move out together for a bit and tried to make it work. In the light of day I don't think I was really his type. He didn't stick around long after you were born, and at least part of that had to do with the fact I had doubled my weight since I'd met him. I'd walk around the house in my underwear eating a chicken drumstick and he'd tell me I reminded him of the Michelin Man. It hurt a bit but I sure as hell wasn't giving up my 6 square meals a day after 9 months of eating for the both of us. Speaking of, can you go get me some of the leftover chicken from the fridge?"
Wow, I thought to myself as I fetched Mom the remaining roast from last night, Dad barely lasted a year in this reality? It's a miracle I was even born I guess, with Mom so obsessed with food so young. I guess its lucky Dad decided to try a chub that night.
I handed Mom a drumstick, and for the first time since the story started she was feeding herself. "I got myself a job managing a fast food restaurant nearby and Mom and Dad helped out looking after you. I was good at my job, way overqualified but with nowhere else to turn thanks to dropping out of school and raising you alone. It scared the shit out of me working part time and raising you, and because of that I ended up being responsible with my weight. I controlled my appetite almost completely."
"Really?! You? Managing a fast food place?!" I looked down at my hugely obese Mother and of all the thoughts that came to mind 'restraint' wasn't one of them.
"You may laugh, but my weight plateaued around the mid 200s. I watched the place work wonders on most of the people who worked there, the Trainee 15 and so on. We had this sweet little ginger girl, thin as a twig, and after a good 4 years of employee lunches she waddled out of that job with an ass the size of texas and a latino a bodybuilder boyfriend. Not me, I ran everyday after work and got the salad for lunch. It was hell. Absolute hell. But I thought it was the right thing. I did that for 9 years."
Mom dipped her greasy drumstick in a jug of cream and slowly wrapped her lips around it. Sensually she sucked the bone dry and gently moaned to herself. It was like I wasn't there at all.
"So," I awkwardly interrupted, "you worked there for 9 years?"
"No sweetheart," she chuckled, "I worked there for 11."
"But you said..."
"I resisted the urges for a good 9 years. The last two... Hoo boy. I fell of the wagon hard, and it amazing. Just like I remember, every bite was like falling in love. I was taking advantage of the staff discount and every week I was noticeable bigger. The employees had seen staff putting on weight before, but not like this. It made a lot of people uncomfortable. I didn't care though, I was in hog heaven.... Speaking of..."
"Is something wrong Mom?"
"No, no, I just never go into detail like this. I kinda lost track of time there. And the food!" she looked around in bewilderment, "I mean I've got an appetite but Jack, honey, since you've been feeding me I've eating way more than usual. I'm a little embarrassed."
I smiled, "Don't be embarrassed Mom! You should never be ashamed of your appetite!"
She smiled back. "You're sweet! But we should really leave it here for tonight."
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