Despite how Harper felt when she looked in the mirror, she was most definitely the skinniest member of the household by a couple hundred pounds. Parker Black was a six hundred pound blob resting atop her bed, and getting closer to filling it every day. Her gut rose above her, smooth and soft as a giant marshmallow, spilling out to her sides. Wider still were her hips, necessary for how much ass Parker carried around with her. While the Black family charms would never let any member of the family be described as ‘flat’, Parker’s breasts had lagged behind the rest of her in terms of accumulated lard. Still huge by any standard, they simply couldn’t keep up with how massive everything else had become.
More than Parker’s weight, however, Harper was concerned about the fact that she was still asleep and undressed.
“Parker! Wake up!” Harper snapped, giving her eldest a firm smack on her billowing hip, sending a ripple through her body.
“.....mrrn…..five more minutes….” Parker rolled onto her side, bedframe creaking, fat lightly bouncing against fat.
Harper smacked her again. “No, not five more minutes! Up! Now!”
Parker groaned, swatting at the spot where Harper had hit her about six years after the fact, thick arm dragging across love handles. She did finally open her eyes, however, and make some vague movements that were the start of rising. Parker rolled from side to side a few times, undulating like a balloon filled with oil, before throwing herself upwards at an angle to circumvent the obstacle that was her overfed middle. Not waiting for Parker to catch her breath, Harper was already throwing a bundle of clothes at her.
“Hurry up! Or you’ll make us both late!” The lack of breakfast was making Harper a little crankier than she normally would be. After all, it was hard to be angry when you had a nice full tum. But it also wasn’t as though Parker did herself any favours either. Parker had been lazy before she became fat enough to qualify for a reality show. Even now, with her mother prodding her, she still groaned and idled putting her work shirt on, tugging the tight black fabric over her hefty hangers and globular gut. Really, Parker shouldn’t have her job at her size. She was plainly too heavy. But, Parker had incorrectly filled out the disability application enough times that the welfare office had gotten sick of seeing her name, and responded telling her to get her act together. In somewhat more polite language, naturally. And with three women in the house who range from ‘fat’ to ‘fucking huge’, the income was needed.
And that was why Parker was still working at the Fatburger nearby. More often than not in the drive thru window, where her obesity and general laziness couldn’t pose too much of an issue.
Hoping to speed up the process somewhat, Harper helped lift Parker to her feet, even going so far as to offer her arm for balance as she tugged the leggings over her titanic tush. Even with Parker dressed, Harper still needed to all but push her out of the door and into the car. The suspension groaned in protest as it was forced to accommodate a half ton of passengers. Harper often wondered how ridiculous the car looked to an outside observer, front bumper lower than the back by a wide margin, olive coloured skin pressed up against the windows. She already knew that a lot of neighbours referred to them as “that fat family”. She was extra careful of potholes as she drove, wary that a bad jolt might spell the end of her trusty Buick Century.
“Ugh, Mom, what is this old shit?” Parker turned up her nose at the stereo, which was playing a spot of Genesis from one of Harper’s CD’s. Harper’s response, naturally, was to turn up the volume, which was a little difficult with how little space there was in the cab. Parker rolled her eyes. “When did this come out, the 40s?”
“The 80’s, cheeky! When I was a young lady.”
“Like I said, the 40’s.”
“Do you want to walk?” Harper prodded Parker’s hip for the umpteenth time that morning. The unspoken message was clear; neither woman had any confidence in Parker’s ability to walk any further than a small parking lot. It had the intended effect of shutting Parker up until they reached Fatburger. It was a lot more work for Parker to exit the vehicle than enter it, what with the lower ride and having to fight against both gravity and her own width. For a few minutes, the open door was filled with black nylon, as Parker shimmied herself through the gap, making the car rock in time with her cheeks clapping together. It would have been easier with Harper’s help, as most things were, but Harper wasn’t keen on the idea of hefting herself out of the car either. So, Parker was left to struggle. She breathlessly thanked Harper for the ride, before hip-checking the door closed. She wasn’t even inside the building before Harper had pulled around to the drive thru and ordered herself a Double Kingburger meal and a milkshake for the drive to work.
Once she arrived….
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