"Oooh... Chocolate marshmallow with peanut-butter... mmm, I wonder what's in that..."
"Ma, you just listed off everything that's in that.” Piper pat the box with the back of her hand. “If you want another bowl just have another bowl.”
“Well… mmm… if you think I should…”
Harper got this funny little tickle in her chest whenever she looked at something bad for her. Sometimes it could send little tremors down her spine just thinking about how good something tasted. Wondering how all the milk would taste after she’d had all the cereal in her bowl shouldn’t have made her so excited, but Harper was almost short of breath by the time the kibbles started to plink into her bowl.
“I don’t think you should, you just clearly want one and you should eat when you’re hungry.” Piper turned on her way out the door, backpack slung behind her on one shoulder as she hurried out the door. “Hey, first steps are always the hardest right—love you.”
Harper choked a little at the mention of the diet that Piper apparently still thought that she was on. Her massive chest lurched and heaved upwards, Harper resting a dimpled elbow on top of her fat left slope to cough into a chubby, balled-up fist.
“R-Right! That’s right, Piper. Thank you.” She grimaced before taking a sip of coffee. “Aherm…L-Love you.”
Harper’s youngest daughter shot her mom finger guns as she walked out the door. It was Piper’s first year in college, and the last thing that she needed to worry about was how much her mom was eating. Or how much she weighed. Or especially how both of those seemed to be on the rise.
Luckily for Harper, those concerns were lifted once Piper was out of the room, and she could eat in peace.
“Morning fatass.” Came the yawn-and-stretch of her eldest daughter. “Did you make coffee?”
“Mm.” Harper groused nonplussed, her spoon clinking against the bowl. “Good morning, Parker.”
“I already said that.” The little mooch squawked as her bare feet pads tap-tapped against the linoleum and towards the Keurig. “Ugh… mom, are you drinking hot chocolate in the morning? Again?”
“Who drinks all my coffee when she normally rolls out of bed at two in the afternoon, huh?” Harper’s fat face rolled as she squawked back. “Don’t tell your sister and I’ll give you twenty bucks when you go to the rave tonight.”
“Hell yeah.” Parker shrugged, plucked the pod from the Keurig, and replaced it with Donut Shop. “We had coffee though—you got a box, like, three days ago I’ve been working through.”
“I know.” Harper said mischievously as she took a big slurp from her mug. “I just wanted to have Hot Chocolate with my Boo Berry.”
“Oh shit, they’ve got the monster cereals out?” Parker hurried over with her cup of joe. “I want some.”
In so many ways, Parker and Piper were like their mother when she was their age. Sun-kissed and dark-haired, with more up top than anyone knew what to do with and pretty faces that turned long from the side. Once Piper had shed her puppy fat, she grew up to look just like Harper had at nineteen, and Parker kept her hair short but looked much the same as Harper had in her early twenties.
Of course, then Harper had to go and get fat—now she looked like both her daughters put together, twice over.
Four hundred pounds of Harper Black had been crammed into an unflattering floral dress and a black denim half jacket. She couldn’t see her feet for the life of her on an empty stomach, but by lunch she’d be swaybacked. Her face was puffy, with a teardrop shape and big olive cheeks that met in a croak beneath where her jawline used to be. The sleeves on her jacket were full enough that the stitches were strained, and her back hurt like crazy pretty much all the time on account of her chest.
“You know you shouldn’t be eating this crap.” Parker crunched through her bowl of Boo Berry. “I thought you were on a diet or something.”
“I… was.” Harper cleared her throat. “But—”
“Ugh, God mom we’re gonna have to bury you in a piano box if you don’t slim down.”
“Parker. Elizabeth. Black., that was un-fucking-called for.”
“It’s true though—I thought you told Piper you were gonna try and cut some tonnage. For some reason she cares about how fucking fat you are.”
“One of you has to.” Harper rolled her eyes before she started gathering her essentials. “I’m running late, please remember to take the chicken out of the freezer before you leave today or I’ll put you in a piano box, okay?”
“Gonna be a lotta empty room in my piano box.” Parker took another crunch-crunch-crunch of her cereal. “Me and Piper could share one, probably.”
“Fuck off.” Harper huffed and puffed as she heaved her hugeness from the chair. “And give your mother a hug.”
Parker tried, but came nowhere close to making her hands meet across her mom’s meat.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.” Parker looked her mom up and down one more time as she waddled out the door. ”Piano-box-lookin’-ass…”
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