She was only slightly smaller than her daughter, with the same wide-hipped frame filling the door and heavy breasts supported by an equally heavy belly. They both threw their fat arms open for a hug, but as Mia entered the doorway, her hips became predictably stuck. She grunted and braced her arms on the doorframe, shimmying herself slowly through. You wait patiently behind her, enjoying the show of her jiggling rump.
With one last spurt of effort, she finally comes unstuck. Suddenly free, her body ripples with the motion, all of it on full show for you. Rubbing her hips where the doorframe pinched them, she sighs.
“You should have that door widened, Mama.”
“Maybe I should. It’s not suitable for a well-fed woman now is it?” Smiling at each other, they embrace, their guts squishing together and keeping their arms from joining behind each other. When they release, she turns her attention to you.
“So this is who I’ve got to thank for looking after you then, Mia? I’m Gabriella.” She pulls you into a deep hug, your body sinking into her fat in much the same way it did with her daughter. Releasing you, she ushers you inside. “I’m making some quesadillas, do you want some?”
Before you can respond, Mia has already agreed enthusiastically. Noticing your expression, she slaps her belly. “I’m not going to keep this here if I turn down food am I?” As she looks down, she remembers the state of her shirt. “Mama, Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I got sauce on this one.”
“There’s one hung up in my room. Be quick, your sister should be home soon.” Sticking her head through the kitchen door, Gabriella calls to you. “Make yourself at home in the lounge, dear.” Following her advice, you drop yourself onto a well-worn armchair. Listening to the sounds of activity in the kitchen, you feel at home already.
It’s not long before your wife re-emerges from her mother’s room, pulling a blue shirt over her front. She struggles to button it, giving up on the last two. “Mama, this shirt’s a little small for me.” Looking at her, you can see the buttons over her belly being pulled apart. And when she drops herself onto the sofa, three buttons over her belly simply fly apart. As you share a quiet laugh about it, you hear sounds at the door.
“Ah, she’s here!”
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