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[13:35] Rebecca Carmel: What maybes caught your eye?
[13:37] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Well, I really like the point you made on "Mess", Diapers and Scat are fun, Health Issues, (possibly Incest?), Sweating, and Trashy Partners?
[13:39] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, I've actually really been into diapers and mess, in relation to how I was when I made them - I may upgrade into a "yes", though I don't want people to think they're required
[13:39] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I loved this ref [static.f-list.net] in particular though!
Same with me, in all honesty-- it used to be something that I thought was a little bit "gross", but I've really began to love it more and more when it comes to WG RP's!
[13:40] Rebecca Carmel: Also, trashy partners as a thing, people rarely mention that one. What do you like there
[13:41] Alys Lucine Hydrick: The whole "Fat, Lazy, Unintelligent" vibe is great, super loving the cheap-and-tacky clothes (especially when it's combined with a Southern sort of 'hospitality'), drinking and smoking?
[13:42] Rebecca Carmel: Southern hospitality? You've got me intrigued there. But yeah, fat, lazy, dumb, and slob are all fetishes that combine super well
[13:44] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Oh, 100%, especially when combined with corruption and stuff? Making someone who's athletic, and fit, and somewhat active physically and mentally and reallydumbing them down with all that fat. (--and by Southern, I just mean that the general hick-sort of vibe? Deep-fried everything, the slurred accent, it's A+!)
[13:45] Rebecca Carmel: Okay, yeah I get you. Corruption is a sweet angle, yeah
[13:45] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Glad you think!
[13:45] Rebecca Carmel: So you're thinking of being changed?
[13:46] Rebecca Carmel: Usually I'm not particularly fat, btw - but I can be
[13:46] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I've got a huge weakness for Mutual Gaining; or at the very least, the feeder being pretty gosh darn fat.
[13:46] Rebecca Carmel: I figured, what with the fat momma pic you linked
[13:47] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Good to know you've got that intuition!
[13:47] Rebecca Carmel: What sort of tacky clothes go well with being Southern? That's a bit of a blind spot I'm getting
[13:48] Alys Lucine Hydrick: A good question! Daisy-Dukes I guess, more-so skintight tracksuits was down the line that I was considering?
[13:49] Rebecca Carmel: Oh, I'd have thought it'd be too warm for a tracksuit, but that's an amazing look
[13:49] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Trust me, amazing fails to do the look justice. ;)
[13:53] Rebecca Carmel: A tracksuit with a belly hanging out - rolls spilling between the over-stretched sportswear, who's owner has never run in her life - is a beautiful sight. Or tracksuit bottoms tucked under an overhanging beer belly, clearly too small to stretch over. And from behind, slipping down the cheeks of the laziest girl, exposing her clifflike cheeks and deep crack (panties optional)
[13:53] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah I'm a big fan
[13:53] Alys Lucine Hydrick: That is a beautiful description-- honestly.
I'm a huge fan to say the very least.
[13:54] Rebecca Carmel: Thanks!
[13:54] Alys Lucine Hydrick: You're extremely welcome!
[13:55] Rebecca Carmel: Hell, I've seen a few of those "people of wallmart" where they even wear a diaper with trashy clothes. Rarely anyone who looks nice mind, but still
[13:56] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Honestly, it just sounds terrific. Have you got any other kinks that you adore within your lists that I haven't mentioned?
[13:57] Rebecca Carmel: No, I don't think so - some stuff I do definitely like, but they don't seem like they'd be good in where this is going
[13:58] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Hey, I don't mind you mentioning them in the slightest! We haven't even got a plot yet, so I'm more than open to suggestions!
[13:59] Rebecca Carmel: Well normally I'm very doting, and spoil my partner rotten - but I don't think with corruption and low-class that works so well
[14:00] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Trust me, I adore doting and spoiling someone into a brat-- perhaps its' just the mannerisms of the lower-class though? They could easily come from a middle-class background and just choose to live like that manner, and who says that corruption can't be based on slowly corrupting a person's values through doting-on-them and spoiling em' rotten?
[14:02] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, that's a fair point
[14:02] Rebecca Carmel: Oh, what was the "possibly incest" bit, missed that first
[14:03] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Oh yeah, I mean, I don't mind incest either! Depends on how things pan out tbh?
[14:03] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, okay
[14:03] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Mm.
[14:04] Rebecca Carmel: What sort of thing are you thinking?
[14:04] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I mean, it's up to you! Though I'll confess, the idea of being spoiled into obesity does sound truly rather fun.
[14:06] Rebecca Carmel: Glad you like it! I do so love making people lazy, letting them be messy, encouraging them to be greedy (and dumb!)
[14:06] Alys Lucine Hydrick: That sounds like the perfect setting, really! :)
[14:06] Rebecca Carmel: This is a cute pic, where Alys is looking a bit thicker https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/10169542.png
[14:07] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Golly, thank you! That's the "thickest" photo I've got of Alys, but I truly do appreciate it!
[14:08] Rebecca Carmel: It's nice
[14:08] Rebecca Carmel: There's a girl who could be corrupted!
[14:08] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Absolutely! I did have a bit of an idea, if you wanted to hear it?
[14:09] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, absolutley
[14:12] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Okay, so I 100% had in mind a "mother-daughter" scenario. Her mother's the type to spoil people rotten, most importantly her daughter (possibly a single-mom), and thus, during high-school, she was teased for her weight and stuff like that? Having moved to college for a year though (and being unable to come back for Christmas and whatnot), she returns home for the summer and has greatly slimmed down, perhaps to about 140-ish pounds? She's thinner, healthier, even has less spots and pimples from her better diet! She's still not very popular, but content enough-- though being terribly lonely without her daughter home, and not wanting her to return to college after the summer, she increases her "spoiling" into outright fattening up her daughter, who is somewhat oblivious at first to her fat mom's hijinks?
[14:14] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, that sounds pretty cool! I'd love to see mom reel her daughter back in, encouraging bad habits
[14:14] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Oh, absolutely! That's exactly the route I wanted to go down, tbh!
[14:15] Rebecca Carmel: And then presumably creating quite the monster!
[14:15] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Exactly!
[14:15] Rebecca Carmel: Oh, pimples and things - health issues was another thing you liked, right?
[14:16] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Oh, yes, absolutely! Just the realistic effects of the fattening, y'know?
[14:16] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, absolutely. Going from a healthy college diet to being stuffed with junk, that'll set things off. And digestion!
[14:17] Alys Lucine Hydrick: 100%! Flatulence and whatnot is totally alright with me!
[14:18] Rebecca Carmel: I guess that'd be a good lead-in for mess?
[14:18] Alys Lucine Hydrick: That's what I thought too!
[14:18] Rebecca Carmel: How big, slobby, dumb and so on would you like her?
[14:18] Alys Lucine Hydrick: The mother or the daughter, might I ask?
[14:19] Rebecca Carmel: well both will be important
[14:20] Alys Lucine Hydrick: For the mother; I'd say that she's probably the jealous type (and doesn't want to be the fatty of the household), but is really slobby (and big!), probably around about the 650 lbs range? For the daughter, well, she'll get progressively worse than worse, turning into a bratty, spoiled slob who can scarcely think beyond her hunger? I'd imagine at the end of it, her mom would have to cancel her college place for her, because she'll be so "dumb"?
[14:21] Rebecca Carmel: That's really big for the mom - I'd probably want to be a bit smaller if that's alright
[14:21] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Sure! What were you thinking?
[14:22] Rebecca Carmel: Maybe 300s? Certainly fat, but not really morbidly obese
[14:23] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Would you be prepared for her to grow? I'd love if she got into the morbidly obese category by the "end" of things? Like, she's never really had a good control over her own wasteline?
[14:23] Alys Lucine Hydrick: **waistline
[14:24] Rebecca Carmel: Sure! With only junk food in the house, she's liable to expand a fair bit
[14:24] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Brilliant!
[14:25] Rebecca Carmel: She'll not be particularly smart, but quite cunning in sabotaging her baby
[14:25] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Perfect!
[14:26] Rebecca Carmel: How easily do you think Alys will break?
[14:27] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Well, I'm thinking that she's always been a gluttonous girl when she was younger, and old habits die hard?
[14:27] Rebecca Carmel: Oh right, yeah she'd been plump before
[14:27] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Mmm!
[14:29] Rebecca Carmel: Ah, I'm thinking something, maybe a photo of Alys when she was younger at her biggest (for her age, at least - I'm thinking maybe middle school, so it might give mom some ideas) would make Rebecca think of the plan
[14:31] Alys Lucine Hydrick: That sounds like the perfect plan, really!
[14:31] Rebecca Carmel: Are you okay with time skips?
[14:32] Rebecca Carmel: And they live in the south, right?
[14:32] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Yes, they do, and I'm just peachy with them!
[14:33] Rebecca Carmel: You said mom should be a slob too?
[14:33] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Mhmm!
[14:34] Rebecca Carmel: How much of one? Oddly enough I haven't really played one before
[14:36] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I'm thinking that she doesn't shower regularly? Doesn't leave the house at all, has a pretty turbulent digestive tract and maybe even wears adult-diapers later on down the line?
[14:37] Alys Lucine Hydrick: It'd be neat if she never really grew out of teenage acne either, and that's where Alys gets her skin problems from?
[14:37] Rebecca Carmel: Why the crossout?
[14:38] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Sorry about that!
[14:38] Rebecca Carmel: Hmm, I kind of like the idea - but I'd like to see Alys have them first probably, trying to work a good way to work them in for her?
[14:39] Rebecca Carmel: Was it not meant to?
[14:39] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Nah, meant it for someone else! Got messages confused-- but yeah, that's absolutely fine by me, I don't mind doing it that way either!
[14:41] Rebecca Carmel: Cool, cool. Can you think of a good way? Presumably it'll be fairly late in
[14:41] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I'm trying to think of one, actually-- and yeah, agreed.
[14:43] Rebecca Carmel: Did you say Alys was quite shy?
[14:43] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Absolutely! Shy, reclusive-- bit of a momma's girl?
[14:44] Rebecca Carmel: Works for me - momma's a bit more bossy I think.
[14:44] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Oh, absolutely!
[14:44] Rebecca Carmel: Is living on a trailer park a bit much?
[14:45] Alys Lucine Hydrick: No, I'm totally down with it!
[14:45] Rebecca Carmel: Cool, thought it'd be good for setting some things up
[14:46] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Such as, might I ask?
[14:47] Rebecca Carmel: Well for example, I was thinking of sabotaging stuff like the aircon and the shower (momma doesn't use it often, not much of a loss for her), works as a way for stuff not to be fixed
[14:48] Rebecca Carmel: Also maybe it's a reason Alys is shy, but momma is pretty bossy
[14:49] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Sure, that's totally grand! --and if you don't mind doing multi-character, to an extent, it could even involve a next-door-neighbour also? A fat slob of a trucker' who has a thing for fat girls, who the mother confides in about wanting to fatten up her daughter?
[14:49] Rebecca Carmel: Maybe? What are you thinking with that character
[14:50] Alys Lucine Hydrick: There's the question, I'm not sure-- I saw you mentioned some DDLG, which could be interesting to explore? She's lacking a "father-authority" figure anyhow?
[14:51] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, though that's usually a cutesy thing
[14:51] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Fair enough!
[14:53] Rebecca Carmel: Thoguh you reckoned Alys's quite a momma's girl?
[14:53] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Mhmm!
[14:54] Rebecca Carmel: what sort of things would you say go with that?
[14:54] Alys Lucine Hydrick: A good question! She could end up being babied at one point?
[14:55] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, if you like?
[14:56] Alys Lucine Hydrick: It's entirely up to you, in all honesty.
[14:57] Rebecca Carmel: Maybe, I could see it.
As she gets less intelligent, less independent, and lazier some babyish stuff might come.
[14:57] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Sure!
[14:57] Rebecca Carmel: Don't know. Anything else you'd like?
[14:57] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I don't think so, you?
[14:58] Rebecca Carmel: Nothing comes to mind
[14:58] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I mean, including drugs and whatnot (medication) to make her fatter would be great-- maybe with some side-effects that the mother doesn't really acknowledge, or comprehend?
[14:59] Rebecca Carmel: Ooh, I like the sound of that! What sorts of things are you thinking?
[15:00] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Like, perhaps its' the drugs which help "dumb-her-down", or cause her to sweat more frequently, or lose control of her continence? It'd be really hot if the whole town were "big", and in on fattening her up-- but that's totally unnecessary, even if it is only a small hick' sorta place.
[15:02] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, I think that could work well! Not on the town thing, but I really like the idea of her mom not expecting (but welcoming) the dumbing down
[15:02] Rebecca Carmel: How dumb would you want her to go?
[15:03] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Perhaps to the point where she can really only say basic sentences, probably with little-to-no arithmancy skills (she was never "smart" in the first place)?
[15:05] Rebecca Carmel: Oh right, so really dumb. Okay, that's cool with me!
[15:06] Rebecca Carmel: I wasn't thinking of that in the general way this was going, but it is something I like
[15:06] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Well, how dumb did you think? It could just get to the point where she's as bright as her mother, but it's your call!
[15:08] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, I was thinking just "not bright", but really dumb definitely works (and may lead to some baby stuff, if infantilisation/the LG half of DDLG are your thing)
[15:09] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Infantilisation and stuff is cool with me; but we can go with "not bright" either if you want. Maybe just sorta "Valley Girl"-esque hick?
[15:10] Rebecca Carmel: Either's good with me
[15:10] Alys Lucine Hydrick: It's your call! I don't want to play her as being "too stupid"? Not enough to graduate college, or make it through lectures (probably), but competent enough that she could work in a fast-food restaurant or something?
[15:11] Rebecca Carmel: Okay, yeah if that's a desired end state then "not bright" totally works
[15:12] Rebecca Carmel: But of course she'll be too big, too lazy and too slovenly for that
[15:12] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Exactly!
[15:12] Rebecca Carmel: How did you want to start?
[15:12] Alys Lucine Hydrick: An excellent question; I don't mind starting In Media Res if you wish?
[15:13] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Maybe Rebecca works part time as a nurse, hence why she was able to get this medication in the first place?
[15:14] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, maybe a week into summer (how long are summer holidays from college anyway?). Or we could have mom seeing the new you for the first time
[15:14] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, I could see that. Or something at a hospital.
[15:14] Alys Lucine Hydrick: A carer or something? Doesn't demand too much intelligence, merely that she cleans up and looks after people?
[15:15] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (I'd say we make it from the End of May to about mid-september though?)
[15:15] Rebecca Carmel: A carer might work, plus bonus experience with cleaning up people.
[15:16] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Exactly!
[15:17] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, a couple of days a week she works at a care home. Fairly low wage, but plenty to steal.
[15:17] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Brilliant!
[15:18] Rebecca Carmel: 1st or 3rd person?
[15:19] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Ooooh, an excellent question! Which do you prefer?
[15:19] Rebecca Carmel: I like 3rd, but I can do either
[15:20] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I was thinking of doing 1st, just for the practise (because it's been a while since I've did it), but I don't mind!
[15:21] Rebecca Carmel: I find 3rd is good for descriptions and skips, but it's your call
[15:21] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Alright, 3rd it is!
[15:22] Rebecca Carmel: Do you want to start it?
[15:22] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Depends where we're starting from!
[15:23] Rebecca Carmel: Oh, where do you think?
[15:24] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I'm not sure, really! We could get into the nitty-gritty (and backsplain a little bit, to detail how she's just arrived home, and after looking at a photo of her daughter graduating from Middle-School, the matriarch decides that it's in her "best interests" to be fatter and more indulged?)
[15:25] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, okay.
[15:25] Alys Lucine Hydrick: I mean, it's entirely up to you, I don't want to make you uncomfortable!
[15:27] Rebecca Carmel: No, I get you. Do you think /me posting works well for RP/not-RP distinction, or are you not a fan
[15:27] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Sure, that's a perfect distinction between RP and Not-RP discussion!
[15:28] Rebecca Carmel: Do you want to start a ways into the plan and have some backsplaining, or start at the start
[15:28] Alys Lucine Hydrick: The former means we can get to the "good" bit quicker, but this is a mutual decision!
[15:29] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Maybe the first night Rebecca starts to put her plan into "action"? Half-a-week or so in?
[15:29] Rebecca Carmel: I was thinking that! Does lose her going through some changes though
[15:29] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Maybe the first night Rebecca starts to put her plan into "action"? Half-a-week or so in?
[15:29] Rebecca Carmel: I'd call that the start
[15:30] Alys Lucine Hydrick: Hmm.
I mean, we'd cut by the reunion and whatnot, and she'd be settled in at home, though maybe after days of being treated with banquets for dinners (and her clothes beginning to get tight on her), things intensify, such as including the drugs and whatnot?
[15:31] Rebecca Carmel: Yeah, I'm thinking the drugs are a thing maybe a few weeks down the line - so we could start there!
[23:18] Rebecca Carmel: (Was smoking somehting you wanted to include?))
[23:18] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (Sure, I'm more than happy to include it!)
[23:21] Rebecca Carmel: ((weed as well?))
[23:21] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( I'm down with it, it is a known appetite-increaser, after all! ))
[23:21] Rebecca Carmel: ((what I thought! Also not great for intelligent thought))
[23:21] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( Exactly! ))
[23:22] Rebecca Carmel: ((anything you want to add? And should she be a bit heavier when some of the grosser stuff starts?))
[23:25] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( I'd imagine so, yeah? What do you want to be the next "weight" stage, by the way? I was unsure if this [images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com] or this [images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com] are perhaps too heavy? ))
[23:27] Rebecca Carmel: ((depends how fat you want her to end up I think))
[23:30] Rebecca Carmel: ((I was wondering though if this current stage might be a good time for her clothing to take a shift towards - or be mentioned as having done so - the trashy. She's about this size this sorta [imgur.com], right? Maybe a little smaller))
[23:31] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( I mean, have you seen the Maggie Comics by Koudelka, they might be a good reference for how "high" he go in sizing? But yeah, she's roughly about the size of that imgur photo! ))
[23:33] Rebecca Carmel: ((yes, I know it - what point are you thinking there?))
[23:33] Rebecca Carmel: ((Presumably not where she is *now)
[23:33] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( I just thought it might be a decent indicator of when to "stop", size-wise? Not now, obviously. ))
[23:36] Rebecca Carmel: ((yeah that sounds good - where in Maggie are we looking?))
[23:37] Alys Lucine Hydrick: An excellent question! For the limit, maybe about 49? ))
[23:42] Rebecca Carmel: ((possibly a little big - I'm not a fan of mobility at that size - but immobile there, and like 42, that's grand. If you know koudelka's gluttony girl, all exept the last one are great)
[23:44] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( Fair enough! I was wondering where your limits were-- and I'm glad we've found them! 42 is an excellent panel though! Have you seen the Allisa ones as well? ))
[23:47] Rebecca Carmel: ((Well, I do like MASSIVE maggie, Immobile as she is in 50 is fine for a bit of a late end. And yeah, as with Gluttony Girl, all but the last are great)
[23:48] Alys Lucine Hydrick: (( Agreed, every panel except for the last one with Gluttony Girl is A+! ))



Story:
Part 1

Rebecca Carmel smiled to herself as she unscrewed the medicine box and pocketed the pills within. It was a work day, unfortunately, but that at least enabled this pharmaceutical heist - she'd been helping out yesterday around the home when a picture in the room had gotten her cogs turning: the room's occupant, Mrs Yately, had been a rail-thin bag of nerves when she was admitted to the home, but that was easily forgotten when one looked at the round old woman who currently was sitting in the TV room. This reminder of the old woman's prior state had immediately struck Rebecca's mind, and she put a mind to pilfer the medication at once. If it could do that to the skinny old dear, there was high hopes it would have the same effect on her daughter, greatly speeding up her transformation.

That project had also been inspired by a picture. Rebecca had been so shocked and dismayed when Alys returned from college so changed - not having seen her daughter in almost 7 months, she couldn't believe how the girl had changed. From the lovely, sweet and plump teenager that had boarded a plane, she'd returned so slim (at least by Rebecca's standards), and a bit stand-offish. It has made her mother, who was quite a large woman by any standard, and already put out by how being "busy" had meant Alys couldn't visit over the holidays, so upset. Where had her lovely cuddly little girl gone, and who was this slim snob? It made her miss her little girl, and when she looked back at old photos - specifically her middle-school graduation, where her height hadn't come yet - Rebecca had had an idea. She missed that round, adorable blonde little girl, with her teenage awkwardness and messy happiness - maybe Alys would be like that again if she was like that again - fat. Rebecca had set out on a mission to get that not-so-little girl back, and break the college-girl her daughter had become. She cooked up a storm, frying everything she could find, and brought it to the couch where Alys was watching a movie. She'd been surprised by the food, but not said no, and as she smiled back at her mom and said "thanks" Rebecca saw the ghost of the girl she had been, and that gave her another idea. If she was nice to Alys, really nice, she might come home more often (or maybe not want to go back - Rebecca never really approved of her going, and despite the evidence that her daughter was having a decent time, she was of the opinion that no-one really [b]wanted]/b] to go to college). She was determined to be the best mom she could be for her babygirl, giving her treats and sweets - and beer. If anything would knock that prissiness out of her, it was bound to be a bit of beer. She'd had other ideas too - she'd noticed Alys showering every day, so the shower mysteriously "broke", and she turned off the aircon - being warm would likely make her girl lazy and thirsty, she thought. All part of the plan, and the results, well they were showing.

Alys Lucine Hydrick 's eyes were glued to the television; watching a serial drama about graduation and frat-parties and all sorts of adolescent melodrama which made her feel all warm and gushy inside. Being at home again was a change for her-- nothing startling or anything like that, but instead, something she savoured with a sense of nostalgia. After all, after a busy midterm of exams, "partying" (or at least, being invited to one at the very end of the semester), what could be better than returning to the loving arms of her mother, whose face seemed warped in shock when she stepped through the front-door that the sense of pride which had bubbled within her was almost a palpable feeling, something she could say that she achieved; without outside help and through strict, ruthless dieting.

You see, Alys had always been a fat girl-- since she was a toddler with thirty more pounds on her bubbly, plump frame than she ought' to, scarcely increasing in height and remaining the butt of many a' "butterball" joke by other kids'; from preschool and onwards into Middle'. Things died down a little in high-school, becoming something of a "nobody" as she spent her lunch-times in the nearest maccas', filling the empty hole in her heart with salty fries and double-decker cheeseburgers. College changed everything though, for better (or in her mother’s eyes for worse); free from her mothers' mollycoddling and left to the hands of the big, bad world. Old habits slipped away into nothingness, and soon-- she was one of those people-- the types who signed themselves up to "Weight Watchers" programs, did pilates, and ate like a gerbil on greenery and lean meats until the pounds, quite literally, feel away from her frame, ridding herself of baby-fat and giving her a slimmer (though not totally "thin") physique by the time she had arrived back in her home-state of Alabama; a new woman, figuratively and literally. Misinterpreting her mothers' mortification as pride, however, she merely accepted the spoiling as a means of congratulating her on her new 'shape'-- having outgrown her 'babyfat' and even adopting curves that attracted the attention of a (few) boys' back at campus, her features practically free from zits', and her health overall improving! Things were too good to be true though-- for it seemed like that hard-work and progress was slipping away the longer she stayed at her mothers'; like this morning for instance! After having to suffer two days without showering or air-con (features which robbed her of her energy, and cleanliness), she was struggling to fit into her Size 10 jeans; a blubbery overflow of fat spilling out over the top of the waistband, creating a muffin-top that was marred in stretch-marks and dimpled with cellulite. Frustrated, she'd forfeited the attempt with a pair of her old sweatpants instead (unwashed, and lying at the bottom of her drawer), hesitant to put them on with how big they were on her slightly thickened thighs, the slightest hint of a returning double-chin wobbling as she returned to the sofa in the 'living-room', glancing towards her sedentary mother - just home from work - with a concerned expression, trembling with apprehension. "Mom? I don't suppose you might have shrunk my jeans in the wash? That's the third pair in as many weeks.."


Rebecca Carmel looked over at her daughter, noting with some satisfaction the way she lounged on the couch - and even had a nearly-empty coke. It was probably due to the heat in the trailer, but as she only stocked the fridge with fizzy drinks, full fat milk and alcohol, her daughter's choices were limited.

"Ah, I mighta hun, I'm sorry - I guess I'm jus' not used to washin' em so much" Rebecca lied to cover her oversized ass - she,of course, had done nothing of the sort. She hadn't even washed them, just giving them a spay with air-freshener and put them back in the draw. She lumbered in through the living room, scrubs rustling, and passed the brown paper bag she was carrying from right to left hand and offering it to her daughter.
"Here, I called in the drive-thru onna way home, thought you sumthin'", she said - the bag was loaded with the finest, largest, cheapest burgers the golden arches could offer, and a small mountain of greasy, salty fries. "Anyway I'm parched, you want a beer too?" she continued, furthering the offensive against Alys's waistline. It was only half past four, but the doughy mother always started her drinking early.

Alys Lucine Hydrick was slipping into "bad" habits; her thighs lodged apart by the seat of her sweats, with the faint scent of stale perspiration mingling with the fresh as she tugged at the collar of her tank-top; stretched across the dome of her bloated stomach, still swollen from breakfast this morning. The coke in her hand was almost drizzled to the last, sugary droplets; with no fruit-juice or carbonated water to be had in sight, something that she was scarcely reminded of when given such a tempting offer.

"I-It's alright, maw', honestly, can always buy a few new pair, right? They're cheaper back here anyhow--" With no reasoning to question her mother's fabricated fib', she merely settled into her seat on the couch; jostling on the spot to get herself comfortable as the white noise of the television settled her into a sedentary position of malleability. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she saw that brown, paper-bag however, the grease collecting in the bottom and saturating the wrapping as she beamed.

"Golly, thanks maw! You've just been treatin' me so well these last few weeks-- I really missed it, ya' know?" McDonalds had always been her favourite, ever since she was a (not-so-little) girl; reaching forward with a huff to tear open the bag as she eyed a particularly oily big-mac'; stuffing a handful of fries into her mouth before taking a colossal -chomp-, punctuating her enjoyment with a groan as she relaxed back into the fabric, giving an excited nod towards the offering of beer. All this talking was making her real thirsty.

Rebecca Carmel smiled at Alys's reaction - her cheerful chomping of fatty burger and acceptance of the proffered beer. She shuffled into the double-wide's kitchen and opened the fridge, relishing the blast of cool air on her hefty chest as she retrieved the cheap brew from amongst a box-load of its compatriots. Above the beer, large bottles of coke lay in a row, and above them was a selection of confectionery - chocolate stashed away from the Alabama heat, cream-cakes and cheesecakes, and actual cheese - sliced, grated and a couple of blocks - she'd always loved the stuff. A few microwavable morsels joined butter, jars of mayo and spread and a few cans of whipping cream on the top shelf - there was nothing green or remotely healthy in the place. This was a fairly normal state of affairs, but it helped her here - there was nothing else for Alys to eat (all that salad couldn't last), and they'd sold her daughter's car when she moved away, so when she was at work Alys couldn't go shopping. Popping the tops of her daughter's beer and her own, she returned, and once she'd handed the bottle to Alys, took a hearty swig of her own

 Alys Lucine Hydrick was in fast-food heaven; blissfully enjoying every -chomp- of that fatty, double-cheese-sliced burger, licking the rivulets of tasty bacon from her lips as she dove into the treasure-trove of a bag with her hand, pulling out enough unwrapped burgers to cover the entirety of her pudgy midsection, the scent of those bun-filled patties making her wobble her thighs in excitement, taking her time to unwrap each one in a delicate manner before closing her eyes, and biting in to the first "little" morsel. Bite-after-bite returned her to the days of her childhood, where it would be a daily routine to stop into the Golden Arches, or Wendy's, or even the Colonel's own shrine for some golden-fried chicken tenders', having never known leafy greens and food with "nutritional value" from her adolescent years. Chips were another weakness of hers, family-bags stashed away in the top shelves of the kitchen, often happily snaked upon as she binged a season of so-and-so on Netflix, often with a bottle (or two) of empty coke lounging against her widening hips. The melted, oozing cheese from the burgers, the itty-bitty onions which provided a hint of bite, the smearing of ketchup-and-mustard, everything transported her back as before long, all that remained was empty wrappers, and an ache for something salty and potato-flavoured as she mindlessly fed herself with the fries, taking a long and hearty gulp of beer' before letting out a guttural belch, rumbling and deep; her cheeks morphing into an intense shade of crimson as she wafted the volatile stench away. "S-Sorry bout' that, 's gotta just be the milk or somethin'."

Rebecca Carmel chortled at her daughter's emission, returned now from getting changed. In place of the pastel scrubs she now wore an outfit similar to her daughter's - grey strechpants strained to cover her bulging thighs and a pink tank-top clung to her rolling bosom and the upper slopes of her hanging gut, while the bottom peaked free, exposed to the warm and recently-befouled air of the living room.

"Don' appologise hun, better out than in I say!" she laughed kindly - internally though, she rolled her eyes. What a prissy mannerism, she thought - blushing was like the daughter she knew, old Alys had been such a sweetie, but she'd never been ashamed of herself (or so Rebecca thought). Rebecca had never really been one for manners, and seeing how her daughter tried to be so correct sometimes was driving her up the wall. She did note with pleasure how quickly the girl was going through the bag, chowing down the double-stack mac like it would evaporate. She knew that had been the right choice, but if her plan went right it'd be just a snack. She went again to the kitchen, her braless breasts bouncing as she waddled across the trailer - that too was a similarity with her daughter, though this was intentional - she'd ruined Alys's bras a week ago. Grabbing two packs of chips and another pair of beers, handing one of each over to her daughter's side as she joined her on the couch, noting her lack of response as acceptance. They watched TV in companionable quietness for a while.

Alys Lucine Hydrick just couldn't help it! You couldn't exactly belch in your flat with your roommate thinking you were some disgraceful, uneducated hillbilly! ...or at least, that was her mindset; terrified of being embarrassed for being a stereotypical "fat-girl" who somehow managed to squirm her way into a college education. She could feel how tight the tank-top was on her soft, albeit enlarged breasts; how it strained and failed to stretch across the entire, pale domain of her stomach (free of a summer tan' from how long she'd spent indoors), instead struggling to remain its' control over her belly-button, her nose twitching at the scent of her own befoulment.

"I know, maw', just a bit.. different, been back home, y'know? Ya'... forget some stuff." Her excuse came with a brand of uncertainty, that flush of color spreading across the entirety of her expression, though not entirely due to embarrassment. She felt like a hog in heat to say the very least-- sweltering as sweat sizzled upon her brow, made the precarious domain of her armpits smell all the more... 'fragrant' with the natural stink of B.O, something that she was unable to remedy when all of her "womanly fresheners" disappeared at once. With her low-hanging, braless breasts sitting atop her stomach, she licked her lips in subconscious appreciation of the puffy, red-hot flamin cheetos' brought over by her Mom; tearing open the bag and offering her a handful as she popped open the top of her beer, sinking into the couch with comfort as they watched TV together, just like they used to do.

Rebecca Carmel enjoyed the show - some sitcom, which was funny enough, but what she was really enjoying was the companionship. She'd missed this, being with her daughter, relaxing as they laughed along at the show, snacking and chatting. This, she was convinced, was the life her daughter deserved, not off away at some college somewhere. Opening up her own bag, she offered the spicy chips to Alys and thought about how best to sneak those pills into her daughter's meals. She considered just mixing them in with something she baked - it had been her habit, back in the day, to bake cakes and brownies, and she'd already thought about reviving the tradition. If she was using nostalgia to bring her baby back and bulk her up, then that was sure to help, and it would be easy to drop a pill or two in the mix. Only thing was though, as much as she didn't mind being a big woman, she wasn't all that keen on the idea of getting bigger. Already she wasn't as fast as she used to be, and she wasn't sure how big the pills would make her if she accidentally ate them - and given her own predilection towards midnight snacks, that wasn't out the question. The credits rolled, and an advert boomed on the TV's screen - a glossy pink drink poured from a blender jug into a glass as the voiceover described all the vitamins contained within the health drink - and that gave her the idea. She would buy shake mixes - Alys had mentioned she drank something that sounded an awful lot like that advert (and just plain awful), and Rebecca could offer her a similar shake of her own making - with a special ingredient. It was genius - and it took a second for her not to get up and shout in success. She got up anyway - the chips had brought up a thirst in her, so she rose from the couch to get more beer and, as her sizeable stomach grumbled, she went to put the fryer on.
"Alys sweetie, what chu want, thighs or wi-, ah, forget it, Imma do both! Anything else you want wit these?" she called over to her daughter where she slouched, holding up the bags of frozen chicken and chips

Alys Lucine Hydrick wasn't paying too much attention to the show (some re-run that she'd seen years back), instead content with just chatting away to her mother, something that she had.. missed, when she left for college. Sure, she phoned every now and then (increasingly less often as the months went on), but there was a stark difference between making awkward chit-chat over the telephone line, and sitting down next to her, happily munching away on cheese puffs n' cheetos, recalling old times and her younger years. The spicy chips were taken in an instant, crammed into her mouth with little-to-no thought as she wiped the orange-hued dust onto the fabric of her tank-top, marring it in foodstuff as she watched her mother heave herself up from the couch, spreading herself out a little more as the oh-so-familiar smell of the deep-fat fryer bubbled away in their little hob of a kitchen', contemplating the question with a furrowed brow as she chewed at her lip, about to mention something like a caesar salad' before remembering that there was no lettuce, ..or any fresh vegetables within the household. Instead, she rang out during an advert; "Maybe some tater tots'? --and you're putting on some gravy, right? Maybe we should have some of em' biscuits you got yesterday with em', to soak up those meat juices--" Her head didn't turn to regard her, eyes instead intently focused on the T.V as the show returned from breaks.

Rebecca Carmel nodded at the suggestions "Sure thing hun, you got it", she agreed - she crouched to the freezer and retrieved them, and a pack of corndogs for good measure. Humming away as Alys giggled along to the laugh track, she was in high spirits as she fried a flock's worth of wings and thighs, a good basket load of fries and cooked up some rich gravy. Soon the feast of greasy meat and potato products was cooking - a mountain of fried food for just the two of them, but surprisingly not much more than the meals they'd eaten together when Alys was at school. She unfolded a table and placed it between their seats in front of the couch - within easy reach - and returned to decant the dinner from the oven, pan and fryer. On the tray they were joined by sauce bottles - BBQ, ranch, mayo, ketchup, mustard and blue cheese, she kept a wide selection. She brought all this, and a quartet of beers to the table, but no plates, cutlery or cloth - this was finger food, and it wouldn't hurt for her daughter to remember that.

 Alys Lucine Hydrick was always a "blue-cheese" girl; loving the delicious mingling of salty cheddar and thick, creamy buttermilk in her mouth, particularly with spicy wings, especially the ones made by her maw'. Draining her beer-bottle before the meal was entirely cooked, she released another belch from all that pent-up gas bubbling within her, not daring to excuse it this time after her mother's response before, with her eyes as wide as saucers as that feast was presented before her-- greasy wings, and beefy thighs; potato products galore, all battered or fried in some way, shape or form, golden and crispy and begging to be devoured in a moment's notice. Draining out a good dollop of dip', she was about to reach forward to grasp a particularly fatty piece of chicken-thigh before pausing, glancing around for any napkins, or at least something to clean the grease from her hands with. "Uhh... maw, are you forgetting something? I mean, I don't wanna get my sweats' dirty or nothin', we got any cloth there?"

Rebecca Carmel tutted at that, shaking her blonde head, "Naw Aly," she said, keeping her tone light "your maw don't forget things - thems old sweats, you don't need no cloth." she thought for a moment, then said with a sigh "but if'n you have to have one, fine". Ponderously she rose, belly slumping as she got back to her feet - she was putting on a bit of an act, but it was all well and good if Alys felt she was putting her mother out some. She grabbed kitchen roll and lumbered back to the couch - Alys had already started despite her protest, she noted smugly, dipping another breaded piece of chicken into the rich blue cheese.

"Here you go hun", she said as she made an impromptu napkin with the roll, and lowering herself to the couch she made one for herself - her daughter wasn't wrong exactly, it would help. Holding herself back a little to give Alys more of a chance to eat, they chewed together in the silence of full mouths as the next episode of the sitcom played. She snorted at a particularly good zinger, and out of the corner of her eye noticed Alys giggled as well - despite her mouthful of chicken. As the fried feast dwindled, she thought about her plan

Alys Lucine Hydrick felt her lips tug into a frown, trying desperately to dismiss her unhappiness towards this sentiment as she realised how much she had truly put out her mother in this effort. "Y-You don't have to, I really can just..." Her soft arms settled at her side for a momentary second, before the enticing scent of breaded, golden chicken enticed her to begin, nudging forward a little bit to drench the morsel held between her thumb and forefinger in rich, blue-cheese, making sure that even the tips of her fingers were submerged within before lifting the dripping morsel up to her lips, droplets coating the bare dome of her stomach as she gave out a moan; that rich, creamy flavour melting away any insecurities she had towards mannerisms.

"Thanks, momma'--" came her gratuitous reply, tucking it into the sailor-scoop of her tank-top as she continued with their silent, unpardoned feasting. She could get used to this-- she thought in the sanctuary of her mind, used to the relaxed lifestyle, the afternoons-and-evenings spent idly grazing away, though she cast the thought from her head. She wasn't the smartest tool in the shed, but she worked hard to get into college, and this was-- ...her train of thoughts was interrupted by a particularly cracking joke, her jaw jarred open and revealing the mushy mouthful of her chicken as she giggled, and gaggled.

 Rebecca Carmel pondered as the mother and daughter ploughed through the meal, taking swigs of cool beer to offset spice and wash down the greasy food. She had the pills safely stashed, and she had an idea of how she was going to introduce them. The pile dwindled, and at a point - with maybe a fifth of the original amount left, she stopped eating. Letting Alys have the remainder, she waited for a commercial break, and in the lull (as Alys switched her attentions from the TV to the food between them) she asked: "So, Aly - I'm goin' ta walmart tomorrow, an I know you said you been missin' them there health-drink you make back at college. I was thinkin' I might get a blender an' see if we can't have a go at makin' our own, whatchu think?"

Alys Lucine Hydrick was more than happy to dig deep and plough on ahead without the cold, refreshing taste of budweiser to offset the pungent spices, feeling the cloying grease stick to the back of her throat as she continued to mindlessly indulge. As the television zapped to the infomercials, she focused the whole of her attention to the remnants that was left, hardly fussy with her pickings as she slurped the batter from a corndog, scratching the underside of her belly as she regarded her mother with a curious gaze, tearing the meat from the skewer before giving an enthused nod. "If you're up for it maw', then I'd love ta'! I think it's time we get a bit more healthy, don't cha' think? Even if we don't have no greenery and that, those health drinks have tons of vitamins and good stuff in em'-- and they don't taste that bad! You'll get used to em'!"

 Rebecca Carmel nodded along - if she could play the supporting mother, reminding Alys how much she was behind her daughter, while sabotaging her efforts, all the better. She didn't agree with what Alys was saying, but she could use it an excuse to get a blender - and, beer lubricated thoughts coming swiftly now, she could use the emphasis on the drink as their "efforts". She knew that as long as Alys thought she was doing something to keep healthy she'd have a lot less motivation to do more, and in the Arizona heat and with a full heavy belly sapping her energy, she'd probably think that was enough.

"I'm sure you're right hun, you're the smart one", she said in a positive tone, taking another sip. She'd seen on the cooking channel milkshakes being made, and she fully intended to make her shakes as fattening as she could - they'd used chocolate and ice-cream; another thing for her list, she thought, especially with how warm it'd get over summer and with the air con being "broken". Looking over as Alys finished the last greasy morsels, she figured she'd show some more motherly love.
"You want anything else from walmart Als? Anythin' you been cravin, anythin' you can't get up at college?" she managed not to sneer the word "anythin' you want hun, just name it"

Alys Lucine Hydrick was actually rather happy that her mother was supporting her through this, though she wouldn't make those opinions vocal, of course. These last few weeks had challenged her, in the very least, and she couldn't help but feel that her life-changing 180-degree twist-of-events was slowly turning back, that perhaps her jeans hadn't shrunk in the wash after all; but hearing those reassuring words was more than enough to consider that her mother was just looking out for her, in all the way she understandably could. The heat was sweltering, and as exercise was totally out of the picture (she didn't want to faint whilst jogging), this was the second best alternative..
"Awww, thanks mom~!" She chimed sweetly, taking a chug of her beer to sate the thirst building in her throat. The last few bitefuls were savoured, assuring that the golden batter of chicken was sticking to her lips (at least the taste was) as she chowed down on cheese-laden fries, suckling the salty remnants from her fingers in order to savour every last bite before turning towards her Mom, thinking of all the recipes in her "Weight Watchers" catalogue...
...before abandoning them entirely, she was on Holiday, for peats' sake!
"Could you get me twinkies, ma? I've never been able to get em' farther up north-- and Reese's Cups, and more chips, and maybe you can get a few so-and-so's for while you're out working, just for keeping me fed while you're out--..."

Rebecca Carmel was happy to hear the calorific additions to her shopping list, noting with pleasure a few of Alys's childhood favourites - clearly, being back home had at least made her belly nostalgic. And, she noted wryly, not so stick-thin. Alys was sporting a significant food baby, a dome of pale flesh pushing out from her middle, sending her tank-top towards her braless breasts and pressing her sweatpants down. Clearly the weeks at home were doing their job, and she was now hoping to step it up a notch,

"I can do that dear, I'll get them for sure - I'll get stuff you can just pop in the microwave, no hassle." She didn't want Alys to have to cook - there was always the chance she might make something diet-y, so this seemed like the best way to go. She would get beer, of course, and all the stuff they usually had in the fridge and freezer - sweet, stodgy and plenty of meat, the mainstay of her diet. Soda too, and ice cream, both for eating and for the shakes. Another idea re-occurred to her.
"And how about I get some bakin' supplies - you always used to love bakin'?" she asked - not just for her plan to fatten up Alys, she did miss their bonding over baking. A great way to kill two birds with one stone. She yawned then - with a fairly full belly, several beers, the heat and a long day of work, she was getting pretty pooped

Alys Lucine Hydrick had always been a gluttonous little sweet-tooth, the type who'd sneak chocolate-bars from the pantry when she thought her mother wasn't looking (not that she cared), and spent her weekly sum of pocket-money on M&M's or a family-bar of Hershey's'. Excitement bubbled someplace inside of her, knowing that these items were usually forbidden on her "diet-scheme", yet caring little, after all-- she'd lost so much weight, right? Somewhat unaware (or ignorant) to her blatant food-baby, bulging out from her midsection and giving her the illusion of carrying a child, almost to full-term. Her braless, sagging breasts sat atop that taut dome, whilst the waistband of her sweatpants sneaked downwards until it could do scarcely more than remain prevalent above her crotch.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to go makin' a mess of the kitchen or nothing--" She chimed, believing that was the reasoning behind her mother's insistence on microwave-meals. Everything just felt good-- being at home again, being here, with her Mom, and she couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying the company, or the treatment; far from it, it was as if the matriarch was putting out every rug and carpet for her.
"C-Can we!! I'd love that!" She exclaimed, paining herself as she jostled her gut, swollen in the palms of her hands. It took her more than a singular attempt to heave herself up, echoing her yawn as she arched her back back, her gut seemingly having a gravitational orbit of its' own. "I think I'm gonna hit the sack, ma'--"

 Rebecca Carmel shook her head with a nod. "Yeah, course we can babe, just like the old days" she said, somewhat groggily. Slowly, with the deliberate precision of someone who has been large all her life and knew it well, Rebecca also rose - it was stately, but with her thick thighs splayed wide and belly hanging forward as she leaned and used it's weight to aid her, she only needed one attempt. She folded the table and tray away in the kitchen and scratched her backside as she left the kitchenette. Seeing Alys standing in the lounge looking at her, the rotund mother smiled, spread her arms wide and closed with her daughter. She took the teen in a warm, slightly sweaty hug, her jostling blubber bouncing against the firmness of Alys's stuffed gut. The pair embraced, not saying anything for a time, then parted with a slight sticking noise.
"I'm so happy to have you here, you do know that don't you sweetheart?" she asked, tilting her head to look with love at the slim woman her chubby little girl had become. #

Alys Lucine Hydrick was more than content to feel her mother's blubbery frame embrace her once more, despite how humid-and-sweaty it was from the torrential heat, she nuzzled her head into the crook of her double-chin-addled neck as her arms struggled to meet her entire circumference, feeling the solid firmness of her gut press against her mothers' as she embraced the older woman, not wanting to apart until her mother made the first move to do so.
"O-Of course, ma', it's just-- it's just so good to see ya' again, heaven knows I missed cha'--"

Rebecca Carmel's double chin bobbed as she hugged her little girl, wrapping the smaller and shorter woman in softness; she nodded, voice catching slightly as she replied.
"Course I do baby, Lord I've missed..." she stopped a moment, not wanting to spoil the mood "...anyway, it's so good to have ya back hun"
She squeezed Alys's shoulders one last time, then broke off the hug - their warm, sweaty bodies making a sticking noise as they parted. She stepped sideways past Alys and wobbled over into her bedroom. Emotional now, she still was firm in the plan she'd plotted - perhaps convinced more than ever that she wanted to keep her daughter home if she could.
Part 2

Rebecca Carmel had worked hard over the past month and a half - she was a naturally lazy woman, but she'd put her all into this plan. Determined to win her daughter's will, she went on a total charm offensive for her baby - if there was anything Alys wanted, any way she wanted something done, Rebecca was on it. She wanted Alys to know how much she loved her, and to make being at home irresistible. Chief in this was making sure the trailer was stocked with her favourite foods - the fridge and cupboards bulged with treats. When they cooked together this went double - they bonded baking tray after tray of Aly's childhood. As well as a blender, she'd also picked up a cooler on her fateful shopping trip - cool beer and tubs of ice-cream were now a constant companion by the couch-side, and that was where Alys was parked most of the day. That blender, she'd found, was an excellent investment - it was easy enough for Rebecca to slip a pill in every other shake, and she made them often enough for Alys, but she'd also found out (from one of the dudes on the park) that muscle powder was high-calorie, and like her once-clueless mother Alys accepted muscle and health as synonyms. With the temperature in the trailer ever rising, Alys had negligible motivation to exercise, and Rebecca's constant bombardment of food - not to mention the effects of the pills - had made it from difficult to nigh impossible. A month and a half of this treatment had made some dramatic changes...

Alys Lucine Hydrick had been waiting for her mother to come home, having missed her leaving this morning for work when she awoke at midday, ravenous and despondent. Gone, however, was that almost toned body that her mother detested, and hence returned the familiar sight of greasy, sweaty flab. Alys shovelled a burrito in her mouth with her sausage-like fingers, pausing briefly to let out a gurgled, guttural belch and push away a strand of her long, greasy hair. A glob of beans and oozing, molten-cheese dripped out from the burrito and into the large crevasse between her bloated, sagging teats; something she fished for with fattened, sausage-like fingers as the TV blared with some trashy hick'-show that her mother and her found particularly immersing. Over the past month (and a bit), she'd subconsciously found herself victim to the medication's chemical-induced effects, her lifestyle completely sedentary save for the rare circumstance where her mother invited her to bake with her, or when she had to use the bog' for the turbulence caused by her atrocious diet. Every ounce of hard-work and laborious labour had almost disappeared, and it was without any mistake at all whatsoever that she had returned to her two-hundred and fifty pound (plus!) state of obesity, her swollen ankles propped up on the dip in the sofa where her mom usually sat, with a tub of ice-cream kept at her side to fight off the excruciating heat of the summer sweltering forecast. Sipping one one of those "health-shakes" that her mother had kept in her personal little cooler' bought just for her baby-girl, the decadent taste of chocolate-y cocoa made her settle back in the chair, scratching the underside of her bloated, muffin-top of a gut which spilled over the ill-fitting waistband of her sweats' (not changed in four days, at least), she awaited her mother to get home, her mind's thoughts trailing to the contents of dinner...

Rebecca Carmel drove back to the trailer park, singing along (badly) to the country radio. Next to her on the ford's passenger side sat 3 bags from the drive-thru. One was open, and she dipped a hand in to retrieve a handful of fries, but the others were rolled and sealed - just for Alys. She always brought back fast food when she went out, and Alys always seemed grateful. In the back was a load of food - mostly frozen, to be batch-cooked for another of their massive meals, but she'd also emptied a good portion of the store's pastry case: cream cakes, muffins and doughnuts sat next to the bags of frozen food. Alongside this haul was a crate of beers, and she'd piled on multipacks of chips and a broad selection of baking ingredients - including five cans of whipped cream, which was unlikely to all be used for baking: last week she'd found Alys reliving her childhood by squirting straight from the can into her mouth. Pulling in to their lot, Rebecca took the bags of fast-food first. Despite the Alabama heat, it was more important to her that Alys get her food first. Seeing her plumped-up offspring lounging on the couch, she smiled and wobbled over, depositing all 3 bags next to Aly's pooling paunch and lumbering off before her daughter could even think of offering to help bring in the shopping. Not that she would - Rebecca had told her she needn't bother the first couple of times of asking, and she'd rapidly become too lazy to even give a token offer in the weeks since then

 Alys Lucine Hydrick could hear the deafening, gurgled roar of her mother's pick-up truck' clearing into the lot', something that sent an excited shudder of trepidation down her spine, as if she could already smell the tangy grease that would soon be sticking to her lips the moment her ma' walked through the door. The haul was another thought altogether-- instead wiggling her fat toes with excitement as she almost snatched the first oil-saturated bag from her sweaty hand, fingers that looked akin to overstuffed sausages wriggling inside of the bag and pulling out a meaty, double-decker "Gutbuster" from a nearby fast-food diner that had recently opened up; something she was hesitant to try at first until she sampled their 'fried three times' fries smothered in heated chili and gooey cheese. Since then, she was hooked, and this was no exception in the slightest; the rashers of sizzling bacon being plucked out, and dined upon with an excitement only seen when food like this was getting offered to her on a proverbial silver-platter, before she-- without warning, started to cram mouthful after mouthful of the hefty-sized hamburger into her mouth, smearing ketchup in a ring around her lips as her muffled groans spurred out into the air, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed, and rinse-and-repeat. "Hey-- Mo-- UUuuuuuuuurrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP, Mom, how was-- how was work?" She questioned, mid-bite; her words muffled through a layer of greasy, fattening food; smoothie clenched between her meaty, thunderous thighs, skintight against her poor, overstretched sweatpants.

 Rebecca Carmel heard the question as she passed back from the sweatbox of the trailer to the blazing sun of outside, and hollered back a response "aw, it were work baby, ain't no-one'd do it if they didn' hafta" she called - with no response (as Alys's mouth was far too full of burger to reply, despite her lack of care about doing so these days) coming she began unloading the truck, frozen first. It took a few trips to ferry all that food into the kitchen, and not once did Alys pause in her gorging or move from her comfortable spot on the couch, too engrossed in the mindless TV and mindless emptying of the bag. Rebecca was a little out of breath as she brought the last load in - her scrubs had slipped a little as she had stepped up into the trailer again and again with her hands full, giving her daughter a glimpse of the moon.

"Skootch up a little" she said as she went to sit down, making a shooing motion at Alys's plump piggies resting in the dent that defined her spot. Looking down at her doughy daughter she saw that she'd eaten all 3 bags - including the one that had been hers. She didn't mind, of course, but still...she'd really fancied that flamin' chicken burger with spicy mayo

 Alys Lucine Hydrick "That was so good mom--FFFFFFrrrrrrrrpppphhhhhhhttttttttt
" A gurgled, spluttering and deep-sounding fart gargled itself forth from the sweaty crevice of her flabby posterior; scarcely acknowledged by the girl who was too engrossed in her television show to care about the wafting stench of pure filth, only intensified by the infernal heat, worse than Satan's flatulent anus itself. Not for a single, momentary second did she consider hefting herself off the couch to assist her Ma' with unloading the truck, her attention focused on the screen of the telly' as she shovelled fries between her lips, droplets of barbeque sauce sticking to the uncanny sight of her double-chin; with greasy, tangled locks of blonde only aiding to the detriment of her skincare. It was as if time had been rewinded; reducing her back to that acne-prone fatty of a teenager who could spend an entire weekend hunkered on the sofa, mindlessly feasting away. The natural stench of B.O only intensified as she caught a glimpse of the moon of her buttcheeks, moving her plump little piggies to allow her to sit as she suckled intensely at the straw of her shake.

Rebecca Carmel slowly sat herself down into the couch's familiar embrace. Getting her breath back, Rebecca couldn't help but notice the cheesy pong of Alys's feet as she sat down - the smell of the fart was clearing in the muggy air of the trailer, but so close the smell of sweating feet was strong. Not that she minded, of course - it was good that Aly wasn't such a clean freak, she'd had no idea where that came from when the slim student had returned (it had actually developed over time in high school, but Rebecca had been busy and at that time Alys was trying to spend as much time in her room as possible). Getting her breath back, she knew she couldn't sit for too long - she'd get comfortable and not want to get up, like her daughter. Alys's new position, curled up to give her mother room, had a curious effect - her soft basketball-belly was now being compressed by the folded-up thickness of her sweatpants-clad thighs. The compression built pressure, pale, dimpled butt cheeks flexed, and Alys ripped another roaring fart - worse than the last, a fiery combination of chili and beans that had even Rebecca's eyes stinging and Alys's panties gain a stain.

"whew-ee, good one hun," Rebecca giggled, then began to dig through her pockets, "I can taste that! Imma hafta clear the air". Ignoring the pill box she'd refilled today, Rebecca's grasping hands found the pouch and papers she was questing for - she pulled out the tobacco, and a moment later her stubby digits hit a lighter as well. Rolling with practised ease, she looked over to offer the smoke to her daughter if she wanted it.



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