POV Your 20,000 Pound Mother in Law



“Just… know she’s big… bigger… than… me…” Your enormous wife wheezed out the few remaining words as she held onto the railing of her mother’s house. The sweating sack of sagging blubber could barely waddle the few steps from your widened truck to the front steps of your mother in law’s house. Her flip flops slapped the concrete as she grunted quietly to herself and rang the doorbell. “I’m getting too fat for this crap…” She muttered under her grunts. She reached a swollen hand into her doggy bag full of burgers, unwrapped the last of her lunch feast and shoved it into her impatient mouth.

 

“Urggg! Gawd that hits the spot…” She said, her insatiable hunger was temporarily satisfied. The triple cheeseburger finished in 3 bites as she dropped her trash onto the front step. Gawd she was such a cow, but that didn’t bother you. She knew what you liked and loved to please. After all, it was only fair for you having to pay for her every need. A woman of Alex’s size needed constant fuel to keep her tubby tank going.

 

 Your 1000+ pound oversized porker looked about ready to collapse in the summer heat. She gave you a glare as if you had been caught stealing from her cookie jar back at your house. “So that means no funny business mister!... WHEEZE… I know… WHEEZE… you like your girls big… but… WHEEZE… ugh!” She waved her sagging arm dismissively, clearly too tired to speak as she grunted out the last of her warning. “So that means no funny business, got it? I’m already more than enough woman for you!” She said as she tugged on her oversized dress that clung to her overhanging double belly that rested against her fat swaddles knees as her titanic sized log legs struggled to hold up her groaning gut.

 

“Gawd I’m starving again…” She said as she waited for someone to open the door.

 

“Didn’t you just have your like tenth burger from lunch?” You say as you look at your impatient wife.

 

“Ugh! This is taking too long. I’m coming in!” Alex took a slow step back off the front step and used her sagging groaning gut as a battering ram. The front door quickly opened as your extremely wide wife slowly maneuvered herself sideways to get through the door. Her drooping doughy belly, freshly crammed full of burger meat pressed against the side frame while her station wagon sized behind shoved against the other.

 

“You! HGH! Could use a bigger door, mom!” Alex called out to her mother. “A little help, here?!” She asked as she turned her swollen face to you. Her long blonde hair pulled in a ponytail to reveal just how wide her face looked. Her neckless face, which was already red from exhaustion grew more impatient with each moment as you pulled out your smartphone to take a picture of your trapped partner.

 

“Wow. Really? I should’ve guessed. Yeah yeah, just WHEEZE hurry it up. My legs are about to WHEEZE snap off here!” She said as you quickly jam your phone into your pocket and begin to push.

 

“Was that a push-WHEEZE0 or a tap on the shoulder!? Come on! 1000-pound woman here remember? WHEEZE…like use those muscles before I drop!” She commanded as you take several steps back and run full force at your parked wife.

 

You shoulder deck into her pillow sized arm with enough force to get the mammoth sized woman through the front door. The entire house shakes as the foundation of the house temporarily shifts to conform to Alex. You instantly fall onto your back as your wife lets out a loud grunt, her balance instantly taking a hit as she struggles to stay on her aching feet. The sound of her flip flops stomping through the entrance of the house as she dives into a wall.

 

Your head spins as you look up from the ground, the shaking floor slowly settles as the ceiling comes into vision. You slowly get up to examine the doorframe that had warped around Alex, conforming to her girthy proportions as the door could no longer be closed. In fact, the door had busted off its hinges and was currently several feet away from the now destroyed entrance to the house. Talk about a bad first impression!

 

 

“Mommmm! I’m home!!!” Your 25-year-old wife said as she held onto the wall for support. The wall instantly groaning as the pounding steps from Alex’s stump sized feet rang through the house. Her shaking legs looked as if they were about to give out at any moment. Her big back covered in sweat as she adjusted her long blonde hair. Her swollen arms doing the best as they could to support her apple shaped base of a body with one held out to the side for balance while the other clung against the wall. Each laborious step from your overfed pride and joy sent the Mrs’ entire bulking bod sloshing violently. She looked as if she were made of jello, a lard based body crammed full of nothing but never-ending junk. She was a whale of a woman, a true lardy lady if there had ever been one, but she would soon like a minnow in her mother’s pond of a house.

 

“Alex! Get in here!” Her mother cried from the living room. “I hope you brought food, dads at the store grabbing more…” She said with the same type of impatience in her voice that Alex had.

 

“No… WHEEZE… we uh… ate it all..” Alex fibbed as she finally arrived at the barn sized living room that made up the majority of the house.

 

Alex’s mother, Debbie, smiled as she looked at her oversized only daughter. The 45-year-old blonde woman slowly clapped eagerly as she examined Alex’s widened body.

 

“Well, well, well, someone’s been using those recipes I gave you!” Debbie said jokingly to her waddling whale of a daughter. The bloated blobette approached her daughter and hugged as much of Debbie as she could before collapsing onto the floor just inches from her wagon sized belly that occupied most of the living room.

 

“Yeah… WHEEZE… I know I know… I got fatter… but dad’s been feeding you too by the looks of it! You WHEEZE-certainly haven’t been wasting away while I was away!” She said as she playfully slapped her mother’s mountain sized double belly.  “You finally outgrew the house it looks like?”

 

“Yeah, but we all knew that was coming…” She said to her daughter as if she had only outgrown her jeans size. “But your father and some of the guys came down to expand it… took a couple weeks… How does it look?” She said as she slowly looked around, her neckless face struggled to move due to her swollen shoulders pressing against her face.

“Looks like you just took the barn and crammed it into the house!” Alex said as she looked around. “I can’t see that much of it with you in here!” She joked again as she playfully hugged her mama’s belly again. “I’m just playing mama, it’s so good to finally be moving on the farm with you guys!” She said eagerly. Her breathing slowly coming back to normal as she was able to park on her caboose for the rest of the day, something her mother also enjoyed doing by the look of her.

 

Her proud mama smiled, her swollen arms unable to reach her daughter due to the blimp of a belly that lay in her way. Debbie Filmer was truly the biggest mama in the south, an immobile moo cow of the highest degree that weighed as much as 15 cows! The globe shaped gluttoness was even clothed in a cow patterned tarp that was covering her colossal bulk. She hadn’t lifted a finger outside of feeding herself, that was clear. Which left Debbie’s husband, John, to take care of the entire farm as well as his barn-sized whale wife.

 

 

“We’re just so happy you’re here! You’ll be taking care of the house with me, mostly cooking and relaxing with me…” She playfully winked to her daughter as she caught your eye. “while John and your- and who is this little string bean??” Debbie said as you entered the barn sized living room.

 

You gulp nervously. Unable to speak in front of the magnificently overfed mountain sized mass of mom meat that towered in front of you. The cow tarped colossus of lard was impossible to describe. The galaxy sized glutton with an ocean sized gut now commanded the room. Your wife looking as slim as a runway model in comparison. She was enormous, colossal, a mass of motherhood that made everything around her look puny compared to her. 

 

“Why I’ve heard just so much about you!” Debbie said eagerly, her voice muffled from all of the doughy flesh pressed around her chonky cheeks. 

 

“… I uh…”

 

Debbie looked down at her daughter who was blocked from view due to her swollen stomach covering all view of her closest surroundings. The ten ton woman was practically speaking with her own belly button. 

 

“Sorry mom I warned him that you were a little uh large…” The 1000-pound wife of yours said as if she was some tiny little newborn calf. Debbie chuckled to herself as she still looked for her daughter’s facial expression beneath her blocked vantage point.

 

“Yes! Heh heh! We uh don’t get too many visitors on account of my size! It makes it difficult to share a Sunday meal at the table with guests. Those that do come visit don’t tend to stick around much…” Debbie said as she looked at you. You stay still, mesmerized by the enormous woman who would now be your neighbor on your wife’s family farm. You could hardly believe this was happening. Had Alex fallen on you on your way through the door? Was this all just a delightful dream?

 

“Not to mention you eat everything before the guests even show up…” Alex jokingly mumbled as her mother attempted to shoot a glare down below.

 

“Oh, please Alexandra! I remember when I was a skinny little twig like you not so long ago… I feel like it was just yesterday when I was as small as you… It certainly wasn’t easy keeping my figure with your father around… As much as I tried to keep myself proper he made sure I never went hungry. That’s for sure.” She said as she motioned to herself. “This farm has a habit of making its Filmer girls big boned! You may end up like me before you know it!”

 

“Psh! With the way this one feeds me I don’t doubt it. He’s got a thing for us big gals mama…”

 

“Oh! Well, that explains it! You should’ve mentioned that Alexandra! He’s probably just a little taken back! We’re family, hun, come and give me a hug! I’ve been dying to meet ya!”

 

You nod as you quickly approach the enormous farmer woman. Her girth getting closer and closer as everything around her moon sized middle gets blocked from view. Her shallow wheezes getting louder as she slowly inflated slightly more with each slow breath.

 

“I won’t bite ya!” She said. “I can’t even get my little ol’ arms around ya!” She said as you faceplant into a mass of Debbie’s middle. Your hug quickly turns to a snow angle as you sink deeper and deeper into her doughy center. Her growing gut could be heard churning, silently begging to be crammed full of endless swathes of junk from her husband as she chuckles to herself.

 

Everything around you, including you, sloshes and shakes with each laugh from the pampered mom. You breathe for air as you sink deeper into her absorbing flesh.

 

“I hope you can’t hear my tummy rumbling!’ Where are my manners today?!” She said as she chuckled again, sending you bouncing with each breath. Debbie’s middle had nearly swallowed you whole before you feel a familiar hand yank you back to reality.

 

 

“Okay that’s enough!” She said as she glares at you. Your hair completely static from rubbing against Debbie’s tarp covered double belly. “Don’t go falling in love with the bigger version of me, mister? Got it? Don’t think I didn’t see you ogling over her.”

 

“Oh, Alex relax! It’s natural for a man to be caught off guard the first time he meets me! The repairmen practically worked for free! It was like they were hypnotized or something!” Debbie chuckled again as your first interaction with Alex’s mom had begun by being practically swallowed whole by her roaring belly.

 

“Are the pre-jitters all gone now, hun?” The 45-year-old blonde blobette asked calmly as Alex crossed her arms.

 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed about what you like, dear…” Debbie said as she tried to see you. “Yeah just take a few steps back dear… I like to talk a man in the eyes when I can…” She said with a smile as you took a step back, now able to be seen by the monstrously oversized mama.

 

“Now that’s better! Where was I?... Oh yes! So, you like your girls with a little meat on their bones? Well, I think you married into the right family for that! Us Filmer gals can eat till the cows come home! I’m sure Alexandra’s shown you that!” She chuckled again, her belly smacking into Alex as the 1000-pound porker nearly rolled onto her side.

 

“Hey! Careful mom!” She yelled as Debbie playfully rolled her eyes.

 

You quickly catch a glance at the oversized miniature silo on the back wall behind Debbie’s doughy shoulder.

 

Alex catches what you’re looking at and blinks in amazement, unsure of if what she was looking at was true.

 

“Jeez mom! Is that silo back there for you?”

 

“Yeah it’s my feedin’ tank! I’m like one of the cows out back now, aren’t I?” She said as if it was nothing. “One of the repair boys just painted it to look like a silo to match the theme of the room!” She said with a hint of pride.

 

“You need an entire tank to eat now mom? Are you serious?”

 

“Yessum, a gal like me has quite an appetite and I’m afraid it was just too much work for your father running to the kitchen and back with plate after plate of food for me. Now he just turns this little ol’ thing on, and it does the work for him! Plus, it can carry a lot more food than your dad.” Debbie said. “Wanna see how it works? You just watch,” She motions to you, “Alexandra is gonna be ordering one of these for herself in no time!” She said with another laugh as she reached for a remote control buried in her bulk. Her swollen fingers dancing across her rumbling belly that was now craving to be fed. “I know it’s here somewhere… I swear this remote is as slick as a mouse with where it ends up hidin’…” She said as she slowly attempted to find it. Her 20,000+ pound body sloshing with each movement from her hands as she explored her expansive middle.

 

“Phew! There it is! Gee everything is making me sweat like a pig these days!” She pressed the button and her feeding “silo” quickly blared an alarm. A red flashing light quickly began to flash as an oversized tube fell from the ceiling and into her hand. Debbie quickly hooked the tube into her mouth and pressed the button again, the flashing light quickly turned green as the sound of pumping machinery began to fill the living room.

 

“It’s a little loud!” Debbie yelled quickly before her onslaught of food came. “But ya get used to it! I think your father put in some leftover butter cake batter in the tank for when I got hungry!!!” She continued to yell before her “snack” quickly began pumping into her groaning gut.

 

The 20,000+ pound pile of overstuffed, jiggly lard groaned in anticipation as she began to be pumped full of nothing but buttery batter. Entire tubs of butter were quickly filling her wide arteries, her impatient belly finally ceasing to make noise since you arrived. Alex slowly heaved herself back and forth to get onto her aching feet.

 

You quickly grab your wife and yank her as well as you can so the two of you can watch what you would describe as a spectacle, Alex would call a nightmare.

 

“Gawd mom this is horrifying!”

 

“YOU! URGGG- GET- FFRRR- USED TO IT!!” Debbie screamed before pausing the machine to catch her breath. Hundreds of thousands of calories quickly piling onto her bulk as she took some deep breaths.

 

“I know it’s a little creepy lookin’ at first, but I swear it’ll make you happier than a-“

 

“Oh my gawd mom! No wonder you’re the size of my bedroom now! Dad’s just pumping junk into you!”

 

“It isn’t junk, dear it’s good for ya, all-natural food! You wanna try it?!” Debbie asked as Alex’s aching legs were already exhausted from having to hold up her own growing bulk.

 

“I’m not trying that! Are you crazy!?”

 

Debbie attempted to shrug her thousand pound shoulders. “Suit yourself! But I bet you’ll be wanting to try this out in no time! It’s a real time saver! You’ll see!” She said as she turned the machine back on and turned on the television.

 

She looks at you with another glare in her eye. “Don’t… WHEEZE… even think about it! I-WHEEZE- am not trying that death trap out… WHEEZE… I will not turn into whatever blob sized thing my mom has become so don’t even go there-WHEEZE-“ Alex instantly sat back down beside her mother’s expanding middle. 

 

“But go into the WHEEZE- kitchen and bring me something to eat… Hurry up…WHEEZE-Those butter cakes smell good… see if you can find some of those!”

 

The end! Let me know what you think and if you want to see more of Debbie and Alex Filmer.