(This is my first attempt at a story so I hope it’s at least okay! Tried to make it a quick read)
Nancy was kindhearted single mom who enjoyed cooking but never had the time to do her true passion, baking. She loved baking. Bread, Cakes, Cookies she loved them all, eating them and making them. And one day she’d get the chance to grow her passion.
After glancing at the time, she called her daughter, Kim, from the kitchen to get her bags for school. At this rate, she was going to be late, again. Soon the dreary eyed super senior sluggishly emerged from her room and took her bags. Nancy asked her if she was going to shower, to which she got an eye roll for an response. Her daughter hadn’t been the same since her first senior year. She had gained weight, got dumped, flunked her classes, only to gain even more weight from her depression. Now she spends most of her time listening to music in her room eating whatever snacks and junk food was available.
Her mother’s anxious eyes peered at Kim’s dangling stomach as she stretched. With a timid tone she asked if she needed another new wardrobe. Kim shook her head, she didn’t want to go shopping, it was too tiring. All she wanted to do anymore was sit home and shove bread in her face. With that, Nancy got an idea! After Kim dragged herself out the door and to school, Nancy got to work. She took out some dough she was keeping and started making every type of bread she could think of.
Once she got home, Nancy happily surprised her dear daughter with every single type of bread she could imagine. And Kim’s face slowly lit up with excitement for the first time in months. It brought a happy blush to her mother’s cheeks.
And so she ate. And ate…and ate.
Without thinking, Kim slumped down onto the couch with bread in hand and began to eat. Eating one slice after another after another. Feeling her belly tense and bloat more and more with each swallow. Wonderful flavors filled her mouth as she drooled between slices, amazed by how good they tasted. And soon, after an hour of straight gorging. They were gone.
Sourdough, Brioche, Ciabatta~
Every single last piece.
Gone.
But this wouldn’t be the last time. Seeing that happy expression on her daughter’s face had awoken something inside Nancy. Something passionate and eager.
Ever since then, Nancy kept baking and baking. Each day when her daughter came home from school, she’d bake her new sweets and delights! Donuts, Cinnamon rolls, Muffins. Whole table fills. Kim would find herself straddled to the couch after school each day with a stuffed crumb covered gut, groaning from aching fullness as her mother got started on another batch.
Weekends turned into long stuffing sessions with no end in sight, till Monday of course.
After the first month, Nancy saw her daughter grow steadily from 170lbs to 180lbs.
And Kim found herself more out of breath and even hungrier then usual. Which was odd since she was constantly stuffing her face with left over donuts and cakes from her stuffing sessions. Her belly now poked out from her XL shirts but she didn’t care. Her old large sized shirts now felt even tighter, but still she didn’t care. Whatever kept her from being naked so she could get up and go get more food.
And the more food she got. The further this went on, the more dependant she was for her dophimene rush from food, becoming the only thing bringing her happiness. Anything that wasn’t shoving her mother’s sweets down her throat wasn’t worth her time.
And to Nancy, anything that wasn’t cooking and waiting on her daughter’s every need was useless to her. Slowly Nancy found herself waiting hand and foot to her daughters beck and call. The house constantly smelled of sweets as she had to keep baking the whole day to feed her daughter’s ever growing gut.
Soon a whole other month passed, with the consequences of her constant stuffing sessions showing planly on her body. Walking became so exhausting that she asked her mother to enroll her in online school. Doing so late in the semester was difficult but her mother managed to find an online high school willing to take her in late. What Nancy didn’t realize was how much more difficult things would become.
With school at home, eatting became much easier and Kim’s main and only priority. Her mother’s baking never stopped as Kim spent her days napping and eatting. Her school books gathered dust as the only use for her laptop was for videos to watch while she ate. Her stomach now a full gut hung down over her pelvis when she sat. Her slightly chubby face now had a full double chin that jiggled when she chewed. Her breasts now hung lazily over her gut sagging down with weight. And she never took the time to put on a bra, barley took the time to put on clothes at all.
With the new added weight, Kim found a perfect system. She’d sit in her bedroom day and night, sit her laptop on her large gutt and have her mother bring her sweets from the kitchen and put them beside her. With this Kim never had to move from her spot except to go to the bathroom.
Nancy on the other hand was worried for her daughter, she was only 230lbs yet she acted like she was unable to move. She refused to do any of the homework, halfway through the months she just stopped responding when she asked about it…eventually by December her mother just stopped asking about it. And yet, watching her daughter become solely dependant on her made her tremble with happiness and excitement! She was so nervous to send her off to the world in such a broken state, but now Kim was on a one track path of being stuck with her forever! And Nancy didn’t slack in her efforts to make ‘home with mom’ a perfect paradice of pleasure.
So she would spend her days happily baking, and Kim would spend her days mindlessly eating, and January came and went with her dropping school all together and making stuffing her face her full time job.
With Valentimes day came a very special feast of all chocolate delights, ending with Kim groaning with ripped leggings and a chocolate covered bloated gut. Nancy spent the whole rest of Valentines week stuffing her daughter to the brim with sweets in hopes of making her happy. And it was a success, through the groaning and the belches, were sighs of pleasure and satisfaction.
From spring into summer, they celebrated Kim hitting the 300lb mark with a whole month feast, everyday nonstop eating from morning to night. And by June 30th, Kim had gained 20lbs that month alone.
That night, following a bountiful belch, Kim whispers that she loves her mom. To which Nancy hugs her, kissing her greasy face and says she loves her too.