>>11254 >>11267 Old thread is gone. Did anyone happen to save this?

https://fantasyfeeder.com/weight-gain-stories/view/title/kara+comes+home/author/Jonny+Cowboy I hope this one sticks around and gets more explicit, it's off to a great start.

>>12740 Looks promising, it might need some adjustments, as some chapters are very small and there is a lack of context in certain scenes

>>12740 Well, It´s already deleleted. Bummer. What was it about?

>>12756 Well, to be honest, it went downhill and was drifting away from incest, in my opinion, in the brief time it was there and being updated. It was called Kara Comes Home. Here is the plot in case it gives anyone any inspiration (you never know). In short, the oldest, most responsible daughter (Kara) in a family of feedee slobs moves back in with them after a falling out four years ago and gets drawn into their lifestyle. She has a mother (Cassandra) and two younger sisters, the youngest (Layla) being when she moves back home. I think Kara is supposed to be in her late twenties or thirties and no idea about the mom or the middle daughter. The original cause of the falling out had been her mother's marrying a baker feeder (Alex) and subsequently blowing up fast and getting more slobby, plus the middle sister (some similar name like, idk, Sara) getting married to the baker's feeder assistant and going the same way, and finally seeing her mom deliberately drawing the youngest sister into the same lifestyle just, apparently, for the thrill of it. But when she moves back in, the middle sister seems to have moved out to live with her husband, and the household now consists of Alex (who is at work all day), Cassandra, and Layla. Cassandra is like 700+ lbs and Layla is 360s or so I think. Somehow, Cassandra is slightly mobile, but mainly Layla takes care of and feeds her, and Cassandra feeds her back, and although there wasn't an explicit sex scene they basically feedist dirty-talked extensively about getting fatter and fatter with no limit. Incidentally, the house is a complete sty, and the mother and daughter go around naked and messy at home. Kara is shocked and appalled but Cassandra gives her stern ground rules for staying there, essentially roping her into caring for and feedinf her along with Layla. Alex still hadn't appeared and in fact never did before it went down. The story then time skipped a bit for last chapter or two before it disappeared. Kara's whole corruption was basically already done with, she was out of nowhere admitting to herself that she was starting to enjoy all this and getting fatter. It felt very rushed. There wasn't any further incest, but rather suddenly a fresh feeder baker's assistant appeared delivering pastries and she basically throws herself at him instantly. Sooo, I think it was heading in the direction of wasted potential anyway. It feels to me like the author was inspired by the earlier chapters of "The Fall of Madelyn Beckett," which is on FF here and also on deviantart I think, and still being updated. But that story has taken several wild turns and is slightly less incestuous than Kara comes home..

>>12757 Oops, meant to say that Layla is 21, if I remember right. And meant to link madelyn beckett: https://fantasyfeeder.com/weight-gain-stories/view/title/the+fall+of+madelyn+beckett/author/WeightGainFetish

>>12757 Huh. Weird that they removed it yet allow actual incest stuff on there???

fantasyfeeder has really gone downhill the past few years

>>12780 It's always possible that the author pulled it. But idk ifwhat you say is true anymore. Are you aware of any incest stories that are still up on there? This is the thread for them. Also occurs to me that possibly it was pulled due to the implication that the youngest daughter began a feedist relationship before she was 18.

>>12781 https://fantasyfeeder.com/weight-gain-stories/view/title/the+new+step-feeder/author/FilthyFeeder https://fantasyfeeder.com/weight-gain-stories/view/title/eight+last+steps/author/Mistress+Audra https://fantasyfeeder.com/weight-gain-stories/view/title/the+wicked+stepmother%3A+fattening+jack+to+the+end/author/Gordobaboso

does anybody have the story "fat filth" by elroycohen?

>>12783 Thanks, don't think I've read these

Does someone remember this story? It was on the Wayback Machine, it was about a mother that was a healthnut, the son got fed up and screamed at her, later on she softened and decided to have an activity with his son, resulting into baking, eventually as the mother started to like this and indulge, they undressed in only their underwear when they ate, and she got separated from her husband and lived with his son, at the end of the story they went to a restaurant and she shocked his ex-husband in how fat she became, she and his son went straight to their apartment to eat

>>12835 It was a Vigilante story I believe. I remember the end which was like "Eating and Pleasure," was all that mattered.

Not one of mine unfortunately!

A mother-daughter story https://www.deviantart.com/springbokkx/art/Fiery-Passion-in-a-Deep-Freeze-SSBBW-Incest-1291375647

Hello second slowest board on the chan! Long time lurker, second or third time poster bringing you fresh OC! Do you like washed up ex-jocks? Do you like Mom's? Do you like fat women? Then make sure to click the link to read my new story "Pudgy Pandemic" ! https://www.deviantart.com/jimb022/art/Pudgy-Pandemic-P-1-1303209213 Let me know what you guys think, I look forward to it. :)

>>12960 It's good, looking forward to the next part and I hope things get explicit between them soon. You should do your SEO and future generations of degenerates a favor and tag it as incest though.

>>12967 Word. Tags have been updated accordingly.* *DA are a buncha bitches who don't have a proper incest tag. I had to settle for (incestmom). 🤡

>>12970 That'll be fine. But really yes, it's a great story and just what we've been needing so I hope you continue it and write others.

i wish n00brunner would come back and finish Alice and Me part 2

Crooners, gooners, and schooners, I present for your viewing pleasure Part 2 of Pudgy Pandemic! https://www.deviantart.com/jimb022/art/Pudgy-Pandemic-P-2-1304337443 The Spice doth flow in abundance! Be sure to let me know what you think, and as always I hope you enjoy :)

My mother and I were sitting in the kitchen late on a Thursday. I had tapped out but Mom was finishing the tub of ice cream by her lonesome, slowly and leisurely. "You know, your father would kill us if he new there was junk food in the house Trent." she said cheekily between mouthfuls. She wasn't wrong either but I didn't say anything. I was still in a place between being full and being mesmerized by the fact that Cath, my super slim, usually total Nazi of a mother was actually finishing a tub of ice cream. The bottom of a tub and half a pack of chocolate biscuits later she was reclining, breathing heavily and groaning lightly with content. "Oh my," she sighed, gently stroking her skinny underwear-clad body, "I've missed all these flavors!. Two thoughts were swimming around my brain now, the first being "when is this going to end?" and the second being "how on earth did this begin?". Two weeks ago everything had been normal; Mom was a total bitch and I didn't speak a word to her beyond a couple of grunts after school. Our family had always been super health-conscious and very sports oriented thanks to strict parents with sporting backgrounds. For a skinny, uncoordinated, awkward guy like me it was hell; lots of football practice that only served to humiliate me. I wasn't an only child, my sister was freaky tall and freaky fit, and made everyone else in her year insanely jealous. She inherited mom's bitchiness so we didn't get along. As a result of this, I spent most of my time in my room on the internet and video games. My only key to staying sane was a stash of junk food I kept under the bed. I wasn't greedy, but the bland "healthy" meals that Mom gave us were killing me. I was beginning to hate everything to do with fitness, exercise and health; I would rather be one of those kids who has chips for lunch than a some muscle-clad douche bag. Having said that, I knew it was only a matter of time before Mom found my treasure trove and totally murdered me... "Trent!" Mom screeched down the hall before could even close the front door. She charged down the hall and was in front of me before I could even put my bag on the ground. "Have you been eating junk food in this house young man?" "Um..." Shit. "Yeah, I guess." "Trent! Do You know how bad that is for you? You should be ashamed of yourself!" "Well... Whatever. Just give it a rest Mom." "Give it a...? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" "Just get off my back for once, okay? I'm getting really sick of this family. You're always acting like such a bitch the whole time. And you wonder why for some reason nobody likes you." And with that stormed to my room and slammed the door. I could hear Mom yelling and outraged behind me, but was too intoxicated by some very dumb form of bravery to pay much attention.

I waited for my punishment to come, at first for hours and then for days, but instead an eerie calm settled in the house. This was really weird, why hadn't super-Nazi yelled at me yet and banned me from everything? Had I upset her? We were finishing dinner a few days later. Pasta, nothing special. As Mom got up to clear the table, she lent in and spoke to me. "Stick around Trent. I've got a surprise for you.". Um.... okay. I decided to play along. No consequences had come from the argument the other day, so I didn't want to rock the boat just yet. Once the table was clear and the rest of the family were elsewhere, Mom invited me into the kitchen. Look Trent. I had a think about it and wanted to apologize. It was just a couple of chocolate bars and I went way off the deep end. Anyway, that's not the real issue. The bigger issue is that we don't communicate or spend time together. And yelling at you over nothing just makes that worse." "Uh... okay. Well, thank you." I wasn't convinced, but an apology wasn't a bad thing. "Anyway, I thought it could be a good bonding exercise...' Oh fuck, here we go. "...if we had a regular mother-son bonding night." "No Mom, that's totally not ne..." "I'm not finished!" she was stern but measured, "So I thought, if you wanted to eat junk food, maybe we could do some baking together?" Whoa, whoa, whoa! Baking? Mom hated that stuff. In my whole life I'd never seen her eat anything that wasn't mega-healthy. I was insanely skeptical about the whole ordeal, but I guess this was a weird attempt at "nice" mom, so I should probably go with it to avoid a fight. "Okay mom, that sounds like... fun." Now, this may not seem weird to you, but you don't know my mother. Besides being a mega-bitch, she was also a no-nonsense, serious business woman and fitness nut. Fun and food don't enter this equation at all... ever. We went to the beach every now and then and I can confidently say that Mom has one of the least appealing bodies I've ever seen. I know she's my Mom and all, but even so she has the least interesting figure I've ever seen. Even in a bikini all you can see is thigh gap, no hips, no ass, no cleavage, no nothing. Not an ounce of pudge on her sticklike figure. And that was how she liked it, cold, simple and controlled. She kept to a grueling weekly exercise schedule, and probably hadn't touched a chip, ice cream or chocolate in decades. So, offering to bake cookies and have "bonding" time was weird to say the least. The whole ordeal was awkward and tense. We didn't really know what to say to each other, so we just blankly told each other instructions and worked at making cupcakes all but blindly. Once the tray was done, I offered Mom the first bite. "Trent, I haven't eaten one of these in years. I can do without the sugar in my system." Then why the hell did you bake these with me? "Well I'm not eating a whole tray of them mom. Plus, didn't you say it was a bonding thing?" "Well yeah but..." I could see mom was trying to stop the inner Nazi creeping back, "Okay. Okay, I'll have a couple. You’re right, this is bonding time."

Mom's world didn't get turned upside down, but she'd definitely forgotten exactly how good cupcakes were. I mean they were alright, but she loved them. She had one, and then two, and then four, and eventually half of the tray. It wasn't heaps, but it was more than I'd expect from her. I didn't even know here skinny ass had room for all of them. But that wasn't the most surprising bit. After a couple of them she actually started to become... kind of fun. Or at least the conversation livened up a bit. She hadn't had candy in years so she was asking me about chocolate brands. It turns out she had as much of a sweet tooth when she was young that I do. It was weird, it was kind of like we were bonding or something. Mom enjoyed the sneaky baking night so much that she suggested that Thursday become our regular bonding session. Mom, for the first time in a long time, felt like we had really made a connection. I hadn't grumbled or given one word answers, and she had dialed her Nazi factor to a minimom. The last thing she whispered to me as we crept back to our rooms was a request to bring something sweet for next week, and slipped me a $20. The next week we chowed down on M&Ms and corn chips, laughing quietly. The week after that I show her Froot Loops, and she's entranced by her first doughnut in an eternity. I begin to suspect that finally having sugar back in her system is somehow killing her grumpy vibes. That eventually brought me to my current position, watching my slim mother finish tubs of ice cream, packets of chips or whatever else she hadn't touched in a decade and a half of marriage like a woman a couple times her size. At first it was reserved, cautious bites, but as the weekly sessions continued Mom's technique became more and more reckless, I had seen her dribble chocolate sauce, or splutter down a scoop of ice cream that was simply too much for her. I wasn't much better, watching Mom somewhat forgo manners encouraged me to do similar. As our table manners had become somewhat sloppy we had to make a new rule; no clothing, only underwear. It wasn't too weird or anything, Mom didn't have the ass, hips or even breasts to make a pair of underwear look any more appealing than a burqua. Still, I can't say that there wasn't something entrancing about a strict, fit woman like my mom stripped down and devouring family pack of Doritos like it was the first food she'd seen all week. "Can you hand me that wing?" my mother asked, despite working through a handful of chips. I was meant to be a football practice right now, but I had been able to convince Mom to take a detour on the way. Currently we were sitting in the KFC car park, and I was helping my Mother finish the first fast food order (family size, no less), that she had had since meeting Dad. "I have to ask," I said, handing Mom her wing, "how can you go from being such a health nut to chowing down on fried chicken in a car park?" "Well..." Mom swallowed a bite, "I guess I'd just forgotten how good everything tasted. Can you believe went 15 years without a jelly doughnut? God, I can't imagine going a week without one now!"

That was half an explanation, but I had noticed her mood had improved tenfold since we had started mother-son bonding time. Okay, so she put on the figurative Nazi uniform for day to day stuff, but since she had let sugar back into her life she had started I had seen her laughing, smiling and joking. Hell, when she tried first peanut buttercup she danced that skinny body arounc the room in joy. And speaking of that skinny body... Yeah, fair enough. But aren't you scared that Dad will notice?" I was treading carefully now. What? No way. I mean, we're cautious about it. I destroy all the evidence and we always make sure we never get any on our clothes." "Um..." Oh boy, "No that's now what I meant. You don't exactly look like that woman there do you?" 1 pointed to a particular woman waddling from restaurant to car, immense anatomy jiggling away. "No, of course not!" Mom laughed. "Well, what's Dad going to say when you start to?" Mom's face dropped. "Oh, come on Trent! I'm not a big fat slob." "I know that, but the fact of the matter is that if you keep up all these jelly doughnuts one day he'll notice that your behind fills out your pants a bit better." "As if, that bastard hasn't paid attention to my behind in years." Mom said that last comment more to herself than me. "Ew!" "Well you brought it up," Mom bit back, "Let's just say that the size of my behind is none of his business. I'm having fun and I'm having it with someone who knows how to. And he can just deal with that!" Mom swallowed a handful of chips as an exclamation point.

Dad may not have paid much attention to her ass, but it wasn't long before I was. Mom was serving the family dinner one night and she had to lean across the table to place the platter down. It was clear that her ass was become a little more shapely than usual, which was dangerous. A night or two later Dad even made a vague comment about it. Mom just shrugged it off. "No, I hadn't noticed anything." Mom lied convincingly, "Might just be working off a bit of the Christmas weight still." It was enough to throw him off the trail, but I noticed whilst cleaning up after dinner that night Mom was stuffing her face with dinner's leftovers instead of throwing them away. As if to spite him or something. "Check this out!" my mother said sneakily before one of our secret feasts and she pulled her top off above her head, revealing to me the source of her excitement. Her once proud, firm, flat stomach was now going to way of her but and becoming a greedy little pot belly. Not very large, but enough to say "Cath has been enjoying herself a little too much recently". Mom gently slapped her gut and giggled a little. "Oh dear... " a sudden fear overtook me. Mom looked mildly upset, "What? Aren't you impressed?" "Its hard to be when i know that Dad will go apeshit over it." Mom smiled "Oh, lighten up. Trying to hide it is half the fun. That's what makes it so... naughty!" She giggled to herself again. dwindled, the conversation returned to her figure. "You never gave me a response Trent," she said cheekily, "What do you think of my figure?" With that she again slapped her chocolate stained belly. " I think it looks great. It's like a little reminder that you're secretly a glutton." Vom laughed, "You cheeky bastard! Anyway, you're one to talk! You'll probably have to start buying the size above 'scrawny' if you keep this up." Hey, what are you saying?" I looked down at my chest, which I couldn't deny was a lot flabbier than it used to be. My super slim figure had entered the great void between ano and pudgy "Okay, fair enough. But I'm not meant to be the health freak. I can stand to gain a couple of pounds." "Well, we've both put on a bit then." Mom smiled, "I kind of like it. Its just a bit of fun and the fact that we're both looking a little more "generous" is kind of nice. Its a bit like we're sharing something... something other people don't understand."

Mom and Dad began fighting soon after. I was never in the middle of it but an educated guess told me that it had to do with Mom's lax fitness. Dad was blaming her not setting a good example, and other vague things that made it seem like a moral issue. Mom either played dumb and became defensive, blaming stress and lack of time rather than stuffing her face. One Saturday we were preparing for a family trip to the beach when it became tense and awkward as Mom stepped out of her bedroom in her swimsuit. Whilst Mom's flabbier figure was noticeable these days, it was still confronting to see her once svelte bikini body now looking jiggly and constricted by her swimmers. Her belly was beginning to hang a little over her pants, and was laced with lots of tiny stretch marks across her gut. As she walked with a spring in her step out of the car and down to the sand, her now substantial ass wobbled hypnotically. Had the impossible happened? Had Mom actually started be become a sexy woman? It was hard to deny it as I snuck a couple of glances at her bosom in her undersized bra, but by the looks of it Dad didn't agree. He didn't mention anything, but he communicated with Mom that day solely in death-stares and short barked statements. "The weirdest thing happened to me today," said Mom with a mouthful of caramel slice, "I was at the supermarket and I ran into Sandy." "Old neighbor Sandy?" I said after finally swallowing a jam doughnut. "Yeah, the older woman. Well, we were chatting and out of nowhere she asked me when I was due!" "As in..." I looked down at Mom's belly, now very swollen and riddled with stretch marks. Her belly simply couldn't keep up with the amount of calories that my mother was putting in her body, not that she was much concerned. "...pregnant?" "Yeah! I know right! I thought I was looking more spoiled than pregnant but there you go." Mom gripped her gut and gave it jiggle for effect smudging chocolate on herself. It was hard to deny that it protruded a bit too far to be a holiday indulgence, but it was far to fleshy to pass as pregnant. "That is weird" "You know," she finished her mouthful and opened a pack of Oreos, "I found it kind of flattering! Its weird but I actually like the feeling of someone noticing and commenting on how fat I'm getting. It makes me feel kind of.... sexy." As soon as Mom said it she looked extremely guilt. "Um.... sorry! I know that's a bit... weird..." she attempted to eat her words. thought you looked... well, good. Like really good." "Trent no, you don't have to say that to me..."
"No Mom, its true." I reassured her, "Nothing weird or anything, but as a dude I can tell when a woman looks good. And believe me, you've got a really nice set of hips and good ass now."
"Um..." Mom looked a little disgusted, "Thanks? My son's not trying to make a move on me is he?"
Ew! Oh god, this had all come out wrong. I started blushing. "No, no, no! That's gross Mom! I'm not a weirdo! No... I was just saying that in my professional opinion your behind is looking better these days. And hell, that's not hard considering you were a twig before.
Mom laughed, "I'm just teasing you Trent! No, I know what your saying. I used to think that skinny was sexy, but recently I've been seeing women with big behinds, big chests or fat thighs and I find myself staring at them. Just the way they move is kind of... exciting." Mom finished the pack of Oreos and burped. It was quiet and polite, but she didn't excuse herself.

Mom and Dad's fights had gotten worse, and I was starting to worry about them. Dad had found an empty chip packet under the bed, and to add insult to injury Mom was wearing pajamas that were many many pounds too small for her when he confronted her. I watched from the stairs as Dad told her off, and poked the spot where belly now hung out from under her pajama top. He threw words around like fat pig and lazy bitch. As I stood from a distance I felt something concerning happen; a heat growing in my pants. As I looked at my mother from the side, and how much space she now took up in front of her, I could feel myself throbbing. As Dad accused her of things she was completely guilty of, and poking her excessive fleshy evidence, I began rising fast. Shit! This was weird and I didn't like it, but it was going to happen none the less. I knew that if I heard Dad refer to the size of her ass i was probably going to have an accident, so I swiftly snuck away to the bathroom. As my member throbbed harder, I did whatever to try and push my mother's thick figure out of my mind. When nothing came finally opened my eyes and immediately locked onto my answer, a flabby, slightly pudgy, very lazy young man who was beginning to outgrow his clothing. I began to strip in front of the mirror, my mother only just out of my mind as thought about how flabby and out of shape I had become. When I came, I could do little except repress and forget that this moment had ever happened, with the thought of "at least you didn't masturbate to your own mother keeping me sane.
It wasn't long after that that Dad filed for a divorce, and Mom and I had to move out. Far from being distraught, Mom seemed relieved. She quickly found as a small apartment a few miles away, and our housewarming party was an evening of stuffing our faces without having to hide it. We had ordered pizzas, KFC and a platter of pastries to hold us over.
"Here's to good riddance!" my mother said with a raised beer, which she quickly sculled before returning to her family dinner box. Without having to worry about waking the family, she chowed down noisily and with even less abandon than she had before. We still ate in our underpants for tradition's sake though, and Mom's fat protruding gut and now eye catching cleavage were becoming gently splattered with chicken grease and pizza. Once again tapped out well before she did, and ended up watching her stuff her face late into the evening. When finally I talked her into giving it a rest, I had to help her out of her chair and towards her bedroom. I was starting to get concerned.

In the weeks after moving in Mom slowly began to wrap her days around eating, sleeping and watching TV. My concerns were only growing. I thought that maybe the house-warming feast was a one-off but Mom seemed to become more and more determined to dedicate her days to enjoying herself. I tried to have "the health talk" with her a couple of times, but each time I wimped out. I mean, she's a grown woman and she can make her own decisions right? Okay, so maybe keeping the fridge stocked full of chocolate bars and left over pizza wasn't helping but it was getting harder and harder to be assertive. And secretly, I was enjoying seeing her mammoth breasts and thunder thighs increase far more than I would admit. The fear for her health and the guilt for enjoying it had started to give me acute anxiety, and I found myself eating, snacking and gorging more regularly these days. I wasn't proud of it, but if I had to eat poorly I had definitely found the right house to do it in. Mom on the other hand was just as happy and playful as always.
"Trent!" Mom called across the house, "Come have a look at this!" "Jesus Mom! Put some pants on!" Mom laughed as she looked up at me in the mirror. "Oh Trent, you're such a prude! I'm not like you're going to be seeing anything down there any time soon!" And with that Mom gently patted the spot where her fat gut now hung over her privates. "But what about your ass?" "Oh my god!" a look of wonder overtook my mother. She moved the hand on her stomach to her immense behind. "Have you seen this thing? When I got out of the shower I decided to leave my towel off and I got a glimpse of it in the mirror. This thing got BIG!" "mom?" "This thing is immense, and juicy! I'm lezzing out a bit here." "Mom!" She laughed again, "You're so easy to wind up Trent! I'm not joking though, I'm so impressed by the size of my ass. It feels great too! So soft, so squishy!" I stood there in blankly, bowl under arm, feeling an erection growing against my will. Mom took offense to the silence. "Oh come on Trent! You're the one who was telling me that as a dude you were an 'ass professional". Well trust me, you're going to want to feel this. And you should probably do it soon before all that KFC turns my ass into a giant, shapeless mass." I reluctantly agreed, heart beating like crazy. Mom graciously took the mixing bowl from me and began helping herself. I sheepishly laid my hands on the cellulite of her left cheek, taking it in for a moment, then groping the lard. It was indeed amazing; soft, fleshy and immense. I took my time, feeling the flesh at different points and acquainting myself with the geography of her meaty behind.

"Well.." she filled her mouth with cake batter before continuing, "Aren't you going to jiggle that thing?" "Um..' my erection was already at critical mass, "Is that okay? You won't feel weird?" "Oh please! You don't think I've spent the last hour and a half in front of the mirror watching my ass wobble?" And with that she brought down five plump, batter-smeared digits, grasped her lardy behind and began shaking the flesh hard and mercilessly. It was too much. I could feel my member reaching the final stages, and without an plan or excuse I simply ran out of the bathroom. I came my pants half-way down the hall. I came up with some half-assed excuse later. Finding my now lardy Mother hot was fucking with my head. When she walked down the hall, the size of her ass was starting to give her a bit of a waddle and I found it so hot I couldn't concentrate. The way she stuffed her hefty breasts into criminally undersized bras was too much for me. Not even her total abandon of table manners could turn me off; there was something kind of cute about the was she noisily stuffed her face and managed to spill food all down herself. I tried to distract myself with food, often locking myself in my room with cake, McDonald's or chips and chowing down until the bad thoughts went away. When I sat across from her at dinner I had keep my mouth full and my hands re-applying food just to keep me from focusing on the way Mom's breasts jiggled as she enjoyed her nightly gorge. As the weeks rolled on we both becoming more ample. I tried not to look at myself when I got out of the shower, because the few times that I did I always felt a toxic mix of shame and arousal. I was quickly becoming a big fat boy, complete with boy-boobs, a double chin and a big chocolate-filled belly. I didn't even want to think about the hefty ass I was growing, but then again tried to drown out most thoughts with ice cream and chips. Mom on the other hand was positively delighted to show off her new fat, seldom wearing more that a bra. She'd often loudly exclaim to herself how fat her pussy was. And indeed, her everything was getting fat. She walked slower and lost her breath easily. Her boobs and her ass were loosing their shape to gravity and cellulite, and her immense belly was making it hard to get comfortable. She would sometimes use her belly like a table when she sat in front of the TV, and if she was feeling particularly lazy she would have me wipe her down with a cloth afterward to avoid having to get up.

Mom drank the final gulp from a bottle of cooking oil and tossed it to the side of her armchair. She had taken a liking to the stuff recently, claiming that it reminded her of the reside from a heavy, greasy fry-up. She let out a deep burp from low in her gut, followed by an amused giggle. Oil had dribbled right down to her mini skirt, itself bulging and verging on useless, her thighs far to hefty for it. We were in the living room, vaguely watching a reality show about rich housewives. One of the women was showing off a new horse, riding it around the paddock.
My mother spoke up after a moment, "What do you reckon a horse tastes like honey?"
"Mom?"
"Well a horse is just meat like anything else right? You could roast the whole thing no problem..." Mom brought a pudgy hand onto her gut and began rubbing it hungrily. "Or better yet, deep fry one!"
"Don't say things like that. People love horses."
"Could you imagine that?" Her eyes lit up with mischief. "Some poor skinny woman crying over her favorite horse, searching for her pride and joy, and then me, at home, stuffing my face with it and loving every mouthful! I'll give myself a heart attack just thinking about it..."
"Mom! Don't say that! That's really messed up!"
"Oh? I'm sorry?" The mischief turned to mock surprise. This was never a good sign. "You think that *I'm" messed up?" That tone of voice was a the second warning. "No Mom. Whatever your thinking of doing, don't do it!"
Mom turned her sarcastic innocent voice up to the max, "Wow Trent, you're looking a bit pudgy today. Did you put on a bit of weight?" I could feel the blood heading towards my member. "Mom!"
"Actually, now that | look at you..." Mom groaned and began heaving her massive ass out of the chair, before lumbering towards me, "...you've become a little piggy haven't you?" She placed two pudgy hands on my obese gut. They were cold and intimate, and | let out a little gasp. I became hard almost instantly. "Oh god..".
"Were you embarrassed in the changing rooms," she started vigorously wobbling my belly fat, "when you were 30 pounds heavier than the next fattest boy? Did they call you names?" Fuck. I breathed in heavily, my thick frame jiggling in my armchair and pinned in place by my mother and by the grips of ecstasy.
"Look at what you've done to yourself piggy!" She raised a hand to my now sizable man boob, gently gyrating over it. "I would have killed for tits like these a year ago. But you just can't say no to junk food can you? Imagine if your father could see what a fat pig you've become?"
Fuck. Fuck.
"Remember what you looked like a year ago? How does it feel to have made yourself obese, you fat fucking slob?" I came in my pants.
Mom took her hands off me, stood up straight, and looked at me with victorious amusement. "So, which one of us is messed up again sweetie?" I had to catch my breath before I responded. "Touche."

Mom’s lard, stuffed into a tortured pair of leggings, jiggled away in front of me as we approached the restaurant. The two of us, both approaching Wall-Mart levels of obesity, must have been quite a sight to behold as we struggled to keep our vast portions of fat inside our clothing as we waddled though the car park. Mom miraculously managed to persuade her ass inside the front door, although she grinned mischievously as she did it. "Table for two please." my mother's lips produced, surrounded by a sea of flesh. The waiter quickly hid his shock at the size of the woman and showed her to her two seats. I recalled the woman mom used to be as she dropped her greedy body onto the chairs. It was hard to think this wide, monstrously ample woman with a hunger in her eyes was once so tiny and so plain. She could well be looking at me and be thinking the same thing, I had piled on more weight and was having trouble breathing and walking. My man boobs and my belly were growing beyond my control. "So why did we come to this restaurant?" I said in a hushed tone, well aware that our very presence threatened to make a scene. "Be patient Trent. This is the two year anniversary of when we started doing this, so I've got something special planned." And with that Mom winked at me.

I played along, and I had to wait until we were half-way through our entrees before it was finally showtime Reservation for two." a voice carried across the room. I processed the information for a moment before dropping my fork "Is that..." I hissed at Mom "..Dad?" I already knew the answer. Across the room Dad was already being guided to his seat. He was looking far better dressed than I had ever seen him. He was guiding a woman by the hand, a tiny well dressed woman who I didn't recognize. This was all too much. "I told you I planned something special!" my Mother giggled with excitement. a al lo mudes to is at le was bong tar beter cosed han I had ever san him. Ha we gulting a woman by the hand, a And with that she slowly heaved her fat ass out of her chairs and started making a slow, lumbering journey across the room. I could feel my body slowly sinking into a vat of embarrassment as my huge, ill-dressed mother jiggled her body across the room. Finally she made it. "Oh, what a surprise!" my mother squawked. There was a long, long moment of hesitation. My father's face flashed with confusion, understanding, disgust and further confusion before he finally discovered a response. "Oh my god.... Is that really you?" he stammered. "Who else would it be silly?" she laughed. "Is this... a sick joke?" "What's wrong, you don't recognize your ex-wife?" Dad scanned the room and made eye contact with me. Disgust fell over his face. "Dear god, is that Trent?! What fuck have you done to our son?" "Ex wife?!" The pretty woman almost choked. "Of course!" mom continued happily, "I mean, I might have put on a bit of weight..." and with that she shook her immense belly with both hands in the faces of the mortified couple. Across the room I could feel myself getting hard under the table. "Jesus, this is fucked. I'm I don't have to deal with this..." shrieked the woman. As loudly as possible she got up and stormed out of the restaurant. The whole room turned silent. After a moment, Dad's confusion turned to rage. He turned to my mother, "Look what you've done now you fat fucking bitch. No! No... better yet look what you've done to yourself. Look how you and your son can't stop piling food into your mouths for one fucking second. You've totally ruined yourself!Your the size of a house! And you've turned the boy into a fucking garage along the way!" "Well," my Mom said with a cheeky smile and one sensual finger drawing circles on her gut, " I guess I may be a resort by next year!" "That's it," my father said warily, "You've lost your mind. I'm out of here..." and with that he silently made his way out of the building.

As soon Mom and burst through the front door we began throwing off our clothes as we rushed to the kitchen. We both grabbed whatever we could carry in both our arms before running (the slower, fleshier kind of running) to Mom's big master bathroom and sat in front of the floor length mirror. We removed the remaining clothing and we started eating ravenously. We stared at our own, obese reflections as we devoured anything we had. I began rubbing myself as I watched all my folds, rolls and flab in the reflection. I turned to my mother and took in her bare flesh; grotesquely obese, stuffing her face and using her free hand to grope the many different parts of her landscape. She eventually found what she was after deep between her thighs and started rubbing furiously, her gaze entranced by the fat woman eating and masturbating in the reflection. This is all that mattered, consumption and pleasure. I came but I continued, consuming and pleasuring myself. Eventually my mother and I found each other, and we began fondling each others' fat, exploring what we had done to each other. It was all a blur. I came on her fat as she roped me and inspected just how obese had made myself. She began sucked me hungrily. penetrated her while she ate, her flesh engulfing me, churning like an ocean in a storm. Th gantic ball of lard barely acknowledged me, too engrossed in stuffing her face full of cake. Her body was so vast and I lost myself in it. That is all that matters, consumption and pleasure.

>>12986 pudgy pandemic 2 >>12993 mom's new appetite begins Hats off to both authors!

Any updates on Vigilante? Is tradition at this point.

how's that something about mom finale coming along? >>13043 came here to ask this

Well, I haven't finished TSAB yet, but I am in the process of tidying and uploading my finished Willy Wonka story - give it a day or so!

who even wrote mom's new appetite? im adding a bunch of my own shit to it and itd be nice to properly credit them

I have finished my Wonka / chocolate factory story - below, I hope you enjoy. I think, in addition to Mega pdfs, I am going to move my stories from Curvage to Deviantart. Never got the vibe that Curvage is super into this niche, and always a little uncomfortable posting stories there / I haven't uploaded all for that reason. Anyway, for now: The Fat Factory: https://www.deviantart.com/curvage33/art/The-Fat-Factory-1308683043 Else if you prefer the PDF from Mega then: https://mega.nz/file/lA902TZC#Z1zXO8467o6zy7UP5uxU_mG8WL8wMXhnES3Eil9Fgdo Next I think I will conclude TSAMom, and then open to inspiration for any interesting scenarios or stories people want to read.

Oh and the cover image (AI Slop)

>>13062 Actually pretty cool, looks like someone could have painted it.

>>13059 Hi there! I’m the one who uploaded the story! Unfortunately I’m not the original author and the original author posted them anonymously. I found this story back in 2017 and recently came across it when I was going through some old hard drives. It was all screenshots so I rewrote the entire story since I thought y'all would enjoy it. I would really love to see any additions or changes you make! I can’t wait to see the story continue!

>>13069 I saw and remember that. I'm glad you typed it. Thanks for that. And uh dunno if it'll be to everyones taste because it's gonna be maximally slobby much as all my other stuff.

>>13071 Can’t wait!!

>>13071 Especially with the complete shift at the Mom at the start of chapter 10, I think the direction you want to take it seems like a perfect fit and I can’t wait to see how great and fucked up you make it😁

>>13084 Since you correctly identified Part 10 as what sold me entirely, I'll share a bit of what I have (also since I have no idea what I'm ultimately going for here). This takes place right at the end of Part 10 in my mind. Maybe the mother is a bit less slobby than it starts out with, and this part isn't very slob related. Just kind of...I dunno a continuation and expansion. That's not to say we weren't already degraded in some ways; we were both well past morbidly obese, my mom somewhere around four hundred pounds and me in the three hundreds, we wore underwear only at home, my mother was chugging cooking oil like it was water semi regularly, and I had just explosively cum to both my own and my mother's greedy laziness and hedonism. There really wasn't anywhere to go but down. For the first several months after that encounter, we continued as is. I slept in my bed, she slept in hers, I went to my menial job at the grocery store, and she did some stay at home email…data…whatever job. With that income, plus the alimony my mother had deftly negotiated out of dad, things were actually okay. We could afford food (even for our monstrous and growing appetites) and new sets of clothing as the weight began pulling the old ones too tight. We kept pretty respectful out in public; our clothes covered everything and we could even manage to eat like human beings. At home, things were similarly even keel. I might have been masturbating endlessly to my mom's juicy bottom, but I kept it to myself. If she was doing something similar, she didn't let on either. The first chink in the armor actually came from outside the house. Near the end of my shift at the grocery store, I had finished stocking the display of snack cakes. It wasn't hard work, but I was a fat hog and I was sweating like one, all while being horribly tempted by the wall of sugary delights. Having placed the old, out of date boxes in the cart, I wheeled it to the back where I bumped into the stock manager. “Alright you finally got it done Trent, and it looks like you didn't eat any of the new stock.” I'm sure my face was visibly flushed even over the lingering sweatiness. “I'll take it from here.” He took the cart and wheeled it off to the back wall and started tossing the old boxes down the refuse chute. “Whoa what are you doing?” “What? Just tossing old stock. Can't sell it anymore.” “Are we not going to like…discount it? Or donate it?” “Come on Trent. No one bought it the first go, and these things are barely edible when they're ‘fresh’. They won't last a day longer.” I must have had wide eyes or started drooling or something, because he figured me out in an instant. “What do you want them or something? Fine take ‘em, but don't come crying to me when they rip up your insides like one of those metal cereal pieces fatty.” God, I really was a fatty. I was drooling over food that was literally on the brink of being actual garbage. I taped over that dashboard warning light though and heaved the cart full of free treats straight to my car. Once I got them home and told the story of the humiliating manager to my mother all she could say was “Oh my poor fat baby. Why don't you cheer yourself up with some snacks?” And placed a wrapped snack cake in my hand. The haul didn't last through the night. A dozen boxes with a dozen cakes in each, split between two gluttonous hogs. We sat doughy flank to doughy flank on the couch, speckled with endless cake crumbs, devoid of thought. That was actually the first night we shared a sleeping space together as we hit a serious food coma from the expired snack cakes mixing with the mountain of chinese takeout we combined it with. The coma actually prompted the next degradation of our lives the next morning. Waking up in what had to have been a pre-diabetic haze, I realized that my phone alarm failed to wake either me or my mother. It had slipped between two greasy rolls and become muffled under hundreds of pounds of blubber. Realizing this meant that I must be exceedingly late to work, I hustled as much as someone as fat as me could, tossed on my work shirt from yesterday (again tossed being relative to my size). The hustle built up a sweat of its own, and my old work shirt was still damp in places with yesterday's sweat, and in the rush I entirely skipped even trying to squeeze into the shower and hose down my numerous folds. This all culminated in an olfactory disaster. I truly reeked. I definitely had become a bit nose blind because I simply was sweating more and more and there's a limit to the effectiveness of deodorant, but even I could constantly smell a vicious BO rising from my arm pits. I tried to hide in the back for most of my shift, and most of my coworkers were happy to let me the second they got within a few feet of me. Eventually I got used to my own stench and I came to enjoy the peace and quiet of being left alone. Plus, again another cart of outdated merchandise got left in the back to calm myself at home with. Returning home, coming through the door with a heap of more food for my gluttonous parental roommate, her motherly instincts could tell I was down. “Uh oh, looks like my big fat son had another rough day. Give your big soft mommy a hug.” She struggled to lean forward and used all of her arms strength to push herself off the sagging couch to stand. Once up she wrapped her bingo wing arms around my moobs and mushed her own soft belly into mine. After just a second of embracing, I could hear her huffing. “Oh dear, Trent baby, you must have worked really hard today. You downright stink.” “Yeah I know mom. I didn't have time to shower this morning.” “Hygiene is important young man. You know that.” I scanned up and down her own body, mentally noting the oily sheen it all had. I wasn't really sure the last time she had a proper bath either. “Don't you give me that look. I'll scrub you myself if I have to.” My cock stirred a bit, but I still had some restraint. She pulled a tub of wet wipes left on the coffee table cum dining table and pulled two sheets out. One in each hand, she stuck her hands into the warm pockets of bulging, soft flesh that were my armpits. She scrubbed back and forth a couple times and pulled her hands out. I could almost hear a sucking sound as her hands pulled clear of my blubber. “There you go Trent baby. Fresh again.” I was hardly fresh with an eight second scrub in just one of my sweaty folds. I just smelled like BO with a bleach spritzer. But I didn't care. I liked my mom's doting and I was too lazy to do anything else. I was tired of squeezing my big hips into the shower and barely being able to even get wet, let alone reach everything, and then the big pain of drying myself off, it just didn't seem worth it anymore. So from then on, except for rare occasions, my bathing was just my mother rubbing sanitary wipes under my arms before work every day. She always helped me put on the shirt after and gave me a kiss too, so it wasn't all bad. So we kept on growing together for months. We were basically spending every penny we got on food and rent within a year. We certainly had to have a place to live and neither had the willpower to cut back on our gluttony. I legitimately had no idea what to do. Neither me or my mom were employable beyond what we had. We were unrepentant fat asses who struggled with basic tasks. Finding something higher paying was a snipe hunt. Sitting (as I often was) in the backroom of my work, I was in both an emotional funk and literal funk. Breathing in my own fumes, I realized I got a text. It was from my mom.

>>13087 “hi trent do you know anything about onlyfans?” Well, it was inevitable I suppose. She had found out about self service sex work. Even if I knew it was coming, I still had no idea what to say. “yeah i do a bit i guess” It was very clear I was being evasive. Why? I don't know, this woman already made me cum. “do you think i could do it? we could use the money” We absolutely could use the money. And yes I thought she could do it. I knew that the internet was incessantly horny for hot athletic girls who truly blobbed out. But I frankly didn't want to share my mom. Moreso, I didn't want anyone to even know what we shared. Not yet anyway. “i do think you could do it mom…but do you want to? its a lot of attention and not all of it good” “honey im too hungry to care about that anymore” God, my mom knew how to play me. I damn near came on the spot and slathered a delivery of fresh fruit in my cum. “ok if you want to” “yay!!! Ill start now so we can go back to stuffing ourselves” So thus my mom became an e-whore to fund our incestuous mutual gaining. And just like I had predicted she was an instant hit. She had so much going for her; a true milf, pear shaped, truly thin to fat, entirely dedicated and truly turned on by her gluttony. Within two months she was making at least as much as her proper job was providing, and she was still being too shy to actually go fully nude. She tried to keep this aspect of her life separate from the rest by only filming segments while I was off at work. That didn't stop me from just subscribing to her and seeing all her clips though. I did try to fight it at first; I knew how insane it was to pay your own mother for lewds and nudes, but like I said everything was rapidly degrading. Her site quickly became my only source of pornography. I was blowing every load to clips of her jiggling her belly, boobs, butt, whatever slab of fat she laid her plump hands on. I was constantly checking for updates and constantly oozing precum. My shame was quickly fading and being replaced only with the hope that she'd just go all the way and take her clothes off. As her reputation amongst feeders and fat fans grew, so did her confidence and her flirtatious messages back to high rolling tippers. Which only served to bring in more fans, and more tippers, which pushed her confidence even higher, creating this cycle of egotism. It was quite magical watching her milk all of these drooling drones with quips and personalized messages and little winks and slight playful jiggles. I got a bit of the experience in person when I returned home from work each day, and she was always waiting with this big giddy smile on her face, and quick as a nearly quarter ton hog can jump up, she gave me a big huge and a kiss on each pudgy cheek before asking what expired foodstuff I brought home today for our next stuffing. Another day, another dollar, I thought as I sat in the backroom of work to try and calm my labored breathing and slow the flow of sweat from my big body after putting in a solid ten minutes of work. While huffing and puffing, I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from mom. “hi sweetie, the only fans has been going so well, but i want more so im taking it to the next level.” She was definitely talking doing nudes. “but dont think i dont know about you subscribing to me. i can see the list obv.” Oh no. “youre just a big fat perv for your mother arent u.” Oh fuck. My cock reflexively stiffened inside my fat pad. “...but i like that, it makes mommy feel sexy…so sexy her own son cant help but blow his greasy loads for her.” Oh god. My cock got even harder. “so i wanted to reward u with the first look at my new content” She had to know I was at work. She knew I couldn't look away. She knew what she was doing. A video quickly followed the texts. It opened with her kneeling on the couch, facing the wall, arms stretched towards the ceiling. Her gigantic, round ass pointed directly at the camera. Unlike ever before, she was entirely bottomless, with every inch of perfect fat flesh open on display. It was so wide and spherical and so evenly dimpled with cellulite. She started swaying her wide hips side to side, causing the hefty globular cheeks to shake in time, gently slapping each other. I could feel my dick bulging even more underneath all of my own fat. After a few moments of that, she turned her head over her shoulder. Her face had a sheen of sweat from just the simple motion of swaying her hips and she was clearly out of breath when she spoke. “Did you like that baby? I know you waited sooo long for that. But don't you worry, you won't have to wait any longer.” She clambered down from her kneeling position and stood up in front of the couch. Turning to face the camera, she was truly naked. My mother's tits were on full display and they were glorious. I truly was a pervert as I felt my mouth pool with drool as those big round globs of flesh dangled in front of her. They used to be tight tiny little dollops back before she gave into her latent gluttony, but now they were enormous orbs, gently sagging down her chest and resting just above her puffy double belly. Her soft and light areolas framed her nipples which looked as hard as I was. Even more out of breath from heaving this heavenly yet heavy body around, she flopped down into a sitting position on the couch. “There you go darling. All of it for you. Every pound. Every inch. Every fold and roll for you.” She cupped as much of her big boobs as she could and smashed them together. She rolled them over each other and lolled her head back with her eyes shut, basking in the glory of her own corpulence. Releasing them, her tits dropped down and slapped her chest with a wet plop. Her hands went further down and grabbed the lowest edge of her stomach. Again she grabbed it and shook it harder and sighed. “I can't wait for you to come and touch this all honey.” She winked and one hand came off her fat gut to reach out to turn the camera off. “TRENT!” The manager screamed. “Aren't you fucking watching porno back here? What the fuck?” I had gotten hypnotized by my mother's growing body and disassociated in the grocery store backroom. “Jesus fucking Christ. I can't believe this. First, we put up with your fat fucking ass being so god damn slow.” None of this was killing my hard on. “Then we tolerate the nasty fucking stench coming off that tubby blob body.” If anything I was getting harder. “Now you're in here ogling fuckin porn like a fucking freak. You can't even watch normal shit, it gotta be more fuckin fat hogs.” I was going to just cum if this didn't stop. “Just get the fuck out. You're fucking fired.” I mumbled some nonsense, none of which probably made sense or were even words. “Just get out!” I stood as fast as my body allowed and tried to shuffle to the exit. I could feel my hard cock still throbbing with images of my mom and sounds of my boss's humiliating comments. Bursting through the swinging doors without even looking, I immediately ran into and over a petite girl, knocking her and her hand basket to the floor. I stumbled awkwardly as my pendulum like gut swung around wildly, and I smashed into a display of bacon bits. The pink pig themed display instantly crumpled under my bulk. I grunted in light pain, but the girl scream as my whole body came down on her wrist. “Oh my god! Fuck! What the fuck you fat fucking pig! My fucking wrist….ahhhhggghhrhrh” I must have sprained it or broken it or something. Again I couldn't muster the words as I rolled around trying to get up. It didn't matter, because she surely couldn't hear any of it as I accidentally rolled my big sweaty stomach onto her head. Still trying to get up I looked up to see a mother and child watching the whole ordeal. The kid must have been ten or twelve and he was laughing his head off at the bloated blob crushing some poor girl. The mother was more polite, stifling laughter but still visibly chuckling. This was the end for me. I came. A jet of gooey cum shot out of my buried cock into the damp cave that my fat pad created. It seeped out slowly through the hairy mat down there and began to leave a wet patch on my beige work pants. They must have thought I pissed myself as the mother gave up all pretense and just started laughing outright at this barnyard animal flopping about. They might have thought it was funny, but little did they know I was dying of pleasure as I could hear the muffled screams of the girl under me trying to escape. I managed to use the adrenaline surge to lift myself and stagger away from the scene of the crime and back to my car. I mashed my gut against the wheel and sped home to my mother.

>>13088 Bursting through the door, dripping in even more sweat than usual, with a big wet spot on my crotch, I found my mother sitting on the couch with a sack of White Castle. “Oh Trent darling, you're home early. That's good though.” “No it's not mom.” “Why is that? Did something happen?” “Yeah I got fucking fired.” “What for?!” I couldn't tell if her surprise was genuine or feigned. “Well, they got tired of me being so fat and slow and disgusting.” “Mmmmhmmm sounds like my big boy got a little too big.” I just stared at her. She seemed to be waiting for me to say something else. “Yeah and I got caught looking at porn too. Porn you sent me! Of you!” “Well…” she hovered over the last L of the word “...did you cum?” She smiled wickedly. I didn't want to say anything else, but again my cock twitched in its gooey hole. “...yes” I looked at the floor in shame. “That's a good boy. You did it for your mommy.” “I didn't cum until after I got yelled at for looking for you.” “Mmmmhmmm even better.” My mother moaned like I never thought I would hear. “...not even then. I only came after I ran out and knocked a girl down.” My mother didn't even speak, she just moaned again as she groped her tit. “I think I broke her wrist or sprained it or something when I fell on her…she yelled pretty loud.” My mom again moaned and huffed without a coherent word. “Some mom and kid saw me and laughed at me.” The moans again escalated and my mom bit her lip hard. “That's when I came…” “Fuck. Yes, you're such a fat little piggy. I've raised such a fucking obese pervert. Crushing other women and getting laughed at while cumming in your pants. And it's all because your own mother sent you fatty porn at work. Unnhhh.” I couldn't help but stare at my obese mother enjoying this objectively fucked up stuff. “Come over here baby. I want to reward my fucking fat pervert son.” She tapped what space was left besides her wide body on the couch. I waddled over and sat down. “I got this feast for me, but I think you earned it today piggy. I'm going to feed you every bit of it to cheer up my obese offspring.” Standing up, she opened up the first of two crave cases on the coffee table, unwrapped one of the small burgers, and shoved it in my mouth. “We're going to get so fucking fat together.” Another burger was shoved in as swallowed the first. “Can't you picture it? Mother and son glutting themselves endlessly until they can't even stand up?” A third burger went in as the second went down. “Once I've stuffed you with all this, I'm going to upload that video I sent you. The whole world is going to watch the video I made for my son revealing my big, fat, juicy ass.” Another burger was shoved in my mouth. Her now empty hand reached back and slapped her own ass hard. “And these fucking enormous titties.” This time she wedged a burger right into her cleavage and leaned into my face. I leaned forward to take a bite of the burger, but she just lunged and mashed my face into her dangling breasts. “That's right my piggish son, I knew you'd go for the food first instead of my tits. Don't worry too much, I would have too.” I reveled in the moment of being caught between my mother's greasy tits until she let go and brought me up for air. “We're going to sit here and masturbate together to the view count of that video ticking up. All those people unknowingly contributing to this fucked up thing we have.” Time for another burger. “They'll think I'm talking to them, but I'm really only talking to my fat ass son.” I moaned through a mouthful of greasy fast food. “Good boy. Let's get you stuffed.” True to her word she packed every single one of those hamburgers into me. It was so much food, practically an impossible amount, but I felt like it was barely a single bite with how horny I was. My cock was like a cut diamond, throbbing in its humid hidey hole under my now taut belly. Once I took one last hard swallow, I began panting. My mother pulled her hand back and delivered a hard slap to my gut. “Such a fat hog I raised. Dinner and now a show.” Returning to her side of the couch, she projected her laptop screen to the TV and began uploading her video to the site. Putting the video on loop, she leaned back, spread her legs, and plunged her hand into her pillowy crotch. “Fuck I look good.” She looked over at me, still groaning and resting my hands on my stomach. “Get to touching yourself! Isn't this a hot video I made? You wouldn't want to insult your mom, would you?” I had thought that the influx of treats had softened her fascist attitude, but I suppose it just refocused it in different ways. I suppose I was just glad it was focused in a way that got me hard. I let me hand meander down, around my bulging stomach, and under it to find the head of my cock just protruding from my fat pad. It was still wet with a film of my accidental ejaculation at the store earlier and now a new layer of precum. I started touching it as best I could with the layer of fat and undigested food in the way. I knew the video was hot, but the real deal was right there next to me. I looked over and saw her hand had vanished under her own pudgy belly, which was rhymically jiggling as she fingered herself. She must have been absolutely sopping wet because even through the filter of her tree trunk thighs and plush mid section, I could hear the sloppy wet sounds coming through. She was locked onto her own video. “Fuck…look at all the people looking at me. I'm so hot and fat.” After several loops of the video both of us were huffing like bad marathon runners. It was a sign that the explosive end was soon. I looked at her huge body mounded up next to mine and whispered “please keep getting bigger for me mom”. I even pulled the hand I was using out of my fat and reached out to her. “I won't ever stop getting bigger Trent.” She also removed her used hand and grabbed my cum and sweat covered hand with her own fluid coated hand. Feeling our fluids mix pushed me over the edge. Cum rocketed out of my cock and splashed the bottom edge of my huge belly and began to drip down. My mother locked eyes on to that and instantly tensed up. She shot her head back and closed her eyes and she screamed in ecstasy. Loosening up from the come down, both of us were slick with oily sweat, wheezily breathing, trying to order our minds. I didn't let it fully settle before I could wheeze out in true lustful passion “I love you mom.” “I love you too Trent.”