Chapter 6 - mom's meal

When Mom returned home from work the following day, her devious daughter had a surprise prepared for her. Before Mom could quite comprehend what was happening, she discovered herself strapped securely in a chair in the kitchen, an enormous pot of hot macaroni steaming deliciously before her flanking a Costco-sized buttercream vanilla cake.

"Stupid bitch," Trinity hissed, grinning before her apprehended parent. "You make fun of my figure, of what's happened to me? It's your turn to suffer. We're going to fill out that skinny little frame real quick, slap some meat on those little bones. You'll be fatter than me in no time. I'll see to that."

Trinity ordered her squirming mother to dip her head into her meal and consume it like a dog. Mom naturally objected, thrashing savagely like a trapped hog, at which point Trinity slapped her. She seized fistfuls of Mom's hair and yanked on it like the string on a child's toy, ordering her to eat. "I didn't ask, you fat whore," she snarled, forcing her face into the macaroni.
"Now eat!"

Mom was terrified of the creature her daughter had become. It seemed that, beyond physical appearances, her personality was assuming a monstrous identity as well. She was unable to phone her husband and call him home, so she would have to wait until he arrived. In the meantime...Mom trembled at Trinity's cold, cutting glare. That look could cleave clean through steel, reduce a human being to disintegrated bones. Where had her daughter gone?

Obediently, Mom bowed her head into the Kraft mac n' cheese and took small, timorous nibbles, painfully aware of Trinity's eyes scalding her from where they loomed above.

"You're going to have to eat more than that," Trinity hissed. "Big bites, you anorexic cow! If I'm going to fatten you up, you have to eat properly."

It violated every fiber in Mom's being to part her jaws wider and scoop more of the creamy, cheese-riddled calories into her mouth, chew the mounds of soft, warm noodles, and gulp them down. With each massive bite, she felt her stomach growing thicker and heavier, drooping into her lap where it rested as a soft, plumping heap.. Never had she felt quite so full before, so stuffed beyond capacity. Trinity observed with glee, a malicious grin unfolding across her gloating, hateful face. She recalled the exact same feelings her mother was now experiencing. A soft flab accumulated around Mom's midsection, ballooning into a round sphere of chub that was just barely poking out from over the top of her jeans.

When the macaroni was finished off, Mom groaned, the pressure in her belly agonizing. Her filled out tummy was straining miserably against the tight, stiff fabric restraining it. "Please," she whispered, "U-unbutton my jeans...The pain is awful..." Trinity smiled and unbuttoned and unzipped her mother's jeans, watching with a pleasurable shiver as her plush gut flowed proudly forth in a small, but notable mountain of bloated pale flesh.

Trinity patted her mother on the head. Mom glared back.

"Why are y-" Mom's question was interrupted as a thick slice of frosting-coated cake was forced into her mouth.

Trinity giggled. "Not now, Mom. You just be a good girl and keep eating like the fat little piggy you are. You're already filling out nicely..."