>>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 Having placed the old, out of date boxes in the cart, I wheeled it to the back where I bumped into the stock manager.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.”
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