The Good Mother ~ Part III

Lisa returned home late that evening — after another round of eating at the food court (another bucket of chicken, and several doughnuts from a stand); all in all, it had been one hell of a strange, amazing day. First she'd had that strange experience with a goddess (could that even have been real?), and then she'd binge-eaten like she never, ever had in her life; and she’d also met the lovely Tori. 

Lisa walked in the door at around 1am, trying to be as quiet as possible as she opened and closed the door, put away her keys, and made her way up the stairs to her room. Her parents were sleeping already — thank goodness, Lisa thought to herself. She wasn’t sure how she was going to talk to her parents after having just spontaneously spent so much money on food. And not even proper food, like groceries — MALL food. 

It wasn't till she'd made it to the stairs and was climbing them that Lisa realised she was cradling her tummy; the realisation exhilarated her, even if it was probably just a food baby. She loved the tightness of Tori's thin shirt over her bosom and abdomen: several inches of exposed belly skin were peeking out like a phase of the moon beneath the shirt's hem. 

Lisa finally remembered to milk her breasts — which were still leaking, at that very moment — and so went to the bathroom and finished all of her nightly ablutions at the same time. Carefully undressing and placing Tori's clothes in her drawer, Lisa crept into her bed among her stuffed animals and plush pillows and rested like she never had before.

~~~

The next day, Lisa awoke quite groggily. She barely remembered most of the previous evening... except Tori. Lisa remembered Tori vividly. Indeed as she awoke, she was waking from a rather sordid dream about her. 

Slowly crawling to an upright position, she found it very slightly more of a wrestle than usual. Some light, mildly sticky saliva on her cheek made some of her wild hair cling to her face. Indeed there appeared to be stains on her bedsheets and one or two of her pillows. She had really been out like a light. Grabbing her phone she checked the time — 2:48pm. 

“Great,” she groaned. It wasn’t like her to sleep so late. She slowly climbed out of bed and pulled Tori’s top over her head. But it felt somehow different today.

Sure, it was already very tight on her, but now... Lisa heard a seam snap as she hoisted the top over her chest. And then another popped on one of the sleeves. How strange. The sleeves hadn’t been too small before, had they? Maybe she just didn’t remember. After all, most of last night was a blur. 

The shirt seemed incredibly strained over Lisa’s breasts, squishing them into her sternum rather uncomfortably. And was it just her, or was a little bit more of her midriff exposed than before? She was far too tired still to take much notice even if it were. 

Lisa pulled some panties on — again, feeling slightly off somehow — and went into the bathroom. Seeing herself in the mirror was a bit of a shock, and woke her up almost instantly. 

Lisa was starting to get fat. Her arms were thicker, and jiggled a bit as she moved them. Her breasts had grown slightly and seemed slightly less perky, and somehow even bouncier than they already were. Her slender waist was gone altogether: replaced with a soft round tummy, Tori’s top hanging off of Lisa’s chest and not even covering half of her new abdomen. Her hips, ass, and thighs had perhaps grown the most: her hips jutting out roundly on either side and arriving at thighs that rubbed together, and her already-impressive ass now visibly bigger and rounder than it had ever been. No wonder her clothes were fitting a little differently today.

She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to the sight of her changed body. She was still absolutely gorgeous — indeed, part of her felt the sexiest she’d ever felt — but it took mere seconds before she started thinking about what other people would think. The thought was interrupted almost immediately by a pang of hunger ripping through Lisa’s gut, growling fiercely. 

Cracking the bathroom door, she held her breath and listened to see if her parents were still home. Nothing. She crept out slowly, trying not a make a sound, just in case. Peering down the stairs, there was clearly no one at home. 

An abrupt ping from her phone nearly made Ms. Oakland jump out of her skin. It was a text from Kylie; indeed there were 17 unanswered texts from Kylie and Sarah that Lisa hadn’t seen. 

“Lis, where r u???” Kylie’s text said. The other 17 were more or less the same. 

“Grl chill,” Lisa typed in reply, “i just woke up”

Kylie responded almost instantly, “dam ho u slept all day wtf lucky”

”idk i was like rl tired shut up”

”r we still gona go 2 the movies 2nite”

”bich yes like obvs”

“Dont sleep thru it ho lmao”

”bimch shut ur mouth lol”

~~~

Lisa scoured through the refrigerator and made a quick breakfast — lunch? — watching stupid YouTube videos on her phone as she ate. She dosed her cereal with a copious helping of sugar. More than one helping, really. She went through two entire sticks of butter making heaps of toast and pancakes. Given how little she was accustomed to eating, the kitchen didn’t have a whole lot of her usual foods. She would actually have eaten more, but she didn’t want to deplete her parents’ food supply for the week.  

Lisa, Kylie, and Sarah texted for a while — Lisa nearly upside-down with her legs over the back of the sofa. Her newfound softness and heft jiggled anytime she moved. She liked it. A lot. She was surprised how much she liked it. Though she still rather dreaded the thought of how Kylie and Sarah would react once they saw her tonight. But hey, she figured, if they don’t like the new Lisa, then they wouldn’t be friends worth having.

~~~

It took Lisa longer than normal to get ready. Digging through her wardrobe for over half-an-hour, she was having difficulty finding anything that properly suited her new physique. Her clothes might have been made to accommodate big boobs and butts, sure, but they weren’t meant to sit well on “thicc” women. Maneuvering and mixing and matching dozens of different outfits, Lisa couldn’t seem to find any that worked well with her tummy and thighs, in particular. She tried dresses, but they accentuated her belly too much. She tried high-waisted jeans, but they were all too small on her now; she couldn’t get them past her thighs and ass anymore. The zippers on her skirts didn’t close — she broke some in the effort. Her crop tops fit reasonably well still, in fact they looked great with her slightly increased cleavage — but her tummy would then hang completely out. 

Creeping into her parents’ room, Lisa rifled through her mother’s clothes. Maybe there would be something here that would at least fit. Cardigans? No, ugly. Pencil skirts? Too risky, might pop. Yoga pants? Puh-lease. 

Lisa fished a baggy white hoodie and a pair of flowy, stretchy wide-leg pants with a kooky 70s-esque pattern. Ms. Oakland somewhat grimaced at the idea of wearing either one of these items, let alone together — but alas, they fit. It’ll have to do.

~~~

Lisa arrived at the movie theatre a few minutes late; Kylie and Sarah, and one of their other friends, Shoshana, were already waiting there. Lisa approached, and the three girls’ faces clearly weren’t sure what expression to give at the sight of her. She’d done up her face and hair as best she could with the limited time she had left after looking for clothes; basic red lipstick, a bit of contouring, quick smoky eye, and her blonde hair lightly curled so as to be wavy. Her heels fit just fine, fortunately, and she wore some bracelets and even a pink choker in the hopes that they’d take even a sliver of attention away from her unorthodox fashion choices. 

“Making, like, a statement today, Lis?” Sarah said, giggling slightly. 

“Yeah girl, are all your clothes in the laundry?” Shoshana added, chortling a little as well. Lisa tried not to be embarrassed.

”Just showing you guys how to, like, own a look like a goddamn queen,” Lisa replied fake-confidently. But it seemed to suffice. And nobody seemed to notice or comment about her weight, to her relief. The hoodie managed to disguise her figure remarkably well.

The girls went into the theatre and bought their tickets. They thought they’d be buying a bucket of popcorn to share, but Lisa ended up buying two — for just herself. The other girls all got their shared bucket, and Lisa carried her pair into the theatre. The commercials were mostly over already; the lights dimmed only a few minutes after the girls sat down. 

~~~

The movie was okay: the trailers had somewhat overhyped it. A superhero flick where the heroes fight each other. Lisa wasn’t really paying attention for most of it, her face was buried in her popcorn. During the middle of the film she got up and threw away her empty buckets — and came back with a large array of candies, and a massive drink that the other girls almost mistook for another bucket of popcorn. 

Lisa’s belly pressed out more and more throughout the evening. What had only this morning been a relatively tame mass of pudge was not creeping down her lap, getting rounder, and wider — even lifting her tits a bit. The hoodie continued to do its job valiantly, but by the end of the movie Lisa’s burgeoning tummy peeked out a bit from beneath it. She tried adjusting it and pulling it down, but there was still some exposed skin no matter how much she struggled with the thing. Ultimately she was forced to give up.

The lights came up in the theatre, and everyone began to file out as the credits rolled on screen. 

“Come on, Lis,” Kylie chirped, taking Lisa’s hand, ready to leave. Her tone implies that she apparently enjoyed the film.

”You guys, like, wait outside for a sec,” Lisa responded, tentatively, “I’m gonna see if there’s, like, a scene at the end, y’know?” 

“Oh, okay! Good idea!” 

Lisa and Kylie sat, looking at the names scroll by — Sarah and Shoshana impatiently went to the bathroom before the ending music had even started. 

”How’d you like the movie?” Kylie asked, her big brown eyes inquisitive and bright. 

“It was pretty good,” Lisa replied, not wanting to admit that she’d barely even followed it. “I liked the, like, action scenes.”

”Me too! Like when they punched each other through, like, entire buildings. BOOM!!!” 

Kylie’s enthusiasm was mildly obnoxious, but that was one of the reasons she and Lisa were friends. She had good energy, and a good heart. But Lisa wasn’t expecting Kylie to suddenly lean in and kiss her. That was good too.