POV: Your Girlfriend's Mom Has A Titanic Tummy!

(A commission for Stjin)

[POV: Your gf invites you to meet her mother for dinner, but you can't help but be focused on her enormous growing belly!]

You take in a deep breath as your girlfriend reaches for the doorbell and pushes the button. Your anxiety builds up as you slowly exhale back out. After a few moments, you hear the door unlock and see the knob turn.

As the door slowly opens, you're shocked to see as strikingly beautiful woman. You can see the resemblance between her and your girlfriend sure, but wow, she looked fantastic for her age. She peered through the slightly ajar door and smiled a radiant smile before fully opening the door.

Your jaw nearly dropped as you took in her appearance. She had long, blonde hair that flowed past her shoulders and chest like two smooth, silky scarves. She was wearing a simple white top with black trim that modestly complimented her pudgy body quite well. 

However, as your eyes continued downward, you can't help but notice her absolutely massive belly bulging heavily against her too-tight clothes. The tiny top failed to contain any of her stomach from the belly button down, leaving a thick, fat roll on display. The rest of her belly was crammed into an impossibly tight pair of jeans that looked ready to burst open at any second. A soft, squishy muffin top overflowed over her jeans on all sides.

Poking out from the sides of her swollen belly were the widest pair of hips and the thickest pair of thighs you had ever seen in your life! Even from where you stood, the seams all along the sides of her jeans were noticeably strained. This woman's entire outfit was a ticking time-bomb of jiggling thickness ready to explode at any moment.

Suddenly you feel an elbow dig into your side and you're yanked out of your stupor. Your eyes quickly dart back up to the woman's eyes. You smile and reach out a hand to shake greet her. Wow, she was something else.

"Hello dearie! It's so nice to finally meet you," she says. "I'm your girlfriend's mother, but you can call me Linda."

After introducing yourselves, she holds the door open all the way allowing you and your girlfriend to enter. Once inside, you notice your girlfriend glaring at her mother's thick, doughy belly. Your eyes quickly dart away as she locks onto you with the same glare.

Her mother walks past both of you and leads you both into the kitchen. Your eyes fall onto her monumental dumptruck of an ass as it jiggled heavily with each and every step she took into the next room. Huge handfuls of ass fat overflowed out of the top of her jeans, joining up with her love handles and muffin top that bulged so aggressively out of her struggling outfit. Her jeans were utterly overworked at the seat, seams already started to pop and fray as they failed to contain those two mountains of ass fat.

As you walk into the kitchen, you expect to see a delightful home-cooked meal; warm and inviting. Instead, you see something a little different: A simple square table with lots and lots of fast food. There were buckets of friend chicken, large tubs of mashed potatoes and gravy, huge baskets of french-fries.

"Mom!" your girlfriend cries out. "What is all this? Why can't we have, like, a normal dinner?"

"Oh sweetie," her mother started in a consulting tone. "I just wasn't in the mood to cook so much this afternoon, I'm sorry. And besides, you know it will all be so tasty!"

Your girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and pouted in response, not saying another word. Her mother quickly waddled her way over to one of the chairs, pulled it out and smiled at you. 

"You can sit right here, hun," she said as she gestured towards the pulled back empty seat.

You quickly make your way over to the table and sit down. Your girlfriend and her mother sit across each other with your girlfriend your right, and her mother on your left. As her mother eased her titanic ass onto her seat, it begins to creak and groan loudly. 

"Well, go ahead and dig in, you two!" her mother said excitedly as she quickly started pilling chicken and sides onto her plate. "I'm starving!"

An excited "Mmmm" escaped her mouth once the first bite of chicken passed over her tongue. You watch as she greedily begins shoveling food into her mouth, rapidly taking bite after bite of a chicken drumstick. 

You glance over to your girlfriend who had only added a single chicken thigh and a small scoop of potatoes to her plate. She kept her eyes pointed at her own food, trying not to even glance towards her mother. She seemed extremely embarrassed. 

Looking back towards Linda, you see that she had finished the entire drumstick already and was working on a second. Suddenly, you realize you haven't even touched the meal yet and start adding food to your own plate. Heck, you figure you might not get anything at all at the rate she was going if you don't act fast.

After adding a small portion to you plate, you tell Linda you're thankful for her having you over and putting this meal together. However, she just continued to shove food into her face, completely ignoring you. All of her focus seemed to be on huge meal in front of her.

You smile awkwardly after being ignored and take a small bite of your own chicken. You look over to your girlfriend who is still staring at her own plate like it suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world. 

Deciding that you are unable to make any form of conversation, your eyes drift back over to the mesmerizing speed of her mother devouring her meal. 

"I'm just so hungry," she absent-mindedly groaned to herself through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, eyes widening as she took in the high-carb flavor.

Using the hand that wasn't holding a fork, she reached across the table and grabbed a large handful of french fries, piling them on her plate, then she grabbed another handful from the middle of the table and  shoved them directly into her mouth.

*BELCH* she exclaimed, covering her mouth with another handful of fries. She didn't seem too concerned with the sudden outburst as she continued dumping fries into her mouth.

Beyond the growing pile of chicken bones and food splatters, you notice that her enormous belly has started to bulge heavily onto the table, big globs of fat spreading out over its surface. 

Suddenly there was a loud series of noises from underneath the table: *POP-PING-RATTLE-RATTLE* 

The struggling button from her jeans had finally given in and had fired off like bullet into the bottom of the table and bounced along the floor, nearly impacting your girlfriend in the leg as it flew across the room and rolled across the floor. That was LOUD, you wouldn't be surprised if the button had left a small dent underneath the table.

Freed from its constraining prison, her mother's growing belly bulged even harder against the kitchen table, causing it to shift way from her an inch or two. Her expanding belly caused her top to ride up even higher, exposing more and more of her swollen stomach.

A quick glance towards your girlfriend showed that her lips were quivering and her brow was furrowing. She seemed either really irritated or possibly even angry.

Linda didn't even seem to notice as she let out an even bigger burp and patted her overflowing belly with a greasy hand. 

"So hungryyyyyyyy," she moaned to herself, almost forgetting that other people were in the room.

Her appetite seemed insatiable, her eating speed increasing as she alternated between large bites of chicken and fries in each pudgy hand. She had given up on using a fork and began to just shovel mashed potatoes into her mouth with her bare hands, then she reached over to the tub of gravy and poured it directly into her hungry mouth. Her eyes rolled up in ecstasy as she chugged the delicious, fattening sludge. She is eating at such an extreme rate, that you can almost visibly see her belly continue to grow and swell.

She tilted the tub back, trying to drink every last greasy drop until the tub had run empty. Then she added the now depleted tub to the growing pile in front of her and looked around the table. Her eyes darted around until they locked onto the other tub in front of your girlfriend. 

Quickly she reached out and arm and stood up, accidently lifting the entire table with her massive swollen belly. She took a step back, letting the table fall to the ground with a loud *CRASH* and tried to reach for the other tub of gravy. Now on her feet and completely unphased by the ruckus she was causing, her entire belly spilled over her side of the table, crushing her empty plate, countless chicken bones, and empty food containers as she leaned forward. A faint ripping noise was heard as the weight of her gargantuan ass finally became too much for her poor jeans.

Linda didn't seem to notice or care though, she was more concerned with the fact that she couldn't reach the tub of gravy across the table, she tried to ask her daughter to pass the it to her but all that came out was a loud *BBBEEELLLCCCHHH*

Your girlfriend closed her eyes and clenched her fists. Then, she stood up and looked at her mother, her eyes swelling with tears.

"I just can't stand watching you act like this!" she screamed. Her fiery glance then quickly turned to you. "And YOU, don't think I haven't noticed the way you're drooling over her!"

She pushed in her chair and stormed out of the room. 

"I'm LEAVING!" you hear her shout, followed by the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut behind her.

The room is filled with awkward silence as you stare towards the front room in shock. After a few seconds, the silence is broken by Linda.

"Excuse me," you hear her say to you. "Could you be a dear and pass me the gravy?"

Not believing what you're hearing, you lean forward, grab the tub of gravy, and hand it to her. As she accepts it you apologize for how you were acting and that you want to apologize to your girlfriend as well.

"Oh don't worry about," she replied with a wink as she sat back down, trying to fit her enormous belly back underneath the table as she did so. It was just too huge and bloated, so she had no choice but to leave it resting heavily on top of the table. 

"Besides, the last thing I would ever mind is a young, handsome man admiring my curves." she continued, playfully.

 She grabbed the last bucket of mashed potatoes and poured the gravy into it. 

"And as far as my daughter goes... she always...well I wouldn't...." she started to say, but she once again started getting lost in the deliciousness of her ultra-high calorie meal and forgot she was even talking.

You watch as she devours the entire bucket of mashed potatoes and gravy on her own. In fact, she had nearly finished this massive multi-family meal entirely by herself. Fascinated, you stare at her belly that's continuing to swell before your eyes. Not only was her chair groaning, but now the table was too as it did its best to support her mammoth-sized gut. After finally finishing the entire meal, she set down the bucket.

*BBBBBBBBBEEEELLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

"Oh, excuse me," she said, putting a hand up to her mouth. Seems she was finally coming back to reality.

"That was delicious!" she exclaimed, smiling at you. "I'm still pretty hungry though."

She glanced over to her daughters empty seat and more importantly, the food in front of it.

"Sweetie, you could please pass me her plate? I don't think she's going to finish it."

You agree and grab her plate and begin handing it to her.

"Oh, and if you wouldn't mind, I'll take your plate too if you're all done," she interjected.

You look down at your own plate. Like your girlfriend's, it had hardly been touched, only a bite or two was missing.

You decide she probably wants it way more than you do and hand her both plates of food. After a quick thank you, she quickly started digging into all that remained of the entire dinner.  It was probably for the best that this was all that was left, she was having an extremely difficult time reaching around her colossal belly to get to the food in front of her. 

After a few short moments, the two plates were licked clean, literally. After putting the last plate down, your girlfriend's mother laid back and exhaled a long, relaxed breath. She patted her elephant-sized gut for a few moments and then opened her eyes to look at you.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

You nod your head, not sure what to expect.

"You...like my belly...right?" she said playfully while starting to caress the enormous beach ball of a belly she had in front of her.

You bite your lip as you watch her hands glide along it's soft, swollen surface. Your eyes meet hers and you look away, color rushing to your face.

You hear her giggle for a moment and then say, "That's all the answer I need. Would you like to...rub it for me?"

You look back up at her, not expecting this request at all.

"It would feel soooo good after a delicious meal like that," she continued, batting her eyes.

How could you resist? You smile and agree. You get up and slowly approach her with your hands out. You gently place a hand on her bloated belly, it feels smooth and taught like an over-inflated basketball. A really really really big basketball. You hear her utter an aroused moan as you start to rub her belly with both of your hands. You feel her belly expand and contract with each breath she takes as your hands take their time to explore every square inch of her exposed belly flesh.

You watch her bite her lip and her nipples begin to harden against the straining fabric of her shirt that now failed to contain the slightest bit of her bloated behemoth of a belly. It feels so heavy and gigantic in your hands. It takes long, wide strokes with your arms to fully travel along it.

Another powerful *BEELLCHH* erupts from the whale of a woman. She smiles and looks up at you. 

"I think I would enjoy this a lot more if I were laying down instead," she said, teasing. "But first, I think I'm going to need your help getting out of this chair."

The End

To be continued?