By the time my sandwich arrived and I was about to take my first bite the fat mother was getting up to order some dessert. She drug her daughter along with her. “Poor girl is going to end up like her mother.” I thought taking a bite of the sandwich. Watching the mother daughter combo look over the dessert case I noticed that the daughter had more of a belly than I first thought. It definitely spilled over the top of her jeans. With her back to me I could see love handles spilling over her now overly tight jeans as well.
“Huh I thought she was in better shape.” I thought as I watched on. The daughter and mother both ordered cupcakes and didn’t wait to sit down before they began eating.
“She’s got her mother’s eating habits for sure. Poor girl is going to be her mother’s size in no time.” I thought as they began walking back to the table.
As I watched them walk across the restaurant the daughter looked like she was getting chubbier each step she took. By the time they rejoined the other the daughter had easily put on 50 lbs. Her love handles and belly spilled over top of her jeans which looked ready to split. On a positive note her already large breasts had gotten larger. Not as large as her mother’s, but still quite impressive.
“That was weird. I could have sworn...... Nah I must have just not seen her right.” I thought looking at her chubby face.