Jennifer woke up extremely well rested for a change. She walked over to her mirror and saw her same sexy cheerleader body, same soft skin, a messy but normal head of hair on her. She wondered whether it was all a dream what went in last night, but she can’t remember all the details. She remembers being hungry and going out to get some food late at night, but not much else. She felt bothered by it, but couldn’t figure out why. She decided to just start the day though and try to get last night out of her mind.
Or at least, that’s what she hoped until she saw her 750 lb mother naked loafing on the couch shoving stacks of pancakes and bacon down her throat. Jen could see all the back folds of her mother up to where her body was hidden by the couch. As she made it into the living room, all of her mother’s slobby glory was on display: her greasy hair, her multiple fat folds, her triple
chins, and her wirey crotch and armpit hair. She tried to walk over to her as she had to hold her nose and fall back at the stench emanating from her once normal mother, like she had spent the whole night shitting on the couch and laid in it with the heat turned up as she sweat a disgusting stew of her own filth. And then a memory flashed on her mind. She was walking home kind of slowly, and stopped at her mother’s room. She opened the door, turned her ass to the door, and laid a nasty 30 second fart into her room, closing the door after and walking back to her room. She snapped back to reality and tried to piece it together. Jen did something last night, got hungry, got food, and came back home. After getting home, she opened her mother’s door, farted into her room, and went to sleep. For now, all Jen could figure out was that her farts turned people into disgusting slobs, so she had avoid doing that as long as she could. Her mother let out a crass belch and leaned in the chair to let out some sloppy wet farts that smelled even worse than the burp and probably stained the couch. Jen couldn’t stomach this any longer; she grabbed a breakfast bar, opened the door to leave the house, and immediately threw up, clambering for fresh air and something to get that smell out of her mind. With no other choice, Jen decides to try and continue her day at school.