Jennifer waddled down the hall as best she could with her new jiggling, corpulent frame. At the very least the layout of her house was the same. Wish she could say the same for its condition. The floor was littered with half chewed food, snack wrappers, and what she could only assume was more feces. She could see the wallpaper peeling in a few places, as well as spots of mold in some of the corners. The level of filth in this place was unreal!
She finally made her way to the kitchen, where she could finally sate her sudden hunger. As expected, the filth in here was fantastic. There were piles of old dishes that seemed to have been taken over by whole colonies of mold. The only thing relatively clean in the room was the table, which was being tended to by a floating spherical robot with a maid’s headpiece on top. It had the name “Martha” stamped on its sides.
“Martha?!” Jennifer exclaimed, “You a robot?!” The robot version of Martha wheeled around to look at the gigantic girl with a pair of glowing white eyes.
“Calculation,” Martha stated in tinny monotone, “I have always been and always will be a robot. My directive is Maid To The Smith Household. Good morning Miss Jennifer. Did you relieve yourself yet?”
“Uhh… me think me did,” Jennifer answered, shaking her head, “What me doing?! Me just pooped on the floor! Martha! Listen to me! Me not supposed to be like this! Me supposed to be skinny cheerleader! With better grammar than this!”
“Calculation,” Martha droned, “Negative. Jennifer is pretty slob. Jennifer likes pooping and cumming all day.”
“What?!” Jennifer shrieked, shaking the robotic sphere violently, “Me no can be slob! Me no wanna be slob no more! Martha, you gotta believe me!”
“Please unhand me!” Martha wailed in monotone, “I am a delicate instrument!”
“What going on in here?” another voice inquired. Jennifer turned her head towards the voice and felt her stomach drop. That was Mom?! Her face was familiar, but the rest of her… indescribable! Her gut was so large that it dragged on the ground and spread her elephantine legs wide. Her flabby arms were like stacks of donuts, all wobbling like gelatin. Her cheeks were so fat that they virtually obscured her lips. Every inch of her skin was coated in some manner of sweat, grease, and old food crumbs.
Jennifer unhanded Martha and just stared, mouth agape.
“Good morning, Jenny,” this corpulent parody of her mother greeted, “Hey, Martha.”
“Good morning Missus Janice,” Martha monotoned, “Have you relieved yourself yet?”
“Me pooped lots and lots,” Janice answered, “so now me hungry! Make us something yummy and greasy for breakfast please.”
“Order Confirmed,” Martha stated, floating away towards the stove, leaving Jenny alone with her mother.
“Mom?” Jennifer asked uncertainly, “Is that really you?”
“Uh huh! Me think so,” Janice nodded, “Me put on a couple pounds yesterday. Are you okay? You sound worried.”
“Me… me don’t know!” Jenny cried, “All me know is me woke up this morning and suddenly me is a fat slob!”
“You always a slob,” Janice said simply, “and a really pretty one too. What you mean you woke up like this?”
“What me mean is, me was skinny yesterday!” Jennifer insisted, “Like, really skinny! Then some freshman me hazed with the squad called me on the phone and-”
“Jennifer Poopsie Smith, is you bullying again?” her mother scolded, though with her bad grammar she could hardly take her seriously, “Me should make you skip dinners for a week if you are!”
“P-Poopsie?!” Jennifer shrieked.
“That your middle name,” Janice stated, “You know that your middle name. Me middle name is Vomita, yours is Poopsie. Is very normal.”
“No it not!” Jennifer shouted, “Me middle name supposed to be Petunia! Not Poopsie!”
“Jenny, are you being a dummy today?” Janice cocked her head, “Poopsie is a traditional middle name. Everyone’s middle name is based on something gross like puke or poop or something. Are you okay? Maybe you stay home and me have a doctor-bot look at you after breakfast.”