The kitchen was quiet that morning.

Cindy sat on a chair near the table. She looked exhausted and gloomy. Her body was extremely skinny, and she slowly drank water from a bowl placed in front of her.

Her mother Laura leaned against the doorway watching.

Laura wore her usual goth clothes and makeup, dark eyeliner and black clothing, but her skin kept its natural warm tone instead of the pale look people expected from goth styles.

She crossed her arms.

“How did I let you get this thin…” Laura muttered.

Cindy barely reacted. She simply stared down at the bowl.

Laura sighed.

Then she glanced down at herself.

She realized something important.

“If I want Cindy to take care of herself,” Laura said quietly, “then I need to take care of myself too.”

⸻

The next morning the kitchen looked completely different.

The table was covered in a huge breakfast feast.

Plates of bacon, eggs, pancakes, toast, sausages, and bowls of fruit filled every inch of the table.

Laura stood proudly beside it.

She grabbed a strip of bacon and took a big bite.

Then she happily shook her hips as she chewed.

“Cindy!” she called loudly. “Breakfast!”

Cindy slowly walked into the room and stared at the massive table.

Laura pointed to a chair.

“Sit down. We’re eating today.”

⸻

Days passed.

The new routine continued.

Every morning the kitchen filled with food again.

Cindy slowly began to change.

She laughed more. She smiled more. She even began walking around the house with more energy.

One afternoon she held her stomach gently while walking down the hallway.

Her body had grown softer and rounder, and she moved slightly slower than before.

But she looked happy.

⸻

Meanwhile Laura worked hard in the kitchen every day.

One afternoon she stood at the sink washing dishes.

Her body had grown a lot from the constant meals.

Her belly had expanded heavily, pushing against the belt she wore around her waist. The belt had a large skull buckle, and it now stretched tightly across her stomach.

Her hips swayed wide whenever she moved.

Her breasts had grown fuller, and her backside bounced noticeably when she stepped away from the sink.

Laura noticed the movement and laughed.

“Well,” she said to herself.

She gave her hips a playful shake.

Her body jiggled heavily from the motion.

She even gave her own backside a quick playful spank, amused by the bounce.

Days continued passing.

Laura kept cooking huge meals and enjoying them with Cindy.

Eventually Laura had grown morbidly obese, her body massive yet still active as she moved through the kitchen preparing more food.

One afternoon her belt finally gave up.

SNAP.

The skull belt broke and dropped to the floor.

Laura looked down at her belly and laughed happily.

She gave it a proud pat.

“Hard work,” she said proudly.

⸻

Cindy had changed too.

She had become morbidly obese as well, her body soft and round. She often rested her hands on her large belly while walking through the house.

Sometimes she sat on the couch gently playing with the soft folds of her stomach while watching television.

But unlike before, she was smiling.

⸻

One afternoon Laura stood in the kitchen thinking.

“Hmmm…” she said.

“What should we do for second lunch?”

Cindy walked in and sat down beside the table.

Laura placed a gigantic sub sandwich across the table between them.

It was so long that it stretched across multiple plates.

Both of them sat down.

Because of their size they needed multiple chairs to sit comfortably.

But neither of them seemed bothered.

They both laughed and began eating together.

The kitchen filled with happy conversation and the sound of food being shared.

For Laura and Cindy, life had completely changed.

And for the first time in a long while, both of them felt happy.