Perhaps something of a change in roles. The mother is usually the one to corrupt and fatten the daughter... But what if the chubby daughter decided that the best way to look better was comparison. Fattening up her mother until she wasn’t the beauty she used to be, stuffing food into her mouth, slowing her digestive system, making her gassy and greasy, making her look like an absolute mess in comparison... Although... The daughter may have gone too far, seeing as she only planned to make her a BBW, not... This...
Hot! hot! I must say you are corrupting me into this and I love it.
I imagine the daughter as the typical fat NEET nerd, probably around 250 pounds, maybe even 300. She rarely showers — she simply doesn’t see the point. All day long she stays locked in her room, playing video games and watching anime, her soft, heavy body sprawled across the bed. She spends hours gooning, lost in deep, aching fantasies about the hot girls she finds online. She desperately wishes she could look like them, or better yet, have one of them as her girlfriend… but how could she ever get close when her own body looks like this?
Her mother, on the other hand, is the picture of seductive beauty. A former model, she still turns heads with her full, firm breasts, a perfectly flat stomach, and a big, round, toned ass that sways with every step. She works out daily and eats only clean, healthy meals. Worried about her daughter’s behavior, she decides to reconnect one afternoon. When she enters the room, she finds her daughter greedily drinking from a gallon of milk as if it were water, lips wrapped around the jug while focused on her game. The mother becomes upset and gently scolds her before leaving.
Upset and frustrated, the daughter decides it’s time to show her mother just how difficult her life really is. She walks into her mother’s room and makes a tempting offer: “You do and eat everything I do for a year, and I’ll do the same. This way we can truly understand how hard it is to live each other’s life.”
The mother refuses at first, calling it ridiculous. But the daughter insists, her voice soft and pleading: “You can lose the weight easily afterward, and you’ll help me get better too. Please, Mom… please.” Reluctantly, the mother agrees.
Over the following months, the mother has stayed shut inside the room, devouring endless amounts of rich, greasy, sugary food — thick bars of butter rolled in sugar, devoured slowly with pleasure. She hasn’t showered in weeks, her once-fresh scent now replaced by something warmer, heavier, more intimate. She’s had to borrow her daughter’s oversized clothes because nothing of her own fits anymore. Her body has transformed completely. She is no longer the sleek, fit, sexy mother she once was. A heavy double belly now hangs soft and full, covered in delicate stretch marks. Her once perfect breasts have grown into two heavy, pendulous bags of warm lard that rest heavily on top of her gut. Her thighs and ass have lost all firmness, becoming thick, jiggly, and irresistibly soft with lush cellulite.
At first she complained constantly, her voice full of disbelief: “How can you live like this? This feels horrible… How can you eat this every day? Do you really touch yourself for hours watching those girls online? You know you could go out and meet them, right? This is so pathetic…”
But now she doesn’t complain anymore. She simply lies there, breathing heavily, watching trashy shows while her hands wander between her thick thighs, pleasuring herself to the same beautiful girls her daughter obsesses over. She eats without shame, like her body craves it more than air. When her arms grow tired, she calls out in a breathy, needy voice: “Honey… BWOOOORPP… honey, please… huff huff… use the funnel for me… burp… I’m so tired…”
Her daughter only followed her mother’s strict routine for two weeks before quitting — it was far harder than she imagined. But watching her elegant mother slowly let go like this has become strangely funny… and deeply arousing. She keeps enabling her, feeding her bigger portions, forbidding showers, making her wear the same clothes, even gently cleaning the warm sweat from her soft, expanding body.
She thought it was time to stop. She had already won. But her mother showed no desire to end it.
As time passed, her mother has become a truly massive, morbidly obese woman, likely reaching 700 pounds. She can no longer stand — her weakened muscles can’t support the immense weight. She simply lays there in bed all day, mouth open, eagerly accepting every hand-fed bite or thick funnel pour. She can no longer reach between her heavy thighs to pleasure herself, yet the aching need remains strong… so she breathlessly asks her daughter to help with that too.
The daughter watches with a mix of fear, guilt, and concern… but deep inside, a dark, constant excitement burns through her. She feels horribly responsible for turning her once-perfect mother into this helpless, bloated, utterly dependent slob… and yet she can’t deny how much it turns her on.
