"I'm back!" Helen shouted as she stepped into her home. "Woah mom, I don't think I can run circles around you any more, it would take me too long!" Dash exclaimed as he watched his Mother advance into the room.

Helen had put on nearly 70 pounds in one week, an astronomical number for so short a time. Her face was now double chinned, and her breasts actually had cleavage in the shirt she was wearing. She was not wearing her usual pants but rather had on a pair of light gray sweatpants. Her rear end bulged out of even this pliable garment, and a clear panty line was visible. Excess belly fat tensed her shirt, riding it up. When her husband walked into the room to see her, his jaw dropped; not only was the woman he married so much fatter, but she positively stank! She smelled as if she hadn't showered in days, and if he wasn't mistaken, she was passing gas right on the spot!

"Hey hun!" Helen smiled, moving to kiss her husband. However, he detected her breath from several feet away. "Umm honey I've got something really important in my office I'll be right back!" Bob stammered, obviously not wanting to come into contact with the source of the foul odor. He hurried into his office and slammed the door, trying to think over the situation.

Helen, unperturbed by this, waddled into the kitchen for a snack. Violet, who had just entered the kitchen after hearing her mother's voice from her room, gasped when she saw the massive rear end sticking out from their open fridge. She could hear her mother (was it her mother or was this just a joke?!) chewing and smacking loudly. Violet got closer. "Mom?"
A blast of foul air erupted from her mother's rear end, causing Violet to stumble backwards, slightly green in the face. Her twiggy figure was now pressed up against the wall of the kitchen farthest from the fridge.

Helen made a slow turn to turn and face her daughter. She looked positively delighted to see Violet. "Sweetheart! Why so wide-eyed? Ohhh... I know you may think I'm acting a little strangely, but...." She rummaged in her sweatpants' pockets for a moment, then pulled out something wrapped in napkins with her meaty arm. "...if you just have a few bites of this, you'll understand! Then we'll both change how things get done around here!"

"What do you mean?!" Violet asked, more than a little freaked out.
Helen smiled. "No more chores or housekeeping for me! I'm going to sit back and enjoy myself! You can too!" Trying not to look too unappealing to her daughter before she ate some of that city's cooking and began the process of "changing her mind", Helen took care to place her hand over her mouth for her next series of belches, and attempted to pass gas as quietly as she could...which was unfortunately not very subtle at all.

Violet pushed the wrapped object in her mother's hand away from her. "No way! This is crazy!" Violet felt like she was going to pass out, as the smells surrounding her mother were worse with her so close, and seemed to be intensifying in the small kitchen with each belch, breath, and fart.
Helen smiled. "You'll see Violet. Every time you get stressed over school, or don't want to do your chores, know that Mom can be there to take care of her little girl!" Putting the napkin-wrapped hot dog in their fridge, Helen grabbed a bag of potato chips and a package of salami and waddled off to park her butt on the couch.