Violet awoke the next morning not quite certain what she did last night. She felt as if she had the flu; her stomach was bothering her, she smelled of sweat, and the last thing she felt like doing was getting out of bed. As Violet willed herself to a sitting position, she noticed one sensation that was definitely not associated with getting sick; despite a painful stomach ache, she was also starving! She put a hand to her gut, trying to puzzle out why she felt so strange, when she detected a significant change in texture.

"WHAT THE?!" Violet shrieked as she jumped to her feet; a fart escaped from her now much more voluminous rear as she did. Violet knew this wasn't some horrible nightmare the moment she glanced in the mirror. She was clad in the bra and panties she put on yesterday, and they definitely looked to be her normal, size 3's and a-cup wear. Her body, however, was no longer fitting these specifications. Her bra looked ready to explode, and her panties were so tight they left very little to the imagination both front and back. A tiny micro-roll of fat rolled over the topmost edges of her undergarment. Violet felt like she was going to vomit; her once totally flat stomach was now a serious potbelly that exerted enough weight to cause two downward slanting creases on either side of the small of her back. There was no longer space in between her thighs when she stood. Her rear end had grown banana rolls underneath each cheek and smallish dimples played across her backside and inner thighs.

Violet couldn't take the discomfort anymore and unhooked her bra. For once in her life, she had noticeable breasts. Violet, feeling their weight and pushing on them a little with her hands, sighed. She used to be peeved at being flat chested, but now that she finally had some weight upstairs, the rest of her body had to draw the eye away from them!

As the disorientation that one feels upon waking up faded away, memories of last night began to filter into Violet's head in rapidly sharpening clarity. Her mother did this to her, and it was changing her! Violet ran a testing hand through her hair. Having gone unwashed, it was starting to become oily. Licking her lips, Violet tasted a greasy cheese-like tang. Last night she was doing exactly what her mother was! Violet tried to stifle a small string of belches that surfaced as she stood and puzzled things out.

Violet willed herself to throw on sweatpants and a sweater (It was altogether too warm for one, but it was the only thing that fit halfway decently!) and to apply deodorant. As she was stroking the stick underneath her arms, she had a pang of panic, as if she were on a roller coaster that had just reached its highest point before the drop. The deodorant felt sticky, unpleasant, and downright gross under her arms. Trying to ignore that she was passing gas again, Violet grabbed her books and vowed that she would march past her mother and whatever temptations she offered, get on the school bus, and try and figure out what to do next over the course of the day. She thanked the universe for her powers of invisibility, as she would rather not give her classmates more opportunities to guess how fat she had gotten than were absolutely necessary.

Violet's mind raced as she noticed the changes in her body as she was descending the stairs. "Oh my god, what is happening to me?! I'm getting winded going DOWN stairs! Urgh...and I feel my ass shaking all the time now....I've gotta drop....gotta..." <Frrrrrrt!> She froze in awe at the kitchen.

Violet stepped into the kitchen to observe a smorgasbord of breakfast delights strewn on every available surface...except in a 10 foot radius around her mother, who was still in nothing but a nightgown and panties as she greedily rolled five or six pancakes into a cylinder, crammed them into her mouth, then proceeded to drink from an uncapped bottle of syrup. Her ass was jutting out far enough to bulge into and flow around the creviced made by the kitchen drawers.

Helen looked happy to see her daughter, and positively happy to see her daughter's thighs. Her eyes scanned Violet's body greedily. "Sweetheart, don't go to school today..." Her mother cooed in a tone that just screamed "my poor little overworked baby!"

"But...ummm...uhhh" Violet just didn't know what to say, the resolution she had made to herself just seconds ago now forgotten. In the back of her mind, Violet noted her breath was kind of strong as she stammered; she had forgotten to brush both last night and this morning.
Violet mentally told herself that she stopped in shock at the image of her mother, but part of her knew she was really paralyzed by how delicious the buffet looked. In fact, her mom's flabby, layered pear shape was almost kind of graceful looking...if you got past the fact that she was so gross! Violet's mind was going all over the place.

Breakfast burritos, clearly overstuffed with meat and cheese, over-sized pancakes and waffles, heaps of bacon, fat-laden T-bone steaks, all manner of sugary fruit juices, and package upon package of butter beckoned to Violet's increasingly ravenous appetite. The grease dripping from the meat onto lower strips of bacon or sausage links in their respective piles was hypnotic. The smell was fantastic, even when mixed with the tropical atmosphere of her mother's sweat and constant belching and farting. The kitchen was nearly twenty degrees warmer than any other room in the house!

"Sit, sweetheart!" Her mother waddled over to the table, pulled out a chair, and belched as she gestured. Eying her daughter, she smiled. "Eat up! My little girl put on such a great foundation last night, now its time to build!" She half-sang in a maternal voice. Her belly rested on the back of the chair for the moment her mother was positioning it.

Violet tried to mentally compromise. "I can just enjoy the feeling of all that grease sliding down my throat for just a few minutes, until the bus comes, then i'll throw some of those pancakes in a brown bag and..." Violet shook her head as she began to take absentminded steps toward her foul-smelling mother. "What am I thinking?! Get out of there Violet!"

Violet stumbled backwards. "Mom, listen this is all really nice but I'm going to have to pass! I'll see you after school...umm...bye!" Violet nearly ran from the kitchen.

Helen put her hands on her hips, letting her bare breasts slip out of her nightgown. "I don't under -burrrap- stand" she said out loud. Helen took a break from eating (with one of her hands) by bringing her fingernails into her smelly, damp armpit.

Violet suddenly reappeared, now visibly gasping for breath. Before Helen could do more than let a fart slip out, Violet grabbed a foot-long breakfast burrito in each hand, about faced, and ran back out of the house, leaving behind some of her own gas.

Violet was halfway through the burrito in her left hand, a heavenly bacon-sausage-ham-cheddar-egg mix, and had succeeded in dirtying her sweater with the oily morsels that fell from the poorly-contained wrap as she gobbled it up. "God this is so good! I can't believe I like this! What's happening to me?! Maybe just one more trip inside....who cares if I miss school and have a bite to eat with mom just this once....but if I do that I'll never be the same Violet again! I'm being brainwashed!" Violet belched loudly, flecks of egg spraying from her mouth. "I've gotta stop doing that...."

Violet saw her school bus rounding the corner; it was time to choose. Violet's stomach roared with hunger; she felt less full AFTER eating some of her mom's 'cooking'!

"Its just that addictive, stop now!" Violet's conscience screamed. "It's just that good, go have more!" Violet's mind whispered.