"Honey, is that all you are going to eat?" The mother said in a concerned tone. Her daughter had returned to the table with a plate about half as full as her mother's. "Have as much as you would like, that's why they call it 'all you can eat'."
Her daughter seemed hesitant. "Mom, it's just I'm trying to watch what I eat. I don't want to have too much." She replied sheepishly. It was at this point that you dropped off their two very large sodas. Your establishment didn't scrimp when it came to serving sizes.
"Nonsense." You could her the mother saying as you walked away, but still within ear shot. "You're a young growing girl, you should be filling your plate."
The daughter clearly knew just how overly obese she was, but her mother's opinion seemed hard to change. "Mom, the only way I'm growing is fatter. And it's places like this that are contributing to that. You know I have a hard time controlling my appitite, I don't know why you insist on bringing me places like this."
"Clarabelle, I don't know how many times I've told you, you don't have an eating problem. You're a healthy young woman. I insist on bringing you here to show you that you have nothing to worry about. Now eat up."
Clarabelle reluctantly started in on her plate, but as she ate it was evident that she couldn't help but enjoy herself. You knew the food here was good, which was why customer routinely over did themselves here.
After her first small plate was gone, she headed up for another, which was noticeably more packed than before. Her mother gave her a smile that she ignored, and just started to eat what was in front of her.
Now she was really eating with ferocity. Half way through the plate she felt compelled to remove her jeans jacket which hid most of her upper half, now leaving it covered only by a tight white tank top. Now the whole world could see just how chunky her arms were, and how well balanced her chest was compared to her bulging belly.
As she finished off her second plate her mother was just getting started with hers. "Going to have one more dear?" Her mother asked, knowing the pace that her daughter was going at that she still had plenty of room.
Without a response, Clarabelle just heaved herself up from the table, using the arms of her chair for support. You were bringing a refill on the sodas over as Clarabelle had started to head off for the buffet once more. You were privy to the display of her ass as it jiggled away from you, one tightly packed ass cheek squeezed to make room for the other. Also now without her jacket on, you could see how much of a muffin top her tight leggings created, with quite the round pair of love handles sticking out on each side of her.
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