As she descended down the stairs, slowly and with great exertion, I got a good look at my Aunt Sally for the first time in years…
Now, I remembered her as something of an amazon. Tall, long red hair, and looks that could kill. She always wore these three-piece ensembles with tight little skirts. Big breasts, a strong but not overly masculine jawline, a contender for a real life Wonder Woman. The fact that she towered over the rest of us, even the adults in the family, certainly helped my then little mind build up that image.
The woman who came down the stairs, however, wasn’t really what most would consider Amazonian material. She was just as tall and her hair was just as red; it was literally almost everything else that had changed. Namely that her features, once strong and proud, hadn’t so much softened as much as they had inflated. My Aunt Sally had been voluptuous all my life, no doubt, but never quite so dangerously so.
“Is that Mel I hear?” she huffed and puffed as she came down the stairs, gripping the guardrail with one hand as she gingerly lowered herself down one step at a time, “Hold on sweetie, lemme… lemme get down there first… phew…”
As she slowly descended the stairs, my attention actually managed to shift to something other than the heavenly smells filling the house. She was even bigger up close—something that, at least, had stayed the same. At such a huge height to begin with, I had no idea how much my aunt could have possibly weighed. She was at least a head or so taller than I was, and we looked to be almost the same amount of fatass. Her belly strained the buttons on her blouse and her fupa pressed tightly against her tentish skirt, managing to hold such a gut perfectly still as she lumbered down the stairs with all the grace of a Buttercombe graduate. Her features—high cheekbones, strong chin, firm jawline—had all been buried under pound upon pound of facial fat, framed by a Daytime-TV-Perfect hairdo of orange brown. Her chins touched the swell of her chest, leaving her no neck to speak of as she wrestled two ripened melons that even now threatened to pop the buttons on her blouse right at my face.
She took a second to catch her breath, gripping the column at the end of the stairwell tightly, before waddling closer towards me and wrapping me in this big, flabby, titteriffic hug.
“It’s so good to see you!” my Aunt Sally wheezed breathlessly, “Oh you got so big!”
“Yeah… you too?” I answered a little flabbergasted before I attempted to hug back, “Thanks for letting me stay with you guys.”
“Oh don’t mention it, sweetie. We’re family.” Aunt Sally said as she broke away—I could see that the climb down the stairs had left her damp with sweat—and gave me another look at just how closely this family was beginning to resemble me, “We’d do it for ya anytime.”
Even standing a few feet apart, our guts were still getting acquainted. They brushed up against each other as Aunt Sally fidgeted in place, sniffing around like I’d been for the past few minutes before I got so seriously distracted. Somehow, Sally had been fattened up into a prize-winning porker—and judging by the overpowering aroma of home-cooked kitchenry, I could only begin to guess the culprit…
“Mmm… smells good Rhonda.” She turned her attention to my other aunt, “Is that…” her voice fell as she let out a familiar noise of guttural satisfaction
“Sure is, sweetie!” Aunt Rhonda said with a pinch of Sally’s overly appled cheek, “Your favorite—meatloaf, fried chicken, and spaghetti casserole served with mashed potatoes, green beans, creamed corn and lots of macaroni pie!”
I practically started drooling right there as my suspicions were confirmed. My Aunt Sally held no such reservations and actually started smacking her lips before waddling towards the kitchen, a hungry glimmer in her eyes as she inadvertently gave me a great view of her ass that was easily the size of the broad side of a barn.
If my Aunt Sally was anything to go by, moving in with Aunt Rhonda was definitely the right decision if I wanted to fatten myself up.
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