Waking up late on Saturday, I drowsily got out of bed, admiring Emilia's stuffed, heavy body wrapped up in the blanket. I could smell something heavenly being cooked from the kitchen, so getting dressed, I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, where mom was in full swing preparing breakfast. The sizzling from bacon, eggs being scrambled and the smell of coffee filled the kitchen.
"Good morning," I said, watching mom cooking.
"Oh! Good morning sweetie," mom said, throwing a quick glance at me over her shoulder. "How is Emilia doing?"
"She's still asleep but she seemed fine yesterday."
"That's good." Both of us then got quiet, as mom continued focusing on cooking, and I felt a little awkward just standing there.
"Do you want any help?" I asked.
"I always need help, so I'd really appreciate it. You can set the table and take out the remaining stuff from the pantry and fridge," mom said. While mom finished up at the stove, I set the table and put out the remaining things, having a very appetizing breakfast in front of us. "You can go and wake Emilia," mom said, throwing a quick glance over at the coffeemaker to check if it was done. Heading back up to my room, I saw that Emilia was still sleeping peacefully on her side, her stuffed belly expanding and shrinking as she breathed slowly. A bit of drool escapes her open mouth, leaving a white dried trail across her jaw. Putting my hand on her shoulder, I gently and slowly shook her back and forth and said:
"Morning." Emilia's eyes flutter open, squinting her eyes up at me as she gets used to the light.
"Morning..." she sleepily responds, looking up at me with her bright green eyes, a wide smile spreading across her face. "You look really handsome in the morning..." she continues, reaching out with one of her hands to touch my face.
"And you look really beautiful," I say, leaning down to kiss her. "Did you sleep well?"
"I don't think I've slept this good in years," Emilia sighs brightly, turning over to her back and sitting herself up with a little bit of struggling.
"So... Breakfast is ready... if you have room..." I joked, stroking her stuffed belly.
"I might be *groan* too full after all the grilled cheeses..." Emilia groaned, putting her hand on mine. "But I could always sit and talk at the table."
"Alright, let me go and grab you a shirt to cover up your... breasts," I said, staring at the huge freckled books that rested on the belly.
"Good idea." Walking to mom's room to borrow one of her shirts, I was immediately hit by the thick smell of mom's lust. It practically poured out of her bed, filling my head as I stepped in. I felt myself grow slightly hard, feeling slightly lustful from the smell alone. On the bed, next to the pillow, lays a purple dildo which I quickly averted my gaze from, walking over to the closet and grabbing a pale blue T-shirt, quickly heading back to Emilia.
"Here you go," I said, handing Emilia the T-shirt which she put on, having to fight with her long orange hair to fit it through. Helping her out of the bed, Emilia clung onto me.
"I hope you don't mind me holding onto you," Emilia said, knowing full well I didn't mind at all. Even though Emilia was a couple of inches taller than me and at least 60 pounds heavier without the large amount of food stuffed in her stomach, I managed to support her pretty well as we made our way down to the kitchen. "H-hello Alexandra." Emilia seemed a little bit nervous, having waltzed in naked in front of mom the previous evening.
"Hi Emilia. Hungry?" mom asked, gesturing to the food she had prepared.
"No, I'm afraid. John stuffed me full last night so I..." Emilia interrupted herself, blushing fiercely. Mom just chuckled faintly, pouring coffee in a mug.
"Coffee then?"
"S-sure. That'd be nice," Emilia responded, taking a seat at the table. Pouring coffee for Emilia and me, mom put away the coffee pot and took a seat as well at the table.
"So... Mason's back," mom said, beginning to put stuff on her plate. Sandwiches, bacon, scrambled eggs, marmalade, mom had gone all out for this breakfast.
"Yes. Came home at noon yesterday. I spotted a hickey or two on his neck, red lipstick on his collar... Nothing I hadn't seen before."
"That's awful! Sleeping around with other women like that!" mom exclaimed, and I felt myself shrink back a little bit, but mom didn't seem to intentionally direct the comment at me.
"It's been going on for a while... Honestly I'm not upset, well I was but... Not anymore," Emilia says, placing her hand on my thigh and stroking it slightly.
"He's a real horrid man. I never liked him." Mom shoved a forkful of eggs and bacon into her mouth, gulping it down with coffee.
"I don't like him either. I mean he's not caring, or thoughtful, or kind. I know that this sounds shallow but he's more of a wallet than a person most of the time. He just throws money at me and goes out."
"So what happened when he came home?" mom asked.
"Well... At first he just went upstairs and changed clothes. Then he quickly greeted me before heading to the couch to watch a game. He barely looked at me and I didn't feel like interacting with him so I went out to do some protective work around some of the more cold vulnerable plants in the garden. An hour or so later he came out to check what I was doing and he then noticed the changes. He's now only slightly taller than I, and I've gained a few pounds, which he wasn't at all happy with. He berated me. Telling me how irresponsible and piggish I was. The nerve of that man!" Emilia said, slumping back into her chair, grabbing a piece of bacon and chewing on it slowly.
"What a dick!" mom said, listening intently while stuffing her face with more food.
"Well anyway... I snapped back at him with all his cheating and the lack of attention he'd been giving me which made him madder. We screamed at each other in the front yard, our neighbors could definitely hear everything. After a few minutes he said something, that I should go back to Ireland or something similar. I don't remember exactly but it made me really mad so I stormed inside, grabbed a jacket that was too small for me and rushed out. I walked around for a bit until I decided to come here. And well, that's it." Emilia sighed, drinking some coffee which she had poured a lot of milk into.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that Emilia," mom said. "And you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And I don't think that John would have a problem with that right?"
"Of course not. I like having you around Emilia," I said, having been quiet since we entered the kitchen.
