please continue the story I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and rolled over to peek at the alarm clock. 11:00 am? Fuuuuuuuck, how I she sleep in so late? I groaned and sat up at the edge of my bed, belly rolls forming as I hunched over. I really let myself go since I started grad school. I used to be a skinny little goth girl throughout high school and college but post-grad work was just a whole other level. Who knew studying feminist American History would be such a time sink? I needed this break. And it's always great to visit mom.

I stood up in my tiny black t-shirt and panties and stopped when I noticed something funny in the full-length mirror. I turned my head sideways, spun around and struck all kinds of poses. All I she saw was a girl with shoulder length black hair, what looked to be perfect permanent dark eyeliner, a choker, a black t-shirt too small for her massive titties, a tight, flat stomach that led to flaired hips, a round and tight bubble butt in a tiny black thong and supple, thick thighs. In other words, just how I always looked. Huh. Thought I saw something strange for a second there. Whatever.

I look out the window and see my mother coming in from tending the garden. She's a bit frumpy in her dirty shirt and overalls, but she works hard at everything she does. I can't help admiring her dedication and hard work.

I do my usual stretches to start the day off. Touching my toes, pulling my legs all the way behind my head, splits, the whole routine. After a while, I smell that mom is already co