Valeria was agog at the sight of her mother. Susan had become much, much taller. Perhaps close to seven feet! What's more, her body had bulked up enormously. At first Val thought she was just fat, but she realized it was merely a thick blubbery layer over powerfully corded muscle!
"Good morning, Valeria," Susan smiled. She barely resembled the old Susan Storm-Richards. Every bit of her was radically different. Her jawline was harder and her nose was broad and blunt. Her head rested on a short, thick neck. The lustrous blonde hair Val remembered was shorn down to an inch or two at most, and was far more thin and receded than should have been normal, as if Susan had been abusing steroids for years.
Her breasts were orange-sized teats hanging from her pecs, drooping down over her gut, a broad girdle of fat resting on her hips. Val could see Susan's clit bulging between her tree-trunk thighs, tenting out the unstable molecular fabric like a tiny cock.
"Breakfast is almost ready," Susan continued, turning back to the counter. Val plopped herself in one of the chairs, the space-age metal straining audibly to hold her misshapen bulk. From behind, Susan resembled a lumberjack or a weightlifter; someone who could wrestle a bear and win. She put two dishes on the table and Val's mouth began to water at the smell. "Here you go, honey. Pub-style fish and chips on a bed of bacon and chili cheese nachos for you, and a porterhouse steak and a raw-egg smoothie with broccoli and flax seed for me."
The two sat down and began to eat, although it would be more accurate to call it "gorging." Val shoveled her deep-fried, batter-crusted food in her gaping maw, grunting and belching without an ounce of shame. Susan gulped down her gooey, gritty drink like she was chugging a beer. Both of them thought the other's meal looked unappetizing at best, downright stomach-churning at worst, but they seemed to understand each other's needs.
"How did this happen to you, mom?" Val burped, chili running down her chins.
"Well, you needed someone to empathize with, and we all needed a little perspective on your situation," Susan remarked sagely, wiping her chin. "I volunteered. It's important for family to stick together." She stood up and hugged Val, gently squeezing her doughy, obese daughter with arms like telephone poles. Valeria couldn't help but let out a gurgling belch and both of them laughed.
"Hey, what's so funny, you two?" a petite, girlish figure yawned as she strolled into the kitchen. Sue and Val were confused as they watched her open up the fridge and pull out the orange juice.
"Excuse me, miss," Sue asked, her brow furrowing. "How did you get in here?"
"Miss?" the girl chirped. "Come on, Sue, it's me..."