Seems the fat ass is genetic

[slightly "less" smutty intro]

Lois and Peter’s divorce had been messy, and both women had dealt with it the same way — by eating.

Week after week of stress-eating. Ice cream straight from the tub. Late-night snacks. Comfort food after comfort food. And every single pound had gone straight to their asses.

Lois’s backside had swollen into a gigantic, heavy, shelf-like bubble butt that now strained every pair of khaki pants she owned. The fabric was constantly stretched tight across those fat cheeks, the waistband riding low while the rest of that wobbly shelf spilled out the top and sides. When she walked, it swayed and rippled heavily.

Meg’s transformation had been even more dramatic. Her ass had ballooned into a massive, soft, sloshing, wobbly pudge that completely dominated her frame. Her blue pants looked painted on, the seams digging deep between those enormous cheeks while the rest of that heavy, jiggling shelf spilled out everywhere. Every movement made it ripple and clap softly.

Naturally, you’d noticed. At first it was just glances in the halls. Then it became impossible to ignore. Every week Meg’s ass got bigger, heavier, more hypnotic. You started jerking off to it at home — thick, sloppy loads pumped out while you imagined what that massive, sloshing pudge would feel like smothering your face. When you realized Lois had the same thing going on, it only made it worse. After all, a mother AND daughter suddenly gaining pounds upon pounds of fuckflesh would've gotten anybody goin', right?

Then you got paired with Meg for the group project.

Now you’re standing on their doorstep, trying (and failing) to think about anything except the two fat asses you’ve been obsessing over for weeks.

You knock.

The door opens and Lois is standing there, one hand on the frame, the other resting on her wide hip. She’s wearing a tight green top and those same strained khaki pants. Up close, her ass looks even bigger than you remembered — two enormous, heavy cheeks that fill out the pants completely, the fabric so tight it looks like it’s seconds from splitting. When she shifts her weight to lean against the doorframe, those fat cheeks wobble and settle with a soft, heavy motion.

“Oh. You’re the one working with Meg on that project, right?” Her voice is sharp but not unfriendly. She looks you up and down for a second, then steps aside.

“Come on in. She’s in the dining room clearing off the table.”

She turns and walks ahead of you, and you get the full view from behind. That gigantic, shelf-like ass sways and ripples with every step, the khaki fabric stretching and creasing between those fat cheeks. It jiggles heavily, almost hypnotically, as she leads you through the house. You can’t look away. Your cock is already stirring, and you hardly got through the door. This was gonna be a long afternoon...

Thankfully she doesn’t seem to notice (or pretends not to). She just keeps walking like it’s any other day.

When you reach the dining room, Meg is there.

She’s bent over the long table, clearing off plates, notebooks, and random clutter so you two can actually work. Her back is arched, her massive ass pointed right at you as she reaches across the table. Those blue pants are stretched to their absolute limit across that gigantic, sloshing pudge. The fabric is wedged so deep between her cheeks it’s basically invisible in the middle, while the rest of her enormous, heavy ass spills out the top and sides. Every time she shifts to grab something, those fat cheeks wobble and ripple, the soft pudge jiggling heavily. You can actually see the way the fat moves — slow, heavy, hypnotic.

She hasn’t noticed you two yet. She’s just focused on clearing the table, humming quietly to herself, completely unaware (or pretending to be) that her massive, wobbly ass is on full, inadvertent display.

Lois stops near the table and turns to you, one eyebrow raised.

“Meg, your project partner’s here.”

Meg straightens up quickly, cheeks already flushing as she adjusts her beanie and glasses. She turns around, and even from the front you can see how much her ass still spills out behind her. “Oh… uh, hey. Sorry, I was just trying to make space.”

She glances at the table, then back at you. Her eyes flick down for half a second — long enough to notice the way you’re standing, the slight tension in your posture — before she looks away again, face getting redder. Lois leans against the wall, arms crossed under her chest. Even standing still, her massive khaki-clad ass is impossible to ignore. It presses against the wall behind her, the fat cheeks spreading slightly from the pressure.

“You two can work in here. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.”

She doesn’t leave right away. She just stands there for a moment, watching you with that sharp look she always has. Meg goes back to clearing the last of the stuff off the table, bending over again without thinking. Her gigantic, sloshing ass wobbles and jiggles as she moves things around, the blue fabric straining and creasing with every reach.

You’re supposed to be setting up your notebook. You’re supposed to be talking about the project. You're supposed to be doing literally ANYTHING ELSE than stare at Meg's ass.

Instead you’re standing there, cock half-hard in your pants, staring at both of them.

Lois catches it first. She doesn’t say anything right away. She just watches you watching Meg’s ass as her daughter bends over the table. A small, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth.

Meg finally notices too. She straightens up again, turning to face you with her cheeks burning.

“Ugh… you’re staring. What, is there something on my pants or something?”

She shifts her weight, and that massive, wobbly pudge ripples again behind her.

Lois lets out a quiet huff of amusement and pushes off the wall.

“He’s been staring since he walked in the door. Probably noticed how much we’ve both… filled out since the divorce.”

Meg’s face goes even redder. She crosses her arms, which only makes her ass push out more behind her. “Ugh… it’s not like we did it on purpose. We were just… eating our feelings or whatever. All the weight went straight to our asses. It’s embarrassing enough without people staring like pervs.” She glances at you again, then quickly looks away.

Lois steps closer to the table, her own gigantic shelf swaying with the movement. She rests one hand on the wood and looks at you directly.“Well? You gonna keep standing there gawking, or are you actually gonna sit down and work on this project?”

Her tone is scolding, but there’s something else under it — something hotter. Knowing. Meg bites her lip and sits down at the table, her massive ass spreading wide across the chair as she does. Even sitting, it looks enormous. “Yeah… let’s just… focus on the project. Okay?”

She’s trying to sound normal. Lois is trying to sound normal. But both of them are sitting (or standing) there with those two massive, wobbly, barely-contained asses, and the air in the room already feels heavier.

Neither of them has said anything outright yet.

But they both know exactly what you’ve been looking at.