New Years 2025
 Kathy, 41, was the owner of a small mom n pop store near a local college.
All her employees were off partying, but she couldn't pass up an opportunity to make some extra money to support her struggling business, even if it meant not being with her family on such an occasion.
 She manned the register herself, as drunk students came and went on their resupply missions. It was halfway to 12 when one more such deliquent came. He was scrawny, with greasy unkempt hair and clearly after some partying already. Technically she shouldn't sell alcohol to those under the influence, but she was getting off soon anyways, so she decided to let it slide. Kids will be kids.
 Oddly, the boy didn't put the goods in a bag, or even carry them in his hands, instead he stuffed them into his pockets. The mom of three was shocked as the brazen shoplifter approached the exit without even nearing the registry. She quickly went around the counter, catching up to the slovenly drunkard in no time.
She caught him by the shoulder.
"Hey! You're gonna have to pay for that!"
 "Wha...? I didn't-..." the rest was uninteligible. Kathy rolled her eyes. The kid was young enough to be her son, no model citizen, but who is when in college? The last thing he needed was a felony misdemeanor on his record.
 "Alright you, let's get you sobered up." She said, taking the items out of his hand and placing them on the counter, before dragging him off to a door in the back.
 The boy slurred something, the only thing Kathy could make out was "but"
 "No buts! Either you come with me or I'll be notifying law enforcement."
 She sat the rascal down on a chair in the office and proceeded to gim him a talking to.
 "Young man! Don't you know you're supposed to pay for things you buy at a store? I have a family to support, I'm not here to give hand outs to entitled kids!"
She said with a pout on her face.
 He didn't seem to be paying attention, his eyes just looked forward, his mouth watering like the lights were on but noone was home.
 "Are you listening to me?!" The woman said annoyed, only to then notice the outline of his girthy erect penis going down his pant leg.
 A "Huh?" was all she was able to mutter as she felt a tug on her breast. The young man's hand grabbed her right tit as he got up and off the chair, his face was blushing with a dumb expression to boot as he shifted his weight onto the voluptous woman and pulled his pants down. Kathy’s mouth was muffled by a hand wrapped in hoodie sleeve, and she could only stare at the door as she felt a heavy warmth enter her. The store remained silent for a brief period. It’s doors opened and shut behind a few drunken fools, who eagerly helped themselves to a few of its contents as there was no cashier in sight. The noise coming from the office room went unheard, and gradually the “customers” left the store, leaving but one.
 A meaty mass brushed against the automatic doors, behind it was the rest of the body it was a part of.
The student had a stupid, blissful expression on his face. He thought New Years was totally wasted untill now. He didn't think he'd get a chance to score, let alone a smokin' hot MILF. His cock twitched, the recent experience still on his mind.
 The woman's shape could be seen like through a veil, on his upper stomach. Restricted by the young man's clenching walls, the mother herself was forced into a fetal position. Her breasts pushed out upwards, her wide child bearing hipped ass rubbed against his once again stiffening cock as it brushed up against it through the fleshy wall.
 The boy appreciated being serviced so well by his suprise lover. First he got his rocks off, then a substantial meal, and now he even had some entertainment on the way home. Older women always went above and beyond compared to girls his age, that's why he loved MILFs.
 As he made his way home, he eagerly played with the woman's breasts as they stuck out in his face, in an inviting temptation. Her mature tits were huge. The kind permanently swollen by successive pregnancies, and quite firm for her age. The fact they were now his only added to his arousal, as much as his late night dinner may disagree.
 Her muffled protests, even if sincere, didn't amount to much, as her lewd body spoke for itself. Her wide ass continously rubbed against the deviant's fully erect penis, so much so that halfway through his trip home it made him "mark his territory" on some random sidewalk.
 By the time he was at his apartment complex, Kathy's now shapeless body could no longer entice the hormonally posessed young man. He patted what remained of the older woman approvingly, as he gave her store a five star rating on his phone. His midsection emanated with the kind of warmth one would feel after a nice home cooked meal, once again, proving his opinions on MILFs correct.
 Before the youngster could make it to the staircase, he felt a tug in his gut. The slurryfied Kathy was already knocking on his backdoor. Older generations tend to be less enthusiastic about butt stuff, but the cashier had no choice. Turds began being expelled out of the college student's rectum, the motion of the partial bone fragments rubbing against his prostate. The slut was still eager to please. His taint twitched as his dick sprang into action for the third time, eventually painting Kathy's remains white. With a satisfied sigh, the spoiled devourer uncrouched from behind the dumpster and ascended the stairs leading to his apartment, now feeling lighter.
 The new main man in Kathy's life woke up in the afternoon, with a headache and no memory of the proceeding evening. As his eyes squinted open, the first thing he noticed was his bulging, fat belly. Though it was now empty, it protruded quite a bit. It was jigly and plush, giving in to touch without much effort, much like the former working mom who now constituted it.
 "What the hell did I eat yesterday?" Was the youth's only comment as he got up from his matterace, which laid strewn about haphazardly in his disorderly room. He'd need another nice older lady to help him with that. His pants, previously needing a belt to stay in place, now hung comfortably from his rear. It seems in some sense you are what you eat afterall. The doting cashier couldn't be separated from the wayward boy's posterior.
 The college student went to his kitchen, Kathy swaying along with his step, as he tried to remember what had happened last night. The fridge was stocked with the usual contents of beer, whisky, wine, beer, rum, beer, and eggs. He grabbed a lone carton of milk and took a swig.
 It came splattering back up with a cough, soaking the stretch of his shirt over his rounded belly. Sticking two fingers into his mouth, he grabbed something solid and yanked.
 A huge, lacy black bra dripped saliva into the fridge, swaying gently in the grip of his fingers. It was soaking wet with bodily fluids of various types, including two notable, near permanent stains around the center of the cups. A white tag flapped into view: “Made from digestion-resistant fabric!” it proudly proclaimed.
 “Oh shit…” the boy said with dawning realization. “The MILF! I ate something that big!?” Quiet in response, his stomach hung heavily on his torso. It shook satisfyingly with the impact of a slap. His expression turned from surprise to one of dawning interest. "I guess those jugs had to go somewhere, huh?"
A small grin began to rise on his lips, just as his pants began to grow noticeably tight. Pressing against the fat of his belly, it was more pleasurable than it had any right to be. "Cougar slut must've really liked me. We're inseperable now." He said, with satisfaction. "There's still plenty of fun to be had, whoever you were." He snickered
Sauntering back into his bedroom with the bra sling over his shoulder, the young college boy proceeded to make a mess of his sheets to the extent only a horny college boy could.
 Kathy's family was struck by grief. Kathy's struggling business has been putting off fixing the security camera for quite a while, leading to no suspect being apprehened in relation to her sudden disappearance. Little did they know their loving mother was now the fat gut of a college party animal half her age, her calories expended on drunken raves and copious masturbation.