BXBX NOVEL Chapter 26: You’re Way Too Fat
Chapter 26: You're Way Too Fat
My threat was extremely effective, as she stopped crying in a second and looked back at me, and said while pouting
"Kafi is such a bad boy~ He's even threatening his own mother now."
"At least I'm not trying to guilt-trip my own son so that she can sit on his lap, like a certain someone I know." I answered, which made her look away, unable to say anything in response. She then looked back at me once again, while pushing her butt into my hands like she was trying her best to sit on my lap, and asked
"Didn't you say that you would let me sit on your lap? Then why are you stopping me even now? Did you change your mind after thinking about it?...Well, I don't care if you really did, since I'm going to sit on your lap no matter what!"
She had a persistent look on her face, and she didn't look like she was going to give up until she sat on my lap.
"I will let you sit on my lap, mom..." I explained the reason why I stopped her from sitting on me. "...But I just don't want to jump on me, like you were about to do before, just in case the chair can't handle the impact and breaks into pieces."
A look of incredulity appeared on my mother's face when she heard my statement, and she looked like she couldn't believe those words came from her son, whom she trusted and cared for the most. She then said, while stammering at her son's words, that should never be said to a woman
"...W-What do you mean by that, Kafi?...A-Are you calling your mother fat?"
She didn't seem to know how to react after hearing her own son, who called her the most beautiful woman in the world, call her fat and was dumbfounded.
"Your mother may have to put on some weight in these years. But didn't you just say that you didn't mind that at all, and think that I was as light as a feather when you carried me?...Or did you just say that to make me feel better at that time." She said in a sorrowful manner and looked a little betrayed that her greatest supporter was actually lying to make her feel better about herself.
She then gave a wry smile, like she was brought back to reality, and thought how funny it was that she actually thought that she looked pretty good for someone her age, just because her son had told her so.
Dammit...This is one of the biggest problems with older women. They're way too sensitive about their image and how others see them due to their age, thinking that they've regressed in terms of looks and feel shameful about it.
Even now, I didn't even finish my sentence, and my mom is probably having a whirlwind of thoughts of her own that are slowly lowering the self-esteem she has for herself.
I should probably clear up the misunderstanding before she gets even more upset.
"Mom, I think you're misunderstanding something since I don't think you're overweight at all, and really think you weigh nothing. I mean, just think about it. Do you really think that I can carry someone who's actually really heavy, and spin them around so casually like I spun you earlier?" I said, after shaking my mother's waist to bring her attention to me.
"I-I guess not...You also didn't seem to be struggling back then and were carrying me at ease the whole time, so that does make sense." The light in her eyes slowly returned, and she seemed to be relieved that she wasn't as fat as she thought.
And rather than thinking about her own weight, she looked more happy that her son didn't lie to her and told her the truth, which seemed more important to her than anything else.
"But why did you say that the chair would break if I sat on it together with you, like you were saying that I was too fat for it to handle my weight?" My mother asked, not understanding why I made such a statement.
"Because I do actually think that you're fat." I replied to her question, which made an absurd look on her face appear, like she didn't know if she should be confused about me contradicting myself, or be sad her son called her fat right to her face.
"Before you misunderstand, let me explain what I'm trying to say." I waved my hand so that she wouldn't start having thoughts of her own. I then pointed at her body, like I was showing off her figure and said
"You see this...This figure that's in front of you which would bring you attention wherever you go...This is simply perfection at its finest, since your body possesses the most attractive proportions a woman can ever have."
My mother blushed when she saw me pointing at her towering breasts and talking about them like they were a work of art.
"But this, on the other hand..." I grabbed my mother's waist and turned her around without a warning.
"...This is something that's fat. Something so fat, that the chair wouldn't handle it's impact if you dropped on top of it." I pointed at my mother's buxom buttocks and exposed who the culprit was that made me stop my mother from sitting on my lap earlier, which made my mother yelp in embarrassment when her giant ass suddenly became the focus of attention.