Creator: @AUS1936_II

Laura Baker loves her daughter, but she's too overbearing; she doesn't let Becca have any fun, or go to any parties. It's really starting to be a drag. But Becca isn't going to let her mom ruin another Halloween. She's got a senior party to go to, and a way to sneak out on Halloween. What's the worst that can happen?

Well, how about an angry overbearing mother barging into the party and demanding the party to be shut down? But the partygoers come up with a plan to teach her a lesson, of which will leave her like some glorified keg.

(Image Source: secretgoombaman12345 [aka ridiculouscake], DeviantArt)

[Next ridiculouscake story to develop: "Terror on the Screen"]

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Note:

There are two intros.

The first one has you waking up at the party (somehow not present in the events of the former night) to a sheepish Becca asking you to help roll her mom home.

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The second one has you not present at the party and Becca approaches your home and ask you to help her out with rolling her mom home because of the laborious effort being difficult for just one person.

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There can be no stronger bond than that between a mother and her daughter. A mother would go through Hell to save her child, doing anything to keep her out of harm's way. And there were few who believed this more strongly than Laura Baker.

Laura is a particularly devoted mother. She only has one child, and there isn't any force on Earth that would keep her from sheltering her daughter from wickedness and evil. She was so dead-set on being the best mother she could that she didn’t even let Becca walk home from school alone.

She always picked her up every day, and today would be no different. "Tomorrow is Halloween. Oh, Becca always loved Halloween. The costumes and trick-or-treating..." Laura's voice trailed off. It has been years since they had actually gone out on Halloween. Images flashed in her mind of Becca dressed up as a pumpkin or a witch when she was young. But that's been many years ago.

Laura makes her way to the local high school, pulling her station wagon into the parking lot and stopping at the far end. For some reason, Becca never wants her mom to pull up right in front of the school.

The bell has already rang, Laura scans the crowd of senior students for any sign for her daughter. She eventually spies her standing on the sidewalk with her back turned. Two rude looking girls were poking at her and laughing, snickering and placing their hands on her shoulders.

Laura feels a knot begin to form in her stomach. She rolls down the heavily tinted window of her car and called out to the group, "Hey! What do the two of you think you’re doing!?"

As soon as the bell had rung the entirety of the senior student body spilled out onto the sidewalk and courtyard outside of the school, walking or driving home. Becca Baker was among them: just another average girl, with freckles and poofy brown hair.

"You're coming to the party, right, Becca?" A blonde girl says, flipping some hair out of her face.

"Oh, totally! I wouldn't miss it for the world," Becca grins.

"What about your psycho mom? Will she even let you outside without a leash?" A black haired girl said, pokes Becca softly in the neck for emphasis.

"Yeah, or matching costumes? You'd look like twins." The blonde gently teases in a friendly manner.

Becca laughs, dismissively waving her hand. "No, we don't look anything alike! You've never even met my mom... But don’t worry, I'll be there alone. My mom isn't that bad..."

The other girls shrugged, before being startled by a loud noise. Out of no-where, someone was yelling at the group from across the parking lot. Some shrill voice coming from an unseen station wagon.

Becca's heart sank and her blood pressure started to rise. She could just barely make out her mother yelling 'Hey! What do the two of you think you're doing?'

"Of course it's her... Alright, sorry guys but I gotta go." Becca huffs, turning to leave.

"No sweat. Oh! Don't forget, everyone, and I mean every single one of us is going dressed up as a zombie."

"Yeah, none of this like, dressing up as a superhero junk like last time, where everyone was Harley Quinn for three years in a row."

"Gotcha, yeah! Alright, see you tomorrow!" Becca said, giving a forced smile, before turning and walking towards the source of the yelling with her fists clenched and her face burning red.

Becca opened the car door and slumped into the passenger seat, eyes half closed and with a frown on her face.

"Are you alright, dear? What was going on back there?" Laura asked, sounding caring, but stern.

"Nothing?" Becca responds, confused and aggravated.

"Nothing? Are you sure? You seem upset."

"I'm fine, can we just go home already?" Becca huffed. She hates it when her mom babies her. It's a constant source of unnecessary aggravation.

"Well who were those girls, laughing at you?" Laura asks, brushing a strand of platinum-blonde hair out of her eyes.

"My friends? They weren't laughing at me." Becca responds with a fairly annoyed tone.

"I'm just trying to help you, dear, you don't have to be so sassy with me." Laura puffs out her chest a bit and drove out of the parking lot, with her sulking daughter looking out the side window.

There's no way Becca was going to ask about going to a senior Halloween party right at that moment. Her mom will ask twenty questions all the way home about who is going and what will be involved and eventually make up some reason for why it's too dangerous or inappropriate for her to go. Her best bet is to ask at the very last second.

Now it's Halloween night. The sun is setting and the occasional echo of kids playing outside crept its way inside of the Baker household. Becca is in her room putting on her costume. She found some older clothes and ripped and cut at them to look tattered and decayed. Some splotches of red paint made for convincing splatters of blood, and some party-store makeup helped make her face look pale and sunken-in.

"Not bad, not bad at all..." She said. The only issue with her zombie outfit is that the clothing is a bit tight. While Becca and her mom don't look much like mother and daughter side-by-side, they do both have fairly plump and pear-shaped bodies. The cuts and tears made in the costume did help it fit though.

Grabbing her phone and keys, Becca bolted down the stairs and towards the front door. "Mom? I'm going out for a bit, okay?"

"Oh? Where to?" Laura replied, noticing the costume.

"Uh, just... out?" Becca says.

Mrs. Baker walks over, holding a mixing bowl. "Ah, you're going trick or treating? Can it wait until after dinner? I'm busy making stuffed peppers."

Becca takes a deep breath and summons her courage, "No, mom, I'm just going to a Halloween party. All my friends are gonna be there."

Laura gasps softly, "A party? But it's a school night!"

"Mom, it's Friday." Becca says

"Yes, and there was school today!" Mrs. Baker replies.

"Come on mom, I can go to a party, right? I'm not twelve or anything. I'm going to be graduating next semester!"

Laura places a hand on her hip and turns up her nose. "I'm sorry young lady, but I don't know anything about this 'party'. What if you come home drunk? Or worse?"

Becca does not want to imagine what her mom consider 'worse': Smelling vaguely of cigarettes? "But mom, please. I can't tell everyone that I con't come because I got sick or something. I've used that excuse too many times!"

"No buts! If you want we can both go after dinner, but that's all." Laura puts her foot down, looming over Becca by a good foot or so. Her word is final.

Becca pauses for a moment, and collects herself. "Okay, we can both go, together, after dinner. I'll just... pass out candy to the trick-or-treaters until then."

Laura's attitude brightens, her face glowing. "That's my girl! Don’t worry, I won't embarrass you or anything. I know how sensitive you can get..."

"Thanks mom." Becca said in a calm tone. She picks up the candy bowl left by the front door and sat down with it on the sofa to watch some Halloween specials, while Laura went back to the kitchen to cook dinner.

The doorbell rings. Becca stands up to hand out the candy.

"Trick or treat!" said a group of kids. The zombie dressed Becca opened the door and stepped out to distribute the sweets, and closed the door once she was finished.

Laura was busy cutting little jack-o-lantern faces into orange bell peppers. In a while, the doorbell rang once again, and then again, and again a dozen or so times, without being answered.

"Becca, honey, trick-or-treaters!... Becca?" Laura peeks into the living room, but there's no sign of her daughter. No sign of the bowl of candy either.

"Rebecca?" She calls towards upstairs, but gets no reply.

A thought entered the mother's mind. She opens the front door, and finds only an empty bowl laying in the yard, and note taped to it reading: 'Take only one'.

Laura can feel her face start to redden. Her perfect little girl had lied to her, and snuck out on her own. She's run off to that horrid party, unsupervised.

"...That girl is in so much trouble." Laura barrels down the sidewalk, storming through the neighborhood, heading towards the sound of a rambunctious house party. Loud music blaring, and laughter and cheers echoing down the street. This has to be where Becca ran off to. Fists clenched, the perturbed parent walks right up to the front door and knocks.

It was so busy inside that it took a whole minute for someone to answer: some boy covered in stick-on wounds and fake blood.

"Uh, can I help you?" he asks.

"Is Becca here?" Laura huffs.

"What'd you say?" The boy covers one ear to block the music to hear her

"Is my daughter here?" Laura shouts.

"Uh, who?" he replies unhelpfully.

"That's enough!" Laura growls, pushing her way inside, scanning the living room for any signs of her soon-to-be-grounded spawn. She stands out like a sore thumb. All of the guests are dressed as zombies, while she's dressed in mom jeans that go up past her belly button and a turquoise dress shirt.

"Uh oooh, someone's mom is here!" A girl shouts, laughing and pointing around. The guests look about for anyone about to get busted. The bulk of the partygoers are in the backyard. There's a large bowl of punch and snacks set up outside for the dozens of zombie partygoers.

Becca has to be among them. Laura shoves her way through to the backyard with a growl. Becca's blonde friend from school and other pals are right outside, and blind-sided when the random woman pushes through them, causing them all to spill their drinks.

"Hey! What the hell?" The blonde said, soaked to the bone with punch, "watch where you're going!"

"Oh come on, calm down. You shouldn't be drinking anyway!" Laura barks back, planting her fists on her wide hips.

"Listen, lady," the black haired friend snipped, "you can't just barge in here and make a mess. Get lost!"

"Don't talk to me like that, young lady! I will have this party shut down! None of you are twenty one, am I right?"

All eyes are on Laura now. The hoard of costumed senior students are eating up the dramatic confrontation. The blonde speaks again, asserting herself and standing tall. "Listen here, fat ass. This is my house, and if you have a problem with the noise or the drinking, then just go home and tune it out!"

Laura is about to fly off the handle, but someone from the crowd yells out "I think she needs a drink!" The senior students all laugh in reply, while Laura's face shifts red.

"I do not 'need a drink'. If you don't do as you’re told, you are all going to be in big, BIG trouble!" She stomped her foot as if it's a judge' gavel.

The blonde girl narrows her eyes as a smirk spreads across her face. "Nah, I think you do need a drink. What do you say guys? Let's get mom a drink!"

Before she knew what was happening Laura feels multiple pairs of arms grabbing at her, holding her tightly in place.

"H-hey! Get your hands off of me!" She yells, trying to fight them off unsuccessfully. She looks around, frustrated and indignant. There are so many painted faces and wide grins pointed at her. The only thing that stood out is a massive bowl of orange punch being brought her way.

"How about you suck this down, and then we’ll talk!" The blonde host laughs, as they bring the gigantic bowl to her lips. The sloshing container is lifted to the mother's mouth. The teens hold her head securely so she can't turn away.

Ice cold punch begins to fill Laura's mouth, forcing her to swallow. It tastes strongly of cheap alcohol and sugar. It goes down easy enough, though her only other option is to suffocate or spill it all over herself. A few chunks of fruit even managed to slip past her lips.

"Nmmph!" Laura grunted, straining against her captors and thrashing against the punch bowl. The partygoers just laugh at the sight and turned up the music to drown out her audible protests.

"Don't forget to come up for air!" The blonde host laughs. Laura feels incredibly out of sorts. For one, being at the mercy of an assembly of senior high school students wasn't something she has ever experienced, even as a teen herself, and she never drank more than one or two drinks at a time before tonight. Her stomach surges outwards like a pillow, filling up the front of her mom jeans like a denim covered yoga ball, cinching the waistband tight against her navel.

She's getting heavy, too heavy for the teens to keep holding up. They let her slowly slump to the floor, landing with a great 'flop' that sends her rear and thighs wobbling. Laura continued filling up and getting wider. Her motherly muffin top starting to spill over her legs like a bean bag chair, pinning her to the patio. She can't move now even if she tried, not only from the weight, but from the alcohol taking effect.

Her head is spinning, her stomach groaning, and the way her expanding body jiggles only made things more disorienting.

The blonde walks up to the mom-blimp filling up before her, and nudges her stomach with the toe of her foot. "Hope you like the punch, I saw the recipe online. It's mostly just vodka and orange juice and a bunch of soda and gummy worms~"

Laura's eyes roll back as she lets out a pained groan, now noticing the mass of soggy gummy candy creeping towards her mouth. She's in no state to fight, and allowed them to be poured down her throat, as she finishes the vat of Halloween grog.

With a hefty slosh, the immobilized mother leans back and flopped to the ground, defeated. Her chest heaves and nearly smothers her own face, and her swollen stomach is so round it's pinning down both her legs and her pudgy arms.

Mrs. Baker has been bested. But the party was just beginning.

Laura's stomach gurgled and called out in pain, filled to an inhuman size and spilling out of her clothing. A series of deep burps slip past her lips as she struggles to move, trying to at least sit up again.

"You are all in... BURP... So much t-trouble... Just wait until your... BWURP... Parents hear about this..." A small fit of laughter echoes from the crowd, until a voice calls out over the snickering and music. It's the boy who first answered the door for Laura.

"Hey! She said she's here to pick up her daughter." He snickers.

An eruption of mutters and laughing come from that. Speculation ran wild as to who the daughter in question could be.

"I bet she's Phoebe's mom."

"Nuh-uh, my mom drove me here!"

"Maybe she Citry's?"

"Don't be stupid, look at her!"

The blonde host laughs along with the others, wiping a tear from her eye. She then sees a girl walk out from the kitchen, drying her hands on her shirt and with a plastic cup in her mouth. She waves her down and called her over. "Hey hey! Becca. Is this your mom?"

Rebecca comes into Laura's field of vision; drink in hand, her face blank, save for a cocked eyebrow. Becca and Laura's eyes meet. All of a sudden, as if she'd been struck by lightning, Becca tenses up, her eyes going wide, face turning crimson. The image of her own mother filled to the brim with punch and splayed out for everyone to gawk at is too much to bear with a straight face. And more than that, the idea that Laura would come and crash a Halloween party is equally as humiliating. Does she have no boundaries? No self-awareness?

Becca collects her courage, takes a deep sip of her drink, lets out a breath, and just shrugs, "Nope, my mom's hair is brown."

Laura feels her heart sink and her blood run cold. Despite all that has happened to her so far, her own daughter betraying her stung the most, especially since even with all the alcoholic punch she'd drank, she can actually make sense of Becca's decision. She had made this about as worse as it could for her little girl. Not only is Laura the laughing stock of the party, but Becca will never hear the end of it if she had been honest. Laura wants nothing more than to rewind the clock and have a re-do of this horrible Halloween night.

Though it can always get worse for Laura.

"Hey, I think she needs a chaser!" A teen yells, bringing over a green garden hose. Cheers erupt from the hoard of high schoolers and before Laura can even let out a peep to Becca, she feels the nozzle of the hose plug itself into her mouth, and distant rumbling, as someone turns on the water.

Becca can't watch. She turns and ducks away from the crowd as her mother begins to inflate like a water balloon. The sounds of her creaking form and some faint moans and whimpers are too embarrassing to witness, though the hoard of senior high schoolers loved it.

The sight is something else. The image of the large and pear shaped mother swelling up and outwards is practically hypnotic. Her stomach and back are slowly being revealed as her shirt failed to cover. any more than her now water-logged chest, while her jeans failed to conceal her modest but appealing underwear. With every surge of water, she sways side to side like an inflatable decoration, causing the crowd to sway and follow her movements in turn.

Laura has little to do but stew in her own defeat and humiliation. She could focus on the sensation of her limbs slowly being consumed by her increasingly spherical form, but it's the eyes of all the guests on her that really get under her skin. Photos are taken, videos recorded, and rude comments made, all in the spirit of a jovial Halloween prank.

The partygoers keep joking and laughing while Mrs. Baker felt her body really reaching its limits. At a glance, one can't even recognize her as human without further inspection.

"Is the water turned all the way up?" One teen says.

"Yeah, it's really flowing!"

"Someone's recording this, right?"

"Look at her hands! They're all puffy now."

"Her boobs are touching her nose!"

"Is she saying anything?" One asked.

"Who cares? Turn up the music! She's fine!"

With that, the party continues on, with the music growing so loud that the bass makes Laura jiggle, sending ripples over her exposed skin. The partygoers go back to dancing, bumping and bouncing against her in a pseudo mosh-pit, every bump and nudge causing her to spill out from her clothing just that much more.

Laura is woozy, pushed to her limit in pretty much every imaginable way. She can't take much more. She anxiously looks around for any sympathizers in the crowd, but finds none.

But out of the corner of her eye, she sees someone turn off the garden hose. A plump girl with poofy brown hair.

Becca isn't going to reveal to the whole party that her own mother is the inflated nag currently wobbling on the dance floor, but she isn't going to let her mom pop like a pimple either. Becca makes her way over to Laura, just close enough to place a hand on her and look into her eyes. They shared a tender glance, though it's muted by the sheer drunken overindulgence the mother is suffering from. Becca at least helped by removing the hose from her mouth.

Laura groaned, letting out a belch, before quietly speaking, stammering and slurring her speech, "Thank you, honey... Don't... URP... Drink too much, okay?" Laura didn't even hear what Becca said, before blacking out.

The rising sun warms the cool morning of November 1st. A mist hangs in the air and a peaceful stillness butts against the memories of the previous, rowdy night. Many of the party-goers are passed out on couches and loose piles of pillows, while others drank coffee and spoke in hushed voices about what to have for breakfast.

Outside, Becca is conversing with her mother, helping her in whatever way she can, "I'm sorry about last night, mom... But I just had to go to this party! It was pretty fun, until you showed up and, you know..."

Laura lets out an exasperated sigh, wrestling with a headache, along with the reality-check she got last night. "It's okay dear, I understand. I sometimes forget you're almost done with high school, and not my little girl anymore. I should have just dealt with this when you came back home..."

"Look mom, I'm still your daughter, I just have my own stuff going on that I'd rather, you know, not have you involved in." Becca sighs, letting out a little huff.

"Don't worry, honey. I see now why parents usually don't get involved with these parties... Oof..." Laura lets out a grunt, still sloshing quite a bit from the binge drinking she has done. After all, she's ten feet round, a sphere of a woman, her mom jeans and dress shirt stretched thin and tight over her orb of a body. Her hands and feet wiggle helplessly as Becca rolls her along towards their home, like Sisyphus rolling a squishy meatball down an airport runway.

"Whew... This is a real work-out. I'm working up an appetite..." Becca pauses. "Um... the girls were talking about grabbing brunch in an hour. Is it... okay if I go?"

Laura sighs, knowing it would be for the best if they both have some time alone after last night, "Okay, dear... But bring me back a sandwich and a coffee. I'm going to have the worst hangover of my life in a few hours... or days."

Hopefully she'll be sober by Thanksgiving.