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(weight gain, stuffing, biological daddy/son, gay, nsfw)
My dad has gotten fat.
I've come back from uni for summer break after not seeing my parents for the entire winter and spring semester, and the first thing I notice is that my dad has a great big ball gut threatening to break through his shirt and a thick double chin (or maybe triple chin). I didn't comment on it, but I feel like he caught on to me staring.
We have a meal - mum had made a big pasta dish before leaving for an ill timed conference - and it's not hard to see why he's gotten so fat. Dad had three spoonfuls to my one, and his portion was four times the size of mine. It's impressive.
I retire to bed not long after washing up the empty dishes - polished off mainly by him - saying dad can sit back on the sofa. Before I go I ask if he wants anything, to which he responds: "the six pack of lager in the fridge and... ooh! The pot of custard! Cold!" It's an odd request, and I've never liked cold custard, but I get it for him and go.
His gut floods my mind as I try to drift. It's so much bigger. HE'S so much bigger. There was a sliver of it poking out of his tee as he laid back on the sofa, and he looks hairier? I know he's always been a hairy monkey of a man, but his belly hair is much thicker than I remembered. He's really gained a lot of weight... I wonder what brought that on...
I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling, mumbling to myself. "It's clear his appetite has gone up... His clothes looked new but they didn't fit especially well... He's got a hairy ball gut filled with fat..." I can feel my cock stir. "He's gotten so fat..." But I catch myself. "No he's my dad... I can't find my dad sexy, that's wrong." I turn over and try to sleep, try to think of something else other than my dad's ballooning body.
I have a dream about him. He's on the sofa still, double fisting cans of lager and pots upon pots of custard, his huge ball gut bigger than before I went to bed. He takes another few gulps of custard and his shirt rides up, exposing ALL of his furry gut - and wow is it furry. He takes a hard swig of his lager and as he belches his belt flies off with a bang, the button and fly yielding also. He grabs a second pot of custard and guzzles the whole thing down in seconds, the furry ball growing massively until BANG.
I wake up in a start, my cock rock hard under my sheets - which are soaked and sticky. "Did I have a wet dream? I haven't had one for years..." My thoughts are interrupted by more bangs, and some weird noises coming from downstairs. Is someone in the house?
I take off my cum sodden boxers, leaving them on the floor to deal with later, and put on a dressing gown to hide my blatant erection that still hasn't died down. "What on Earth was I dreaming about...?" I pull the cord firm and hesitantly open the door. My dad's bedroom door is open, he must be downstairs where the noise is coming from.
I quietly make my way downstairs to investigate and find some hulking, hugely hairy, massively ball gutted man standing in front of the open fridge. One hand pouring what looked like a litre tub of double cream right into his open mouth, and the other rubbing the impossibly hairy ball held firm on his body. By his feet are empty packets of chocolate, various empty sweet wrappers, two enormous tubs of trifle that looked to be licked clean.
Doing a quick scan of the room I spy empty cupboards all opened, the products of their foodstuffs all across the countertop and floor. I then see a ripped pair of massive boxer shorts. Only then did I realise that this beast is completely naked, having eaten so much that his comically sized underwear had ripped off him.
My attention snaps back to the beast lit dimly by the glow of the fridge belching loudly, dropping the empty carton of double cream to the floor.
"I need more... I'm not fat enough... He likes them fatter..." I can just hear him mumble as he grabs two cans of whipped cream and sucks them hard.
I watch his fat neck contort as it swallows the huge amount of cream being forced into his huge bloated cheeks. Lower and lower my gaze takes me, passed hugely hairy, round and sagging tits with nipples as wide as pepperoni slices, to a belly the looks to be rivalling the size of an exercise ball - ironic really, since it looks like he hasn't done any exercise since Christmas. I'm amazed he looks so furry despite being so huge, and as I follow the fur down I spy a fat pad that pales in comparison to the size of the men I let rest theirs on my cock while they fuck me in my halls of residence.
The lower part of it I see a ball sack so huge... So hairy... So wet... Why is it wet? I take a closer inspection and I can see a fat cock head pulsing in the fat pad, endlessly leaking precum. He's aroused by stuffing himself... But who is he? I muse, who wants this heavy bellied, furry pig even bigger than he is now?
"Whoa I didn't see you there!!" I hear a full mouth grunt from in front of me, taking me out my daze and seeing my dad stumble backwards a little, trying to cover his drenched fat pad - whilst dropping the cans of cream that sound empty as they bounce on the floor - but it looks like he couldn't reach it at all! "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's not a problem." I say calmly, finding myself getting red faced as I realise my boner has not only not gone but had gotten even firmer, threatening the cord of my dressing gown. "Why are you eating naked? Are they your boxers on the floor?"
"Oh shit really?" I spot a smirk from him, following where I pointed to the ground to the ripped fabric. He goes around the kitchen island, looking to be blocking his lower half from view as he goes to pick them up. He has to adjust his stance so his legs are spread wide, but he impressively manages to lean over and reach the boxers on the floor. "Yeah they're mine! I knew they were getting a little tight..." He stands and examines the boxers. I'm not certain but I think I see a moistness from the crotch - which would make sense since he was dripping from his cock so much.
"You didn't answer my first question."
"I wasn't eating naked when I started! I get hungry in the night sometimes, really hungry." He looks to stifle a grin.
A beat or two of silence passes between us.
"Who is he? Who likes them fatter?" I break it.
"You were standing there watching your old man eat for a while..." He rubs his face and leans forward on the island - I notice he is quite a distance away, his firm and furry ball belly pressed up against it. "Do you remember at Christmas? At the restaurant there was that hugely fat man sat behind me?"
I did remember. He was a ball bellied polar bear type - he reminded me of Santa in his looks and attitude. I had seen him on Grommr before he came in and was immensely excited when he did. But what impressed me and brought my attention to him was how much he could eat. I counted at least 6 courses going into his huge fat belly, and when he leaned back he proudly rubbed the ball as a button on his shirt shot off. It hit his wine glass with a loud ping, at which he laughed and apologised.
I passed him on the way to the bathroom, letting my hand drape over his hand on his belly. He followed me and fucked me over the toilet, his immense ball belly resting proudly on my back.
"I do remember." I nodded shyly, wondering if he knew that I had let the Santa bear fuck me in the same restaurant we enjoyed a meal.
"The way you watched him as he ate and ate and ate... The way you were almost drooling when the button on his shirt shot off," Shit I was too obvious... "It made me jealous."
"Jealous?! What?!" I exclaimed.
"It's wrong, I know, but I knew in that moment that I wanted you to look at me like that." I could feel the shame coming off him, almost as if it were sweating out of his pours. His gaze only on the island.
"You're my dad..." I stepped a little closer to him.
"I know. It's disgusting that I'm thinking this way but I can't help it! I don't even know why I'm telling you!" He sounded like he was about to cry.
"You've been eating because you want me to look at you with the same lustful gaze I gave that Santa bear..." I took another step closer to the island.
"I'm so, so sorry..." He whimpered and held his face in one hand.
I placed my hand on his, which caused him to look up. He looked so pained.
"Don't be sorry, dad. If I'm being honest... I think you look so sexy with all your fat." I can't match his gaze, I can feel my face go redder. "I'm harder than I ever have been..."
His hand pulls out of mine. I simply look away, ashamed of myself. A few stomping footsteps pass as I assume he is walking away - both of us so ashamed - but he turns me around and pulls me into a firm embrace, his solid ball belly pressing so hard into me.
He reaches down to open my gown, exposing my slim body and raging boner to press hard into his fat, furry body. I can't help myself, my cock just throbs into him.
"I've become this fat for you, son." He whispers into my ear. It makes my cock throb. "I was 170lbs of firm, strong, furry muscle at Christmas, and weighing myself this morning I just broke 400lbs of huge, soft, and even furrier fat." My cock throbs again. "I've put on over 200lbs in just under six months." My cock throbs a third time. "I'm a huge fat bear of a man now. So hungry I can't stop stuffing myself." He reaches back to the fridge and grabs another can of whipped cream that was apparently still in there. "Your daddy is so huge and fat and there is no sign of him stopping." He begins to empty the can into his mouth, and hearing him gulp is enough to make me coat his furry under belly in a load that lasts so long I feel like I've undergone some kind of spiritual awakening.
