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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Love Begins
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shark vs the universe

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The airport was both heaven and hell for dad. In the course of three hours before boarding, he had hit up five fast food shops, two smoothie stores, and damn near ran Auntie Anne’s out of business. You, of course, had brought him everything he requested with the urgency of a man in peril. Your daddy deserved the best, and if he wanted a fifth meal, he would get it. Now, the hell would come when he had to get on the plane. Traveling with dad, we always ordered three spots. One for me, and two for the big man. I just hoped we wouldn’t be charged for the extra weight.
"Laugh it up now. Before you say it, yes, I know the swimsuit is a little... revealing. Those cheapskates down at the pool shop couldn't cough up a bigger pair. Some bullshit about fabric limits. Anyways, I won't let their poor customer service ruin this day for me. How about some burgers?"
Dad and my history teacher, Mr. Florence, have been chatting it up all night in the pool. When dad asked to invite him to our BBQ party, I was honestly shocked. I had only ever seen them talk in passing or at teacher conferences, so the request left me puzzled. Now, seeing Mr. Florence feel up my dad's pampered body, the pieces are finally beginning to click in place. His extra-lengthy lessons on William Howard Taft, King Henry VIII, and Louis VI of France might not have been necessary for our curriculum. Well, if he feels the same way I do about dad, it looks like my big man won't be worrying about his meals any time soon.
In your eyes, your son could do no wrong. He was the epitome of everything good in your life, the reason you had carried on through the good and bad. So, when he started getting a little tubby, you let him. Who were you to impede the appetite of a young growing boy? If he wanted McDonald's, Taco Bell, Wendy's, Burger King, he would get it. Christ, if he wanted a three-star Michelin restaurant, he would have it in his bed. And, sure, he's a bit more than tubby now. But what's a few pounds to a boy so obviously happy?
donut stuffing
short clip of a longer dozen donut stuffing and edging session. need more fat.
You remind of a nice, lazy, plump friend of mine. Like you, he's grown uncontrollably addicted to stuffing his face and filling his frame. The lardass uses his fat pad to edge through each feeding session, growing hornier and hornier to the point of completion. Careful, piggy. Keep up this cycle, and edging won't even be an option for you. Every quiver of your lard will be a horny reminder that you can't stop, won't stop, in your pursuit of fresh fat.
“Well, little bro, are you gonna say something? After all, it’s your fault I’m standing here with my bare ass out. I know just what you’ve been up to. The extra fast food runs each night? Your special ‘diet’ shakes for weight loss? I mean, even running errands for me so I could park my fat ass on the sofa. It’s all clear. You’ve been feeding me into the fat brother! Well, pipsqueak, that ends now. I want you to take a good look at you craftsmanship. Because, after you pick us up dinner, this guy’s going on a diet. I’ll be cutting down to three meals each night. Plus dessert, of course. We’ll see who’s ‘porky’ then”
“Come on dad, it’s not that bad. Sure, I’ve gained a little since college. But it’s only what you’d expect. They don’t call it the Freshman 150 for nothing, am I right? Anyways, I’m texting for advice on a very important choice. Should I stay home and Door Dash, or should I take my chances at making it to the buffet fully clothed? Knowing my wardrobe, the latter is asking for an incident”
Your boy was embarrassed now, but you were certain he would be happy to have gotten that shirt. I mean, come on. They say you are what you eat, and your son has clearly been bulldozing through packets of Gushers. And Haribo Goldbears. And Sour Patch Kids. And those new Nerds Gummy Clusters. The common denominator behind that jiggling overhang was loud and clear. These days, though, you had given up on making daily store trips for the sweets. It was far easier and faster to just home-deliver to his room. You wouldn't want your sweet boy starving, right?
"I'm not going! Who the fuck actually cared about Aunt Margaret's passing? She was a bitch at family events, a bitch to me, and a bitch until the very end. I mean, if a man wants one, two, maybe even three extra portions, he should be able to do it without the food police getting on his dick. Don't even get me started on what she said last Thanksgiving. I mean, she thought I had an eating problem? Remind you: it's Thanksgiving. Who the fuck does she think she is? Or, I guess it's was now. Besides all of that, if you want a second reason... my black slacks don't fit. Haven't worn them in three months. You laugh, and we'll be attending more than one funeral today, son"
"Dude, what the fuck? Did I say you could come in here? Dad said you have to knock before entering my room. I'm an 'adult' now, remember? Well, while you're in here, why don't you go grab me a slice of yesterday's cake? I already finished the chocolate one from Thursday, so might as well clear the fridge for tomorrow. Actually, just grab the whole cake. If I finish it now, I'll have plenty of space for dinner tonight"
“Quit laughing, dude! Mom is gonna be livid if I come home in new clothes again. She’s already cut off my allowance for outgrowing the last two wardrobes. If I can’t fit in these britches, I might as well kiss my college tuition goodbye… How am I going to afford these eating habits on a shitty salary?”
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"Dude, you have to start gaming with me! Genuinely one of the best decisions I've ever made. I mean, think about it. Why do gym cardio when I can fast-travel in most games? Why build muscle when my avatar already comes jacked? Why hassle myself with hobbies when I can just unlock a new skill for my character? It's certainly much easier to 'level up' online than in real life. Though, some pals on discord keep joking about me upgrading my health and defense. Don't know what that means..."
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"See bro? It's still down there. You just have to work a little harder to see it. No matter how many pounds you pack onto this frame, I will not be bottoming for you. I don't care how fat my ass has gotten. This bull was built for laying pipe, regardless of its size"