Well, first things first. Grabbing a mostly clean pair of boxers, Frankie flopped down on his creaking bed. Now the easy part: easily he pulled his boxers up around his calves. Now for the harder part: his thighs and underbelly. This was a bit trickier. While difficult he was able to scoot his boxers up his thighs and around his expanded belly. At the expense of his breathe, however.
For a moment, he sat panting at the slight exertion. Then he hefted himself up again, once again sending his belly sloshing. Frankie grimaced and fiddled with the elastic band of his boxers. The band was pulled as tight as it could, and cut deeply into his belly.
Once standing, he grabbed a pair of jeans. They were new, bought a few weeks ago by his mother for his first day of school. After trying them on once to make sure they fit, he hadn't touched them again, preferring the comfort of his boxers and sweatpants.
Once again, Frankie sat down in his bed and began the arduous task. When he reached his thighs, he encountered a problem. Despite his best efforts, Frankie was unable to pull the pants up over his thunder thighs.
"Crap."
Sweat dripping down his brow, Frankie leaned back. With a grunt, he was able to up the jeans up. Panting, Frankie wiped the sweat off his brow. Now for the hardest part, getting it around his belly.
It was already apparently, that the jeans weren't getting around his belly apron. With another grunt, he pushed it to the side and tried to button his pants. After a few moments of struggling, he stopped to catch his breathe. This was the most exercise the obese teen and gotten all summer. Still panting, Frankie sucked in his tummy and tried again.
After a few minutes of trying to pull the fabric closed, he stopped and flopped down on his bed. Now that he was lying down he decided to give it one last go. With one last herculean effort, he managed to get the pants putting and zippered.
Frankie winced again, and fidgeted with the waistband. If his boxers had been tight before, his jeans were painfully tight. He rolled over again, to check himself in the mirror.
His belly apron lolled over the hem of his jeans and he was rocking a rather large muffin top. He looked as though he was ready to burst out of the jeans. Frankie sighed. Five hundred pounds of fat stuffed into a four hundred fifty wide jeans.
Frankie looked away, and grabbed on of his shirts. That went on a bit easier. When he caught side of himself in the mirror, however, he sighed in frustration again. The shirt was just a bit too small, and revealed a good inch of belly fat. That was a easy fix though. Frankie grabbed one of his hoodies and through that on, zipping it up. There! That solved that problem.
Hard work done, Frankie wiped sweat from his brow. The boy was still quite out of breathe, but he'd over come the greatest hurtle. Quickly, the boy threw on his socks and shoes and brushed his teeth. When he was done, he headed downstairs for breakfast.
His mother, sister and younger brother were already down there.
"Morning, Frankie."
"Good morning, Mom."
Though it was early, his mother was already cooking up a storm. The plumb woman had already put out a spread: large stacks of pancakes, crunchy bacon and sausage, greasy eggs and toast smothered in butter.
Frankie's younger brother Jake had already tucked in. While younger by three years, he was by no means a small boy. Frankie was larger by a good hundred pounds, but the ten year old had already crested into morbid obesity. In fact, he was already larger than Frankie had been at his age, despite being a few inches shorter. As the baby of the family, Jake'd been babied all his life-spoiled even- and had almost no memories of his fitness obsessed father. So it made sense that he was larger- he had a three year head start.
On the other hand, Frankie's elder sister, Jenna, was biting into an apple. While Jake had no problems tucking into his super-sized meal and his expanding waistline, Jenna was just the opposite. The fifteen year old had grown self-conscious of her size -a modest three hundred twenty pounds compared to her younger brothers. She'd been on her way to morbid obesity once too, but subjected to the same teasing as Frankie, she'd grown health conscious and started working out and dieting. A lifetime of overeating however was hard to remedy however. Jenna was quite stylish however, and usually wore clothing designed to slim down her body.
"Here's your breakfast hon." Frankie's mother set down a plate in front of him, filled to the brim with food-a six stack of large pancakes, eight pieces of bacon, three sausages, four eggs and a stack of buttered toast. She kisses his chubby cheek, "Eat up, baby, you need your strength for school."
Frankie looked down at the spread and fiddled with his waistband. His pants were painfully tight, and about ready to burst. It probably wasn't a good idea to eat all the greasy food(and probably get bloated). However... His stomach let out a long, painful gurgle. Despite having a rather large midnight snack last night, he was famished, probably from his previous battle of the bulge.
His mother patted his hungry belly, "Sounds like someone's hungry!"
Frankie loomed down at his belly, pinching a roll of fat with one hand, trying to decide what to do.
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