After many months and months of feeding Alex all the food he could possibly fit into his belly, it really took a toll on his weight. His weight ballooned up well into morbid obesity by now. This would be his eighth month of his parents giving in to every indulgence, letting him have every snack whenever he wanted and filling his belly with more than enough delectable foods than his belly would ever be able to handle. The month was now June with summer in full force. The sun was beating in his hometown giving Alex all the more reason to stay in the house. However, this was a special day for Alex because this was his birthday on June 8, 2012. He will be turning 8 years old today bigger and better than ever. His mom just brought him home from an amazing day at the arcade with all of his friends. He comes waddling through the door with a big smile on his chubby, round face. This was not only because he had just beaten the high score on the video game called "Western Shoot-out", but by beating that high score and being the birthday boy, he won a free large pizza! Which he happily devoured and enjoyed every single greasy bite all by himself. Of course, he had help from his friends cheering him on. They knew he could do it with some encouragement and someone running over to refill his soda.
Content, he comes home with a sense of accomplishment and a full belly stuffed with pizza, soda, and lots and lots of cake. It was every young boy's dream. He comes in and immediately sits over on the couch and starts to play on his Xbox system. His mother comes in shortly afterward carrying all the gifts people gave him at the arcade. She starts putting them away in his room
"Honey, aren't you going to change out of your shirt before you play your game?" He continues playing with the only response is the video game noises coming from the TV.
"Alex, pause." He pauses the game.
"But, mom. My room is so far away and I'm tired. I've been on my feet all day and I need couch time."
"Well at least change out of that shirt, it's dirty." She is referring to the white tank top with the state of Texas on it saying "Everything is Bigger in Texas". It was
covered with stains from the pizza sauce. He still insisted on wearing it even though it stopped fitting him a couple of months ago. It really failed to contain his weight as it didn't cover all of his belly. When he sits down it rides up his belly showing his deep belly button and fat spills out the sides.
"Ugg. Fine." He raises his arms up. His mother tries to remove his shirt but it has been so tight that she had to tug and pull. Finally, it comes off! The end result of constant eating and indulgence. All of his fat spills out onto his lap nearly covering his blue athletic shorts (not that he really used him, to begin with). He tries
to go back to playing his video game.
"Nuh-uh. Not yet. We still have to measure you against the wall. We do it every year, remember?" The only response was video game noises. "Alex, if you don't do this, you won't get to see your new gift."
He looks over at his mother and pauses the game. "Gift, I thought you gave me all the gifts at the arcade?"
"Almost. Come on, Alex. Let's measure you." Alex heaves himself off his big butt and waddles his way into the kitchen where the wall where he will be measured.
His dad was waiting there with a camera, a clipboard, a scale, a measuring tape, a bottle of whipped cream, and a triple-decker moon pie waiting just for him. He immediately notices the moon pie and reaches for it. It's just his favorite: a chocolate-covered moon pie with a side of whipped cream. He wasn't even hungry but just out of instinct he chows down like he has not eaten in a month. He quickly downs it with whipped cream shooting it right into his mouth, filling it with as much as it can handle. With Alex pacified, filling his belly, his dad puts a tick mark next to the crown of his head. Alex moves away, finishing his dessert. "You are getting taller, Big Boy. You grew 4 in this last year. You are now up to 4' 4"." He then gestures to the scale. Alex was about to get on the scale and then, "Now wait, Alex. Is that how we finish food this house?" He points at the only half-full can of whipped cream."You need to finish it or else you won't have a happy belly." He pats his son's now overstretched belly. He takes the can of whipped cream and starts to fill Alex's mouth. Alex opens wide ready for the rest of his creamy dessert. He was truly living the dream. With each swallow of whipped cream, he is sent into a world of creamy goodness, filling his belly slowly past the point of being full. Alex's dad empties the last of the whipped cream into the bottomless pit that is his son's stomach. "Now, was that so bad? Isn't your tummy happy now?" Alex starts to rub his swollen tummy.
"Yes, dad." He now steps up on the scale. It keeps going up and up until it settles on 174lbs. Alex tries to look down at what it says but is having trouble seeing around his belly now that it's been stuffed with whipped cream. "What does it say? How big am I now?"
"It says you have grown up to be a big, strong boy!" His mother chimes in.
"It says 174 lbs. You are getting so big. I'm so proud of you!" He gets showered with compliments. He can't help but blush a little. "Alright son, say cheese." She takes a picture of him trying to flex his now fat encased muscle; fat is just drooping from his arms. He is also holding a small dry erase board that has his age and weight that he is resting perfectly on his tummy and his double chin. He poses with no shirt on letting all of his fat hang down its all of its glory. Love handles, tummy, arm fat, and all.
Age 8 at 174 lbs.
"Ok, its time for your final gift" They lead him over to his master bedroom to reveal his gift. It was a fully stocked big grey Lazy Boy recliner with built-in cup holders and a tray table to hold lots of food. It also came with some plugs and USB port to charge his phone and devices. Right next to it was a fully stocked mini-fridge packed to the brim with soda and snacks within close reach as well as a TV with a brand new Nintendo Switch system at the ready next to it. They both say, "Happy Birthday, Alex!"
Alex's eyes and mouth open as wide as they possibly can. "Is that all for me?" He says as he waddles over as fast as his fat legs will carry him.
"Of course, son. This is what you wrote down on your birthday list, right?" And right they were. He did write it down but he didn't think that they would be able to afford all of these things. "You are happy with it, right?"
"AM I!!!!" He immediately takes a seat in his new Lazy Boy. It's as if this chair was designed specifically for him. in a comfortable bliss, he wearily says, "I'm never moving from this spot ever again. I love you all. This is everything I ever wanted." He lifts his arms um gesturing for a hug from his parents.
"We love you too." They both gather around the recliner and hug his soft, fat body.
"All right. Let's look and see what this bad boy can do." His dad picks up the remote for the recliner. It can recline back, go back to normal and it raises itself so you can stand up without any effort. He is lifted out of the chair to pick up the Nintendo Switch only to sit back down. He opens the mini-fridge and pops open a Dr. Pepper and grabs the cookies right next to them and starts chowing down as he boots up the system and starts to play a game. "Happy birthday, son" He turns to go out the door. He turns back to look at his son right as he is about to shut the door. He is now intently playing his game and mindlessly shoving cookies down his throat. His fat body is spread out for all to see not knowing how fat he is. (Or even caring) He will be here where he will be safe. My son is fed, he is fat, and he is happy. He is living the life all boys dream of. That is all I could ever want from my son.
Something special always happens at Christmas for this young child or, should it be some other day in the year?
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