"D-daddy?" Max stuttered.
"Yeah?" George asked.
"I want to make you- I mean us breakfast." Max cleared his throat and gave his award winning smile. George smirked down at him.
"Okay son, if that's what you want." George got up, grunting, and went and sat down in the kitchen, watching Max cook.
Max made sure to make the breakfast as fattening as he possibly could. Once he was done preparing it, he brought the plate over to his dad.
"Hey daddy, can I feed you?" Max asked with puppy dog eyes. George smirked at him.
"Of course you can, baby!" George lifted Max into his lap and Max started to feed George the food.
After 3/4s of the breakfast was gone, George started to feel gassy.
"*BUUUURRRP*" George let out a manly burp. Max swooned.
"Ugh.. damn Max.. If you keep cooking like this... I'm gonna need bigger clothes!" George said manly and let out another belch.
"Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing daddy?" Max looked straight into George's eyes and winked. George smirked.
"I guess not, huh? Do you want me to get fat Max?" George asked his pride and joy.
"Yes daddy!" Max yelled and wrapped his arms around his dad's neck. George wrapped his arms around Max's waist and lowered them to Max's butt. George squeezed Max's butt and Max let out a yelp. George chuckled manly at his son.
"It's okay baby boy, daddy's gonna take real good care of you. Just like you're gonna take real good care of daddy and make sure he gets nice and big and doesn't go hungry." Max nodded eagerly and George smirked, planting a kiss onto Max's lips which Max returned.
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