"... go see a movie! It starts pretty soon so make sure you're all ready, okay?" This is a surprise. Your family doesn't go out to the movies very often at all; you're not even sure what movie they want to take you to. You're really not too excited to go out in public with this version of your family, though.
"What movie are we seeing?" you ask.
"That's a surprise, honey! Now hurry up and get-- ohh." She pauses for a moment. "Uhm, Steven, honey, are you near the door?" You are, but hearing this you quickly back away.
"Uh, no, why?"
"Good." Without a single word of explanation, your huge mom barges in through the door, her round frame just barely making it though. With incredible speed for her size, she whips around, pulls down her pants, and drops her titanic ass onto the huge toilet bowl, letting out a massive fart and a ton of piss at the same time.
"Come on, come on," she groans, her face overtaken by a look of strain, before she lets out a sigh of defeat. "Crap." Holding your towel up in front of your nose and mouth in an attempt to filter the still noxious air from her fart, you ask what's wrong. "Oh, it's nothing, honey. I've just been clogged up for the past month or so, and today it felt like something was moving. I guess it's not quite there yet." Not very comfortable with being in the bathroom with your mom trying to take a shit, you grab your clothes from the counter and scramble out of the room.
Once you're dressed, you pass by the twins room, and see them up to some strange behavior. Their clothes look filthier than usual, and you quickly see why: the tubby twins are stuffing food into their pants and down their shirts to sneak into the theater. That doesn't mean just snack, however, as you see leftover pizza and chicken among other things from breakfast being stowed away as well. Jake is even stuffing food into his underwear, as you watch him empty a whole bowl of mashed potatoes into them. You don't look very closely, but you think you see an incredibly thick cock head hanging below his fat gut. Before you could confirm this, however, he pulls his underwear back up with an audible squish as all that food gets smushed up against his nasty junk. Grease stains his pants where the food is stuffed, as well as between June's fat tits, as she took to stuffing her contraband into her cleavage. Given the size of these kids, you doubt anyone would be suspicious of them hiding anything.
Eventually everyone is ready to go. The new grease spots on your parents clothes suggest they too have decided to sneak in some of their own food. The family piles into the now much bigger family van, rocking it back and forth and pushing the poor suspension to its limits. You hang back to get in last, not wanting to get sat on by anyone, but this doesn't prove to be a much better plan as there's almost no room for you now! Liz takes up nearly the entire back seat, where you'd normally sit, with her huge ass, and the twins more than take up the middle row together.
"Find a seat, honey," says your mom from the passenger seat. You climb into the van and start climbing over Jake's fat form, but you lose your balance and end up sitting on his squishy belly.
"Hey, good choice, bro," says Jake, thinking you meant to sit there. "I bet that's pretty comfy." Before you can correct the situation, he reaches back and grabs the seatbelt, stretches it around both of you, and is just barely able to snap it in, the belt pressing you into his blubber. You can feel the food he stuffed down his shirt earlier squishing behind you, and you cringe as you feel the grease seep through his shirt. This is going to be your hot, sweaty, disgusting seat for the ride.
"Jake, I didn't mean to sit on you," you explain, trying your best not to lean against his oily body.
"It's okay, you can sit on me whenever you want," says Jake, his pudgy hand patting you on the head. "I don't mind it. But, 'scuze me for a second." He parts your legs with his hand, which you're not quite sure how you feel about, and unabashedly reaches down his pants. He can't seem to find what he's looking for, however, so he takes his other hand and pulls them down completely. This releases something you wish you never had to see: the full experience of Jake's colossal cock. The solid 14" meat pole springs up and slaps you in the belly, flinging grease and bits of food with it. Held down by the seatbelt and unwilling to jeopardize your sexuality by touching this thing, you sit helplessly as Jake begins snacking in his stored food while his thigh thick dick begins drooling precum onto you, the huge slit staring at you every time you look down. You have to wonder, though, what is getting him hard?
"Jake?" you ask sheepishly, "could you maybe put your, uhh... thing away?"
"But then I can't eat my food," he says, flecking slobber on the back of your neck. "It's too big and gets in the way. You'll survive, won't you? It's not doing anything wrong." He returns to noisily gobbling down chicken legs, and you're stuck with his huge dick pinning you down. He occasionally reaches down and wipes some food off his member, stretching sticky strands of precum with it, which end up coming to rest on your face. You really hope this ride ends quickly.
June looks over at her two brothers, and takes interest in the food Jake has already taken our.
"Hey Jake? Could I have some of those potatoes?" she asks.
"Sure, buy only if I can have that baguette later," he says (you're surprised that this family would share their food). Wait a minute, a baguette? Where the hell could she have...? You suddenly realize that you really don't want to think about that. Jake reaches into his pants, beneath his sweaty, hairless balls and scoops out a handful of mashed potatoes that reek of his unwashed taint; nevertheless, June scarfs them down in no time flat, focusing more on the mere presence of food rather than where it came from. Is there nothing this crazy family won't eat?
After half an hour, your parents announce that you've arrived. You hop out of the van as quickly as possible, getting out of the way as Jake gets out after you, his pants still around his knees and his dick trying to peek out from under his hanging belly. He pulls his food filled pants back up and follows the rest of your whale like family into the theater.
Even while they're stocked up on food from home, your parents still buy two of everything from the concession stand. It's almost comical seeing your obese family lumber through the theater lobby, arms piled high with junk food. You hang back, attempting to avoid being associated with them, but nobody seems to even give them a slightly strange look. It's as if these freaks of nature are no different from anyone else in their eyes. How could people not notice?
It turns out you still have a bit of time before the movie starts, given previews and all. What will you do?
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