Timmy stood undressed save for his undies in front of his bedroom mirror. He struck several silly poses to his reflection, giggling. Then he took a deep breath and stuck out his belly as much as he could and have it a big pat. Timmy grinned to himself. "Just like Dad!" He thought!
Timmy loves his Dad, Greg, very much. Greg does a great job balancing work and caring for Timmy. He's been able to work from home for the last several years, so he's always able to watch Timmy, and vice versa. Timmy has been able to witness how, for as long as he can remember, his father has been steadily climbing in weight. Four years ago, Greg weighed 180lbs at 5'11". Now he is 280lbs. Much of his weight has gone into his round ball belly. Timmy remembers being able to sit in his Dad's lap, but as he and his father both grew in different ways, he was slowly pushed off the lap by a ball of fat.
Timmy loves his Dad's belly. He loves the way he pats it after a full meal, he loves the way it sits on his waist, and he loves the way it makes his dad look big and manly! As Timmy patted his own flat stomach, he realized that his attempt at sticking him middle out was in no way close to his Dad's. He looked around and got an idea.
Timmy dug through his drawers and got out his biggest t-shit. He threw it on, as well as some jeans, and stuffed his pillow under his shirt. The young boy returned to the mirror and stuck out his "belly" again, giving it a rub and squeezing it. "Now I look like Dad!" He thought, grinning. Timmy admired his fake fat in the mirror. He imagined having a real belly like that, standing next to his dad, rubbing bellies together, belly bumping, pigging out, and all the other cool things you do with a belly. Timmy sighed gently. "Wouldn't that be cool?" He though.
Just then, his dad opened the door. "Timmy, it's time for dinner," he said. He then noticed Timmy's "belly". "What're you doing there, kiddo?" He chuckled.
"I'm being you!" Timmy said proudly.
Greg laughed heartily. "Haha, so you are! But I think I've still got you beat!" He gave his own belly a slap. "Now come on, it's pasta night!"
"Sure thing Dad! But I'm gonna beat YOU some day!" Timmy said, tossing his pillow back onto the bed, before heading to the table.
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