This choice: A week later, Jake's binging starts to show... • Go Back... A week had gone by and Jake's nonstop feasting had continued. Paul was bewildered as to how his supposedly normal son became such a ravaging glutton! He was equally bewildered at how helpless he was to stop his own son. Every time Paul tried to take some chips away from Jake or convince him they didn't need to stop for another round of McDonalds, he would pull something that would make Paul's insides turn to slush. Whether it be moan about how hungry he is, or clutch at his tummy and say he needs to be fed, it was like Jake knew how to get into his mind and exploit Paul's suppressed perversion. Strangely enough, when Paul asked about Jake's behavior at school, the teacher told him that everything was normal. Even his appetite was completely average when he was at lunch...
Three weeks in total had gone by of Jake's new appetite, and Paul's worst fear was starting to come into realization. Jake came out of his room before school, shirtless. "Dad, my pants feel really tight, it hurts..." Jake's stomach had grown soft with a layer of fat. The button of his pants was cutting into his tummy, giving him a muffin top. All along Jake's torso, his ribs were no longer visible, and his chest had grown just the slightest bit poofy. Paul's eyes wandered up and down his son's plumped up form. He had definitely gained somewhere between 10-12 pounds.
"No, no that's impossible..." Paul thought to himself. "Do you have any jeans that fit better?" Paul asked out loud, fearing to get up from where he was sitting with his morning coffee.
"Yeah, these are the last ones that fit... Did they shrink in the dryer?"
"Y-yeah... must be..." Paul murmured as Jake toyed with the button of the pants.
He let out a sigh of relief as the button came undone. "Oh wow, that feels better..." Paul's face began to burn bright red again, a now common occurrence. He could see how Jake's stomach was beginning to pooch over his underwear's waistband.
"Just s-stay home today. Go look for a shirt in your room, Jake. I'm gonna go out and get some new clothes for you, you're due for the next size up... Growing... taller..." Paul scrambled for words as he got his coat absentmindedly.
"Oh, cool! Thanks dad!" Jake grinned. "I hope all my clothes are always super tight if it means staying home from school!"
Paul let out an audible grunt from that comment. He clambered out the door, begging for fresh air. "Can you pick up some pizzas for lunch?" Jake called after him as he left. Paul got into his car and nearly drove into a tree.
"Fuck!" He swore out loud to himself. "It's just a phase, it's just a phase, it's just a phase..." He repeated this to himself over and over again as he drove to the store, picked out the next size up for Jake, thought about investing in an even larger size... no, it was just a phase. Things will be normal soon. He didn't forget to pick up the pizzas on the way home...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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