"Yeah, I suppose. I like the feeling of being all squishy and round" Avery answered, puzzled as to why his father would interrupt his snack with such an inane question. Joe, hearing this smiled both on the inside and the outside. He patted his son on the head and the boy resumed eating his 'snack'. That sealed his plans.
The next day avery woke up to a lack of clothes in his wardrobe and a pile of twinkies and cola beside his bed. Avery was hungry so he climbed out of his bed and waddled to the pile, wearing only his overly tight pjs, the shirt strained by his soft stomach, the bottoms nearly at bursting. Between them a sliver of belly hanging down beneath the shirt and over the bottoms. He dropped onto his soft arse with a rather loud thud. He grabbed at the unwrapped twinkies and started shovelling them into his mouth.
Joe watched from the cameras set up around the boys room. The boy stuffed his face for what seemed like hours until he finnally finished only 15 minutes after he started. the strained shirt burst as he let out a large sigh. The buttons came away from their fastnings and flung across the room as the boys large belly flopped out into his lap and stuck out an inch further than last night. Avery poked at his growing belly and played his pudgey fingers across his belly.
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