“Time for breakfast.”
Jonathan sighed as he laid in his bed. For a second he considered ignoring his father and sleeping in rather than going down for breakfast. Of course, his stomach decides to remind him that he couldn’t skip the meal. Groaning he sat up and got out of bed, slipping on a loose t-shirt before stepping out of his room. Walking down the clear hallway, passing family photos along with his parents and sister’s rooms before walking down the stairs. He glanced at one photo from before he went to college last year, seeing his parents lovingly embracing whilst the figure of himself was laughing with his sister on his back. Heading down, Jonathan flinched a bit at the now regular sight that was the ground floor of his family’s home.
The open doorways of the walls dividing the floor into separate rooms were cracked and warped from being bent against something forced through them. Walking across the floor, stepping over the sunken in and cracked selections of the floor as Johnathan went around the landing to avoid going through the living room to get to the kitchen. Standing in the quint kitchen was his father by the stove, working on the sizzling pans as he added food to the already massive pile that was stacked on the table.
“Morning Pops.” Jonathan greeted as he swiped a piece of toast from the hill that covered part of the table.
“Morning Johnny. Could you do me a favour and take some of the food to your sister?” His dad said as he turned his slim form around to add more to the growing stack of food on the struggling surface. The older man nodded his head towards a section of the table that had a tray under an assortment of food that alone could easily feed a family.
“But dad…” Jonathan began to say, only to pause and sigh in defeat at his father’s stern look that left no room for argument. “Okay, I’ll take it to Carly.” Jonathan said, moving to the tray before grunting slightly as he lifted the overflowing tray of breakfast, the pile almost blocking his view as he made his way towards the garage. Keeping his balance, Jonathan moved to a side as he stood before the garage door and knocked on it.
“Better be decent, Lardo.” Jonathan called out, though he said the last bit under his breath. Waiting a few seconds, where he heard deep grunts and mild tremors from the garage before opening the door, trying not to openly gag at the strong stench of B.O. that reminded him of a highschool locker room.
Taking up the majority of the garage was a giant hairy morbidly obese man that was his infected sister, Carly. With deep grunts the huge man sat up, his sweaty belly spreading out over the sheet covered legs that were bloated with fat and easily thicker than Jonathan’s entire body. Carly panted a bit, his beard covered chins pressing into his swollen moobs that forced his swollen arms at an angle as he looked down at Jonathan.
“Thanks. Can you put it on the table there?” Carly said, his deep voice practically shaking the room as he pointed with a swollen hand towards the table that held the empty tray and plates from last night’s dinner.
Jonathan nodded and went through the process of swapping the used plates for the fresh breakfast, pausing to keep his footing when the entire garage seemed to shake as a deep gurgle of hunger rumbled out of Carly’s globe like belly. The huge bear of a man held his belly with his huge hands whilst his swollen, beard covered cheeks blushed from the sound. The slim Jonathan chuckled at the huge man’s embarrassment, giving his now larger sibling a pat on his gargantuan gut as he left the garage.
“Enjoy the feast, big guy.” Jonathan said, earning an annoyed grunt from Carly. Leaving the garage, Jonathan made it down the hallway before feeling the house shake with a now familiar boom of an explosive fat coming from the huge bear that was his sister.
Jonathan shook his head as he went back to the kitchen, trying to ignore the sound of feasting coming from the living room where his couch crushing bear that was his other was eating, occasionally broken up by the deep baritone sound of belching. Glancing through the doorway, Jonathan saw the back of his gargantuan mother, his swollen ass cheeks and back rolls spilling over the back of the cracked couch as he was bent over the coffee table to gorge on breakfast. To his side was Jonathan’s dad, seated on the armchair with his own comparatively puny portion of breakfast.
“At least they’re healthy.” Jonathan said, feeling the house rumble due to the duet of gas explosions from the mega sized bears. Heading to the kitchen, Jonathan prepared his own breakfast as he wondered what he’ll do today.
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