"Hmm, it's 5 o'clock. It must be dad getting home from work! I wonder what he'll think when I tell him that I've finally gained to 300 pounds."
You hear massive stomps walking up to the door, and when your dad enters it feels like the house is shaking with each lumbering step. You head downstairs to see what the commotion is and see a HUGE man. This guy has to be over 600 pounds of fat and muscle. His butt is the size of a small car. His thighs are like tree trunks that connect all the way down to his knees. He turns around and you see that your dad has kept a lot of muscle, but it is covered completely in a large layer of fat. His belly reaches so far out that you guess he's about 75 inches around, give or take. He definitely seems to be having some trouble moving around, but he seems overall fine.
"Hey son!" your dad bellows in his deep vibrato voice, "How's your day been?"
"Pretty good, dad! I finally passed the 300 mark!"
"Well thank god you've finally started to get a little chubby. Now you'll seem more normal in the family. I'm proud of you."
Your dad waddles his way on over to the couch and falls back on his gigantic ass. *BOOM* It sounds as if a bomb has been dropped, but you look over and just see that your dad can only drop himself on the couch. He looks as if he fills up the whole two person couch.
"What is going on?" You think to yourself.
"Mike should be home soon, and then we can all go eat. Maybe we can finally add more meat to your bones, (IYNH). You're still a little too skinny for my tastes."
*30 minutes later*
Another car door slams, and you assume it's Mike. You're wondering if this change has affected him too. Your BIG bro enters the house and you gasp in aww...
Mike has to be over 500 pounds, and he's quickly catching up to your dad, but it looks like Mike has taken a break from football to focus on a new favorite sport: eating. He looks much flabbier now and that walk from the truck to the house has left him absolutely out of breath. His belly now sags down to his knees, his man boobs are bigger than any girls' that you have ever seen before, and his ass shifts with each step, straining his too tight basketball shorts that he's wearing.
"Hey *wheeze* guys, how are *wheeze* you?" Mike asks, trying to catch his breath.
"Pretty good, big bro. I finally passed 300 pounds!" You exclaim
"Well, squirt, you're still the black sheep of the family. You'll need to gain 200 pounds at least to catch up to my fat ass."
"Boys, boys! Let's stop fighting. Mike, leave your brother alone, he's been trying to gain more now that you've been gone. Give him some credit. How about we head on over to King Henry's to gorge ourselves and show the skinnier folk what it means to be a fat family like us?" your dad proclaims.
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