"I thought you said your Dad was pretty big. According to my Dad he's skinny."
"You caught me," I said. "It feels better to say he's big. Sort of makes my size OK. But yeah, he's a shrimp. Eats like a hog - more than me- you should see his gut blow up but he's still wearing 28 inch pants. Heck my thighs are that big. So what was your old man doing talking to mine."
"I told him that we met yesterday and how I was bored out of my mind staying home and wanted permission to have you other and go to your house. Dad was checking out your old man. He told me fine. Guess he didn't meet you. He probably figures that you're a chip off the old block."
"Good deal." you tell him. "Let's get some rays at your pool and then something to eat at my house."
Bill was studying my round belly which pretty much hid my speedo. "You always been big?" he asked.
"Not so much at first. I started getting fat when my Mom died. Dad started eating more and the two of us would binge on comfort food. Dad never gained an ounce. I doubled my weight. Took a bunch of crap about it at first but after a while I kind of liked it. I can't imagine being skinny any more."
Bill looked thoughtful.
"Think I could get as big as you?" he asked.
"Anything's possible." I answered. "You hungry? Let's head over to my house and see what we can find."
I swaggered across the lawn to my house with Bill tagging along. My belly was sagging. It was already three house since breakfast. It was over due for a stuffing.
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