Making Dad Fatter

He finished his first dinner in such a greedy manner, look at how satisfied he is. Hand on gut, smug look ready for his second dinner. I remember when we first started him on this diet, he didn’t have tits that sag as much as these do. He was half this size, and he was just unconfident in his body. Look at him now. He knows how hot he is now.

As he got older, he got softer. He was finally letting me turn him into the fat bull he needed to be. I don’t think he’s realized that all this muscle under this bulk is about to go away.

Working from home really has changed him. He just hasn’t realized it. I don’t think he understands how much he is about to bust out of that chair, how every new roll just makes me want to add so much more fat. As he sits there, I like to take into account every new inch of blubber he has. His ankles are getting chunkier just from not moving as much. He doesn’t realize how much fatter he’s going to get while he keeps this WFH job.

We had stopped talking for a couple of years. He caught me trying to make him bigger. I randomly got this picture with the message, “I couldn’t stop after you left. I made myself this fat for you.” My jaw dropped. When I knew him, he was an ex-coach trying to ensure he stayed in shape, and now I see him become this balloon of a man. I just knew I had kickstarted something. He knew he wanted to be fat. He wanted to be a blob. I knew this was just the beginning.

Do you ever just look at a fat man and think to yourself, where every pound of flab lands itself. Where his actually frame sits and how he would just look before he ballooned himself. I look at Dad and think how his face is just so much rounder. That all his fat is under his chin and cheeks. How his side tits are forming, and how much his belly just hangs. He could be a skinny dad who works out and lives an average life. Instead, now he’s a hog whose fat spills all over and is just waiting for his next meal.

I told him to pick something out; he was getting bulky, and I needed him to be at least twice his size by December. Playing Santa is always something he loved doing, but it definitely was a lot of work to make him that size throughout the year. He just needs to pick something, sit back, and I would do all the work.

I sometimes don’t think he knows how attractive I find him. He started doing this renovations around the house and it show how much of a man he truly was to me. The belly that showed off how much he loved my cooking. The growth of his chest hair and honestly just the hair on this body. He was my man my bear, my fat boy who loved to show off for his encourager. He drove me crazy with his looks. Just looking back at this photo reminded me how much I just want him.

God, he knows how much it turns me on for him to show off like this. We started him on a bulking routine with his workouts. It was beginning to make his ass bulge. He wanted me to play with it whenever I could. His constantly showing off like this really led to some breeding sessions.

He always chuckles that we built him a shelf. He loved his gut, I loved all the extra weight and couldn’t wait to see what the next 50 pounds brought. Wouldn’t be shocked if he just used it as a table.

He was giving you that look. He wants to bend you over and show you how much force you’ve added to his build. He wants to unload his warm thick load in your tight ass. You’ve made him into this beast and he wants to claim what’s his. You love this look. You live to serve him. You know once he’s cum, you’ll have to get dinner ready with his warm seed inside.

His cute smile always gets to me. As soon as he lifted the shirt, I knew what he wanted. His tits were full, and he wanted me to nurse on them. I love severing him like this. That milk is so nice and warm. It’s also so high in testosterone that I usually grow so much hair afterward. I love when they're full, and recently I’ve been helping him grow them. He’s gained a lot, and I can tell it’s adding something because I’m starting not to fit in my shirts. I can’t wait to see what happens this time.

He thought daily outdoor walks would help tone him up some more. (Some kind of logic he got from his from old bodybuilding days) I personally think he just uses it as an excuse to show off how much of a beast you’ve made him. Over the past couple of years, serving him mass gainer as a way to size up really added a gut to his already huge frame. I swear, the second I shook one up, he would want to eat an entire meal with it. I think he’s into the changes. I personally think it has something to do with his roid use from a couple of years back. He’s just gotten huge with my help. He loves how big I’ve made him. He loves all the extra force he uses when I get between those thick thighs. How much he gets to be the big silver back beast in my life.

Now, son, I’ve told you time and time again. This gut isn’t going to grow itself. I know you want daddy bigger, but unless I see more steak on that grill, I’m not letting you rub this belly.

We finally took new pics, and that was one of the moments when you noticed that your new dinner diet was working. That double chin is bulging out so much more now. That belly sticks out so much that he can’t button his pants over it anymore. He’s getting thicker in all the places that you wanted. That chubby face is a reminder that he’s getting fatter just for you.

You convinced him that the shirt wasn’t too small. That the extra serving of dessert wasn’t going to affect him too much. You would say “Babe, one more isn’t going to hurt. It’s just a treat.” You knew he was growing out of his shirts. You knew how fat he was but it wasn’t until he had to put on last years dress shirt. You saw the damage you did. He called you over after dinner to show you he busted out of it. You’ve never been more turned on by him.