Chunky/Unhealthy Lad

Much of the time, when a young lad gets chunky and/or obese, he stays that way for the rest of his life. They tend to be happy and comfortable in eating what they want and being as lazy as they wish.

Others struggle to understand this, but while they may not have their own beer bellies or fat much of the time, the Dads and Uncles of these chunky young lads tend to be pretty understanding.

They know how addicting junk food is, and out of the common vices, it's probably the best one to have. They also know that if you're happy with it, a belly is actually pretty cool. It's a cool, squishy little thing that stores up your food and makes a fair bit of breathing room for when you want to gorge! And there's nothing manlier than having a big meal full of meat and grease!

The quickest way to become a morbidly obese lazy fatass is to live with your dad after a divorce (when you're a teenager).

So many cases of healthy weight or slightly chubby boys going with their dads after a divorce and they just blow the fuck up 😵‍💫

Daddy never wanna cook, they just wanna keep getting takeout and McDonald's all the time.

Want to get extra snacks during grocery shopping or just when you're hungry? Load up that shopping cart baby! Boys stay happy when they've got lots of biscuits beside them keeping them nice and full! No complaints from Daddy there!

You don't wanna do sports anymore? Daddy wants to spoil you and keep you happy, so feel free to stay at home all day on your playstation!

Every day. Fast food/ready meals all the time. 16+ hours on the PlayStation every day you're not at school, with all the snacks you want every time even the slightest of hunger pangs hit you.

That's how you become morbidly obese, with a massive overfed mound of a gut. At such a young age too...

Daddy knows you've put on so much weight. He may make a little teasing comment, or give your belly a jiggle or a few taps when you're sitting next to him, but it doesn't matter. He'll offer you a snack 2 seconds later.

You, your Daddy and your Uncle go on a 3 week trip together to get away from the rest of the family and have some boys only time.

All three of you were pressured by your family to be on a diet all the time, but since you guys set off, you guys have been non stop eating junk food.

Every meal at a diner or a fast food place (with massive portions), a truckload of snacks every time you three got in the car (Half a dozen donuts each AT LEAST) and massive pizza and drinking binges at each hotel room (Daddy and Uncle drunk cases of beer, but you didn't like the taste so you had tons of soda and milkshakes to clog your arteries even more).

Daddy and Uncle were big eaters and could eat more in one sitting than you, but you can snack like there's no tomorrow. Daddy and Uncle grew their beer bellies even more, but as you were the laziest one, you grew much softer throughout all your body.

Near the end of the trip, you boys blew right up. All three of your bellies were straining your clothes and you ripped a hole near the crotch of most of your pants.

You boys knew that you've been gluttonous, you've been smacking each other's bellies after every meal and teasing each other. Daddy and Uncle did admire your growth in softness and obesity, though, because they would often team up to creep up behind you and jiggle your soft belly together. Either one of them would also give your thighs a good squeeze when they sat next to you. You would also get constant praise for 'keeping up' with their eating, which gave you so much pride.

And so all three of you sat in the car on the way to the next McDonald's that you see, bellies full but still hungry and proudly protruding and bursting at the seams. Your family is going to get a shock when they see you three, because they know you're all too fat to go back to the status quo. 😌

When your family thinks you're getting too chubby and gives you a 'healthy' portion during big family meals, but your cool 300lb uncle has got your back.

Always putting extra carbs on your plate when the rest of the family is not looking.

Putting himself in charge of desserts and giving you a very big portion.

Always giving you food/food vouchers and stretchy clothes the next size up as gifts for birthday and Christmas.

Giving your belly a slap and a "looking good!" every time you greet him.

It is always a junk food binge every time you stay overnight at your uncle's.

When you're clothes shopping and your mother is chastising you for putting on weight and bemoans you for having to get new sizes for your clothes.

Then she goes off to get coffee or something and you hang back with your 300lb beer bellied daddy, who ruffles your hair then gives your now chunky belly some reassuring pats.

"Don't worry about her, son. I think you're filling out nicely. Nothing wrong with a good appetite eating nice food! And I'll go take you to a buffet tomorrow, how about that? You can get whatever you want and you can have all the seconds that you like. And I'll order some more clothes in some BIGGER sizes so that we don't have to go out shopping like this. You like that?"

He grabs your gut and gives it one more little jiggle. He then pulls a huge candy bar out of his pocket.

After a divorce, you've been living with your 400lb tradesman daddy with a beard and a massive exercise ball shaped balloon belly for the last year and a half.

While you've never been a thin son (you have always loved junk food and never cared for sports), daddy has been taking you out for fast food at least three times a week and keeping the shelves full of candy at easy reach. That weight has piled on and now you have a proper gut with moobs and a slight overhang, and you are classified as obese.

After a Friday night of McDonald's when daddy laughed as you requested another portion of large fries and nuggets, you are now sitting in daddy's transit van, your full belly digging into the seatbelt and your pants already undone.

When daddy sees you struggling to fit into your clothes after your VERY indulgent holiday season, he comes into your room and gives your gut a good jiggle, while saying:

"Don't tell anyone I've said this but I think you've been eating real well over the holidays and I'm real happy that you have been enjoying yourself. Don't worry about your clothes, I'll get you the next sizes up, okay?"

Daddy chuckles and gives your fattened belly a pat

You've just returned to Daddy's house after staying with your 368lb grandpa. Grandpa has been doing nothing other than spoiling his grandson with endless comfort food and nonstop indulgence.

For this past month, you haven't needed to move a finger, just park yourself on the couch as soon as you wake up each morning until you go to sleep at night, and let the food come piling in. Grandpa has been very good to you.

When you hug Daddy when you come back to his house, your bigger and flabbier belly squeezes against him like a smooth fluffy sloshy sponge. You have put A LOT of weight on. And daddy KNOWS it!

When daddy releases you from the hug, he lifts up your tight shirt and moves his soft hand through your spherical mound of lard. Then he gives you 3 firm taps near your belly button, each tap sending visible ripples across your skin. He just had to see the 'damage' grandpa caused to your young body.

You, your Daddy and your Uncle has just had the biggest and most carb-heavy Thanksgiving meal you can remember. All three of your bellies are obese, full and either threatening to pop your shirt buttons clean off (in your case) or riding up the beer belly so much that they might as well be crop tops. You three need somewhere quiet to relax away from the rest of the family after such an indulgent meal. So you head up to Daddy's Man Cave upstairs, making the stairs creek and all three of you cradling your rotund guts.

Daddy and Uncle sit down on the wide couch with a thud, but when you sit down in between them, the shirt button closest to your belly button pops right off and flies across the room.

After Daddy and Uncle laugh and go "Oh damn!", you decide to just take off the rest of the buttons and just sit there shirtless.

Uncle then grins and gives your belly a proper smack and says "Damn brother, your son's packing quite the gut there, huh?"

Daddy also grins and while giving your gut a little jiggle says "Oh yeah. I couldn't get him to leave the house all year and all the cookies and fast food looks to be making him a bit of a fatty! isn't that right, son?"

Daddy has invited you to come on his monthly all you can eat buffet with him and his three buddies for the first time.

You've seen daddy's buds before and they're properly obese, just like your old man. As we drive up to the buffet, you pinch your now chubby belly. It's been steadily growing for a while but you finally feel that it's getting to the point where it's properly chunky. Daddy says you can come with him to the buffet because you're now old enough, but perhaps he meant that you're now fat enough...

You give each of your dad's friends a hug when you greet them, and each of those hugs came with a firm grab and jiggle of your gut. Yup, they've definitely noticed. And they approve.

As we sit round the table eating our carb filled mountains on a plate, dad and his friends are talking about how great it is that you've finally joined them on their pig outs at the buffet and how great it is to have a boy my age with a 'proper build and appetite'.

Then they talk about hosting much more dinner parties and food filled occasions than we currently do, which they all seem really excited about.

You can tell that they want to fatten you as much as possible. They are going to get their wish, that's for sure!

After Christmas dinner, most of the family have had their fill and have left the table towards the living room.

However, you and Daddy decide to finish the leftovers together. Normally, it's only Daddy with his huge mound of a gut that stays back to finish off the food, but your noticeably chunkier belly that you've grown this year from being a lazy and greedy young lad has increased your capacity. Daddy is really appreciative of the extra help.

The two of you indulge in a carb filled binge of the remaining food. Food that is very starchy and flooding you with calories that you never plan to burn off.

You and Daddy, with some panting that makes it look like you two ran a mile, manage to demolish the remaining leftovers. Your belts are then promptly unbuckled and you lean back in your chairs, with your hands pressed hard against your bellies to try and soothe the fullness.

"Wow, we did it! We really packed all of that in. I enjoyed that." you say.

"You've really packed it all in, didn't you son? I'm impressed!" Daddy replies.

Daddy then looks at your full belly, and really realises for the first time how much weight you've put on. He pulls up your shirt to get a good look at that overweight belly of yours, and gives it a good tap and a little wiggle.

"You're becoming a bit of a fattie, aren't you? Getting some proper chunk on ya, eh?" Daddy says, with a surprising amount of warmth before he gives your belly another little jiggle before caressing his own full gut again.

You could make some excuses saying "it's just winter weight, I will probably slim down by summer" or whatever, but you know it's pointless. It was an active choice to binge on junk food all year and to go get fast food on almost a daily basis. It was an active choice to do as little walking as possible and have sedentary hobbies, where lots of junk food was involved. You made the choice to plump up.