Two more months passed and Jake's weight continued to increase. It was clear that he wasn't just "getting chubby" any more. Jake was long past chubby and was now an official fat kid. His soft belly teased over the waist of all his pants and underwear, threatening to fold over into an overhang. His rear had become squishy and round, something Paul found himself gawking at more often than he cared to admit, and his chest was really beginning to poof out into moobs. Jake was about 4 feet tall and easily about 68lbs. He never seemed to notice his size consciously, mostly he only payed attention to his food.
Paul was working overtime more often than not just to keep up with Jake's eating habits. All day and all night he chanted the mantra in his head, "I'm being a good father. Anyone else would do this. This is normal. He's hungry, so I have to feed him. It's just a phase. I'm being a good father." All the while his hips bucked against his computer desk each time Jake went for another tub of ice cream.
It was Jake's 7th birthday, and they had come home from his party. Paul was bewildered by the way Jake's appetite seemed normal at the party, but the moment they got away he was back to being ravenous. Paul heard some of the other parents at the party murmuring to each other about Jake's weight. Paul bowed his head in shame when he heard this.
Now at home, Jake and Paul were sitting down for dinner, which was more a continuation of a life of feasting for Jake. Two cheeseburgers, a plate of fries, three slices of pizza and a few large glasses of cola disappeared into his stomach, and then he demanded the cake be brought out. Sighing in defeat, Paul brought out the FIRST of Jake's birthday cakes. The gluttonous boy had demanded two, saying he couldn't decide which flavor he wanted. Paul cut himself a slice of the thick cake, a meager, thin slice.
Suddenly, before Paul could react, Jake responded with a "Thank you!" And started tearing into the entire rest of the cake with his hands! Frosting and crumbs smeared across his cheeks and he periodically stopped to suckle on his fingers and lick the palms of his hands. Paul enviously imagined how it felt to be those hands, to have such a greedy tongue lick all those calories off of you for the sake of sheer gluttony. Paul then quickly told himself that this thought was a purely platonic, curious thought, nothing more.
Jake demolished the cake in a solid 10 minutes. He leaned back and Paul went over to rub his belly. Belly rubs had become a ritual for the father and son. Jake would binge to the point of knocking himself into a food coma and Paul would, usually hesitantly, rub his belly to ease the pressure. This gave Paul an ideal way to measure just how fast his son was growing. "Oh, fuck he's soft..." Paul thought as his fingers suck into the fat kid's tummy. "It's just baby fat. He's always had this fat. This is normal." He ran his hands up his son's torso, feeling the fat ripple between his fingers along the boy's sides. "So much baby fat... so damn fat... It's just a phase, just a phase, just a phase! This is NOT erotic!"
Jake's eyes fluttered open and looked into those of his father. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," Paul responded.
"Do you think I'm... attractive?"
All the color drained from Paul's face. "No, no, he knows. He knows. I'm a freak, a perverted freak!" His thoughts rang loudly between his ears. He coughed slightly. "Um, why do you ask?"
"Well today at the party, Evan made fun of me. He said I was fat and that I'd never get a girl to kiss me because I'm fat..." Jake's face showed off how embarrassed this made him. Paul immediately felt a spur of parental rage. He hoisted Jake up onto his lap, not quite an easy feat.
"Now you listen to me, Jake. You're not fat. You're having a growth spurt, you're a growing boy. That doesn't mean you're fat. I wouldn't let you get fat! And you're not ugly either!" Paul looked Jake directly in the eyes. Then Jake did something completely unexpected.
He leaned up and planted a kiss right on his father's lips.
Paul's world halted for a moment. Drop by drop reality poured through the walls of his mind, and he felt all at once confusion, shame and ecstasy. Jake's lips were still pressed firmly against his own. Paul could feel how soft they were. He longed to part his lips and taste them. He wanted to love his son deeply and beyond what limits he lived behind. Jake leaned back, smiling nervously.
"...what was that?" Paul asked calmly.
"Well I wanted to make sure that my first kiss was with someone I love! And I love you, Dad. You're better than any girl could be..." Jake blushed and looked to the side.
"And how was it?" Paul knew he was pushing the boundaries. He was daring to take things too far.
"I really liked it... can we kiss again?" Jake responded.
This time Paul leaned in, wrapping his arms around the young boy. He paused just before their faces met, letting the stubble on his chin rest on Jake's nose. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and placed his own lips on Jake's. It was gentle and soft, and lasted a brief moment. He took his lips away, and Jake leaned back in to peck him on the lips once more. The two continued exchanging soft kisses, never once opening their mouths.
That night Paul lay in bed, smiling and content. "It's normal for a father and his son to share special things... That's completely fine... He's happy..." He let his secure thoughts drift him into a deep sleep.
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