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Chapter #6
Going Big Daddy Size
by: Unknown
OK. You weigh two hundred and sixty pounds. This is definitely big guy territory. You are closing in on the size of your brother Mike, but dad still has both of you outweighed by plenty. The thought of delving into your dad's clothes closet is appealing. You open the door to your parents' bedroom and start checking out the wardrobe of your near-four-hundred-pound father. The weight you've put on so far is a drop in the bucket. The idea of gaining more, tickles your mind, and thrills your senses as you rifle through your dad's enormous suits and dress shirts. You never imagined borrowing clothes so big! You shift to the dresser drawers to find something more casual, and then decide to hit the dirty clothes hamper. That's where you find your prize; a pair of your dad's biggest lounging shorts. They are actually a pair of boxer shorts, white, with big, fat, red, valentine hearts. A gift from your Mom, and one of the few things that still fits big on him.
"Wow!"
You hold the huge shorts up in front of the mirror, and imagine yourself fat enough to fill them out. Without a second thought you gulp more gaining potion and pull the enormous boxers up around your hips.
"I wish I was more than big enough to fill these!"
You can hardly believe the words coming out of your mouth. Suddenly your pectorals are puffing out like plump pillows, and your gut is swelling into a huge heavy pot. You feel your butt and thighs filling out the boxers. Your shoulders broaden, and your chest deepens as your arms grow thicker and more powerful. You chuckle with delight as the weight piles on. You allow the boxers to slide under your belly, and feel the waistband shift, and then stretch around your widening hips. The fabric pulls taut against your growing ass, and the side seams suddenly tighten and explode as the shorts become too small for you. Your eyes pop as you check out your reflection in the mirror.
"Whoa man!"
You are even bigger than your dad. You shift your weight, feeling the floor tremble under you, as your huge pot sways side to side. The boxers strain to hold you in. Leaving the bedroom, you waddle to the fridge, and start laying out a big "snack" for yourself on the table. You go through an entire six-pack of beer in the kitchen, and then finish off a second six-pack relaxing in the living room. Finally contented, you lean back on the sofa, pat your big mound of belly, and let out a long satisfied burp.
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