Lance had already gained 90lbs since his mom had entered him six months ago. Lance had always been a bit lazy, so his mom knew that if she just pampered him then the weight would pile on by itself. If Lance hit his goal weight -320lbs- by December, then Lance's mom would get $50,000.
$50,000! That was no joke. It was enough for her to go on a three-month vacation with the greatest luxury, or set up a business to bring in more income for the family of two. Lance was an only child, and his dad passed away in a car accident when he was two, so he didn't remember him. If Lance's mom, Mrs. Cabral, could pull this off it could change their lives. The show's only restrictions were only "real" food - no weight-gain shakes or anything like that. The thing was, Lance had no idea.
It was May 30th. Lance woke up hungry and went downstairs, only in his underwear, and sat at the dinner table, which already had plates of pancakes, eggs, and bacon all over it. Lance patted his soft, fat belly and proceeded to stuff his face with food.
"How's my Juicy?" Mrs. Cabral asked.
"Mom..."
"Wait, I almost forgot salt for the eggs!" Mrs. Cabral set a salt shaker next to Lance's plate.
"Thanks, mom. You're so good to me..." Lance said, continuing to stuff himself.
"Of course, honey. And you don't even have to come down here. Just holler or text me and I'll take it all to your room."
"Thanks...*urp*... mom...also I think my underwear shrunk in the wash. Can I get a couple new pairs?"
"Of course. All the time, that washer..."
Mrs. Cabral's plan was brilliant. She played along with Lance's denial. She cut all the size tags off his clothes. She made him move as little as possible and eat as much as possible.
Lance finally went back upstairs after eating enough food for four, and when he got there he turned on his gaming system and played, still in his underwear. But after only an hour, his stomach growled again. "How am I hungry again?" he said, hollering for his mom to bring him snacks, Of course she did so without hesitation. Lance got the snacks and then resumed his playing. His stomach rested between his thighs, and his moobs sagged down. His large butt fought with his underwear, trying to hold form. Lance's gut bore many red stretch marks from rapid weight gain. From 120lbs to 210lbs. Gaming, eating, sleeping.. this was Lance's life granted to him by his mom, but he ever bothered to question the change...
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