Aaron's grin was momentarily broken by a loud belch. Aaron then gave his towering belly a couple loving, forceful pats. He looked down at his mother, who now only reached his waist.
"Oh my special little guy!" his mother exclaimed, "I knew you'd be the one to be able to grow! I just knew you'd be the one who could do all the things I wish I could!" The machinery behind his dream was clearly drawing inspiration from his inflated sense of importance.
Aaron's face pinched in confusion, "Huh?" was all the fat boy managed to get out.
"Well, baby, you've seen that momma likes to eat," she punctuated this by smacking her own obese middle. "but my belly just can't hold everything I want to put in it. I used to imagine all the fun things I would eat if I could just grow bigger, and here you are, able to live out my fantasies!"
His mother reached up and caressed the underside of the massive belly that jutted out above her. "I'm so proud, sweetie! It couldn't have happened to a more deserving, more perfect boy!"
Aaron knew he was special, and he loved being doted upon (not to mention he loved to eat). He liked where this was headed. His bulbous gut growled in agreement.
"Sounds like you wanna eat some more," his mother noted, proudly. "You want momma to keep getting you food?"
"More food," Aaron said, quietly at first, before demanding more loudly: "more food!"
"Whatever my baby wants!"
His mother then hurried around the kitchen, scooping up every piece of food she could find. In this dream, their cabinets and fridge seemed to hold far, far more food than they really could. His mother dumped armful after armful (mere handfuls to Aaron) into the fat boys waiting palms. The instant he had food in hand, it was shoved into his eager mouth. Soon, to accelerate his growth even more, he leaned over and had his mother drop food into his mouth between each handful he shoved in himself. As Aaron grew, he stopped bothering to chew and just swallowed anything that entered his mouth. Soon, they were scrapping together the last few pieces of food from the kitchen (a large turkey, which Aaron swallowed whole - including the bones and the metal pan it came in) into his smacking lips.
Each morsel of food fueled his growth, and Aaron continued to expand upward and outward. The ceiling groaned and cracked as he kept growing and pressing against it. Finally, with one major spike of growth, Aaron broke through not only the ceiling, but the roof, too. When the growth finished, his head and shoulders rose above the roof, and his belly and backside had expanded so much that they were nearly the width of the house.
Aaron's stomach rumbled angrily. "More food!" he demanded again.
"I'm sorry, baby," his mother said, "that's all the food we have. And anyhow, a measly turkey wouldn't fill you up now, would it?" She smiled up at him adoringly. "That means you'll have to get creative, baby. Now's your chance to eat all the things I wish I could!"
Aaron drummed his fingers on his giant girth for a moment. Then, on an impulse, he leaned over and ripped the oak tree out of their yard. Aaron stuffed it deep into his mouth and pulled it back out, stripped of all its leaves. He munched the leaves for a moment, and gulped down the pulp. That seemed to do nothing for his voracious belly, so he shrugged and slid the rest of the tree (branches and all) down his throat, whole. Its rigid, lumpy shape hurt his stomach, but Aaron also found himself enjoying the feeling of having something large and obviously not-normal-food shaped in his tummy.
"That's it, baby!" his mother cheered. "Eat everything you'd like, honey. It's all for you. Eat to your heart's contents and keep getting bigger like the growing boy you are."
Aaron let out another small burp and massaged his stomach, nodding in agreement with his mother. He then bent over, searching for more food, and licked his lips with excitement as he thought about eating...