As Johnny swallowed down the last of the chocolate milk, he threw the empty liter bottle to the ground. The plastic bottle bounced across the kitchen floor as the man panted, his bare swollen gut creaking and ready to burst. Johnny glanced at the webcam pointed at him and then at the open laptop which displayed his web chat screen. The chat was erupting with comments from men (and a couple women) congratulating him for sucking down just over ten thousand calories in about two hours. Johnny's eyes focused on the donation counter in the upper-right corner of the screen: $659 in donations from his viewers. That would be more than enough to cover the gluttonous feast he just gorged himself on as well as to pad out his bank account.
He slowly rubbed a thick hand along his tummy that engulfed most of his lap. "Alright, remember that'll be the last video strem for a while. Pictures will go up..." Johnny took a second to burp. "....but those too won't go out as often. Hopefully by Fall things will be slower then!"
Johnny ended the stream. He was brought back to his JustYourFans home page where dozens and dozens of nearly nudes photos of him were posted about, all of them showing off his nearly four hundred pound frame. The most recent photo set focused on Johnny (Or, as he was better known online, WannabeBlimp) playing with his considerable chest, manhandling his moobs and tugging at his quarter-sized puffy nipples. That set already scored him fifty dollars in tips.
Johnny has started his JustYourFans page nearly five years ago after his wife left him. There were two reasons for Stephanie's departure. First, she was not thrilled about Johnny's budding interest in bedding other men. And second, his weight was skyrocketing. When they meet years ago, the man was a svelet 180 pounds. But the married life alone with a sedetary desk job caused him to balloon up a hundred pounds. She hated it; he loved it. And he wanted more. When Johnny told Stephanie about his desire to get even larger, that was the final straw for her. She packed things up that night and left him with their son Jaime, a scrawny boy with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair just like his father.
The smutty page was a release for Johnny. He posted videos on his growing body, of him gorging himself on loads of junk food, of him talking about his desire to grow bigger, larger, and fatter. The man's ultimate goal weight (for now) sat at 650 pounds. Big, but still small enough for him to get around and take care of his son. Once Jaime was old enough to take care of himself...however...
Those who had been following Johnny for years knew that content slowed down around the Summer and Christmas time because of his work as a junior software engiineer. This, however, wasn't entirely true. The real reason why photos and videos slowed down during those time was because Jaime was at home meaning that the kitchen was not free for him to film himself gorging in his underwear or to pose for photos face down in a sheet cake. Tonight was the last night Johnny knew the kitchen was free before Jaime's summer break as the boy was sleeping over at his best friend Julian's house.
Johnny cleaned up the kitchen as best he could with his overstuff belly sloshing and wobbling about. It didn't need to be spotless, only clean enough for Jaime not to suspect anything. Once cleaned, Johnny grabbed his laptop and webcam, shuffling his hefty body to his apartment bedroom, delightly huffing along the way. Johnny shut his bedroom door with a foot before placing the equipment on his dresser. The man belched and tasted the strawberry cake on his breath again. Reaching a thick hand behind him, he yanked his undersized briefs down, exposing his chunky butt to the cool air of his bedroom and toss the underwear into a corner. Carefully, he set his wide rump on the edge of his bed. The frame creak slightly under his weight before Johnny rolled onto his back and drifted off to sleep.
***
He awoke three hours laters to the same dream, the same recurring dream he had whenever Johnny stuffed himself, the same dream he started having months ago. In it, Johnny had grown fat, massively fat, nearly as large as his king sized bed and far too heavy to move on his own. And there was Jaime waiting in him, taking care of his monsterously overfed father. But Jaime too had ballooned. The quarter ton boy waddle about his father's bedroom, his pale wobbling flesh constricted only by a pair of breifs that barely covered his butt. Jaime fed Johnny morsel after morsel, rubbed down his father's vast tummy, all the while Johnny's hands poked and prodded his son's love handles, rear, moobs, and gut.
"D-Dad! That tickles!" giggled Jaime as Johnny groaped a soft moob right before waking up.
Johnny sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "I...I gotta do something about this...Maybe this is the sign I was waiting for..."
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