My dad marrying a man was not something I ever expected to happen, but I could only be happy for him. Besides, his husband is a really cool guy, and a fantastic cook.
However, I am starting to get a little concerned. Shortly after their wedding, I noticed my dad had gained some weight. I didn’t think much of it at first, but every time I saw him he looked fatter than before. None of us ever mentioned it, as if nothing was happening. Meanwhile, my old man just kept ballooning.
They’re about to celebrate their seventh anniversary now, and I hardly recognize my dad anymore. His face is round and his neck is nothing but gone; he has fat man tits and an ass as wide as the pacific ocean.
However, his most impressive feature is his belly. It’s just gigantic. Round as a wrecking ball and probably as heavy as one as well. I can’t imagine carrying that much weight must be easy, let alone comfortable. Dad seems to struggle to get on his feet sometimes, and he’s always sweating and running out breath. To say he’s out of shape is an understatement.
It’s not a mystery why he’s probably doubled his weight, if not more. I’ve stayed with them every now and them, and I’ve seen and eaten what his husband feeds him. Delicious food, but also terribly fattening, and tons of it, too. If dad is concerned about his weight, his concern is certainly weaker than his desire to go for a third or fourth serving. He eats like there’s no tomorrow. At first, I thought his husband didn’t mind it either, but I’ve seen him touch my dad’s belly. I think he likes how fat my dad has got. I think he might have fattened my dad up himself…
