#overweight dad

rotguttheclown:

Sam had never been close to his dad. He’d always regarded him as a lazy, fat slob, and didn’t really respect him. His father told him to wait until he was his age, then he’d see. Little did he know how that’d turn out.

It began when his dad started taking a greater interest in his life, his job, etc. It was the most interaction he’d recieved from his father in years. At first he was suspicious, but slowly got used to it, even though his father was no less slobby or unhygienic. It was still a bit embarrassing to be out in public with this fat, smelly old man, who’d constantly rip ass without a care.

Later his father had decided to give him some of his old clothes. Unsurprisingly, they no long fit him, so Sam was getting them. They were still too big on him, but for some reason, it always seemed like his dads shirts were the first ones he’d grab and wear for the day. His father had also started taking him out to restaurants, of course the restaurants he wanted to eat at. Sam wasn’t super fond of them, but gradually came to find the food alright. Oddly, he’d started getting the same orders as his father did. Soon his dad was ordering the same thing for both of them.

The changes in diet had begun leaving a mark on Sam’s waistline. He had started getting plumper. He was shocked when found his dad’s shirts starting to fit him better. Although he said he’d start dieting and exercising, his father told him he was overthinking it, plus, with him and his father eating out each day, he didn’t want to turn down any orders and be rude. Besides, he’d actually started enjoying the food. His dad told him to embrace it, he still looked good.

Soon Sam’s gut had actually outgrown the shirts his father had given him, but soon his dad had given him new clothes, “spares for his spare tire” he’d say with a chuckle. Sam still had trouble buttoning them up over his gut. He couldn’t help but start to like his father’s clothes, and, besides being the only ones he’d have that still fit, was now wearing them all the time. His paunch had gotten as fat as his father’s belly now.

With the sudden weight gain, came a strange sense of laziness. Sam had felt oddly lethargic lately, after finishing work, he’d go home, drink beer, and watch TV, which likely contributed to his rain. His hygiene had started to suffer too. He kept forgetting to bathe, and figured it wouldn’t matter if he did. Though other people thought he had started to stink, Sam didn’t think he smelled all that bad actually. Although his farts definitely did, but they didn’t even faze him. He’d been strangely gassy as of late. He couldn’t stop it if he wanted to though. His dad was right, no sense in holding it in, it was only natural. Pretty soon it no longer bothered him at all when he’d fart, and sometimes he wouldn’t realize it when he did.

Going out for dinner with his dad was no longer awkward. He understood how his dad felt. Even though he was a slob, he was relaxed and confident, and so was Sam now. The two of them were do close now, it was obvious to most they were father and son, they even dressed alike. Sam no longer minded his father’s interest in his life, and actually included him as much as he could. He was a daddy’s boy, but when he and his father had so much in common, it was hard not to be.