Boryn Stone
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Cooking Classes
🕑 Added 2023-04-20 14:49:56 +0000 UTCThe last I heard from my dad was when he had discovered cooking classes. He had been talking non-stop about all the amazing recipes he was learning and the tasty food he was cooking. I had warned him to watch his weight, knowing how easily he got carried away with his hobbies.
The next time I saw him I couldn't believe my eyes. His clothes were stretched to the breaking point, barely covering his body. He had become a soft round chubby ball, his body almost spilling out of the fabric. His shirt was barely long enough to cover the top of his pants, the buttons popping open to expose his fat. His stomach had grown to a huge size, hanging over his belt and side with a large belly button poking through the fabric.
He seemed to be completely enjoying himself, his hands constantly grabbing onto his fat and rubbing it. He'd make jokes about how he was getting too fat, but I could see the joy in his eyes as he talked about how he loved his new passion. He'd grab onto his belly and jiggle it, his face lighting up with pleasure as it bounced in his hands from all the food he had been eating.
It wasn't long before he'd outgrown almost all his clothes, going around the house completely nude unable to take his hands off his stomach. I don't think I'd ever seen a better example of 'fat and happy', but who was I to prevent it?
