Nightly Burgers

I had been living with my parents for about 4 months now, having moved back after losing my job. Thankfully I managed to find another father quickly at a fast food burger job. It's only temporary, but I bring food home every night.

My mother likes to eat healthy, denying the burgers and fries and eating a salad instead. My father has made no objections to eating her share along with his own. At first I thought nothing of it. Until my dad came into my room one day before work.

He had put on about 20 lbs within a month and was struggling to button his shirt. "Son, did you do the laundry last night? I think you shrunk my shirt." He said as he continued to struggle with the button.

"Yeah, I did the laundry," I said honestly. Though I knew I hadn't been the cause of his shirt getting smaller. "I'll be more careful in the future. Sorry dad."

"It's okay, kiddo." He said before sucking in and giving a grunt as he managed to fasten the button shut. He exhaled and his gut expanded to stain the buttons, for a moment I thought they were going to blow. But they didn't. "Just remember not to wash them in hot water." He turned to leave but paused. "Say, when you get home from work, do you think you could bring me an extra quarter pounder? I've been craving one today."

"Sure pop. No problem." I said with a nod, pulling on my uniform. My dad gave a thumbs up before he too left for work. Of course I was going to bring him an extra quarter pounder, but now I'd be sure to bring yet another. But he didn't need to know that.

Over the course of another month my dad's gut ballooned as he gained another 20 lbs. Bringing him the "extra" burger was doing wonders, and I loved seeing every ounce of it. My dad had always been a pretty fit guy, but he hated going to the gym but he did it because my mother didn't want to be with a fat slob. Now, I love my mother, but after seeing how she treated my father for so long, I thought it was a good idea to help my dad let loose. Though he still tries to work out. But mom was noticing the weight.

Dad came into my room again, this time with a bigger shirt and it was open to reveal his hairy torso, his strong muscular pecs, and his swelling belly. He was starting to look as though he had swallowed one of the medicine balls from the gym in order to hide his belly flab. His gut was round and looked solid, if not for the little inch curtain of fat hanging at the bottom.

"Hey son," he said while holding up his undone pants. "Your mother is on one today. She's noticed my weight gain. Well, let's be honest, so hasn't." He chuckled and gave his gut a pat. "But she said she's going to start doing the cooking from now on. We both know how awful a cook she is. But we can't tell her that. So how about tonight you don't bring food home? Okay?"

"Well, okay." I shrugged. "But you said it yourself. She's a terrible cook. We both would take a burger over her cooking any day. So, how about I still bring the burgers and fries. But we'll keep them in my room until after dinner. Then we'll come hide out in here and eat them after she's gone to bed."

"Oh, I like the sound of that, and so does the tank." Dad hefted his solid gut in both hands, the extra flab of fat at the bottom flowed between his fingers like a water balloon. "It's a plan. Oh and one more thing?"

"What's up dad?"

He gestured the undone pants toward me. "Give your old man a hand? I'll lift, you fasten?"

"Sure dad. No problem." I gave a chuckle, hiding the erection growing in my pants, which was very difficult when his gut was hovering over my head and bumping me in the face as I fought to fasten his button and zipper.

"Thanks son," dad said once I got him all fastened and he started tucking in his shirt, which only accentuated the size of his gut. "Maybe it's time I buy some bigger clothes, eh?"

"Nonsense. They still fastened. I think you're good for a while." I lied. I had always been into bigger guys and was loving what my own father was becoming, but I was never going to let him know that.

That night I brought extra burgers home, more yeah normal. I knew dad was going to be picking at his food that mom cooked, so I knew he was going to be extra hungry. However, when he arrived I was shocked.

I watched dad hurry to the side door that lead from the driveway into the living room, all the while he was holding up his pants that had a missing button and broken zipper. And he looked bloated. Even his shirt was missing a couple buttons on the front. He crept in and saw me looking at him. His face instantly went red and he gave a sheepish grin as he tiptoed off and up the stairs, walking right past my mom who was in the kitchen cooking. Once dad had made it up the stairs I stood and followed. When I made it to my parents bedroom I found my dad standing in his tattered clothes frantically looking for something else to wear.

"What happened, dad?" I asked as I closed the door behind me.

"Son, I messed up." He said frantically. "I tried to wait for dinner, but this gut of mine wouldn't stop growling at work. I was getting stares from colleagues. So I tried to shut it up by getting something to eat from the Mexican shop next door. Once I started I couldn't stop. I was so hungry. I didn't eat breakfast this morning. I kept eating and eating until POW. My pants and buttons blew at the same time. Managed to hide it in my office. But on my way home people saw and I knew your mother would freak. What am I gonna do?"

"Relax pop. I did some shopping earlier." I hurried off and grabbed the set of clothes I had bought for my dad. The same kind he was currently wearing, only bigger. I brought them to him and he sighed.

"Oh thank you son. You're a life saver." He instantly began changing in front of me. Dropping his shirt and pants, even his firm underwear, revealing to me his entire hairy fat body in all his glory. I started to feel warmth not into my face, but in my lower regions as well. I turned away to hide my excitement.

Soon enough he was dressed and we were all sitting at the dinner table. I had gone up two sizes when I had bought dad's clothes, but even then they still looked tight on him, especially on his expanding middle. Throughout dinner it was torture to eat my mother's tuna casserole that tasted like a hobo's sock. But we stomached it to the best of our ability. I was even surprised when dad asked for more. Perhaps his new size had also made him just want to eat, no matter what the food tasted like.

When dinner was finished we all cleaned up and my parents went to their room. I could hear my mother scolding my father about his weight. So I made a plan for the future.

After about 40 minutes I could hear the floorboards creaking and pulled the burgers from the microwave I kept in my room. When dad opened my door I had his 5 quarter pound burgers warm and waiting for him. He sighed with anticipation, say on my bed and dug in. We chatted quietly as we ate, or as my father scarfed down his food. I told dad the plan I had put together earlier and he just smiled.

"That sounds great, son. Let's do it. I'm tired of all get nagging. I'm getting sick of the gym too. UURRRP! Oh, excuse me." Dad gave his gut a pat, then a rub, then grabbed his lower gut and gave it a shake. "This is what I was always meant to be. A real man with real meat on his bones. Eating what I want, when I want. UUURRRP! Oof. Let's do it. Just you and me."

I smiled and gave a nod, watching as the longer we chatted and ate, dad's gut swelled and stained his pj buttons. Plans were going to be put on motion starting tomorrow.

The rest of the month the nights were basically the same. We'd eat mom's cooking, then dad would come to my room and eat the burgers I brought him. I myself put on about 10 lbs, but I made sure to keep working out. I was loving the contrast between my father and I. Dad just ballooned another 20 lbs. By the end of the month we told mom our plan. She wasn't happy, in fact she was furious and said she didn't want us back. As much as we loved her, that was fine by us.

Dad and I put money down on a house across town, closer to both our jobs. Dad couldn't help but eat while at work and still scarfed down his burgers when he got home. Every month I added an extra burger to dad's meal, and he has ballooned. He's gained another 50 lbs and we've only been in our new home for three months. I've even caught him rubbing his gut more and playing with his gut when he thinks I'm not looking. He sure does like his expanding size.

I wonder if he's noticed how much I like it. Or if he'll ever noticed.