chapter 1

I was overweight, but not really too fat, at least compared to my brothers. I liked to wear brief style underwear and tight t-shirts. I wasn’t especially popular in school. I had a few friends, Davy, was my best friend. He was quite fat, one of the fattest kids in high school. I got along with him since we first met, given my whole family was kind of fat. Another fairly close friend was a girl named Camille. She was skinny and pretty, but really nice, not like some girls. It was surprising that I wasn’t fat then. My whole family was overweight or obese, well mostly obese.

My brothers were both fat and married chubby, now fat girls. My mom was obese and my dad was pretty fat too. My extended family too was pretty heavy. My mom’s mother, my grandma was obese and was gaining weight. My grandpa had passed away early in the year, he was very, very fat, over four hundred pounds and my grandma cooked and took very good care of him. This is where my “journey” to becoming fat starts. My grandma was used to cooking massive, heavy meals for my grandpa and herself. She just couldn’t adjust to smaller size meals or portions.

My mom and dad were talking about the summer right about when school got out. “Jim, I’m really worried about mom, she’s really gaining weight.” “Yeah, I know dear, but what can we do?” “Jim, I’m thinking about sending Nat to stay with mom over the summer.” “Uh, dear, Nat will surely gain weight with your mom.” “I know dear, but he’ll gain soon enough given our family genes.” “Yeah, that’s true.” Dad patted his belly. “Nat adores mom too, I think it’s the best solution, besides, Nat hasn’t found a job this summer too.” “Okay, you’re right, let’s tell Nat.”

My mom and dad asked me for a favor, which I thought odd, they asked me to spend the summer with my grandma. I thought that’s not a favor, I love my grandma. Like most teenage boys, I love to eat and grandma lets you eat anything you want. Of course I agreed.

The next day at school, Davy, Camille and I were sitting at our lunch table. Davy asked, “Nat, what do you want to do tomorrow, school’s out?” I replied, “Davy, I can’t do anything, I’m going to stay with my grandma all summer.” Camille piped up, “Hey, Nat, I’m staying with my grandma too.” Davy then said, “Nat isn’t your grandma really, really fat?” “Yeah, she is, but I adore her, she lets us eat whatever we want when my brothers and I stayed with her.” Camille giggled, “My grandma’s really fat too.” Davey laughed, “I bet you guys and going to get fat staying with your grandmas.” I was sitting next to Camille and Davey was across from us, she whispered in my ear, “Nat wouldn’t it be fun if we both got fat staying with our grandmas.” She poked my modest waist giggling. I blushed getting turned on, “Yeah, I guess so.”

I left for my grandmas the next morning. My mom said, “Nat, dear, please try not to eat too much, I know grandma will let you eat whatever you want, but just try.” “Mom, do you think I’m going to get fat at grandmas?” Mom actually blushed, “Nat you will put on weight, just try not to gain too much.” I thought, yep, I going to get fat!

I arrived at my grandma’s house just after noon. If I had any doubt what my waist line was in for it was dispelled when I walked in the door. She had “lunch” ready, more like a feast for a small family. I was hungry and she filled plate after plate with rich heavy food. I got stuffed and bloated. I undid my jeans and unzipped them to let my bloated belly stick out. Grandma loved that. “Oh Nat dearest, your tummy is so cute nice and full, here have more dear there’s plenty.” I couldn’t believe it, but I kept eating. She was satisfied that I’d had a enough to eat after virtually feeding me two hot fudge sundaes. I thought, “So much for mom’s asking me not to eat too much.”

I had a belly ache and grandma sent me to the den to lie on the couch. She said to take off my jeans, they’re too tight and uncomfortable. So I lay there in just my briefs and t-shirt, rubbing my packed belly, I was beyond stuffed. It wasn’t quite an hour later she came in with a plate of warm, fresh cookies and a tall glass of whole milk. “Here you are Nat dear; this should help your tummy.” I did eat them and drank all the milk.

She called me for supper at six o’clock. I still felt full and stuffed, but I couldn’t disappoint her. I stuffed myself again, actually, grandma was nearly feeding me. I managed several platefuls and two rich desserts. I was slouched back in my chair, my bulging tummy sticking up in the air, Grandma started to cry, “Nat dearest I’m so glad you’re staying with me this summer, we are going to have such a wonderful time.”

We watched television for a while, grandma was feeding me cookies and other treats. We went to bed around ten o’clock. I lay in bed holding my engorged belly thinking not just that I may get fat, but how fat I might get.

The next morning merely confirmed my thoughts; breakfast was a massive feast or rich, rich foods. I, of course gorged myself on all my favorites eating several helpings of nearly everything. Grandma was so delighted my appetite. We watched television for a couple of hours, of course snacking on cookies and donuts, then it was time for lunch, which again, I gorged, much to grandma’s delight. Grandma and I spent the afternoon watching movies, and of course eating. We had supper, which I got totally stuffed on. It was my favorite; macaroni and cheese with bratwurst, I had six helping almost getting sick, I was so full. “Nat dearest, you are such a joy; I just love to watch you enjoy your food so much. You remind me of grandpa.” After supper we sat and watched television for a few hours, snacking of course and then bedtime.

This became the routine for the first two weeks I was at grandmas. I started to really love to eat and to get as full as I possibly could. I had been fascinated by obesity, fat bellies, fat bottoms and thick thighs for a long time even before puberty. I watched grandma waddled with her huge belly shifting back and forth and her bottom cheeks bouncing up and down. I was also starting to really enjoy how my body was changing with all of the rich food, fat and calories I was taking in. I’d stand in my bathroom in front of mirror admiring my growing pot belly. My bottom cheeks were bigger and my thighs were getting thicker.

It was Monday of the third week I was staying at grandma’s when it happened. She asked me to go down to the laundry/sewing room and get our clean underwear out of the dryer. I had been helping her with light chores the whole time I was there, so it wasn’t unusual for her to ask me to do something for her. I got the clothes out and started to fold them. My briefs were tiny compared to grandma’s huge “granny panties”. I held up a pair of her panties, then thought “I wonder how big they are compared to my pot belly and bottom.” I pulled them on, of course they were super baggy. I looked around the room, there was a stack of pillows and one of grandpa’s old t-shirts. I couldn’t resist! I pulled on the t-shirt and began stuffing the panties and shirt with pillows. There was a full length mirror in the room, since it was a sewing room too. I stared at my reflection, I looked huge. I poked and prodded my amazing girth. I was really getting turned on, thinking “No wonder my brothers were so fat, this would be awesome to be this fat.” Just then grandma came in the room, “Nat dearest are you almost done folding…” She looked at me. I must have blushed bright crimson. I thought she might be mad at me, but she smiled. “Nat dearest you look so handsome nice and fat. Do you want to stay dressed like this for a while?” I managed to stammer “No, I mean yes. I’m sorry grandma I just wanted to see how big….” She replied smiling, “Nat, it’s okay honey, I don’t mind at all, you do look so handsome though. I bet this fat man is so hungry, let’s go upstairs dearest.” “Yes grandma.” I was so embarrassed that I would have done anything she asked me to do.

“Nat dear, walk around for me, I want to see you all nice and fat.” I did, of course bumping into things, because I was so much wider and rounder. I could tell she was marveling at my custom. “Nat dear, let’s have lunch, now I want you to eat like you are really this fat, okay?” “Yes grandma.” I gorged myself, it was so fun eating looking like I’m so fat, I just kept eating and eating. When I was finally finished, she said, “Nat, go back down stairs, you can take off your fat clothes and bring up the laundry.” “Yes grandma.”