chapter 5 of 5 — dusty grows

Dusty continued to grow heavier and fatter at an alarming rate of over 10lb each month. By his 20th birthday--still at 6'3"--Dusty weighed in at 360. It was at this point when he stopped wearing a shirt entirely, and had his dad trim his facial hair some evenings whilst he was gaming away. As time progressed, Dusty eventually ordered a sofa-bed so that he could just live in the TV room.

Whilst his vegan diet protected him from cancers, heart disease, stroke and diabetes, his sheer mass was weighing him down. His mobility began to decrease more and more, and when he hit 500 lb, he started to communicate with fewer words. He was degenerating intellectually and physically. His waking thoughts were all about his gaming world, or his nearly insatiable hunger. Dad had moved the fridge to beside the couch, along with some pantry shelving and a microwave, because Dusty hated missing moments from his gaming just to eat.

Dusty: 'Daddy, feed me!!!'

There was no further conversation, Dad just squeezed himself beside his 500lb son and fed his gaping mouth with the most calorie dense vegan food available. It wasn't that he was trying to make his son fat, but rather that Dusty's tastebuds were addicted to fattening food.

Dusty: 'Daddy, clean me!!!'

It wasn't long after that Dusty started wearing adult diapers so that he wouldn't have to leave his couch at all. Dad tried to say no, but Dusty's whining tantrums always won in the end.

As it was approaching Dusty's 22nd birthday, he was well and truly 600lb and bed-bound. Unfortunately for Dusty, there was one thing he struggled to do lately, and has been unable to for the past week.

Dusty: 'Daddy, jerk me!!!'

No. Dad thought.

Dusty: 'Daddy! Jerk me!!!'
Dad: 'Dusty! No I can't do that! I don't think it's even legal...'
Dusty: 'Daddy please!!! Please Daddy!'
Dad: 'Dusty...'
Dusty : 'It hurts! Can't reach! Daddy PLEASE!!! JERK ME!!!'

Dad didn't care about his dignity anymore, he had become a slave to his obese slob of a son. It kept his son from being depressed, it kept himself from missing his wife, he'd become a robotic shell of the person he was. He pulled off his son's diaper, and proceeded to squeeze his hand between the folds of fatty flesh. He found it, and it was tiny.

Dusty grunted in pleasure, as he continued thumbing his PlayStation controller whilst being jerked off by his Dad. The End.