chapter 4

Anna’s husband and Ashley’s dad, Carl was home now too. He was fatter than my dad, also wearing a brief style swim suit. Ashley was still wearing her bikini, Anna had on stretch pants and a t-shirt. There was a massive spread of food, pastas, sauces, bread, casseroles and sweet tea. We filled plates and starting eating.

Anna sat next to mom, shoveling food into her, much to their mutual delight and my dad’s. Ashley and I sat close watching each other stuff ourselves. Dad and Carl just ate and ate. Several serving later we all sat around, stuffed and bloated. Anna said, “Ashley, why don’t you and George get in the Jacuzzi dear, your friend’s will be here shortly.”

We half waddled, half staggered to the Jacuzzi and stepped in. Ashley kissed me again. “George, I adore you, I love having someone so close by to hang out with and you are so nice, I just adore your mom and dad too.” “Ashley, do you realize you are the first girl I have ever kissed? Today has to be the best day of my life! I met you. My mom is finally happy and getting fat. My dad has a great new job.” “Oh George, I adore you!” We kissed again and of course some fondling.

A couple of minutes later, Amanda and Jill arrived in Jill’s car. They were wearing bikinis too. Ashley’s descriptions were spot on. Jill’s booty and thighs were to die for! She was having trouble walking her thighs were so soft and round and her bottom cheeks just wobble in her bikini panty. Amanda was round or rotund. She had a big belly, big booty, modest boobs lying on her big belly. She was shorter than Ashley too.

They shrieked when they got to the Jacuzzi, giggling, “Oh Ashley is this George?” I stood up to greet and meet them, showing off my bulging belly in the brief, now stuffed from my third binge of the day, they shrieked again, “Oh George you are so hot!”

We sat, eating, drinking sweet tea by and gallon talking. I told them about my high school and they filled me in on the Bellows Farm High School. While we were talking, Jill said, “George, have you gotten anything from the high school about the mandatory sex ed. class for new students?” I replied that we haven’t gotten any mail yet here. She went on, “Oh you will, it’s a big deal here.” The others just nodded.

We sat around for another hour giggling, chatting, poking each other’s bellies and bottoms. I was really enjoying being here.

Around ten thirty, my dad, called over, “George, can you help me get mom home?” “Sure dad.” I hugged Jill and Amanda and discreetly kissed Ashley, getting more pokes and pinches.

Mom was slouched in a chair, obviously engorged. Her belly was bulging against the table and her thighs and bottom were beginning to sag over the edge of the chair. Dad and I hoisted mom to her feet, she burped and then started to stagger toward our house, my dad and I on each arm.

We got her to their room and lowered her on to the bed. Dad turned to me, “Thanks George for helping, doesn’t she look awesome all nice and full.” I chuckled, “I guess no more sighs and looks at us to eating too much anymore.” Dad laughed, “That’s the truth. I think mom’s going to be gaining a lot of weight here and I can’t weight!” Dad and I went back downstairs and close and lock doors.

“Oh George, I got a letter from the high school, you have a mandatory sex education class tomorrow, I can drop you off on my way to work.” “One of the girls mentioned the class to me tonight. So it’s no surprise.”

The next morning my dad dropped my off at the high school entrance. We left mom sleeping. Dad had called Anna and she said she would take good care of Carol, which to me meant stuffing her like a goose all day.

I was wearing a too small pair of sweat pants and a tight t-shirt that was riding up on my belly. I was a little embarrassed but on getting to the room, all of my fellow participants were having wardrobe issues as well.

There were eight girls and one other boy. He was a senior and looked like a deer in the headlights. The girls were all over us with questions, “Where do you live? What class are you in? Do you have any brothers? Do you have a girlfriend?” We were rescued when a guidance counselor came in. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s get started.” She checked off our names, then announced, “George and Michael, you both will be taught by Dr. Jones, our principal. His office is down the hall to you left.” Michael and I got up, much to the girls disappointment and went down to his office. I did notice, of course, that true to nearly all women in Bellows Farm, the guidance counselor was obese.