Chapter 2

Lily handed Payton his crutches as she rolled him out of the downstairs guest room. Her arms looked rather like a baby's arms, with rolls and folds at her elbows and wrists, and a small fat fold in her inner upper arms.

"Ready for breakfast?" she asked, her body quivering with each step.

"Yeah, I'm starving!"

Payton loved his family, even if they lived lives opposite his. He found comfort in their large size, and took great pleasure in consuming his mother's cooking.
Lily rolled him up to the table and leaned his crutches against the wall.
"You won't need these for awhile," she said, knowing full well of his enormous appetite.

Payton sat excitedly at the table, taking in the delicious smells of country breakfast.

"Lily, dear, would you help me set the table?" Margaret asked, a warm plate in each hand.

Margaret turned and smiled at Payton as she set plates down.
"I hope you're hungry!" she said, heading back behind the counter. Payton licked his lips.

Payton helped himself to plates piled high with crispy hashbrowns, sunny side up eggs, bacon, biscuits, sausage gravy, and of course, homemade jam and butter.

Cassandra rushed downstairs as fast as her cankles and cellulite ridden thighs would allow. "I gotta run, guys. Sorry!" She said hurriedly as she grabbed a couple biscuits and ran out the door.
Margaret sighed. "That girl...! Have you noticed she's getting thin?" she whispered to Lily and Payton.
"I saw her buying a size down at the mall," Lily replied, a burst egg yolk dripping down her second chin.
Payton shrugged. "I didn't notice," he said, slathering a biscuit in gravy. "She has to be at least 320," he thought, an image of her protruding stomach and wobbly behind popping up in his head.
Margaret and Lily distracted Payton with small town gossip until he realized he'd eaten three heaping plates of breakfast foods. He stifled a burp and patted his stomach. He tried to push away from the table, but Lily had locked the wheelchair in place, forcing him to sit and wait for her and Ma to stop chatting.
"Hey-" he started. "Oh, whatever," he mumbled, listening in and mindlessly adding biscuit by biscuit to his plate.

Eventually, they stopped talking and Lily rolled Payton into the living room as Margaret started to clean up. She locked him in place in front of the TV, and placed a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels in his lap.
"Be good while Ma and I clean up," she said, leaving him with the remote. He watched her ass wobble as she walked away and turned his attention to the TV. Payton burped loudly and rubbed his distended tummy. It was tight and hard, distorting his abs as his organs pressed against each other inside him.
"Oof," he muttered, and changed the channel.