chapter 1

In the spring of ’72 I was turning 19 years old. For those of you to young or don’t remember, that was during the Vietnam war. America was drafting young men into the service via a draft lottery. The higher your number, the less likely you were to be drafted, the lower your number, better chance of being drafted. The lottery was based on your birthday, a drawing was done and birth dates were randomly drawn, the order in which the dates were drawn became the lottery number for all those who would turn 19 on that day, that year. Thus begins our story.

I had just graduated from high school the previous year. I was still dating my high school sweat heart, Sally. I was looking forward to an easy summer job, caddying at the golf course and Sally worked as a waitress in the club house. Those plans were about to change.

My birthday came up with a very low number in that years drawing. My mother, never a big supporter of the Nixon administration was freaking out that I may be drafted. She was scheming away on how to keep me out of the military.

Sally’s grandmother needed help with her house and loneliness over the summer, Sally’s mom wanted her to go and stay with her mother.

My mother heard that a guy a year ahead of me in high school had been called in for a physical and was rejected by the military. My mom finally found out what had happened. His name was Arnold Hipple. We used to tease him by calling him Arnie the hippo, because he was obese! Apparently Arnie had gained more weight, the freshman fifteen and then some while at college. When he went in for his physical, he weighed over three hundred pounds and was only 5’8” tall.

My mother starting thinking, she was worried about me getting drafted. One of her friends sons had gotten a notice for a physical already and his lottery number was not far from mine. She decided on a plan of action, she would fatten me up so I would flunk the physical.

I was stunned when she told me. “Mom,” I said, “I don’t want to be FAT!” She got really angry at me, “Do you want to go to SE Asia and fight a war” she screamed. “No son of mind is going off to get killed” “But mom, Sally will dump me if I get fat, no girl is going to want to date a fat guy!” I replied. “It’s better than getting killed or maimed in some ill conceived war” she retorted. I couldn’t believe what was happening, my mom was planning on fattening me up, and there was nothing I could do about it.

That night she put her plan in motion. She collected all of my clothes, except some t-shirts and my under pants. I like briefs, which worked right into her plan. She would make sure I could not leave the house to get any exercise at all. She told the golf course I would not be able to work that summer and she started stocking the house with only the most fattening foods she could find.

Sally came over, since I could not leave without any clothes. I was consoling her on her mom’s plan to ship her to grandma’s house. She was upset that she would miss me all summer, she was also worried about gaining weight while staying with her grandmother. Her grandmother was quite fat and she loved to cook and eat.

Sally and I were not a “Ken and Barbie” kind of couple, we were reasonably good looking people, but ordinary. I was 5’10” around 190 lbs. I had gained weight at college, but only around ten pounds. Sally was 5’4” and around 125 lbs. She was not skinny, but not really plump either. She to had gained ten pounds since high school, but she looked great to me.

When I told her about my mother’s plan, she at first started laughing. But when she saw the serious look on my face she couldn’t believe my mother would do something so desperate. I asked her, “Would you still go out with me if my mother made me get really fat?” She giggled, Yes Ned I would still go out with you.” “You might look pretty good fat”, she giggled. “Ned, would still date me if I gained a ton of weight staying with my fat grandmother?” “Of course I would, Sally,” I answered. She started laughing, “What?” I asked. She giggled, “Ned what if we both get fat!” “I guess that would solve the problem, though, wouldn’t it?” I asked, laughing too. We made out for a while and she left for home. Sally was leaving for her grandmothers first thing in the morning.

I didn’t want to admit it to Sally, but when she said “What if we both get fat”, kinda turned me on a bit. I had met her grandmother before, she was quite short and very fat, nearly as round and she was tall. She was very nice though and sweet. I new deep down that Sally would never be able to resist her grandmother’s tempting her.

I wondered how far my mom would go, on her plan for me. I would have to gain over a hundred pounds to get close to the weight that Arnie had been rejected for. To my surprise, I got a hard on thinking about Sally and her grandmother eating, and my mom force feeding me!

The next morning I found out! My mom woke me up at six, she carried in a huge tray covered with rich breakfast foods; pancakes, a eight egg omelet covered with cheese, a half a pound of bacon, just the way I like it, a bottle of syrup, hash browns, banana’s and a huge pitcher of orange juice.