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Dad returned from the party full of booze and countless chicken satay skewers. I could smell it from him belching loudly in my face as I helped him undress, but there was hardly anything for me to do. Half his shirt buttons were popped, leaving his bloated belly out bare. His belt was unbuckled and zipper all the way down, to make room for him pigging out. I wonder what stories he'll have for me tomorrow.

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Dad gently nudged me out of my sleep at 2am, as he slid the blanket off his enormous, well-carpeted body. Laying in bed, he seemed almost like a well fed roman governor. He was plump, soft and white, all his excess looking more comfortable than the pillows.

I knew he wouldn't be satisfied with his new 'diet' meal effort- merely 3 bags of McDonalds. How could a man built to feast every night in the comfort of his riches survive off 5 simple upsized quarter pounder meals?

"Son, sorry to wake you up, but I'm famished. Help me out?"

I guided him to the fridge, readily prepared with 3 tubs of melted ice cream, a few bags of chips, and a large cheeseburger the size of a pie. I knew he'd say he's "so hungry he could eat a cow", so there it was! Feast he did, barely breathing between large mouthfuls of food, slovenly dropped on his expansive chest and belly. I was ready with a spoon to lift all of it back to his mouth, and he gratefully relished all of it.

After I wiped him down, he waddled back to bed, now with the right thump in his step, struggling to not graze the passage walls with his overflowing love handles. The sound of the bedframe creaking, as it normally does, was welcome and assuring. He fell right back asleep, moaning and rubbing his belly satisfactorily- matting his fur as the metabolic activity beneath his hand warmed the bed like an expensive furnace.

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I love my husband for his bearish qualities. He's always been very hairy, and wide set with an enormous appetite. Somehow though, since our surrogate's pregnancy, he's been putting on a little sympathy weight. He often lifts his newfound gut and says he "doesn't know why".

Initially, we wanted to make it feel more like an organic pregnancy, but he was going nuts and complaining about the months flying by with unsatisified needs. Soooo much stress eating.

I figured, fuck it. Also, it'd serve me better to make sure he's constantly full, so he doesn't eat whatever I want for myself. My shit is expensive! And besides, it's fun.

As a result, sure, he's chubbier, maybe hairier, but definitely happier. I ended up relenting to his advances, but, wow! When he pins me under his weight and holds me with his big, barrel thick arms, I start wondering when I'll start showing! I wonder how much he'll grow by the time the baby arrives in another 4 months?

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At departure, Dad was weighing a calm 110 kilos, and since his bag, full to the brim with snacks and food, was just under 7kg, they let him carry it. By arrival, the bag was empty, and Dad's t-shirt stretched out even more than usual. He waddled out of the aircraft, panting.

"Oooofffff... That was a great flight. Hey, next time, leave some space in your bag for my snacks, okay? I get hungry when I'm bored."

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Dad has me making 'bulk' shakes every morning and evening now. Says they're delicious, and get the job done quick. He's always had it tough trying to tank up from 90kg at 6'2", so my recipe was an instant hit! Half a litre of melted ice cream, a banana, and 100 grams of protein powder. Within 2 months, sure, he's got a belly protruding a bit, but he's gained 30 kilos! Of course, it's the shake among many other things, but would you look at those beefy arms and shoulders? He's not complaining!

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"Eyyyy, I know everyone lets it all hang out at this kind of place, but that doesn't mean you start checking out yer old uncle. I know your dad's got plump, so his huge gut hides his bits, but.. what?

Is that it? You wanna compare? Heh. I might be a fat old man, but I'm still covering it with two hands for a reason. You sure? If you lose, you're making me that pie your Dad won't shut up about. I want to see how you got him that big. Deal?"

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Dad sat with his toes in the water. His thick, muscular arms were crossed and rested on his protruding pot belly. Despite his biceps being the size of melons, his deepening belly button left his paper-thin tank top stretching over the indent, towards his plump love handles. He called out to me with a satisfied grin.

"Get in the water! Your uncle will race you to the pool bar. Me? Nah. I'm a beached whale. Already drank them out of a keg. Hey, try the fries, eh? Beat my record. 8 plates. Loser pays the tab!"

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"Hey, son, thought you could help me wash my back. Can you tell I've been working out? I can't reach it that well anymore. Probably wouldn't hurt to eat a little more or crack open a cold one as a reward, right? What?! My gut's growing wide faster than my back? I heard that! Don't make me teach you a lesson!"

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The new liquor store in the neighbourhood is selling beer at 2 for 1. It's been a bad influence on uncle..

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"Shit, those two laps at the pool got me so hungry, I could eat a horse. Look at me. Even this robe's gotten a little loose, eh?"

Dad laughed, airing everything out after the bare minimum of exercise that could justify his indulgent vacation so far, with more feasts planned ahead.

"Hello, room service? Yeah, I'd like two steaks with extra fries, one pepperoni pizza, one chicken pizza, and.. let's do a chcolate milkshake. There's mangoes in season? Right, of course. Add two mango milkshakes in. Yes, 2. Also, we're out of beer. Could you send someone to clear the mini fridge and fill it with a 12-pack? Corona. Thanks!"

..Luckily, I already ate out. Dad insisted on ordering on my behalf, but over the course of the evening, he feasted on the entire order. It took 2 trolleys to bring up, by the way.

Needless to say, he passed out belly-up, distended and exposed. It grew with every breath, still intensely warm despite the cold room temp. I had to rub it to make sure the food went down fine.

I was worried for no reason though, because the next day, he proceeded to demolish the breakfast buffet.

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"This fit fine last year.. I can't have put on that much weight in such little time, right?"

His breath was short from the buttons getting tight around his expanding chest. One deep inhale, and that last one could be lethal as a bullet. It took Dad some serious effort to fit all his lumps and bumps into his attire. Black may be slimming for most, but for him, it's having a shapely, curve-hugging effect. Well, he might be in disbelief about those 50 pounds, but no one else quite is!

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Dad's a real jet-setter. You can probably tell from the amount of free peanut packets and complimentary beer it would take to give him that round pot belly. If he's not careful, he's gonna have to start booking 2 seats for himself..

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Dad swears the snack drawer getting empty everyday is because of some seriously organised raccoons. Bags of chips, donuts, jerky, 2 whole bottles of coke.. The camera, however, suggests a larger, chunkier, bear-like criminal is involved.

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"Since you're so worried I'll stain all my clothes, I decided I'm going to start eating naked. Not much choice since none of them really cover me anyway, right? Well? Where's my second dinner?"

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Shawarmas and beer on the daily.. well, hourly, have been giving dad a serious overhang.

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Crazy that it used to fit.

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Found this old shirt today. Jesus, what have I done?!