Request by PainterRulez1269, the ending is kinda crap
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Being a single dad is hard for Michael, but even more so when you're son is just like you, a huge appetite. Now with his son at 16, Michael weighed 260 pounds from stress eating. But, he didn't mind honestly, he liked his round belly and thick thighs, not to mention he wanted his son to be like him. Michael walked up behind the couch where his son, Mark, was currently sitting and he rested his chin on his head, "You wanna go out to eat bud?" He smiled. "Where?" Mark asked, he was always up for eating like his father, "The buffett down the road." Michael smirked and Mark stood up, "Let's go." Michael smiled and slung Mark over his shoulder, "Dad!" He exclaimed. "Just because you're 16 doesn't mean I can't do this." He laughed and put him down, getting in the car with him and driving to the buffett. Michael and Mark walked in and the teenage boy immediately went to the food after his father paid for the two of them, Michael chuckled and grabbed a plate too, filling it up and sitting down where his son was already stuffing his face. "That's not your only plate is it?" Michael laughed and Mark shook his head, mouth full of food and Michael giggled, stuffing himself too. Mark got up to get more food and Michael noticed his tummy was sticking out, making him smirk as he looked down at his lap, seeing his belly was sitting on his lap slightly. Michael was too focused on eating now to notice his son sit back down and eat more, a lot more. "Dad, how do you eat so much?" Mark asked as he leaned back and unbuttoned his jeans, giving his bloated belly more room, Michael gave Mark's stomach a pat and smirked, "Atta boy." He chuckled and continued eating, "You still haven't answered my question." Mark sighed. "I don't let myself get full." Michael explained and shoved a piece of pizza in his mouth, "So you keep stuffing yourself?" Mark asked and Michael nodded, he shrugged and did what his father did, not let himself get full. They both stuffed themselves silly and by the end, they had beach ball bellies and unbuttoned jeans, Michael stood up and helped Mark stand, "You okay?" He asked as he helped him sit in the car, a little worried that his son may have overdone it. "Yeah, I'm fine." He mumbled and Michael nodded, driving home and helping his son into the house, laying him down in his bed and then going to his own bedroom, laying down and rubbing his own belly. 3 weeks later Mark had pulled his father to the bathroom, "What do you want me too do?" Michael asked and Mark smirked as he stepped on the scale, "You need me to read it for you?" Michael asked and Mark nodded, he bent down and looked at the scale. "300 pounds, you're getting like you're old man." Michael smiled and patted his belly, then Mark got off so Michael stepped on the scale, Mark looked at the numbers for him, "400 pounds." He read and Michael stepped off, embracing Mark in a full body hug. "Ugh, what is this for?" Mark grunted, "What? A father can't hug his son." Michael laughed, "I love ya bud." Michael smiled. "Love ya too dad." He grinned.
