Lardfill story ideas Part 2

Another story outline from 2015

The profile on the gainer dating website read as followed:

"Hello.  I am completely new to this and I know that this is a unique situation, so let me explain what I'm doing here.   I am the father of a very obese son and I know he is homosexual and I am fine with this.    He is very shy and timid and doesn't use the internet and would be mortified if he knew I was doing this, but I am creating a dating profile for him in hopes of him finding someone who can provide for him in a way that I can't.    He is immobile at a weight over 700lbs and twenty years old.   He lives at home, but I am the only other person in the house and I'm fine having trusting and respectable guests in the house.   I am very protective of my son and do not what to see him harmed or toyed with.  I will interview local inquiries and then we'll discuss things more in detail.   Serious inquiries only."

The profile was mocked endlessly and showed no further activity, but in the hundreds of personal messages that were sent to the inbox, the father found one that stood out.   A handsome man named Grant who was approaching thirty years old with a gym-sculpted body and a love for the super obese.    The father sent messages back and forth with the young man for weeks, getting to know him well before meeting up in person at a coffee shop.    

Grant calmly walked into the shop and ordered a coffee while the father watched the entire time.   He looked even more handsome than the pictures displayed, with longer dark brown hair that was effortlessly groomed and made me look like he belonged in a magazine or clothing catalogue.   He was wearing a white dress shirt that was just tight enough that his mucular arms and chest pulled at the fabric a bit every once in a while, along with faded jeans that fit him perfectly.   He looked charming, and he was polite to the server at the counter.     

Grant walked up with a kind smile and outstretched his hand to the father of the obese son he wanted to know.     The man shook his hand and welcomed him to sit down with him.

"It's good to finally meet you, Grant.   You're looking well," the man said politely.

Grant thanked him and sat down, placing his coffee next to the two empty mugs that the man had already drank.   

"Sorry, I must be late," Grant said, noticing the empty mugs.

"No, no.   I like to people watch, and it gives me something to do outside of the house," the man said with a smile.   "Oh, where are my manners?  My name is Clint.   I apologize for not telling you until we met in person, but I just wanted to 'test the ice' before running out on it.  You understand?"

"Yes, of course!"  Grant assured.  "I'm just relieved you are real.  I wasn't expecting to meet anyone here, to be honest."  

"Here, I'll show you a picture," Clint replied, swiping at his tablet's screen.   He found what he was looking for and motioned for Grant to lean in closer to see the screen privately.   When Grant leaned in, he had to cover his mouth in shock because what he saw was the fattest person he had ever seen - ever, including the internet.

The series of photos displayed Clint sitting and standing next to his son, who's body was so flabby and enormous that it covered an entire queen sized mattress.   It was shockingly absurd that someone so young could get so obese.   He was certain that the boy's arms were too heavy for him to lift on his own.    His wrists each looked like the width of Clint's upper thigh, and his fingers were so chubby that they looked locked in place.    The son's face was so fat that his eyes looked like the fat on his face was squishing them shut, his mouth puckered by his bulging cheeks, and a double chin that hung so large and low that it nearly doubled the size of his head.    He was massively fat - disgusting fat, in fact.    Even Grant, who lusted over people almost too fat to walk, found this to be alarming and almost upsetting.

Grant couldn't help but wonder who Clint was immediately.   He couldn't imagine a father making his son so obese, because there is no way anyone could get that huge on their own.   A million questions sprung up in Grant's mind but they all were trapped in his throat as his eyes raced over the pictures, trying to soak them all into his permanent memory. 

"You're probably wondering how he got so big," Clint said seriously.  

Grant couldn't even form words, he just made a head movement that was half nodding and half shaking his head which made Clint smile a little.   Clint was well aware that his son was an oddity in any community and wasn't sure how anyone would take seeing such a young man at such a gigantic size, but Grant's look was more amazement than horror so he began to explain.

"When Mikey was a boy," Clint started,  "he was unbelievably bad.   He was stealing things and acting aggressively with everyone.   He was manipulative, and he targeted my wife a lot - rest her soul."

"I'm sorry," Grant said as a reflex.    He was listening with his eyes glued on the pictures that showed Clint feeding Mikey, wiping his swollen fat face clean, and giving him a sponge bath in bed. 

"Well, at twelve, he did something that caused his mother's accident, and it made me reconsider her ideas on how to tame him,"  Clint explained, his eyes noticeably watering up over the memories of his wife.  "A month before the accident, she discussed the option of fattening him up so he couldn't do the bad things that ruled his life.    She wanted to park him in front of videos games and lots of fast food and junk food so he'd gain weight, but I was against the idea until it became clear it was the last option before turning him over to the police to waste away in jail all his life.    He's my boy, I didn't want that, so I gave him one last try."

Grant was now looking at Clint with all attention.

"I made the den into a gamer paradise with three consoles, a giant TV, all the add-ons, and hundreds of games.   It was a big expense, but it worked.   He stayed on the couch and all I had to do was dump some fast food out on the table in front of him and he'd eat everything," Clint explained.   "He gained tremendous amounts of weight and stopped being so violent and angry.   I may have introduced him to pot, but it wasn't like I was forcing him.  It made him mellow and hungry, and after a few months, he quit high school and started living a life on the couch.   Now, he's too big to do anything.   He can barely even talk."

Grant stared in disbelief.   He couldn't even begin to understand what kind fo family life that this man had created.    He wanted to know how his son had a part in his mother's death, but was afraid to ask.