Fattened in France: Chapter 2

As Zach stood up to de-board the airplane he felt a flurry of anxiety stir in the base of his gut and climb into his chest. He hadn’t seen his family in two years, back then he was the twinkiest of twinks. They were about to meet a whole new Zach and he feared their reactions. To compensate, he bought some new clothes in France for his week back home in Orange County. He was wearing some of them now. Loose grey joggers concealed his meaty thighs, although nothing could keep his fattened ass from protruding. To conceal his rump he wore a slightly oversized tee with a long cut in jet black. Almost all his new clothes were black in an effort to obscure the extra poundage.

Zach sauntered off the plane and as he walked through the airport to passenger pickup he began to panic. It was inevitable his health nut parents would not be pleased. He stopped in the bathroom and grabbed a stall. Lifting his tee he looked down at the paunch bulging out beneath his puffy chest. Why did he let Victor do this to him? He rummaged through his suitcase and found an oversized hoodie that he pulled over his head. It was nearly eighty degrees in O.C. but he had to do something.

When he made it to passenger pickup his mom and younger brother, Jacob, lept out of the car. His mom embraced him in a tight hug and as she let go, her hands slipped to his love handles. She squeezed them and looked down at his gut.

“What’s all this? Are you pregnant?”

Zach’s face grew red hot as he mumbled, “I’ve gained some weight, okay.”

“Yeah you gained more than some weight,” she scoffed. “You gained uh, you got a whole… beer gut happening. How did that happen?”

“Can we just get in the car, mom? Hey, Jacob.”

Zach hugged his brother to discover he’d gone the opposite direction in his teen years. Jacob felt hard as a rock with broad shoulders stretching out a white tee from his smaller days.

“Damn you did get soft big brother. I thought the French were supposed to be skinny.”

“Can we go?” Zach pleaded.

They climbed into their mom’s Escalade with the two boys in the back seat. Zach was now intensely aware of how much more his stomach protruded when he sat down. He could feel the fat folding over the elastic waistband and watched with horror as his thighs spread out to fill the legs of his joggers. Zach was overcome with shame as his mom drove over a speed bump causing his body to jiggle from his thighs to his tits.

“Look at you bouncing all around now, damn I can’t believe it,” Jacob said as he stared fascinated at Zach’s belly. “You used to be so skinny.”

“What’s going on out there? Are you not eating well? Are you struggling, do you need money? We can buy you a gym membership,” his mom chimed in.

“I’m fine mom… it’s just, you know… grad school is stressful, you don’t get any free time. It happens to everyone. Like freshman fifteen or whatever.”

“That is not fifteen pounds young man, you’ve grown properly fat and I am genuinely concerned for your health.” An awkwards silence followed before his mom muttered, “your father will not be pleased.”

At this point Zach was ready to curl into a ball and cry. He was on cloud nine with Victor less than twenty four hours ago, relishing his plumpness and all the love that came along with it. Like the flip of a switch, he began to question all of it. Maybe he was unhealthy, maybe this had been a bad idea. He never even pushed back on Victor, he just accepted how good the food and sex and attention made him feel. Maybe he was being selfish.

“Your son has ballooned,” were the first words his mother said to his father when they entered the house.

Zach sheepishly walked over to his father, sucking in his gut as much was possible. He could feel all eyes on him and he wanted to disappear.

“Give me a hug, son.”

The two embraced and Zach’s father immediately began feeling him up. Squeezing the fat on his back, then his love handles, before taking a step back to look at his gut.

“Take that hoodie off- it’s too hot for that.”

Zach did as he was told. As he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, his stomach accidentally flopped out of his shirt with a wobble.

“Woah,” Jacob bellowed.

“Jesus, look at that thing,” his father said. “You must’ve gained what thirty pounds? Forty?”

“I don’t know,” Zach replied, too afraid to admit that his father was underestimating just how much he’d grown.

“You don’t know? You never thought to step on the scale once... Is something wrong? Are you depressed? Do you think it’s a pituitary thing? You’ve always been so thin, Zach…”

This line of questioning continued longer than Zach would have liked. He managed to deflect all of the questions without mentioning Victor once. He wasn’t sure if the mention of a sexual partner would alleviate their fears or create a scapegoat, so he stayed silent.

Zach spent the rest of the afternoon in his bedroom looking at some of the old clothes he left behind. His sport coat from undergraduate graduation refused to button. His pajama pants still fit, but were so snug from his bubble butt that you could see the outline of his cock- certainly not family appropriate. The most ridiculous of all was his old speedo. Not only did his ass fat spill out it in every direction, but his fat pad even struggled to stay concealed.

Dinner rolled around and Zach’s anxiety was maxing out. He took a seat at the dining table to discover he had a significantly smaller portion than the rest of his family. He expected this, but still felt humiliated. It must have shown on his face, for his mother offered consolation suggesting this was for his own good.

Zach intentionally ate very slowly, realizing he would go to bed with hunger pangs. Sure enough, his stomach was still burning with hunger when he returned to his room. Victor would never let this happen. All he could think about was how to get more food. He could sneak out in the middle of the night, but they’d immediately suspect him if any food had disappeared. Maybe his brother would lie for him. He was about to call it a night when he was struck with brilliance.

“Hey mom, Diana hit me up and we’re gonna grab a drink. Can I borrow the car?”

“Sure, just no beer. Do vodka soda or something, less calories,” she said while handing over the keys.

Zach drove straight to Del Taco, a greasy delicacy he yearned for while in France. He ordered two burritos, chili cheese fries, and a shake. Two years ago he would struggle to get down one whole burrito, but he needed to make the most of this meal. Even still, he was skeptical of his capacity for such a whopping meal.

The first bite of the burrito gave him actual goosebumps while his stomach rumbled for more. He chomped away at the food ravenously, taking extra care not to spill on his shirt or his mom’s car. Adrift in a gluttonous haze he lost track of time until his phone vibrated with a notification. At this moment he realized with shock that he’d somehow already consumed the burritos and half the fries. He didn’t even remember eating all of that. The most surprising factor of all was that he was still hungry.

Zach polished off the fries and rubbed his gut sheepishly, contemplating the fact that he was now a genuine food whore. If only his parents could see him now, he thought. Strangely, the embarrassment and anxiety that had plagued him all day had dissipated. Still hungry and no longer ashamed, he pulled the car back into the drive thru of Del Taco.