All American Male

The Johnson’s are your picture perfect family. The patriarch, William Johnson, is a successful lawyer who met his wife, Violet Johnson, in law school. She was pregnant with their first son, Jake, before she graduated. It didn’t take long for Violet to settle into life as a housewife and it didn’t take long for William to become incredibly wealthy. Three years after Jake was born, Emily Johnson came into the world, and one year after that they adopted a golden retriever named Steeler (after their Dad’s favorite sports team). 

The foursome live in a small town in the North East United States, populated by doctors and lawyers and business executives. Their house is a classic colonial style home painted white with a verdant green lawn and white picket fence. The Johnson’s are the perfect family in a neighborhood of perfect families, all of whom compete to be the most perfect. 

For this reason, William and Emily Johnson were incredibly proud when their son accepted a football scholarship with a division 1 team. Jake was the star quarterback throughout high school, the envy of all the boys, and the object of desire for all the girls. He had dashing good looks: piercing blue eyes, short cropped auburn hair, and a square jaw with more scruff than the majority of his peers. Jake even had a few tattoos on his bulging biceps, something his parents disapproved of but that upped his status in high school.

Therefore, it wasn’t surprising when Jake was awarded the scholarship, because Jake always seemed to get what he wanted. Besides, if Jake didn’t get what he wanted, his parents could buy it for him. He was sent away to college in the fall with a plush bank account and high expectations. Perhaps, too high of expectations. 

Come early July and the Johnson family are waiting at the airport for their prodigal son to return. The family’s annual Fourth of July party is in just a few days, and Jake is returning in the knick of time so that his parents can show him off and brag to all their neighbors. However, the memory of winter break still looms in the back of everyone’s mind. At that point in time, Jake didn’t seem to be doing as well as everyone hoped. He had arrived home looking like a chubby version of his former self. Jake had put on the freshman fifteen plus some, and the majority of it had gone straight to his gut. 

His parents didn’t like what they saw, encouraging him to go to the gym and to eat healthier. It also didn’t help that his grades were not superb. William and Violet suspected his new girlfriend to be a distraction. Needless to say, Jake received more than one stern conversation about making the most of his college experience and getting back in shape before he lost all sense of control. Even with the pressure from his family, Jake continued to pig out over the break and with no football practice he left home looking even bigger than when he arrived. 

Standing next to her husband at the airport, Violet Johnson scrolled through her son's instagram page trying to detect if he looked chubbier in any of the pictures. She knew she would see him in only a few minutes, but the anticipation was too much to bear. With no luck, she turned off her phone and looked up. A sizable silhouette plodded toward them in the distance. 

“Is that?” Mr. Johnson said. 

“It can’t be,” his wife responded. 

“I think… it is,” Emily finished. 

Sure enough, it was Jake Johnson in the flesh. And, sure enough, Jake was considerably heftier than when they last saw him. As Jake came into view so did the family’s collective realization that not only had Jake not shed the excess weight, but he had grown significantly fatter. 

The Adidas track pants that once hung loose around Jake’s legs were now skin tight and did little to conceal the extent to which he jiggled with every step. A black T-shirt clung to his belly that protruded out several inches before him, the hem of which was dangerously close to revealing his girth in the flesh. Even Jake’s famed jawline had softened. If what he had gained by Christmas was the freshman fifteen, there was no doubt that Jake was now sporting the freshman fifty. Each family member hugged their fleshy brother and then headed for the car. 

“Son, you’re looking heftier,” William said. “You bulking up for the game?”

“I guess you could say that,” Jake replied. 

An awkward silence hung in the air but no one pressed any further. When Jake climbed into the backseat his little sister couldn’t help but marvel at how his belly pushed forward into his lap. With each bump of the car it would bounce and Emily wondered how much a person had to eat to get so fat so fast. 

That evening everyone was aware of the speed with which Jake consumed his dinner. It was obvious he was still hungry for more, but he must have been too embarrassed to ask. Besides, both his parents were fully prepared to launch into a lecture about his health should he ask. Little did they know, but Jake had brought some sugary treats along in his suitcase and after dinner topped off his gut once he was alone in his bedroom. 

The next several days went similarly before the Johnson family barbecue. Jake would only eat what he was served, but continued to sneak food whenever possible. His mother had begun baking all sorts of delectable treats in anticipation of their Fourth of July celebration and Jake managed to steal a bite here and there. His parents were so overwhelmed with the planning of the shindig that they didn’t notice his sneaky fingers. 

The barbecue was an annual affair in which the whole neighborhood was invited and usually attended. It was a time to reconnect with families who’d grown apart and boast of their accomplishments. Of course, there was plenty of celebrating as well, with a variety of different alcohol and foods to serve everyone’s taste. By the time the town fireworks went off, the crowd was usually drunk and rambunctious. 

It was unusually warm the morning of the Fourth, and the Johnson house was a flurry. William was setting up tables and chairs, while Violet prepped the food, and Emily composed flower arrangements. Jake, meanwhile, was in his room completely nude and chomping on a plate of cookies he had squirreled away. He brushed the last of the cookie crumbs off his chest and reached down for his cock.

Lately, he had to reach around his belly to get a solid grip on his erection. His body wobbled atop his bed as he began to jerk off, his bed shaking as his pace increased. After he came he reached down to wipe up his come, but couldn’t find it. He reached around his lower belly and fat pad but was completely dry. Frustrated, Jake hoisted himself out of bed and looked in the mirror at his doughy body. Apparently he shot his load all the way to the crest of his belly, just inside the crease between his softened pecs and rounded gut. Things were increasingly getting lost in new crevices these days. 

Jake took a shower and squeezed into the only pair of jeans that fit, donning a snug tank top on his upper half. When he emerged from his room, his mother simply paused and stared at his upper body for several moments before seeking out her husband. 

“Have you seen what he’s wearing?” she whispered to William. “This tank top that is entirely too small for him. Not only does it cling to that swollen gut but it exposes the extra fat roll in his armpits and under his chest! We can’t allow him to wear that. It’s like he’s flaunting his own obesity!”

“Honey, he is an adult now, there’s only so much we can do. We can’t be dictating what he wears, and besides- I hate to say this but it’s very possible he doesn’t have clothes that fit better than that.”

“My god, I had not even thought of that. But what will we tell the neighbors?”

“We’ll tell them he’s bulking up right now and will cut the fat at the start of fall semester.”

“We both know that is not true.” 

William Johnson shrugged and continued setting up the party. Several hours later and the picnic tables were arranged, balloons were strung, meat was grilling, and the first guests began to arrive. Jake sat in the living room playing video games and drinking beer, uninterested in joining the festivities despite the enticing smell of the grill. 

His family didn’t bother to beckon him, but over time his stomach began to growl and he was forced outside for nourishment. Before heading out, he shotgunned a beer from the fridge. He needed something to distract from the pomp and circumstance. Emerging from the house he headed straight to the grill and food station, composing a delicious and dripping burger for himself. From behind, he heard the unmistakably deep voice of his childhood friend, Teddy, saying “hello.”

Jake turned around and was confused by what he saw. Teddy had been the fat kid for as long as Jake could remember. The other kids used to tease Teddy mercilessly about how he couldn’t keep up in sports or how he was always outgrowing his clothes. But now the tables had turned. Teddy was undeniably slender and had to have lost about 100 pounds. Now, standing side by side, Jake was the fat one. 

“Looks like we sure traded places, huh?” Teddy said. “Who’d have thought that Jake Johnson would be fatter than me someday!”

“Shut up, Teddy,” Jake responded and grabbed a beer from a nearby ice bucket. “I’m bulking for football. That’s all.”

“Looks like quite the dirty bulk,” Teddy poked the heaping gut straining Jake’s shirt. 

“That’s how men do it,” Jake responded and walked away. 

He sat at a table in the far corner of the yard and devoured his burger. He was still hungry but didn’t want to go back towards the crowded grill. He finished his beer and wagered that he’d polish off one more cold one and wait for the crowd to thin before he got seconds. Unfortunately, the crowd did not thin and Jake made his way over. 

This time around, he became the star of the show. Several of the parents who had known Jake since he was a toddler were astonished by his weight gain. They made comments about how big he’d grown or that he was looking manlier. A surprising amount of people even felt entitled to feel his belly up, slapping, grabbing, and prodding at it. Growing annoyed by the treatment, Jake built his burger and loaded up a plate with pie at high speed. He headed to the front yard where he hoped no one would be. To his dismay, a group of the neighborhood's portly dads sat in a circle of lawn chairs smoking cigars. They invited him to join.

“You’re looking like one of the guys these days, Jake,” Mr. Brown said. 

“That means fat,” Dr. Gregory interjected. 

“I gathered as much,” Jake replied.

“And not slowing down by the looks of it,” said Mr. Westerly. “Good for you. These kids nowadays are bean poles in their skinny jeans and long hair. A man should sport a gut, it’s a sign of adulthood.”

“Thanks, Mr. Westerly,” Jake replied in between bites of his burger. 

From there the conversation moved on to sports or whose wife was the most shrill and why. Jake participated casually while inhaling his food and nursing beer after beer. Eventually an hour passed and the men were surrounded by empty cans and paper plates. They nominated Jake to head to collect more beer and food to bring out front and as a reward he would be given a cigar. Jake obliged their request. 

As the sun began to set Jake’s belly continued to swell larger, stretching his tank top to its capacity. He was becoming increasingly drunk and covered in food and beer stains. His stomach felt tight and bloated but he didn’t bother slowing down. All the food and alcohol was a soothing distraction from his prior disappointing year at university and his parents’ concern. The more he packed away the better he felt. 

As night fell upon the party and everyone readied for the fireworks show, Jake’s mother set out looking for him. When she found him bloated beyond belief hanging out with the town fatties she had to contain her anger. Sternly, she asked him to join the rest of the party out back but Jake balked at the suggestion and was backed up by Mr. Westerly. His mother’s face turned as she grabbed the beer from Jake’s hand and scolded Mr. Westerly for interfering in her parenting. 

“Hey, let the kid be,” Mr. Westerly retorted, “what’s the problem? He’s having a good time.”

“Yeah, I’m having a great time,” Jake said and belched loudly causing the men to chuckle and his mom’s eyes to gloss over with rage. 

“The problem is that I do not want my son ending up like one of you fat oafs who sit around on your ass all day and yell at your wives.” She then turned to Jake, “this weight gain is startling, Jacob, and I am concerned for your well being. And now I find you getting drunk and gluttonous with this… company!”

“Okay, I’m kinda fat, so what!” Jake slurred. 

The first of the fireworks, the small white ones, began erupting in the sky but no one paid any attention. 

“So what?! So what about diabetes and heart disease? So what about finding a good wife? So what about this family’s reputation?”

“Fuck football, fuck all that nonsense,” Jake replied. 

The fireworks continued to pick up. Red, white and blue designs erupted phantasmagorically in the sky. 

“You love football. What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Jake belched once more. “I mean, I fucking quit the team last year. Fuck!”

This admission left everyone shocked and silent as the fireworks boomed. 

“What do you mean you quit?”

“Uh it was too hard and I fuckin’ dipped.”

Furious, Violet grabbed her son's arm and authoritatively led him to his room where she directed him to spend the rest of the evening. She then composed herself and headed back into the fray as though nothing had happened. When people asked where Jake was, she simply said that he went to bed early. 

The rest of the party went exactly as the Johnson family had planned. Everyone smiled, took photos smiling, and told the hosts they had a great time. The adults were tipsy and frisky and the kids were worn out from festivities. The Johnson’s secured their position as the town’s most admirable family, despite the gossip surrounding their recently fattened son. 

Around 3AM Emily stirred from her sleep and headed to the bathroom to relieve herself. As she returned to her room she heard a low vibrating sound. Following the noise, she discovered Jake slumped over on the floor of the kitchen, his pants unbuttoned and his shirt riding up. His exposed belly looked impossibly swollen and empty containers of leftovers surrounded him. 

Emily woke her hungover brother who grumbled something unknown and struggled to his feet. As he bent over to stand up the seat of his pants ripped open. Feeling constricted and uncomfortable, he stripped down to his white briefs and stomped to his room, his ass and belly bouncing all the way. Emily noticed that her brother’s ass was dimpled and fleshy unlike she’d ever seen and his love handles had bright red stripes on them. 

Jake paused and belched, then turned back around toward the kitchn. Emily could hear the beer and food slosh and churn with each of Jake’s steps as he approached. His belly even caused him to walk differently, she noticed, with his shoulders back and hips forward. Jake stopped at the counter and grabbed a bowl of cold spaghetti with no fork. He then waddled to his room so authoritatively that his fat rolls bounced jubilantly, leaving his mess of containers and food scraps behind.