The world celebrates your dad making history

The big day was finally here. The past few days your father's weight inched closer and closer. Today was finally going to be the day he broke a thousand-year-old record finally. Your family was propositioned by hundreds of food companies to sponsor the big day, and he was in talks with them all week. He managed to convince 30 of them to sponsor the big day together!

Your father was gifted everything he wanted. You were being escorted around the city like a parade float as tens of thousands of morbidly obese men, and the women, converged on the city all to celebrate seeing such a mountain of man. Your dad let you and your brother sit with him and you were so excited to see so much fat all in one city. Everyone was cheering as your father waved to them like a king. You beamed with pride to see how everyone cheered him on, but also because you and your brother had supporters too. People had signs to cheer you on in the hopes that someday you and your brother will get as big as him and make him look small.

You hoped the same for everyone else of course. Seeing so many men weighing thousands of pounds of fat and either naked or just about naked was so sexy. Not only were they so fat, but they were all packing as their massive cocks throbbed between their legs and everyone around the city couldn't stop cumming upon seeing and smelling your father's musk. You all were getting splattered by cum shots whether the men intended to hit you or not. Some actively jerked off to cum on you three and your father and brother didn't care one but, you didn't either and in fact, tried to jerk off back at them.

Your father's cannon cock paved the way as the vehicle you were being paraded on had to drive through the thousands of gallons of muck he was making. It took the entire morning to drive around the entire city, but finally, it was reaching its end as you could see the sumo arena in the distance.

There was no more football in this world anymore, in fact, you got laughed at one time for asking about it and everyone had no idea what you were talking about. In a world where the men only cared about getting fatter, there was only one sport they cared about, sumo, and competitive eating of course but that wasn't as intensive as the men of the ring. The old football stadium was completely different and in fact, it was almost three times as big as it was before to accommodate its obese clientele.

Today, it was going to be the site of your father's monolithic achievement. The arena was refitted to have a giant scale where the ring would be, and you know the food companies were inside all getting ready to feed your father.

You finally pulled up and stomped off the parade float with your dad and brother. You followed in your father's footsteps before he was pulled aside to be interviewed. There are hundreds of fatass male reporters all dying to ask your father questions in dozens of different languages. You could see the many vans from worldwide news reporters capturing every detail of this momentous day. You felt bad for the women who were trying to get through, but they couldn't get past the thousands of pounds of fat.

You really were just in awe every day at the realization of what you've made of the world. Here are dozens of reporters from every corner of the world, Europe, Asia, Australia, South America, and Africa, and all of the guys weigh no less than 3000 pounds and weigh anywhere up to 20,000 pounds! It was truly remarkable. and yet they were all ants compared to the monster of fat your father was. You know you wished for every man to weigh no less than a thousand pounds and to care for nothing else but to get fatter and bigger, but to really see it day in and day out filled you with pride. The world cares so much about fat that thousands, probably tens of thousands of men traveled thousands of miles across the world, just to see one guy get fatter. And the entire world is about to celebrate it from their homes where they'll eat and get fatter themselves. Your admiration was broken by someone calling your name.

"IYNH?" An obese reporter asked as he noticed you and your brother standing aside from your father's interview. He must have realized he was too late to get any questions in and instead, he was approaching you two. You both massively outweighed the guy even tho he looked to be in his 40's or 50's.

"That's me!" You said as he came up. His mass wobbled as he held out a microphone toward you and another massively obese guy about the same size as him, but younger, held a camera to record you and your brother.

"How are you feeling today? This must be an exciting occasion for the family," he asked holding the mic out to you.

"It is! I'm so proud of my dad, and I'm just so excited to see him finally do this. He's talked about reaching this goal my entire life!"

"You two look like you're upholding the family name as well!" the reporter said sizing the two of you up. "I understand you've already broken a record yourself! One your father didn't even break!"

"I did! The youngest man to get a bachelor's ever! I'm super proud of myself and the celebration at the school's campus really made me excited to get even fatter."

"At 18 you're already over 4000 pounds, that's more than 3 times what the usual young man weighs, do you think you're going to give your father and brother a run for their money?"

"Absolutely!" You cheer as you push your fat up against your brother. "My brother's about to break a record himself! Soon after him, I'm gonna take it! Then I'm gonna beat him at passing our father's record today! You're looking at the fattest man of the family! They're gonna be talking about my dad and brother for hundreds of years, but I'm the one that's gonna set a new thousand-year record!"

"We can't wait to watch your gaining! Eat well and grow fat, boys!" the reporter says before he waddles away noticing he has a chance to talk to your father. It's not long before the interview is finally over and the crew then just follows your father and the two of you as you're corralled into the arena. Like a football team coming out to the field your father stomps out and the thousands of people in the arena cheer for him. It's deafening how loud it is, and how sexy it is. You gaze out to bleachers filled with probably millions of pounds of fat and watch as cum spews from every single guy.

Your dad stomps onto the weigh station and the cheers continue as he hypes up the crowd. There are hundreds of cameras pointed at him from every angle and you can see dozens of reporters talking to their cameras to report every second of this. What you really focus on are the dozens of vats filling up the remaining space of the arena. The silos are full of food and shakes that your father is about to start eating as the dozens of workers get the tubes ready.

"Welcome everyone to this truly momentous day!" a voice comes over the arena speakers. "Today we will witness history in the making as the thousand-year record of the fattest man in history will finally be broken!" The entire arena cheers. "We are mere moments away from starting, but to begin let us give the man of the hour a moment to settle in."

You watch your dad sit on the scale, and the entire arena shakes to the excitement of everyone. Dozens of people start making him comfortable as well as getting their hoses up to his mouth. You can see he has 5 of them shoved in that he's eager to be fed from. A dozen people are on cock duty as they rub up against and pleasure his cock and keeping his unending supply of cum freshly spewing.

"Boys, if you would follow me," a guy says as he stomps up to you. You and your brother were confused before he gestured to a smaller weigh station you hadn't noticed. "You really didn't think your father wouldn't include you two in this, did you?" You and your brother stampeded to the stations and sat down as people brought you both multiple hoses. With everything secured, a few guys to keep you two company, and also being flooded over by your father's cum as you sat straight ahead of his blast radius, the voice came from the speaker once more.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time you've all been waiting for!" The scales turned on and the numbers began soaring higher as you were all weighed. Yours stopped at 4107 pounds, your brothers stopped at 8716 pounds, and you all watched as your fathers kept going, and going, and going. The arena rumbled like a drum as the men stomped their feet and slapped their fat as the number kept going. The rumbling and slaps grew quicker and faster and louder before the arena erupted in deafening cheers as the number stopped. 98843. Only 19 pounds away from making history.

"19 pounds and counting ladies and gentlemen! Only 19 pounds and this man will become the fattest in history!" The entire arena erupts in excitement. "What're we waiting for? Let's fatten him up!"

The dozens of people around working turn on the vats and you all watch as superpowered pumps blast the shakes through the tubes. Within seconds you and your brother are chugging more shake than you ever had in your life. You and your brother watch the 5 tubes your father are chugging from inflate immensely nearly to the point of bursting as they pumped your father with hundreds of gallons a second.

The entire arena cheered watching the number already begin to slowly creep up as your father was chugging thousands of gallons of the most powerful gainer shake known to man. You and your brother were pleasured and you chugged watching the number rise. Within 5 minutes, your father was 10 pounds away from history. The announcer and the entire arena counted down.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

"And he's done it!" The announcer shouted as the entire arena, and you swear the entire city erupted into an ear-shattering cheer. "98,862 pounds! We have a new fattest man in history! But we're not done there! All weekend long, we'll be feeding him until he reaches 100,000 pounds!"

You and your brother moaned your own cheers of pride and excitement at your father's momentous achievement. His cock was a cannon firing off on all cylinders all over the two of you as you bathed in his cum and had front-row seats to his growing flab.

The rest of the day was a celebration of feasting and fucking the crowd as you watched the thousands of men feasting on food that was being delivered to them and they all fucked and masturbated with each other. You and your brother got to lay back and enjoy the show with your father as the three of you continued to chug.

Your weights steadily rose as the hours went by.

The pride you felt was indescribable. You ate and admired your fat and your father's as the weekend rolled by. Fatter, and fatter, and fatter. It was all you thought about, all you wanted.

"I wish we could feast like that all the time," your brother moaned as you two sat and moaned in pleasure. The weekend celebration was over and your father had done it. You looked up at the mammothian man as he orgasmed and admired his flab. The people had all gone home except the crews putting away all their equipment.

The scales were still on and you looked proudly at your weights.

You were 4352 pounds. Your brother was 9167 pounds, Your father was a record-shattering 100,242 pounds.

And it was only fatter from here.