Your stomach growls and you admit to yourself you're too hungry to wait. You pull the bottle of powder from under your moob and dip your finger in it until it's very lightly dusted. You stick it in your mouth and then say, "You know, dad, you're so huge... and fat..." and then you mumble, "and sexy..." but then at regular volume you tell him, "I wish you were my dedicated feeder so I could get as big, if not bigger, than you."
Your eyes lose focus for a second, but when you can see his face again he's smiling proudly. "Haha, there's my boy! Your hunger for size just cannot be sated, huh? It was a shame your brother inherited all my lardass genes, but you're more devoted to becoming huge than he is! Come here!"
You scoot across the couch closer to your father, who's busy slowly lifting his moob up. Eventually, his nipple appears from underneath his fat rolls, and your cock throbs and drips some more pre. It alone is much, much larger than your head. He lightly gropes it, letting out a soft moan, before telling you to push your face right into it.
You obey, of course, and then you feel his fat hand push you even further in. Your entire head gets engulfed by his flesh, and then it happens. Suddenly, a high power jet of warm man milk sprays from his nipple and into your mouth. You try to pull away in shock, but your father is much stronger than you imagined, as he keeps you held tightly in place. Gallons of milk spray around your head, all over your body, and covering the couch and living room floor, before you even have the chance to open your mouth and start drinking.
And once you start, you cannot stop. The pressure of the spray forces your throat open, giving the milk no resistance as it blasts into your stomach. Already you can fee some discomfort as your stomach is instantly stretched to maximum capacity, but then it doesn't stop. By the second, you can feel your body swelling up like a huge milk filled balloon. In mere moments it feels as if you've already become a thousand pounds heavier just from your father's milk. Whatever mobility you had left swiftly disappears as you're stretched taut from the sudden feeding session.
As swiftly as it started, your father grips your hair and yanks you out from his moob. You uncontrollably jiggle, and your face turns read once you realize your belly is so overfilled it spills across the floor, thoroughly burying your legs and fatpad. You cough and foam pours from your mouth and onto your chest, which looks pathetically tiny compared to the bloated sack that is your belly.
"I hope you enjoyed that, son," your father says. "I got another nipple for you once you've finished metabolizing that. Because I want a fat as fuck son, and I will make sure you are a lardpile I can be proud of!"
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