You grab whatever is in front of you and eat, pushing the food into your mouth and barely chew before swallowing. Normally you'd likely **** on that much food but you now are such an eating powerhouse that you can swallow just about anything at all. Your dad is the same as he plows through mouthfuls of food after heaping up whatever he can reach and drops it on his chest before pushing it in with his big, bloated hands. A moan escapes your plump lips as you watch him eat, mouth open wide to take in as much as possible before swallowing with a loud gulp. Once again you can't help it and spurt out another load into your fupa and down your giant silo thighs.
"Fuck," you gasp out as you cum.
Dad looks at you and chuckles, "Another one, eh? Hard to hold back these days ain't it? Not that I mind. I wake up drenched, I cum all day from doing just about anything, and I swear I haven't been flaccid in years. Getting fat has made my libido insatiable."
"You too?" you ask him while he takes a moment to stuff more into his mouth.
Your dad belches deeply, his fat cheeks wobbling from the sheer power behind it. Though he keeps talking as if nothing happened, "Of course! Hell, I would swear I was going through a second puberty with all this gaining." He grabs a side roll and shakes it, making his hairy, sweaty fat smack against you. You moan again at the feeling of it as your dad grins with his bloated cheeks dimpling deeply.
"Second puberty..." you say to yourself. Though before you can get anything more out, the servants that had mysteriously appeared in your house wheel out more food and pull big metal cloches off of serving dishes full of fresh buffet foods.
It was a side effect of your wish no doubt. You, your dad, and your brother were mobile, sure, but there was no way three hedonists like you would be able to properly care for yourselves. This way you could do whatever you wanted to and continue to get fat! Plus, the servants were all well sculpted and muscled wearing aprons and briefs which meant you had more eye candy to look at all day. You feel a small swirl in your head as a memory forms telling you that they dress this way to avoid the mess of all the food and sweat and because your dad wanted to see them like this at all times.
"Good thing I gave up clothes, too. I'd be soakin' through a pair of underwear by the hour," your dad says before he starts licking his fat fingers of barbecue sauce while casually letting rip a gigantic fart from his huge, wobbling rear end. Normally you'd complain about your dad being so openly disgusting but now you can't help but moan. Sure it does smell like ass but it also has a tinge of that sauce to it... almost like whatever he was eating was mingling with his gas now.
You know you want to make another wish now. You have to. Just like you're addicted to fat, you're now also addicted to changing your life.
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