Your New Life

"I'm gonna get so fat I'll bury you under one ass cheek!" you shout at him excitedly. Your dad laughs as a buffet begins to be brought out from your kitchen.

"I can't wait!" he says before the two of you begin stuffing your faces.

The dining room of the house is gone and replaced by just more living room. You can see why since there would be no need for an actual dining room given how you all eat now. The buffet brought out to you and your dad is set up on carts that can hold entire family sized meals served in chafing dishes by the staff your dad's clearly hired to have run the house for you. It seems that being a world record holder is paying off since you haven't noticed any sign of financial struggle and you now have literal house staff on hand. They're all fit men in their 20s and seem to be built enough to be able to help you, your dad, and your brother should you need it. Even with your wish to be mobile and healthy it wasn't exactly practical for you to wash yourself if you got in the shower. You'd never be able to reach!

Your dad licks his fat fingers of some sauce from whatever dish he just devoured and piggishly opens his mouth wide to unleash a huge belch of satisfaction. You can't help but smile as your cock throbs deep in your fupa from hearing such a hedonistic display. Not to be outdone, you belch your own hearty cry and smile as your dad reaches his other hand out to smack your hairy belly proudly.

"Atta boy! Better out than in!" he says as he gives your belly a slow, sensual rub.

Another moan escapes you and your cock throbs hard while you cum again, soaking the tunnel in your fatpad and making you pant a bit. Normally you'd feel embarrassed for something like this but your dad just chuckles and leans over his fat hip and yours to plant a kiss on your bearded cheek. You blush and groan at that as well since you're now seemingly on a hair trigger of pleasure.

"That's my boy! Just as virile as his old man," your dad chuckles. "Ain't no sense in holding back. I tell your brother that and how I cum all the damn time throughout the day but that boy just refuses to cut loose."

You smile to him and chuckle, "He'll get there. He is part of the fattest family in the world so he'll give in eventually I'm sure."

Your dad nods, his chins wobbling, "I sure hope so. I can't imagine going back to being reserved and small. Once I got hit by my condition I decided that I was going for the record. If I was gonna be stuck getting fatter and fatter, I was gonna enjoy it."

This gives you pause for a moment and you look to your dad as he starts to stuff his face again. "Does that mean you want to keep getting even bigger?"

Your dad belches again and nods as he picks up another serving spoon to start in on some steaming mac and cheese. "Mmmph, yeah I am. I don't wanna stop. I just wanna keep growing, son. Bigger, fatter, heavier, hornier... I don't care, I just need more. I got a fire in my gut and it ain't goin' out. Even if you do get fatter than me and crush me under one of your beautiful ass cheeks, I'm gonna keep eating. I need... to get... FATTER," he says, pausing as he puts the spoon in his mouth. His huge body wobbles and you smile, knowing that he just came himself. He closes his eyes and grunts in satisfaction before I slurps the cheesy pasta off the spoon.

"Good. Cuz for as much as I wanna outgrow you, I wanna watch you get even fatter, dad. I got the hottest dad in the world and I can't imagine you slowing down. What if..." you pause, thinking. "What if your condition gets worse... er... better?... I mean, like, what if it accelerated? Or what happens if it accelerates in all of us? Or affects us some other way?"

He laughs and slaps the side of his sweaty, hairy gut which causes it to wobble like jello. "Son, it's a condition not some kinda magical spell! But if it did accelerate or do somethin' else I guess I'd probably embrace it. I just wanna GROW, son."

You think again and start to fumble to get up to get the powder. You should make a wish... but what?