The Way it Should Be (Part 8)

It was a week full of bliss with Rory. I got new clothes, but they were starting to feel tight by today. It was time to weigh me.

I walked into the bathroom with Rory leading me on. Now that he told me about his will to get me fat, he has been in a great mood. He’s been cooking four course meals and I think I’ve had more goodies this week than the rest of my life combined and doubled. I don’t go five minutes without eating, but even I can tell my gains are slowing down. I think of this as a good thing, because I can eat as much as I want without being 600 pounds in two months.

Rory pulled the bathroom scale out of the closet and set it on the floor. He pressed his foot against it and then offered it to me. I waited for it to load and stepped up onto it. I looked down but, as I predicted, my belly was completely in the way. I sucked it in as far as I could, but even though I was completely empty I couldn’t see around it. I tried leaning forward—nothing.

“Yeah, um, Rory?”

“What is it, hon?”

I laughed. “I can’t see the scale. At all”

“That’s ok, I’ll get it,” he said, smiling. He was rock hard, I could tell through his boxers. He doesn’t wear much around the house, which is okay by me. I wasn’t wearing anything at all, trying to get an accurate measurement.

He laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news?”

“Good news.”

“Well, the good news is that you’re fatter. The bad news is your fat broke the scale.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope. See?”

“No,” I laughed.

“Oh, here,” he reached up and pushed my belly in, and I leaned forward. There was, instead of numbers, the word “error” on the screen.

“Crud,” I said.

“We’re gonna need a bigger scale.”

I laughed again. He told me to go play a videogame while he ran to the store and got a better one.

I waited, making sure I didn’t eat anything. I was absolutely starving; my body had clearly become accustomed to the constant food intake. My belly growled loudly. I sat there, rubbing it. It was soft as a marshmallow. I jiggled it and patted my belly, squeezed my moobs, and rubbed my thighs; which had all grown substantially. It didn’t take long for this stimulation to make me hard again, so I went to the bathroom while I waited.

While I sat in the bathroom, I examined the scale. There were tiny cracks all through the glass, apparently from my bulk. I read the sticker on the back, which said “not rated over 320 pounds.”

Over the last few days, I noticed that I was getting into this “gainer” thing as much as Rory was. I wanted to be fatter. I wanted to grow huge. I sat there, my dick throbbing, as I realized how much I liked that I was fat enough to break a scale.

Rory returned in a few minutes. This scale was heavy duty. It was rated to weights of 500 pounds or less, and I didn’t think I was that big yet. Rory looked at the numbers. He gasped dramatically, making me lean forward, trying to see. He just laughed, saying he was kidding. Rory was such an actor.

“Well, what’s the damage?” I asked.

“Only 327.7 pounds. Pretty good, for a few week’s worth of work.”

“328 POUNDS!” I shouted.

“What?”

“That’s just…a lot.”

“You like it.” He smiled, gesturing at my dick, which had decided to wake up again.

“You’re right. But I don’t have time to play with myself, I’m hungry.”

He laughed and patted my belly as we left the bathroom. “Tomorrow’s the big day! Are you ready to meet my parents?”

“I think so.”

He whipped me up some bacon and eggs and we went to take a nap. Well, we burned off some calories, and then took a nap.

The next day, I was ready to meet his family. We packed some clothes and hopped in his Audi and drove to Fargo. We stopped for lunch in Alexandria. We got to Fargo about 2 p.m. He pulled up to his house, which was basically what you’d expect in a typical American home. They lived on a hill on the far side of Fargo. There were several feet of snow up here, and his brother must have made a snowman. It was charming, to say the least. I could see the tree in the front window, and they had lights strung all over.

We walked up the sidewalk and he knocked on the door. We waited, snow swirling around us. We had found the snowstorm about an hour ago, in Minnesota.

The door opened. He mom, I assumed, opened it. Her eyes teared up and she threw herself onto Rory. I guess he wasn’t kidding that he hadn’t been there in a while. She said something about it being such a surprise, but she was crying so hard I barely understood her.

His mom was short, pretty, with long dark hair the exact same color as Rory’s. He had her complexion too. Her eyes were emerald green, though. She called over her shoulder. “Luke! Guess who’s here!”

A middle aged man with blondish hair appeared behind her. He looked a lot like Rory; it had to be his father. Luke was taller than even me, at least 6’5. He was strong-looking but had a big belly. He had a short goatee. He had Rory's chocolate brown eyes. He nodded to Rory and went back inside without a word.

Rory watched him go, frowning. His mom picked up on how he was feeling, saying, “Don’t worry, dear. He’ll warm up,” she looked at me, “Who’s this?”

Rory’s face cracked into a wide grin. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Jared. Jared, this is my mom, Tess.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” I said, extending my hand. She gave me a dainty handshake.

“Why are we standing out in the cold?” she asked, beckoning us inside.

Rory had clearly gotten his design sense from home. Brown walls, formal furniture, it was very similar to his apartment. He got his baking from his mother too; she was already back in the kitchen, pulling a sheet of cookies out. His mother’s house smelled fantastic. We took our coats off and hung them in the closet.

“Where is Charlie?” Rory asked.

“He’s up in his room, listening to music,” his mom answered.

“No I’m not,” we heard from the stairs.

I almost had to double-take. It looked like Rory was walking down the stairs. Then my brain caught up with my eyes and I realized this must be Rory’s brother. They were remarkably similar in every respect except one. Charlie had honey gold hair instead of dark brown. It was his father’s hair color. Also, he was younger than Rory. He was dressed extremely well, wearing a sweater and a pair of slacks. He smiled at Rory. “Hey Bro, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Rory smiled too and gave his brother a hug. After they broke apart, Rory introduced me. Charlie gave me a hug too. His arms were shorter than Rory’s, they barely went around me.

Rory’s mom appeared with a pan full of warm cookies, offering them to us. I instantly felt like part of the family. Rory’s dad was watching a hockey game in the living room, I heard him groan when the opposing team scored.

Rory and I went into the kitchen with his mom. Rory explained how we met. She smiled and asked what my family was doing for Christmas. I explained how they were traveling. She gave me another cookie and asked me if I liked them. I had had five cookies and I hadn’t been here ten minutes, she was as good at getting me eating as Rory. His mom was a brute-forced woman, cleaning and bustling around the kitchen at top speed. Rory and I hopped up and helped her out, setting the table for a giant turkey dinner.

We sat down, Rory dishing everyone up. He gave me almost twice what he gave everyone else. I waited until everyone was served and we started eating. His dad finally warmed up, asking me some basic questions about work and things. He ate a lot also; I think Tess had something to do with it. Charlie was so similar to Rory it was scary. They even laughed the same. I ate a ton, everything was absolutely delicious. I surreptitiously unbuttoned my pants about half way into the meal, and of course, Rory noticed. He smiled at me and served me some more. He warned me on the way that his mom likes big eaters. She wouldn’t be disappointed.

After the meal, we all sat in the livingroom. I was groggy from the meal, and I fell asleep in the recliner.

I woke up a few minutes later but didn’t open my eyes.

I heard his mother speak, “He seems nice, Rory.”

“I love him,” he answered immediately.

“I think he’s funny and cool,” his brother spoke.

“I approve of him, but he’s kind of fat, you should put him on a diet.” That was his dad’s voice.

“Be nice, Luke!” his mom whispered, chastising.

Rory just laughed quietly and said, “He’s fine. I like him like that.”

I cracked my eyes open a bit, just enough to see his mom give him a knowing smile.

I leaned back in the chair and stretched my arms, hamming it up a little to show I was awake.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Rory said.

“Hey,” I said, still groggy.

I woke up over the next few minutes and we opened presents. Tess felt bad she had sent his to him. It would be waiting for us at home; it will turn up tomorrow. Rory didn’t know what to get his family, having been gone so long. He got his brother a gift card for $50. He found a recipe book for his mom, and he got his dad some tools. Then again, just being here was a gift good enough for his mom and brother.

Afterwards, his dad made eggnog and we all went to bed. His mom laughed and said that his room wasn’t a bedroom anymore.

“That’s alright, Mom,” Rory said, “We’ll sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor.”

She noticed he said “a sleeping bag” not “sleeping bags.” She blushed a little and nodded. We went out to the car and got our suitcase. He unrolled the sleeping bag and I put my pajamas on.
Rory started rubbing my belly immediately after we laid down.

I caught his hands, “Rory!” I whispered in his ear, “I am not having sex with you in your parents’ house, with them in the next room!”

He chuckled and kissed me goodnight, curling up with his head on my chest. I liked his family. I felt loved here.