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Greg sighed as he took the camera out of his bag, and again wondered if he was doing the right thing. After all, Greg knew this particular camera was evil, cursed somehow. That it showed a person the future, and made it bad. That it was the cause of his family's vehicle being damaged in a car accident, a friend disappearing, and many other incidents last year. Before Greg and his friends had disposed of the cursed item back where they had found it. And since he had retrieved the camera from the ruins of the old Coffman house, Greg had already taken one man's picture by accident. There was no way of knowing what horrible fate had befallen the man who had tried to stop Greg from taking the camera back from what was now a construction site.
Still, Greg knew that, after he had foolishly presented a report in front of his class about the evil camera, and his eight grade English teacher had threatened to flunk him for presenting a “tall tale “ as a true story, he needed to show the camera to his teacher so he could pass instead. After all, his teacher, Mr. Saur(although most of his students called him “sour ball" behind his back due to his unpleasant demeanor) had promised him that if he could produce the evil camera in question, he would get an “A" on his report, and pass the class. Then he could go to the same summer camp as Shari, his best friend, who he had a crush on since he had met her in third grade. The alternatives, flunking the course, getting grounded for the entire summer for failing, and having to go to summer school, or worse, repeat an entire grade, where unthinkable. So, having resolved to go through with his plan to show the camera to his teacher, Greg started to put the camera away in his bag, but he was unable to do so before he was greeted by his unattainable crush ( for she had always insisted it was better they just stayed friends), Shari.
“Walking to school?” Shari said with a teasing grin on her face, before asking Greg if he had slept in and missed the bus. But Shari's grin then turned into a frown as she noticed the cursed object in Greg's hands. This started a heated argument between the two friends about the merits and risks of Greg taking the evil camera to school, with Shari insisting that Greg take the camera back to the construction site, and Greg refusing to do so. The argument ended with Shari trying to take the camera away from Greg, who resisted her efforts. During this struggle, Greg accidentally hit the button on the cursed camera, resulting in Shari's picture being taken!
Both teens gasped as Greg repeatedly said, “ I'm sorry!” But the two friends’ horror turned to confusion when Shari's photo came out as a negative. Greg sighed with relief. “ A negative? Huh. The camera must be broken. I guess you don't have anything to worry about...”
But Greg wasn't even able to complete his sentence before Shari snatched the camera from Greg and took a picture of her friend, as she gave into a vindictive impulse to punish him in kind for taking her picture. “Well if it's not working, you won't mind if I take your picture!” After the flash, the camera quickly spit out a picture of Greg, in which the skinny teen was twice his usual size, and had a big belly, puffy limbs, a chubby face with a double chin, and even a small pair of moobs.
“I’m fat!” Greg shouted in alarm.
Shari looked down, and Greg could almost swear that she was blushing, when she stammered out. “Don't worry about it. It’s not a big deal. “
Greg pointed at the picture of his fat self. “This a very BIG deal, Shari! I'm going to be HUGE!”
Shari risked another glance at the picture of “fat Greg” and said. “Like you said, the camera's probably broken anyway. And even if you do get bigger, so what? Lots of guys are fat. The camera could have done a lot worse!”
Greg shook his head. “ That's easy for you to say, you're not the one that might blow up like a blimp! Whatever! I need to get to school and show the camera to Mr. Saur and get my A!”
Shari shook her head in confusion as Greg forcefully put the camera back in his bag, then resumed walking to school. ‘ Why did I react that way to seeing that picture of Greg? And what is this feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about Greg getting fat?! It's not disgust, like I feel when my parents make me eat Brussel sprouts, or when I see my own blood. It’s more like…anxiety, but it also feels good, somehow. I don't know. I have to think about this.’
…sometime later
The next 36 hours or so went horribly for Greg, for the most part. Mr. Saur still didn't believe Greg's report about the camera, even after he showed the cursed object to his English teacher. So Greg went home that day with an “F", and summer school, still in his near future. But now, Greg was even more worried about the possibility of morbid obesity being in his more immediate future, if the camera was still functional.
That night, after checking his still normal physique in the mirror, and even sticking out his stomach, Greg convinced himself everything was going to be okay. That the camera really was broken, and that his body wasn't going to change. Then the young man went to bed.
But when Greg woke up the next morning and fumbled to turn off his alarm, he found it took more effort to roll over and get out of bed than usual. This confused Greg, until he looked at the mirror and screamed! For there before him stood the reflection of a version of him which was just as fat as the one in the picture!
After Greg stepped out of the ruined remains of his ripped pajamas, he looked at his fat body briefly, and shook his head. Then, out of curiosity, since he had never touched a fat person before, Greg gently touched his fat stomach with his sausage-like index finger. Greg expected the fat on his stomach to make his belly feel slimy and gross, but he was pleasantly surprised when his belly felt soft and warm. ‘ Huh. So I look terrible, but at least fat doesn't feel so bad.’
Then Greg took a step towards his dresser, and saw and felt his whole body, including his double chinned face, all shake in tandem. ‘Huh. That's different. I wonder how it would feel if I did…this?!’ Greg then took his large belly in both hands and shook it for several seconds straight, causing his whole body to jiggle during that time. “Wow! That…that actually feels really good! Maybe I should do that again? No! What am I saying?! This is terrible, I need to find out how to get rid of all this flab! But first, I need to get ready for school!”
But Greg’s thoughts were quickly derailed when his mom, Betty Banks started pounding on his door, and his phone rang. At the same time. So Greg was just a bit distracted after he picked up the phone and Shari tried to tell him something from her end of the line, at the same time Greg had to hold his door shut to keep his mom from entering his room, seeing him fat, and freaking out. So even though Greg heard Shari freaking out about something, he had to hang up before he figured out what that was. Then after his mom walked away from his room, Greg tried and failed to find some clothes that fit his larger body. But none of his pants or underwear fit past his thighs, and none of his shirts could get down past his chest.
So Greg had to wait until both of his parents left for work, then sneak into the master bedroom and borrow some of his dad's old clothes, from when Greg's dad, Frank Banks, was fifty pounds heavier. To Gregg's horror, they fit perfectly. If anything, Frank Banks’ “fat pants “ were a little snug on his son's frame.
Waiting for his parents to leave meant Greg was late for the bus, so he had to walk to school. Being fat made that walk harder, and take longer, as Greg had to stop to rest several times while his heavy body panted, wheezed, and sweated in the midmorning sun. These rest breaks, off course, made Gregg late for school, and Gregg cursed his fat body (even though a part of himself that the young man didn't want to acknowledge actually liked the feelings he got when his body jiggled with every step), as he entered his school right after the last tardy bell rang.
By the time Greg entered the classroom , a girl in Greg's English class was reading her report about her last summer at gymnastics camp. Greg's arrival interrupted this presentation. Several students laughed at Greg's fat body, and the newly fat young man had to reintroduce himself to Mr. Saur, who did not recognize him. Once again, Greg tried to convince Sour Ball that his story about the evil camera was true, and pointed to his new size as proof. But the teacher still didn't believe him, as he thought Greg was just wearing an elaborate costume, and the fat young man was directed to take a seat and let his classmate finish her presentation.
Gregg tried to follow his teacher's directive, but was unable to do so. For as soon as Greg sat in his usual seat….SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! All four of the chair legs broke simultaneously under the bulk of Greg's weighty form!
HA! HA! HA!HA! It took all Greg had not to cry as most of his classmates laughed at the fat teen, who struggled to heft his enormous body off of the floor, and the ruins of his chair, until two of his nicer classmates helped him up. Then Mr. Saur chased Gregg out of the classroom and demanded the fat young man find a sturdier chair because “that chair was obviously defective!” As Greg rushed to do so as fast as his plump legs could carry him, Greg dreaded what the rest of the day would bring. After all, it was only first period.
The rest of the day was filled with similar humiliations. Greg broke chairs and desks in almost every class, and his peers taunted him for his size and laughed at him repeatedly. But the worst period, by far, was gym, as his classmates teased Greg in the locker room for his size, calling him a “fat ass" with “bitch tits", especially after the fat young man had to borrow some of his obese gym teacher’s athletic wear. Then, when asked to climb a rope, Greg couldn't even get one foot off of the ground, much less get to the ceiling of the gym, like his old, skinny form could have. In short, Greg's whole school day sucked.
Except lunch.
By the time lunch time arrived, Greg was ravenous, which was a feeling he really wasn't used to. Even when he ended up having to skip breakfast because he was running late, like this morning, Greg would usually only be mildly hungry by lunch. But for some reason, which Greg thought probably had to do with his new, fat body, Greg’s insides felt like acid, and his body felt like it would cannibalize itself if Greg didn't get food, and lots of it, NOW!
So, knowing that his usual, small lunch of a sandwich, mixed vegetables, and low-fat milk wouldn't cut it today, and taking advantage of the fact that his overbearing mother had been giving Greg WAY too much lunch money every day since he started Kindergarten, Greg ordered himself a feast, which consisted of hot dogs, hamburgers, pizza slices, tater tots, French fries, and several desserts, then bought a sugary soda from a vending machine to wash it all down. Greg then took his prizes to a table to eat by himself (which wasn't a change from most days, since Shari went to another school, and Greg's other friend had moved to another state before the school year started), and then rapidly did so.
To Gregg's great surprise, since he was so hungry, the bland but calorific cafeteria food tasted amazing, as did the sugary soda. So Greg was easily able to tune out all of the classmates mocking him for his weigh and eating habits as he was lost in the culinary nirvana caused by every greasy or sugary bite or sip, and Greg even moaned a little at the end of the meal before he UURP! POOT! Loudly burped and farted while rubbing his fat, stuffed belly!
Greg didn't even care when people made fun of him for his gaseous emissions, or held their nose in disgust. Because, as Greg rubbed his stuffed, but still so SOFT and WARM belly, the fat young man felt amazing. In fact, Greg realized after several seconds of thought, he had never had a meal that great in his life, or felt this much pleasure and happiness since…ever. This was the happiest Greg had ever been. Apparently, meal times felt awesome when Greg was fat! Still, Greg knew overeating would be the only part of being fat that he would miss after finding a way to get back to normal . Well, that, and the feeling of rubbing his soft, warm, belly. And the way his whole body jiggled when he walked. And also…
But Greg's thoughts were interrupted by the bell signaling the end of lunch. Greg quickly (or as quickly as his fat, stuffed body would let him) waddled out of the lunchroom after properly disposing of his tray, cutlery, and plates, then immediately went toward the vending machines to purchase several candy bars, and bags of chips, rationalizing this choice as he did so. ‘ I might as well enjoy the few perks of being fat while I still can! Who knows? Maybe snacking constantly will make the rest of today bearable. ‘
And indeed, although the rest of the school day still sucked, the last half of the day didn't seem quite as bad as the first, as Greg snacked constantly between classes. Food really did taste better, and being constantly full felt SO GOOD, when Greg was fat! And so, by the time Greg was (barely) able to make it to the bus on time at the end of the school day, the fat young man felt a little better about his situation. Better enough that, even though Greg now filled up most of a bus seat, the young man was starting to think he could get used to life in the fat lane. If he couldn't find a way to reverse his current condition, of course.
So Greg was (almost) feeling good about himself by the time he got home, before his parents and older brother got back from their jobs. But Greg's heart dropped to his (sizable) stomach when he heard someone knocking on his front door, and heard his friend’s voice on the other side, begging for admittance. “Greg! Greg, are you home!? Please let me in! I need your help!”
Greg's fat body jiggled as he raced to the door and opened it, revealing a pale, emaciated Shari on the other side. After Shari let herself in, Greg shook his head while he and his best friend looked at each other's changed physiques. “ Shari! You're wasting away!”
Shari gulped as she took a good look at Greg's fat body. The teenage girl couldn't help but wonder why she was getting that weird feeling in her stomach again as she observed how big her friend had become, as what little muscle definition Greg used to have was now buried under layers of fat. “And you're…not.” Shari replied lamely while kicking herself for her lack of sensitivity, as Greg looked down in shame.
Going into damage control mode to spare her friend’s feelings, Shari quickly added. “ Don't worry, Greg. You look great like this!” Shari mentally facepalmed herself while Greg looked at her in disbelief and confusion. ‘You look great like this?!l Where did that come from?’
So Shari shook her head and spoke before Greg could reply to her strange words. “Anyway, I tried to tell you what was happening to me this morning, but now I know why you wouldn't listen. I'm getting thinner by the minute! I eat and I eat, but I can't gain weight! And you look even bigger than you did in the picture!”
Greg looked down at his body, and only now did he realize that he was now even bigger, and about 50 pounds heavier, than he had been this morning. Apparently, most of the weight had gone to his large belly, which was now sticking out above his dad's pants, and out from under his dad's old shirt. Greg repeatedly jiggled his growing belly in fascination. ‘ Wow! That feels REALLY GOOD! That's weird. The fatter I get, the better it feels to jiggle my stomach! Maybe I should let this go on for awhile, see how fat I can get away with getting before I have to find a way to reverse this!’ But then Greg thought about his emaciated friend and quickly nixed that idea. ‘No! I love Shari! I can't let her waste away!’
It was only then, after Greg snapped out of his jiggle induced euphoria, and stopped shaking his belly, that Greg noticed that Shari was watching his still jiggling belly as if hypnotized. To Greg's surprise, Shari continued to stare at his large stomach for several more seconds before Greg said. “Um, Shari?! You're staring. “
Shari visibly blushed as she looked away from her friend, causing Greg to wonder what THAT was about, before the teen girl stammered out. “Yeah.. sorry. We need to find a way to reverse my transformation. I mean, both of our transformations, obviously! Not that there's anything wrong with you being fat, or anything! But, you, know, I don't want…”
“ You to shrivel up into nothing, and me to explode. I got it. You don't have to be so weird about me being fat now, you know. I know I'm blowing up like a blimp, Shari.”
When Greg’s words only made his friend blush harder, Greg shrugged. “Whatever, Do you have any suggestions for how to reverse this for both of us?’
Neither teen could think of any good ideas for several minutes. During that time, both teens bodies changed, causing Greg to gain ten pounds, making the seams on his dad's clothes’ strain, and Shari shrunk ten pounds, to the point Greg had to get her suspenders to hold up her pants. So Shari and Greg decided to do something crazy. Take another picture of one of them to see if it would reverse the effects of the original picture. Seeing as Shari had already become painfully thin, and it had been Greg's idea to get the camera back in the first place, it was quickly decided that Greg would take the risk of being a guinea pig in this scenario. So, with some trepidation , Shari took the cursed camera out of Greg's bag, and took his picture in her friend's bedroom!
Greg’s intense fear in that moment quickly turned into confusion, however, when the fearful look on Shari's face quickly turned into one of guilty excitement after she took the picture, and a photo that Greg couldn't see popped out of the back of the camera. Shari was displaying the kind of look Greg usually saw on his friend’s face when she was doing something naughty and fun, like when she and Greg had snuck into a R-rated movie once. And Greg wasn't fooled for a second by Shari's insistence that, “I'm sorry!’, when his friend couldn't stop herself from grinning at whatever the photo had revealed about Greg's future.
Before Greg could ask what was going on, he found himself expanding once again, as every part of his body, especially his belly, moobs, and face suddenly expanded. To both his excitement and horror, Greg watched as he grew a third chin, his moobs grew until they were bigger than the boobs of most teenage girls his age, and his belly became absolutely enormous, like the giant beer belly that his dad had at his heaviest, about 10 years, and over 100 pounds, ago. Although the rest of his body didn't grow quite as much as those three areas, no part of Greg’s body was spared this particular fattening, as his pillowy limbs, backside, and even his fingers and toes all grew heavier, stouter, and SOFTER.
At the end of this fattening, Greg’s father’s clothes, apart from his underwear, lay shredded at his feet, and Greg was winded from the effects of suddenly becoming another fifty pounds heavier, as it now took effort just to stand at his new weight. Part of Greg was, of course, horrified, as he realized that, ‘I'm a blimp!’ But another part of Greg was oddly fascinated at the way his super obese body looked and felt, as it jiggled all over just from breathing hard now. Greg was even tempted to shake his bigger belly to see how it would feel, but he was too embarrassed to do so again in front of Shari. Especially since he was now almost naked, and the fattest he had ever been, in front of the girl he had loved since the day he met her.
But, oddly enough, when Gregg finally worked up the nerve to look Shari in the eye, to ask her to get him some more clothes from his dad's wardrobe, Shari seemed intrigued, rather than disgusted. The teenage girl looked up and down at her friend's enormous body, and spoke with a blush on her cheeks and mischief in her eyes. “Greg? I know this is a really weird question, but…what does it feel like, being really, really…FAT!?” Shari's face now resembled a large tomato, because she was blushing so hard, and that excited/guilty look in her eyes was brighter than Greg had ever seen it when she said the word “fat" with excitement in her voice, as she emphasized that last word of that sentence.
Greg gulped. “ I don't know. Its kind of hard to describe. Being…bigger makes a lot of things harder, and I get hot easier, but I'm also softer and…I don't know. Call me crazy. but sometimes I kind of like how this…” Greg bit his plump upper lip as he sunk his meaty hand over an inch into his flabby stomach, “FEELS. You know?”
Shari frowned, and then said. “No. I don't know. I’ve never been close to getting fat, or even been able to pinch an inch. But maybe…I would like to know how it feels. Fat, I mean. Could, and I'm sorry if this is too weird to ask, and you can say no, if you want, but…could I…touch…your belly?!”
Shari looked down, as if ashamed of her request, but Greg didn't want his friend to feel bad about her curiously, and he relished this opportunity to to get his crush to touch him in such an intimate way, even under such bizarre circumstances. So Greg quickly nodded and said, “ Sure. What are friends for?!”
“Right, friends… “Shari stepped forward, her own horrific situation momentarily forgotten as she reached out a trembling hand to touch Greg's enormous belly. Shari's eyes widened as her thin hand sank far into Greg's soft flesh. “Oh my god, Greg! You're so SOFT! “
Shari lightly shook Greg's belly with a smile on her face, causing Greg’s entire body, including his three chins and large moobs, to shake, and Greg's fat face to burn red with embarrassment and excitement. In that moment, Greg had a flashback of the way that his mom used to jiggle his dad's belly with a smile on her face, back when Greg was a young boy, and his father was at his heaviest. But the memory vanished as quickly as it came when Shari did something really daring.
Shari, not moving her hand away from Greg's huge stomach, suddenly embraced her friend in a large hug that went halfway around Greg's wide middle, and then sunk her emaciated torso as far into Greg's soft stomach as she could, while resting her head firmly between Greg's moobs. Greg’s eyes widened. The fat young man was hardly a love expert, but he was pretty sure that this was not something that two people who were “just friends” would usually do!
But Shari's words brought Greg's thoughts back to the dismal reality of their situation as his crush shivered. “ Please hold me, Greg! Being this thin is so cold, and you are so warm!”
Greg quickly did as Shari asked, easily enveloping his painfully thin friend in a large hug, and insulating the girl of his dreams with his fat body. And if Shari was able to feel how this hug affected Greg below his waist, she didn't say anything about it as she cried into his right moob. “Thank you! If we have to die now, I at least want to die warm!”
Greg shook his head, causing his three chins , along with the rest of his body, to jiggle. “Don't talk like that, Shari! We need to be positive! Wait…Positive! That's it! I know how we're going to reverse all of this!”
After Greg explained his plan, Shari reluctantly pulled away to fetch him a pair of his dad's very old sweatpants and T-shirt (Greg's mom had insisted his dad keep all his clothes from when he was fat, “Just in case you get big and cuddly again, dear!”) from his parents' bedroom. Then, after Greg changed, he and Shari slowly walked to the camera store where Greg's older brother worked.
Along the way, Greg fed Shari as much food as he could from the “ secret stash" of junk food from the back of his family’s cupboard. This stash was composed of all the junk food that his skinny mom (who actually professed to hate sweets) bought for her family on a regular basis. But Greg's dad was a health nut who never touched the stuff, threw all the junk food in the trash at the end of every month, and warned his kids not to eat junk food either, if they didn't want to get fat, like he used to be.
‘Well, that ship has sailed.’ Greg thought glumly as he fed Shari (who was too weak, and too busy clinging to Greg , to feed herself) some powdered donuts, while the pair waddled, and lethargically walked, respectfully, to the camera and film store. During the whole walk, Shari clung to Greg's fat body for warmth.
Halfway through the bag of powdered donuts, however, the relative peace of the moment was broken when Greg's stomach rumbled loudly, causing Shari to giggle, take a donut from the bag, and fed it to Greg. “ Looks like someone's hungry! You better eat something!’
After Greg finished instinctively eating the donut with a smile on his face, Greg half-heartedly protested. “ I clearly don't need the calories, Shari! And you…”
“Have been eating all day!” Shari shrugged. “It's not helping. I'm still getting thinner. And you are clearly hungry, so you should eat!”
Greg turned his face away from the second donut that Shari tried to feed him, even though Greg BADLY wanted to consume that donut… and the rest of the donuts in the package as well. “ I really shouldn't. I'm already…”
“ Fat!?” Shari questioned, with that mischievous glint in her eyes again “So what? Like I said before, lots of people are fat! That’s no reason for you, or anyone else, to go hungry!”
Greg sighed. “ I AM SOl HUNGRY! But I seem to always be hungry, now that I'm so fat!”
Greg frowned in confusion when Shari blushed again, before Greg patted his large belly and started to speak again while his whole body jiggled. “ Besides, I already look like crap, and…”
Shari glared at Greg, and spoke with more confidence in her voice this time, since she was now more sure in what she was feeling, as she spoke. “ I told you before, Greg, you look great like this! I don't care anymore if that's a weird thing to say! I'm not going to let you keep tearing yourself down when you look very handsome as a bigger guy!”
Now, it was Greg's turn to blush as he looked down in disbelief at his huge body. “ Really, you…you think I look handsome? Like this!?”
Shari had to keep herself from drooling as she stared transfixed at Greg's jiggling body for several seconds, after her friend shook his belly. Then Shari shook her head and blushed again. “ Yes. Very handsome. In fact…” Shari nibbled on her bottom lip. “ I think…if you weren't in danger of exploding at any moment if we do nothing…I wouldn't mind if you stayed like this!”
Greg shook his head, causing his chins and cheeks to jiggle. “ You mean…you like me better like this?! Fat, I mean?”
Shari, still blushing, shrugged. “I wouldn't say I like you better, because you're a great guy , and I've always liked you, as a friend, of course. But …I guess, if we weren't strictly friends, I would find you more physically attractive as a fat guy. Yeah.“
Greg grinned. “ Heck, if that's the way you feel, you can feed me as many donuts as you want! I'm starving!”
Shari gave Greg that mischievous look again, fed her friend another powdered donut with one hand, then lightly patted Greg's large belly with her other hand. “ Good fat boy!”
Greg blushed, but kept right on eating the rest of the donuts , then all of the other treats, like snack cakes, cookies, and brownies, that Greg had taken from the “secret stash”, save one candy bar, as he and Shari walked to the film and camera store. And if Shari clung a little more tightly to her friend’s fat form than was strictly necessary for her to stay warm, and if the teenage girl even snuck her hand under Greg’s shirt to rub her friend's belly a few times during the long walk to the store, Greg certainly wasn't going to complain about it! Especially after Greg URRRRRRP! POOOOOT! belched and farted loudly, and Shari's response was to just laugh, pat Greg's huge belly, and say, with a smile on her face, “Better out than in!”
It was during one belly rub, just before the two friends reached the store, that Shari said. “ You know what, Greg? I've been thinking. Being this thin is so cold, and uncomfortable, and I look so boney and sickly like this. Whereas fat seems to be so soft, and warm, and…inviting to touch. So…I’ve decided that , if we survive this, and get back to normal, I’m going to get fat! Like really, really fat! Maybe even fatter than you are now! I think…I know, that would make me happy. “
Shari swallowed nervously. She had meant every word she just said, and she hadn't been asking for Greg's permission. Still, Greg was her best friend, and his opinion of her actions did matter to her.
Greg smiled, showing off all three chins as he did so while reaching out and holding Shari's hand. “ Hey. I want you to know that, I will ALWAYS love you, at any size…as a friend, of course. So if you think getting fat will make you happy, then get as fat as you want! I will always be there for you, and support you!”
Shari smiled back. “ Thank you, Greg.”
That was the last thing the two friends said to each other before entering the camera store to meet Terry, Greg's older brother. “Terry! We need your help!”
Terry, looking more than a little annoyed, ran out of the back room of the store after his younger brother called. “Hold your horses! I'm coming! What can I do for you today, valued customers !?”
Realizing that his own brother didn't recognize him now, Greg shook his head and said, “ Terry, it's us! Greg and Shari! You have to help us!”
Terry’s eyes widened as her took a closer look at his little brother and his best friend. “What the hell happened to you two?!”
Greg shook his head “There's no time to explain! I need you to do what I ask right now, or Shari is going to waste away, and I'm going to explode!”
Greg then explained that he needed his brother to turn the original, positive photograph of “fat Greg" into a film negative, and Shari's negative photo into a positive photograph. Terry nodded his head. “Okay, I'll do it! But you two WILL be telling me what the hell is going on after I do this for you!”
Greg nodded, then Terry locked the front door of the store, flipped the sign on the front to indicate the establishment was closed. then rushed to the store’s dark room with the two photos in hand. Greg then sighed with relief, then turned to Shari and said. “ it shouldn't be long now before we find out if my plan works. Either way, though, Shari, I want you to know that I'm so sorry I ever took the camera out of the construction site, and that I accidentally took your picture! This is all my fault!”
Shari shook her head. “No, it’s my fault! If I hadn't fought you for the camera, my picture never would have gotten taken in the first place! Then, if I hadn't been a vindictive bitch and taken your picture right back, your life wouldn't be in danger!”
Greg shook his head, causing his chins to jiggle. “Fine. So this situation is both our faults. But I don't care. I still love you. And in case we die. I want you to know…I'm completely in love with you, too!”
Shari smiled and took Greg's fat hand in her boney one. “ I know. And I'm in love with you, too! I have been since the day we met! Just because I said we shouldn't date, doesn't mean I didn't want us to! I was just afraid that if we dated, then broke up, that would destroy our friendship. And that would be awful! But from the looks of it…”
Greg started expanding again, more rapidly than before, and Shari resumed growing thinner by the second. Greg wordlessly tried to pass his last candy bar to Shari, but the emaciated girl didn't even have the strength to grip the confection in her hand, so the candy bar fell to the floor as the teens' dangerous transformations continued. Shari smiled sadly while completing her though. “ Your brother has failed, and our friendship is about to be destroyed anyway, along with our lives! So now, I want you to know, skinny or fat, I truly, deeply, love you!”
Shari swiftly drew Greg into a deep kiss that lasted several seconds, during which the two teens held onto each other as hard as they could. Caught up in the ferocity of their osculation, neither “friend “ noticed that Shari was rapidly gaining weight again, back to the version of herself that she had been before the camera's evil influence had transformed her…plus a few more pounds from all the food she had been eating recently, to try to force her body to gain weight. Nor did the young teenagers notice that Greg's body had stopped gaining weight. They did notice, however, when Greg, who was still not used to his body being so top heavy, lost his balance while kissing Shari, causing both teens to fall to the floor!
Thankfully, Greg's fat cushioned both his, and Shari's, fall considerably, as Greg fell backwards onto his back, and Shari fell onto Greg’s sizable torso shortly thereafter. Unfortunately, Greg and Shari had accidentally fell into the shop's darkroom. And in the full minute it took for Shari to rise to her feet, and her and Terry to help Greg, grunting and groaning, sweating and gasping, to his feet, something terrible had happened.
“Oh, shit!” Terry screamed in horror. “Nice going geniuses! Whenever you and your friend fell back here, Greg, your fat ass held the door open too long, and the chemicals changing your photo got exposed, and ruined the film! I already fixed Shari's picture, and it looks like she's better now, but I can't fix this!” Terry showed Greg the original picture of “fat Greg” which was stuck somewhere between a negative and a positive.
Shari shook her head. “ That's okay! We can still fix this! I think it still half worked, because Greg isn't growing anymore! We just need to change the second photo I took of you today, Greg! That should fix everything!”
But when Shari pulled out the second photo, in which Greg was so fat, that his naked (although his huge, hanging belly prohibited the need for clothes) body didn't fit in the frame of the photo, and the words “World's Fattest Man!” were on a sign in front of behemoth Greg, that picture was also stuck between positive and negative! Shari shook her head. “ Oh, no! I'm sorry Greg, this photo must have been changed when the other one was! Which means…I don't think we can change you back!”
Greg sighed heavily. “Oh well, I guess I will have to get used to life in the fat lane, then!” The fat teen smirked when this remark had the desired effect, causing Shari to blush bright red. ‘Oh, yes. There are certainly some advantages to being fat!’
Terry didn't notice any of this non non-verbal communication between his little brother, and his best friend turned something more. Instead, the older teen's mind was occupied by one, solitary thought. “Mom and dad are going to flip out!”
...
And indeed, Betty and Frank Banks did “flip out when they discovered their once slim son had put on over 200 pounds in less than 48 hours, and they resolved that they would find a way to help their son get to a healthy weight. But unlike Mr Saur, Greg's parents at least believed his story about “the Evil camera “ when faced with incontrovertible evidence, in the form of their son's rapid expansion, and that the object really was cursed. Mr. and Mrs. Banks demanded that Greg have another talk with Mr. Saur to demand an “A" not just for his report, but also for the entire semester, as they knew their son had more than earned it. Terry also gave a devious suggestion for proving the camera's power to “sour ball" that Greg agreed to, while wearing a wicked grin.
The next day at school, Mr Saur once again demanded that Greg “Take off that ridiculous costume!” Greg once again responded that he wasn't wearing a costume, the evil camera had simply made him very fat, and that he wanted an A for the class. But this time, before Mr. Saur could reply that he didn't believe in cursed objects, Greg pulled out the camera in question from his bag and challenged his teacher. “And if you still think I'm lying, do you at least have the guts to test my story? Let me take your picture with the camera!”
Mr. Saur sighed. “ This all very amusing, Mr. Banks, but it is going to take more than a prop camera to fool me! You would not believe the lengths some of my students have gone to in order to get a “A" in this course, and they have never got it! Of course, you went a little further than most. Fine, take my picture, so we can bring this farce to an end!”
Greg grinned evilly. “Ok. But don't say I didn't warn you. Say cheese!”
Greg then quickly took the picture of Mr. Saur , looked at the photo that popped out of the back of the camera, then smirked. “I hope you look good in a toupee, sir!”
Greg then put the picture, of Mr. Saur clutching at hairs falling of his now bald head, on the desk. At first, Mr. Saur smirked right back. “A trick camera! Very clever! If only you'd exercised that imagination of yours to come up with a decent TRUE story for your report, instead of trying to fool me…”
But Mr. Saur’s confidence turned to panic when, indeed, his own hair started falling off of his head in giant clumps! As sour ball struggled in vain to use his hands to keep all of his hair from falling off of his head, Mr. Saur started screaming. “The evil camera! It's real! it's all true! It's all true!”
That day , the last day before summer vacation that year, was the last day of Mr. Saur's teaching career. Greg Bank’s actions, in addition to causing sour ball to lose his hair, also forced the middle aged man to question everything he thought he knew about truth and reality. After Mr. Saur's nervous breakdown was over, after several months in a psychiatric ward, the former teacher would spend the rest of his life searching for truth, God, and reality in a number of different religions and philosophies. But before all of that, Mr. Saur finally caved, and the bald man said, with tears in his eyes, while clutching his hairless head. “ Fine, Mr. Banks, you got an ‘A' for this course! Now, please leave this room and keep that camera far away from me!”
With a smile on his face, Greg said, “ Yes, sir!” Then the fat teen put the camera in his bag and waddled out of the room, and towards the school's vending machines, to the sound of thunderous applause from his classmates, none of whom ever made fun of Greg's weight or appetite ever again.
The summer that followed was the worst of Greg's life, as he never did get to go to summer camp, and his parents ( but most of all Greg’s father, Frank Banks) did everything they could to help their son lose weight. The first month of that summer consisted of Frank putting Greg through a series of grueling( for Greg, although they were light for Frank) exercises in the mornings and evenings, and watching Greg like a hawk to make sure he stuck to his strict diet. Greg noticed that his mom, Betty Banks, seemed sad every time she served Greg small portions at meals, and assured Greg with a frown, that “This is for your own good, dear”, every time Greg said he was still hungry at the end of a meal, or his stomach growled loudly with hunger throughout the day. And sometimes late at night, he would hear his parents have loud arguments about him , saying things like. “ The doctor say our son is almost 200 pounds overweight, dear!” and “I don't care how big he is! Greg is our son, and I feel like I'm a bad mother for letting him go to bed hungry every night! And you are pushing him too hard with those workouts! Can't you see that Greg looks exhausted all the time?!”
So Greg learned to hide the sound of his constantly growling stomach, and never complain after workouts that left him tired, sweaty, and sore all over. He also learned to fake a smile and compliment his mom's cooking after every tasteless, small meal his mom served him, even if they left him ravenously hungry, every second of every day. Impossibly, at the end of that grueling month full of dieting and exercise, the scale showed that Greg hadn't lost a single ounce.
Things only got worse at the beginning of month two of Greg's summer, when the obese young man was brought to the hospital for tests. Lots of tests. Tests of Greg’s metabolism, thyroid, bloodwork, urine, and a whole bunch of other things that Greg didn't understand. None of them came back with an explanation for Greg's sudden weight gain, and the doctors insisted that Greg’s parents must be feeding him way too much food, and not getting him enough exercise. The head doctor at the hospital even called Greg's parents liars when they showed the doctor the painstaking records they had made of Greg's exercises and food intake for the last month, insisting that it was “scientifically impossible for your son to go through such a strenuous diet and exercise regimen without losing at least ten pounds!”
So Greg's parents took their fat son and his medical records to another hospital, in another state, that specialized in studying obesity. The head doctor there was also skeptical of Greg's parents claims that “Dieting and exercise just don't work for our son!”, but they were at least willing to study Greg for a week to look for the root cause of his obesity. Like the previous hospital, after numerous tests (new ones, this time, looking for genetic disorders, allergies, and other possible causes of Greg’s weight gain that the previous hospital hadn't looked for), they found nothing. However, unlike the previous hospital, they believed the Banks family's claims…after a week of round the clock observation of the fat teen, thirty minutes a day of strenuous exercise on a treadmill, and feeding Greg a balanced, low calorie diet approved by world-class nutritionist, didn't make Greg lose any weight either.
More doctors, nutritionists, and researchers on the human body, all experts in their fields, were flown in to test Greg after that, but they all seemed to come to the same conclusions: there appeared to be no natural reason that Greg should be overweight, much less super-obese, as the fat teen was. And yet, Greg was still about 200 pounds overweight, and strangely, as healthy as a horse. Blood and urine tests , resting heartrate monitors, blood pressure gauges, and many other tests revealed that Greg was just as healthy as an athlete his age, who had a healthy diet and normal weight, would be. Greg was extraordinarily healthy, despite also being extraordinarily fat, for no apparent reason.
During this time, Greg’s case started to leak to the press, and soon, news of “The Designated Fat Boy" started to become common knowledge, making Greg famous. Around the same time, the Banks’ turned to drastic measures, such as liposuction and weight loss surgery, to help Greg lose weight. During this time, Terry, Mr. and Mrs. Banks, and even Shari (who had skipped out on Summer camp that year to spend as much time with her boyfriend [as of that fateful day in the film store] as possible, and had even taken out a large advance on her allowance from her mom to accompany the Banks family to another state, and visit Greg as often as possible there) ran interference with the press when Greg was escorted to and from various surgeries.
But in the end, all out was for naught. After liposuction, Greg's fat cells would always grow back within seconds. Stomach staples and lap bands would magically pop out of Greg's body right after being applied, causing Greg to experience immense pain every time this happened. Greg's stomach would even miraculously regenerate itself within minutes when doctor's cut his stomach in half. At the end of the second month of that summer, doctors threw in the towel, and said that Greg was a “medical and genetic anomaly” and “ a hopeless case, who will be super obese forever.” One doctor even confidentially told Greg’s parents, with a shrug of his shoulders. “ Look, your child is very fat, and he is always going to be very fat, no matter what you do. So you might as well let Greg relax, eat whatever he wants, and enjoy himself for the rest of his life, however long, or short, that might be!”
Frank Banks was, understandably, not to happy about this news , but Betty Banks was ecstatic. “Good! Now I don't have to starve my son anymore, and my husband won't be forcing Greg to exercise, which is clearly too exhausting for him, either.” The dangerous look that Mrs. Banks gave her husband then clearly indicated that was a demand, and her husband reluctantly nodded his assent to his wife's vision of Greg's future. Shari was similarly ecstatic that her fat boyfriend wouldn't have to diet or exercise anymore, and suggested that she and the Banks family go to a buffet to celebrate. This motion was quickly seconded by Betty Banks, Terry, and Greg himself, with only Frank Banks apposed. However, Frank Banks eventually gave into what his family, and his son's girlfriend, wanted, and drove to an all you can eat buffet.
Unsurprisingly, Greg gorged on everything he could get his fat hands on like a man possessed, after two months of forced starvation. Burgers, fried chicken, fries, hot dogs, seafood, numerous desserts, and so, so much more were consumed by Greg, while Shari reloaded her boyfriend's tray of food, as well as her own, numerous times so her fat boyfriend wouldn't have to waste calories waddling over to the buffet for more food. Betty. Banks watched this happen with a smile, as she slowly consumed her dry salad, while she also silently noted that Shari also seemed to be eating a lot more these days, that the teenage girl was consuming several trays of fried foods and desserts herself, and that Shari had also put on at least fifteen pounds since the day at the film store, most of which had gone straight to the girl's new potbelly.
Mr. Banks also seemed to notice this, as he commented, between trays of his own food. “I'm happy that those two finally got together. I really am. You and I, as well as Shari's parents, have been predicting this would happen for years. But I'm concerned that our son's eating habits might be rubbing off on Shari, and that she might even get…”
“Fat?” Mrs. Banks shrugged. “So what if she does? Our son doesn't seem to mind that Shari is gaining weight…”
Mrs. Banks pointed to the table Greg and Shari were sharing, where the couple were feeding each other French fries, and (not so) subtly rubbing each other's round bellies under the table. “And as far as I'm concerned, as long as she makes our son happy, I don't care how fat Shari gets. Let her parents worry!”
Frank Banks sighed, then got up to get himself another tray of food. “Yes, dear.”
Mrs. Betty Banks smiled as her husband's acquiescence to her point, while noting that Terry, being a growing teenager, was also eating well, and was working on his third tray of food while rubbing the small belly he had been slowly building over the summer. But Betty's smile widened considerably when her husband brought back his sixth, huge tray of food, which was entirely filled with desserts. For, other than Greg, it was the fat teen's father who had been eating the most at the buffet and her husband had (re) gained a sizable potbelly, and thirty pounds of so, over the last two months.
Frank say his wife's look towards his belly and shook his head. “Don't you start! I know I’ve been gaining weight lately, but this…” Frank shook his belly. “ Is temporary! I'm going straight back on my diet in the morning!...”
Betty smiled. “Of course, dear. “
Frank sighed. “ I've just been so stressed lately, between my promotion, and everything that's been happening with Greg, it’s hard not to give into temptation sometimes. “
“Then give in. “ Betty suggested.
Frank shook his head and ignored his wife's remark. “ And I can't…couldn't work out as hard as usual while trying to help Greg exercise, too. And I don't have time at work anymore to work out during lunch. Honestly, working out has been such a hassle lately, that I just don't want to exercise!”
“Then don't. “ Betty's smile widened.
Frank sighed. “Honey, we talked about this. My boss said that I needed to be fit.”
Betty shook her head. “You mean, your former boss said that. You're the boss now, Mr. company president!’
Frank sighed. “Yes. So I have to lead by example, to shape the future of my company.”
Betty smiled and whispered in her husband's ear while rubbing his belly. “Are you sure that shape can't be round?!”
Frank opened his mouth to object, before his wife leaned over and whispered into Frank's ear. I miss Mr. Cuddly SO MUCH! If you can bring him back for me, I'll make it worth your while….”
After that Frank was like putty in Betty's hands.
The last month of Greg's summer wasn't as bad as the first two, since Greg's mom was now letting him eat whatever he wanted, and his dad, Shari, and to some extent, Terry, were all following suit. But all of the food Greg, and his friends and family were eating, including fast food, buffet meals, and sweet treats from the stash(it was no longer “secret”, now that most people in the household ate from it freely) Mrs. Banks bought regularly costed a lot of money. And so did the Plus-sized clothing that Greg’s family had to pay for, and Greg's medical care. Furthermore, the press where still hounding Greg for an interview with the “Designated Fat Boy!”
In the end, it was Shari who suggested that the Banks family turn one of their problems into the solution for the other. Heeding his girlfriend's advice, with his parents’ permission, Greg started giving paparazzi the interviews they wanted…for money. Soon enough, these interviews about Greg's “mysterious medical condition” ( for everyone thought it was best not to mention the evil camera) caused the fat teen's fame to increase even faster than his waistline. Interviews became sponsorships (of various food companies) ,book deals, and the rights to a movie about Greg's life. One company even offered to make Greg’s expansion the subject of two episodes of a true life TV show!
After all of the hectic activity of the summer, Greg was glad to return to the relative normalcy of school. Even if he was now twenty pounds heavier than at the beginning of the summer, and was too fat to go to gym class (as a note from one of Greg's doctors made plan). Another positive for the school year was that Shari, who was now sporting love handles, as well as a potbelly, was able to coax her mom into letting her go to the same high school as her boyfriend, as long as she and Greg followed some rules, such as not having sex, and Shari not allowing herself to become obese (for Shari's liberal parents were happy to allow Shati to gain weight, after she expressed a desire to do so, but only to a point) until she went to college.
The next four years were great, for the most part. Greg was kept busy with schoolwork, as well as with all the responsibilities and privileges of fame, as he used his unusual” medical condition to make himself, and his family, a lot of money, while still keeping up with his studies, and maintaining his relationship with Shari. Meanwhile, as Greg's bank account grew, so did his waistline, and those of his family and girlfriend. For the more Greg ate, the bigger he got. And the bigger Greg got, the bigger his appetite became, and only the fattiest, sweetest or greasiest calorific foods could satisfy Greg's hunger. And Greg's large appetite turned out to be quite contagious. So, little by little, the entire Banks household was filled with junk food, including trays full of Frank Banks' favorite chocolates, as there was no more space for healthy food in the house.
The results were quite predictable, as first Frank, then Terry, then, begrudgingly, Betty, all swiftly followed Greg into life in the fat lane. Therefore, by the end of Greg's Senior year of high school, Terry weighed 250 pounds, Betty weighed 300 pounds, and Frank tipped the scales at his highest weight ever at 400 pounds! Neither of Greg's parents seemed to mind each other's weight gain in the slightest. Quite the opposite in fact. Much to Greg and Terry Banks annoyance, Frank and Betty now loudly made love in their bedroom every night, and both siblings noticed that there were sometimes crumbs, or chocolate or frosting stains, on their parents' bed.
Similarly, Shari also gained weight rapidly, both from hanging out with her fat boyfriend so often, and helping him eat the feasts he had for every meal, and from her personal weight gain journey. However, both teens followed their parents rules about them dating for almost four years…until Shari's parents had paid for both a limo, and a hotel room, for both teens on the night of their Senior Prom, as a reward for “being so patient.“ in truth, Greg and Shari had only “technically “ followed the rules, since the two gaining, horny teenagers had done just about everything that a teenage couple could do, besides intercourse. But it was still an exciting moment for the chubby loving couple. In fact, since neither Greg nor Shari were likely to win Prom king or queen, due to their size, Greg and Shari had left the dance early to get straight to the main event…which included stopping at many fast food drivethru windows to order a feast, to be enjoyed in the privacy of their hotel room. That night, after feeding each other a large fast food feast, the chubby loving couple made love for the first time, and feel asleep in each other's arms, since Shari's parents had covered for Greg and said he was sleeping over, in a separate room, at their house.
By the time high school graduation came around, Greg was an astonishing 500 pounds, and the young man had an enormous backside, moobs that were bigger than most full grown women's boobs, , a double belly that hung down to his knees, and an oval face with three chins. So it came as a surprise to no one that Greg huffed, puffed, and sweated the whole way up the steps and across the stage to accept his diploma. Shari smiled with pride as her fat boyfriend, the handsomest man (for Greg and Shari had both recently turned eighteen) she had ever seen, accepted his diploma. Greg had a similar feeling when he watched his girlfriend accept her diploma, as her bodacious backside, love handles, and a potbelly that was on the cusp of becoming a full blown fat belly, all jiggled in tandem as she walked. And Greg even shed a tear as Shari gave her class valedictorian speech about acceptance, of self, and of others, and of finding beauty where others can't always see it. Shari looked right at her boyfriend as she said that last part, with a smile on her round face, which had the slightest beginning of a double chin.
After the feast that followed, as Greg and Shari's families celebrated their children's graduations together ( during which time Greg noticed that Shari's parents had also been getting chubbier lately, as their daughter and her boyfriend's eating habits had started to rub off on them), Greg finally decided that it was the right moment for a grand gesture. So he walked up to his girlfriend to get down on one knee.
Or rather, Greg tried to do this. But after several seconds of Greg struggling to balance, grunting from the effort of bending downwards, and almost tripping over his own two feet (since Greg hadn't been able to see them in two years, over his double belly) , Shari put her hand on Greg's shoulder to stop him from bending down. Shari then smiled and said. “ Greg Banks, will you marry me?!”
Greg smiled, then, panting and sweating heavily, said. “I was just about to ask you that. “ Everyone else in attendance of the graduation celebration laughed. But no one laughed when Greg and Shari smiled and spoke simultaneously. “ Yes!”
Greg then pulled a black box out of his jacket, and opened it to reveal a small ring with a large purple diamond (for purple was Shari's favorite color), and put it on Shari's finger. Then the newly engaged couple kissed each other passionately for almost thirty seconds, while everyone at the five star restaurant clapped.
Both Greg and Shari's families were supportive of their engagement, but Greg's family, being more conservative, tried to persuade Greg that he and Shari should wait until after college to get married. However, Greg had quickly nipped that objection in the bud when he said. “ Mom, dad, at the rate I'm growing, If I wait to marry Shari until after college, I'll be too fat for certain…activities by then. And then you aren't going to have any grandkids!” After that, Greg's parents were very supportive of Greg and Shari's decision to marry young.
However, Shari's parents suggested that Greg and their daughter at least wait until they had completed their first year of college to get married. They even bribed Shari by offering to pay for Shari's college tuition, first year housing, and even (since Shari technically kept her word by staying a single ounce ounce shy of obesity until the day she left for college) the most expensive meal plan for Shari's chosen school. Greg, who was now wealthy due to all the money he had accumulated due to his fame , supernaturally induced obesity, and some experiments he had let a doctor perform on his body while researching a cure for obesity related incidents, paid for his full college experience, including his huge meal plan, himself.
By the time their first year of college ended, and the day of the wedding arrived, Shari had purposely put on the “freshman fifty “, and the very fat woman waddled down the aisle with a smile on her chubby, double chinned face. The bride was wearing a form-fitting white dress with a large chain on her fat, cellulite covered ass (which seemed to have gained at least thirty pounds out of Shari's freshman fifty). The dress also clung tightly to Shari's large, stretch marked belly, love handles, thunder thighs, large breasts, and pillowy limbs. His bride was the most beautiful sight that Greg, who genuinely loved Shari at any size, had ever seen.
Greg, on the other hand, had gained a whopping 100 pounds (much to his bride's delight) during his freshman year, since the enormously fat man LOVED food, and couldn't stop eating! Because Greg’s body had grown faster than his legs could keep up with, Greg could barely walk a few feet under his own power now, and had to resort to using a motor scooter during the ceremony and reception. But that didn't keep Greg from looking damn good (in Shari's eyes) in a tuxedo that hugged every curve, roll, and stretchmark on her groom's huge body. And in Shari's eyes, Greg's smile that day was so beautiful on his triple chinned, round face, especially when that face was sitting on top of a body that, apart from Greg's huge arms (which were each thicker than most people's waists now) and legs (which were the size of small trees trunks) , had gained weight uniformly, making Greg's body resemble a formless blob. An enormously fat, sexy blob!
After the ceremony and obligate reception (during which Shari and Greg had chosen to dance [as well as Greg could in his scooter, anyway]to Weird Al’s classic “I'm Fat!”) Greg and Shari waddled and drove as fast as their fat bodies could manage to their honeymoon suite at a five star hotel. There the fat spouses fed each other the remaining two layers of their huge, three layer Dutch chocolate wedding cake, talking and laughing as their faces and bodies got covered in chocolate crumbs and frosting as they did so. Then the fat couple consummated their union, while licking and nibbling the remains of the cake of off each other's fat bodies.
The next morning, Greg and Shari's world tour/ honeymoon began, during which both spouses studied abroad for Shari's Sophomore year/Greg's last year of his associate's degree. During the tour around the world (during which they indestructible evil camera was dropped a the bottom of the ocean during a submarine tour) Shari got pregnant. As a consequence , the dark haired woman gained a whopping hundred pounds, and Greg gained an incredible 300 pounds, as the newly weds gorged on foods from all over the world! As a consequence, by the time Shari gave birth to twin girls, Shari couldn't walk more than a few yards at a time, and Greg was completely immobile!
Thankfully, thanks to the royalties that Greg was now receiving from the wonder drug that had been produced, using the previous experiments on his body, to make it safe for people to be fat, Greg and Shari had been able to afford both the best child care, and the best medical and home care for Greg, that money could buy. Also, Greg's moobs had gotten so fat, that they now lactated, and Greg ended up sharing nursing duties with his wife.
Soon afterwards as Shari continued her studies, Greg started his first, and as it turned out, only job, as a call center representative, a job that Greg could do while working from home. Unfortunately, because Greg's huge appetite wouldn't let him stop eating for more than a few minutes at a time, Greg was fired after a week for having his mouth full during every call. But Shari was quick to assure her husband they had enough money that he didn't need to work, and could retire young.
Greg wasn't so sure about that, and the man complained that he felt useless as a husband and father. And that he feared he might have gotten too fat, since he couldn't walk, work, or even wipe his fat ass anymore. However, Shari was quick to assure Greg, between mouthfuls of a fast food feast that both spouses were enjoying, that he wasn't useless as a husband, since being his wife made her very happy, a fact which Shari quickly demonstrated by lifting Greg’s enormous bellies, and orally pleasuring her husband as he finished the remains of the feast. Then after husband and wife both…
UUUURP! POOOT!
Burped and farted, Shari quickly reassured Greg that “ You don't have to be mobile to be to be a good parent! You help me with nursing duties, and our servants take care of the other manual labor of childrearing for us. And why would you need to wipe yourself when we have people to take care of that stuff for you?! Besides, there's no such thing as too fat!”
Shari’s smiled at she simultaneously shook her and Greg's bellies, then added. “ In fact, as messed up as this sounds, I'm glad that the evil camera came into our lives! For all the bad it brought us, it brought the two of us together, and made both of our families fat and happy! I'm actually looking forward to you becoming the world's fattest man in the future, Greg!”
Greg laughed, causing his gigantic, gelatinous body to jiggle as his stomach growled with hunger for dessert. “ That's good, because with my appetite, I'll be there before too long!” Greg shook his huge triple belly, which hung down past his knees on the bed, then shuddered with pleasure, as he wondered why, even after so many years, fat felt so damn good!
Shari laughed nervously. “But I was thinking, wouldn't it be hot if we became the world's fattest couple!? How would you feel if I kept eating, became immobile, retired early, and handed over even more child care duties to our staff? I know I could still be a great wife and mother even if it were immobile!”
Greg wasn't sure about that, but he knew one thing, that he desired Shari's happiness above all things, so he said. “ If that will make you happy, get as fat as you want!”
Shari licked her lips in anticipation as she shook her double belly, causing it, her two chins, and the rest of the dark haired woman's 300+ pound body, to jiggle. “Oh don't worry, getting that big would make me VERY HAPPY! You know how much I love FAT!”
Greg and Shari both grinned widely as an industrial sized container of whipped cream was wheeled into the room. Shari then quickly started putting the white substance all over her and Greg's bodies as she grinned. “ Now, we are going to continue our efforts to get absolutely MASSIVE by eating whipped cream off of every inch of each other's bodies!” Greg and Shari then offered their own respective right breasts to each other so they could start doing just that, right after Shari encouraged her husband to “Eat up, fat boy!”
As Greg and Shari did so, Greg silently thanked fate for bringing the Evil Camera into his and Shari's lives, as he was overcome with a certainty that him and his wife would live happily, and fatter ever after!
THE END!