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His dad was right, no sense in holding it in, it was only natural. He couldn’t stop it if he wanted to though. Although his farts definitely did, but they didn’t even faze him. Though other people thought he had started to stink, Sam didn’t think he smelled all that bad actually. He kept forgetting to bathe, and figured it wouldn’t matter if he did. Sam had felt oddly lethargic lately, after finishing work, he’d go home, drink beer, and watch TV, which likely contributed to his rain. With the sudden weight gain, came a strange sense of laziness.

His paunch had gotten as fat as his father’s belly now. He couldn’t help but start to like his father’s clothes, and, besides being the only ones he’d have that still fit, was now wearing them all the time. Sam still had trouble buttoning them up over his gut. Soon Sam’s gut had actually outgrown the shirts his father had given him, but soon his dad had given him new clothes, “spares for his spare tire” he’d say with a chuckle. His dad told him to embrace it, he still looked good. Besides, he’d actually started enjoying the food. Although he said he’d start dieting and exercising, his father told him he was overthinking it, plus, with him and his father eating out each day, he didn’t want to turn down any orders and be rude. He was shocked when found his dad’s shirts starting to fit him better. The changes in diet had begun leaving a mark on Sam’s waistline.

Soon his dad was ordering the same thing for both of them. Oddly, he’d started getting the same orders as his father did.

Sam wasn’t super fond of them, but gradually came to find the food alright. His father had also started taking him out to restaurants, of course the restaurants he wanted to eat at. They were still too big on him, but for some reason, it always seemed like his dads shirts were the first ones he’d grab and wear for the day. Unsurprisingly, they no long fit him, so Sam was getting them.

Later his father had decided to give him some of his old clothes. It was still a bit embarrassing to be out in public with this fat, smelly old man, who’d constantly rip ass without a care. At first he was suspicious, but slowly got used to it, even though his father was no less slobby or unhygienic. It was the most interaction he’d recieved from his father in years. It began when his dad started taking a greater interest in his life, his job, etc. His father told him to wait until he was his age, then he’d see. He’d always regarded him as a lazy, fat slob, and didn’t really respect him.

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