"Timothy!" His mother called up the stairs, "It's time for dinner!"
Oh great! Tim was feeling peckish. The boy grunted trying to sit up, but the weight of his heavy body kept him trapped. After a moment of struggling, he was able to sit up. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he sat there for a moment, already out of breathe.
With another grunt, he stood, big belly sloshing from side to side. After steadying himself he started downstairs.
By the time, he reached the large dinner table he was completely out of breath and sweating. Huffing and puffing he pulled out his chair and lowered his fat body on to it.
Across the table, Nick and Nora eyed their obese son. Nick was an investment banker and a former star quarterback at his college. Nora, the former head cheerleader was an attorney- one of the best around to boot. The two had managed to maintain their college figures- and Nora, the fashionista she was kept the entire family perfectly dressed. Though the two's jobs funded their exorbitant lifestyles, it left them little time for their son, which was probably how Timothy was able to rocket into obesity in the first place.
Since it had taken Timothy so long to get downstairs, dinner had already been brought out. The chief, used to Tim's appetite had brought out his usual spread: three triple decker cheeseburger, an extra large serving of chili cheese fries, and a large milkshake. Without pausing, Timothy tucked in, devouring it all with gusto, shoving all the fattening fast food down.
When he was done, he leaned back and burped. He was still out of breathe from his earlier exercise and his feeding frenzy hadn't helped at all. Sweat glistened on his brow.
Nora surveyed the aftermath of the binge and then her fat son. She tapped a perfectly manicured nail on the table. "Baby. Mummy and Daddy have to talk-" Nora was interrupted by the chief who had brought out desert. Knowing talking to her son now would be useless, Nora fell silent as she watched her son stuff his face full of double chocolate cake with gooey hot fudge and a good half pint of ice cream.
When he was finish, Timothy leaned back in his chair. He put his hands on his engorged belly and sighed, happy.
Nick and Nora exchanged a worried glance.
"Right, as I was saying, baby. Daddy and I-"
Nick shot a worried glance over at his wife.
"Well, Daddy and Mummy were talking, baby, and we were thinking, that maybe we should put you on a super special diet."
That caught Timothy's attention. "What!" Tim shot up, swollen belly sloshing in his lap.
"Yeah, thanks right, champ." Nick patted his son's side sending it jiggling even more. "Just a, ah, lil diet, Sport."
"What?" Tim repeated. "No way!"
"Baby, please." Nora leaned back in her sear and crossed her legs, "Daddy and Mummy have talked about this a lot and we think it will be good for you."
Tim pouted. Throwing down his napkin Timothy hefted himself up and waggled up to his room.
Nick glanced over at his wife, "Nora, are you sure?"
The woman silenced him with a flick of her hand, "It's the only way, Nicky."
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