This choice: Better not (these jeans are tight enough) • Go Back...Chapter #6Better not (these jeans are tight enough) by: fat_hiker   Frankie looked down at the vast spread of breakfast, then fiddled with his waistband. These new jeans were painfully tight; Frankie thought they might even burst when he sat down. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to eat all that breakfast on the first day, he thought. However his stomach had other ideas, and let out a long, painful gurgle. Despite his rather large midnight snack, Frankie was famished, probably from his battle to get his clothes on.
His mother patted his hungry belly in passing. "Sounds like someone's hungry!"
Frankie looked down at his belly, fiddled with his waistband, even grabbed a roll of fat with one hand, trying to decide what to do.
His mother spotted his hesitation, and stopped by him.
"Those jeans are too tight, aren't they, my little butterball?" she said in a loving tone of voice. "I thought they might be. And I bet that shirt is a bit small. Head back upstairs - there's a 'Vast Waistband' shopping bag just inside my bedroom door. I got some bigger jeans and shirts for you yesterday, my growing pumpkin. Leave those ones in the bag and I'll return them."
"Mom, I love you, you're the best!" Frankie said in relief. Hauling his gelatinous quarter ton back up the stairs, he panted with both exertion and relief. Grabbing the shopping bag and heading into his own room, he, straining, strips off the constricting jeans and shirt. In the bag he finds two pairs - one bigger, and one much bigger. With effort, reaching around his globular gut, he pulls the bigger pair on - and finds that they're actually stretch denim, a kind he's never had before! They don't restrict his gut at all! And the t-shirt is much longer than his previous one... no gap at all around his gutline.
Feeling very happy about first day in new clothes now, Frankie fairly bounces down the stairs.
At the table, Frankie gorged through his heaping plate, plus a second mounded plate and then three extra pancakes and sausages. Pushing back from the table, he felt replete – pleasantly stuffed. Resisting the urge to belch (his mother's table rules forbid it), the teen blimp massaged his swollen belly, easing the tension within.
His mother, happy her flock was full, now urged them along. "Time to go kids, school bells don’t wait." Passing them their lunches, Frankie's mom marshalled her obese brood out the car.
The first stop was Jake’s middle school. Frankie found walking distances a chore, but Jake absolutely detested having to walk any distance. Their mom angled her minivan as close to the school doors as possible, then Frankie helped push the immense ten year old up from his seat and out the sliding door. Frankie watch as Jake made his laborious way up to the school's doors, pausing every few steps to catch his breathe. Jake’s belly bounced and swayed as he waddled, threatening to pop out of his shirt with every step.
Frankie deemed his younger brother a cute kid. Jake’s baby fat and chubby cheeks had made him very adorable when he was younger, an image that his curly blonde hair still suggested. However, even Frankie could see that if something wasn’t done, if Jake’s growth didn’t slow, Jake would soon be immobile – maybe even by the time he became a teenager! Frankie wasn’t sure how he felt about that – not that he was a super athlete or anything himself.
Frankie and Jenna’s high school was only a few blocks away from the middle school, but Frankie's mother drove the distance, ‘to save time’, though also because she knew Frankie would be sweaty if he had to walk that far in a hurry.
"Have fun on your first day, you two!" their mother called, as they headed away from the minivan. Jenna rolled her eyes, but Frankie grinned back at her.
However, his momentary positive spirits soon evaporated. As soon as he entered, Frankie knew that this year would be no different - as he passed, other kids would point at his obese body, and a few even openly commented. This high school had many feeder schools, so the kids who knew Frankie and his extraordinarily fat body were outnumbered by others who had never seen a 500 pound guy before – and Frankie could just read the shock and revulsion in their eyes.
Despite his slow rate of progress, Frankie made it to his new homeroom on time. As he crammed himself into a desk, he felt sweat dribbling down his back. The desk was a tight fit – like the first pair of jeans he’d had on this morning, he really overflowed it, but he was used to that at school. Sometimes he got lucky and a classroom would have chairs and table, but not often.
He tried to lean back, and quiet his panting.
"Um... Hi."
Frankie looked around, not believing anybody would speak to him. Standing beside the desk was a smiling boy. He looked friendly, and reinforced this with a smile, and looked Asian-American – something about the eyes. Frankie wondered if he was Korean or Japanese – there were some good Korean and Japanese restaurants in the city.
"I'm Case,” he said and extended his right hand.
Frankie took the boy's hand in his sweaty one. "Frankie."
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