The Furtive Fattening

Chapter One:

     Max had always been fat.  He didn't mind, in fact, he kind of enjoyed it.  It went along with his hobby...eating.  He loved to eat and eat until he felt like bursting, which is just what he was finishing doing that fateful afternoon, the first of summer.
     He was just finishing lunch, two hoagies, a bag of chips, six Ding Dongs and three cans of soda to wash it all down.  As he was just polishing off the late Ding Dong, his mother came into the dining room and stared at him in anger.  His bloated belly was already hanging out of his t-shirt and over his short's waistband, exposed to the naval.  He new he was in for another lecture on gluttony.
     "I thought there was enough lunch there for two people..." she started.
     Max just let out a quiet belch as she went on.  Then the usual feeling started in his bladder and bowels.  As regular as clock work, after a big meal, Max needed to get to the toilet and fast.  He could never hold it very long and often worried about soiling his trousers.  It had only happened once in his life.  When he was just over ten, he and his mother had been dining at a local "all you can eat" buffet.  They had to leave before he could get to the restroom be cause he had popped the button on his pants and couldn't get it fastened again.  He was so embarrased he headed right for the car.  Just as they left the parking lot, he got the urge.  It was all he could do to hold it and it hurt.  There was still about 15 minutes left to get home.  He felt that if he could fart, that would relieve some of the pressure so he tried.  About two turds had come out into his pants and another had started before he could stop himself.  Boy, was mom mad then!
     As his mom went on and on, Max concentrated on holding it.  He new if she didn't let him it to the toilet soon, it would be too late.  As he squirmed in his chair, he felt the first bits of warm wetness on his crotch.
     His mom's jaw dropped and eyes bulged as she saw the wet spot growing below his belly and spreading down his left thigh.  "I'm gonna poop!" he cried.
     "Get to the bathroom you filthy pig!" she screamed.
     And not a moment too soon.  Max kept peeing as he ran down the hall and into the john.  The first turd was coming out as he rounded the door and was halfway out when he pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat down on the stool. He had a few quiet moments to enjoy his movement before his mother came in.
     "That does it!  Now your stuffing yourself has made another mess.  You are going on a diet, starting now.  When you're done, change you clothes and get out of here.  I don't want to see you back 'till supper."  And with that she left.  Max finished, wiped himself, change into dry shorts, and waddled outside to his friends' club house.
     His neighborhood friends had a nice big clubhouse a good ways into the nearby woods.  Someone's dad had built it a year or two ago.  It was about three feet off the ground on sturdy supports.  It had small windows, a door some chairs inside and was very secluded.
     He knew his friend Craig would know what to do.  Max couldn't go all summer on a diet.  He was scared of the pain of starving.  Craig always admired Max's mighty girth.  Although Max was a few months over 12, he tipped the scales at about 185 lbs.  He didn't even bother with the husky section at the stores.  His 38 inch waist was beyond their measures.  He had to shop in the men's section and mom would adjust the lengths.  
     Craig liked the way Max carried his weight.  Not like other fat kids, flabby and fleshy.  Max was round.  His belly looked like had had just swallowed a beach ball.  His two tits hung over his stomach but they didn't look like a women's.  The nipples were small.  His buttocks were also very large and round and the top of his crack often made an appearance over the back of his trousers when he sat down.  
     Yes, Craig wouldn't let Max suffer on a diet.

Chapter Two:

     Max told Craig and the gang his afternoon's story, leaving out the messy part.  Craig took charge immediately.
     " We can't let our chubby little friend end up going hungry all summer.  I don't want to see him lose a single pound.  That'll show his old lady!" he started, "Here's my idea.  Every afternoon, raid your refridgerators.  Bring back all the food you can find, beg, borrow or steal if need be.  We'll bring it all here every day after lunch and let our Maxxie pig out."
     "Great!" a boy named Richie retorted, "My brother works at the bakery.  He can give me their leftover breakfast stuff after noon.  There'll be doughnuts, muffins, all kinds of stuff."
     "Then it's a deal.  Max, give me any money you may have, and I'll get burgers.  We'll call this 'Operation: Secret Stuffing'  Don't tell your folks."
     "How about 'Operation: Feed the Fat Boy'," a boy named Mark shouted.  The looks from Craig and Richie told him he was out of line.
     "It was just a joke." he said.

     Max was much relieved when he got home.  His friends would take care of everything.  He sat down down to his first diet supper.  Broiled chicken beast, string beans, a half a cup of white rice and ice water.  No desert!  Max moped dejectedly as he headed off to an early bed.  Not because he was tired as much as he knew he had a super size Snicker Bar hidden in his underwear drawer that he couldn't wait to nibble on.  Most evenings he spent snacking for about three hours in front of the tube.  T.V. was no fun without chewing something.
     He got into his pajamas and crawled into bed, munching on the candy bar.  He soon started dreaming of large pizzas with everything, banana splits and hot fudge sundaes.  He dreamed about stuffing himself all day and getting so fat he could barely walk.  People would bring him whatever he wanted to eat as he layed in bed watching T.V. Then he would get so fat he couldn't feed himself so people would do it for him.  He woke in the morning with a growling tummy and a tiny bowl of Special K for breakfast.  He watched the clock for the noon hour and was soon on his way to the clubhouse.
     He could smell the food as he got near the door.  When he got in he saw a table loaded with enough food for an army.  Doughnuts, burgers, sandwiches, pieces of pie and cake, anything a hungry boy could want.  Richie was dusting off a chair and motioned for Max to sit down.  When he did, Richie tied a napkin around his neck.
     "Dig in!" Craig said.  And for about 45 minutes, that's just what Max did.
     When he was done, even he was amazed by how much he had consumed.  There was nothing left.  Max smiled as his stuffed and bloated belly became the center of attention.  Craig came over to him and lifted up Max's t-shirt and began to rub his big white belly.
     "I can't believe you fit it all in there," he said, "I wish I coulda video taped it.  You were amazing!"
     Max just smiled and burped.  Then, the familiar feeling started again.  His bathroom at home was a good ten minute away, and walking was the hardest way to hold it in.  Besides, he knew it would be too late by then anyway.  He needed to find a place nearby and fast.
     "I've gotta poop!" he shouted and headed for the door.
     Craig and Richie followed him out.  Great, Max thought, I don't want an audience.  He kept look around for a private spot to drop his load, but he other two boys just followed.  Finally, Max had to unzip his fly and let his penis out to at least pee, which is what he did as kept looking for a bush to hide from Craig and Richie's prying eyes.  At last, he could hold it no longer.  He dropped his pants to his ankles and squatted next to a tree, and not a moment too soon.
     "We're your friends, Max," Craig said after a minute, "We just fed you for a day.  You owe us that much."
     "I'm just a little embarrassed," Max replied, "I can't hold it long after a big meal and nobody's really seen me naked."
     "You should get used to it," Richie said, "we gotta take showers in gym next year."
     "I've got another idea," Craig began, "We can solve this bathroom problem for you tomorrow.  I can't tell you about it now.  Show up here for another meal tomorrow. Same time."
     The next day, Max arrived as planned and table was laid out with even more food than the day before.  A sheet covered something in one corner of the clubhouse.  Max settled down to enjoy his big meal.  
     When he finished, the button on his trousers was straining to hold in has swollen gut.  Craig and Richie took turns patting and rubbing Max's bloated belly that was exposed for all to see.  Right on time, his bowels made their calling.
     Craig said, "Here's the suprise I promised you."
     Richie and Todd pulled the sheet away and under it was...a toilet.  They had cut a hole in the floor of the clubhouse under the stool and dug a hole under that below.  The only thing it lacked was privacy, but Max had such a need, it didn't matter.  He dropped his drawers in front of everyone, sat down and made himself at home.
     This went on every day for about two weeks.  Then one evening Max came home and smelled the familiar smell of his favorite meal, spaghetti.  When he got to the dining room table, his plate was piled high with spaghetti and sauce with meatball, sausages and golden garlic bread.  He looked questioningly at his mother.
     She smiled and said, "You're off the diet.  I'm sorry.  I over reacted.  I hate to see you so unhappy every day.  Dig in.  I have cheese cake for desert."
     Max finished about a ton of speghetti and two pieces of cheese cake then settled in front of the T.V. with a bag of Chip's Ahoys, a six pack of pop and a new out look on life.  Wait 'till I tell the guys, he thought to himself as he helped himself to another piece of cheese cake before going to bed.
     Then a new thought occured to him as he settled his bloated and stuffed body on the bed.  If I don't tell them, I get four big meals a day.  Plus snacks.  I kinda look forward to the feast at the club.  I won't tell them right away.
     So that's just what he did.


Chapter Three:

     It was the end of June when Max's mom let him off the diet.  By the end of July, Max still hadn't decided to tell his friends and kept filling his already full belly at the clubhouse daily.  Mark was the first to become suspecious when Max's clothes began looking first a little, then alot tighter.  Craig figuered it was just 'cause they were doing such a good job that Max had to squeeze sideways through the clubhouse door.
     Max, meanwhile, felt just a little guilty about the situation.  But just a little.  Meanwhile, he was bustin' out of all his clothes.  Any pants that were supposed to snap or button now had a good three inch gap where they were supposed to come together.  Most of his t-shirts didn't cover all his stomach even before a meal and forget about a button up the front shirt.  Even his elastic waist gym shorts, that were a little big in school, couldn't be pulled over his belly.  They had to be kept under it as his gut spilled over it like a big sack.
     He had taken to wearing just his briefs while sitting around the house, just to be comfortable.  When Max caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror coming out of the shower one evening, even he was amazed by his new size.  His belly covered the big mirror from side to side and he thought he had added another chin to his collection.  He had never been able to see his genitals looking down, but now he had to lift his tummy to see them in the mirror.  It blocked everything to the top of his meaty thighs.  On a whim, he thought he's get on mom's bathroom scale.  Just to see where he was at.
     208 lbs!  He couldn't believe his eyes so he got on again.  208 lbs.  Wow!  He promised himself he's tell the guys tomorrow...or the next day.  by the next morning, though, that wouldn't be an issue.

     Richie had run into Max's mother that morning at the grocery store.  He thought he'd be smart and asked her how Max was doing on his diet.
     "My dear," she said, "that's nice of you to ask but, Max has been off that diet for a month now.  Summer's not a good time to lose weight and..."
      She went on for a while but Richie had stopped listening.  That rat!  He thought.  As soon as he got home,  Richie called Craig and told him about the diet.  Craig told Mark and the others.  Everyone was quite upset to be taken in when trying to be nice.  Craig was especially hurt.
     "Again," he started when all had gathered for a morning meeting, "I have just the plan for revenge.  Bring the food this afternoon as usual but me and Richie have a few adjustments we'll need to make to the clubhouse.   Don't tell Max we know his secret!"

     That afternoon, Max came to the clubhouse as usual.  By now he could barely fit through the door.  After I eat I'll tell, he thought to himself.  Inside was the usual table, loaded high with tons of good stuff.  Max sat and started devouring with his usual gusto, clearing the table in just less then an hour.  His belly was so full, while sitting in the chair it caused his plump breasts up into his neck sending his neck flab up to his cheeks.  He looked like the Michilan man.  He let out a loud fart.
     "Well," he started, "gotta go."
     As he walked over to where the toilet sat covered in the corner.  Mark pulled the sheet away to reveal... it was gone!  The hole had also been neatly replace.
     "Hey guys," he Max said, "What's up?"
     "Grab him!" Craig said.  Two boys siezed Max by the arms and held him firm.
     "I talked to your mom today, Maxxie," Richie stated, "Is there something about your diet you forgot to tell us about?"
     "I was gonna tell you soon. Honest.  Weren't we having a good time though?"
     "That's not the point, Max." Craig lectured, "We trusted you and you let us down."
     By now the pressure was building in Max's bladder and rectum.  He farted loudly again and looked pained.  
     "Whatcha gonna do?" he asked.
     "Do it!" Craig ordered.
     All at once, all the boys pounced on Max, removing his shorts and shirt, and tying ropes around his wrists and ankles.  Each wrist rope was tied to a hook on either side of the clubhouse as was the ankle ropes and before he knew it, Max was tied spread eagle in the middle of the clubhouse clad only in his stretched out briefs.
     "Don't hurt me, please," Max said as he began to cry.
     "We're not gonna hurt you, my fat friend.  Just letting you hang around here for a while." Craig retorted.  "Want another twinkie?" and he shoved a twinkie into Max's mouth which he swallowed instinctively.
     Then it hit him.  There was no way to get to a toilet or even the bushes.  He could hold it for a bit if he could get his legs to cross but they were spread about shoulder width apart.  And the pressure in his bladder was getting stronger all the time.
     "Come on guys," Max said, "This isn't funny.  I gotta go to the bathroom bad!"
     "Go ahead," Richie said as he stood closer to Max and looked excited.
     "You want me to pee and poop my pants?  Are you crazy!"  But Max knew he couldn't hold out much longer.  Maybe if he peed they'd let him go.  Then he could rush to bushes or something.  He knew he had a massive dump ready to come out at any minute.  His firm fat gut wiggled as he struggled against the ropes to no avail.
     Then as all watched, the front of Max's white underwear turned dark and yellow.  Soon the stream was running down both his thighs and puddling on the floor at his feet.  At times the yellow stream was so strong went right through the wet fabric of his underwear.  Max was crying now in humiliation and pain in holding back his bowels.  The rest of the boys were smiling and moving around to behind Max for the rest of the show.  Max knew there was no way they were letting him go any time soon.  He could hold it no more.
     "I'M GONNA POOP!" Max shouted.
     With that, all could see the bottom of his wet yellow briefs get heavy between his huge butt cheeks as Max took his dump.  You could almost hear the turds crackle and pop as the exited his butthole and piled up in his underwear.  Because there was nowhere for it to go, it pushed up in the front behind his testicals then up his crack and sagged down his thighs.  The load was so heavy and large that the weight of it caused his briefs to droop down so they could see the top of Max's large round butt.  Max wept quietly.
     When it looked like he was done, Mark came up behind him and pulled out and down a little on Max's waistband, exposing the top of the large and smelly pile sticking to his large smooth buttocks in his drawers.
     "That's quite a mess, Maxxie," he said. "Wedgie!"
     With that, he pulled the brief's waistband halfway up Max's back.  The crotch of the heavily burdoned undies disappeared into crack of Max's ass and all the poop oozed all over everything.
     Craig approached Max's face. "Try explaining that to your mom!"

                              THE END

    Chapter One


    Max couldn't remember who let him loose or gave him clothes back. He could
remeber pulling the soiled underwear out of his butt crack and pulling his
shorts on over the very full and stinking briefs. He remembered the feel of
his own poop as it squished around between his cheeks and thighs as he walked
home. It didn't feel as bad as he thought!
    When he got home, his older brother Paul was there. Paul took one whiff
and exclaimed:
    "What happened to you?"
    "I ... uh... had a little accident."
    "Let's see if we can get you cleaned up before mom gets here. Head for the
john."
    Paul helped Max get out of his shorts and shirt. Shoes, too. Max stood in
the tub in just his incredibly loaded undershorts.
    "Man!" Paul said, "you sure can go. I don't think I ever took a dump this
big. Its everywhere."
    Max bit his lip. He didn't want to tell how it happened. It was basicly
his fault. He should have been honest with his friends. Pauled helped him get
off his briefs and tossed it in the toilet. Max's entire large butt was
covered with brown poop. It was caked up and out of his crack and all over his
little genitals. It took them both alot of soap and scrubbing to get it off.
When Max was cleaned and rinsed, he dried off and redressed in clean
underwear, baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Then he carried the soiled briefs to
the washing machine and hoped he could get them clean.
    When his mom got home, they had supper. Niether Paul nor Max said anything
about the "accident". Max stuffed himself with his usual amount 'til his belly
felt like bursting. Then he waddled out to the TV room and settled in a bean
bag chair for some tube while Paul cleared the supper mess. Max's thoughts
drifted to the events of the day, especially the pooping. It wasn't that bad,
he thought. In fact, he kind of enjoyed it.
    Before long, the familiar urge returned to Max's bowels. He needed to go
but didn't want to get up. Wouldn't it be great, he thought, to never have to
get up for the toilet. Just to go where ever you are. The pressure was
building to the point of no return. He knew if he didn't head for the can soon
he would be a mess again. He gazed down and watched his bloated belly rise and
fall as he breathed.
    Without much thought, he let his urine go. He soaked his crotch and the
bean bag chair. Then came the poop. He spread his legs and pushed out another
mammoth load. It filled what little room he had in his shorts and spread out.
Alot. He just sat there and enjoyed it.
    Just then, his mother came out. She sniffed the air. Then she looked at
Max. Max pretended he was asleep.
    "Max!" she cried. "What have you done?"
    Max pretened to wake up and be surprised. "Oh, No." he said.
    "get to the bathroom young man!"
    Max got up slowly. He was really loaded. The briefs sagged with the weight
of the poop and he could feel it smear between his thighs as he walked. He was
in ecstasy!.
    He went to the bathroom and disrobed in the tub again. He deposited the
heavily soiled briefs in the toilet for a rinsing and scrubbed himself off. It
wasn't as much fun alone. When he was done and dry, he returned to his room.
His mom was waiting there for him.
    "Don't bother dressing." she said so Max sat on his bed naked. His belly
rested on his lap. His mother looked sadly at him for a long time.
    Finally she said, "Max, I don't know what to do. I can handle your
appitite and your large size but.... I've decided to put you back in diapers."
    Diapers! Max thought. For me? He looked down at himself, "Do they make 'em
big enough?" he asked.
    "Yes," she replied. "I'm getting some tomorrow along with plastic pants
and training pants. You'll wear the diapers all the time you are not at
school. Even out to play. The training pants are for school and I hope you
don't decide to start soiling there, too. I know you weren't asleep in the
bean bag and I found the underwear your tried to wash. They were very stained."
    Max thought about diapers and being out to play. What would his friends
think or say?
    "I talked it over with Paul. He will change you and if he's not around, I
will. If none of us are around... well, you'll just have to sit in the mess
for a while. I'm sorry to do this, but I can't see any other way."
    She walked back out. Max got up and went to his underwear drawer for a
clean pair. They were all gone! What to do now?

Chapter Three:

     It was the end of June when Max's mom let him off the diet.  By the end of July, Max still hadn't decided to tell his friends and kept filling his already full belly at the clubhouse daily.  Mark was the first to become suspecious when Max's clothes began looking first a little, then alot tighter.  Craig figuered it was just 'cause they were doing such a good job that Max had to squeeze sideways through the clubhouse door.
     Max, meanwhile, felt just a little guilty about the situation.  But just a little.  Meanwhile, he was bustin' out of all his clothes.  Any pants that were supposed to snap or button now had a good three inch gap where they were supposed to come together.  Most of his t-shirts didn't cover all his stomach even before a meal and forget about a button up the front shirt.  Even his elastic waist gym shorts, that were a little big in school, couldn't be pulled over his belly.  They had to be kept under it as his gut spilled over it like a big sack.
     He had taken to wearing just his briefs while sitting around the house, just to be comfortable.  When Max caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror coming out of the shower one evening, even he was amazed by his new size.  His belly covered the big mirror from side to side and he thought he had added another chin to his collection.  He had never been able to see his genitals looking down, but now he had to lift his tummy to see them in the mirror.  It blocked everything to the top of his meaty thighs.  On a whim, he thought he's get on mom's bathroom scale.  Just to see where he was at.
     208 lbs!  He couldn't believe his eyes so he got on again.  208 lbs.  Wow!  He promised himself he's tell the guys tomorrow...or the next day.  by the next morning, though, that wouldn't be an issue.

     Richie had run into Max's mother that morning at the grocery store.  He thought he'd be smart and asked her how Max was doing on his diet.
     "My dear," she said, "that's nice of you to ask but, Max has been off that diet for a month now.  Summer's not a good time to lose weight and..."
      She went on for a while but Richie had stopped listening.  That rat!  He thought.  As soon as he got home,  Richie called Craig and told him about the diet.  Craig told Mark and the others.  Everyone was quite upset to be taken in when trying to be nice.  Craig was especially hurt.
     "Again," he started when all had gathered for a morning meeting, "I have just the plan for revenge.  Bring the food this afternoon as usual but me and Richie have a few adjustments we'll need to make to the clubhouse.   Don't tell Max we know his secret!"

     That afternoon, Max came to the clubhouse as usual.  By now he could barely fit through the door.  After I eat I'll tell, he thought to himself.  Inside was the usual table, loaded high with tons of good stuff.  Max sat and started devouring with his usual gusto, clearing the table in just less then an hour.  His belly was so full, while sitting in the chair it caused his plump breasts up into his neck sending his neck flab up to his cheeks.  He looked like the Michilan man.  He let out a loud fart.
     "Well," he started, "gotta go."
     As he walked over to where the toilet sat covered in the corner.  Mark pulled the sheet away to reveal... it was gone!  The hole had also been neatly replace.
     "Hey guys," he Max said, "What's up?"
     "Grab him!" Craig said.  Two boys siezed Max by the arms and held him firm.
     "I talked to your mom today, Maxxie," Richie stated, "Is there something about your diet you forgot to tell us about?"
     "I was gonna tell you soon. Honest.  Weren't we having a good time though?"
     "That's not the point, Max." Craig lectured, "We trusted you and you let us down."
     By now the pressure was building in Max's bladder and rectum.  He farted loudly again and looked pained.  
     "Whatcha gonna do?" he asked.
     "Do it!" Craig ordered.
     All at once, all the boys pounced on Max, removing his shorts and shirt, and tying ropes around his wrists and ankles.  Each wrist rope was tied to a hook on either side of the clubhouse as was the ankle ropes and before he knew it, Max was tied spread eagle in the middle of the clubhouse clad only in his stretched out briefs.
     "Don't hurt me, please," Max said as he began to cry.
     "We're not gonna hurt you, my fat friend.  Just letting you hang around here for a while." Craig retorted.  "Want another twinkie?" and he shoved a twinkie into Max's mouth which he swallowed instinctively.
     Then it hit him.  There was no way to get to a toilet or even the bushes.  He could hold it for a bit if he could get his legs to cross but they were spread about shoulder width apart.  And the pressure in his bladder was getting stronger all the time.
     "Come on guys," Max said, "This isn't funny.  I gotta go to the bathroom bad!"
     "Go ahead," Richie said as he stood closer to Max and looked excited.
     "You want me to pee and poop my pants?  Are you crazy!"  But Max knew he couldn't hold out much longer.  Maybe if he peed they'd let him go.  Then he could rush to bushes or something.  He knew he had a massive dump ready to come out at any minute.  His firm fat gut wiggled as he struggled against the ropes to no avail.
     Then as all watched, the front of Max's white underwear turned dark and yellow.  Soon the stream was running down both his thighs and puddling on the floor at his feet.  At times the yellow stream was so strong went right through the wet fabric of his underwear.  Max was crying now in humiliation and pain in holding back his bowels.  The rest of the boys were smiling and moving around to behind Max for the rest of the show.  Max knew there was no way they were letting him go any time soon.  He could hold it no more.
     "I'M GONNA POOP!" Max shouted.
     With that, all could see the bottom of his wet yellow briefs get heavy between his huge butt cheeks as Max took his dump.  You could almost hear the turds crackle and pop as the exited his butthole and piled up in his underwear.  Because there was nowhere for it to go, it pushed up in the front behind his testicals then up his crack and sagged down his thighs.  The load was so heavy and large that the weight of it caused his briefs to droop down so they could see the top of Max's large round butt.  Max wept quietly.
     When it looked like he was done, Mark came up behind him and pulled out and down a little on Max's waistband, exposing the top of the large and smelly pile sticking to his large smooth buttocks in his drawers.
     "That's quite a mess, Maxxie," he said. "Wedgie!"
     With that, he pulled the brief's waistband halfway up Max's back.  The crotch of the heavily burdoned undies disappeared into crack of Max's ass and all the poop oozed all over everything.
     Craig approached Max's face. "Try explaining that to your mom!"

                              THE END