CONTENT WARNING: Sike, I never do these. Read at your own risk, pussy.

  

David's wife and children were... unique. At least at one point in time, they would have been unique. However, in the modern age of indulgence, quality healthcare, and societal values that we enjoy in our year of 2062, they weren't so unique after all.

Let's begin with his wife, Maria. Having lived during the pre-obese era, she still retained memories of what life was like without constant assistance from machines. Back when David and she had met, being fat was a faux pas; those who couldn’t control their appetite were looked upon with scorn and distaste. However, as the years flew by, obesity became more and more prevalent, and fewer people could call out the gluttony of the populace without being hypocritical. That is to say, more and more people became so overfed that insulting or belittling others for their weight would be ridiculous due to the increasingly helpful medical care we enjoyed, and the increasingly greedy lifestyle everyone seemed to partake in. In other words, everyone was becoming obese, so looking down on others for just “enjoying the fruits of the first world” would be unfair. Maria was an “early bloomer” in regard to these ideals, she grew up chubby, was fat by middle school, and by the time she was 2 kids into her marriage she became quite hefty indeed. Hovering somewhere between 300 and 350 pounds at the lower end of the 5-foot spectrum, she carried her weight awkwardly and waddled more than walked. In the current year, she actually was atypical: most housewives weighed significantly more than she did and didn’t spend nearly as much time doing actual work around the house as Maria was obligated to. The reason she was obligated to do said work was her 2 daughters.

  

Despite the very helpful assistance from BT robots that were installed around the house, Maria still had to do plenty of cleaning up for her and David’s daughters, Jessica and Miranda. BT was a company which was founded in 2029 and quickly saw massive profits due to the need to care for the morbidly obese around the country. Robots, medicine, accessibility options, and all kinds of products catered specifically to the fattened-up livestock which had begun to make up the majority of our country at the time. As the populace grew in size, so did BT. Their revolutionary work took an enormous foothold in our economy, as the enormous fatties supporting it took less and less footholds on the ground. Mobility scooters, various utility machines and pills which counteracted all of the embarrassing negative side effects of obesity became universally accepted, and the founder of the company made an enormous fortune.

  

Kids like Miranda were the backbone of BT’s market. Miranda was 17, and along with the majority of kids her age relied on BT technology to live life “normally”. Miranda was quite an overfed girl, and yet was fashionable, prim, and proper. Having a bit of a “masculine” streak, she tended to wear button up collared shirts, the kind which you’d normally see under a sportscoat on a man. Often dressing like a secretary, she would tuck her fattened gut into her pants, leaving it to bulge over her waistband heavily and ooze between the buttons of her shirt. Heavy thighs strained her dress pants, and thick arms filled out her sleeves. Her heavy chin bulged over her collar and her beautiful blonde hair came down nearly to her butt in a neat ponytail. From an ancient point of view (say, one from 2021) she was shockingly clean and well maintained for her size. Her clothing choices, despite being clean and fashionable, resulted in teasing and belittling from her classmates. Wearing boyish things without being lesbian at the time had other kids at school calling her a poser, in a time when being a tomboy was ridiculed and considered preposterous. All of that resulted in her turning to her most reliable comfort, food.

Miranda ate and ate, whether she was bored, frustrated, happy, or any other emotion under the sun. Becoming rather coddled by David and Maria as society became more and more lax towards obesity, she gradually gained weight and became more and more sedentary. Nowadays, her dressed-up outfits barely fit her, clinging to every roll and bulge of blubber for dear life. Her potbelly hung heavily over a strained waist, barely contained by pants desperately containing thickened thighs and holding up a very, very large muffin top. Arms lazily resting at her sides, she would waddle down the front yard to the school bus which creaked upon her entry, and eventually find herself stuffed in terribly undersized school desks considering the student body was now dreadfully unhealthy. Miranda, like her similarly sized friends, didn’t know when to stop. She overindulged at every meal, satisfied at all times by the sheer volume of food presented to her by the school, her parents, her friends, and every other place imaginable. Relying more and more on the BT installations at the house, she became lazier and more gluttonous as she grew older, more sedentary, and most importantly more and more obese. There wasn’t a moment where dear Miranda was not in her happy place, especially once the bullying fazed out… due to everyone else in her school becoming just as obese as she was. She was fattened, well fed, and happy.

  

The same could not be said for Jessica, her sister. Having grown up in the heart of the obesity epidemic (the real one, not the one from the early 2000s) she was not pleased just by eating every few hours. She was a pampered, spoiled princess who grew up knowing nothing but getting whatever her clogged little heart desired- which was of course, food. Waddling with no purpose besides to another greedy handful of snacks to push down her fattened little gullet at a once-considered obscenely young age of 12, she now fit in quite well with her peers who she shared online classes with. Or maybe didn’t fit would be a better descriptor- she constantly outgrew her clothing, seats, and even the size of her meals. Jessica would whine and groan and complain at the effort of lugging her blob of a body around and demand more food until she simply didn’t have to move for her meals. That being the reason for her online classes: Jessica had gobbled up so many treats over her short lifetime she needed a wheelchair to even get around, and assistance to heave her bulk. Her going to school normally was impossible. She would sweat, wheeze, and huff her blubbery figure between the couch and the bed- a year or so back, David and Maria had given up on the idea of her sitting at the dinner table with them. Just getting off of the couch had become such an effort for her parents that they only did it when absolutely necessary.

Her arms had caked up into multi-rolled blobs, with porky wrists encroaching on the space for fattened hands with stubby, greasy sausage fingers, which she cutely licked and sucked clean during the rare times she stopped eating. Just lifting them was quite the effort for Jessica, since her muscle mass had deteriorated to the point of it being only 20% or so of her body in total. In fact, she rarely did lift her winged arms and was typically fed by the BT-installed robot. Due to it being abused so often by the family, the poor machine would sometimes miscalculate where Jessica’s portly lips were- maybe because of how obese her face had become, it begun confusing the thick roll of fat which sat under her normal chin as her mouth. This would result in grease and crumbs being (un)fortunately slathered on the piglet’s neck roll, leaving it shiny, slick, and very, very soft.

That obese neck sat comfortably on a mountain of pork below it: her shoulders bulging around poorly fitted bra-straps, and her massive tits plopped on what lay below. Jessica was never meant to be well-endowed, however, even at her young age she had grown herself a pair which had her wearing a bra at one point. Well, she should have needed a bra for support- but due to her lazy and slothful lifestyle of simply sitting down and eating 24/7, her breasts laid on top of her hyper-obese, gigantic gut. Her tummy was so titanic that it nearly covered her entire lap, if not for it being plopped between her embiggened thighs. A multi-rolled, fattened monstrosity, the giant tire connected all the way around to her back and formed roll after roll all over her torso. Her gut controlled her entire life- it told her when to wake up, it told her when to eat, when to sit down because she was too heavy, when to use the bathroom, everything. It poured heavily over obese thighs dripping with flab and excess meat, touching each other no matter how far apart she spread her legs, which was typically all the way apart to make room for her belly. She was completely controlled by her gluttonous impulses and helpless to stop herself. Mind and body dominated by food, she would throw a tantrum after a pathetic amount of time without a greasy snack to shove down her throat, which used to consist of flailing about, screaming, kicking her fattened legs and crying for more calories. However, her tremendous size made these fits impossible nowadays, and she would simply pat and rub her tummy while begging mommy and daddy for more to eat in between labored breaths. Jessica would find anything to suck on or chew while she didn’t have food at the ready. She would suck on her thumb, chew gum, or even dig through her own folds of fat to find a missed snack. And when she didn’t have something in her mouth, the whole house wasn’t happy, so she nearly always did.

  

And, uh, yeah. David’s family at one point was unique, but in today’s age, they weren’t so unique after all.