The Robinsons, from Surrey, were your average family. Dad, Dave, 46 and Mum, Marie, 44, had been married for twenty years. They first met in the queue for a burger van at Reading Festival while waiting for the Stereophonics to play. Their daughter, April, was born nine months later in April 2001. They named her after the character from the Turtles. Their first son, Michael, came nine months after their wedding in 2005. The family was complete when their little bundle of surprise, Jakey, arrived in 2010. They lived in a nice but standard three bed semi in Guildford, with Dave commuting into London five days a week to perform his job as an insurance underwriter. Mum, Marie, worked as a teacher at the local pre-school, and all three children happily attended the local Christ’s College for many years, though April and Michael had now finished and moved on to further studies.

 

They were a happy lower middle class family who liked nothing more than their annual summer holiday to Spain. For the last few years though, they had to forgo this one joy, as they had been forced into tightening their belts due to brexit, covid, and the general state of the faltering British economy. After several years of saving; April, Michael, and Jakey, were thrilled to hear in March, 2025, that they would once more be returning to their favourite hotel in Marbella that summer: Hotel de la Gorda. “Time to loosen the belt and head back to Spain,” Dave happily declared over Sunday dinner to the whole family.

 

The family had been to the same hotel three times previously, in 2015, 2016, and 2017. Where they had many happy memories of the pool, games room, bar, restaurants, and buffet. They would once more be staying full board at the all inclusive hotel. Dad, Dave, explained that he had received a bonus from work due to his discovery that a fire at a local Turkish restaurant was indeed not only arson but a blazen attempt by the owner to defraud the company of nearly three quarters of a million pounds. So, thanks to a little bit of economic planning and a lot of idiocy from a man called Tariq, (who didn't seem to know that gas explosions aren’t caused by gasoline), the Robinson family were once more off to Spain.

 

Michael and Jakey, in particular, were thrilled to discover that the family had even been treated to business class seats. As such they didn’t only receive much more arm room on the plane but were also granted entry into the British Airways lounge at Terminal 5.

 

Not used to this more luxurious version of travelling; the whole family took full advantage of the benefits package on offer. Mum, Dad, and April, really went to town at the help yourself cocktail bar, and Michael despite being over eighteen and enjoying a few beers, filled his boots with his younger brother at the all you can eat buffet.

 

The selection wasn’t great, and there were a lot of salad options, but they still successfully managed to fill their faces on so much pasta, quiche, and spiceless chicken curry, that they needed to ask for seatbelt extenders soon after boarding. They sat proudly alongside their tipsy Mum and Dad on the first row. April, the only Robinson who did not require an extender, was on the row behind with her new boyfriend Pete. Also drunk, they gossiped for the entire duration of the flight about how the rest of the family may struggle in the projected forty degree celsius heat wave over the coming fortnight.

 

The family landed at Hotel de la Gorda at 11 pm and were disappointed to discover that the buffet had just closed for the night, so they headed straight for the outdoor bar. There they ordered a round of drinks for everyone including Jakey, (it’s an unwritten rule in Britain that 15 years olds are allowed to drink alcohol when on holiday), and for a simple twenty euro tip were granted the right to order from the bar snack menu despite the fact that the kitchen had technically shut ten minutes earlier.

 

In that manner they started their first two week holiday in four years in the way that they meant to continue; surrounded by pints of cheap beer and hastily made cheeseburgers. They finally went to bed just after 3 am.

Michael groaned and yawned as he clambered out of bed to see who was banging on the door. He already regretted forgetting to hang the ‘do not disturb’ sign before going to bed. Fucking housekeeping, he thought to himself. He opened the door and his father barged in, full of more energy than was required at only 10.45 in the morning. 

 

Why couldn’t they be allowed to sleep in?

 

Dave greeted his eldest son with a jovial, “Good morning!” and went straight over to the far bed in order to wake his still sleeping youngest. “Jakey, Jakey! Wake up, it’s time for breakfast!” his Dad declared. Jakey opened one eye and went to pull the covers back over his face when a dawn of realisation crept over him as he remembered where he was.

 

“They shut in only an hour and fifteen minutes boys! Come on, we’ve gotta get down there!”

 

“Where are April and Mum?” Michael asked, forgetting about Pete’s existence.

 

“They went down over half an hour ago,” Dave replied.

 

Michael went over to his suitcase and grabbed the first t-shirt he could find. Jakey just put on a pair of loose board shorts. “No swimwear in the restaurant,” his Dad reminded him. Jakey groaned. He had forgotten. He was only eleven the last time they had been here. He huffed and puffed as he squeezed into a tight pair of hand-me-down shorts, and still had to be told by his father that he needed a t-shirt as he went to leave the room topless.

 

“This is a classy place,” his Dad told him, “No visible overhangs in the restaurant,” he joked, as he gave his son a friendly poke in the tummy. Jakey just rolled his eyes.

 

Any resemblance of tiredness left the three male Robinson’s as they entered the breakfast buffet and were greeted with the smell of freshly cooking omelettes. They joined the queue of other hungry holiday makers and waited for their first course before even bothering to find out where Marie, April, and Pete were sitting.

 

The omelettes were cooked to order by Manuel, who was proud to tell them that they were traditional Catalan style from his hometown. Made with potato, onions, and a choice of three or four eggs, they were rich and thick and fluffy. All three went with the chorizo, grated cheese, and bacon. Jakey, who was last in line, asked if it was possible to have five eggs. Manuel gave the young lad’s bulging belly a quick glance and said; “Sure, I guess so.” Dave and Michael looked down at their own plates in disappointment.

 

A subconscious sense of male competition somewhere within them, Dave and Michael, went past the yoghurt counter on their way to the table and helped themselves to two almost overflowing bowls. Jakey looked at these with jealous anger when they joined him and the rest of the family at the table.

 

“Morning boys,” Mum said.

 

April and Pete didn’t offer any greeting; they were too busy already arguing about what trips they wanted to take. After a few mouthfuls Michael inserted himself into their conversation:

 

“I don’t wanna go anywhere, I’m quite happy to just chill here all holiday.” His parents nodded in agreement and relief. They also just wanted to relax.

 

“What about you Jakey? Do you want to come on any trips with us?” His older sister asked.

 

“Alhambra is supposed to be amazing!” Pete added.

 

“What’s that? Jakey asked.

 

“It’s one of the most famous articles of Moorish architecture in Andalucia,” Pete explained.

 

Jakey rolled his eyes, he couldn’t imagine anything more boring. “There’s plenty of moorish articles here,” he joked with a hungry smile as he got up to fetch himself a second five egg omelette.

 

“Ain’t that the truth!” His Dad said, as the rest of the family, except April and Pete, also rose to help themselves to a second or third serving.

 

Alone at the table, Pete turned to April; “How do you put up with these oafish louts?”

 

“That’s my family you’re talking about,” she reminded him.

 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but all they seem to want to do is eat and drink.”

 

“That is all they want to do. There’s no point in trying to persuade them to do anything else. I’d be surprised if they even leave the hotel grounds. It’s always the same when we go all inclusive. Dad will insist on getting his money’s worth.”

 

“Well I think he’s definitely going to do that,” Pete whispered in her ear, as Dave made his way back to the table carrying an overloaded plate of eggs, bacon, sausages, and beans.

 

Five or six plates down each, the family agreed to return to their rooms in order to change and meet back at the swimming pool.

Belly straining, Jakey, couldn’t wait to get out of his tight fitting hand-me-downs, and back into the loose fitting board shorts. He pulled on the red pair of double xl’s and flopped down on his bed in relief, full belly bouncing as he did so.

 

Michael came out of the bathroom, grunting and groaning, sweat already running down his forehead despite the air conditioning. He was pulling at his own pair of blue board shorts that he was struggling to get up over his arse.

 

“Are you sure yours aren’t the blue ones?” he asked.

 

“Nope, I remember clearly telling Mum that I wanted red.”

 

“Yeah, but, that don’t mean she didn’t forget and buy the wrong ones. What size are those you’ve got on?”

 

“I dunno.” Jakey lied.

 

“Let me look.” Michael walked with a funny wobble as his board shorts clung so tightly to his thighs that he couldn’t move freely. Jakey laughed at the state of him, left hand fighting to hold the swimwear up as they dug painfully into his heavy jutted out belly.

 

He stopped laughing when his brother grabbed hold of him and fought to turn him over in order to inspect the label in the back of the red board shorts. Jakey fought and yelled but eventually had to submit to his stronger older brother. As Michael reached down into the board shorts, his hand grazing the top of his younger brother’s arse crack, Jakey got a final snidey remark in:

 

“I heard you like looking at my fat ass!”

 

“Shurrup!” Michael told him.

 

“That’s what everyone at school says, they say you’re a right bummer boy!”

 

“Shurrup, I said!”

 

Jakey fell silent as he saw Michael clenching his fist.

 

“What the fuck! These are mine!” Michael yelled.

 

“No they’re not! They’re mine. The red ones are mine!”

 

“They’re double XL! These I’ve got on are only XL! No wonder they don’t fit me! Get ‘em off!”

 

“No, they’re mine!”

 

“But, I’m bigger than you!”

 

“Well, you’re taller, but I’m not sure you’re bigger! I also need double XL!”

 

“Well then you should’ve got Mum to buy you the right size!”

 

“They were the right size three weeks ago!” Jakey finally admitted the truth.

 

Michael sighed, “Then they are mine! You can’t just take my things because you’ve outgrown your own!”

 

“Yes, I can!” Jakey declared, as he deftly denied his size and slipped out from under Michael before bounding through the door and down to the pool.

In their parents room a similar but more mature conversation was taking place.

 

“Are you sure you packed the right speedos?” Dave asked Marie.

 

“Of course,” his wife answered, “The new pink ones, right?”

 

“Yeah, it’s just that they’re feeling pretty tight!”

 

Dave pulled the tiny bit of fabric out of his hairy crack.

 

“Are these even decent?”

 

Marie turned to face her husband. She smiled and gave him a loving slap on the arse.

 

“They look fine to me, Bearo.”

 

Dave smiled and gave his wife a quick kiss; “I always look good to you! But what about everyone else? I’m not sure all the other guests are going to appreciate me in the same way you do!”

 

“If you’re really bothered then I’ll get you some new ones from the shop downstairs, but honestly darling they look fine.”

Michael was the last of the family to arrive at the poolside. Jackey was splayed comfortably out on a sunbed, tanning his protruding flabby front; in his comfortable board shorts. Michael gave him a look of disgust and turned to his parents.

 

“Look at me!” He said.

 

“What is it? You look fine!” His Mum responded without actually turning to look at him.

 

“No, look at me! Jackey stole my board shorts!”

 

“Not you as well,” his Mum mumbled, as she opened her eyes and turned to assess him.

 

Michael had one hand stuffed down the front of the tight blue swimwear in an attempt to desperately loosen them and give himself some relief from the abdominal pain that they were clearly causing him. His fat belly stuck at least three inches out over the restrictive waistband and he was clearly having to suck his stomach in, in order to minimise the pain. He did a type of catwalk turn so that his mother could see most of his fat white arse hanging out over the back.

 

“Jakey? Did you take your brother’s swim shorts? These one’s clearly don’t fit him.”

 

“No,” was all that Jakey said.

 

“Liar!” Michael yelled at him.

 

“Now boys, let’s not cause a scene. They don’t look so bad, Michael, and anyway you’ve got a lovely bum. Think of all the girls you might attract!”

 

Jakey sniggered.

 

“Mum! We’ve spoken about this! Stop saying things like that. It’s not right.”

 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I’m sure it’s just a phase that you’ll get over.”

 

Michael rolled his eyes and looked pleadingly at his mother.

 

“Okay,” she said, “You’re Dad is in the shop right now buying himself some new budgie smugglers. If you go straight there you might catch him.”

 

Michael turned and waddled off towards the shop without saying anything else, fat bare arse cheeks already reddening in the hot morning sun. Maire turned to her youngest; “And you can stop laughing, kiddo, that was clearly your fault. You know how sensitive your brother is about his looks.”

 

“Am I good looking, Mum?”

 

“You’re my delicious little podgy ball boy.” Jakey knew how to get on the right side of his mother.

Half an hour later and all of the family, in well-fitting swimwear, were sunning themselves by the pool. A waiter came by and Dave ordered five large cool local lagers. Pete ordered for himself.

 

“Damn it’s hot!” Dave complained as he took a huge swig of his beer, downing half a plastic cup full in one go.

 

Pete looked knowingly at April: “It’s going to get up to 42 today, and it may even be 46 by the end of the week,” he said.

 

“What a scorcher!” Marie said, mopping the sweat off her perspiring brow.

 

“Who wants to go for a swim?” Jakey asked, rising from his sunbed, the front of his ball shaped belly and puffy chest clearly burned bright red.

 

“Wooh! You need to use suncream! How many times have we told you!?” Dave reprimanded his son.

 

Jakey protested that he hadn’t been out of the UK since he was eleven, but knew from the pain that he was already feeling that he had made a mistake.

 

“Put some sunscreen on your brother, please,” Marie said.

 

Michael sighed as his rotund younger brother sat down in front of him. Michael took the suncream and poured a very generous amount onto his hands before reaching around the sides of his brother’s muffin top and began to rub the cooling cream into his stuffed belly.

 

As he was doing this he spotted a slightly chubby blonde boy of about his own age walking along the far side of the pool. The boy, who was late teens or early twenties, had piercing blue eyes, and strolled with purpose towards the edge of the pool. He stood with his toes overhanging the edgel by just the same amount that his little starter belly overhung his yellow swim shorts. He turned and waved to what must have been his mother and yelled; “Hej mamma! Kolla på detta!” Before diving graciously into the cool water.

 

Michael watched with intent waiting for him to resurface. When he finally did come back up the cute blonde boy swept back his now soaking wet hair and rubbed his eyes, before turning to gain the plaudits of his Mamma, who wasn’t paying him any attention.

 

“What language was that?” Michael asked.

 

“Eh?” April replied.

 

“What that guy just shouted, what language was that?”

 

“Swedish,” Pete replied. April gave him a very impressive smile.

 

“Clever clogs!” Dave retorted, frustrated that he couldn’t answer his own son’s query.

 

The Swedish boy looked over at the fat British family burning in the sun, clearly something had alerted him to the fact that they were talking about him. He made eye contact with Michael who quickly looked down, feeling ashamed that he had been caught staring. 

 

Unfortunately for Michael only more shame was forthcoming as he looked down the back of his Jakey’s loose red board shorts and unconsciously stared deep down into his younger brother’s hugely soft and ever widening arse crack. It was at this point, with his creamy hands gently cupping Jakey’s sticky-out fat-laden moobs, that he realised that he had a boner. He let go of his brother’s breasts in shock and pushed Jakey hard in the back.

 

Jakey yelled,  “Oi!” and stood up quickly, causing his bright red belly to jiggle.

 

He turned around to face his brother and was about to say: “What was that for?” when he noticed the obvious outline of the bulging penis in Michaels’s new fitting board shorts.

 

He yelled, “What the fuck? I knew you were gay!”

 

Michael's face was as red as Jakey’s belly and the whole family turned and stared at his embarrassment. He could have died right there and then, only he noticed the Swedish boy in the pool looking over at him; he was smiling and giggling and gave Michael a friendly wave and wink. Michael waved back with his left hand, as his right hand was placed strategically over his crotch.

 

“I told you he wouldn’t grow out of it,” Dave said to his wife.

 

Marie suggested that they all go and get changed. Jakey had already had too much sun. And it was almost time for lunch.

As they re-entered the buffet Dave declared that it was important that everyone got their money’s worth. He had paid a lot for this holiday and he wanted to make sure that everyone enjoyed it. Pete was already waiting at the table with April, a small coffee in hand, when the rest of the family approached with their overloaded plates of mismatched food. He tutted loudly and April gave him an elbow in the ribs.

 

“Not hungry, Pete?” Dave asked him.

 

“I don’t get how you all can eat so much in this heat,” he said, before receiving a second elbow in the ribs.

 

“This is why I didn’t wanna pay for you,” Dave said, “I knew it would just be a waste of money.” He then received a sharp kidney blow from Marie’s elbow.

 

Dave rubbed the side of his huge beer gut and said; “What was that for?”

 

“As if you don’t know, David Robinson!”

 

Scolded by his wife he fell silent.

 

“It’s not even hot in here,” Jakey commented, before filling his mouth with a slice of pizza dipped in ketchup and topped with squid balls.

“I have no problem with eating in the heat anyway,” Michael pitched in, wanting to also take his turn in defending the family. “Even if it was fifty degrees out, I’d just eat ice cream all day!”

 

Jakey nodded his head in approval of this suggestion; his mouth too full of pasta and mashed potatoes in bechamel sauce to speak.

 

A waiter passed by and Dave ordered five pints of lager. The waiter, not realising that there were six of them at the table, left without noticing Pete raise his hand in an attempt to order his own drink.

 

Her father’s continued disrespect of her boyfriend did not go unnoticed by April who also joined in the attack on the rest of the family in his defence.

 

“Pete’s right, you lot really are just a bunch of slobs!”

 

“Oi, I resent that!” Dave declared, with a piece of ketchup soaked fettucini stuck to his double chin.

 

Marie wiped it off with a napkin for him.

 

“April, you can’t talk to your father like that. He’s paid a lot of money for this holiday!”

 

“You’re just as bad. Constantly cleaning up after him, making excuses. And you’re as big as a house! What happened to that Weightwatchers diet, eh Mum?”

 

“Don’t you dare talk to your mother like that!!” Dave’s voice boomed across the restaurant as he thumped his large bear-like fist down on the table.

 

April dropped her head in shame as Pete put his arm around her shoulders; while the other guests turned to see what the commotion was.

 

Not too far from them a Swedish family had just taken a table. Michael gave the cute boy a sneaky wave. No one else noticed.

 

The waiter reappeared with the five beers and placed them on the table. Dave and Michael picked theirs up and raised their glasses. Jakey’s hand reached out half a second later.

 

“Guildford boys on tour!” Dave exclaimed. Michael joined in, followed by Jakey two seconds later; “Guildford boys on tour!” All three males thumped their bellies and downed their beers in one before letting out a purposeful burp. Jakey’s face was beaming. This was the first time that he had been old enough to be considered a ‘Guildford boy.’

 

“I think it’s best that we go out for the afternoon,” Pete said, as he led April away from the table. No one spoke up in disagreement.

 

The young couple left and Jakey looked down at his empty plate. A look of concern grew across his chubby sunburned face; “I am allowed to go for seconds, aren’t I?”

Michael and Dave laughed. “No son of mine is going without seconds.”

 

Jakey had nothing to worry about. The Robinsons went for thirds, fourths, fifths, and sometimes sixths, at every meal. They had to get their money’s worth.

Michael and Jakey decided to spend the afternoon in the games room as Jakey really needed to stay out of the sun. Dave and Marie went back to the pool to lie on their sun loungers and drink iced G&T’s. The brother’s played pool in between regular trips to the vending machine.

 

Decked out in only their board shorts, their naked bellies hung low and scrunched every time they bent over to take a shot. From behind their new loose fitting shorts hung low with every shot, exposing a more than ample amount of each brother’s chubby behind. Upon noticing Michael’s exposed crack, Jakey decided to drop an ice cube from his cola down there. The cold ice quickly melted upon contact with Michael’s warm skin and the relieving cool water dripped slowly over his cheeks into his sweaty crack. He felt good but he knew that he had to at least pretend to be pissed off.

 

“Oi! Stop that!” He shouted as you looked up at Jakey after missing his shot.

 

Jakey laughed and pointed at him, but Michael’s attention wasn’t on his annoying brother. Behind Jakey a cute chubby Swedish boy wearing only yellow swim shorts was leaning in a doorway watching them. Michael once more smiled and waved at him and to his pleasant surprise the blonde boy started to approach.

 

“Do you wanna play? Winner stays on,” Michael asked him.

 

“Yes, tack,” the boy said.

 

Michael handed him a pool queue. Jackey frowned; “You don’t wanna make friends with him, he’s a right bummer boy!”

 

Michael turned towards his brother with real anger but was stopped in his tracks when the cute boy spoke; “Is that so?” he said, in a smooth sensual Nordic accent.

 

“Yeah, he’s totally bent! He even got a boner over me earlier!”

 

Michael once more prepared himself to thump his brother, only to be calmed by the soft tones of the chubby Swedish prince.

 

“I don’t think so.” The boy eyed Michael up and added, “Sexig tjockis gillar mig.”

 

“What? Michael asked him, “What did you say?”

 

“Oh sorry, we mix languages a lot at school, I forget where I am. I said that I really like your shorts.”

 

Michael smiled at the compliment; “Oh thanks, they’re new!”

 

“Well they really suit you.”

 

“Can we play pool now?” Jakey asked in frustration.

 

The three boys spent the next few hours playing pool and chewing the fat. The cute Swedish boy turned out to be called Tobias. He was nineteen years old and from Stockholm. He had arrived at Hotel de la Gorda yesterday, the same as they had, and was also staying for two weeks.

 

The rest of the afternoon flew by for Michael, but for Jakey it really started to drag, as he began to feel more and more like a third wheel. Eventually, he left his brother alone with the Swede and took himself to the bar before going to find his parents.

Jakey waddled up to his Mum and Dad’s sun loungers carrying three pints of lagers and three plates of french fries.

 

“Oh thanks son!” Dave said with a smile as Jakey handed him his refreshments.

 

“That’s very kind of you to think of us, Jakey. But what are you doing out here in the sun? And where is your brother?

 

“It’s ok, Mum. I’ve got plenty of suncream on now and can sit in the shade.” Jakey said, as he opened the umbrella next to them and pulled up a plastic chair.

 

“Michael’s with that Swedish boy. I got bored. I think they’re gay for each other.”

 

“Don’t talk about your brother like that!” Marie told him.

 

Dave rolled his eyes; “Is that the boy that he erm saw earlier in the pool?”

 

“What boy in the pool?” Marie asked.

 

A dawn of realisation came across Jakey’s face; “Yeah, It must have been him! It was him, not me!”

 

“What are you talking about?” Marie asked.

 

“I promise it wasn’t you, son,” his Dad calmly reassured him, “I know my own boys.”

 

“What boy are we talking about?” Marie spoke louder, determined not to be ignored any longer.

 

“The Swedish one, his name’s Tobias, he’s from Stockholm.” Jakey said.

 

“What’s he like?” Dave asked.

 

“He’s alright, I suppose. He speaks like loads of languages. His English is excellent and he ordered us beers and cheeseburgers in Spanish!”

 

“That’s common with Scandinavians,” Marie said.

 

“What do you know about bloody Scandinavia?” Dave asked her.

 

“As much as you bloody do!”

 

The pair laughed. Clinked plastic beer cups and relaxed back down to lay in the sun.

 

Jakey sat in the shade munching on his fries. “What time we going for dinner?” He asked.

The answer was 7 pm. Dave, Marie, and Jakey were sat at their table enjoying their starters of garlic mushrooms, shrimp, sauteed potatoes, and baked beans. April and Pete were still nowhere to be seen. Michael approached them, his first plate overloaded with meatballs and pasta.

 

“Is it ok if I go and sit with the Fettstroms?” He asked.

 

“Who?” His Dad asked in return.

 

“Tobias’s family. They’re just over there,” Michael pointed in the direction of the friendly looking Swedish family who all gave a friendly wave. Mr Fettstrom also dropped his glass of cava, he waved so enthusiastically.

 

“We’re on a family holiday ourselves,” his Mum reminded him.

 

“Please?” Michael made the puppy eyes at his Dad.

 

“Yeah, sure. Go and enjoy yourself!”

 

“Thanks!”

 

“Dave, you’re too soft on the boy. He should be eating with us. He can talk to his friends anytime.”

 

“I don’t think they’re just friends,” Dave said.

 

Jakey sniggered.

 

“Oh now, you’re just being ridiculous!” Marie told him.

 

Jakey almost choked on a mouthful of shrimp.

“Mamma, Pappa, this is Michael.”

 

“Welcome, Michael. Come join in with us.”

 

Tobias hated it when his Dad spoke English, he was always getting it wrong. Michael placed his heavy plate down on the table and took a seat. He thanked the Fettstroms for their kindness and began to eat.

 

“Tobias, he also use to like eating. He’s lost a lot of weight. Use to be big like you.”

 

Tobias’s big blue eyes opened widely up as he looked at his Dad in complete shock. What was wrong with him?

 

Michael looked up at Mr Fettstrom, his mouth too full of buttered pizza to speak, he wondered if he’d just heard what he thought he’d heard. Did Mr Fettstrom just call him fat?

 

“Sorry, for my husband,” Mrs Fettstrom said, placing a hand on her son’s shoulder in order to calm him, “I think he’s had one too many glasses of sangria in the sun.”

 

“I mean to give Tobias en compliment. Talk him up in front of his new friend. He’s looking very good out now. In a very good shape, don’t you think?”

 

Mr Fettstrom awkwardly aimed the question at Michael, who swallowed his pizza hard and squirmed in his seat causing it to creak.

 

“Er, yeah, he’s looking very good,” He said while trying desperately not to look at Tobias.

 

“Thank you, Michael,” Tobias said with the utmost level of politeness and a smile intended to tell Michael that everything was ok. His father wasn’t done though.

 

“He use to have a big belly like yours, eat everything at buffet like you and your family. Oi, how many times I told him. Much better now though. The last eighteen months he lost a ton of weight. Now he back down to 85 kilos. How much you weigh?”

 

“Pappa!”

 

“It’s alright,” Michael laid a hand gently on Tobias’s knee under the table. Tobias smiled.

 

“I honestly dunno, I think about 14 stone.”

Tobias smiled at the under estimation.

 

“How much is dat?” Mr Fettstrom asked.

 

“About 90 kilograms, Pappa.”

 

“No, no, you weigh more, you way more, you weigh more! Get it? Do you get it Michael? You way more!”

 

Mr Fettstrom laughed uncontrollably at his joke. Mrs Fettstrom turned to him and grabbed hold of his hand.

 

“Du är påverkad. Det är du som är full, det är du som är ful! Do you get it? Vi drar nu. Låt pojkarna var!

 

Mr Fettstrom grumbled something incomprehensible as he was taken away from the table, leaving Tobias and Michael to dine alone.

 

“What was that?” Michael asked.

 

“She told him off being rude and drunk. I’m so sorry he was like that. He gets like that when he’s been drinking.”

 

“It’s ok, he was a little direct, but no worse really than my parents can be.”

 

“That’s very polite of you,” Tobias said.

 

Michael looked down at his already empty plate. His belly was desperately telling him to go get more.

 

“Do you think I’m fat?” he asked Tobias.

 

Tobias beamed at him with his beautiful blue eyes; “I think you’re gorgeous!”

 

He lent over and gave Michael a little peck on his chubby cheek. Michael’s heart skipped a beat.

 

“I like you too,” Michael said.

 

“I’m well aware of that,” he said, “Everyone saw that, remember?”

 

Michael’s cheeks flushed red and Tobias leaned in for another cheeky kiss.

 

“Come,” he said, taking Michael by his hand, “I’m starving, let's go and see what they’ve got for mains.”

Stuffed to the rafters with four beers, six savoury courses, and three deserts, Michael’s lightly tanned belly bounced and bulged straight out the front of his wide open shirt as he approached his family hand in hand with Tobias. It was still over thirty degrees out despite the fact that the sun had set. Tobias was now topless again, wearing only a pair of pure white linen shorts and cork sandals, his own small belly sticking out slightly over his elastic waistband, having also eaten plenty.

 

The Robinson family were situated at a table just across from the outside bar. The table was littered with countless empty plastic cups, drained of beer. Dave also wore his shirt undone, his huge hairy beer belly barrelled out the front, already very well tanned. Maire was next to him in a flowery summer dress that clung far too tight to her fat rolls and massive heaving breasts. Jakey was still just in his red board shorts. He was enjoying the chill of a very slight evening breeze on his stretched burned skin.

 

“Hi Everyone, this is my friend Tobias!”

 

“Hey!” Tobias said with a broad smile.

 

“Plonk yourselves down lads, I’ll get us some beers!” Dave waved at the waiter to grab his attention.

 

“Don’t you mean boyfriend?” Jakey sneered.

 

Tobias was about to answer in the affirmative when Mrs Robinson spoke first:

 

“How many times, Jakey! Stop being so silly!”

 

Tobias gave her a strange look and Michael squeezed his hand as they sat themselves down in the plastic pool chairs.

 

“Don’t mind my wife, I’m very twenty-first century,” Dave said with a guffaw.

 

Tobias laughed.

 

“What’s that supposed to bloody mean?” Maire asked.

 

“It means shurrup and get back to the kitchen woman!”

 

All of the men laughed at the ironic joke.

 

“I’ll shurrup you if ya keep talking to me like that!”

 

Dave and Marie fell about with laughter.

 

“I told you my folks also like to drink,” Michael whispered into Tobias’s ear.

 

The waiter arrived with a tray of beers and Jakey asked him to bring a second one. Tobias was only a little surprised when no one said anything against the devilishly red young ball of lard for doing this. Dave pulled a small packet of Hamlet cigars from his breast pocket and passed one around to everyone. Having only ever vaped before the cigar caused Tobias to choke when he inhaled too far.

 

Dave laughed and smiled kindly at the boy; “After dinner cigars are made to be enjoyed. Don’t take it back, just enjoy the taste on your tongue.”

 

It was good advice. They all smoked three more while they downed pint after pint. Tobias was thrilled to be invited into such a laid back family atmosphere. It was so refreshing compared to the formality of his home life. As the evening proceeded the language got bluer as did the jokes. Michael cursed and squirmed every time the conversation came back to his morning boner, which it did often, but Tobias helped him through it with regular hand squeezes and knee rubs. The evening finally ended around 2 am when Jakey threw up into a plant pot and Manuel asked them to leave.

 

Michael and Tobias kissed and talked on the stairs until 4 am.

The next morning April and Pete were in the buffet for breakfast when Michael and Jakey entered. Jakey was wearing only his red board shorts but nobody seemed to notice or care. His belly was a lot less red than the previous day and he felt surprisingly good considering how sick he’d been only eight hours earlier. His now completely empty stomach howled with hunger.

 

Michael, also ready for his breakfast, made his way straight to the omelette bar, while Jakey headed to the cereals. They then sat down together opposite their sister and Pete. No one wanted to talk about the events of the previous day.

 

“Where’s Mum and Dad?” April asked.

 

“Still in bed, hungover,” Jakey said.

 

“Dad will be pissed if he sleeps through breakfast,” Jakey added.

 

They then fell silent. No one wanted to restart the conversation about how much most of the family ate.

 

“So, where did you go yesterday?” Michael asked.

 

“We just went down to the harbour, took a nice romantic walk, looked at the boats, and than drank cocktails on the beach,” Pete said.

 

“It was perfect,” April added, fluttering her eyes at her boyfriend, “The perfect romantic day!”

 

“I hate the beach,” Michael stated.

 

“Why?” Pete asked him.

 

“It’s so hot and crowded. There’s nowhere to get out of the sun, and then there’s all those guys who bother you constantly, trying to sell you shitty fake watches and slices of melon, yuck!”

 

“I remember it being nice by the harbour,” Jakey added, “Wasn’t there a really good ice cream parlour there?”

 

“Yeah, Nicko’s, but Dad won’t take us there. He’s paid for the all inclusive here. You can eat as much ice cream here as you want for free.”

 

Jakey’s eyes sparkled as he looked back over to the buffet and realised that the ice cream section was open at breakfast. He got and headed straight over.

 

Pete couldn’t help himself; “Typical,” he muttered.

 

“What? What’s your problem exactly?” Michael demanded to know.

 

“Oh not, again!” April pleaded.

 

“No, April, it’s fine. Mum and Dad aren’t here. I wanna know exactly what’s wrong with my brother!”

 

“It’s not your brother who is at fault. It’s your parents and it’s you! You’re old enough now to say something to him!”

 

“Like what? What should I say to him?”

 

“You should tell him that he can’t eat fucking ice cream for breakfast! It’s fucking ridiculous! Look at the size of him! Look at the size of you! How any parent can let their kids get so fat is beyond me, it’s a complete lack of control!”

 

With no idea what to say in retort, Michael just tried to stare Pete down. When that failed he thumped his fists on the table in the same way that his father had done the day before and marched over to the ice cream bar. He picked up four empty bowls and passed one to Jakey who was just about to return with his own bowl heaped full of mint choc chip and rum ‘n’ raisin. Both brothers filled a pair of bowls each and returned to the table where they thumped them down and ate in stoney silence. Once they finished they pushed their bowls to the side and went back to the counter to fetch two more. They got back to the table to discover that Pete and April had gone. They high-fived each other, laughed loudly and dug into their second course of dessert.

 

They were eating and laughing happily together wehn Tobias approached, all clean and fresh and showered. Michael licked down his ice cream and wished that he was licking something else.

“Hey guys! Are you enjoying your breakfast?”

 

“Yes, thanks!” Michael beamed, “I ate so much ice cream that Pete left!”

 

“Who’s Pete?” Tobais asked.

 

“I’ll explain later,” Michael told him.

 

“Would you like to explain to me down by the beach? I thought just the two of us could go?”

 

Jakey frowned, he was going to have to spend the whole day with his parents.

 

“Of course, I love the beach!” Michael said, smiling from ear to ear.

 

“You’ve got a bit of chocolate, no not there, the other side, above the lip.”

 

Tobias picked up a napkin and gently wiped the side of Michael’s mouth.

 

Maybe it is better to hang with Dad, Jakey thought.

Michael and Tobias were sitting on the harbour wall hurriedly licking at their four scoop cones of mango sorbet from Nicko’s before they melted in the midday sun.

 

“Can I ask you something?” Michael asked. Tobias nodded. “Are you eating behind your parent’s backs? It’s just what your Dad said about you losing weight? I don’t want him to dislike me, you know, if he thinks that I’m like a bad influence or something?”

 

“Can I tell you a secret?” This time Michael nodded. “I loved being fat. I loved eating, and I loved feeling my straining belly grow bigger and bigger.”

 

“Really?” Michael asked.

 

“Yes, really. Do you not like being fat?”

 

“I never really thought about it. I’ve just always been big. My whole family has.”

 

“To tell you the truth; I look at you and your family and I get so jealous. You all seem so carefree and happy. Uninterested in what the rest of the world thinks. Where I live everyone has to be so trendy all the time, so conformist.”

 

“What do you think everyone else thinks of us?”

 

“Oh, I didn’t mean to make you self-conscious. Who cares! I think you’re wonderful.”

 

“Do you like that I’m fat?”

 

“I love that you’re you.”

 

“No really, do you find bigger boys attractive?”

 

“Yeah, I guess I do. Look here on the side of my belly..”

 

Tobias guided Michael’s finger and ran it down the length of a dark faded stretch mark that ran up from his crotch towards his belly button. Michael thought that it felt so wonderfully soft.

 

“That’s an old stretch mark. Left over from when I was around the same size as you. I gained so much weight so quickly that it left my skin scarred.”

 

Michael began to inspect his own belly fat for stretch marks. He lifted the underside of his belly and turned it upwards in an attempt to discover some.

 

“Over here, down by your back,” Tobias pushed a portion of Michael’s heavy overhanging muffin top forwards so that he could see it better. He thought that it felt so wonderfully soft.

 

“Oh yeah, I never knew I had that!”

 

“It’s brand new. You can tell from how bright red it is. It probably only appeared in the last couple of days.”

 

“Since I’ve been at the hotel? I guess that makes sense with the all inclusive and that. A few holiday pounds are normal, right?”

 

Tobias smiled a wicked knowing smile: “Of course they are, babe!”

 

Michael’s heart melted faster than ice cream. No one had ever called him babe before.

 

“So why did you lose all the weight if you liked it so much?”

 

“My parents forced me. They changed my medication, sent me to a psychiatrist, a dietician, and got me a personal trainer.”

 

“Oh my God, that’s so full on! That’s awful, to do all that against your will. I’m so sorry, babe!”

 

Tobias smirked at the repetition of the pet name. This English boy was so damn cute.

 

“Can you help me, Michael?”

 

“Yeah, of course! Help you with what?”

 

“To regain. To get big and fat again like you and your family.”

 

Michael handed Tobias the remaining half a cone covered in melted sorbet.

 

“You can start with that!” He said with a huge smile.

 

“No babe, I can’t eat yours. Let’s go buy another.”

 

“Ok, then we can have one more here and then go back to the hotel and eat ice cream all afternoon, it’s free there!”

 

Tobias looked slightly sad, Michael was frightened that he had said something wrong.

 

“I don’t have an all inclusive wristband, my parents refused to buy me one. You know, they don’t trust me, with the weight loss.”

 

Michael looked at Tobias’s naked left wrist. It was in fact bandless. He cursed himself for failing to notice.

 

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m going to get you everything you ever wanted and more.”

 

Tobias smiled meekly. The two boys kissed and headed back to Nicko’s to get another quadruple sorbet.

Dave and Jakey were actually being active around the pool. Full of chips and one too many beers, they were pushing each other and dive bombing in. Huge waves of water splashed out over the sides, with every bomb, soaking whoever happened to be walking past. Manuel was about to say something when a bolding Swedish man yelled out:

 

“Oi, you have put chlorine in my schnapps!”

 

Dave’s barrelled belly rolled with laughter. Mr Fettsrom got unsteadily to his feet and approached him:

 

“Dat ball of fat dat you call a son has put chlorine in my schnapps!”

 

Jakey hoisted himself out of the pool, via the steps, with real effort, and came over to see what the fuss was about.

 

“Hey son, listen to this!”

 

“You de fat boy, you have put chlorine in my schnapps!”

 

“What you call me?”

 

“Fat boy, I said dat you are de fat boy dat has put de chlorine in my schnapps!

 

Dave snorted with laughter again.

 

“Fuck you, you foreign weirdo! Your son’s a faggot!”

 

Dave suddenly stopped laughing, he didn’t like Jakey’s angry tone, and he had realised who they were laughing at.

 

“I’m er so sorry, Mr Fettstrom, I er, Jakey didn’t mean that. My son is er also a bender, I mean er a homo, not Jakey here, the other one, the one who got a boner when he saw your boy, you know, the nice one! They seem to really like each other.”

 

Mr Fettstrom had long since stopped listening to the babbling British baboon. He was too fixated on Jakey, who if he hadn’t been so fat would have been described as bent over in hysterics. As it was his belly was so bloated and swollen after only a few days at Hotel de la Gorda that he had real trouble bending forwards at all. Instead he was leaning back, arching his huge ball belly forwards and pointing up at Mr Fettstrom while laughing uncontrollably:

 

“You put chlorine in my schnapps!” He kept repeating. “Your son is a faggot! My brother’s probably going to fuck him, he wants to put his chlorine in his schnapps!”

 

Marie came thundering over and grabbed Jakey by the ear like he was a toddler:

 

“How many bloody beers have you let him have, Dave?” she yelled.

Tobias disobeyed his parents and sat with the Robinsons for dinner. His plate piled high with pizza slices stuck in mashed potato and gravy, as a side to his bowl of macaroni and beef, he was really enjoying himself. Michael was genuinely surprised at how much the slightly chubby boy could eat. He must have been telling the truth that he used to be as big as him. The two boys smashed down plate after plate as they actively tried to swell Tobias bigger.

 

The meal took a downbeat turn though, when Jakey suddenly apologised to Tobias for calling him a faggot.

 

“Oh, erm, that’s ok,” Tobias said with a look of confusion that wasn’t helped by Dave’s follow up:

 

“I heard that Michael wants to put his chlorine in your schnapps?”

 

Dave and Jakey guffawed loudly at their in-joke. Tobias looked to Micheal for help but he just shrugged his shoulders. Marie put her hand on Tobias’s arm:

 

“Don’t worry darling, they’ve been like this all day. Too much sun and beer, just ignore them. I know you’re not gay, you’re such a nice boy.”

 

Michael whispered in Tobias’s ear: “The only thing she’s ever right about is how drunk they all are. Let’s ditch them after dinner and go do our own thing?”

 

“Absolutely, but after dinner though,” Tobias rubbed his pokey out belly, “I want to stuff a lot more in here first, before we do that.”

Michael and Tobias snook away from the rest of the family after the first three beers at the outside bar. They fetched six cans of San Miguel from the vending machine in the games room, got an ice cream each from the snack bar and found a secluded place to sit on some steps behind the building where the hotel stored all of the sun loungers.

 

“So were you always fat?” Michael asked.

 

“No, I started gaining towards the end of high school in order to impress a boy.”

 

“Oh,” Michael said, a look of disappointment on his face at the mention of another boy.”

 

Tobias picked up on his concern: “Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about. It was years ago. I was only fifteen. He got me into gaining after I realised that he had a fat fetish. I was totally infatuated with him and gained loads of weight. But, that was over a long time ago.”

 

“What happened?”

 

“He grew disinterested after my bonus pappa made me lose the weight.”

 

“Bonus pappa?”

 

“Erm, my erm, step dad. That’s the right term, right?”

 

“Yeah. Is that the bold dickhead? I thought he was your real Dad?”

 

“Oh no, my real Dad’s way cooler. I have no idea why my Mum went for that drunk loser.”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s ok, I still see my real Dad all the time, and I’ve got you now!”

 

“Haha, yeah, and I’m gonna make sure you gain all that weight back and more!”

 

The boys shared a sloppy ice cream kiss.

 

“I always wanted to be in a two way gainer relationship,” Tobias stated.

An expression of embarrassment passed across Michael’s otherwise glowing face.

 

“Er, what’s a gainer?” He asked softly, feeling like he really should know.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Tobias said, “I just kind of assumed. A gainer is someone who gains weight on purpose, often because it turns them on.”

 

“Do you think I’m a gainer?” Michael asked, suddenly unsure himself.

 

“I dunno, I mean, I thought so at first, but then your whole family is so big, so I’m unsure. None of you seem to mind being fat. You're into the idea of making me fat again, right?”

 

“Totally!”

 

“Then you're at least a feeder. That’s someone who feeds a feedee, or gainer.”

 

Michael was intensely focused now. Tobias was opening up a whole new world to him.

 

“Do you like being fat?” Tobias asked him.

 

“I’ve never really thought about it like that. I’ve always been overweight, but yeah, I guess I like it. I liked it at school, it made me feel strong being one of the biggest kids.”

 

“Do you like the idea of getting even fatter?”

 

“I dunno,” Michael started to poke at and play with his belly as he spoke, “That’s something else that just always seems to happen naturally in my family.”

 

“Maybe it’s in your genetics?”

 

“What, like a slow metabolism? That’s what my Dad always used to say to me.”

 

“No, the urge to gain. Maybe it’s genetically driven. Your whole family is so big and swollen and eats so much all the time. Maybe it's in your genes?”

 

“Maybe, but I dunno. Mum has always been big, and Dad’s beer gut has expanded over time. Jakey is also getting bigger very quickly now, but growth spurts are normal in your mid-teens, I think. The same thing happened to me.”

 

Tobias had stopped listening to the detail in Michael’s words. He had become distracted by something else. He slid his hand onto Michael’s thigh, but Michael just kept talking and playing with his belly.

 

“I guess I have gained a lot in the last few years. My belly has never been this big before. I guess it just crept up on me slowly. Like, Mum and Dad have never cared for healthy living, they’ve always let me and Jakey have whatever we want and there’s always plenty of food in the house..”

 

Michael kept talking as Tobias slowly started to rub on his down the inside of his thick soft thigh.

 

“...I mean we have two freezers; one in the kitchen and a huge chest in the garage. It’s always kept full of frozen meats and ice cream. And, now I think about it, we have, like, takeaways three or four times a week, at least. Grandpa was also a big man..”

 

“Michael, sshh!” Tobias was being so soft and gentle, his piercing blue eyes glistened in the star light, “Just relax, babe.”

 

Michael looked at Tobias smiling at him and a wave of calmness spread through his expansive body.

 

“Would you like it if I fed you?” He whispered ever so softly.

 

“Yeah,” Michael whispered back.

 

Tobias lifted the melting ice cream that was in Michael’s right hand up to his mouth and ever so gently eased it forwards as Michael greedily licked at it.

 

“Would you like it if I fed you till your tummy swelled and you felt so full that you couldn’t move?”

 

“Yeah,”

 

Tobias picked up one of the cans of San Miguel, opened it with a ‘tcsh!’ and lay it against Michael’s quivering lips. He slowly tipped the can and emptied its contents down Michael’s throat. Michael took three or four large glugs and the beer descended into his already bloated gut.

 

“Would you like it if I helped you to get bigger and fatter? If I helped you to swell your sexy belly to even more impressive sights? If I helped you to become nothing more than a big round ball of sexy fat?

 

“Ohh, yeah!”

 

It was at this point as Tobias was pouring a second can of San Miguel down Michael’s throat that he noticed that his semi had become a solid hard-on. Tobias had been massaging this stiffening member so gently that he hadn’t even noticed that he had been doing it. Or was he so distracted by the belly talk?

 

Michael had never felt so fat, so sexy. He leant back on the steps and let Tobias lean over and kiss him. He then let him climb onto his lap and start grinding his beautiful chubby Swedish ass up and down on his dick. Tobias kissed him passionately before withdrawing his tongue and planting several tiny kisses on his fat rosie cheeks. Tobias then moved down to kissing and licking the layer of soft fat that hung down under his chin and began to whisper sweet nothings to him: “God, you’re so fat, I’m gonna make you so fucking huge, I want to see you glut and bloat to such an immense size, my fat greedy English boy.”

Michael sighed heavily and began to grope at Tobias’s chubby little ass. Tobias groaned and slid himself down spreading kisses all over Michael’s moobs and belly as he descended. With his face planted firmly in Michael’s heaving crotch, he undid his shorts, and removed his dick. He gave it a huge greedy lick from balls to tip before taking it deep in his mouth.

 

Michael’s relief was instant. When his shorts unclicked his straining belly bulged forward in freedom, releasing him from the pressure that had built up over yet another day of holiday excess. Tobias’s mouth felt so warm, his tongue felt so wet and soft. He came quickly and firmly. Tobias swallowed every drop.

It was breakfast again. Michael and Tobias placed their plates on the table and sat down next to Jakey who enviously eyed the four five egg omelettes.

 

“How’d you get so many?” He asked. “I thought you were only allowed one plate per person, per serving?”

 

“I told them one was for my brother,” Michael said with a smirk.

 

“Is one?” Jakey asked with wide hopeful eyes.

 

“No!” Michael snapped back with a laugh as he moved the plates even further from Jakey’s reach.

 

“You’re a dick,” Jakey sulked.

 

Tobias smiled at Jakey and pushed one of his omelettes towards him: “Here, have one of mine if you’re that hungry. I can always go back and get another.”

 

“Thank you!” Jakey beamed as he snatched the plate close in and placed a protective heavy arm around it.

 

Michael gave Tobias a quizzical look, but the Swede was paying no attention.

 

“So Jakey, how much do you think you weigh?” Tobias asked.

 

“I dunno, who gives a shit!”

 

Michael’s early morning smile turned upside down as he stared daggers at Tobias, who still didn’t notice.

 

“Your brother’s 17 stone and 11 pounds, we weighed him last night.”

 

“What? Why the fuck did you do that? Didn’t you already know he’s fat as fuck?”

 

“Where are Mum and Dad? Why are they not here again?” Michael spoke quickly and loudly, determined to put an end to whatever the hell this conversation was.

 

“Hungover, again! Where’d you think?”

 

“You call your brother fat as fuck, but I’d say you’ve both got about the same waist size, am I right? Double, maybe even triple XL?

 

Jakey looked up at Tobias, what the hell had gotten into this weird ass Swede? He turned to his brother:

 

“He ain’t turning into another fucking Pete is he? The last thing we need is two dicksplashes going on about how much we eat?”

 

“Talking of Pete, where is he? Where’s April?” Michael was determined to change the conversation.

 

“They got up at like stupid o’clock to get the bus to Al Jambra.”

 

“It’s pronounced Alhambra,” Tobias corrected Jakey, “It’s a Moorish palace, but I’ve never been, there are too many moorish things around here!” Tobias eyed up both Michael and Jakey when he landed his punch line.

 

Jakey Laughed. Michael scowled.

 

“Hey! I told that same joke the other day!” He exclaimed. “Only I was referring to the food, not the young boys, cos I’m not a total bender!” Jakey’s big round belly bounced as he laughed loudly.

 

Michael scowled. Tobias smiled and let out a small fake giggle. He knew that he had kind of asked for that one.

 

Jakey’s belly rumbled. He piled his two dirty plates on top of each other and pushed them to the side for the waiter to collect and got up to help himself to thirds.

 

Left alone Michael immediately turned on Tobias:

 

“What the fuck was that about?”

 

“What was what about?”

 

“You! Perving on my little brother with all that weird-ass gainer shit!”

 

“I wasn’t perving. I was just interested to know how much he weighs. He’s clearly gained a lot in the few days since you got here, his belly is much rounder than when I first saw him.”

 

“There you go again! You’re not actually interested in me at all, are you?”

 

“What? Of course I am babe!”

 

“No, you’re not! You just used me for your own kinky needs! You’re just interested in fat boys! You don’t care which fat boy! You’d be just as happy sucking Jakey’s dick!”

 

“That’s ridiculous, he's just a kid!”

 

“What size are you? Double XL, maybe triple XL?” Michael paraphrased Tobias, trying badly to imitate his Swedish accent.

 

“I was just interested! You know I’m into gaining!”

 

“If you’re so interested in Jakey then why don’t you ask him to feed you!”

 

“Because he won’t! He’s straight!”

 

“And there we have it! The truth! You just want any fat boy that you can get. I was so stupid to think that you cared about me, this is all just a fetish to you!”

 

“No, Michael, I’m sorry! That’s not what I meant at all! I..I..think I love you!”

 

Michael moved his head backwards in shock, anger flaming in his teary eyes:

 

“Don’t be so ridiculous! We only met like two days ago! You’re just trying to manipulate me.”

 

“No, Michael, no, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Tears were also welling in Tobias’s darkening eyes.

 

“I think it’s best that you hang out with your own family from now on!”

 

“Please Michael! No! They’re awful! They’re already angry at me for spending so much time with you!”

 

Jakey plonked his plate of boiled potatoes smothered in ketchup down on the table. He looked at his tearful brother and the crying Swede and rolled his eyes. He said nothing. He sat down and forked a potato into his mouth. He chewed three times and swallowed before proceeding to stick his fork into a second one and lifting it to his mouth. Tobias sat in stunned silence watching him eat.

 

“You need to go now!” Michael told him.

 

Tobias got up and shuffled away; out of the restaurant.

 

Jakey swallowed his potato and said nothing.

Three hours later; Michael and Jakey were tanning their swollen bellies by the pool, when their parents finally joined them.

 

“Wow, that was a heavy night!” Dave said, giving his huge bloated beer gut a pat. “How are you boys doing?”

 

He got no reply.

 

“Your Dad asked you a question boys!” Maire said.

 

Jakey turned to his Mum: “Michael dumped his gay Swedish boyfriend and now he’s sad.”

 

Dave cast an eye of concern towards his sulking eldest son.

 

“Oh dear, nevermind,” Marie said in an effort to comfort him. “It’s probably best not to consort with boys like that anyway, you don’t want to get yourself a reputation.”

 

Michael rose up from his sun bed. A furious anger raging across his swollen sunburned face:

 

“I’m gay Mum, I’m Gay! I’m a gay! I’m a gay, Mum! When will you get that into your fat fucking head!”

 

Marie just stared at him in shock.

 

“We all get confused at times, darling,” she said.

 

Michael turned away from his Mum in anger, tears once more streaming down his bright red cheeks. His Dad moved towards him and embraced him in a big gentle bear hug. He sank his wet face deep into his father’s huge soft hairy belly. It felt comforting and warm. At least his Dad seemed to understand him.

 

“Be careful Dad, he might get a boner,” Jakey mumbled to himself.

Mr Fettstrom took a swig from his newly refiled glass. The cava was cheap tasting but free, so he ordered another one. Tobias was staring down at his plate of salad, slowly moving the leaves around, but never eating any.

 

His Mum decided to try to talk to him:

 

“I’m sorry that it didn’t work out, Toby, but what did you think would happen? You were always going to have to part in just over a week anyway. I’m sorry to say it but holiday romances hardly ever work out.”

 

“I really thought that he was the one, Mum.”

 

“That’s what you said about Daniel, älskling.”

 

“No, Michael was different. He loved me for me.”

 

“Pa!” Mr Fettsrom spat. “How could you be in love with an English elephant? You will meet a nice Swedish boy at home. Wait till you get to university. You just need to lose the last of that belly fat and you will be a good looking boy again!”

 

“Mamma! Why do you let him talk to me like that?”

 

“I don’t think that’s a very helpful attitude.” It was unclear who Mrs Fettstrom’s comment was aimed at so they both ignored her.

 

“Honestly Michael, you should be in the gym every morning. The gym here is free.”

 

“I hate the gym! Honestly, I feel like you don’t know me at all!”

 

Tobias got up from the table and started to walk away:

 

“Älsking! Where are you going?”

 

“I’m going to phone Dad. My real dad!”

The rest of the week passed without incident. The Robinson’s continued to binge eat and drink, and Michael proceeded to eat his feelings away. The Fettstrom’s made sure to avoid the buffet and chose to eat in the a la carte restaurant so as to protect Tobias from the monstrous English family. In the daytime they took trips out to local sights, knowing full well that the gluttonous Robinson’s had no intention of ever leaving the comfort of their all inclusive wristbands.

 

Finally, Saturday came around. Both families had now been at Hotel de la Gorda for a full week. The hotel lobby was heaving with guests preparing to leave and new arrivals; Saturday was change-over day.

 

Michael left the buffet at 11.30 am having consumed six five egg omelettes, three English breakfasts, two continental breakfasts, and four pints of lager. His now massive belly hung heavily over his tight board shorts. He sighed and pulled them up at the back in an effort to cover his constantly showing crack.

 

As he heaved himself past the main doors he spotted Tobias sitting alone on top of a suitcase. His heart yearned in pain, as he took in the glum look on the young Swede’s beautifully symmetrical face. He decided that he had to say something, they couldn’t part like this:

 

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Tobias replied, shocked to see Michael. “You’re looking..” He had to stop himself from saying fat, “..good.”

 

“Thanks, I’ve been eating well.”

 

Tobias smiled.

 

“What are you doing?” Michael needlessly asked.

 

“I’m going home.”

 

“Why? I thought you were here for two weeks.”

 

“You know why,”

 

Michael didn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say.

 

“My Dad paid for me to take an early flight.”

 

“Don’t go?” Michael whimpered.

 

“What?”

 

“Don’t go. I need you.”

 

“No, you don’t.”

 

“16 stone, 11 pounds.”

 

“What?”

 

“That’s how much Jakey weighs. He’s 16 stone and 11 pounds.”

 

Tobias smiled and got up onto his feet.

 

“Why are you telling me that?”

 

“Because I get it now. I’m sorry that I didn’t understand before.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes, 16 stone, 11 pounds, and 12 ounces, to be precise. I made him get on the scales last night.”

 

“Why did you make him do that?”

 

“He didn’t want to, but I just had to know which one of us had gained the most.”

 

“I was never interested in your brother, it was only ever you, I want you to know that.”

 

“I know, I’m sorry I got so jealous. Do you want to know how much I weigh now?”

 

Tobias took a good look at Michael’s heaving bigger belly: “Yeah, I’d love to!”

 

“Well then come back to my room with me and we’ll find out.” Michael held his hand out for Tobias to take. He did so gingerly. They smiled sweetly at each other and Tobias picked up his suitcase.

 

“Do you think I look fatter?” Michael asked him, giving his full belly a gentle rub.

 

“Without a doubt! You look wonderful Michael. You always have.”

 

Michael smiled wider and squeezed Tobias’s hand tighter.

 

Tobias took a sneaky peak at Michael’s huge backside that was overhanging his shorts:

 

“I think you might need some new swim shorts,” he said.

 

“No, these fit fine!” Michael wobbled his soft but heavy naked cheeks in order to provoke Tobias in the right way. “And anyway, I’m never getting rid of these no matter how small they get.”

 

“Why?” Tobias asked him.

 

“Because you told me how nice they are,” he said meekly.

 

Tobias giggled: “No, what I actually said was; sexig tjockis!”

 

“Alright, so what does it really mean?”

 

“I’ll show you in your room.”

Dave and Marie were glad to see that Michael and Tobias had made up. Marie was just happy that her son had finally stopped sulking over a fight with a friend that she thought was extremely childish. While Dave, with his higher levels of understanding, actually felt glad for his son. First romances were always an extremely emotional time and he was thrilled that Michael’s one was actually working out.

 

Jakey was also glad to have Tobias back around, not that he was ever going to show it.

 

Mr Fettstrom was so furious that he kicked Tobias out of the family room that the three of them were sharing. Tobias hence moved into Michael’s room. This meant that Jakey had to sleep on a put-up bed in his parents room. Dave snored horrendously, and his Mum’s CPAP machine clicked every five seconds.

 

Jakey was happy to have Tobias back around for a grand total of two hours and thirty three minutes.

Michael, Tobias, and Jakey were all drunk. They were in the bathroom in Michael and now Tobias’s room.

 

“Where did you even get scales from?” Jakey asked.

 

“The local market,” Tobias answered.

 

Jakey was too far gone to think of a follow up question.

 

“You first,” Tobias motioned to Michael.

 

Michael stepped up onto the scale.

 

“Eighteen stone, 7 pounds,” Tobias told him, giving him a quick kiss and belly rub.

 

Jakey looked the other way.

 

“Me next!” he said.

 

Jackey climbed onto the scales.

 

“17 stone and five pounds,” Tobias told him. Jakey bashed a fist into the side of his huge ball belly causing it to sway, “Come on!” he yelled with pride.

 

Tobias was next. He stepped gingerly onto the scale and gave his slightly larger layer over overhanging pudge a little lift.

 

“13 stone, 6 pounds, well done babe!”

 

Tobias smiled. He stepped off the scales and bent over to pick them up. Michael took a good look at his bulging arse cheeks as they strained the seams of his now tight yellow short shorts. Jakey looked the other way. Tobias took the scales and pressed a button on the underside. He laid them back on the floor and stepped back on.

 

“91 kilograms,” Michael told him. Tobias smiled widely. That was slightly more than he had estimated.

 

At that point they heard the door open and Dave walked in wearing only his pink budgie smugglers. He was trying to walk steady and balance a half empty can of San Miguel on the top of his beer belly.

 

“What are yoo booys dooing?” He slurred.

 

Michael and Tobias turned bright red in embarrassment in the joint belief that they had been caught out.

 

“Seeing how much of your money’s worth we’ve had so far!” Jakey innocently told his Dad with a big cheeky smile on his face.

 

“What a good idea booys!”

 

Dave pushed his hairy beer gut out causing the can of warm lager to bounce off and up into the air. Jakey caught it and downed the remaining fizzy liquid.

 

Tobias reset the scales back to British imperial and put them back on the floor for Dave to step onto.

 

“I can’t - hic - see!” Dave said.

 

His belly was indeed far too big to see down past.

 

“22 stone, 3 lbs!” Michael proudly told his father.

 

“Oh dear!” Dave said. Almost losing his footing as he stepped back off the scale. “I’d say I’ve had more than my money’s worth!”

 

Marie appeared in the doorway holding a leaky sandwich and a bottle of wine:

 

“What’s gooin’ oon in here?”

 

“Come see how much of my money you’ve spent this time, love!” Dave smiled at his wife, pleased with his corny Dad joke.

 

“I’ve told yooo before, David, Dave, Robinson! I’m neva gettin’ oon one of ‘em damn contraptioons again!”

 

Dave laughed and took his charming wife by the arm:

 

“Right tiime foor bed! Coome Jakey!”

 

Jakey sighed and followed his parents out. Michael and Tobias waited to hear the door slam shut behind them.

 

“I reckon 24 stone, 6 pounds!” Michael said.

 

“At least!” Tobias said.

The next few days went by like a blissful dream for Michael and Tobias. The expanding young lovers spent every waking and sleeping hour together. Both of them felt like they were in a proper adult relationship for the first time. They slept in late after kissing and spooning deep into the night. They brunched and lunched together, before spending the afternoon tanning their new fat in the sun on two loungers pushed together. They would then shower and fondle together before meeting the rest of the family for dinner. Accompanied by the other fat Robinson’s they really set about stuffing themselves to the point of explosion before heading out to the pool bar to drink more beers than anyone would think sensible. Full, drunk, and bloated beyond belief they would wobble back to their room, feed each other snacks from the vending machine, and play with each other’s gorgeously soft bodies in more and more adventurous ways.

 

They felt like their love affair would never end and never mentioned the oncoming horror that was their inevitable separation when it was time to finally go home at the end of the week. That’s probably why Tobias was so shocked to see his Dad waiting for him in reception as he and Micheal left the breakfast buffet on the Friday morning.

 

“Hey Tobis,”

 

“Hi Dad,”

 

“Oh, we’re speaking English are we?”

 

“Yes, Dad, this is Michael, my boyfriend.”

 

Mr Fettstrom reached out a large muscular tattooed arm towards Michael and shook his soft fat hand with a gentleness that surprised Michael. Mr Fettstrom didn’t look twice at Micheal’s ridiculous size.

 

“It’s very nice to meet you.”

 

“What are you doing here, Dad?”

 

“I was concerned when he didn’t get on the plane last weekend. You seemed so determined to come home. I tried to talk to your mother about it but you know what she’s been like with me recently, I couldn’t get a word out of her, so I decided to come and see for myself how you are doing.”

 

“That’s very kind of you, Dad, but honestly, I’m fine. Me and Michael made up and it’s been wonderful ever since then!”

 

“What do you say, Michael?” Mr Fettstrom asked, “How is Tobias?”

 

“He’s been great! I’m very sorry that we had a row and you felt the need to come over here. That was kinda my fault. Tobias is just so perfect, and I stupidly got jealous. This last week has been the best of my life though, I really do like your son.”

 

“That’s nice to hear, Michael. Thank you for being so open and honest, that can’t have been easy for you.”

 

Michael smiled. He liked this huge tattooed gym bunny hipster. He was nothing at all like the other Mr Fettstrom.

 

“Well I’m glad to know that you’re alright, Tobis, that’s the main thing. Now, if you excuse me boys I have a lot of work to do. I’m going to check in and head straight to the business lounge, and don’t worry Tobis, I’ll keep out of your hair, and meet you back here at 10 am tomorrow. We can ride to the airport together. I’m guessing you boys are going to want some together time before you leave.”

 

Michale and Tobias’s faces sank at the mention of having to leave in the morning. Mr Fettstrom smiled at them knowingly and gave his son a pat on the shoulder he was just about to turn away and leave when Dave, Maire, and Jakey came wobbling out of the buffet clutching their groaning bellies.

 

“There you are, Michael!” Dave said.

 

“Oh, Dad, Mum! Come over here and meet Tobias’s Dad.”

 

The Robinsons approached. A look of bewilderment on Dave’s face. Michael assumed it was because he wasn’t aware of the two Dad’s situation.

 

“This is Mr Fettstrom, er the other one,” Michael said, “This is my Mum, Marie, Dad, Dave, and brother, Mikey.

 

Dave shook hands with Mr Fettstrom, who introduced himself as Anton. Maire and Jakey just gave him a friendly wave.

 

“Anton Fettstrom. You’re not the Anton Fettstrom from Ice Capital, are you?” Dave asked.

 

“Do I know you?” Anton asked him.

 

“Er, no, Sir,”

 

Anton shuffled uncomfortably. He had realised that this must be an employee.

 

“I’m Dave Robinson, Buxom Insurance, Guildford.”

 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you and your family, Dave. Now, I don’t wish to be rude but I have a lot of work to do.”

 

“Oh, of course!” Dave said, a wave of nervousness coming over him. He looked down at his expanded hairy belly and for the first time in almost two weeks felt naked in his pink budgie smugglers.

 

Anton, sensing that he had come across a bit rude, corrected himself: “I’m sure I can find some time this evening for a drink. It would be great to get to know Tobias’s new friend’s family better. Tobias has told me how kind you have all been towards him.”

 

“That would be great,” Dave said through a gritted smile. He was both looking forward to the opportunity and dreading it at the same time.

 

Anton left the Robinsons and Tobias there in reception so that the fat family could continue to enjoy their final day at Hotel de la Gorda in exactly the same way that they had every other.

Michael and Tobias dined alone that evening in the a la carte restaurant. They ordered everything off the menu, twice. Michael protested that it was too expensive and that it wasn’t included in his wristband, but Tobias had insisted that it would be ok. He wanted to treat Michael if it was to be their last night together.

 

There was now no avoiding the awful conversation.

 

“I don’t want to leave you!” Michael said.

 

“I don’t want to leave you either!” Tobias said, reaching his chubby little hand over the top of his Beef Wellington in order to clasp Michael’s much chubbier hand.

 

“I wish that you could come to Stockholm with me!”

 

“So do I, but I can’t. I’m due back at uni next month. My parents would kill me if I quit!”

 

“I don’t want to make you give up your studies and life for me. You seem to have such a wonderful loving family, I couldn’t possibly force you to leave them behind.”

 

Michael’s eyes dropped down, he stared at the pile of swordfish bones on his plate.

 

“What if you came back with us?” He suggested

 

“Would I really be welcome?”

 

“Of course! You could share my room. I commute to uni.”

 

“I wouldn’t want to be an imposition.”

 

“Never! I love you, Tobis! I love you more than anything in the world! And I intend to keep my promise to help you regain!”

 

“You don’t really have to do that. It’s unfair of me to put that on you.”

 

“But I want to! I want to help you become the biggest, fattest, softest, beautifulest, sexig svensk poijke ever!”

 

Tobias could have died in Michael’s arms right there.

 

“I’ll ask my Dad,” he said, and took another huge bite of gravy laden beef.

Anton Fettstrom was already drinking and laughing with the rest of the Robinson’s when the boys emerged from the restaurant.

 

“Tobis! Come sit down, boys have a beer with us! Mr Robinson has had an idea that you might be interested in.

 

“Oh really, what’s that?” Michael asked with keen interest as he was handed a plastic cup of Estrella Damm.

 

“Really, it’s for Tobias,” Dave explained. “Your Dad was telling me what a hard time you’ve had with it at home recently, what with your parents splitting and all. So, I thought maybe you could do with a change of scenery.”

 

“Yes?” Tobias said, his heart fluttering with hopefulness.

 

“You see, I hope I’m not being too forthright, but your Dad thinks that separating you from Michael may not be good for your health, he doesn’t want you to er.. Relapse.”

 

“It’s fine, Mr Robinson, I mean Dave. I told Micheal about my antidepressants.”

 

“Ok, good. So you two are clearly head over heels..”

 

Marie coughed loudly, interrupting Dave’s flow. He ignored his wife.

 

“..you’ve only just met and are starting to get to know each other, so we all think that it would be best if you came back to the UK with us. You can stay in Micheal’s room as you’ve already been sharing for the last week anyway.”

 

“Thank you! Thank you!” It was hard to tell who was yelling louder, Michael or Tobias? They hugged and embraced each other.

 

“You’re going to be an intern at Buxom Insurance. Dave here will be your mentor. We can count it as a gap year. See how you like it and if all goes well maybe we can look at applying for the London School of Economics.”

 

“Ja pappa! Tack så mycket pappa! Jag älskar dig! Jag älskar dig så jävla mycket!”

 

Michael smiled and mouthed the words so that he could repeat them to Tobias later: “Jag älskar dig Tobias,” he practised over and over again.

 

“Now, Dave, I will of course offer you a small amount of compensation for Tobis’s room and board.”

 

“No.” Dave held his big bear-like palm up in the air towards Anton in order to make his determination clear.

 

“I won’t hear a word of it. It will be our pleasure to have Tobias as our guest!”

 

Anton knew better than to pursue the matter and risk denting Dave’s male pride.

 

“Thank you, that’s very generous,” he said simply. And ordered another round of drinks.

Michael and Tobias thundered into their bedroom at about 4 am. Michael’s board shorts were already around his knees. His huge ballooned arse cheeks wobbled in the moonlight, as he lumbered forwards towards the bed. The weight of his distended bloated belly caused him to topple forwards and he fell head first onto the mattress causing the whole bed to shake.

 

Tobias was well behind him, white undies, and white linen shorts around his ankles. He dived head first on top of Micheal and landed with his face deep inside his beautiful round bulging cheeks. He wobbled his head and felt Michael’s arse vibrate around him. He opened his drunken eyes and stared straight at Micheal’s twinkling star. It twitched anxiously. He reached out his soft hands and parted the pillows so as to be able to stick his ridiculously handsome face in further. He stuck out his tongue and began to lap like a small terrier dog.

 

Michael shook and winced as he felt the pleasure course through his insides. He had never felt so fat, so beautiful. Tobias removed one hand from Micheal’s soft cheeks and moved in down to his blood filled crotch. He pulled hard on his shaft and spat in Micheal’s hole.

 

“Are you ready, babe?”

 

Michael groaned in the affirmative.

 

It hurt like hell, but felt better than he could ever have imagined. Tobias moved his hips expertly backwards and forwards at the perfect pace, gradually becoming more and more forceful; just the right amount. Michael moaned loudly:

“Jag älskar dig Tobias” he groaned into the muffled pillow that he was biting on.

 

Tobias smiled the widest smile that he had ever produced:

 

“I love you too, Michael Robinson,” he said, as he shot deep into his lover’s prostate.

Three days later, Dave Robinson, turned on his desktop, wiped his bleary hungover eyes, and took a big swig of his coffee; three sugars.

 

He clicked on the Outlook icon and began to scroll through the hundreds of missed emails that he needed to catch up on. One caught his eye; it was from the financial department. He clicked on it, smiled and leaned back in his creaking chair.

 

He had been awarded a ten thousand pound, per annum, pay raise for his good work on the Turkish restaurant case.

 

“Hotel de la Gorda for Christmas?” he said to himself.