Funkhouse Fatcamp

To call this kid "fat" is kind of an understatement, at just 18 Lorenzo weighed a whomping 420 pounds but only managed to reach about 5 foot 6 inches in height. As you can imagine with dimensions that crazy he was extremely chunky literally, everywhere. however, this had been amplified (and in a way was multiplied) by his BBW Mom's big thick frame and his obese Nigerian Dad's hefty body build. Meaning Lorenzo was the best of both overweight worlds. He had inherited his dads massive tree trunk thighs, belly and moobs while retaining his moms bottom heavy pear shape, enormous hips and butt-cheeks. He was also given other "gifts" (or curses depending on who you ask) from them both, which were a horrible sweating condition from his mom and his dad's never-ending funky B.O. disorder.

All of these factors combined with his horribly unhealthy diet and lack of daily (or weekly) hygienic care made him less of a kid and more of a walking stink-bomb. The young plump thug only cared about smoking "loud" on the block, getting deep-throat from fat thots, (since they were the only ones desperate enough to endure his extremely strong funk) and good eats. Now, with His always musky Mom sitting on her fat ass working from home and his stink-ridden Dad being a garbage-truck driver that comes in and stanks the house up regularly, they never really noticed or cared much. An exception being when his mom would occasionally notice the putrid dark skids in his boxers spanning from the top of the crack to the bottom or his cheesy, yellow sweat stain covered socks of that month when doing laundry. Which would just result in a "you need to bathe more" scolding that went nowhere.

It wasn't until - his home room instructor at school called to inform his parents about complaints of his unbearable stench made by both his class and football team mates respectively, how this was effecting his schooling and how Lorenzo was even subsequently being kicked off the team because of it - that his parents agreed on sending him to a fat camp for the summer to lose weight and hopefully gain "better" hygiene. His coach was quoted on saying "I've smelled 25 years of high-school and college football locker rooms and I've never smelled a stank that just, sticks and shakes me to my core like this kids!", so his Mom was embarrassed and felt it would be best.

Chapter-2: Parent Payback

Lorenzo was furious with the news of his unexpected summer detour. He had planned to just smoke, snack and fuck whatever big booty, sloppy hood whales that would let him all summer long or at least, until he was forced to find a job. With his prior plans soiled the big boy decided to rebel in the only way he knew how, which to him meant graduating from a regular ol' stink-bomb to a full on funky nuke! He had a full 2 weeks till he left and he was going to make his parents and any other authority's pay, big-time. He grabbed his rank, filthy gym compression wear (which he had in a gym bag inside of zip-locks because even he couldn't withstand the level of stink they let off) to wear under his clothes for his remainder of time home. He purposely skipped any forms of bathing & smeared poop all the way up his crack and in his taint and thigh pits after each dump he took! He wore his stinkiest shoes and unwashed socks, threw away his deodorant and even replaced his lotion with a mixture of cheese sauce, jalapeño and pickle juice. By the end of week 2 he smelled the worst he had ever smelled, times 20!

On the morning of the trip his dad yelled upstairs for the boy to get ready. Lorenzo didn't even pack a change of clothes. he just, doused his neck and behind his ears with his new gag inducing lotion concoction then packed snacks and his weed pipe into his backpack along with his stash. He headed down the stairs towards the door and past his mom when she instantly gagged and started panting in disbelief and disgust. His dad yelled, "god damn, boy u stank! That's why yo' ass in this shit now! Sheeeeesh!" Lorenzo just shrugged and rushed past, in a rush to get the unwanted trip over with.

His dad was to drive him 45 minutes to the nearest bus station then from there he would board the "Funk-House Camp" Bus and ride an additional 12 hours to the camp down in San Antonio Texas. Lorenzo's dad had found a camp on the dark web that claimed to specifically specialize in reducing weight and improving hygienic habits of poverned overweight young adults for free. The whole ride there Lorenzo's dad and his nose were in agony and this was saying something with him being a fat African man, who studies have proven genetically have the strongest funk. The obese teens ripe B.O. was fuming and filling the entire car even with the windows down. Lorenzo had ate a bowl of beans the night before and wasn't hesitating to rip huge eggy farts with each bump of the road, unbeknownst to him though this was a torture tactic he would soon become oddly familiar with in one way, or another.