By Babydicklover. “But Mom, I don’t want to! You can’t tell me what to do.” Shouted Ryan, a privileged and bratty sixteen-year-old boy. “You will do as I say. Get ready. We are going to Dr. Barb today. You are simply getting too fat.” She barked back and overpowered his shameful attitude. Ryan stomped to his room and slammed the door with strength. Instead of going out after school on a Friday, he would see his pediatrician. His mother rolled