chapter 5

Tom warily accepted that plan. Then he asked me to help him up as he wanted to start cooking dinner. I accompanied him and put all the ingredients on the table for him to prepare his Pizza Mumbai. It was an easy dish that he could handle sitting at the table without standing at the stove.

He admitted that he spent most of the day in the bed as he knew it would be very hard to get up from the sofa several times without any help.

Soon the pizza, with chicken, pineapples and a sauce hollandaise was ready. We cleaned the kitchen and went back to the living room.

I asked him if he would prefer to lay on his bed, as I remembered that I still had an old TV in the cellar, as it was still working when I bought my bigger one. But Tom said, that he would prefer to have some company if I wouldn't mind.

Of course I didn't mind at all and so we had again a very nice evening with him watching a movie and me secretly watching him in all of his glorious sexy obesity, all the while dreaming about ripping off his clothes and doing lewd things to him!

The next morning we got up early to get him ready for his appointment.

Tom showered and sat back on his bed. He was again totally exhausted and so I helped him to dry all the folds between his lard rolls, with me lingering a bit longer than I probably should have in some spots, and to put on his clothes. With my help it still took some time but there was enough time left that he could lay back for a moment to relax.

It was only a short trip to the doctor, but I enjoyed touching Tom again when I fastened his seatbelt. He felt so soft ...my desire was fueled again. And that mountain of fat started to jiggle again when I drove ... I even cheated a bit by selecting a bumpy cobblestone street on part of the route! Those cobblestones seemed to make every square centimeter of Tom's immense body jiggle crazily -- his cheeks and jowls, his enormous fleshy moobs, and his huge gelatinous belly ... oh that belly -- it was amazing that I didn't get into an accident as I certainly was not paying attention to the oncoming traffic!

On the way he told me that he was very nervous about the doctor and being out in public, now that he was aware how fat he looked. I tried to console him but it seemed to no avail.

I was glad to find a parking space near the doctor that was wide enough for him to get out. When I helped him to get up there were of course some passersby that gawked at him like he was a circus attraction. They probably had never seen someone as fat as Tom and would never again be able to enjoy such a view, and one rude young man even took a picture of Tom with his iPhone. But he put the phone away after I glared at him with my gaze of death!

Embarrassed by the spectacle he was creating, Tom waddled slowly to the entrance, pushing out his enormous, protruding belly in front of him by leaning slightly backwards, totally out of breath from the short walk.

As it was an old building the door was a bit smaller. I never noticed that before, until I saw Tom turning sideways to get through, and even then having some difficulty clearing the narrow opening. I felt badly for his predicament, but at the same time was totally aroused that he was almost too wide for the doorway.

The receptionist at the front desk noticed of course his distress and asked him to take a seat in the waiting area. In a hushed tone, she explained to him, that he should please take two chairs as she wasn't sure if one would hold his weight.

Tom blushed a bright crimson red as he took his place on the two chairs in the full waiting room, but relieved to be finally be able to sit down as he still was gasping for air. But he tried to avoid any eye contact with the people staring at him. And anyone who stared too long got the gaze of death back from me, as it was becoming clearer and clearer to me that I was now his protective mama bear, keeping my sexy fat friend safe from all harm!

That became even more evident when he was called to go back to see the doctor and noticed that I wasn't coming with him. He got a panicked look and whispered "You don't come in with me?"

"I thought you would prefer to talk with the doctor alone," I told him.

But Tom begged me to join him.

The nurse asked him to sit on the examination table as she needed to take some blood for the checkup. That took forever as first he had trouble climbing up (the two of us had to help him) then she had trouble finding a vein buried under all of Tom's fat. Then she wanted to take his blood pressure, but with a disgusted look she finally gave up as she couldn't get the pressure cuff around his upper arm.
She asked him to sit down on the two chairs as the doctor would join us soon.

When she left us alone Tom thanked me for joining him, but was interrupted by the doctor.

The doc was really gentle. She asked him how he got so big, but very calm and professionally. So Tom could relax a bit.

Then she asked him to take of his clothes and lay down. So I helped him to take them off and to get back on the examination table. It creaked as he did and his sides were flowing over on each side, which again got me very aroused sexually.

The doctor examined him thoroughly. pressing down deeply into his belly to look for anything she could feel under all that fat. She examined his folds if there were skin irritations and asked him to lift up his belly. He tried but wasn't able to get a grip of it below his belly button so she lifted it up herself and finally asked me to hold it so that she was able to inspect the parts hidden beneath.

As envious as I was when she started with the examination I tried to avoid looking at Tom when I actually had to hold up his belly.

Moving on from his mid-section, she took special care of his feet and legs. Finally she asked him to sit up again.

That was no easy task as the examination table was so small. But with our combined help he struggled to get in a sitting position, spreading his legs wide to make place for his belly.

" I'm sure you know that you are way too big," the doctor started, " you're not far from immobility. Indeed I'm astonished that you are still able to walk around. But you need to loose weight immediately, otherwise you will soon be bedbound. You know how much help you need yet. Not necessarily," she added, "but it is easier for you with the help. So you can imagine how that will develop."

"The good thing is, that a lot of the weight you put on recently is only water. So I will prescribe you some pills to lose that water. You will need to pee every hour minimum... but it will help with your mobility. Then you need to exercise more, otherwise the water will be back in no time. So I recommend you to walk as much as possible and to go swimming. A healthy diet with fresh fruits and vegetables instead of only junk food will be helpful too. Further on I will get you a recipe to get lymphatic drainage and physiotherapy. I will call you tomorrow, if I need to see you about the results of the blood test. If not I want to see you again in 2 weeks, with your actual weight if possible. I hope to be able to get a blood pressure cuff that's big enough in the meantime. Do you have any questions?"

A perplexed Tom could only shake his head.

So I answered that he would think that over and that he would probably have a list of questions at the next appointment.

Back in the car Tom was very silent, so that I asked if we should still go to the weigh-in.

"I don't like that at all, but I think it is necessary and I think it is better to go now instead of starting another time again," he sighed.

So I drove over the weigh bridge, turned around the corner and left Tom out at a bench where he could wait for me. Then I drove back over the bridge. The man there looked a bit surprised to see me again, but made no comment.

I fetched Tom at his bench and we drove home.

We agreed to have a look at the result at home when we were settled comfortably and could discuss everything.

So when we arrived I enjoyed once more his softness and seeing him waddling to the door .

When we were seated in the living room with a nice cup of coffee I started to get his weight. He looked anxiously at me asking" So, what's the damage?"

"357kg"

He swallowed hard and sighed "oh, I didn't think it to be so much...how could I let it get so far? You heard what she said about immobility. I don't want that. I want to live. I like to be fat, but not so fat that I can't do anything by myself."

He stopped and added "I was really glad to have you with me. I know it was a big favour I asked from you. I noticed how disgusted you were when you had to help the doctor."

"Oh no Tom, I wasn't digusted. but I thought it would be humiliating for you." I protested.

"It was" he sighed. "It was. I think needing help from someone to hoist up your belly would be embarassing for everybody. Especially when it is such a beautiful woman as you."

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked him, ignoring everything else.

"Of course! You're looking wonderful. You're perfectly polstered up like a real woman should be." Tom stated.

I'm sure now I was blushing, as I felt suddenly very hot and murmured "I think you are too."