The doctor's visit

Chapter 2 - part 2 -- in walks the doctor

The doctor looked at Cindy confused, back down at the chart, and then back to Cindy. Her eyebrows raised as she subtly shook her head and went and sat at her desk and opened up Cindy's file. Although it had been some time since Cindy last saw Dr. Annakova, she looked remarkably similar. The doctors short auburn hair was shoulder length. She was tall and her white lab coat hid most of her body, but Cindy could tell the doctor was in what would be considered exemplary shape.

"Cindy Cross," the doctor said, still facing the computer monitor, "Just a check-up, today?" She turned and looked at Cindy. She felt her stare burrow into her fat body, sizing it up, and felt her second-hand embarrassment for the once slender girl who now was proportional to a whale.

"Yes, Dr. Annakova," Cindy said, "and I just needed my allergy prescription refilled."

"Shouldn't be a problem... Hm. I thought it was just an error by the nurse but now that I've seen you..." The doctor trailed off, pivoting around to face Cindy from her computer chair. "Have you been experiencing any sort of depression lately? Any anxiety? Any major life changes?"

"No, Doctor," Cindy answered, but she wasn't naïve. She understood what the doctor was getting at but chose to play along, "Why do you ask?"

"Well," the Doctor looked back at the computer and thought for a moment, "the last time you were here was April of last year, about fifteen months ago."

"Yes?"

"We ll, Cindy," the doctor looked solemnly from the computer to the chart and then back at Cindy, focusing on her belly poking out of her shirt engulfing the top of her thighs, "Do you have any idea what you weighed when you were in here last?"

Probably 140. Cindy thought to herself. But she wanted to continue to play along, to beat around the bush in order to avoid any more humiliation, albeit it seemed inevitable. Instead she shook her head "no."

"Last visit you were 138 pounds on a 5 foot 7 inch frame. Perfectly healthy. But now... the reason I asked if you've been under stress or anxiety, you've put on a, well, considerable, amount of weight. 122 pounds from your last visit to be exact," the doctor said somberly, as if she was telling someone they had cancer. "That's an exorbitant amount of weight in under a year and a half. As you can imagine, I'm very concerned for you. I want to run some tests. If you haven't been exhibiting any signs of mental distress I'm concerned this may be hormonal."

Cindy interjected, "I don't really think all that's necessary, doctor." Dr. Annakova looked at her, "No offense."

"What do you mean, Cindy? You're my patient. I want to do what's best for you. Unless..."

"Look, I know I've gained a few pounds. Life's been good. I'm really stable, have a great relationship. I overindulge a little bit, but I'm not too concerned about it. Really, I just came for my allergy medication."

"A few pounds? Overindulged a little bit? Cindy, you've nearly doubled your weight!" Dr. Annakova exclaimed, her face growing red with frustration. "Do you realize how bad this is? The risks associated with your obesity?"

The doctor continued explaining the risks and downfalls of rapid weight gain and obesity, the importance of a balanced diet and exercise, but Cindy tuned it out.

Obesity, she thought. I've gotten so fat, I'm officially obese!? Why is that both disturbing and so incredibly hot? And why am I so hungry? I hope Jason takes me to Burger King after this. I could totally do a few burgers and fries. Oh! And a big chocolate shake for dessert! No, I'll just use that to wash down the burgers and fries and then we can get a cheesecake for dessert from Nino's downstairs. Oh God, that would be so good. I'll be so full and he can stroke and kiss this big fat belly and make love to his big fat girlfriend, watching all this lard jiggle as I moan...

The doctor finished her chastisement and stood up. "Let's have a look at you shall we? I'd like you to remove your shirt."

Cindy snapped back from her seemingly endless thought stream of all things fat and once again felt panic. She hesitated for a moment, and looked at Dr. Annakova. She fastened the stethoscope to her ears and stated, "I need to check your heart and with all that breast tissue it'll be hard enough. Removing a layer of clothing will help me get a better read."

Reluctantly Cindy agreed and began pulling off her shirt. Her belly was momentarily suspended as she lifted above her pendulous breasts but, once, free slapped down hard onto her thighs, ripples seismically moving through her chub. The effort of taking off her shirt had disoriented her too tight bra, and took a moment to adjust, putting as much of the mass of spilling boobage back into the cups as possible, but seemingly to no avail. The tops of her areolas still poked out of the bra, the light pink stretch marks streaking vertically from them. Once she was as adequately adjusted as possible the doctor reached over and placed the cold stethoscope between her breasts, her tiny hand being almost completely obscured. After a few moments she stopped and removed the device.

"Your heart sounds fine, at least," Dr. Annakova said. She turned her attention to Cindy's hanging belly and gave it a pinch. "Look at this! All this fat! Do you know what these are?" The doctor poked Cindy's stretch marks that resembled crescents that started just millimeters from her now cavernous belly button and grew larger as they expanding out towards her hips.

"I think those are just marks from my mattress or something," Cindy said earnestly, knowing well they were scars brought about by her skin stretching from her immense weight gain over a relatively short period of time.

"No! These are striae! Stretch marks! Pregnant women get them when they have another human being growing inside of them! But yours are just from getting too fat too fast! I suppose you've gained enough weight for a whole other human being... but this is evidence! How could you not see you were getting so fat? You're bursting out of the clothes you're wearing, I'm sure they're not the first either!"

Cindy turned red, humiliated, infuriated, and extremely turned on, "Well, doctor, I have a very flexible income. I'm able to buy things as I need them."

"Then I suggest you take a trip, young lady. I received complaints from a patient of mine that was here with her toddler son. The amount of skin - of fat! - you're showing off in public is inappropriate."

"I'll take that into consideration. Thank you. Can I get my prescription now?"

Dr. Annakova scoffed as she took out her prescription pad and furiously scribbled the order. "Here it is. I want to see you in three months! If you haven't lost weight by then I'll no longer accept you as my patient. There are healthy eating and exercise pamphlets out front, and other resources online. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself, Cindy. You were such a beautiful girl and now... you're an obese fatty! Now please, go! I have other patients to see."

Cindy squeezed back into her shirt and exited the doctor's office. As we waddled through the waiting room she caught the patients staring at her, watching her wide hips sway, the belly sticking out from under her shirt jiggle, and her boobs bounce. A woman grabbed her child and covered his eyes, but the young boy pushed her hand away and stared at her in awe. Cindy smiled to herself as she walked out and got into the passenger side of Jason's car.

"So... how was it?" He asked.

"Could have been worse. I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, let's get something to eat.
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"That's my girl," Jason said as he reached over and gave her chunky thigh a loving squeeze.