Consulting room story

Chapter 2 - consulting room story chapter 2

He continued to type into his computer,
'And what types of food and in what quantities are you eating every day?'
'I just eat bread and cheese . . . chips, peanut butter, pizza and chocolate. . . .I don't eat so much cake, although just now I did have some doughnuts. I steal food from the supermarkets, go to different ones each day of the week and steal cheese and oil and peanut butter and chocolate, and just buy the bread so it looks like I am a normal customer. And I order chips and pizza from the delivery take-aways - seven different ones for each day of the week because I would feel ashamed if the delivery men knew what I was eating all the time.'
'So it is mainly high fat food you are choosing?'
'Yes - although I also like high protein like cheese and peanut butter. It's not so much the sugary things . . .but I do admit I eat a lot of chocolate'
'And can you tell me about the quantities of food - because that amount of weight is a lot of cheese '
'I eat snacks every two hours of the day and night - mostly cheese and peanut butter sandwiches with deep fried chips and chocolate milk , just to make sure I don't get hungry in between meals . . .My meals are pizza and chocolate bars, three times a day' I desperately tried to ignore the gnawing hunger I felt as I described all the food I ate every day.
'Wait, so let me get this down right - so we can work out exactly what kind of calorific values you are eating . . How much bread and peanut butter and cheese do you eat each day?'
I suddenly felt so choked with embarrassment that I could hardly speak. This kind doctor was taking the time to listen to a great useless fat bucket of lard like me telling him how greedy I am. I was so ashamed of myself I just lowered my eyes.
'Well - OK - I can see this is hard for you . . .but if you can tell me more about all the food you are eating I can help you to work out how to change things - is it say . . . a whole loaf a day?'
I shook my head
'There now - so - not even a whole loaf a day . . . so perhaps ten or twelve slices of bread?' the doctor asked.
I shook my head slowly and tears rolled down my face as I looked up at him begging him to understand.
'Oh . . . I see. So - More than a whole loaf? Two?' He watched me carefully for a response. 'You eat more than two loaves of bread a day?'
'Six. Usually six loaves.' I said at last 'made into triple cheese and peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwiches. I eat half a loaf every couple of hours with chips from the chip shop and wash it down with chocolate milk. Every day I eat six loaves of bread, six jars of peanut butter, six pounds of hard cheese and six jars of mayonnaise. Every single day - and they are my snacks to stop me feeling too hungry. Then there are three meals a day. Of pizza and chocolate . . . I eat a sixteen inch double meat supreme with extra cheese and two extra large bars of chocolate before I feel like I have eaten a meal. I just don't feel full until I have eaten the whole pizza and all the chocolate and drank about two litres of chocolate milk.'
There was a silence after I stopped speaking and when I dared to look up the doctor had finished typing and was sitting back from the computer looking carefully at me.
'I know. . . . I'm fat and disgusting and I'm eating myself to death. .' I said 'Please don't tell me . . . I know - but I can't stop without help because I am just too greedy and out of control. . I have no self control - I am just a useless slave to my own compulsive need to stuff and stuff and stuff myself . . . and I can't stop. I am so afraid I will eat until I die but nothing stops me from stuffing my belly all day every day . . . I am frightened doctor. Please, please help me.'
'I want to help you. It is true that you are super-obese and more than 25 stone overweight ' he said 'but I am afraid you are not being entirely honest with me.'
'But it's true . . . I weigh 37 stone because I compulsively eat all day - I have told you everything I eat . . .'
'Yes. . I believe you - and it's obvious to anyone that you must be a compulsive overeater to be so big - But - My calculator makes your daily calorific intake in the region of 35000. That's more than ten times what you need and at that rate even at your size you should be gaining about ten pounds a day. So what doesn't make sense . . .What I don't understand . . . is that if you are eating that much every day - why aren't you much, much bigger?'.
I looked down again to where my massive rolls of lard swelled out all round me. He really was interested enough in what I was saying to work it out, not just label me as a greedy lazy fat liar.
I hesitated 'Well . . . There is something I haven't mentioned.' I was blushing. 'I suppose I should tell you about the breastfeeding.'
'You are lactating?'
I felt both my pendulous breasts let down my milk at the mention of it. As the doctor watched with his mouth open the circles of wetness grew on my 6XL tee-shirt. The milk began to flow down over my fat belly and the doctor got up from his chair and knelt before me.
'May I?' he asked pushing my clothes out of the way, cupping my spurting nipple in his hand and lifting my heavy breast to his lips
'Please' I said and he began to suck. 'But please . . . do both!' I begged, pushing my other breast towards his mouth. My milk came so fast and there was so much of it at first that he struggled to swallow it all, and I could see that he would soon be gorged with my milk.
'Please don't stop' I urged 'I hate it if they're not drained. . Keep sucking after they are empty so they get fuller and fatter - I want them to fill up bigger next time.'
I could see his stomach swelling up round and bloated as he filled up with my fattening milk. But he did not stop until they were completely drained and he was sucking dry for ten minutes afterwards until my tits ached and my nipples were getting sore.
He sat back and unbuttoned his trouser to allow the round bulge of his full stomach to swell out. His eyes were sparkling with pleasure and excitement when he looked at me. 'That was so good!' he said
'I needed it too. .Normally it takes both my girlfriends to empty these jugs. .. but I still need you to help me with my problems . . .I am still obese and a compulsive overeater and now that you have suckled all my milk I am starving hungry . . .I want some food to eat and . . .And what I really really want now is . . . .to be ***ed.'
'Do you want me to help you with that too?'
'Can you? I know I am too fat for anyone to really find me attractive . . . I am disgusted by my body why wouldn't you be?'
'Mainly because there's nothing I like better than a well plumped up fatty like you. You have got perfect massive tits like udders and a big round barrel of bellyfat so big and swollen you can hardly walk. You have to realise that I love fat women and you are the fattest woman I have ever seen. And now I am gorged on your milk I feel like ***ing your fat ***. Come on and lie on the examining table - face down so I can see that enormous fat arse properly'
So I waddled through and leaned forward onto the table and the doctor stood behind me and reached round to touch my rolls of lard. I could feel him stroking the underside of my belly like a farmer appraising the fatness of a prize cow. Then he pushed my knees apart and parted my buttocks and so he could see my streaming ***.
'Please doctor - please *** me now!' I begged 'Please I need to be filled up I am so hungry for food and love and cock and desperate to be filled up . . . please fill me up with your cock . . . now!'
So he entered me with a good eight inches of hard cock and started to push into me over and over again while holding the lard of my belly in his hands, gently touching my huge hanging stomach, caressing it as it hung swaying to the rhythm of his thrusts.
'Tell me you want to *** my fat' I said
'I do want to *** your fat'
'Tell me you love my disgusting fatness'
'I love your disgusting fatness'
'Tell me I am just a big greedy fatty'
'You are a big greedy fatty'
'Ask me how I got so fat'
'How did you get so fat?'
'Tell me it must be because I eat so much'
'It must be because you eat so much'
'Tell me I am too fat'
'You are too fat'
'Tell me I should be ashamed to be so greedy '
'You really should be ashamed of yourself for being so greedy'
'Tell me I deserve to be fattened until I can't move'
'You deserve to be fed and fed and stuffed and stuffed until you are so fat and heavy you can never move again.'
'I'm so hungry . . do you have anything I can be stuffing myself with while you're stuffing me?'
'There is my just lunch in the desk drawer . . .just a minute' he quickly went over to his desk to fetch his baguette and cake
'I want everything to be full . . .I want to feel my tits swelling up with milk and my belly swelling up with food and my *** rammed full of cock.'
He returned quickly with his lunch, a foot long sub and a box of doughnuts. The he passed them to me and forced his hard prick back inside me as I began to eat the food as quickly as I could. I was so hungry I stuffed it in as fast as possible as he ***ed me hard and with long easy strokes. Before I had finished eating he came inside me.
I said 'I need to come desperately. .please touch me!'
I turned over so he could lean over me and I was so close to orgasm and he tickled my clit so expertly that I had a big strong orgasm before I had chance to take another mouthful of doughnut.
When I opened my eyes he was looking at me with such love and desire that I was immediately filled with longing for him again.
'I hope you can forgive me' he said 'I find you so attractive and I was overcome with desire for you . . .I think I love you - and I want to spend my life making love to you . . .does that sound OK to you?'
'Yes . .I'm OK with that' I said '. . .But right now I want us to do all of that again, but slower, and this time I expect you to buy me dinner first!'