chapter one

"Derek Wilson..."

Dr. Sandra Wilcox held open the door to the patient room. A wide smile spread across her face.

At 39 and single, it was getting harder and harder to meet men she wanted to talk to, but this kind of thing made life so...effortless. She adjusted her white lab coat, rubbed newly lipsticked lips together, and held open the door.

Back to school was her favorite time of year. All the kids going off to college had to have physical exams. Including all those overweight 18 -21 year old boys. With pudgy and perfect bodies she couldn't keep her hands off. And her job afforded her the opportunity to play and get away with it. And why shouldn't she? They enjoyed themselves after all.

Young Derek was 19, and had a big belly on him. These kids of today just sat in front of their computers and ate junk. Ah, she thought, glancing at his mother in the waiting room, or rather weighting room. Obesity runs in the family.

He got up and followed her into the room, and she closed the door behind them.

"Off to school soon?" she asked.

"Yep", he said, nervously. They were all nervous around doctors.

"Take your shirt off please."

He pulled it over his head.

"My, my, a touch overweight are we?" she asked. "Let's get on the scale please." He had a big round belly, that was still perky and high due to his age. Speaking of perky, so were his c cups. Rolls of fat hung from his sides.

He blushed bright crimson.

"Let's see, you're 5'9, 245 pounds...that's clinically obese you know..." she started.

"Sorry..." he stuttered, "I just like to eat."

"I noticed", she quipped. "Let's take your blood pressure."

She attached the cuff to his arm. "Wow, barely goes around your arm..."

He grumbled quietly and blushed again.

"It's high, too high for someone your age...let me feel..."

She grabbed his belly, took a handful of soft chunk in her hand, and nearly came on the spot. She moaned. "You're very soft."

"Is this part of the exam?" he asked, bewildered.

"It is. Don't worry, I'm a doctor. Just feeling your belly....have you had all this soft fat for long?"

"Um, um..." He couldn't speak. She giggled.

"Relax. Let's move on for the moment. I need you to bend over so I can count your rolls, I can tell how overweight you are that way", she said, "Just try to touch your toes."

He bent over a pathetically meager few feet. "Not too limber, I see", she said. She put her finger between each of his rolls of fat. "I count 9. Well, I would advise diet and exercise, but we both know that's never going to happen, so keep on", she said.

She picked up the calipers. "We need to use the extra extra large on you..." She pinched a bit chunk of his pudge.

"Are you gonna talk to me about anything except how fat I am?" he grumbled.

"Do you think obesity is a joke, young man?" she asked.

"No, no, sorry..."

"You could develop heart disease or type 2 diabetes..." she said.

"I know, but it's not my fault, my whole family is big. It's genetic", he said.

"Was the entire bag of potato chips you ate last night genetic?" she guffawed. "Please, oldest excuse in the book, though usually women use it, not young men like you."

"So what like...I need to need lettuce?" he asked.

"We both know you won't, so why ask." She put her hand on his belly. "You have very soft fat, meaning it's on top of your abdominal muscles, rather than beneath."

"Really?" he asked.

"Really. Stand up please, and bend over", she said.

"I dread this part", he said.

"Most men do", she said, "But they don't when I do it."

He just stood.

"Do as you're told please, lower your boxers and bend over", she insisted.

His pulse was thundering. She was afraid he was going to have a heart attack right there in the office.

"Shhh, calm down", she said, stroking his back.

She pulled on plastic gloves. "Spread your legs."

He did so without question. Ahhh, authority. There was nothing like it.

She pushed a finger inside him. "Turn your head and cough please."

He did.

"Well done." She started moving her finger, taking it almost out, then pushing in deeper.

"What are you..." he started to ask, then stopped.

"This is all part of your exam", she said.

She cupped his balls. He gasped.

"Nice. Healthy", she said, then touched his cock. He was getting hard.

"I'm so sorry, I I..." He was panicked.

"Don't be upset, it happens to fat boys sometimes. I find that overweight men carry more semen in their bodies than fit men, and sometimes it just needs to come out. I'm doing a paper on it.They have no self control, you see, can't stop eating, and they like pleasure so much. Fat boys can get hard almost anywhere. Does it ache?" she asked.

"I, I, oh shit...", he gasped.

"Shhhhhhhhhh......." She removed her finger and brushed his cock with her fingers, then started manipulating him.

"You can cum in my hands if you need to. Fat boys ache with so much cum sometimes", she said, "It's nothing to worry about. I'm your doctor, I'm here to help."

"I...oh God, what's happening..."

He was so confused. What angel. If only she'd gotten a chance to drug him a little first, he'd be putty...so to speak, in her hands.

She put one hand on his belly and massaged his fat while she played with his cock with the other hand. "You're quite a butterball. I wouldn't be surprised if you needed to cum now..."

"I...I do", he whispered.

"Good boy, what a good piggy..."

"What..."

& quot;Empty yourself into my hands, piggy. Do as I say..."

He came hard.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I..."

"What are you sorry for? You only did what I told you to do. I'm impressed, by the way. Okay, you can pull up your pants." She handed him a piece of paper, patted, and squeezed his bottom and got the door.

He inhaled sharply as the fresh air smacked him in the face and his mother stood up to greet him.

"How is he?" she asked.

"Very healthy. You have a wonderful boy, Mrs. Wilson. Just go around to the desk and make sure we have your insurance information. We'll see you next year, Derek...." She glanced at another young man in the waiting room. Former football player she'd say. Gone to seed since an injury.

"Next!" she called out with a smile.