chapter 2

Over the next two weeks Harry's eating was out of control. He couldn't help it, his stomach never seemed to get completely full and he was always starving. And his cravings weren't for tofu and rice cakes. Harry now craved and devoured everything sweet in his path from single snickers bars to entire cheesecakes, right before falling into his now usual food coma. As a result he'd gained over twenty pounds in just two weeks. Barely any of his pants would even button around his thickening ass thighs and pooching belly. Harry was growing fatter and more desperate by the day.

Finally after several confrontations with worried friends and even his parents, Harry made an appointment to see his doctor. By the time he went to his scheduled doctor's appointment a week later, he'd gained over another ten lbs and was starting to really look husky. His once proud and hardened chest was even bigger than before. At first glance it looked impressive, that was until he took off his shirt and then it was obvious that he was developing big saggy man boobs.

Harry could see the look of shock upon doctor Vivian Wu's face as she studied his new and softened features. "So what is the problem, Mr. Anderson?"

"She has to know?", thought Harry to himself then considering the volume of students, he thought, "Maybe she just forgot me as she see's hundreds of students per week", he thought to himself before blurting out, "Well, maybe you don't remember me, but I was in here just over a month ago, and..."

"I remember you distinctly" interupted Dr Vivian Wu, continuing, "Harry Anderson, age 22, 6'5", 220lbs and a Sagataruirs I believe", chortled the the doctor. "Did I get that all right?", she said with a smirking grin.

"Yeah that seems right", agreed Harry not yet disclosing what he thought was his true weight currently.

Getting up from behind her desk, Harry appreciated her long and muscular high heeled legs. "Are you sure", I got everything right?", asked the doctor while poking one of her slender and manicured fingers into his soft belly flesh.

Harry grew red inthe face as much from his raging boner as he did from the embarrassment of the moment. He wanted for some reason to grab his cock and moan, but instead he horsely answered, "Well, well, that's the reason I'm here.

"Poor baby, finally puts on his freshman 15 because he's partying and eating like a pig, right?"

Shocked and embarrassed, he didn't know what to say.

"So let me guess, with the football season over and no games to ever worry about in the future, you've been partying and eating a lot. Correct?"

"Ummmm, yeah, I guess, but I haven't eaten that much", said Harry in a half answer, and half question.

"Not to worry Tubbers", joked the beautiful and tall doctor. "Up on the scale, we'll get you back in the shape you WANT to be in no time flat.

Harry would have said something, but he actually liked it when she called him "Tubbers", his belly growled loudly.

"114.24 read the scale".

"There's something wrong with this scale said Harry in his too tight briefs, with fat spilling out in all directions and his belly almost completely folding over the front of his waist band.

"No silly, that's kilograms", said the doctor swatting him so hard on his backside that his belly shook and jiggled a bit on the front side.

Instead of wearing her about her impropriety, the embarrassed chubby young man sporting a raging 10" rock hard boner, did everything possible to hide his erect manhood from the doctor, almost tripping over his own pants on the floor. Again he felt a gentle jiggle in his belly and even his ass, and again he found himself turned on.

"So how bad is it?", asked Harry with his back turned to the doctor. Sucking in for a third time, he manged to get his button done and was zipping up his pants when she said, "Well I've seen worse, you know bigger weight gains in the same period of time but..."

"But what?", questioned Harry putting on his polo shirt over his expanding form.

"But in those cases....", she trailed off once again before continuing, "Harry, can I ask you a few personal questions?", asked the doctor in a serious tone.

"Sure", said Harry adjusting his shirt to better hide his growing middle which the doctors eyes were locked on as she spoke.

Then, making sudden and deep eye contact, she asked, "Are you a feedee?"

"A feedwhat?", asked Harry.

"You know, someone who eats to gain weight on purpose, to get fatter."

"No", said Harry outwardly while questioning his growing libido accompanying his new growing form.

"Well then, you are extrodinary"

"Extraordinarily fat you mean", said Harry in a pouty like fashion.

"No, not yet"

"Not yet!?!", yelped Harry as he wanted to be indignant and stand up but that would have to weight because of his raging boner, which he was too embarrassed to admit or display.

"No, not yet, Mr Anderson, but you went from a healthy BMI of 22% to over 30%, or obesity, in just four weeks. You went from 220lbs to 251lbs, gaining in excess of a lb a day, and from the looks of it, I don't think it's mostly muslce", she chuckled and then continued, "If you keep this up, you'll be over 400lbs by the year's end. I've never seen anyone gain like this before, or at least anyone that wasn't purposefully trying to gain weight."