chapter 31 intervention (cont...)

Maneuvering his bloated sac of a body proves to be challenging for him. He’s not sure whether it’s the lack of willpower or if his body is really that limited in what it can do. A few moments of scooting his body against the thin hospital sheets he’s already winded and his heart beats faster. It takes about 5 incredibly long minutes for him to scoot to the edge of the bed and get his feet on the floor. He tries to rock back and forth to try to get standing on his knees. The nurses wrap their hands around his arms to try to keep the whale stable as his body shakes violently with exertion to leave his bed. The closer the young fat man gets to standing, the more his belly sags downward toward the floor causing pain like his stomach could rip right off his body. His face quickly reddens, his breathing labored and the nurses supporting him as he officially stands up with struggling knees.

“Look at you! You're doing so much better than before. The last few times you couldn’t even shift to the edge of the bed by yourself,” coos Colby with fake pride in his voice. He is right: a few weeks ago, Oliver couldn’t even stand with the nurses' help. They had to help get him up with a bariatric crane, but as soon as they took away the crutch, he fell back onto the bed. Now, he’s finally able to make it to the edge of the bed by himself thanks to the exercises building up his muscle strength again.

Aria gives her input as well with “the bed exercises must really be working for you. You’re gaining the strength in your calves back. Let’s take a few steps.”

He feels a pop in his lower right knee from the pressure. It scares him at first thinking he broke his leg again. He slowly moves his left foot forward in agony and then his right. At this point he’d rather just be naked and in bed with a bucket of fried chicken. Better yet, Colby or Aria would be feeding it to him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Oliver tries to clear his head trying to get away from his thoughts knowing he’s here to save his life, not fall back into his old patterns of behavior. However, it doesn’t stop his buried cock from pressing into his fat pad.

The sewn together gowns don’t close in the back, exposing his wide load of an ass. He blushes with embarrassment imagining what the nurses would see if he wasn’t relying so much on their arms and shoulders; cellulite-like cottage cheese spread across an enormous, bottom heavy shelf ass.

“You’re doing good, Oliver. Two steps! Let’s keep going,” Aria cheers on, holding onto his body for his support.