chapter 33 temptation

For the first time in a month Oliver gathers the courage to open his apps which are full of messages from fat fetishists and admirers obsessed with his body. He manages to read a few sweet messages from people he knows online, but he is too big to meet with them in person from around the globe. Many of the messages are of concern from his disappearance and attempted intervention. Some went as far to speculate his death in the gainer community from the sudden lack of communication. The green dot indicating his return causes his messages to get flooded again, particularly from two top fans who patronized his gaining from the beginning. Oliver opens a group chat template and adds TubbyboyG and Allaboutthatchase.

ObedientBlobBoi: Hey.

ObedientBlobBoi: I’m sorry I’ve been absent from doing my regular cam shows for you. I’m currently in the hospital.

Allaboutthatchase: Oh my god! I hope you're doing okay? Don't even sweat about the cam shows, just make sure you're on the mend!

TubbyboyG: What?!? Don’t worry about cam shows, what happened? I hope you’re okay, beautiful.

ObedientBlobBoi: About a month and a half ago I felt faint. I thought it was another anxiety attack because I have them frequently and that’s what happened before. I’m still a little nervous. I don’t know how to say this.

TubbyboyG: Oh man, is it serious?

Allaboutthatchase: Like a heart attack or something?

ObedientBlobBoi: My body is starting to fail me. I’m too young for this. I had a heart attack. A massive one.

Allaboutthatchase: Oh shit, I was only kidding. Sorry man. I mean I can't say I'm surprised though.

TubbyboyG: My god Oliver, you’re so young. What’d the doctor say about your recovery? Do you feel like you’re getting better?

Allaboutthatchase: Yeah, is the treatment going okay? Can't imagine how being stuck in a hospital for 6 weeks has felt...

ObedientBlobBoi: It’s been rough. My doctor is hopeful I can lose enough weight so I don’t have another. I just don’t know. They are fucking starving me in here. And I’m so heartbroken. All I want to do is eat all the time. Dylan left me to pursue his own dreams.

Allaboutthatchase: Fuck, really? I can't believe that. Sorry man, you guys just seemed like you'd go the distance. Maybe I shouldn't be saying this but if you want to eat, just eat.

TubbyboyG: He what? That can’t be right, Dylan is crazy about you. He could barely take his eyes off you in your videos.You’ll be beautiful either way Oliver, and you can still be a greedy pig at a more manageable size with or without him.

ObedientBlobBoi: I’m serious. He doesn’t love me anymore. I haven’t seen him or talked to him since being admitted to the hospital. He didn’t even show up to see if I was still alive.

Allaboutthatchase: Well then screw him. And hopefully you know you've got a bunch of fans and friends who do care. If there's anything you ever need, just let me know.

TubbyboyG: Yeah. What Allaboutthatchase said. We all love you Ollie. There are so many guys who’d do anything to have you as their boy and if Dylan is okay with passing that up, you’ll have your pick of them. Someone much better.

Another chat log pops open on Oliver’s screen of his phone. Another user sends a screenshot from three minutes before that has fifty two likes. The screenshot is of a picture of a muscular man and another man with the caption “getting close to 800 pounds because of this handsome guy.” Oliver squints and notices the two individuals in the photo are Dan and Dylan. Oliver’s breathing gets heavy as his brain flood with anger and sorrow.

ObedientBlobBoi: Wait. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Did you just see the new photo posted on here? Is that him? Is that seriously a photo of him with a man claiming to be almost 800 pounds walking with a cane?

TubbyboyG: I haven’t seen the photo. Honestly, I don’t follow Dylan. He was always too jockish for my liking. I like soft, cherubic pretty boys like you. I bet his new guy isn’t anywhere near as cute as you are.

Allaboutthatchase: Ouch! Well, I did see the photo. Typical rebound. If you want my opinion, he's got nothing on you. Dylan doesn't even look at him the same way. There isn't that same lust.

ObedientBlobBoi: You’re right, but my chest hurts to see them together. Fuck. I know it’s stupid, but I need Dylan. I need food. I need him feeding me food. How am I supposed to win him back? How am I supposed to compete with someone as big as that man?

TubbyboyG: You were well on track to beat him, piggy boy. Walking with a cane is nothing, you’ve been basically immobile for months. And with your appetite with that little energy expended you’d pass him out in a year. Maybe less.

Allaboutthatchase: Right? From the sounds of it you guys aren't that different size-wise. It’s more of a mobility difference.

ObedientBlobBoi: Yeah, I guess you’re both right about that. We are similar in terms of size and weight. I am just a little smaller… and miserable because of this stupid diet.

Allaboutthatchase: I know this probably isn't what you want to hear but you don't need Dylan. Especially not for food. You can figure a way to get the calories in if that's what you really want. If you want to hurt him though, make him realise what he's missing out on.

ObedientBlobBoi: I shouldn’t want to hurt him. I shouldn’t want to eat more and gain weight. I need to lose it all. Yet, I can’t deny the fantasy of it or what he’s made me. I’m a food addict. I love my flab. Maybe I could get him back. Maybe I can become heavier than his new lover...

ObedientBlobBoi: No. I still need to lose weight.

Allaboutthatchase: Your true friends will support what you want to do. I'm a little biased because I'd love to see nothing more than for you to get huge, but only because you seemed like a natural at this. I know people who've been trying this for double the time and have half as much to show for it. And you're such an inspiration for it. I know for a fact that there are plenty of people inspired but your growth and have started their own journey. So figure out what you want and then don't ever look back. But honestly I think you have it in you to grow bigger than most.

TubbyboyG: Life is too short to deny yourself that. I’ve never seen a guy as young as you get so big. I’ve never seen anyone grow as fast as you. You’re a born ***, you could be the biggest boy ever if that’s what you wanted. Oliver, we both support you!

ObedientBlobBoi: I don’t know. I don’t want to die and becoming the biggest would mean certain death.

A knock at his hospital room door startles Oliver at first. Then, the door cracks open and he sees it is time for one of the nurses to check up on him. Oliver gives the nurse a nod before trying to finish his conversation with conflicting emotions. Colby walks in quietly trying to not bother Oliver too much as he walks toward his bed.

ObedientBlobBoi: Hey, I have to go. One of my nurses just walked in. I’ll talk to you soon.

TubbyboyG: Stay in touch baby piggy. All the support you need is here if you wanna get that huge.

Allaboutthatchase: Let us know how it goes. Remember we are here if you need anything!

Oliver logs off and sets his phone down. “Hey, nurse Colby,” Oliver says.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Dives. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I’m just here to record a few things on your chart. How are you feeling today?”

A random noise comes from Colby’s pocket. Oliver recognizes the sound immediately, but Colby doesn’t look concerned. The sound is a notification from a gainer website Oliver frequents. A smile appears on Oliver’s face. He comes up with a devious plan. This might be what he needs. Who needs Dylan if he can seduce a nurse?

“You know, Colby. I’ve been having a weird feeling on my inner thigh. Could you take a look at it?”

“Oh, sure. I thought we were keeping it clean and moisturized since it’s cracking. Are you experiencing pain?” Colby asks walking over to the end of the bed.

“Just a little,” replies Oliver.

“Okay, let me put some gloves on and we will see what’s going on.”

“There’s no need for that. I’m sure you love to touch a big meaty thigh with your bare hands since you love fatties so much.”

Colby freezes and his face goes blank. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. You must have me confused with someone else. Let me go get the gloves,” Colby pauses.

“I heard the ping. I’ve not seen your profile before, but there’s no reason to be ashamed. If I had known, I would have made a move sooner, handsome,” he says. Colby gives him a nervous look. “If you like fat boys so much, you could touch my thighs in a more sexual way. Maybe even fuck me.”

“Oliver. I can’t do this.”

“Please, nurse Colby. I need it. I just need a cute guy to make me cum. I haven’t done it in months,” pleads Oliver.

“It’s unethical,” whispers Colby.

“One might say it’s unethical to work in a bariatric ward with a fat fetish,” Oliver challenges the nurse.

“I’m not acting on it. I’m here to help you as a professional,” trembles Colby, distracted with Oliver’s chapped flabby thighs.

“You know you want me. It would be a damn shame if Dr. Montgomery found out you jerk off to men my size.”

“What the fuck, Oliver. This is blackmail. What happened to you to make you this way?”

“Fuck me,” demands Oliver ignoring Colby’s question.

“I clearly can’t fuck you. I can’t use the bariatric hoyer by myself. We would get caught.”

“Jerk me off then. Are you going to do it...or not?” Oliver pauses.

“Fine,” Colby exhales both anxious and somewhat excited. Colby walks over to the door and puts a tag on the door labeled “Medical Testing. Do Not Disturb,” before returning to the immobile blob of boy.

“You look so sexy in those scrubs,” teases Oliver.