Chapter 5 - motivation (cont...)

Thirty minutes later the couple make it to the store. The store is a big-box retail corporation so they can get everything they need in one store. Dylan wants to make sure Oliver loses as few calories as possible instead of dragging him through multiple stores. Logically clothes is where they want to start so any frozen or dairy products are the last things to get.

Oliver finds himself at a wall of pants. He pulls a couple of pairs of jeans off the shelves in different sizes. Dylan is on shirt duty and wants to find something cute for Oliver to wear, granted there probably isn’t anything cute at this mega store and Dylan’s idea of cute is misconstrued. The deal is to meet at the dressing room to get the shopping done as fast as possible. They both select several articles of clothing.

Dylan hands Oliver two shirts and three pairs of pants over the dressing room’s door. He tries them on, realizing he’s going up another size, but at least these clothes fit for now. “I’ve got one more shirt for you to try,” grins Dylan handing it to Oliver over the door.

Oliver changes into the shirt quickly without realizing what Dylan handed him. Only until he feels the shirt straining does he understand. Dylan hears Oliver huff and suck in his gut before yelling “You really enjoy doing this to me, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean. I’m just trying to help bring you clothes that would look really cute on you. Put a pair of pants on and the white shirt.”

“Please don’t make me do this. Anything but this,” whines Oliver.

“Ollie, please come on out. Then, we can get your protein powder and some healthy snacks. I’ll put the clothes you want in the top of the cart.”

Oliver slowly opens the dressing room door. He tries to hide on the inside of the door’s side, cracking it enough to peek his head through. He quickly pulls Dylan in to the small space, refusing to show any other customers the way he looks with the clothes his boyfriend picked out.

“What the fuck is this?” fumes Oliver.

“It’s totally cute on you,” grins Dylan while he looks Oliver up and down. Dylan knows exactly what he is doing. The shirt on Oliver’s body only goes down to his diaphragm. It is clearly meant for a skinny girl. The front of the shirt has a fat cartoon bear with chocolate bars in both hands while crushing a rainbow under its weight.

“I’m not wearing this,” protests Oliver.

“If you wear that shirt I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. It’s a perfect representation of you. A queer bear with an addiction to junk food.”

Oliver gets flustered evident by his heart beating faster and his face turning red. He mumbles unintelligible words. Dylan loves seeing his boyfriend humiliated and hot.
“Seeing your belly rolls hang out of that shirt is fuckin’ sexy. It almost makes me want to fuck you right here,” he whispers while rubbing his hands over Oliver’s belly. The grabs a portion of it revealing that it sags over his pants.

“S-stop. We’re going to get caught,” moans Oliver softly trying to keep quiet.

“Fine. I guess you get to eat for me tonight then.”

Oliver changes shirts back into the one he arrived to the store in and walks out of the dressing room. Dylan follows. “You do that anyway, Dylan. You’re always so horny for all of this. It’s just...” he hesitates. “We’re out in public.”

“Unf. Too bad you don’t want to fuck in the dressing room, my beautiful prince. Look at that stud over there! I bet he’d like to have some fun with me,” interrupts Dylan.

“Oh, that gym bunny over there carrying a basket full of carrots and celery?” quizzes Oliver.

“No. The big one over there,” Dylan points toward a mobile wall of flesh.

Oliver blushes, seeing a morbidly obese man riding a ruby-red mobility scooter with a basket attached. By the looks of it the basket is filled with snack cakes, Oreos, and brownie mix. The nutritionally-void junk is an indicator of how he got so huge.

The man is wearing a tank top stained with greasy sweat. Bat wing arms hang out from the holes and the tank top rides up over his belly button. Slabs of drooping flesh are exposed, traveling beneath the knees. His overgrown love handles spill out of the sides of the scooter. The pair can’t see anything that resembles a seat. There is just too much blubber in the way.

The man tightly grips the handlebars of his device causing his arm fat to extend and wobble like gelatin filled water balloons. He moves forward and the start of the engine causes his tits to move in waves in his ill fitting tank top. Dylan stares in excitement while Oliver stares with shock. Eventually Oliver stops and tries to get Dylan’s attention.

“Stop looking!” Oliver scolds his boyfriend.

“Why?”

“Because he deserves respect, Dylan. Not every person of size wants to be your fetish.”

“You’re just jealous because I might have a wandering eye for a sexy mountain of fat man. Don’t worry, I’m yours and one day that will be you. You’re my fetish.”

Dylan’s response makes Oliver sick to his stomach. He blushes and replies “I hope not. If I get that big just put me down.”

“What? Why? That’s a bit dramatic, especially after you told me to respect his dignity. What’s wrong with him, Ollie pop?”

“I-I just don’t want to be that big. Look at him. He’s doing his shopping on a scooter. If I ended up like him or even bigger we’d both be miserable. You would end up being my caregiver. It would be real sacrifice to our quality of life,” says Oliver shyly.

“Speak for yourself. My quality of life would be really fantastic if you were bigger,” Dylan laughs shyly trying to play his words off as a joke even if the thought of an immobile Oliver turns him on.

He continues “Let’s be honest here though. The title of caregiver is sweet and implies that you’d be seen as human. I prefer caretaker over caregiver because it sounds like I’m having to take care of a man the size of a house,” jokes Dylan.

Oliver ignores his boyfriend. They have plenty of other things to shop for, but they are both clearly fixated on the man rolling through the store. Oliver pushes his thoughts to the back of his mind and takes the cart. Dylan follows Oliver throughout the store.

Dylan smiles through the whole trip because every time Oliver stops to pick up something from the shelves the item is fattening. When they get to the protein powder Oliver puts two giant five pound containers of Serious Mass in the cart. The cart fills quickly with Oliver throwing in whatever he wants. Oliver has two final items on his list that he wants: frozen pie and soda.

Oliver is closest to the soda aisle. He figures he can get his soda in aisle 11 and then the pie in aisle 12 before heading to the checkout lanes with Dylan. Oliver pushes his cart to the outside space of aisle 11 and then turns in to get his soda. Then, he notices the man in the scooter from earlier.

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.

Dylan is once again excited to see the morbidly obese man loading his cart with food and drink that will send him to an early grave. Oliver notices details about the man he didn’t notice when Dylan first pointed him out.

He looks even bigger up close. The man’s face is handsome to Oliver despite all of the flesh. His facial features are round and boyish: clean shaven, rosy cheeks, and two soft chins. Oliver estimates that he is probably in his early thirties. The man’s face is often overlooked because of his whale-like girth. The pale fat that hangs off the sides of the scooter takes up almost half the aisle. If there were two of him side by side they’d be grazing the shelves as well as each other’s fat as they passed one another.

Oliver continues to walk past the man trying not to be noticed. Dylan grins knowingly, but behaves himself and instead grabs several 12-packs of soda to bring back to their cart. The scooter bound lard ball doesn’t even notice; he’s too consumed with his sugary mission. The motor of the electric scooter moves the device forward and whines as it struggles to move forward. The man stops the scooter halfway through the aisle once he finds the brand of soda he thinks he wants.

Oliver blushes and walks down the aisle. He tells himself to not look back. He will definitely get caught staring. He feels as if he is missing an important opportunity, but his values remain strong. He’s got to prove he isn’t a jackass like his cute boyfriend. Oliver is confused about why he is so infatuated with someone he was afraid of becoming not even thirty minutes earlier. He motions to Dylan to follow him to the next aisle.

Dylan and Oliver make it to the end of the aisle to turn a corner to the next aisle for frozen pies. Oliver leads ahead with the cart and turns the corner. Before Dylan makes it around the bend they both hear a plethora of crashing and banging noises. The sounds echo through the grocery store aisle. Dylan looks around the corner of the previous aisle in shock before a fucked up grin spreads across his face.

Oliver notices Dylan’s devious expression. “What was that?” he asks. He has a hunch. It makes him incredibly nervous and sick to his stomach. Only one thing could possibly make a noise like that in the aisle over.

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