chapter 2

I stood she wrapped the tape measure around my belly, “Forty eight inches.” She wrapped the tape around my fat butt. “Forty five inches, Mr. Fox, I think you are very close to becoming morbidly obese at the rate you are gaining weight.” I patted my belly, making it jiggle, she blushed again, “Dr. Faber, I’m not surprised and I’m not concerned at all to change my lifestyle.”

“Mr. Fox, please sit on the exam table.” I hefted myself up and sat heavily down. “Do you mind if I squeeze and poke you?” “No not at all doctor.” She put her hands on my belly fat and gave it a heft, letting it fall on my thighs. She poked my butt, her finger sinking in several inches. She wrapped her hands around my thigh and squeezed. She was blushing again.

She sat back down at her computer and typed in the measurements. She looked at me, “Mr. Fox, when I started here I was amazed at how many obese patient there were. I interviewed all my obese patients and every one of them had an excuse like; my wife cooks too much, my knees hurt so I can’t exercise, it’s too hot outside or too cold. But you are the first one to actually say you’re are gaining weight deliberately.” I smiled, “Really, I’m surprised especially for guys, we usually don’t care as much about our appearances as women do.”

She sighed, “Mr. Fox, please get dressed and make an appointment for a month from today. I want to monitor your weight.” “Yes doctor, I do appreciate your concern, but I have been fascinated by obesity and gaining weight since before puberty. When I finally retired from the military, all I could think of was now I can eat all I want and gain as much weight as I want. I hope you can understand that.”

She was really blushing now. “Uh, Mr. Fox, thank you for that clarification, I do appreciate your frankness. I’m not judging you, I just want to be sure you stay healthy in spite of your lifestyle.” I replied, “Thank you doctor, I’ll see you in a month.”

She left and went to the rest room, she was a little “wet”. Dr. Faber, Julie’s her first name, she too had been fascinated by obesity and weight her whole life too. She stood up in the commode, struggled to snap the button on her jeans, thinking, “Oh my God, that Mr. Fox, is so hot. I can barely control myself around him. I shouldn’t have measured or fondled him today, God, his body and his attitude is so hot!”

Julie was having some serious issues with her weight as well. She was getting so turned on, by how many of her patients were obese. Nearly ninety percent of her patients were either overweight or obese. She could barely control her appetite thinking of all the huge bellies she saw every day.

I loved my appointment, having a little hotty like Dr. Faber actually fondle my fat, was a supper turn on, which of course led to a major fast food binge for me. I got home with several bags of fattening goodies from my favorite fast (or fat) food places and gorged myself the rest of the day. Sitting on my couch rubbing my bloated, engorged belly I made a decision, I would try to gain as much weight as I could before my next appointment with Dr. Faber.

Meanwhile, Julie aka Dr. Faber wasn’t as into gaining as I was, but she was having serious issues controlling herself. She would binge, not even thinking about it. Only realizing how stuffed and bloated she was after finishing a huge meal. Unsnapping her jean and letting her growing tummy bulge out. She was putting on weight, but she was confused about it.

I was on the other hand totally dedicated to gorging myself over the next month. I ate huge, fattening meals, snacking, getting no exercise at all. Working, eating, more eating, sleeping and then eating again.

She too had been over indulging this past month. She couldn’t fit into any of her jeans, slacks, dresses and nearly all of her t-shirts. She started to wear scrubs, since buying larger sizes would only confirm what she was trying to deny, she was getting fat too.

I nearly waddled up to the dais on my next appointment. I had put on eighteen pounds since my last appointment, much to my delight. My waist was now fifty inches around and my fat ass, forty seven inches. I couldn’t weight to see Dr. Faber’s reaction.

The nurse called, “Mr. Fox.” “Yes right here.” I had decided again to let it all hang out. I was wearing the same sweats pants, now much tighter, the same t-shirt, riding up on my belly. I followed the nurse into the exam room, stood on the scale, she raised her eyebrows, two hundred and sixty five pounds. She took my blood pressure and temperature. I followed her to the exam/office, she looked at me, gently gave my bulging belly a poke, “You know the drill Mr. Fox.” I went in and stripped.