Medical gain, two

chapter 1

Marge said, “Danny dear, have some cookies with me before you and Stacy do your rounds.” I laughed, “Marge are you trying to fatten me up?” Marge giggled, “Oh dear, I just love your figure. Would you lift up your top and show me your adorable tummy?” I giggled, “Okay Marge for you.” I lifted my top, which was tight around my bloated belly from too much dinner, thought now, dating Gary, there isn’t any “too much” for me anymore. Marge patted my tummy making my fat jiggle, “Oh dear, you are so adorable, no wonder my Gary is head over heels for you.”

I ate half a dozen cookies with Marge. “Marge, I have to get back down to my station, but I will be in later.” She laughed, “I’ll save you some of my cookies.” I just giggled and patted my tummy bulge.

I got back to our station, Stacy was there eating from the platter of cookies the kitchen staff had left for us. I absently took a couple and started eating them. Stacy giggled, gave my bulging belly a gentle poke, “So Danny, I guess you aren’t worried about you weight anymore?” I giggled patted my bulge, “No, Stacy I’m not.” We got to work did our rounds. We stopped at Marge’s room and both of us ate cookies with her.

The night was pretty slow, none of our patients had any issues. I did visit Marge again, and of course ate more cookies with her, even after Stacy and I had eaten all the cookies we had. Around six thirty, Stacy asked, “Danny, do you want to go have breakfast?” “Yes, I do, if that’s okay with you.” Stacy giggled, “No, fine with me, go stuff yourself.” I patted my belly as I got up, pulling down the scrub top that rode up on my belly, “Oh I will, but I’ll leave some food for you!” I went down to the kitchen and loaded a tray overflowing with rich breakfast food, got totally stuffed and staggered back to the station. Stacy giggled when she saw me staggered back, holding my engorged belly, “Oh Danny I was only kidding, you didn’t have to stuff yourself.” I giggle too, “I know, I just wanted to binge this morning.” As I planted my rapidly expanding booty in my chair, my now weigh too tight scrub pants split a seam letting my fat booty in a very tight bikini panty surge out onto and over the edge of the chair. Both of us laughed, Stacy said, “Danny take a few sets of the size large scrubs home with you.” I thought, maybe I should take the extra-large size instead.

I drove home; I almost stopped and got more to eat. I was remembering how Gary was fondling all of my new fat rolls and curves and got a bit turned on. I decided if I going to get really fat, I should let Gary and of course Marge help. I stripped off my now ruined scrubs, brushed my teeth, admiring my belly now nearly touching the sink and went to bed.
Around eleven o’clock my phone buzzed it was Gary. “Hi Danny, I hope I didn’t wake you.” I giggled, “You did, but that’s okay.” “Danny would you like to go to lunch with me?” “I’d love to Gary, what time do you want to pick me up?” “How does forty five minutes sound?” “That should work for me, Gary, I have to take a shower.” He replied, “Great I’ll see you then.”

I got up, stripped off my tight panties and camisole and got in the shower. While lathering up, my expanding assets I got turned on and then thinking how much more weight I will be putting on. Then I got worried, “Oh my, I’ve put on so much weight, I don’t have anything to wear!” I dried off, then pulled on a bikini panty and a bra, I started going through drawers and my closet hoping to find something I could wear. I did find a t-shirt from a 5k race I had run in college, it was an extra- large size, I pulled it on and it did fit, I’m not that fat, yet! The only pants I could think of were one of my sweat pants, but those were all size small, but I knew there was no weigh I was going to fit into any of my jeans. I pulled out what felt like the largest sweat pants I had, and pulled them on. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, they were super tight, my fat booty bulged out the back, showing the outline and nearly the pattern of my bikini panties and I couldn’t pull them up over my fat belly.

The doorbell rang, it was Gary. I slapped my fat booty and just thought, “Well, what you see, is what you get.” I opened the door. “Hi Danny, are you up for lunch?” I giggled, “You mean up for getting stuffed?” He blushed, I loved it. “Oh, um, ah,” he stammered. I giggled again, “I’m just kidding, well, only partly, I’m hungry, sorry for the weird outfit. I’ve gained so much weight I can’t fit into any of my clothes.” “No, Danny you look great.” I just giggled, knowing that what he meant was my “outfit” showed all my rolls and bulges.

We went to a nice restaurant for lunch. I got a large Mexican combination platter and then fried ice cream and thoroughly enjoyed getting stuffed, again. Gary ate a more modest entrée but he too ate a lot. He asked, “Danny do you want to do something this afternoon?” I laughed, “Gary not the weigh I’m dressed right now, I’m embarrassed in these sweats, I feel like a sausage. I should get some more sleep, you don’t want me yawning or falling asleep taking care of your mom.” I could see he was disappointed, but he had worked the night shift during residency and knew the draw backs.

He drove me home. I went in front of him as I went up the stairs, I wanted to be sure he got a good view of my fat bottom wobbling in the super tight sweats and bikini. I could tell went he kissed me goodbye at the door, he had enjoyed the view! He gave my cheeks a nice squeeze.