Medical gain, two

chapter 2

After Gary left, I got my purse and car keys and headed over to Wal-Mart. I thought this outfit is nothing I would ever wear, if I hadn’t gained so much weight, but, hey, it’s Wal-Mart. I went to the women’s department and picked out larger sizes of t-shirts, stretch pants, bikinis, bras and I even bought a couple of packages of size fourteen and sixteen high rise briefs (granny panties). I also bought some cute lingerie too. The nursing home provided our uniforms, but we were responsible for our underwear and shoes. I went home and went to bed.

The routine started that week. I would go to work, of course stuff myself at every meal, I let Marge, nearly feed me some of her cookies. Stacy and I would stuff ourselves all night, on the treats from the kitchen. Gary would take me to lunch a couple of times a week. I would always wear stretch pants and a tight t-shirt and stuff myself. On my night off, Gary and I would go out to dinner, usually buffets. I was gaining weight and I didn’t want to buy any nicer clothes until my weight at least stabilized. The buffets are pretty causal.

One evening after an intense stuffing session at our favorite buffet, we were sitting around Gary’s condo unit. I was now pretty fat! I weighed nearly one hundred and seventy pounds. My belly bulged out in front me, well past, my large, but still modest boobs. My fat rear was huge, I was starting to waddle and chaff between my legs. Getting dressed was a pain, mainly because I had to bend down to tie shoes, pull up panties and pants. I hated that. It was taking longer for Stacy and I to do our rounds. We both were getting so fat. I was winded just going up stairs to my condo, or Gary’s. I asked Gary, “Can you tell me more about your obesity study you did on women?” Gary laughed, “What are you jealous of all the fat women I measure and weighed?” “You mean you measured them? I stammered. “Yeah I did, I wanted to see where different races of humans, deposited fat cells.” “Wow, I can’t believe women would let a guy measure themselves.” “Hey I am a doctor you know.” “Can you measure me?” He looked at me, for just a second, “I’d love too, take off your pants, and t-shirt, you can leave on your bra and panties and I’ll help you get up on the coffee table.” He did help my up onto the coffee table, I was really getting so fat. Gary got a tape measure, the tailor/seamstress kind. He gave me some gentle pokes of my fat thighs, round booty, and of course, my round belly. He wrapped the tape around my waist, “Forty-four inches,” He measured my booty, “Fifty one inches” My boobs, “Forty inches” I thought, “Oh my God, I’m so fat, I’m immense!” I was almost in tears; I knew had was gaining a lot of weight, but to hear my measurements in the forties and fifties. Gary asked, “Don’t’ be upset, I think you are beautiful! Danny what were your measurements when you started at the nursing home.” Oh Gary, I weighted around one hundred and twenty to one hundred and twenty five pounds, my waist was twenty five inches, my boobs were thirty one, my booty was thirty eight, God, I’m so fat!”

He helped me down, I was crying now. He hugged me and drove his hand into my fat booty. “Danny, don’t cry, I love you, I love your body, you are the hottest, most beautiful woman I have ever met, I love you!” I sniffed, “Gary, really? I’m gotten so fat!” Gary poked my belly gently, “Uh, about thirty of these, lovely pounds, I helped put on you, it was no accident, you could never be too fat for me, Danny, I love every ounce of you!” “Gary I want you right now!”

We went, well he walked, I waddled into his bedroom and we made love several times that night. I fell into a deep sleep after the last “session” I had a dream, I married Gary and started to gain weight. I would eat all day, he would come home from work with huge boxes of chocolates for me. He would bring me boxes of donuts and pastries and feed them to me on his days off. I got fatter and fatter. I got so fat I ended up in our nursing home in a room next door to Marge’s. I was wearing adult diapers, being feed six times a day, the bed frames/sides, held my massive belly, booty and thighs from spilling over the edges of the bed. I woke up with a start, Gary had gotten up to use the bathroom, I was wet, I was so turned on. I patted my huge belly making my fat jiggle, I wasn’t going to worry about my weight ever again.

The next night off I had. Gary picked my up. I thought we were going to the buffet, for some reason, I dressed up a bit anyway. I wore black stretch pants, a nice blouse and ear rings. I had put on some make up even. I was a little self- conscious of my little double chin, but otherwise I thought I looked good. Gary took me to his condo. We went up the elevator, kissing on the weigh. We went into his condo. I was surprised, the table was set with candles in beautiful silver stands, lovely china, and lots and lots of food.

He seated me, I was starting to cry knowing what was going to happen tonight. Gary and I ate, well he ate, I gorged. After dinner and coffee, Gary came around the table and got down on his knee, “Danny, Danielle, will you marry me?” I started crying and managed to bubbler, “Yes, yes, Gary, I’ll marry you.”

We went to bed, made love half the night. I stayed at his condo all day and sleep in the afternoon and evening. Gary drove me to my condo. I showered, changed into my extra- large, tight scrubs and we drove to the nursing home for my shift.

We walked/waddled down to the nurse’s station hand in hand. Stacy saw us and started crying, “Oh Danny, this is awesome congratulations, both of you!” I was crying too. “Stacy, Gary and I are going down to dinner, and then down to tell Marge, is that okay with you?” “No problem, Danny I’ll weight to go to dinner.” “We won’t be too long.” I promised.

Gary and I ate dinner, I got stuffed, of course, but I wanted to be nice and bloated when we saw Marge. We went to Marge’s room and went in. She looked up, spotted the ring on my finger and started crying. I went up to her bed, lifted my top and patted my soft, white, jiggly belly, “Marge am I fat enough to marry your son?” She gently poked my belly sending waves of jiggling fat, “Danny, darling, yes, you are fat enough to marry my Gary! You are so adorable; I love you both so much!”