Chapter 7- Check Up

“What the heck is this?” Sam called from the bathroom. Lori patiently waited for him to appear in the doorway, curious as to what could be so alarming so soon after he woke up. She was still riding the peace train set off by a wonderful night of Italian food and wine with her favorite food addict. He stepped out with an incredulously concerned expression that pushed his double chin more into view. He gestured to his gray t-shirt’s chest area. Lori immediately noticed the darker gray lines under his moobs, as well as spots right at the center. She gave him a quizzical look.

“You were sweating in the night?” she posed.

“From my nipples though?” She couldn't help but snicker.

“Don't be dramatic. It's not like you're lactating, Sam.” She watched him look on in horror as he inspected and sort of fondled his own moobs. He stopped when her giggles could not be suppressed.

“Glad you're entertained,” he said sarcastically, but chill.

“You were just really going to town over there.”

“Well it gets kind of hard to see what's going on when everything is so big.” She winked at him and he smiled back. “I'll try not to freak out about it. Just a weird surprise I guess.” Lori nodded supportively and tempted her growing husband back to bed to sleep.

The room had almost forgotten about the exchange until Sam left the office one day yelling about wet nipple spots again. Lori tried to brush it off again as a weird fluke, but Sam wasn't having it.

“Two times Sammy? That's hardly concrete data of anything,” she tried reasoning.

“Except it's now like the tenth time. In three weeks. I've been much more quiet about it. It's not even been that hot in the house, with the central air.” She had noticed he had been keeping it a bit cooler inside. She looked over his dress shirt, that certainly was due for an upgrade. The buttons starting to pull at the largest part of his belly. But she could tell he was more concerned with the dark spots on the light blue shirt, which were probably noticeable through even a shity Webcam, of which Sam did not have. “Gordon saw it first, catching me completely off guard. Everybody was joking about it, which of course turned into fat jokes too. ‘Covid hit Sam the worst’ and all.” He wasn’t angry for people to notice his gains, because how couldn't they, but he wasn’t exactly used to the constant rubbing that could come up. Now that he was, without debate, a fat guy, he supposed it was his lot. Still was taking him more time than his gains to get accustomed to.

“Just a little embarrassing I'm sure,” she said sympathetically. Sam nodded and sighed.

“What do I do?”

“Well, maybe not what You want me to say, but I think you get it checked out with a doctor. We technically have one. I don't think you’ve ever actually seen him, though.”

“If it's the tall guy with the dark hair, I think I did when I messed my shoulder up a while back playing softball with the guys at work.”

“Oh yea. I totally forgot about that. Feels like another lifetime.” Lori felt a small buzz at the thought that Dr. Sims would be seeing a whole new Sam. “I can go with you if you'd like.”

“I don't know if I'd dare go alone. I don't even know what our insurance carrier is. I just gotta know what's going on here.”

The two sat in the doctor's office a week or so later. Sam shifted in the chair, the thin arms squeezing at his sides. “Who designs these things?” he muttered.

“Don't get yourself all worked up before we even get called Sam. Keep the girls dry for now,” she whispered.

“Oh shut up,” he snickered back. “Maybe I shouldn't have brought you. I hadn't considered you being a troll.” Lori gave a mock shocked face.

They were eventually called into a room. Sam was instructed by the nurse to sit on the table and Lori slipped into the chair in the corner. The nurse, who was a pretty chubby guy himself took his weight and refrained from even flinching at the numbers, which Sam visibly appreciated.

Lori was excited by the numbers. 285. That was like 5 snacks away from 300, a private goal of hers for him. When the nurse inputted the number she did see a twitch in his face, she assumed because Sam's data from his visit years ago was in the system. But, he moved on and took his blood pressure and reported the numbers to Sam. When Sam inquired if it was “bad”, the nurse shrugged.

“It's not great, but not concerning. Probably even a little lower than projected.” Lori watched Sam mull over the information and he glanced at her with a shrug. “Sims will be in in a minute.”

Never had a doctor arrived so fast. He completely interrupted the couple's opportunity to comment on the data collected. “Sam. Lori. Good to see you both. Lori you're looking very healthy,” he praised. She offered a smile, feeling a little uncomfortable on Sam's behalf. Sims looked over the chart on the laptop and raised his eyebrows and peeked at Sam. He finished looking it over and gave a welcoming breath of ‘let's begin’.

“What brings you in Sam?” Sam was almost shocked that the man of medicine didn't instantly go at him for his weight gain. Not that he'd have preferred it. Sam had always been a doctor's wet dream of a patient. Impeccably healthy. Things were certainly different now.

Sam cleared his throat. “Well, in the past couple of weeks, I've just noticed that, um, my shirts are getting damp on my chest area. And not like just the…underboob area.” Sims was in 100% listening mode. Sam turned to Lori for a bailout.

“Sam's worried his nipples themselves are leaking something. It's happening at least 10 times in the past weeks.”

“Okey done. Let's see em.”

“Huh?”

“I'll have a better idea if I inspected your chest Sam.” Sims looked at Lori.

“He's a doctor. That's why we came Babe.”

“Right, of course. Sorry. Just kinda weird for me.” Sims went into an anecdote highlighting exactly how he's “seen it all” which despite disturbing Lori, settled Sam. He pulled his t shirt over his head and sat up straighter, maybe in hoped his chest looked a little less slouchy. It didn't really.

Doctor Sims lightly touched his chest with a latex fingers and made very stereotypical ‘hm’ sounds. He sat back on his stool. “Well, the nipples are not infected or particularly swollen. So I'm gathering those isn't like a puss-like moisture you're noticing. No blood?”

Sam looked horrified. “Not at all. Geez, that happens?” Dr. Sims held himself back on divulging his worst nipple story, but his eyes said it all. “It's like just wet. Not even like a sweaty wet. I don't know.”

“I see. So, it's clear from your chart thar you've gained weight since I saw you last. Which at this point, I see more often than not with the pandemic and all. I mean it got me a little too,” he said, patting a small amount of pudge on his middle. “Lori, your loss is truly impressive considering the timing, honestly.” He turned His attention back to Sam. “Anyway I'm guessing it's more recent for you.” He couldn't miss The clear stretch marks reaching all over Sam's expansive belly.

“You could say that,” Sam ventured nervously.

“I say this, because I'm thinking it might be literally male lactation. It's a more rare side effect of a condition called gynecomastia.”

Sam turned to Lori, mortified. The doctor explained that his larger chest would Be explained by the condition and that it could have been caused by a thyroid or hormonal change. They agreed to look into it further upon the set up of another appointment. When Sam Stepped out the building he instantly spat, “As if I'll ever walk back in there. My god. How embarrassing. Literally.”

“At least you know you're not dying.” They got in the car and Sam let out a steadying breath. “Well, I think I need something to eat. That whole thing was draining.” Lori held back a snicker at his choice in words.

They decided on picking up too much Indian food, which turned out to be exactly enough for Sam. Lori couldn't keep Her hands off his belly and chest, of which her husband had zero reservations about in her company. About half way through she was feeding him bits of chicken and shoveling the deliciously flavored rice into his wide and inviting mouth. His moans and whimpers encouraged her to have as little pause between bites and swallows as possible.

“Oh Sammy, you are such a greedy pig, aren't you?”

“I can't help it,” he groaned, hardly wanting to stop eating to speak. Lori thumped gently on his belly and he groaned with pleasure. “I'm so full, Lore. But I want more.”

“There's a little left and one more samosa.” He squirmed at the mention of it and she grabbed it next. The restaurant really made them larger than they ought too. The bottom of the pastry was soft from the moisture developed by the hot contents and some of the oil from the frying, nut the top was perfectly crisp and flaky. Sam demolished it in two massive bites, not even daring to finish chewing the first before inviting the whole thing into his mouth.

He was already as stretched out onto the chase as he could be, but could be seen looking for extra comfort and room in his own body. Lori massaged his huge gut and drank in his pleased sound effects. She simultaneously started digging into his fat pad to jerk off his ever retreating cock.

“You are too good to me, Babe. You just know exactly what you're doing all the time.”

“You're very easy and sexy to read Sam. I'll be right back,” shevsaid with a kiss on his puffy cheek. Sam attempted to continue what she had been doing but the strain of which on his bloated belly was less than desirable. He felt himself get even more turned on.

“Too full and fat to jack it,” he mumbled.

Lori returned, fully naked with a familiar device in her hand.

“I can't even roll over and get pegged Lori. I'm too far gone. Even if you're so good at it.” He’d been hesitant the first time, but found the experience fulfilling enough to welcome the two sided contraption into their sexual rotation. Especially when he was stuffed, it was easier if his wife took the reins of things. She was starting to struggle to keep him in her when on top, since his dick seemed to be getting more buried each week. She insisted she didn't mind it at all and that she could think of a solution. Apparently she did.

“I wouldn't make this fat pig do anything he couldn't,” she purred, slapping his gut playfully. He was curious how she'd proceed, but fully accepted that the choice was now in her control. He felt himself throb in his folds. She stripped him of his shorts and underwear and he twisted with excitement. “I'm gonna try something new,” she said, strapping herself in, with a light moan. She manipulated the strap on, and he watched her gasp in pleasure as she stood next to his fat rippling body.

“Fuck, you are sexy,” he whimpered, very much wanting to be part of it. She smiled at him and took a step closer, planting a hand firmly on the fattest part of his belly.

“Such a big man, packed onto a small frame,” she said, shaking his belly. Sam couldn't help but be flattered. Lori guided the other end of the strap to his cock and its ever thick base, almost nestling it between where they met. She squinted some lubricant onto the end and massaged it onto Sam, digging her hand past his fat and to the true base. He nearly choked on the feeling. Satisfied with the application, she started thrusting back and forth, slowly at first but quickly letting her moaning take her faster. Sam's vision went collidescopic, a smear of color he could only equate to ecstasy. When the device began to vibrate, he felt he couldn't hold on much longer.

He grabbed for his wife's fat butt, hoping to distract himself, but her own motion just made it jiggled more in his grip. His eyes rolled and he looked up at his wife towering over him, fucking his dick and fat pad like the roles has been reversed completely. She glanced down at him, taking a second from her eyes being shut in bliss, and the smirk she flashed him was dripping in confidence and dominance. She bit her lip and shut her eyes. Her panting and moaning made it clear she was about to finish, and the thought alone made Sam bust with a desperate groan.

“I knew you'd like to get fucked like this,” she said, through gritted teeth. She grabbed hard at his belly and shook it in her hands until her groaning mounted to a euphoric shriek. She staggered back panting, removing the strap off with a wince of over stimulation as she pulled it out of herself. “Oh Sam,” she gasped, slumped beside him patting his chest.

“I literally just laid here,” he said, truly finding all the praise to belong to her.

“Yea as hot as can be,” she scoffed. She got up and cleaned him off, which he appreciated because he was in no shape to move at all. She turned next to him wearing his shirt as a dress and turned on the TV, with a very content sigh.

The Food Network was on and the chef was whipping up a milkshake for a king. Lori looked over at Sam who she had expected to be slipping off into a post sex nap, but saw his eyes locked on the creamy beverage and his tongue licking at his lips. He noticed her in his peripherals and flicked his eyes at her. He sent a desperate pleading message, despite the tightness he still felt in his gut. He needed more.

Lori’s eyes lowered and she laughed. Nearly cackled. “You are a really special kind of pig Sammy. Aren't you worried your going to burst one day?” He blushed hard.

“I guess not,” he laughed. “It just looks so good. And I know we have everything for something close.” He massaged his belly in anticipation.

Lori playfully sighed as she got up. “Sam, you are staring down the barrel of 300. I hope you know it.”

“I'm very aware. Probably not as much as you have been, but I can tell it's coming. If my wife can stand to adore any more of me, I'm game.” Lori knelt next to him, bringing her lips to his cheek and then lips.

“I'm not sure there is a limit on how much Sam I could adore,” she said, her breath warm on his face.

“Maybe we'll never find it.”

Lori spring to her feet and went into the kitchen and pulled a tub of ice cream from the freezer. She shot a look at Sam, who had eyes hypnotically fixed on her. “I'm certain. We won't.”