Chapter 3 - the italian stallion

"Umm...Vincent deSteffano?" she called.

Oh God yes.

He was maybe 5'8, maybe, an Italian kid who'd spent his weekends weeping over girls at his grandmother's table while she plied him with thirds.

He was just plain round.

"Come on in, honey", she said.

"I know, I know, I'm fat...my mother is really getting on my case", he started.

"Well mothers usually know best, but not always", she said.

She took his blood pressure.

"Too high, young man", she said.

"Sorry", he said.

"No worries, we can put you on medicine if need be. Lay back on the table..." She scooped up a handful of pudge.

"Mmmm, have you had all this fat long?" she asked.

"Long as I can remember, I was always a fat kid", he said, shaking a little.

"Do you find you're more turned on the fatter you get?" she asked.

"I, I, I, don't know", he said nervously.

"You don't find you're more interested in girls?" she asked.

"Girls aren't interested in me is the problem." He looked like he was going to cry.

"There's a group of girls, small but definitely out there, who actually may be interested. Have you heard of feederism?" she asked.

"No", he said.

"Stand up."

He did.

"On the scale, young man...wow! 310. Sweetie, you're only about 5'8..."

He flushed bright red.

"Pull your pants down", she ordered.

"Geeze", he said blushing brighter red, but did as he was told. "Is this part of the exam?"

"No, this is a little research if you don't mind." She left him there, and went out to the nurse's station. Of course most of the donuts were gone into the bellies of those obese nurses, but she picked up a chocolate éclair and brought it into the exam room.

"Do you like these?" she asked.

"Surrrrre", he said, nervously.

"Good." She walked around behind him, and scooped up his fat belly under one arm.

"Doctor, I..."

"Shhhhhh. I want to thank you for helping me with my research." She scooped up his belly, then dropped it and jiggled it several times.

"Now does this feel good or bad to you?" she asked.

"I feel like you're judging me."

"And if you knew that I wasn't, that I admired your fat and it turned me on, how would it make you feel then?" she asked.

"Good I suppose", he croaked out.

"Excellent." She reached between his legs and jiggled his package.

"Oh shit", he cried out.

"Now just relax....do you like this?" She brought the éclair around to his mouth.

"Uh, Doctor I don't think this is right..."

"This is strictly scientific dear, now do you like it? Do you want a bite?" she asked.

"Yes", he said.

"Then bite."

He did.

She took his cock from behind and tugged lightly. "Do you enjoy this? If I told you I was going to feed you until you swelled into my big fat round hog, does that turn you on?"

"There are girls that like this?" he asked, shaking.

There's one who has a hold of your cock, dufus.

"Yes, there really are. Does that make you happy?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then eat." She shoved it into his face and manipulated him until he was wet and dripping. Then he came hard in her hands, his whole body shivering.

He was going to be an excellent feedee in a few years.

"What a good patient, thank you for your help with my research...if you ever want to experiment with this again, I'm always here for you."

"You're such a nice doctor", he grinned. She squeezed his bottom.

"And you're a wonderful patient. Pull up your pants, luv. Next!"