Matt's Story

Chapter 1

Matt hadn’t felt this nervous in a long time. As a general rule, he tried to avoid trips to the doctor. He hadn’t been able to keep to his rule recently, which annoyed him. There main thing which tended to help him improve his moods was comfort food. But that also wasn’t available at the present, which annoyed him further.

This waiting room was the culmination of a turbulent few weeks. Matt had been forced to break his rule of avoiding the doctor for the first time in years. The experience had certainly reinforced to him that nothing good comes from visiting the surgery.

As he pondered the last few weeks, he was glad to have Chris at his side. Chris was the only thing that reassured and relaxed Matt as much as comfort food. Although normally, he had both together all day long. Every day a seemingly endless procession of junk foods being brought to him by Chris. Piles of chips, kebabs, cakes, pizzas, curries, milkshakes and most of all doughnuts. What he would give for a doughnut right now. But he understood why the food was waiting for him in the car, and not in the waiting room. We need to make a positive impression, Chris had said. Chris had made a careful plan, an extra large breakfast, even by Matt’s standards, followed by lots of car snacks and plenty more waiting for the return journey. Plus the promise of the trip to the drive thru. Nevertheless, the 100 yards to the car in the disabled bay of the clinic car park was the furthest Matt had been from food in years.

Matt wasn’t naive. He knew that the journey he was on was inextricably linked to health concerns. That wasn’t what bothered him. He was actually fairly lucky that he had managed to avoid the doctors for so long. The main frustration he felt was the judgemental looks and comments from the medical community. The wide eyes when they saw him in the GP surgery for the first time in 5 years, the hushed whispers, the immediate rushed referral to a bariatric specialist. That, and the distance he currently was from food. But eventually even Chris, the most hardcore of feeders, had become concerned about the snoring of Matt and had insisted he go to the doctors to get a sleep apnea check. After all, he argued, improving the quality of Matt’s rest would only increase the hours per day Matt was awake for and eating through. That logic was enough to send a rush of blood to Matt’s buried cock and cause him to agree readily.

Chris squeezed his hand, which brought an instant surge of comfort to Matt. Chris always knew what to do. He leaned in and whispered “at least this place has been built for a person of size”. He was right, the step-free entry through double automatic doors, extra wide bariatric seating and short distances to the parking were all welcome. And hopefully here they would have a scale able to cope with Matt’s bulk. The GP didn’t even have a blood pressure cuff which could wrap around his arms, what a joke.

Mind you, there was nothing about Matt that was normally proportioned. HIs tree trunk legs had no thigh gap, right down to the knees. His cock was buried in an enormous flabby fat pad. Not that Matt would have been able to see it even without the fat pad, because his enormous stomach hung so low it covered the area, even when he was laid down. He didn’t spend much time lying down, though, due to the incredible pressure his gargantuan breasts and multiple chins placed on his chest and neck. Normally, Matt spent his days half-upright half-lying, in a slouched position, using his enormous apron of stomach as a table for the constant supplies of food Chris bought him. And any crumbs his belly didn’t catch were easily stopped from sullying the furniture by his astonishingly wide love handles. They had always been a part of him which had grown quickly, ever since he started as a chubby lad. Chris and Matt had celebrated the day Matt became wider than he was tall with a remarkable feast of junk food. Matt had eaten over 25,000 calories that day. The memory made his limitless stomach rumble.

Chris got a good view of this enormous body as a nurse leaned out of a double width door and called Matt into the nearest room. Huffing and puffing, Matt hauled himself unsteadily to his feet and began wadding towards the door. Chris marvelled how his arms swung out to the side as Matt waddled, unable to be pinned down to his sides by the enormous rolls and folds of his breasts and underarms. Despite being chilly in the waiting area, Matt was visibly sweating and was helplessly out of breath by the time he got into the room.

The nurse gestured for Matt to climb on top of the scales. Not that they looked like a set of scales, more a huge slab of metal on the ground, with a reinforced galvanised aluminium support rail for the bariatric patient to grasp hold of as they were weighed in front. The sight amused Matt, he had seen these types of scales on TV programmes in his youth, and always assumed they were there for dramatic effect. But now he realised, it is what he required. Growing up, Matt would watch The Biggest Loser and My 600Lb life, furiously masturbating to the images of the extremely obese patients and dreaming that he could achieve that size. He had achieved that fantasy, and was fortunate to have Chris to assist him with the masturbating now, as the difficulty of reaching his own dick far outweighed the effort.

The numbers on the scales danced and slowly settled. 288kg. Chris did the maths quickly in his head, 635lbs. He was bursting with pride at his gorgeous whale sized boyfriend. The nurse released Matt who moved as quickly as he could to the reinforced chair and plopped himself down, breathless and sweaty. He then busied around Matt, taking vital signs including his blood pressure using a cuff big enough to fit around the thighs of most men. It was a tight squeeze around Matt’s blubbery bingo wings.

A few minutes later a doctor shuffled into the room and introduced himself. His name badge proudly described him as a consultant bariatric specialist. Clearly the NHS were taking Matt’s severe super morbid obesity very seriously.

“Right, Matthew. We need to have a serious conversation” he began. “Your body mass index is currently over 88, the maximum healthy range ends at 25; you should weigh no more than 81kg, being 5’11, so that means you are 209kg overweight. You have dangerously high blood pressure, your cholesterol is through the roof and you are pre-diabetic. I think the only reason you aren’t diabetic already is that you have youth on your side. You are more than 50kg heavier than the heaviest patient I have treated before and a good decade younger.”

The doctor sighed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The obesity epidemic in the UK and shortfalls in NHS spending had led to him treating more patients, who were heavier than ever, with less support. But even for a man of his experience, this was a challenging case. He replaced his glasses and continued “but all is not lost. As you are only 26, you have natural fitness on your side. Clearly, you are very unfit at the moment, but you should regain strength easily as you lose weight. Secondly, you used to be slim. When you had a medical screening at school at the age of 16, you were actually slightly in the underweight category, I could see it on your records. This is good news, because it indicates to me that you do not have any thyroid conditions causing your weight gain. This has been confirmed by your blood tests.”

Matt interrupted the doctor. “Sorry, did you mention weight loss?”

“Well, yes I did. I think surgical intervention is required at your size, in combination with a strict diet, an exercise programme and weight-loss jabs too.”

“But… what if I don’t want to lose weight? I am happy and I have all the help I need from my partner, Chris” Matt continued. “I just want to be treated for the sleep apnea.”

The doctor looked dumbfounded. “Matt, you are eating yourself to death. In less than a decade you’ve gone from underweight to one of the most obese people alive in Britain today. You won’t live another decade at your current size, never mind any weight you continue to gain. You need rapid and significant weight loss, support from a nutritionist and bariatric surgery”.

“I have plenty of support, from my partner, Chris. Yes, I might not be the fittest person of my age, but he helps me around the house and assists me with washing and dressing”.

“And food, I'll bet. There is no way you are mobile enough to provide yourself with the extreme number of calories you have been eating to become so obese.” The doctor shifted his gaze to Chris. “This is a classic case, I have seen it before. You are an enabler. You might think you are loving Matt and caring for him, by giving in to his desires. But you are not, you are enabling his continued weight gain. You are a key part of the process of reversing this course, Chris.”

Meekly, Chris dipped his head and mumbled agreement with the doctor. Before the appointment they had agreed to keep their calm and go along with whatever the doctor said, although it was clear Matt had forgotten this the moment he sat in that chair. He was probably moody because he hadn’t eaten in 30 minutes, Chris mused.

The appointment came to an end, and the rigmarole of getting Matt to the car started. He breathlessly and sweatily waddled his way out to the car, each step a monumental effort for someone who weighs so much and exercises so little. He climbed into the passenger seat with great difficulty, shoving his enormous stomach in against the dashboard and pulling the seatbelt to its full length, before scrabbling around under one of his rolls to find the seatbelt extender.

Panting with the exertion, flushed red in the face and sweating profusely, Matt turned to face his feeder lover. Chris immediately was mesmerised by his stunning blue eyes, soft luscious locks of floppy brown hair and beautiful plump cherry red lips. Those lips which had consumed so much food over the years, and spent their fair share of time around Chris’ cock as well. The beautiful eyes, lips and hair were the only features of Matt’s which hadn’t changed significantly over the years of his rapid weight gain.

“You didn’t mean it, when you agreed with the doctor, did you baby?” Matt asked softly, in a nervous tone.
“Of course not. You are, and always will be my pampered prince Matthew.” He reached across the car and cupped his hand under one of Matt’s soft, bouncy moobs. Pulling out a whole pack of chocolate digestives from his drivers door pocket he handed them to Matt whispering “here you go, baby, get some food back in you and you will feel better”

Ravenously tearing into the unhealthy treat, Matt devoured them in minutes whilst he was driven to the drive-thru for his extra meal. Once back home, he consumed epic portions of food, more than even he normally shoveled into his flabby body in a day. Once he was finally full they snuggled up together, Chris’ toned body pressed against the mountain of soft lard of his lover's body. As they kissed Chris enjoyed the sweet salty tastes of the food left over on Matt’s beautiful lips.

Closing his eyes in a moment of relaxed passion, Matt enjoyed the moment and knew, more than he ever had before, that being a gainer pampered prince was the perfect life for him.