The Doctor's Office

Chapter 1

You walk into the office, legs burning as you waddle to the desk. The overhead lights illuminate the young woman at the reception desk. Her eyes look up at you, your massive frame, as you huff, out of breath from your short walk.
“And who are we here to see?” The woman asks politely, she’s looking up and down your wide body, studying every fold and roll as you heave in and out, trying to collect yourself.
“Huff—Mr. Adams, for a regular check-up.” You barely finish the sentence before gasping for air again. You haven’t taken that many consecutive steps in who knows how long. You tell yourself you’ll compensate with an extra-large meal later. Just thinking about food makes you so hungry, and you can imagine all the greasy calories you want to stuff yourself with when this is over. As you daydream about stuffing yourself like a cow, the small receptionist reaches out, holding a clipboard in her small, dainty hands.
“You can take a seat and fill this out for me, The doctor will see you shortly, ma’am.” You take the clipboard and begin your trek to the nearest seat, ready to collapse as you finally reach the chair. Your whole body hurts as you plop down, finally able to rest for a moment. It’s a tight fit, even for the wider seats they have you barely fit, your ass and thighs spilling out under the armrests as your massive gut flows onto your lap. You’re even pushed forward because of how large your bottom has become; any more and you’d have to come into the office in a wheelchair. The thought turns you on, you’ve conditioned yourself through years of stuffing and masturbating to become aroused by your dirty thoughts of gaining and swelling larger, of eating more and becoming dumber and rounder, growing more sedentary and hedonistic as time passes. You never thought you would make it this far, your body struggling under the hundreds of pounds of fat. Your stomach is littered with long red stretch marks while your thighs and ass follow in tandem. Your whole body is packed with firm, fresh fat while the lower layers soften and sag, making you jiggly and fluffy with each pound you gain. The clipboard has rudimentary questions, and you mindlessly fill it out, unsure of what most of it is talking about as you daydream about your expanding body and how the doctor will scold you, humiliating you for the fat cow you’ve become. You don’t care, though. It feels right. You feel so soft and warm, the weight pressing into you and your full gut straining feels so good, you can never get enough of it.
“Back again, are we, ma’am?” The doctor looms in the doorway, tall and well built from what you can see. His white coat and collared shirt didn’t reveal much, but the outline of his upper body in such baggy clothes suggested a level of fitness and muscular frame certainly above average. You try to stand to walk over to Dr. Adams, but you’re having trouble. The receptionist also notices, fixated on your body as you heave back and try to propel yourself forward with little luck. Your fat stomach stops most of your momentum before you even get going. “Allow me to help.” Dr. Adams strides over, offering a hand as you become red in the face, from exertion and embarrassment. It takes everything in you not to become aroused by the humiliation. You’re so fucking fat you can barely walk, let alone get out of the extra large chair you barely managed to squeeze into, you’re such a fat cow, so out of shape and helpless. As you grab the doctor’s hand, you lean into his pull and slowly regain your footing, wobbling as your small feet struggle to hold your colossal thighs and ass yet again. You knew you didn’t have much time left to be mobile, but spending it like this was quite fun; you liked flaunting your impeded ability to move, to let people sink their eyes into your abundant flesh as you struggled to do basic tasks. The doctor helped you waddle to the examination room, asking how you had been faring since the last visit six months ago. Questions of whether you had taken a diet or any steps to lose some weight echoed through your head as you struggled to support yourself on the doctor's firm arm, clinging on with your chubby, swollen fingers. You knew it was meaningless talk as you struggled to the room. His attempts at small talk only left you hornier as you mumbled back responses between your heavy breaths, your belly swayed and your legs fought for room, rubbing into each other and your overhanging stomach. Your tits hurt too, so much time standing had let them sink further as gravity pulled them, straining them from their accustomed position resting on your huge gut while you stuffed your face. You finally took a seat, panting and unfocused as you released the doctor's arm, your forehead beaded with sweat from the exertion.
“I’m gonna get straight to the point today, we’ve been doing this for months now.” Dr. Adams said sternly, closing the door with one hand while he combed through your file. “You are severely obese, you barely made it into the office this time, and you’re only getting fatter. You’re practically immobile at this point, If you gained a few more pounds and continued to lie around like you do, you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in a month or two.” Your breath quickened as the doctor dug into you with his words, staring deep into your eyes as you soaked in everything he said. “It’s quite clear you don’t intend to stop, I mean you’re so much bigger every time I see you, rounder, wider, softer, all of it.” You’re losing focus, your mind is drifting off as you picture his words, recalling your journey of extreme weight gain, and how you did it all on purpose. “Your body is basically all fat at this point, not that it hasn’t been for a long time, but now you’re like a beached whale.” The doctor walked over, his eyes piercing yours as he continued his rant. “I have never seen anyone blow up this fast, or become so lazy and helpless this quickly, and quite frankly, I’m not surprised anymore, you’re basically on autopilot all day. I bet you just eat and eat all day, stuffing your face and growing bigger. You probably like it, don’t you? I’ve known that for a while. You always rub your legs when I talk about your gain, spacing it out and fantasizing when I call you a whale or a cow, when I tell you you’re obese or still gaining rapidly. Do you like that? Huh? You like being a fat piggy? A dumb girl who just eats and cums all day?” A moan escapes your soft lips, unable to hold yourself in any longer as he looms over you, slowly running his hand through your hair while you tilt back your head, swimming in the tension as he continues to drive his statement home. “You’re a blob, a mass of fat, you jiggle everywhere, your stretch marks are so numerous I could never count them, your clothes never fit, you’re oozing out of those shorts, and your top is revealing that massive gut of yours. I wonder how long it took you to get dressed. Did you run out of breath? Maybe stop for a snack? Can you even recall what color your underwear is? Or did your fat hips and wide stomach completely bury them, and you forgot because of your constant thought stream about just being fat and lazy?” You were soaking wet now, squirming under his grip as he caressed your fat face, his fingers gently tracing your chins and chubby cheeks as he used his other hand to shake your huge gut, it sent a cascade of ripples all over your body, it felt so fucking good to be handled like this. You wanted him badly, and he knew it. He enjoyed this part, though, and wasn’t finished yet. “Let’s see how fat your ass is, or maybe how round your thighs have become? I can’t even imagine how soft they are, how wobbly and covered in cellulite. Your legs are so fleshy, so pale and soft, you like that, don’t you?” he squeezed your thigh, causing you to moan louder, enjoying his firm grip and warm fingers digging into your soft body.
“I’ve been so bad, so gluttonous, I can’t stop. I need to be fucking fatter, I need you to fuck me while I’m getting fatter, please.” You beg him exasperated. He smirks, lowering his gaze to your body, rolling his eyes over your waves of fat and piles of rolls.
“I dunno, you’re so big, I don’t think I could even fuck you if I wanted to. Your huge belly and fat fupa would probably get in the way, and your ass is so large, so juicy and full of fat, I don’t know if I could even get it inside of you there’s so much padding.” You whimpered, desperate for him, for his strong arms and tight core to press against you as he had his way with you. You needed to feel him inside of you, how he would degrade you while railing you was so hot.
“I think you want to. To at least try, don’t you think? You want to feel a real woman, to squeeze these hips and smack this plump, jiggly ass? Do you want to watch my belly jiggle and sway, see it collide with my wide legs while my fat tits bounce back and forth? To feel how warm and soft I am as I squish you, it’s been too long, hasn’t it, doctor? You’re so desperate you’d fuck a big fatty like me? A huge whale that can barely walk, can’t even catch her breath, she’s so out of shape from the walk to your office?” His grip tightened on your thigh, squeezing hard as his other hand firmly held your chin, he pulled you in and you hitched your breath, mouth watering as you met your lips with his. He bit your lip, softly but with intention, as your plump lips pulled back, leaving gloss on his chin. “Not so bad, isn’t it, Doctor Adams?” his eyes tore into you, and you could see the fever in his eyes as he studied you. A hot glare, fixated on you, unyielding with want.
“I think it’s time for your physical.” You leaned back on the examination bed, the sheet crinkling as you piled your weight onto its surface, sprawling out in all directions with rolls and fat. He grabs your hips and bucks you further back onto the bed, an impressive feat for someone as big as you. You squeal with surprise as he hastily grabs your shorts, peeling their overstretched fabric off of your meaty legs. Your belly surges forward, falling between your fat thighs as it covers your soaked underwear. He reaches underneath your gut, hefting it up with one hand while the other continues forward, softly tracing the outline of your folds, feeling how wet you are, how warm and inviting you feel. “Well, someone’s excited. How are we doing so far, ma’am?” You’re breathing so heavily as he slowly circles your clit with his hand, wobbling your gut and causing your whole body to shake. You can’t even let out a peep as you fall into bliss, eyes rolling back while he slowly turns you into his toy. His pace quickens, rubbing smaller, circular motions, slowly building pressure as you arch and lean into his fingers, eager for release. He draws back, grabbing your hips with both hands and pulling you towards him. You look up, pouting as he teases you endlessly. “Already breathing hard? We’ve just started.”
“I can keep going, I’m not even tired yet.” You struggle to speak, breathing hard, and are unable to focus. Everything he’s doing to you feels so good, so right. He lets out a chuckle, amused by your determination to keep going.
“This piggy’s got some spunk, huh?” He unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to his ankles as his member springs forward, pulsing and ready to enter you. You grab your belly and pull it, straining to move the giant mass out of the way as he readies himself, admiring you as you struggle with your overflowing body. “Look at you, you’re so weak you can barely hold that fat gut out of the way.” His hand slaps your lower belly, causing ripples all over. You cry out, hungry for more as he slowly brings himself closer to your warm, inviting womanhood. His firm core presses into your fat legs and overhanging gut as his solid cock slides inside of you. You’re speechless, exploding with pleasure as he stimulates you, going further slowly. He grabs his stethoscope and puts it to your chest, listening. “You’re so fat I can barely hear your heart, but it’s beating very fast, you must not be active much, not that I already knew that you fat piggy. Let’s hope it can keep up, maybe you’ll get a treat after.” You nod, desperate for more as he toys with you. He slowly backs in and out, thrusting into you. Your bodies clapped together, your fat wrapping around him as he pounds into you. Your massive pools of fat jiggling violently as he picks up the pace. You're breathless, hanging on to your stomach and bouncing back and forth, nearing closer and closer to finishing. “You seem proficient enough in this position, now, why don’t we test your flexibility?” He pulls out while you gasp in pleasure, his solid arms pulling you forward until you’re back on your feet. “Let’s see, can you touch your toes together?”
“I don’t think so, I-”
“Do it.” You try, a pathetic attempt to bend over. Your short flabby arms struggle while your giant tits and double belly stop you from coming remotely close. “Look at that, all of your fat blocking you, how pathetic for a fat piggy.” He slaps your ass hard, you shake and jiggle as he grabs you from behind and pushes you onto the bed again, entering you with ease. Your whole body lurches back and forth, his body slamming into you while you beg him to keep going. Everything feels so good, to be humiliated and fucked by such a strong, fit man, feeling your body quiver and shake as he takes control of you like a toy at his disposal. He brings you to climax, your body feels numb from pleasure, and he finishes inside of you.
“Well, looks like you passed, I’m surprised.” He pulls his pants up and looks over at you, your heaving body still bent over the examination bed, your giant ass perched so high up, loaded with fat and cellulite. “How about that treat now?”
“Please, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten in over an hour.” You slowly make your way up off the bed. His hands wrap around you from behind, grabbing your belly and shaking it.
“Head home, and I’ll meet you soon. I already ordered some food; it should arrive shortly after you, my love.”
“We should do this more, I really like the roleplaying.” You smile, still weak in the knees and starving for some good food.
“Yeah, but finding time for an empty office like this is hard. I’ve been practically living here for the past month, I’m so busy.”
“Maybe I should get a checkup every week, then.” You smiled playfully, leaning in for a kiss.
“How about every day? I love seeing my fat whale of a wife as often as possible.”